Hi! I saw your post asking for obey me suggestions and I wanted to ask you. if you had to imagine a threesome between MC, Diavolo and Barbatos, how would it play out?
pairings: diavolo + barbatos x f! reader
warnings: threesome + mean dom! barbatos + soft dom! diavolo + double penetration + fingering + praise + degradation + demon cocks + anal
đ: i need dia carnally itâs insane + i have a thing for monsterfucking so barbatos has a, no pun intended, barbed cock (think feline)
a threesome with diavolo and barbatos is.. intense. diavoloâs cock is so thick, he takes his time stretching you out on his fingers first, muttering soft praises and words of encouragement when he thinks youâre ready, laid beneath you as you work inch after agonizing inch inside until youâre trembling. heâll wait until your cunt accomodates to his size, so deep inside that the tip of his cock kisses your cervix as you ride him and muffles your soft whines with tender kisses until youâre begging for him to fuck you.
barbatos watches as the young master fills you up and then, when youâre finally seated on his cock, the butler splays a hand on your back, pushing you flush against diavolo, your tits pressed against his muscled chest and then teases your tight rim with his long cock, threatening to slip inside.
when diavolo gives his first experimental thrust then heâll finally fill you up in one go, reveling in your pained whimpers as he fucks his barbed cock into you with no warning, nearly stretching you beyond your limits. unlike diavolo heâs a bit cruel, throws degrading words at you and has a wicked smile on his face when you cry from the pain and how mean he is.
âsuch a good girl, arenât you, princess?â diavolo praises, large hands gripping your hips as barbatosâ thrusts work you over his cock, moans escaping you every now and then. âon the contrary, my lord. it seems sheâs turned into a greedy little whore,â argues barbatos, his thrusts unrelenting and powerful.
you canât even voice a denial, wanting to tell him that no, youâre not a greedy whore, but itâs impossible with how full you are, soft whimpers falling from your lips instead when diavolo starts to grope your chest, the demon apologizing as his touch grows harsher, desperate to cum inside and fill your womb with his seed.
diavolo reaches his climax first with you following close behind, your third orgasm washing over you but that doesnt stop barbatos. it seems to encourage him to fuck you even harder, cock dragging against your tight walls.
the way he uses you like a doll, overstimulating you until quiet sobs reach his ears has you clenching around diavoloâs length again, creaming around him as the sound of barbatosâ grunts and of skin meeting skin fills the room until he finally cums, his thick semen clinging to your insides.
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I got text that the dad who was planning to fuck me today is dealing w some work emergencies. And was like maybe later will work.
I thought getting fucked more during the work day weâd gonna be why Iâm not getting work done instead Iâm not getting work and pouting bc last time I got a text like that from him that day didnât work out.
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đ staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader
đź preview. âIf the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - youâre saying you wouldnât watch me get naked every day?â Heâs definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu's perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. Thereâs no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders arenât the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now.Â
tw/cw. dark content warning, serial killer Mingyu, mention of suicide, touch starved mingyu, switch mingyu, pussy eating, pussy worship, blow job, hand job, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, big dick mingyu, pussy stretching, extreme voyeurism, mentions of non-consensual voyeurism, dirty talk, praise, choking, manhandling, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) princess. (his) good boy.
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.1k
đ aus. Halloween, ghost!mingyu, serial killer!mingyu, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. I really can't explain this one other than saying I tried to make Mingyu redeemable by saying he only killed bad men đ
Out of all the guy friends you have over, Jeonghan is Mingyuâs favorite. Heâs always up to no good, talking shit that Mingyu can listen to for hours, and tonight, heâs brought a Ouija Board, which has spiked Mingyuâs curiosity.Â
âCome on, it will be fun,â Jeonghan insists. âIâve been wanting to do a seance in your apartment since you moved in three months ago.â
Youâre not as impressed as Mingyu is about the idea, and neither are your other friends.
âI just donât think itâs a good idea,â Seungkwan says for the fifth time since the rag-tag group of friends entered your home. âWe said weâd come back here between Halloween parties and drink, we never said anything about contacting the dude that killed himself here.â
Mingyu remembers the day you visited the apartment for the first time, the way the realtor had downplayed what happened here. Times are tough, and the price reduction had enticed you, despite Mingyuâs tragic history.Â
âCome on, donât you guys wanna ask why he did it?â Jeonghan presses.
âHe did it because he was a top suspect in a string of murder cases,â Seungkwan fires back. âCase closed.â
Jeonghan scoffs loudly. âBut what if he didnât do it? What if the real serial killer came here, killed him, and made it look like a suicide-â
âHannie,â you interrupt with a sigh, âwhatâs with you and your infatuation with murderers?â
âMe?!â Jeonghanâs eyes widen. âWhoâs the one who watches all my slasher films with me? Donât pretend you're innocent here, we all know you have a thing for bad boys.â
Mingyuâs noticed your love for dangerous men, youâve had your share of bad dudes over to this very apartment much to his annoyance. On the flip side, Mingyu does enjoy a good horror movie night, and you provide more than enough of those, especially this past month.
âWeâre doing this,â Jeonghan insists, pulling the board out and setting it on the coffee table. âItâs Halloween. If thereâs ever a night for this ghost to talk with us, itâs now.â
Seungkwan only groans, taking another shot while Seokmin and Soonyoung exchange worried glances.
âYou donât think the ghost is going to actually like⊠talk with us, do you?â the man in the tiger onesie asks, playing with his tail nervously.Â
âWell, the veil is thinnest on Halloween⊠I guess thereâs only one way to find out,â Jeonghan grins devilishly.Â
Five minutes later, candles are set up and Seokmin is sheepishly turning off the lights before joining everyone by the board.Â
Mingyu holds back, watching with interest.
âHow do we start?â you ask.
âImma rizz this ghost,â Jeonghan explains, looking around the room. âIs there a presence here with us?â
In the silence, Mingyu can hear an ambulance a few blocks away. He crosses his arms over his chest, watching.
âDonât we have to touch the Ouija thing?â Seungkwan asks.
âRight.â Jeonghan reaches out only to have his hand slapped away by his friend.
âNot you,â Seungkwan rolls his eyes. âYouâll rig it.â
Jeonghan sighs. âFine, Iâll ask the questions, you all touch the planchette.â
Itâs almost laughable how reluctant Seokmin is to touch the board, but soon, there are four sets of hands on it while Jeonghan addresses the room again.Â
âCome on ghost,â he pleads, âdonât make me look bad, come say hi. If thereâs a spirit with us, please move the planchette and tell us.â
Mingyu figures now is as good a time as any to communicate, God knows heâs waited years. With a sigh, Mingyu approaches the board. He crouches down next to you, reaching out. His fingers slip right through the planchette, but when he touches Seokmin, the man shivers.
âYou okay?â you ask, looking at your friend.
âIt just got really cold,â Seokmin breathes, already turning pale.
Mingyu tries again, this time aiming for Seokminâs hands. The ghost focuses hard, willing the planchette to move, willing Seokminâs hands to become his own.Â
The small tool begins to shift on the board.Â
âSoonyoung, cut it out,â Seungkwan snaps.
âItâs not me!â the tiger insists.
Little by little, the planchette shifts to Yes, and Mingyu lets out a deep breath at the effort it had taken.
âSo there is a spirit here with us?â Jeonghan clarifies.
Again, Mingyu moves the planchette, slightly off of Yes then back again, an affirmative.
âI knew it!â Jeonghan practically screams. âAre you the guy who died here?â
Another Yes, and Mingyuâs getting annoyed with the questions already.
âWhatâs your name?â you ask.
Mingyuâs a little surprised that youâre beginning a line of inquiry, but heâs pleased too. Using Seokminâs hands, he begins to slowly reveal his name. With each letter, your group reads it out loud.
âM⊠I⊠N⊠G⊠Y⊠U⊠Mingyu?âÂ
God, Mingyu likes the sound of his name on your lips.
A shift to Yes has the whole room going quiet and Mingyu waits for the next question.
âOkay guys, seriously, whoâs doing this?â Seungkwan asks, ever the non-believer.Â
âItâs not me!â Seokmin insists, followed by Soonyoung, who even crosses his heart to prove his own innocence.
âDid you really kill those guys?â Jeonghan questions, drawing all eyes.
âYou canât just ask that!â You bat at your friendâs arm.
Mingyu considers his next action, but with a sigh, he reaches for Seokminâs hands again, using him to push the planchette to Yes. In Mingyuâs eyes, all the men heâd killed deserved it. Theyâd been predators, and it takes one to know one. Mingyu had simply been the better predator.
âHow many people did you kill?â
âJeonghan,â you say again, harder this time.
âWeâre fact-checking!â Jeonghan insists. âIf he gives us the wrong number, then someone here is lying.â
Mingyu doesnât like to be tested like this, but at the same time, he admires the manâs shiftyness. The ghost reaches through Seokmin, pushing the planchette to 5.
Seokmin lets out a gasp, tearing his hands away from the board and leaping to his feet. âGuys, I donât feel good about this.â
âBut itâs just started to get juicy!â Jeonghan tuts.Â
âWeâre not going to force Seokmin to do this if he doesnât want to,â you sigh, also removing your hands. âI think this is enough for tonight.â
Jeonghanâs not so easily convinced. âBut we just made contact!âÂ
âItâs almost midnight, I thought you wanted to be at the bar for eleven fifty so your bouncer friend would let you in,â you point out.
âLet me inâŠâ Jeonghan raises a brow. âArenât you coming?â
âHonestly?â you sigh. âIâm getting a bit tired.â
âBut itâs Halloween!â
âAnd weâve already been to one party and just used a Ouija board,â you laugh. âI think Iâve had enough fun.â
âYouâre boring!â Jeonghan groans.Â
âAnd youâre crazy!â you retort, heading to turn on the lights. âSay goodbye to your ghost friend, take another shot, and get out of here so I can get some sleep.â
Mingyu likes it when you take charge like this. He stands from the table, coming to join you as you head to the kitchen to get your friends their last shots. Heâs always liked sticking close to you, your second ghostly shadow.Â
The last tenant had been a guy, and the view had never been very great, but with you around? Mingyu is constantly entertained, in the most perverted ways possible. Heâs really enjoying the skimpy outfit youâre wearing, and he canât wait to watch you take it off. Maybe youâll have a shower once your friends are gone- youâll make his night if you do.
âGoodbye,â Seungkwan says loudly, pushing the planchette to the word scrawled in big writing. Mingyuâs not so easily dismissed, but Seokmin lets out a breath of relief as the board is closed and packed up.
You all take one last shot, and Mingyu can practically taste the tequila on his tongue. Itâs been forever since he had anything to drink, or eat, or fuck for that matter.Â
He misses it every day.Â
The ghost hangs back as you hug your friends goodbye, with Jeonghan trying for five minutes to convince you to join the last bar outing. You stay firm, and Mingyu grins to himself when you finally close the door, shutting you in together.
You busy yourself with cleaning up the kitchen, putting the shot glasses and bottles away, then, to Mingyuâs pleasure, you head toward the bathroom. He follows closely, slipping in behind you before you can close the door. As a ghost, Mingyu can walk through walls, but itâs an unpleasant experience, one he avoids when he can.
He watches you turn on the shower, facing the mirror to remove your false eyelashes. Youâre so pretty, and when you begin to take off your outfit, Mingyu practically drools. He can stare at your naked body for hours and not get bored, in fact, he has.Â
You step into the shower, closing the curtain. Your silhouette is still as beautiful as ever, and Mingyu can feel his cock getting hard as he watches you. Voyeurism is something heâs always enjoyed, even as a human, and now that heâs a ghost, itâs something that makes Mingyuâs undead life go round.Â
He palms himself through his jeans, looking for relief but also not wanting to take things too far. Knowing you, heâll probably get a free show if he waits long enough. Your sex drive rivals even his own, and Mingyuâs nothing if not a good boy who knows how to be patient.Â
***
You get out of the shower feeling refreshed. Your blood is still buzzing slightly from the drinks youâve had, but you feel clear-headed as you wipe the mirror, looking at yourself while you wrap a towel around your naked body.
Your phone dings and you look down at it, reading Jeonghanâs contact name. Itâs a text to tell you that your friends have gotten to the bar, and another request for you to join. You can only laugh, setting your phone down just as the clock hits midnight.
Thereâs movement in the corner of your eye and you turn your head, locking eyes with a tall, dark-haired man standing by the door of your bathroom.
Your heart lurches in your chest, and you immediately grab the closest thing, a hairbrush, hurling it at the man. He doesnât even try to dodge it, and it hits him square in the chest. His gaze dips down, and he looks completely shocked that youâve just thrown something at him.
âGet out of my house!â you scream, reaching for the next item-
âNot your expensive moisturizer!â the man yells, holding up both hands and backing up. âHow are you going to explain breaking that to Jeonghan?!â
You freeze a little at his words, thoroughly confused. âHow- how do you know-â You look down at the bottle of moisturizer that Jeonghan had bought for you last month. âDid Jeonghan put you up to this?!â
âPut the bottle down,â the man says, still holding his hands defensively.Â
âYouâre some creep in my bathroom!â you retort. âYou donât get to tell me what to do!â You grab your phone next. âIâm calling 911.â
âGod, please donât,â he sighs.
âStart talking!â you insist.
âIâm not Jeonghanâs friend-â
âThen who the fuck are you, and how did you get into my apartment?!â You lift the moisturizer again, ready to throw it at his face.
âMingyu!â he belts. âIâm Mingyu!â
âJeonghan definitely put you up to this,â you declare, feeling something like relief. This is just some prank-
âIâm serious,â the handsome man tells you. âIâm Mingyu-â
âYou expect me to believe that youâre the ghost of that serial killer who died here years ago?â you scoff.
âYeah, it was me with the Ouija,â he tries to explain.
âProve it,â you insist, still not believing him.Â
âYou want me to tell you something only a ghost would know?â he laughs. âHow about this, I know you hide your sex toys in a box under your bed. I know the last few guys youâve had over couldnât make you cum so youâd finish yourself off with your vibrator once they left. I know you still say your first boyfriendâs name whenever you cum, for some stupid reason-â
Your heart is thundering in your chest. Thereâs no way he can know all of that- no one knows all of that-
Why is everything heâs saying sex related?
An unfamiliar feeling washes over your form. Itâs something like fear, but thereâs an underlying emotion there too- a tingle between your legs. Is this guy really a ghost? Is he your ghost? Has he been watching you since you moved in?!
âBelieve me now?â Mingyu asks. He must have seen the way youâve faltered, moisturizer bottle lowering to your side.
âHow-â You swallow thickly. âHow are you here?â
âThatâs actually a good question,â Mingyu admits, looking down at his form. âThis doesnât usually happen.âÂ
âThe veil is thinnest on Halloween,â you breathe, remembering what Jeonghan had said earlier. âItâs midnightâŠâ
âSounds right to me.â The ghost nods.Â
âHow⊠how long are you going to be visible for?â you ask, eyes dragging across his large body.
âI donât know⊠but, when you threw that brush at me, it hit me.â Mingyu steps toward you and you move back, hitting the wall. âDonât be scared, I just wanna touch you-â
âAs if that makes me feel any better!â Youâre frozen as his hand reaches out, fingers coming to gently brush your collarbone. You shiver at the cold contact.
âYou.. you felt that!â Mingyuâs eyes widen with shock.
âAre you going to kill me?â you ask.
âWhat?!â He laughs, moving even closer.
âYouâre a serial killer, arenât you?â This is just your luck.
âI only killed men, guys who were predators.â
âLike you.â
âLike me,â he admits. âBut⊠my brutality never came out toward women.â
The ghost has no right being this beautiful, and heâs saying the right things. You canât believe youâre actually starting to relax a little. Youâve definitely seen too many horror films-
âYou⊠youâve been watching me,â you point out.
Your words seem to make him almost bashful, his gaze dipping to the floor. You see his skin flush a pinkish colour and itâs almost endearing. âUh⊠yeah.â
âAnd you were in here while I was having a shower too⊠You are a bit of a creep, arenât you?â
âEvery other tenant here has been a guy!â Mingyu exclaims. âYouâre the first one whoâs actually caught my attention.â
âI feel like youâre just horny after years of being alone.â
âYou would be too,â he insists. âIf the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - youâre saying you wouldnât watch me get naked every day?âÂ
Heâs definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyuâs perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. Thereâs no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders arenât the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now.Â
âCan IâŠâ he swallows thickly. âCan I kiss you?â
You canât believe youâre actually considering this.
âCome on, please?â Mingyu asks. âI havenât touched someone in so long, havenât been touched-âÂ
A dead serial killer who sort of respects your autonomy and is begging for you?Â
âWe donât know how long this is going to last,â he continues. âI need to feel something, need to feel you-âÂ
âFucking a ghost wasnât on my Halloween bingo sheet,â you joke.
âIt will be fun,â Mingyu insists. âI know what you like, I know your kinks, I know you, better than all those other guys youâve fucked so far. Come on, princess, let me make you feel good.âÂ
Itâs kind of creepy that the ghost even knows your preferred pet name, but it sounds so pretty coming from him.Â
You weigh the pros and cons.Â
Pros: Heâs one of the sexiest men youâve ever seen. He actually wants to make you cum. He already knows your kinks. He might be a touch obsessed with you, which would do wonders for your ego.
Cons: Heâs literally a dead serial killer creep whoâs been watching you jack off and get fucked for a few months. He could also disappear at any second.
Well, you canât pass this up, especially since you have no idea how long this will last. And when heâs gone, heâll stay gone. There are technically no strings, none that you can see at least.
And to top it all off, youâre extremely horny. Youâd stayed back from going to the bar with your friends specifically to fuck yourself stupid tonight, and now, you have a ghost willing to get the job done for you.
âOkay, big guy,â you sigh. âLetâs see what you can do.â
Mingyu doesnât waste a second. He grabs your face, cupping his large hand around the back of your skull to pull your lips to his own.Â
Youâre a little shocked, but you melt into his embrace quickly, pressing your hands to his beefy chest while his tongue licks at your lip, begging for entry. You open your mouth to him, and he kisses you deeper, letting out a low groan as he shifts you in his embrace, grabbing at your hip to pull you closer.
Itâs been years since heâs touched anyone, but he kisses with the best of them.Â
Itâs almost too easy to get lost in Mingyu, your mind going pleasantly blank as you make out with the ghost.Â
Youâre eating up the sounds heâs making too. His mouth is eager against your own, all tongue and plump lips. Itâs clear that your ghost has been very touch-starved. His hand gropes at your waist, toying with the towel still wrapped around your body.Â
You canât help yourself, you reach a hand between your bodies, cupping his cock through his jeans.
Mingyu pants against your lips, breaking the kiss to look down at where youâre touching him. âFuck, you feel so fucking good,â he groans, pressing his hips forward for more friction.
Heâs literally adorable, and so receptive.Â
âYouâll take care of me first though, right?â you toy, squeezing your hand tighter around the large bulge in his pants.
âYeah,â he swallows thickly, nodding. âBeen wanting to taste your pussy for fucking months.â
Your core throbs at his words- heâs got a big dick and he likes oral? Your night just keeps getting better.
âThen you should taste me,â you tell him. âIâm even sweeter than I look.â
Mingyu lets out a deep groan, and then heâs sinking to his knees on the bathroom floor. His mouth finds your calf, and his large hands grab at your leg, adjusting it onto his shoulder while his lips ascend to your thigh.Â
You lean back against the wall, trying to catch your breath while the large man gets closer and closer to where you need him most.
He reaches up, grabbing at your towel and tugging. In one motion, youâre naked for him, and the cool air of the bathroom has your skin tingling, nipples pebbling with interest.
Mingyu spreads your legs wider, and you can feel his breath on your pussy. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. He looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, and then heâs diving in. Heâs all tongue, the wet muscle pushing into your hole to taste you while he releases an almost animalistic groan of appreciation.
Itâs clear this man is a pussy lover, and you canât believe heâs gone so long without having his mouth on one. Youâre more than happy to make up for the lost time, enjoying the feeling of him pressing his face closer to your wet core, tongue lapping at you while he begins to grind his nose against your clit.
He definitely knows how to eat, and you find yourself closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. His hands are on your hips, but one trails up, grasping for your breast. The added stimulation of his thumb and pointer pinching your nipple has you crying out, hips rutting toward his face.
He just feels so good- and when his lips move to suction around your clit, your thigh quakes on his shoulder. âFuck-â you moan loudly, shocked that itâs been this easy for him to get you to the cusp of an orgasm.Â
Most men donât know how to handle you, but itâs clear that he does.Â
You can feel yourself practically dripping, and youâre not sure if itâs pussy juice or the ghostâs drool, but you donât really care. Itâs sinful and sexy and dirty- exactly what Halloween should be.Â
Mingyu lets go of your breast, adjusting his hand- two fingers slide into your core while his mouth continues on your clit, and you swear this purgatory-bound sinner has just taken you to heaven.Â
Youâre a mewling mess now, moans and gasps leaving you uncensored while his thick fingers stretch out your core, pushing in and out while his tongue flicks at your most sensitive spot.
âIâm gonna cum,â you tell him, eyes clenched shut as the knot in your stomach is pulled tighter and tighter-
The man between your legs groans in response, driving his fingers into you faster and harder, his mouth making lewd sucking sounds around your clit.Â
Itâs everything you need to reach your high and you gasp loudly, tangling your fingers in his hair while your orgasm washes over you. Your hips buck against his face, only for his free hand to pin you to the wall, his motions never ceasing while you cry out, your core throbbing around his fingers.
No one has ever eaten you out this good. Your mind is practically blank, body completely overwhelmed with the pleasure surging through you.Â
Itâs almost too much for you to handle, and you find yourself tugging at Mingyuâs hair, trying to pull him away-
He wonât budge, growling heavily against your core. The vibration makes your legs twitch, and youâre not sure youâll even be able to stand if he keeps this up-
Finally, Mingyu pulls away. Heâs panting hard. His fingers slip out of your pussy only for him to place them in his mouth, sucking them clean while he groans lewdly. âFuck,â he mumbles, looking up at you with stars in his eyes. âThat was so good.â
You canât even speak yet, too breathless from the mind-numbing orgasm to even think.Â
Mingyu stands up, and you have to tilt your head to retain eye contact. God, whyâs he so big and fuckable?
âLook at you, princess. You usually have good comebacks.â He leans forward, breath hot against your face. âGhost got your tongue?â
You canât help but laugh slightly, and Mingyu grins down at you. Then heâs cupping your cheek again, bringing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself as he kisses you deeply, but you donât even care. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing your boobs against his chest.
You need to be closer to him. Need to feel him, fully.
Mingyu reaches down, grabbing your ass and lifting you off the ground. Your legs wrap around his hips and the ghost carries you through the apartment, gently setting you onto your bed.
He towers over your now and your pussy throbs at the idea of how well heâs about to wreck you.
âYou still want me, right?â he asks. âIâll be good for you, I promise.â
You nod, licking your lips. âI know you will.â
âIâm a good boy,â Mingyu says quietly, eyes dipping down to your core.
âThen be a good boy and take off your shirt, I want to see you.â
Heâs quick to comply, tearing off the black fabric to reveal his muscular chest. Your pussy throbs at the sight alone. His arms are huge, biceps bulging deliciously, and his pecs look downright biteable. Then there are his abs-
You sit up, trying to contain yourself. âPants next.â
âFuck, princess,â Mingyu groans, already working on his belt. âHas anyone ever told you how fucking perfect you are?â
âYouâd know if they had, wouldnât you, Ghost?âÂ
âThese fucking dudes you have over,â Mingyu clicks his tongue, ânone of them have known how to treat you right.â
âBut you do?â
âOf course!â he scoffs, pushing his pants and underwear down, revealing the biggest cock youâve ever seen. âName one other guy whoâs eaten your pussy like I have.â
He knows you too well.
âI should return the favour,â you suggest.Â
âFuck, Iâd die all over again if you did.â
You get onto your knees, shuffling closer. You kiss him first, cupping his cheek with one hand while the other moves down to his cock, stroking him gently while he whines against your lips. He ruts his hips, forcing more friction while you grin into the kiss.Â
âNeedy Ghost,â you laugh.
âNeed you so fucking bad,â he agrees.Â
âThen I shouldnât keep you waiting, should I?âÂ
âPlease, donât.â
You begin to kiss down his neck, taking your time as you trail your mouth across his body. You appreciate every centimeter, all the way down his pretty chest and abs. You trace your tongue along his hip bone and the ghost shivers, letting out a shuddery breath. âHoly shit.âÂ
âYouâll be nice and praise me while I have my mouth full, wonât you, handsome?â You sneak a glance up at him as you take him in your hand, adjusting his cock.Â
âYeah-â He swallows thickly. âI know how much my princess loves being told sheâs a good girl.â
âAm I your good girl?âÂ
âSo fucking good,â he nods eagerly. âSo fucking good for me I canât even believe it.â
You smile to yourself, pressing a chaste kiss to the head of his leaking cock that has the Ghost practically whimpering.Â
âFuck, can I- can I grab your hair?â
âUh huh,â you lick a stripe along the head of his cock, circling it with your tongue while the gorgeous man shivers at the contact.Â
âPlease donât tease me,â he begs, grabbing a fistful of your hair. âI donât- donât know how much time I have with you, and Iâll die if we spend the whole time teasing and I donât even get to feel your perfect fucking pussy-â
You wrap your mouth around his cock, agreeing with what heâs saying, and it earns an immediate moan of appreciation from the man towering over you.
âFuck, princess, you feel so good- you feel so fucking good-â
You swirl your tongue around his length, running it along the crease between the head and shaft. Mingyuâs grip tightens in your hair as more breathy moans spill from his lips.Â
Heâs much too big to fit in your mouth, so you pump what you canât reach, using your saliva as lube to make stroking easier while you suck on him. Your eyes are closed, mind focused on pleasuring him the way heâd just pleasured you in the bathroom.
It feels good to be giving something back to him, especially as praises and words of encouragement fill the room. âJust like that, just like that, holy shit-â
You take him as deep as you can go, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, which constricts around him.
âOh my god-â he practically whimpers, fingers flexing in your hair. âPlease let me fuck your face, please, I want it so bad-â
You make a sound of affirmation and thatâs all it takes for Mingyu to release a low groan, pushing his hips forward. He hits the back of your throat again and you do your best to clear your mind, focusing on anything but the gagging sensation as he begins to use your mouth for his own pleasure.
âHoly shit, good girl, good fucking girl-â he moans, quickening his pace. His grip on your head keeps you where he wants you, and itâs clear heâs being cognizant of not making you gag too hard. He seems to know your boundary, know just what to do without making it too much.
âFuck, itâs too good- youâre too fucking good at this, princess,â Mingyu pants. âIâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum but I promise Iâll still fuck you, I promise my recharge time is quick-â
You suction your cheeks harder around him and Mingyu practically cries out, grip tightening in your hair so hard it almost hurts. Heâs a garbled mess of swear words now, and a few thrusts later heâs cumming down your throat, releasing the prettiest moan youâve ever heard while his hips shudder with effort.
âHoly shit, good girl, good girl-â he groans, motions slowing as he cums rope after rope- âTaking me so fucking well, oh my god-âÂ
Mingyu pulls out of your mouth, breathing hard. He looks down at you while you also take a few deep breaths.Â
Itâs the oddest thing. His cum hadnât tasted like anything. There was no salt or musk- it was just⊠different. You suppose heâs a ghost, so that could account for the lack of flavour, and you almost prefer it that way.Â
âThat was so good,â Mingyu tells you. âYouâre good, right?âÂ
You nod, pulling away from him to fall back against the bed again. âIâm perfect.â
âYeah, you are,â the ghost laughs.Â
âSo are you going to make me cum again, orâŠ?â you cock your head to the side, assessing him.
Heâs still trying to catch his breath, cheeks all flushed, hair a tangle of dark curls. He looks beautiful.
âFuck, yeah,â Mingyu grins, and the smile lights up his whole face. âI know you probably want two or three more, youâre insatiable like that, arenât you, princess?â
âI guess it takes one to know one,â you laugh. âI bet you usually cum two or more times watching me, donât you, Ghost boy?â
âGuilty.â He runs his fingers through his wild hair. âBut my hand is nothing compared to you.â
âFunny, my hand is nothing compared to you either.â
âMatch made in heaven,â Mingyu muses, getting onto the bed to join you while you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him in for another breathtaking kiss.
He slots so well between your legs, one hand pressed to the bed while the other comes up to massage your breast. You moan against his lips, arching your back, wanting more. His thumb brushes over your nipple and then heâs pinching it, making you cry out.
âYou like a little pain, donât you, princess?â he grins, looking down at you.
âA little,â you admit.
âYou knowâŠâ his hand moves up from your breast, teasing over your collarbone, âsometimes, when youâre trying to make yourself cum, and you choke yourself- itâs one of the sexiest things Iâve ever fucking seen.â
âOh yeah?â You grab his hand, guiding it to your throat.Â
In the back of your mind, you remember that this hot ghost is also a killer- but his hands are shockingly soft and gentle as he squeezes your neck.Â
âFuck, you look gorgeous,â he groans.
âTighter,â you tell him, stroking his forearm while the muscles move beneath the skin, his hand pressing harder onto your airway.
You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes and enjoying the lightheaded feeling.Â
âReady for my fingers again?â he asks.
âWant your cock.â
âFingers first,â he insists, letting go of your throat so he can trail his hand down your body until heâs cupping your pussy. You buck against his hand and he grins. âSo eager.â
âBe a good boy and make princess cum again,â you tell him.
Itâs an interesting kink for him to have - the whole good boy angle -Â you would have thought a man like him would be a full dom, but you kind of enjoy this switchy side. It allows you to tell him what to do, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy holding a lot of the power in this interaction.
Two of his fingers slip into your core and you both groan at the feeling. âStill so fucking wet,â the ghost muses. âDid sucking me off turn you on that much?â
âI like the sounds you make,â you admit, rocking your hips against his hand while he palms your clit.
âYeah?â His grin widens.Â
âYouâre my perfect puppy,â you sigh happily as he finger fucks you even harder.Â
Mingyu reacts to the new petname with a low groan and you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging his lips to your own. You love the way his tongue invades your mouth, teasing and tasting but not dominating.Â
His fingers continue to stretch you out, his palm a constant pressure on your clit. You canât fucking wait to take his cock, and itâs just one orgasm away.Â
You break the kiss to move your mouth to his neck, loving the whimpery sounds of appreciation that leave him as you begin sucking on his skin. Thereâs no reason not to leave marks, so you go as hard as you want, teasing your teeth over his jugular while it bounces with effort.
âFuck, fuck-â Mingyu groans loudly, clearly enjoying the attention being paid to his pretty throat.
You can feel your core beginning to throb, your pussy tightening as another orgasm approaches, doing its best to keep Mingyuâs fingers buried knuckle deep even as he drives them into you rougher and rougher.
âAre you gonna cum again?â Mingyu asks, breathless. âPlease tell me youâre gonna cum again.â
You can feel his cock, hard and pressed to your leg, leaking from how turned on he is while he finger fucks you and you kiss his throat. Heâs so easy to make come undone. It boosts your ego like nothing else, and your pussy pulses with desire.
âIâm close,â you tell him, licking at his throat and making your way to his ear. âBe a good boy and make me cum.â
Mingyu groans loudly, and then heâs suddenly pulling away from you, moving down the bed to get between your legs again. His fingers donât stop inside of you, but his free hand pushes your thigh up, giving him more space as he brings his lips to your clit.
âHoly shit-â you groan, threading your fingers through his hair and letting your head loll back against the pillows. You hadnât thought youâd get his mouth on you like this again- but you suppose you had commanded him to make you cum, and this position is a tried and true winner.Â
You canât even tell him youâre about to cum, he simply tears it out of you. Your back arches off the bed, a sinful whine escaping your lips while your thighs quiver, pussy clamping down on his fingers, your clit throbbing desperately. Mingyu lets out a growl, slurping hard at the sensitive bud, and it brings tears to your eyes at how good it feels.
You feel like youâre the ghost now, your soul practically leaving your body while Mingyu works you through another one of the most intense orgasms of your entire life.
When he finally pulls away from your core, you canât even open your eyes. You can only lay there, trying to catch your breath while the bed dips under his weight. You feel his hands digging into the pillows on either side of your head, and then something brushes by your nose.
You open your eyes to find Mingyu staring down at you, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against your own. âYou good, princess?â
âIâm perfect,â you tell him, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer.
You catch his cock between your bodies and a moan leaves you at how big he feels.Â
âReady for more?â he asks.
You can only nod, grabbing at his shoulders to drag him into a kiss. Itâs almost relaxing to take a minute to just kiss him, mind blank, body still tingling in the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Then Mingyu begins to rut his hips, dragging his cock through your pussy lips and making you groan when he bumps your clit.
Youâre the one who reaches between your bodies, grabbing his dick to line it up with your core.
Mingyu watches you carefully and you give him a small nod. âDo it,â you tell him. âFuck me stupid.â
He only laughs, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes into you. Your pussy swallows him inch by inch, with you clawing at his shoulders when heâs finally all the way in.Â
Youâve never felt anything like Mingyu- he stretches you out in a way that most men can only dream of. You feel small, fragile, needy- almost like a virgin again, and the way heâs kissing you eagerly definitely brings back memories of first times.Â
He begins to thrust gently, allowing your body time to adjust to his massive size. Youâre a little shocked at how easy the glide of it is, but you suppose youâre wetter than youâve ever been after having cum so hard twice. It feels absolutely all-consuming. His cock is practically all you can think about as you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him deeper.
Mingyu is groaning into your mouth, and the sounds fuel your entire body with even more lust. You trail one hand down his back, enjoying the way it makes him shiver.Â
âDo I feel good, Gyu?â you ask.
âYou feel perfect,â he tells you, burying his face against your throat. His mouth is hot as he leaves wet kisses there, his hips moving even faster. âSo fucking good. Better than I ever imagined.â
âYouâve imagined me a lot, havenât you, big guy?â
âSo many times-â he admits. âNever thought⊠never thought Iâd actually get to fuck you like this.â
âJust wait till you make me cum while buried inside of me,â you grin, tilting your head so he can press fevered kisses to your jaw while groaning loudly.Â
âFuck-â One of his hands moves to your hip, keeping you pinned. Heâs fucking you so hard now that the bed is rocking, but you canât bring yourself to care about neighbors. âWait, flip around for me, I know you go wild for doggy.â
God, itâs so easy with him.Â
He has you on your knees in seconds, large hands cupping your hips to adjust your ass higher as he slips back inside of you. This new position makes him feel even bigger, if thatâs possible, and it makes your toes curl.Â
With each hard snap of his hips, your ass slaps back against his front. The sound of skin on skin mixed with his moans is doing something crazy to you- youâre completely consumed by him. Thereâs not a thought in your head other than âYes, yes, yes! Fuck, harder Gyu, harder!â
Heâs more than willing to comply, railing you like youâve never been railed before.
You can feel fluids beginning to drip down your legs, thatâs how wet you are. Stroke game has never been this easy.
Then he reaches around your front, leaning over your back so he can access your clit. You cry out from the stimulation, core clenching deliciously around the large intrusion. âHoly shit-â you whimper.
âCan you cum for me again, princess?â Mingyu asks, breath hot against your shoulders.Â
âAre you close?â you gasp, feeling another orgasm building achingly fast.
âYeah, but I want at least one more out of you,â the ghost says. âItâs Halloween, you deserve it.â
âI deserve it?â you nearly laugh, but the giggle is quick to turn into a moan as he applies more pressure to your clit.
âYeah, of course you deserve it. Youâre being so good for me, so fucking good-â
The praise goes straight to your pussy and you tangle your hands in the sheets. âGyu-â
âThatâs it, please, princess, wanna feel you cum.â He digs his fingers into your hip, drawing consistent circles on your clit. He knows exactly what to do to make you feel good, and you wonder how many times heâs watched you make yourself cum like this.
âThatâs it,â Mingyu groans. âFuck you feel amazing. Come on, cum for me. Come on, pretty girl.â
Your body twitches and you let out a gasp, tensing before your release hits you straight on. Your eyes clench shut as your pussy clamps down on his cock, a strangled moan escaping you as pleasure surges through you. Your mind practically short circuits, your brain blank except for the pure ecstasy heâs providing.Â
Mingyu lets out a loud groan, panting harder as he fucks you through your high. He pulls his hand away from your clit in favour of grabbing your hips again, pushing his entire cock into your aching hole over and over again.
âJust like that, just like that-â he tells you. âFuck, youâre literally dripping, holy shit-â
You donât even care that your bed sheets are going to be ruined after this- all you care about is the man behind you fucking you like itâs his last night on earth. To be fair, it just might be.
âGood princess,â Mingyu breathes. âSo good for me.â
âGyu-â you whimper trying to push yourself up onto your hands. You rut your hips back to meet his thrusts and he lets out another guttural moan of appreciation. âI wanna ride you till you cum.â
You think he deserves it.Â
In fact, you know he deserves it.
This man has made you cum three times already, and youâll be damned if you donât try to return the favor.Â
âYou wanna ride me?â Mingyu stops with his cock fully inside of you, and his hand smooths down your back. âReally?â
âUh huh,â you nod, pushing back against him in an attempt to get him even deeper. âBet you miss being ridden, donât you, big guy?â
He lets out a groan, and then heâs removing his cock from your core, practically pouncing onto the bed next to you. He grabs your hips, helping you straddle him. While you reach between your bodies to grab his cock and line it up with your core, he slips a hand around the back of your skull, pulling your lips down to meet yours.
The ghost is grinning into the kiss and itâs almost laughable how excited he is.Â
You sink down onto his length and you both release loud moans into each otherâs mouths.Â
It feels so good to be filled up like this. You begin by grinding against him, adjusting to his size. You can feel him so deep, all the way in the pit of your stomach.
He grabs at your thighs then your boobs, and you can tell heâs having difficulty deciding which parts of you he wants to worship. Then he takes a fistful of your ass, squeezing rough enough to have you whimpering while his tongue invades your mouth.
You begin to ride him, bracing your hands against his chest.
Mingyu is just so big- the sexiest man youâve ever fucked and thereâs no contest in that.
Heâs so good at kissing too, moaning into it while you pick up the speed of your thrusts.Â
He grabs your hips, helping you bounce up and down. Each movement fills you up deliciously, your drenched core swallowing him up like you were made for this.
You pull away from his lips, straightening while you ride him. Mingyu takes the opportunity to grab your breasts, kneading them in his hands while his thumbs tease your nipples. You cover his hand with one of your own, urging him to squeeze harder.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking pretty,â Mingyu groans, hips thrusting up to meet you.
His cock is hitting even deeper now, and you swear no one has ever been this deep inside of you before. Thereâs literally nothing in the world like Mingyu⊠or his cock.Â
âLook at you taking all of me,â he continues, cheeks flushed pink, breath hot. âI always knew youâd be able to- always knew youâd be a fucking champ in bed.â
You want to tell him heâs one to talk, but it seems the ghost has got your tongue again. All you can do is moan lewdly, riding him harder and ignoring the burn of your thighs.
Mingyu sits up, leaning forward to take your breast into his mouth. His tongue flicks by your nipple and you cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him to your chest. He groans deeply as you pull on his hair, teeth grazing the sensitive bud caught between his lips.
âHoly shit,â you whimper, core clenching tight around his cock.
The ghost pants loudly, giving your breast one last kiss before he flops down onto his back again. âYou close?â he asks, reaching out so his thumb can find your clit, rubbing it.
âFuck, yeah- if you keep doing that, yeah, Iâm close-â you nod, clawing at his chest.
âI need you to cum with me,â Mingyu tells you. âWant us to cum together.â
âMe too, me too-â you assure him, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock filling you up perfectly while his thumb works harder on your clit.
âWant you on top,â the ghost continues, âbut I want to take over. Can you rub yourself for me?â
âYeah.â You swallow thickly, leaning over him so you can press your lips to his own. Your hand sneaks between your legs, and you hover over him, thrusts coming to a stop while he gets a grip on your hips.
His tongue battles your own as he begins to piston up into you- God, it feels even better when heâs the one fucking you from below. All you have to do is hold yourself over him with one shaky arm while your fingers work on your clit, dragging you closer and closer to the edge again.
âOh my god-â you mumble against his mouth, and it only makes him smile, rutting up into you even faster.Â
âI canât-â he breaks the kiss to burry his face against your throat, âI canât hold off much longer, please tell me youâre gonna cum with me, please-â
âI will!â you whine. âIâm so close-â
His mouth is hot against your neck and he sucks on your sweet spot, making you cry out. He groans loudly at the way your core tightens around his massive cock. Then heâs pulling away from your throat, wrapping a hand around it instead.
âLook at me,â he instructs. âWant to watch you cum.â
You force your eyes open, gasping as he tightens his grip on your neck. Youâre so fucking close you can almost taste it.Â
His other arm adjusts, palm snaking up your back as he fucks up into you wildly.
âCan I give you a countdown?â he asks.
You nod enthusiastically. Heâs choking you too hard to answer. Your blood is rushing to your head and your pussy, body practically on fire-
âThree-â he moans loudly, staring up at you with dark eyes. âTwo-â a small grunt leaves his lips, fingers digging into your back. âOne! Cum with me- please, fuck, cum with me!âÂ
You let out a gasp, all the tension in your body snapping like the cord in your stomach. Pleasure washes over you, and itâs unlike anything youâve ever felt. Itâs better than the first three orgasms if thatâs even possible, and if it werenât for the tight grip on your neck cutting off most of your sounds, youâre sure youâd be screaming.
Mingyuâs deep groans are only making you more turned on as your core throbs around his cock. Heâs still fucking you, but soon the pleasure seems to be even too much for him. He drags you fully against his chest, burying himself completely in your pussy while he fills you up with his cum.Â
He releases your throat in favor of smashing his lips against your own, tongue running against your teeth while he groans loudly. You whimper into the kiss, pussy still pulsing around him.
This has to be one of the longest orgasms youâve ever had- and with his massive cock still buried inside of you, your pussy gets practically no reprieve. All you can do is gasp and whimper against his lips while your body struggles to process the insane amount of pleasure thatâs still coursing through you.
Mingyu lets out a laugh, resting down against the pillows and looking up at you. âWas that good?â he asks.Â
You can only shake your head at him, letting out a small chuckle as the last of your orgasm wafts through you like a warm summer breeze.Â
âYeah,â his hand smooths up and down your back, âit was good for me too.â
âYou literally just ruined me for anyone else.â
âThat was the goal, princess.â He grins.
âYouâre so bad.â
âObviously you have a thing for bad boys.â
âAnd ghosts, apparently.â Youâre still coming to terms with what youâve just done. Part of you wonders if this is just some crazy dream.
âJust me though, right?â He kisses you gently and it leaves you wanting more.
âFor now, but if I meet another ghost with a huge cock, maybe that will change,â you tease.
Mingyu sighs, shaking his head at you. âWe should probably get you cleaned up, then⊠can we cuddle? Iâm still not sure how long youâll be able to see me, and⊠I think ending the night holding you would be nice.â
A ghost who loves eating pussy, made you cum four times, has a massive cock, and wants to spoil you with some aftercare-
Youâre for sure ruined for any other guy you meet and you know it.Â
It sucks to have to get off of Mingyuâs dick, and your legs hurt, but he helps you to the bathroom with a shit-eating grin. âNever seen you walk like this after being fucked,â he muses.
âNo oneâs fucked me like you just did and you know it,â you laugh.Â
He gives you a bit of privacy while you pee and get all the cum off of you, but he joins you when you begin to brush your teeth. Mingyu stands behind you, hands finding your hips, eyes locked on yours through the mirror.Â
âTomorrow, when you get ready for bed, imagine me right here,â he tells you, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.Â
âYeah?â You press your ass back against him. âIs this usually where you stand while I brush my teeth?â
âUh huh.â His hands move from your hips to grab onto your tits, squeezing them. âGonna miss being able to touch you.â
You frown a little at his words, spitting into the sink before turning in his arms. âIâm gonna miss you too, Gyu.â
âReally?â He grins. âSo no more fucking randoms?â
You laugh. âDo you expect me to wait a whole nother year just to get railed again?â
âI guess that does sound impossible,â Mingyu sighs. âJust know that any guy you do bring over⊠Iâll be watching.â
âAnd judging, I bet.â Heâs so obsessed with you that it hurts.Â
âAlways.â
âWhat are you going to do?â you ask. âWaiting for a whole year before you can fuck me again?â
âYou know what Iâm going to do,â he grins. âEvery time you touch yourself, Iâll be touching myself too.â
God, this is going to take masturbation to a whole new level.
âDo youâŠâ you swallow. âIf I got Jeonghanâs ouija board, do you think you could communicate with me through it? I mean⊠youâve never thrown books around or done anything like this before so-â
âMaybe,â Mingyu cocks his head to the side. âI kind of had to use Seokminâs hands as my own tonight, but, I could try it with just you. But you canât expect to ask a question and have the wooden thing move to an answer on its own.âÂ
âOkay, noted.â You let out a sigh. âNow come to bed with me, puppy. I need a good cuddle.â
He lets you take his hand, guiding him back to your room where he joins you under your duvet.Â
Mingyu is quick to adjust you as his little spoon, pulling you tight to his chest. One arm is secured under your head as a mock pillow, and the other hand cups your breast. His breath is hot against your neck.
âWould it be too soon to say I love you?â he asks suddenly.
You can only laugh. Youâve just met him tonight, but you suppose heâs been watching you for months at this point. You can only imagine how much heâs pined for you by this point.Â
âYou can say it, but I canât return the sentiment, not now at least,â you admit.
âThatâs okay, Ghost romances are usually one-sided anyways, or so I would imagine.âÂ
You can only laugh, enjoying the feeling of his body wrapped around yours.
âYou wonât be here in the morning,â you muse sadly.
âI mean, Iâll be here, but you wonât be able to see me.â
âDo ghosts sleep?â you ask.
âYeah.â
âWhere do you usually sleep?â
âOn the couch.â
âWell, from now on, I give you permission to sleep here with me.â
âReally?â He squeezes your breast.
âOf course. This is going to sound crazy, but⊠I can even say goodnight to you, although you wonât be able to say it back.â
âIâll say it back,â Mingyu assures you. âYouâll just have to imagine it.â
âI can do that.â
âGonna have to imagine a lot of things.âÂ
You know that a relationship with a ghost isnât a long-term plan. You know that things canât really go anywhere with him- but at the same time, thereâs almost a peace that comes with having your very own personal spirit whoâs in love with you and restricted to your apartment.
âYouâre tired, arenât you, pretty girl?â His breath is comforting against the nape of your neck.
âExhausted.â
âThen you should get some sleep.â
âYou donât want me to stay up? Donât want to enjoy every second we have together?âÂ
âI always enjoy every second we have together,â he laughs. âSomething tells me this touching thing isnât going to last much longer, and I want you to fall asleep in my arms, even if itâs only once.â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
âGoodnight, princess.â He presses a kiss to your shoulder. âI love you.â
Itâs the last words you hear from him as you drift off to sleep, your body succumbing to the exhaustion of four orgasms.Â
When you wake up the next morning, your bed is empty, but you know youâre not alone.
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đź preview. It has to be close to midnight now- it has to be- âI need you now,â you whine, moving your hand from your clit to grab the sheets. âWeâve both been so good this year, this is so unfair-â Youâre horny, but youâre sad too, frustrated, desperate, annoyed- Thereâs no way you can make yourself cum while up in your head like this and you know it. Letting out a groan of defeat, you tear your hand from between your legs- only for it to be caught in a vice grip. Your eyes flash open, heart thundering in your ribcage. Mingyu is kneeling at the foot of the bed, and you watch as he brings your wet fingers to his mouth, licking them clean and letting out an absolutely guttural groan.
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Part of you wishes youâd never told Jeonghan about Mingyu because your friend has become absolutely obsessed with communicating with your apartment ghost. In the year since you last saw Mingyu, there hasnât been one hangout at your place that didnât include Jeonghan whipping out the Ouija board.
âWe should do another shot,â Jeonghan tells you, sitting on the couch and toying with the planchette.
âItâs almost midnight, I really think you should be heading home,â you sigh. Seokmin, Soonyoung and Seungkwan have the decency to have left half an hour ago, but theyâve never been that excited about your ghost adventures.
âYou wonât even let me meet the guy?â Jeonghan whines. âCome on, let's ask Mingyu if he wants to meet me!â
He places the planchette on the board, and it immediately moves to Yes. Sometimes you think Jeonghanâs moving it himself, using your ghost roommate to further his own wants and needs.Â
âIâm pretty sure Mingyu will want to spend the full-time slot with me alone,â you insist.Â
The planchette moves to No and you roll your eyes while Jeonghan grins at you.
âGive me that!â You take the wooden tool from his hands, setting it on the board. âMingyu, do you want Jeonghan to leave?â
You feel the familiar cold tingle in your hands, and without adding any pressure yourself, the planchette moves to the word Yes.Â
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Currently thinking about switch reader and switch toru, where reader would be riding him while heâs a crying whining mess, maybe even tying his hands up, but as soon as she gets off of him heâs ripped the binds on his wrists and is flipping her over to give her the same treatment
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Characters: Gojo Satoru, FAB!Reader
Warnings: Bindage, silk ropes, choking, smut dirty talk, switch!gojo, switch!reader
Word Count: 1,119
A/N: F-Feral, submissive, whinning Gojo is one of my favorite Gojoâs!! đ«Ł
Gojo Satoru was the strongest. It was something everyone said, including himself. Yes, your boyfriend was the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. Which meant he got sent on missions a lot, which you didn't mind. He always came back home to you, cocky and ready for a sweet treat as a prize for himself.
What people didn't know was that when Gojo came back from a long or tedious mission, he needed you. Satoru needed you in a way that he never, ever let other people even know about. Because what would that into his reputation? What would happen if people knew Gojo Satoru wasn't always the strongest in bed?
Sure, Gojo loved fucking you into the mattress. But days after two week-long missions, he wanted to sit back and let you take the reins. He was beginning to regret his choice to let you do what you wanted now.
âA-Ah, holy fuck!â Gojoâs eyes flooded with tears, his blue eyes watching his cock disappear into your pussy as he slowly, and he fucking meant, slowly bounced up and down on him. âY/N babe, please!â He cried out, choking on a sob as you clamped down on his oversensitive cock. âP-Please, move faster!â
âI'm sorry; I thought you told me to enjoy myself, Toru.â
âI-I did! But I-I need more.â
You stopped moving altogether, sitting on his lap, cockwarming his throbbing cock. He whined in protest, struggling against the blue rope binding his wrists together. There was something about seeing him like this. Gojo was so needy and desperate that it had your pussy twitching with need. Feral horny Satoru was fun, but this submissive Satoru hit a different kind of button inside of you.
His hips weakly tried rocking up into you, but you hummed, slowly pulling up off him until he was an inch from popping out. âN-No, wait, what are you doing?! Please, please don't!â With a sneer, you slammed yourself back down onto his length, taking all of him in one go. âHAA!â Blue irisâ were the size of pin pricks as you repeated the same pattern, over and over, until he was choking on moans.
âLook at you~ such a good boy, Satoru~â Your boyfriend's chest heaved, eyes shut tight as you leaned forward, your fingers wrapping around his neck. âAre you my good boy~?â
Satoru bucked his hips cock throbbing as he shook his head. âI-Iâm not a fucking sub.â A sadistic smile crossed over your face as he bounced faster, moaning as you felt the coil in your tummy tightening.
âOoh~? Is that why you're blushing like a whore~? Do you want me to stop?â he shakes his head, âI asked you a question.â Fingers tightened around his throat, and you savored the way he cried out. âSo answer it; are you a good boy?â
The way you spoke the degrading tone, made everything feel better. It was like he was in his domain, and everything was much more intense. His balls clenched, and a strangled cry overcame him as the first waves of his orgasm rolled over him.
His hands fought against the silk ribbon you so cruelly bound him with. âI-Iâm a good boy! I'm a good boy!â Crying out, Satoru threw his head back, cumming inside of your pussy as you bounced harder, faster before slamming down on him completely, cumming with him.
Heavy breathing flooded the room as your heart rate began to slow. Only when you were positive you weren't going to pass out from pure orgasmic bliss your gaze fell on your boyfriend's face. Satoruâs bangs hung over his eyes; his ivory-perfect skin flushed red.
He looked so fucked out of his, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth. His chest was moving rapidly; his stomach muscles clenched underneath you. God, he looked so delicious like this, but at the same time, he seemed out of it. A little too out of it.
âSatoru?â He didn't respond. âI'll go get you some water.â Inching yourself off Satoruâs semi-hard cock, you gasped as the tip popped out. With jelly legs, you got off him, standing up slowly. âBaby, I'll be rig-â Looking over your shoulder, you came face to face with stunning blue eyes. âT-Toru?â
In one swift movement, Satoru yanked his wrists apart, ripping the blue silk bindings. Large hands gripped your hips, throwing you down on the mattress. The fluidity of his actions left you breathless, his hips pressing against yours. His hard cock throbbed before plunging inside of you.
âNnngh! Fuck!â Satoru growled, hearing your cries of pleasure. One hand gripped your hip so hard you knew you'd have bruises later. âT-Toru!â
âYou thought it was cute tying me up like that?â His voice was dark, lips on your neck, breathless words tickling your ear. âOh, you got nothing to say now?â he thrust deeper, his cock hitting your cervix head-on. âYeah, that's what I thought.â His free hand grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them against the mattress. âNot so funny now that you're in my position, is it?â
You couldn't find the words to respond other than âfuckâ. Satoru was fucking your brains out. Literally rendering your use of human language useless. All you were capable of doing was crying out his name as his cock slammed against your g-spot and your cervix with each thrust.
âAh! Mnnngh T-Toru!â He chuckled, the hand in his hips moving, rubbing your clit in circles, his other hand squeezing around your wrists tightened, making your eyes roll back.
âWho's my good girl?â
âHaah, ah~!â
âAnswer the question Y/N! Who's my good girl?!â
âM-Me! I am!â
Satoru took your earlobe between his teeth, picking up the pace of his sensual movements. âThen be a good girl and cum on my fat cock!â His eyes shut tight as you obeyed him, jerking and screaming, your orgasm bringing him over the edge of his second one. âThatâs right, good girl~ good fucking girl~!â
The warmth from your lingering orgasm and Satoruâs body laid over you. Satoruâs bare chest hummed with a satisfied groan before trailing kisses up your neck all the way to your lips. The kiss was soft and full of adoration, his strong hands cupping your face. Before he collapsed next to you, his arms dropped over you, pulling you close.
âNext time, you'll be the one tied up.â He whispered over the back of your neck, grinning against your skin as you squirmed. âAnd baby, that's a fucking promise I intend to keep.â
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Night of Sensual Delights
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You plan a sweet and romantic Halloween night with your boyfriend, but he has other ideas for enjoying his candy.
Author's note: I hope you enjoy this sweet sinful Halloween delight! đđ Show some love if you liked this, in any way you feel comfortable! Hugs and kisses!
Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral(fem receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, just shameless smut pals.
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October was almost over and James and you decided to do something simple this Halloween just to get into the spirit. You had stocked up on all kinds of candies and planned a Halloween movie night with your boyfriend. With only a candle lit up, you snuggled into the couch, with James tucking you in his arms, a soft blanket draped over you. You cradled a bowl of candy in your arms, remote in the other hand and pressed play.
The movie of the night was a classic; The Addams Family.
Bucky hadnât seen this one and was exited to find more about the films he had missed during his life as the winter soldier. As the movie started playing, you both watched and munched on the snacks. You laughed quietly at his reactions. He appeared unused to that kind of movies. At some point, he tensed up during a spooky scene and clutched you tight.
You grinned. "Whatâs wrong, oh, big, strong super soldier?"
He chuckled. âThe transition was sudden.â
"Don't worry, Sergeant Barnes, I'll protect you from everything."
He took a popcorn from the bowl and tossed it at you. âYou are such a teaser.â
âHey!â You laughed and tossed another piece of popcorn at him. âWatch the movie!â
âYou threw popcorn at me.â
âWell, you started it.â You gasped when he gently pinched your ass through you pajama pants. âYou are doing it again!â
âWhat?â He lifted her against him, now both his palms pinching you bum.
âBarnes stopâ ouch!â
âLiar,â he tapped your bottom. âIâm barely squeezing.â
You chuckled. âWell stop teasing my ass and watch the movie.â
âIâd rather watch youâ, he drawled, his deep blue eyes gazing at you.
You rolled your eyes playfully. âYou are such a flirt.â
âOnly with you.â
âShut up, and have some chocolate,â you said sweetly, pressing a the sweet piece to his mouth.
He consumed it and in a sudden move, he flipped you over, your back colliding with the couch, him pressing between your legs. âIâd rather have something even sweeter.â
You gasped at the feel of him against your core. âWhat is it you want exactly?â
He caught your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. âWant to have you for Halloween. Want my sweet girl and her pretty little pussy. Will you give it to me, sweets?â
âHmm⊠as if you have to askâŠâ you said in between wet kisses. âMore, please⊠JamesâŠâ
âI know baby, Iâve got you.â
And with that, he worked on removing your clothes, tugging at the Halloween pajamas, dragging at your underwear till there was nothing left but your smooth skin exposed to his eyes. He grasped your knees and steered them wide apart, leaning down to enjoy the view. Creamy thighs, and in between was the most pretty, pink puffy cunt begging for attention.
He licked his lips and with a low growl, he descended upon your mound, his teeth nibbling at the fat pussy lips before flicking his tongue around your clit. You threw your head back and threaded your hands through his hair, grinding your pussy against his face. He moaned his approval and thrust two warm fingers inside you, while teasing your clit with the metal one.
A few more thrusts and you keened, shook, and came apart with long-drawn moans. He didnât stop teasing you, he fucked you with his fingers, moving up to devour your nipples, causing a series of less intense orgasms to rock through you. With a victorious grin, he left one last kiss on your pussy lips and cupped your face.
âMy pretty pussy has the sweetest taste. Better than any candy.â
He claimed your mouth and you moaned at the taste of your essence on his tongue. Your hands traveled along his strong body, caressing his broad shoulders before traveling low to slip down his pants along with his boxers. He cooperated and tossed everything off and pressed his hot, raging hard body against you.
Pinning your hands above your head, he grabbed his fat cock and tapped it on your pussy lips. You watched as he rubbed the pulsing shaft until it coated in your juices, teasing you by thrusting the cockhead inside your little slit before drawing back. With a whine, you canted your hips, begging him in a series of whines and murmurs.
Cupping under your knees, he spread your legs and thrust forward, watching as you small slit was forced open by his dick. You both moaned at the sensations and once he was seated to the hilt you needed a few moments to adjust to the invasion. You always did. He was so big and thick, yet you both fit perfectly together.
After a few seconds, he puked back, his dick flushing with your arousal and slammed back in. You saw stars. He slowly did it again, his eyes fixed on your pretty cunt. He drew back till all his length was out, the pushed in, his swollen balls squeezed against your ass.
And then he pounded inside you, claiming your very soul.
Clutching your waist, he went faster, his mouth devouring your nipples while you clung to his shoulders for dear life and floated higher and higher. You shut your eyes tightly and came undone, your walls clenching hard around him. He followed almost immediately, delving to the hilt and shooting ropes of cum inside you. You felt his release, every pump that flooded your pussy and overflowed, dripping down your thighs.
With a sigh of satisfaction, he set you to lay on your side, cuddling you from behind, his still hard cock lodged deep within you. He kissed your lips and swallowed back your moans of pleasure, sucking your nipples and cupping your breasts in his hands. You relaxed into him, your body full and spent.
âWe should watch the rest of the movie now,â he said in an absolutely serious tone.
You half-laughed. âWe missed most of it.â
He kissed her head with a grin. âAre you complaining?â
âI wouldnât dare.â
âI think Iâm gonna love celebrating Halloween.â
Grinning, you looked at him. âWhen did you turn into such a sex monster?â
âWhen you started making me feel alive again. You did that, sweetheart.â He kissed your forehead and added, âNow watch the movie while I enjoy my Halloween treats.â
âWhatââ you didnât manage to let out another word and moaned instead when he leaned down to kiss around your flushed breasts.
âJamesââ
âThe movie, darling,â he said and gently thrust his cock, reminding you that he remained rock hard inside you.
âOne day, your stamina will be the end of me,â you groaned as he moved against you, his hands, mouth and delicious length of him inside you teasing you to another orgasm. He ended up fucking you until the credits rolled and you had no strength to do anything else but melt sweetly into his arms and enjoy his ministrations.
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matt likes to put his COLD ASS HANDS up your blouse!!
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âMatt, stop!â You belt out, giggling while trying to catch your breath. Youâve been dodging your boyfriend, Matt for the past 15 minutes, due to his ice cold hands. His favorite way to warm them up? Straight up your blouse. âBabe, come here! My hands are cold. Youâre really gonna let my hands be cold like that?â He says whining, stopping dead in his tracks- showing you his puppy dog eyes, pouting his lips. God was he beautiful. A piece of hair happened to fall in front of his face. Matt huffed, pushing the strand of hair out of the way, locking his eyes with yours. He knew how to work his charm. âThatâs not going to work, Matthew.â You reply sternly, crossing your arms, tapping your foot for added effect. Knowing that you were eventually going give in, you stayed strong for the time being. Besides, why wouldnât you want to see him beg just a little bit. In an instant, Matt jumps forward and grabs your waist, immediately bringing both your bodies together. You laugh as you struggle to get free from his grasp, pushing on his chest, but the more you push, the tighter his grip gets. Mattâs head nuzzles into your neck as you continuously attempt to break free. Itâs no use. His breath is warm with each exhale he gives. Itâs nice. Slowly you start to melt into his frame, linking your arms together over his shoulders. As you stand still, intertwined within each other, youâve forgotten what was even going on. âAH!â You scream. âYour hands are fucking freezing!â Mattâs hands had made his way onto the small of your back, underneath your dainty blouse. The warmth of your skin soaked up the coolness of his. Gradually, your temperatures become another thing you share. Dragging his fingers up your back, daring not to miss and inch.
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i could totally add some smut but nauuuurrrrrr i didnât wanna continue LOL. let me know if u want some!!! I really appreciate the requests- it definitely helps me. also if u want to see a certain style or pov or line PLEASE tell me!!!!
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i just know jayj and john b try to be sooo normal when it comes to you skippin around the chateau in nothing but an itty bitty t shirt and cute panties!!! nervous as hell when you sprawl over the both of them for a movie night or even just take off your shirt one day out on the boat. both of them somewhere behind the wheel just intensely staring at you, trying to play is so cool and failing tremendously - đ
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you could be so oblivious sometimes. you lived with two guys, two guys you are dating â and still maintained your pristine halo, dancing around the chateau to the low hum of the radio, cleaning up last nights mess of beer cans and pizza boxes, all whilst wearing a t-shirt roughly three sizes too small, and a pair of panties, the bow in the centre just tempting a hand to come and tug at it.
john b and jj were used to youâ sure, theyâd seen you naked a bunch of times, and in underwear, and in a bikini, and so onâ but there was something just so devious about this combination of garments that they couldnât look away. they both felt it, that boyish stare theyâd both do everytime youâd glide past them, dropping their eyes to your tits and then bending at the neck to watch your ass bounce with each step when youâre passed, it was quite the sight to see.
john b whistled casually once you finally settled down to watch a movie with them, an invite that always ends in nudity â the pattern never seeming to occur to you when youâd happily agree. âlookinâ good, pup.â the brunette hummed as you settled down on the couch between them. you greet him with a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
âthanks jb.â you chirp innocently before jj is instantly turning your face with his hand and tapping his cheek.
âi see you. playing favourites.â he accuses lightheartedly as you giggle, delivering a kiss to his cheek too. he turns his face, lips smacking yours and he gropes greedily at your tits making you squeal against him.
âwhere are your manners, jj?â you tsk, faux appalled as john b scrolls through netflix to find the movie youâd been discussing earlier.
âoh, long gone. soon as you put that lilâ outfit on.â he smirks, and you hide yourself shyly, masking your smile as you turn to the tv, the movie starting up.
youâll admit, you felt the eyes, the attention, the clear admiration of your little get up. the boys were clearly just in a mood that day, all riled up and touching you at any chance they got throughout the movie. the extra attention and ego boost went straight to your panties, plus â the movie was a little boring.
you shift uncomfortably, kicking the blanket draped over your legs off onto the ground making john b tsk.
âwanna stretch out.â you groan, feigning discomfort before repositioning yourself before jj could make some kind of innuendo about the remark, laying on your stomach across the two of themâ cheek laying on your hand on john bâs lap, innocently watching the tv, and your bottom half raised on jjâs lap, his hand instantly cupping the thigh meat below your ass.
âcomfortable?â john b smirks, a knowing timbre to his voice.
âvery.â you hum in satisfaction, watching â or pretending atleast to watch the movie.
you were in bliss, john b going from massaging the back of your neck to cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb comfortingly along your skin, your eyes fluttering closed. jj was getting busy too, groping and squeezing at your ass cheeks, occasionally offering little smacks to watch the fat ripple on his lap, a deep and quiet âmmmhm.â leaving his throat.
âyou know, as intriguing as this movie is⊠i got something way more interesting right here on my lap.â jj teases, looping his pointer finger into your panties and slowly peeling them aside, revealing the gooey, sticky mess youâd made of your folds. âuh-huh, would you look at that.â he smirks, rubbing a thumb through it all like he just couldnât help himself.
you release a quiet moan against john bâs palm and he grins all soft and loverboy-esque like the act is totally innocent. âcan never just ask for what you want, can you?â he muses, no threat of punishment to his voice whatsoever. he stretches his arms, lazy and languid before rolling his shoulders, smiling readily.
âcant ask, mâshyâŠâ you rub your cheek against his thigh, wide eyes trained on where heâs hardening through his shorts. john b follows your gaze and starts to rub at himself, waking up the cock that was going to make you cry.
âwrong, shy girls donât have two boyfriends.â jj pushes a finger inside you lazily, curling it up to the spot you need him making you whine. ânah, youâre somethinâ else.â
you take over from john bâs hand, your own curious palm stroking him through the fabric as he sighs, tipping his head back onto the couch headrest with a pleased smirk. âwhat am i, jayj?â you pout, turning to look over your shoulder, brows furrowed as you hump back against his finger. jj stares at the sight as if in a trance, eyes locked in and tongue poking out to swipe habitually at his bottom lip.
âiâon know. but i like it. a lot.â
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halloween with husband!ghost đđđ
The chilly Halloween air nips at your skin as you sit on your front porch, surrounded by the faint glow of jack o' lanterns you and your husband had carved. The night is alive with the laughter of children, their costumes ranging from little monsters to miniature superheroes.
The sound of the front door swinging open and shutting pricks your ears, and you turn back to see your husband holding a large bowl of candy. You pull your sweater tighter around your frame, smiling to yourself as you watch him approach you.
"You're gonna catch a cold. Maybe we should go insideâ"
"Simon! You promised," you scold gently, pouting your lips.
With a sigh, he begrudgingly sits down on the porch chair next to you, settling the bowl of candy in his lap.
Simon shifts uncomfortably in his chair, his hands clutching onto the sides of the bowl. He didn't really want to be out here in the first place, but you insisted on handing out candy to the kids this year. You wanted to be a friendly presence in the neighborhood, maybe get to know some new people. His reluctance was evident, yet you managed to coerce him into joining you. Besides, it could be fun! You're spending the evening just hangin' out with lil' ol' me! you had teased earlier that day. Of course, he had given in.
You catch a glimpse of his stern profile, the faint glow from the streetlight casting shadows on the edges of his face. He mutters something under his breath, likely a comment about the absurdity of Halloween, but you just chuckle in response, determined to make the most of the evening.
"Y'know, you can munch on those while we wait," you say, tapping his wrist lightly, motioning towards the candy in his hands.
Simon glances at the bowl of candy in his lap and then at you. With a dramatic sigh, he relents.
"S'pose a few wouldn't hurt."
He selects a piece of candy and unwraps it with deliberate nonchalance. As he munches, you can't help but notice a subtle softening in his demeanor. You hum, knowing that that man had an insatiable sweet tooth. His kryptonite.
A group of children dressed as witches and wizards approach your porch, their eyes widening at the sight of the mysterious man sitting there. You nudge Simon, urging him to play along. With a begrudging sigh, he reaches into the candy bowl, hand emerging with a handful of sweets.
"Happy Halloween," he grumbles in a barely audible voice. The kids exchange glances, half-terrified and half-amazed, before timidly taking the candy and scurrying away.
"See, Si, that wasn't too bad, was it?" you tease, elbowing him gently.
He settles back into his chair, trying to hide his smirk. "Don't get used to it, it's a once-a-year thing."
You laugh, appreciating his playfulness.
As the night progresses, more children in various costumes parade by, their eyes wide with excitement as they approach the enigmatic figure on the porch. Simon, despite his initial grumbling, starts to interact with the kids in his own unique way. Some ask about him, while others timidly compliment the carved pumpkins. The occasional chuckle escapes from the man next to you, and you can tell that, deep down, he's enjoying himself.
"Are you having fun?" you smile gently.
He raises an eyebrow at you. "Eh, it could be better."
But you know him well. Despite the tough exterior, you can sense the smallest grin creeping up on his face. You reach over, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "You're doing great. Besides, it's fun to see the kids' reactions. You're good with them."
Simon offers a subtle nod of acknowledgment, his gaze softening as he watches the neighborhood kids pass down the street. As the night unfolds, he becomes more animated, engaging with the children in playful banter and even managing a few lighthearted scares.
You can't help but smile proudly, reaching your hand to find his. You entwine your fingers in his, giving him a small squeeze. Simon glances at you, the faint glow from the jack o' lanterns highlighting the corner of his mouth as it quirks into a genuine smile. The warmth of your hand in his seems to be melting away any lingering reluctance, and he returns the squeeze, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected enjoyment he's finding in the evening.
As a group of children dressed as superheroes approaches, Simon beckons them over. With a flourish, he hands out candy, mimicking powerful stances. The kids respond with laughter, their amusement evident. You watch, heart warmed, as your usually stoic husband embraces the occasion of the evening.
"You're a sweetie," you remark, laughter bubbling in your voice.
He grins back, his eyes crinkling at the edges.
As a group of little monsters approaches, he pretends to be frightened, eliciting giggles from the kids. You can't help but marvel at the sightâSimon, the serious and stern Ghost, has become the kidâs one stop spot for entertainment. Whoâd have thought?
As the final trick-or-treaters make their way down the street, Simon looks at you, satisfaction in his eyes. Simon starts to rise from his chair, a smile still lingering. "Well, that's enough Halloween for one year."
You tease him, "Maybe we can make it twice next year?"
He chuckles, flashing you a sidelong glance, "Let's not get carried away."
You stand from your own chair, stretching a little. "You should give yourself more credit, y'know, Mr. 'I don't wanna hand out candy.'"
Simon shakes his head, leaning down to grab the empty bowl and some stray candy wrappers. "I dunno what you're talkin' about, love."
You giggle at his response as you go to hold the front door open for him. He walks through the threshold, the warm air inside your shared home warming you both up. Your cheeks felt a little numb from the nippy air.
Once inside, you both shed your jackets, feeling the warmth of your cozy home enveloping you. Simon heads towards the living room, and you follow suit. The soft glow of the fireplace casts a warm glow across the dark living room.
Simon drops onto the couch with a sigh, looking content yet still retaining a hint of his usual stoicism. You join him, settling beside him, and he instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders. The flickering flames dance in the fireplace, casting a gentle glow over the room. Simon reaches to the side to drape a blanket over the both of you.
"That wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be," Simon admits, a glint in his eyes.
You giggle, leaning into him. "Told you."
He smirks, "Well, I might consider making it a twice-a-year thing, but only because you seem to enjoy it so much."
You nuzzle against him, savoring the warmth of his embrace. "I knew you secretly loved it."
The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a moment, the crackling of the fireplace soothing you.
Simon leans down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "Thanks for makin' me do this."
"I loved spending tonight with you, Si," you whisper.
Simon's gaze softens, and he tightens his embrace. "Me too," he murmurs, his voice a gentle rumble.
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pairings: mammon x f! reader
warnings: cum play + scent marking ? + jealousy + plus size! reader + oral + fingering + exhibtionism + blood + spit
đ: miss writing soso much n mammon brainrot is horrible so hear me out!!!!
mammon with a big girl is something that just sounds perfect to me⊠heâs so jealous n greedy ând is obsessed with claiming you in the messiest n most carnal way <3 heâs obsessed with marking you with his cum and his seed is so messy n potent n he cums soso much itâs almost overwhelming. heâll cum on your tits, face, tummy and on your cunt because he loves the thought of other demons being able to smell him on you even after youâre all cleaned up afterwards. their sense of smell is superior to humans so even if you think youâre fine, theyâll still be wary of getting too close because his scentâs just that strong and who in their right mind would want to provoke one of the avatars of sin?
heâll paw at your tummy and grip your hips so tight it leaves you sore, completely enamored with how you look beneath him, covered in cum and spit yet still begging for more. splays a hand across your tummy while his cock is still ballsdeep in your sensitive cunt and presses down, his sticky semen gushing out around his dick because thereâs just so much inside.
mammonâs a biter too⊠puts his sharp teeth to use when in his demon form and leaves lovebites on your chest n thighs and even across your stomach <3 laves his tongue over the marks when they start to bleed a bit because he accidentally sank his teeth a little too deep in your soft skin.
if heâs feeling a little possessive, heâll stuff your cunt and have you keep his cum inside n take you around the devildom, a knowing smirk on his face because he can hear even the slightest hitch of your breath and smell how aroused the thought of him showing you off makes you <3
he can never get enough of you either, always has to use you whenever he wants because his greed is uncontrollable. draws orgasm after orgasm from you, nearly salivating because youâre just as selfish as he is! wrapping a hand around his wrist while heâs fingering you or clenching your thighs around his head while he eats you out because you need to cum and youâll do anything to reach your climax
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Going to do a small ramble since janitors been getting some misgendering.
Imagine if for a second, janitor just corrected people on their pronouns. Like, sure their in a chaotic fast food place but the least a customer can do is accept the pronouns the fucking cleaner of the establishment uses. Maybe after a long hard day of work, FF! Reader just gives sulli a hug. They deserve it even in this murder happy and very questionably run fast food joint. Maybe they even just chill after hours in the building to just hang out. Idk personally think there's not enough fluff for them. (Side thing : what if janitor just had a they/them pin? I've seen more recently at least in my area service workers have rainbow or fandom pins and I think it'd fit them.) -đanon (sorry I haven't spoken in awhile, been very busy with life)
[I'll do you one better- FF Reader being the one to correct the customer. TW: Mention of misgendering]
"Um, excuse me, Sir? There's still no paper towels in the bathroom."
Why do they even bother? They've expressed their grievances to this customer multiple times - both in fact of them being busy with other work, and that the customer had mistaken them for something they weren't. They've tried to let it slide. They've tried to gently inform the customer of their preferred pronouns. No dice. Their head was pounding from the fumes of the chemical they worked with, and this was doing nothing to help it. Why did they come into work today.
"Listen, I'll get to it once I'm done mopping. How many times do I have to tell you I'm not a-"
Soft squeaks resonate from the freshly cleaning floor as heavy steps race across it. A hand nabs the bottle of cleanser out of the janitor's hands - aiming the nozzle directly in line with the customer's eyes as its finger clamps down on the trigger.
The customer screeches - throwing their hands over their face to shield themselves as their eyes sting and vision blurs.
"Begone." Steadying your aim, you blast the customer with another face full of the unholy solution filing the bottle in your hands. Had to be some powerful stuff to get out the stains you see on the daily. Despite their arms blocking majority of their face, you manage to get a spray of the mixture in their mouth. They retch - tears and saliva dripping down their face as they spit.
"Agh! What the hell is wrong with you!"
"The fuck's wrong with you? I've been watching you all morning. There's a line between a mistake and being an ignorant asshole, and you've crossed it buddy. Go on, get - shoo, get the fuck outta here."
"I hope you know you've just lost a paying customer!"
"You say that like it's a bad thing. Go ruin someone's else's day."
The Janitor watches as you chase the customer out of the establishment, hurling obscenities and hitting them with another jet of cleanser whenever they turn to look back. You toss the now empty bottle at the hood of their car as they crawl in and speed away. Their heart pumps so loudly they can barely hear your steps as you return to their side.
"Sorry about using all your cleanser. Wanna go pretend to look for more in storage room and sneak out the back?"
The Janitor deadpans. "I used to think I was in love you.... It's gone far beyond just a thought now."
"I know." You throw your arm around their shoulder - allowing them to dump their weight on you as they go weak in the knees from the contact. You half carry them out the back door, sneaking off to where their van was parked outside. You hold your hand out for their keys which they readily give you. You help them into the passenger seat before walking around to the driver's side and hopping in. The Janitor's hand reaches over the divider, stopping just short of your arm.
"You good?"
Their head falls to your shoulder - voice strained as they rub at where their eyes would be. "Yea....Yea, I'm good. Thanks by the way."
You place your hand over theirs, squeezing it gently. "Eh, you and I are the one's keeping the hellhole in shape.. You deserve more respect than you get sometimes... Ready to ditch this place for the night?"
"....Please?..."
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đ staring. Johnny x afab!Reader
đź preview. As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you wonât get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend. Youâre disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe heâll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. Youâre starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.
tw/cw. yandere/stalker subthemes, unknown caller, weed use, multiple reader orgasms, big dick!Johnny, oral, pussy eating, blowjob, deep throating, spit as lube, fingering, hand riding, dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, cum/fullness kink, unprotected sex, heavy grinding, dick bulge, creampie, rough groping, slight restraint, size kink, submissive reader, subspace, dumbification, hair pulling, finger sucking, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) Tiny, good girl, pretty girl. (his) Ghostie.
đč rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15k
đ aus. uni/frat au, yandere subthemes, Halloween, etcâŠ
âïžÂ mlist + an. this might just be the best John fic I've ever written, or maybe I just need therapy
SundayÂ
You pause your movie when your phone rings and you look down at the screen. The number is unknown, and you briefly consider not even answering it. However, youâve had two job interviews in the past week, and you donât want to miss any opportunities, so with a sigh, you bring your phone to your ear.
âHello?â
âHi, Tiny, howâs your night going?â
Definitely not a prospective employer. Your sorority gave you the name Tiny during first year, something to do with the âtinyâ shots you always want to take, and only those within the Greek system use it on you. On top of the Greek-specific term of endearment, the man on the other end of the line is using a voice modulator of some sort, and it makes it impossible for you to identify him.
Your curiosity is sparked.Â
âWho is this?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â
You sigh, leaning back against your bed and setting your laptop to the side. âI get that Scream is having a comeback, but this whole âcalling a girl and being mysteriousâ thing wonât get you laid anytime soon.â
âAre you sure about that?â You can hear a hint of laughter in the manâs voice.
âIf youâre not going to tell me who you are, Iâll hang up.â
âWe wouldnât want that, now would we?â Thereâs a pause then, âLetâs just say, a mutual friend gave me your number. They thought weâd hit it off.â
âWhoever this ungendered mutual friend is, I doubt they expected you to call me with a voice modulator and act out a Ghost Face fantasy. I get that Halloween is a week away, but come on⊠you canât be serious about this.âÂ
âI am serious. Come on Tiny, live a little.âÂ
âYouâre awfully sure of yourself, arenât you, Mister Ghost Face.âÂ
âIâve got good reason to be, trust me on that.â
You let out a deep sigh, going through your roster of men who might think this sort of thing would be funny. âYunho? Is this you getting high again?âÂ
âWrong frat, but good guess. I didnât know Alpha Tappa Zetaâs star quarterback was a stoner, thanks for the info, Tiny.âÂ
âShit,â you mutter to yourself. You hadnât meant to throw Yunho under the bus like that.
âItâs okay, I wonât tell anyone about his⊠habits. That would be hypocritical of me.â
You search your mind for the stoners you know. Ones who would have the balls to call you like this.Â
âDo you want to take another guess? Iâll give you three chances. You have two more.â
Aside from ATZ, you spend a lot of time with Sigma Veta Tau. Soonyoung is a well-known blunt roller in the fraternity system, but he wouldnât do a charade like this. Heâs very open about hitting on you any time youâre at one of his parties.Â
âJeonghan?â you ask.
âLast guess, Tiny.âÂ
He doesnât confirm or deny if youâve gotten the frat right, but you canât really see any other SVT members who would fit this mysterious manâs profile.Â
Your mind wanders to Nu Chi Theta. Theyâve got quite a few weed lovers there, and youâve been invited into many closed-room smoke sessions with the dirty NCT boys.Â
Thereâs Yuta, and heâd definitely have the gall to entertain a flirtation like this. However, you donât know of any mutual friends who would ever set you up with him. With another sigh of irritation, you throw out the last name on your shortlist of stoner acquaintances.Â
âHyuck? Please tell me this isnât you.â
âClose but no cigar.âÂ
âI donât like this game.â
âYouâre not supposed to like it, but it is entertaining, donât you think?â
âWhatâs your angle with all of this?â you question. âIf youâre not going to tell me who you are, then whatâs the point of calling?â
The line is silent for a few moments. âI guess⊠I just wanted to talk to you a little, is that so bad?â
Your heart softens, if only momentarily. âThen grow some balls and ask me out like a real man.â
âWhere would be the fun in that?â The mystery man lets out a short chuckle, and your irritation only grows.Â
âHas anyone ever told you that youâre really annoying?â
âA few times actually.â
âWell, youâre the most annoying person Iâve ever met and I havenât even met you.â
âYes, you have.â
âGod, Iâm tired of this. Goodnight.âÂ
You donât even wait for an answer, you simply hang up.
Despite trying to get back to your movie, you canât get the mystery man out of your head. When you go to bed you canât even sleep, your mind completely full of all the possibilities of who your caller could have been.Â
Youâll have to do some digging tomorrow. You canât not figure out who this guy is- and you know just the fratboy to give you all the details you could need.
Monday
Mark Lee is always fifteen minutes early, even when it comes to an 8am class. You feel like shit after tossing and turning all night, so when you slide into the seat next to him in the back of the class, he gives you a once over and his lips part in shock.
âAre you okay?â
âNo, Mark, Iâm not okay,â you snap, regretting it a moment later- after all, Markâs not the one doing this to you. âSomeone called me from an unknown number last night. A frat guy, Iâm not sure who. He was using this voice modulator-â
âThat sounds hella sketchy.â
âSuper sketchy,â you agree.Â
âI know itâs October and everything, but thatâs a weird way to hit on a girl.â
âThatâs what I said!â Mark always understands you. âHe said a mutual friend gave him my number, thought weâd be cute together or something- whoever it was, I need to strangle them.â
âIs this friend a girl or a guy?â
âMystery man wouldnât tell me,â you groan.
âSo⊠this dude could be literally anyone.â
âNot Yunho from Alpha Tappa Zeta, Jeonghan from Sigma Veta Tau, and not your roommate Hyuck. The guy gave me three guesses,â you explain, âthe hint is that heâs a stoner.â Â
âLots of frat guys are stoners.â
âExactly,â you sigh, leaning back in your seat.Â
âWhat are you going to do if he calls you again?â Mark asks. âThis kind of feels like stalker behavior.â
âIt does,â you admit. âBut at the same time, he calls me Tiny, and he says weâve met before- when I asked what he even got out of the phonecall he said he just wanted to âtalk to me a little,â which, I donât know, for some reason I feel like heâs not a stalker.âÂ
Mark gives you a look that says âYouâre crazy,â and after listening to everything that just spewed out of your own mouth, maybe you kind of agree with him.
 âSo if he calls you againâŠâ Mark reasks his earlier question, one youâd chosen to ignore.
But you canât ignore it now, and you let out a deep breath.
âIf he calls again⊠Weâll see what happens.â
âTiny-â
âMark,â you counter, knowing heâs about to chastise you. But you donât want to hear it. If even he doesnât have any idea of who your mystery caller could be, you simply canât give up. If you never find out who this âGhost Faceâ dude is, youâll feel unsolved for the rest of your life and you know it.
âLook, Iâll ask around a little,â Mark concedes.
You let out a squeal of delight, throwing your arms around your closet fratboy friend. He lets out a chuckle, gently squeezing you back.Â
Markâs a good guy.Â
If only you were into good guys and not sleazy stoners calling you while getting a hard-on for being Ghost Face.
Monday pt 2
Itâs nine o'clock and youâre starting to get tired while you study. Youâre in need of a distraction, so when your phone rings with an unknown number, your heart practically jumps into your throat.
âHello?â
âHi, Tiny.â
âWow, Mister Ghost Face,â you laugh, twirling in your spinny chair, âtwo nights in a row. You must really like me, huh?â
The laugh he lets out sounds genuine, even though his voice is obscured still. For some reason, the noise makes you grin, and you canât believe youâre actually kind of having fun with this.
âI do like you,â the mystery man confirms. âTell me about your day.â
âTell you about my day?â Youâre in shock.
âUh huh.â
âNo teasing or nothing? No three guesses about your identity?âÂ
âIâll tell you what,â he lets out a sigh, âlike you said, Halloween is in a week. If you keep letting me call you until then, Iâll reveal myself when you come to the party.â
âThe party?â you repeat. âYou make it sound like thereâs only one frat party on Halloween.â
âOnly one worth going to.â
âIs that so?â Heâs so cocky- why does that turn you on?Â
âYup. In fact, I know you agree with me on this, because the past two Halloweens, youâve come to my frat.âÂ
Your body freezes. Heâs just given you a massive hint-
âSo youâre an NCT boy?â
âWouldnât call myself a boy, and neither would you if you saw what's in my pants.âÂ
You swallow the lump in your throat, not sure how to even respond to the suggestive comment heâs just made.Â
The man on the other end of the line lets out a chuckle. âSorry, Iâm two blunts deep. I should watch what I say to you, that's why I asked about your day.â
âYou donât have to- watch what you say, I mean.â
âYeah?â You can almost picture him leaning back in a chair, a large half-chub growing in his pants- âAre you getting horny from a mystery man on your phone? Dirty girl.â
âDirty guy,â you counter, âtrying to entice me by saying your dick is big.â
âWell, it worked, didnât it?â
âIâm intrigued,â you admit, âbut not only because of your cock.â
âItâs a nice cock.â
âOkay, Iâll tell you about my day,â you sidestep. âHad an early class with Mark Lee, you must know Mark.â
âOf course.â
âWell, he has no clue who you could be.â
âYou talked about me.âÂ
You can hear him smiling.Â
âI bet you couldnât even sleep last night. Too busy trying to figure out who I am.â
Okay, maybe he is a bit of a stalker. Or maybe he just knows you well⊠who the fuck is this guy?
âStop being so cocky,â you insist.
âTell me Iâm wrong.âÂ
âMark told me youâre probably a stalker, said I should maybe block your number.â
âI donât have a number, if I did, that would be too easy for you. Iâm an unknown caller⊠can you even block unknown callers?âÂ
âI guess weâll find out when I block you.â
âWonât happen though. What did you do after your class with Mark?â
âAre you really that interested in my day?âÂ
âI wouldnât be asking if I wasnât interested.â
Heâs a cocky softy, who would have imagined.Â
You wonder what you ever did to make this guy so sweet on you- youâve dated men who donât even care to ask you how your day went, and this guy is out here doing it practically for free.
âClasses were okay, my sorority had a little fundraiser at lunch, we baked cupcakes.â
âThey were good cupcakes.âÂ
âWaitâŠâ your stomach churns a little. âYou stopped by?â
âIâm a sucker for cupcakes, and how cute your butt looks in blue jeans.â
You search your memory, counting how many NCT boys came through around lunch. You realize that there were far too many for it to do any good in deciphering which one is the man youâre currently talking to.
âDid we talk?â
âYou talked to everyone who bought something. Iâm not special.â
Except⊠he kind of is special, in a way you canât truly explain⊠not yet anyways.
âMaybe you are a stalker,â you decide.
âI can promise you Iâm not, but I bet youâd be kind of into it if I was.â
This guy makes you feel such conflicting emotions, youâre not sure how to even handle him.
âLook, I was studying when you called-â
âRight, you should get back to that.â
âI should.â
âSleep tight, Tiny. Itâs been nice talking to you.â
Part of you wants to return the sentiment, it feels second nature, but the words stop on your tongue. In all fairness, it hasnât been particularly nice talking to the mystery Ghost Face guy.Â
Instead of saying anything else, you simply hit him with a âBye,â and you hang up the phone.
However, you donât get back to studying, you immediately call Mark.
He sounds groggy as he says âHello?â
âDid I wake you?â
âNo.â
âI just got a call from that guy again. Heâs definitely one of your frat brothers, and heâs high right now.â
âThat doesnât narrow it down,â Mark sighs. âWe sort of uh⊠all got high at the fire after dinner.â
âMark Lee!â you screech.
âSorry, sorry!â Mark groans. âIâll uh⊠ask around some more. Weâll figure out who this dude is.â
âAnd if we donât⊠he said heâd tell me who he is at your frat Halloween bash at the end of the week.âÂ
Itâs Monday now, and the party is on Saturday. That means youâll only have to wait a few days⊠you can hold out for a few days⊠canât you?
Tuesday
You read over the email a third time, but it doesnât make anything better. The words âWe regret to inform you that you have not been chosen for the positionâ make your eyes begin to well with tears.
Quickly exiting your phone, you grab your things. You refuse to cry in the middle of the library-
The bathroom will have to do the trick, and you hurry to get there, holding back the choked sob that longs to slip out of you.
Youâd thought for sure this interview would land you a job on campus. The interview had gone well, or so youâd thought.
You donât even know why youâre getting so upset about this.Â
Thereâs just something so devastating about rejection.Â
You get to the bathroom quickly, shutting yourself into a stall before you allow the tears to fall again. You cradle your face in your hands, allowing the sadness to overwhelm you.
Itâs important to have a good cry every now and again, and you definitely need this.
Your cries, however, are interrupted by your phone ringing in your pocket. Wiping at your face, you reach for the device, lifting it to your ear.
âHello?â
âAre you okay?âÂ
âI really donât have time for this right now, Ghost-â you groan, closing your eyes at the familiar voice-modulated sound.
âYou do have time,â he insists. âTell me what happened.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI just saw you running through the library. Looked like you were crying.â
âI wasnât crying!â you nearly yell.Â
âLiar. Come on, Tiny, let Ghostie make you feel better.â
The affectionate-sounding nickname prompts you to wipe your eyes. âAre you sure youâre not a stalker?â
âI was in the library, donât get your panties in a twist.â
âWas?â
âIâm gone now, canât have you figuring out who I am before Halloween.â
âWould it really be so bad if I did?â you question. âIt would make me feel better.â
âLook at you, using your bad experience to try to swindle me,â you hear him laugh, and there are more sounds now, as if heâs walking across campus. âSeriously, Tiny, tell me whatâs going on.â
âDo you always walk around campus with a voice modulator?â
âItâs an app on my phone babe, now answer my question.âÂ
âYou didnât ask a question, you commanded me to tell you what happened, and Iâm not taking commands right now.â
He sighs. âWill you please tell me whatâs making you cry?â
Your lower lip trembles. âItâs stupid.â
âNothing that hurts you is stupid.â
âWhy are you being so nice to me?â
âIt looked like you needed a friend.â
âYouâre not my friend. Youâre some guy who got my number and gets hard by pretending to be Ghost Face from Scream.â
âI could be your friend. Could be more than your friend. And Iâm not hard right now. Not after seeing you cry.âÂ
You take a breath. âI applied for a job and I uh⊠they didnât hire me.â
âThen theyâre stupid.â
âMaybe Iâm stupid.â
âDonât say that.â
âIâm a girl whoâs spent three days talking to a guy who keeps his identity a secret, and for some crazy reason, youâre actually making me feel better. That definitely makes me stupid.â
âNo, it makes you soft. Itâs one of the things I like about you.â
âYeah?â you sniffle. âWhat else? And donât say my ass in blue jeans.â
The man chuckles. âYouâre soft, and kind. But youâre a fighter too. Youâve got a spark. Donât even get me started on how smart you are-â
âAnd how would you know how smart I am?â
âFor starters, youâre in the top-scoring sorority on campus,â he points out. âWhenever you come to trivia night, you wipe the floor with all of us. Mark talks constantly about how much you help him with his classes, which brings me to my next point, you care about charity. Thatâs a great sign of your character.âÂ
âYou do know a lot about me, donât you, Ghostie?â His words have stopped your tears, and you cradle your phone close to your ear.Â
âStill not a stalker though.â
Now he even has you laughing. âJuryâs still out on that one.â
âYou sound better already,â he muses. âMark has a free block right now, Iâm sure if you call him heâd take you for ice cream or something to distract you.â
âThatâs a good idea,â you admit.
âIâm full of good ideas.â
âThank you.â
âDonât mention it, Tiny.â
Tuesday pt 2
âThis guy sounds like a full-on stalker,â Mark says for the sixth time as you grab ice cream and sit inside while a storm passes, rain splattering the windows.
âI mean, if he knew your schedule, Iâm guessing heâs someone close to you.â
âHeâs stalking us both, I donât like it.â
âBut heâs nice.â
âHeâs stalking you, Tiny!âÂ
âHeâs not!â you insist. âA lot of people were at the library today⊠honestly, I think⊠I think Ghostie is kind of sweet.â
âGhostie?!â Mark stares at you in shock. âYouâre calling him Ghostie now?â
âItâs cute, right?â
âItâs crazy is what it is!â Mark leans back in his seat, frowning. âThis is giving me the creeps.â
âWell, itâs spooky season.â
âIf Iâm being honest, I donât think any of my frat brothers would pull crazy shit like this. Theyâre mostly pretty chill dudes.â
âSo you think heâs lying about being in NCT?â you ask, cocking your head to the side.
âI think heâs definitely lying,â Mark confirms.
âWell, agree to disagree.â
Mark studies you for a moment. âLook, the only guy whoâs a freak like this is Yuta and he swore up and down to me yesterday that heâs not calling you with a fucking voice modulator.âÂ
âI donât think this is Yuta.â
âBecause youâre a Ghostie expert now, huh?â He scoffs loudly.
âYutaâs not really a stoner,â you point out. âAnd besides, I canât explain why I know itâs not him, I just have a feeling.â
âYeah, is that feeling in your pussy by any chance?âÂ
âMark Lee!â you gasp, scandalized by his choice of words.Â
âBe real with me!â he insists. âYou wouldnât be entertaining this if it wasnât⊠I donât know, turning you on? Are you turned on by stalkers? Is this why you like Halloween so much?â
âOkay, maybe I am turned on, but that doesnât make me a bad person.â
âIt just makes you crazy,â Mark groans, running a hand through his hair. âI swear to God, when the dude reveals himself at the frat party, it better be one of my frat brothers and not a serial killer. And also, Iâm going to fight him.â
âSomething tells me heâd beat you,â you giggle.
âNow youâre trying to make me feel bad.â
âSays the guy who just called me crazy.â You grin, knowing that youâve won.
âThis whole thing is crazy.â
He has a point about that.
Wednesday
Youâve been waiting all day for a call from Ghostie, and it comes right before youâre about to head to bed. You practically launch yourself at your phone, putting it on speaker and saying âHello?â as if you donât know whoâs on the other end of the line.
âHey you, feeling better today?â
âYou tell me, mister stalker.â
âI havenât actually seen you today, it was a bit of a shame if Iâm being honest.â
âYeah?â God, this man has way too much power over you. âAnd whyâs that, Ghostie?â
âBecause Iâve been looking at your Instagram, but youâre cuter in person.â
âDo you follow me?âÂ
âWeâre mutuals.âÂ
Youâre mutuals with pretty much the entire NCT frat, it would have been more helpful if heâd said heâs not a follower, although, now that you think of it, that had always been unlikely.Â
âStill trying to figure out who I am, arenât you, Tiny?â
âOf course.â
âRemember when I was listing your good qualities? Patience wasnât one of them.âÂ
âThatâs so rude of you,â you say, although, youâre grinning at your phone.
âHere, Iâll make it better. I have an idea for you.â
âLetâs hear it then.â You get comfortable on your bed, wondering what heâs about to say.
âIf you want a job, thereâs this bar on campus, Skeets. Have you heard of it?â
âWho hasnât heard of Skeets?â You roll your eyes.Â
âThey let just about anyone work there. A few of the NCT guys are bartenders, Iâm sure theyâd put a good word in for you with the hiring manager, heâs also a member of the frat.âÂ
You havenât been to Skeets in ages, and you try to remember who you know amongst the staff. âWait, youâre right- doesnât Hyuck work there?â
âHe does⊠This is the second time youâve mentioned him, got something of a crush, Tiny?â
âWould that make you jealous?â you tease.
âIâm not the jealous type,â he states. âBut yeah⊠it would.â
âDonât get your Ghost Face mask in a knot, I donât have a crush on Hyuck. In fact, if you turn out to be Hyuck and I find out you lied to me about your identity, Iâm going to be really mad.âÂ
âIâm not Hyuck.â
âGood.â You consider his proposition for a moment. âDo you really think theyâd hire me?â
âIt doesnât hurt to try.â
âYou know, on Sunday, if someone had told me youâd be helping me find a job not three days later, I would have said they were crazy.â
âGuess I like to keep you on your toes.â
âI think you just have a major soft spot for me. Tell me Iâm wrong.â
âI canât. I promised not to lie to you.âÂ
God, he makes you so giddy itâs insane.Â
âAre you going to come stalk me at Skeets if they give me a job?â
âGoodnight, Tiny.â Heâs avoiding the question, and you can hear him grinning through the phone.
âNight, Ghostie.â
Itâs the first time heâs the one to hang up on you, and it leaves you wanting more.
Thursday
Ghostie had assured you that Skeets hires just about anyone, but that doesnât help the anxiety building inside of you as you prepare to take your resume into the bar.Â
You even do a Wonderwoman pose outside while waiting for Skeets to open, breathing deeply to psych yourself up while you go over possible interview questions just in case the hiring manager wants a chit-chat today.
âI love working in a team environment,â you say quietly to yourself, closing your eyes and running through responses. âThe most important thing is that the guests feel welcome.â
The sound of something dragging across the cement ground has you practically jumping, lids flashing open as your head whips toward the noise.
âSorry, didnât mean to interrupt your mantra,â the tall fratboy laughs, setting up the wooden sign with the daily drink menu just in front of the door to the bar.
âItâs fine,â you assure him, swallowing thickly.Â
The man in front of you is Johnny Suh. Heâs two years older than you, and you know him through Mark. When guys join a frat, theyâre assigned a âBig,â an elder frat brother to guide them through the process. Johnny is Markâs big, and heâs always been nice to you whenever youâve crossed paths.
You would call Johnny an acquaintance, not a friend, but heâs still a friendlier face than you may have expected to see upon your first moments interacting with Skeets staff.Â
âYou coming inside, Tiny?â Johnny asks.
âYeah, sorry John, one sec, I just need another deep breath.â You wave your hand at him, turning your back and gulping down air while you hold your bag tight to your front, the resume within practically burning a hole in the leather.
The hot fratboy heads back inside and you finish calming yourself down.Â
You can do this. You can get this job.
As you enter the bar thatâs just open, you realize there are only a few staff members kicking around so far. Kim Jungwoo is rearranging chairs, and Lee Donghyuck is sitting on a table looking at his phone. Johnny Suh is behind the bar, and you decide you should probably talk to him, so you try to act confident as you walk through the small establishment.
Johnnyâs brown eyes raise as you approach, and he offers you a small smile. âTough day?â
âWhat?â You blink at him, settling against the bartop.
âYou looked kind of off outside, and most people donât come in to day-drink this early.â
âOh, uh⊠Iâm not here to day-drink.â You let out a tiny laugh. âActually, I came to see if you guys were looking to hire new staff members, I brought my resume.â
You reach into your bag to pull out the papers, and you hand them over to Johnny.
His eyes scan the first sheet. âWow, a cover letter, Iâve actually never seen one of these.â
People donât apply with cover letters? The idea is kind of shocking to you.
Johnny hardly looks at your resume, setting it down in front of him to address you instead. âWhat makes you want to work at Skeets?â
âIn all honesty, I need a job. Iâm dependable, and Iâve got a decent schedule to work in the food service industry. I like working as part of a team, and Iâm already friends with a lot of the staff here, so I thought it might be a good fit.â
Johnny nods, assessing you. âHave you bartended before?â
âIâve got my qualifications to serve alcohol, but Iâve mostly had waitressing jobs,â you admit.
âAt Skeets, we all do a bit of everything. Would you be open to learning how to mix drinks?â
âIâd be very open to it,â you nod.Â
âThen letâs give it a shot,â Johnny smiles warmly at you. âYouâve got good timing, we actually just had to let go of someone for excessive drinking on the job. I was going to put a wanted ad up today, but looks like that wonât be necessary.â
âAre youâŠâ you swallow thickly, âare you serious? Iâm hired?â
âYeah, why not?âÂ
You canât help the squeal of delight that rushes through you, and a massive grin makes its way onto your face. You even jump a little, and Johnny seems to enjoy your excitement, smiling from ear to ear while you celebrate.Â
âWhen can you start?â he asks next.
âI can start tomorrow! I mean, if you need me that soon.â
âTomorrow is a big night here at Skeets, the Friday before Halloween. We could use the hands, but it will be a busy one, do you think you can handle that?â
Youâre quick to nod. âOf course. But I uh⊠I should let you know, I canât work Halloween, I promised a friend Iâd meet them at your frat for the party.â
âDonât worry about Saturday,â Johnny assures you. âSigma Veta Tau has their frat party tonight, so itâs all us NCT guys working, and tomorrow weâll switch. As much as Seungcheol is a good comanager, I donât trust him to teach you how to mix drinks on Halloween.â
âSo⊠youâre going to be the main person training me then?â you ask.
âIf you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself,â he confirms.Â
You canât help but beam up at the tall frat boy, overjoyed at this turn of events. As cute as Johnny is though, part of you is excited to tell Ghostie about this when he inevitably calls you tonight.Â
Your life is definitely a little crazy.
âSo, how about you come in tomorrow at seven?â Johnny suggests. âThe bar will be open past midnight, but I figure I can show you a few things before it gets busy around ten, and then I can let you go early.â
âIâll be here at seven.â
âAnd when it comes to what youâre wearing, weâll give you a Skeets t-shirt,â he pulls at the black fabric stretched tight across his broad chest. âOther than that, you can wear any color of jeans and some sneakers.â
âPerfect.â
âYouâll be paid for the training shift, Iâll tip you out in cash, and if it goes well, weâll get your banking details at your next shift after that,â Johnny explains. âIâve got your number here on your resume, so Iâll be in contact with you on Sunday, howâs that sound?â
âSounds like a dream.â You literally canât stop smiling.
âTinyâs going to learn to mix,â Johnny says fondly, âMarkâs going to love this.â
You already feel close to Markâs big, and the opportunity to work with him is a good one. Johnny is one of the more well-known nice guys at the frat. Sure, heâs got a little bit of a dangerous edge to him, just based on his massive stature alone, but heâs generally a big softy bear.Â
âThanks again for this, Johnny,â you beam. âI wonât let you down.â
Thursday pt 2
âHyuck said our favorite Tiny sorority princess got herself a job today.âÂ
âHello to you too, Ghostie.â
âI wanted to cut to the chase and congratulate you.â
âI wouldnât have gotten the job without you,â you admit. âSo⊠thank you.â
âDonât mention it,â your mystery man says, and you can hear that classic grin of his. âIâm sure you got it on your own merit.â
âApparently no oneâs ever brought a cover letter with their resume before.â
âThey must have been impressed.âÂ
âHired me on the spot.â
âThatâs my girl.âÂ
Your insides flutter. You like the way it sounds when he calls you his girl. âHow about your day, Ghostie? Stalk any new girls?â
He laughs. âOnly one girl worth stalking, which, I donât do, by the way.â
âSure you donât.â
âMy day was long,â he says finally.
âYeah, itâs nearly midnight, I was thinking about going to sleep butâŠâ
âBut you wanted me to call,â Ghostie finishes your sentence for you.
âWhen you say it like that it sounds kind of depressing.â
âItâs not depressing, Tiny, itâs cute.â
âCute?âÂ
âI like that youâre getting used to me.â
âYou know⊠if you decided not to show up to the Halloween party- if you never called again, I think⊠Iâd wonder who you are the rest of my life.â Itâs a moment of vulnerability, and your heart races in your chest while you wait for his response.Â
âI wouldnât do that to you, Tiny,â Ghostie promises. âIâll find you on Saturday, and not in a stalker way.â
âWhat costume are you going to be wearing?âÂ
âIf I tell you, youâll just show up and scour the whole place looking for me.â
âYou know me too well, donât you, Ghostie?â
âWhat are you going to wear, pretty girl?â
You literally kick your feet at the term of endearment, body buzzing. It takes a moment to collect yourself. âHonestly? Iâve got a Ghost Face mask hanging around somewhere.â
âAnd here I was being told Iâm the one who gets hard pretending to be Ghost Face.âÂ
âWell⊠even though I donât know you, not really, I think I got that one pretty accurate, didnât I?â
âMaybe a little.â
âI thought you said you were big,â you tease.
âOkay, maybe a lot.â
You bite at your lip. After the great day youâve had, itâs difficult not to feel flirty. âAre you hard right now, big guy?â
He groans, and even under the voice modulator, something tells you the sounds he makes are sexy as fuck. You can feel your panties getting wet. Itâs dirty, but in the best possible way.
âIâll take that as a yes,â you grin.
âYouâre being bad, Tiny.â
âSays the guy whoâs literally hard right now.â
The other end of the line is silent for a moment. âCan I ask you something?â
âYou can ask me anything.â
âWhat if⊠when we meet, youâre not interested in me?â
Well, this has just taken a turn. How did you go from horny thoughts to insecurity?Â
Itâs a valid question though, one you should have asked yourself by now, but for some reason you havenât. You think about it for a few seconds.Â
âI feel like⊠I know itâs been less than a week of talking but, youâre not like any other guy Iâve ever met. And not just because youâre calling with a voice modulator.â You let out a laugh. âYou ask how my day is, and you care to hear my answer. You even helped me get a job, which is crazy to think about. For some weird reason, I think when I meet you, the emotional connection is already kind of there, so no matter what you look like, youâll be more attractive to me.â
âYou really think so?âÂ
âI mean, NCT is known for having hot guys, so Iâm not sure who you could be that would turn me off. There are only a few NCT guys Iâd say a hard no to at the moment.â
âYeah? Who?âÂ
âWell, Doyoung and I have never gotten along, but I know youâre not him because he doesnât touch weed. I dated Jeno for about a week, and I know enough about him to know I donât want to do anything with him ever again, and also, that youâre not Jeno because heâd never ask me how my day was going-â
âWhat an asshole.â
You laugh. âAll things considered, Ghostie, I think youâll do just fine.â
âThatâs good to hear.â
âIs this why youâve been doing the whole voice modulator thing? Youâre worried I wonât be interested in you?â
âItâs one of the reasons,â Ghostie admits. âI also worried that if I did hit on you, you might think I was only trying to get you into my bed, which, yeah, it would be nice, but⊠as perfect as your body is, itâs not the most interesting thing about you.â
What a scrumptious take; A guy calling you up and using anonymity to prove to you that this connection isnât only about sex.Â
Your heart softens.
âGhostie, you might be one of the sweetest guys I know,â you admit.
âMore than your best friend Mark Lee?â
You laugh. âMaybe not, Mark would never do something like this. Youâre a bit of a paradox that way, arenât you?â
âIf you say so, Tiny. As much as Iâve liked this talk, I think I should let you sleep. Halloween is two days away and Iâm sure weâve both got a lot to do before then.â
âWhat if I donât want you to go just yet?â
âThen Iâd remind you that patience is a virtue.â
âYouâre such a tease.â
âGood thing we have an emotional connection so youâll forgive me for it. Night, Tiny.â
âNight, Ghostie.âÂ
FridayÂ
Your first shift consists of shadowing Johnny. Heâs a fabulous teacher. Heâs calm, patient, and very encouraging. The first few hours are a breeze, but the bar gets increasingly packed as the night goes on.
Itâs a little overwhelming, but Johnny helps keep you steady. He gives you the easy drink orders, things like beer and simple cocktails. While youâre filling a cup from the beer tap, heâs busy mixing five to ten different things into one glass for items on the Halloween special menu.
Thereâs something sexy about a diligent worker, and his beefy arms are all bulgy and hot in his tight Skeets shirt. You can tell that a lot of girls come up to the bar specifically to order from him. There are two other bartenders, but Johnnyâs line is notably the longest.
Youâve had your own share of interested men pop over to say hi. There are very few frat boys here tonight, as thereâs a party in full swing in the Greek village, so most of the guys coming up to grab a beer from you are people you donât know.
Many of them are dressed up in costumes, and itâs interesting to try to guess some of the more obscure clothing choices.
Anytime you see a man in a ghost costume, your mind shifts to your mystery caller. You wonder if heâll pop by tonight- but other than the men already working with you, no NCT boys walk through the front door.Â
No Ghostie.
Thereâs not one second of reprieve, but staff need breaks, and finally, just before midnight, Johnny pulls you both for a breather.Â
âAre you sure the others can keep up while weâre gone?â you ask, looking back at the swamped bartenders.
âThey can manage,â he assures you, guiding you through the back staffroom to a door that leads to an alleyway behind the bar. âI know Iâve kept you on longer than I thought, but itâs just been so busy. How are you holding up?â
The cool night air is a drastic difference from the heat and humidity inside, and you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and enjoying it. âIâm doing alright,â you tell him. âYouâre the one making the difficult drinks.â
âIâve been mixing cocktails for years,â he brushes it off, reaching into his back pocket.Â
âWell, it shows.â You watch to see him pull out a rolled joint, and next comes a lighter.
âWant some?â he asks, lifting the joint to slot between his perfect lips.Â
âAre we allowed to smoke on the job?âÂ
âHyuck was prescribed Vyvanse last year, so heâs practically on coke all shift,â Johnny grins, lighting the end of the joint and taking a puff. âBesides,â he lets out a deep breath of smoke, âin the service industry, sometimes you need a little buffer.â
Skeets really is a chill place if the hiring manager smokes weed on breaks with subordinates.Â
âI didnât realize you were a stoner,â you muse.
âMost of us frat boys are,â Johnny admits, pulling the joint from between his lips. Itâs placed casually between two fingers, and his other hand ruffles through his pretty hair. âItâs a nice night.â
âIt is,â you nod, looking up at the sky. Stars are twinkling in the dark
âIâm glad you joined the team, not sure we would have been doing so well without your extra set of hands.â
âIâm really grateful to have been given a trial shift,â you smile softly.
âWell, just so you know, itâs more than a trial shift. Youâre hired.â He nudges your shoulder gently, and your grin only grows.
âThank you.â
Johnny takes another drag from his joint. âSure you donât want a puff?â
âI really shouldnât-â
âIâm going to let you go home pretty soon after this,â Johnny tells you. âSo it wonât affect your performance that much.â
You wonder if this is a test, but⊠at the same time, you donât think Johnnyâs the type of guy to test you this way.Â
You give in, accepting the joint and bringing it to your lips. Itâs been a while since you smoked one of these, and your first tiny hit leaves you coughing, passing the joint back to Johnny while you try to catch your breath.
He grins while watching you, and you get the sneaking suspicion that Johnny thinks youâre cute.Â
âThank you,â you say, coughing again.
âYouâve got good manners, donât ya, Tiny?â
You nod, wiping at the tears that have formed in your eyes from the smoke.Â
âWho... who do you usually smoke with?â you ask.
âWhy? You a cop?â Johnny jokes.
âNo, itâs just uh⊠God, I could tell you the whole story but you wouldnât even believe me if I did,â you find yourself laughing. âJust⊠I didnât know you smoked, so, Iâm wondering if maybe there are a few other guys in your circle who do too.â
Johnny looks you up and down. âLike I said earlier, Tiny, almost all us frat boys partake in mari-ju-ana.â
Itâs clear heâs not going to give you any information that could help you figure out who your Ghostie is. You suppose you really will just have to be patient.
In less than twenty-four hours, youâll be finding out who your mystery caller is, and the suspense is absolutely killing you.
Friday pt 2
Itâs twelve thirty when you finally get home, and youâre very tired. But at the same time, youâre awake. You take your time getting ready for bed, ignoring the loud party sounds outside and around the frat village while you wait for a call from Ghostie.
As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you wonât get a call.
He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.Â
Youâre disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe heâll catch you.Â
Five minutes turn into ten, turn into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut.
Youâre starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.
You try to self-soothe by assuring yourself youâll meet him tomorrow, but it doesnât really help.Â
Tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, you fall into a blissless sleep.
SaturdayÂ
Youâre groggy when you open your eyes, but you still go to check your phone. Thereâs a missed call notification from an unknown number at three am, and suddenly youâre wide awake, bolting up in bed.
âHey, Tiny, itâs me.â
As if it could be anyone else.
âSorry I didnât get a chance to call you last night. I was pretty swamped with Halloween stuff. But if it makes you feel any better, you were definitely on my mind.â
Here you are kicking your feet again.
âProbably wonât get a chance to talk to you until the party, I really do hope you come⊠in uh⊠more ways than one.â
God, he makes you wet.
âI get it if youâre a little mad at me for not calling earlier, and I promise to make it up to you when I see you, if youâll let me.â
Heâs so oddly respectful.
âBut I get it if you donât want to do anything at the party. Iâve enjoyed talking with you this week, and if thatâs all itâs going to be then I wonât hold it against you. Anyways, goodnight, see you soon.â
Saturday pt 2
You feel cute tonight. Youâd taken your Ghost Face mask off almost as soon as entering the frat, but the little black dress youâre wearing is enough to capture a lot of attention.Â
Every frat boy that comes up to you makes your heart race, but none of them reveal themselves as your Ghostie.Â
Youâre actually beginning to get a little frustrated, and after two hours of floating around hoping to find your mystery man, you head with Mark to his room for a break.
Markâs roommate, Hyuck, is sitting on his bed, bong already out and resting on one thigh while scrolls through his phone. He looks up when you enter, smirking. âFinally, smoking buddies.â
âYou texted me like two minutes ago to come up here,â Mark rolls his eyes. âHave some patience.â
âNot in my nature,â Hyuck insists, setting his phone down and reaching for his lighter. âFirst hit is mine.â
As if you expected anything less.Â
You watch him inhale the thick cloud of smoke, holding it for a moment in his lungs before he lets out a deep exhale. âFucking hell, he groans, that was a good hit.âÂ
Mark takes the bong and Hyuck falls flat against the bed, closing his eyes and smiling.
âSo have you found your stalker yet, Tiny?â Hyuck asks.
Your gaze flashes to Mark. âYou told him?â
âHe was curious why I was asking for a stoner list,â Mark defends himself.Â
âWhoever the dude is, heâs got balls,â Hyuck says wistfully.Â
Thereâs a knock on the door, and Jaehyun pokes his head inside. âHeard weâre smoking?â
âYeah, come in!â Hyuck waves his hand, still collapsed on his bed.
The door is pushed open wider, and you catch sight of Johnny standing behind Jaehyun. Your new hiring manager flashes you a wink as they enter, and the door is shut firmly behind them. Jaehyun goes to sit with Hyuck, but Johnny approaches you, taking the seat next to you on Markâs bed.Â
âHowâs your night going?â Johnny asks.
âSheâs waiting for her stalker to come kidnap her and fuck her brains out,â Hyuck says loudly.
âYour stalker?â Johnny laughs.
âSome guy has been calling her all week,â Mark tries to explain.
âIt sounds worse than it is,â you insist, feeling the need to defend Ghostie. âHeâs only a little perverted.âÂ
âAnd youâre into that sort of thing?â Jaehyun questions, cocking his head while Mark takes a puff from the bong and hands it over.
âNot usually,â you admit. âBut⊠this guy is different.â
âYou donât even know what he looks like,â Mark groans, collapsing in his desk chair and running an anxious hand through his hair.
âThat doesnât matter,â you insist.Â
âFucking girls, dude,â Hyuck laughs, sitting up and watching Jaehyun smoke from the bong. âYou know what we need?â
âMore weed?â Mark suggests.
âYes, but also, shots.â Hyuckâs eyes shift to Johnny. âNot the shit from downstairs. The good stuff.â
Johnny lets out a chuckle. âYou want something from my secret stash?â
âThe tequila you brought back from Mexico,â Hyuck nods.
Jaehyun lets out a puff of smoke, holding the bong out for Johnny, who shakes his head.Â
âYouâre not taking a hit?â Jaehyun asks, staring at Johnny in hazy shock.
âNot tonight,â Johnny responds. Then he turns to you. âIf neither of us are taking a crack at the bong, how about you come help me grab the tequila?â
âCareful, John,â Hyuck teases, âSheâs not interested in you, she only has eyes for this Ghostie dude.â
Mark shoves Hyuckâs knee and Johnny simply grins. âCome on Tiny, you donât want to get secondhand high on a night like this.â
Heâs right about that, and you stand with him, heading to the door. Johnnyâs so tall and broad, and you try not to stare at his shoulders, but itâs extremely difficult not to appreciate his large form.Â
âWhatâs your costume?â you ask.Â
âOh, this?â He pulls casually at his black tshirt. âIâm a serial killer, they look like everyone else.â
âVery original,â you laugh, falling into step with the tall fratboy as you make your way down the crowded hall.Â
âMy room is on the top floor,â he tells you, heading to the stairwell and holding the door open for you. âI like your dress, by the way.â
âThanks, it goes with this.â You hold up the Ghost Face mask to show it to him, and his grin widens while you climb the stairs.
âYouâre gonna have to let me try that on.â
âIâm uh⊠Iâm actually saving it for Ghostie to try,â you admit, feeling a little silly with how loyal youâre being to your mystery caller.
âHeâs a lucky guy,â Johnny muses.
âHereâs to hoping it goes well,â you sigh.
Johnny doesnât respond to your comment, and as you reach the top floor he guides you three rooms down, using a key to unlock the door before he holds it open for you. âAfter you, Tiny.â
The space is the same size as Hyuck and Markâs, but it only has one bed. âI didnât realize they had single rooms here,â you say, looking around.Â
âThereâs only a few, and Iâve got seniority,â Johnny explains. He closes the door behind him, walking over to the large closet.Â
You take in the decorations. Itâs unmistakably a frat boy's room, but much cleaner than youâre used to. Thereâs a gaming station, and a mini fridge that youâd guess is full of beer. A clothing rack shows off some of Johnnyâs more sophisticated tastes.Â
Youâre curious about what else he has in his stash, so you join him by the closet, peeking inside. âWeâre looking for tequila right?â
God, he has a whole shelf full of expensive bottles of booze.Â
âUh huh,â Johnny nods. âShould be in the back here somewhere.â
âIsnât this tequila?â you ask, pointing to a bottle heâs brushed past.
âClose,â Johnny flashes a grin at you before continuing to rummage, âbut no cigar.âÂ
You freeze.Â
Itâs been nearly a week since your first interaction with Ghostie, but you remember that interesting turn of phrase like it was yesterday.Â
But- it canât be.Â
Johnny canât be your mystery caller-
Can he?
âFound it,â Johnny announces, pulling an immaculate bottle of tequila out. His gaze lands on you. âYou alright, Tiny? You look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âI mean⊠have I?âÂ
He cocks his head. âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâreâŠâ You swallow thickly. âAre you my Ghostie?â
Johnny meets your gaze with a steady look. âDoes it upset you?â
Itâs not a clear confirmation, but itâs a confirmation nonetheless.Â
You stare at him in absolute shock for a moment. He looks insanely gorgeous tonight, all broad, with his pretty lips- without even knowing what youâre doing, you find yourself throwing your arms around him and burying your face against his chest.
Johnny freezes, obviously startled by the sudden contact, but then heâs wrapping you in a tight embrace. One of his hands finds the back of your head, and he cradles you close.
Neither of you say anything, you simply hold each other while you come to terms with everything.Â
Heâs so stupid for ever thinking you wouldnât want him-
You do want him. You want him so bad-
Pulling away from his chest, you tilt your chip up, reaching for his face. You cup his cheek while you move on your tiptoes to press your lips against his.
He appears just as shocked at this movement as when youâd hugged him, but he eases into it all the same, kissing you back gently.
But you donât want gentle, you want him.
Youâre pent up from a week of teasing, and you shift in his embrace, wrapping both arms around the back of his neck while you glide your tongue against his lip.Â
Johnny lets out a groan, his mouth opening for you while his hands slip down to tug your waist closer.
The kiss deepens and now itâs your turn to release a moan, pressing your tits closer to his chest. He feels like heaven against you, and his lips are absolutely magic. His tongue glides gently against your own. You can taste beer, but itâs not unpleasant, in fact, it turns you on even more.
You thread your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp-
âFuck,â Johnny mutters against your mouth.
Then heâs bending down, hands grabbing at your ass and prompting you to jump. You wrap your legs around his hips and he carries you effortlessly, closing the distance to his bed.
Instead of tossing you down, he sits on the mattress and suddenly your knees are digging into his charcoal duvet. Youâre on top, fingers in his hair, your tongue licking at his lip, and youâve never felt so powerful.
It gives you the confidence to wiggle your hips a little, and youâre pleased to find heâs already growing hard in his jeans. God, he feels big- and your pussy throbs at the idea of what youâre going to do to him tonight.
Youâre in a dress, and your panty-clad core feels delightful against bulging denim. Johnnyâs grabbing at your bare thigh, kneading your flesh, and it makes you moan desperately. Not only is he skilled with his tongue, but his hands seem to know what theyâre doing too.
Suddenly heâs grabbing at your hair, tugging you so you arch your head back, giving him access to your throat. His mouth feels amazing as he begins to lick and suck on your neck, finding your sweet spot way too easily-
âWho-â You swallow thickly. âWho gave you my number?â
Johnny laughs against your skin, pulling away to look up at you with dark eyes. âMark did.â
âMark?!â Youâre in absolute shock now.Â
âGave it to me during finals last year,â Johnny explains. âBut⊠we both had busy summers andâŠâ one of his hands sneaks down to guide your hips, helping you grind against him, âI guess I wasnât sure how you felt about me.âÂ
âYouâre crazy!âÂ
âMaybe a little,â he admits. âIâm also Markâs big, and itâs not like you and I have ever been close.â
âBut youâve liked me for a while, havenât you, Ghostie?âÂ
He groans at the nickname, looking up at you with eyes full of wonder. âLonger than you know.â
You wish you could say youâve felt the same- but in all honesty, you have always seen him as Markâs big. As an older fratboy dad type-
The way heâs acted with you this week has inklings of that protective daddy personality you know and enjoy, but⊠heâs not been particularly dad-like. Heâs shown you a new side of himself, and youâre so fucking happy he did.
âYou know, when Mark finds out youâre my stalker heâs going to flip.â
âI wasnât stalking you,â Johnny insists, grinning up at you as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you grind against him harder.Â
âGod, you even hired me for a job-â
He laughs. âIt wasnât favoritism, you had a cover letter, the bar owner was even impressed.â
âYouâre so bad- this whole time youâve been mind fucking me. I would have never guessed my Ghostie worked at Skeets.â
âWell, I do have a minor in psychology,â he admits. âFigured the best place to hide is in plain sight.â
âYou even smoked a joint in front of me and I never guessed-â
âYeah, I was playing with fire with that one,â Johnny laughs.Â
âItâs funny. I was so busy thinking about being loyal to Ghostie that I was trying not to check you out last night.âÂ
âAnd Iâm so lucky to have you. You wouldnât even let me put on your Ghost Face mask, so busy saving it for Ghostie.â
âSaving myself too,â you note, grinning down at him.
âYeah?âÂ
âWeâve talked every night since Sunday- I havenât cum in over a week.âÂ
âFuck, Tiny,â Johnny groans. âI guess I better help you out then.â
âReally? How are you going to do that?â
âIâll let you stay on top for a while, let you grind against me until youâre begging for me to tear your dress off.â He pulls at the strap on your shoulder. âThen, Iâll flip you over, get on my knees, and eat you out like the good girl you are, stretching you open with my fingers.â
âAnd then?â
âWhen youâre shaking and delirious from cumming, Iâll fuck you right. Bet youâve never really been fucked right before.â
God, you definitely havenât. At least- you know youâve never been fucked the way Johnny is about to fuck you.
âWhat if I already want you to tear my dress off?â you ask, grinding down against his cock.
Johnny lets out a low groan, grinning at you. âTiny, youâre nowhere near begging yet.â
âIâm not?â You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his throat before your teeth drag against his earlobe. âPlease, Ghostie, Iâm already so fucking wet, you wouldnât believe it-â
He laughs, hand finding your hair again. He tugs you away from his neck, pressing his lips to your own and kissing you hard.
He takes your breath away. His tongue is perfect, licking and tasting- making you moan loudly while you work your hips, swiveling on his denim-covered cock.
âFuck, Ghostie, youâre so fucking big-â
âYou havenât seen anything yet,â he promises, grabbing a fistful of your ass and squeezing so hard it almost hurts. But the pain is wonderful, and you cry out in ecstasy, working yourself harder against him.
If it wasnât for his enticing cock, you think you could make out with him like this forever.Â
You just want to be naked, so you grab at your dress, intent on lifting it off-
Johnny stops you. âIâve told you patience is a virtue, havenât I, Tiny?â
You groan in annoyance. âJohn, please-â
âGhostie,â he corrects you.
You donât even care- you simply grab his hand, guiding it between your legs. His fingertips brush over your soaked panties, and you gasp at the feeling of him, immediately grinding down, looking for relief.
âFuck-â you moan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.
He begins to circle your clit through your thong and youâre forced to grab at his shoulder to steady yourself, whimpering loudly.Â
âShit, Tiny, youâre so fucking pretty,â he whispers.
âI need you,â you gasp, feeling an orgasm already bubbling in the pit of your stomach. âPlease, move my panties to the side-â
Johnny doesnât question you this time. He pulls your thong away, easily burying two large fingers into your wet, needy core.
Now youâre really gasping. You lean forward, wrapping both arms around his strong shoulders and burying your face against his throat. âOh my God, Ghostie- donât stop-â
âYouâre going to cum from this, arenât you, pretty girl?â
You nod desperately, swiveling your hips so your clit can rub against the palm of his hand while his fingers work you open.Â
âSo good,â you whimper. âSo fucking good-â
Johnny groans, curving his fingers and stroking your gspot.
You squeal in his lap, thigh muscles clenching while your pussy begins to throb around the foreign intrusions. Youâre so close to the edge you can almost taste it.
âWant you to cum for me. Wanna hear your sounds while you drip down my hand.âÂ
Fuck, heâs way too sexy, voice all low and seductive. Heâs breathing hard, and you can tell youâre turning him on just from riding his fingers-
âCome on, Tiny, whoâs my good girl?â
âI am-â you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you straight on.Â
You moan loudly, burying your face against Johnnyâs neck. Youâre panting against his skin, wiggling your hips while his fingers continue inside of you, driving you absolutely insane. Waves of pleasure are overtaking your form, and your mind is completely blank, overwhelmed by the feeling of ecstasy that Johnny provides for you.
âThatâs it,â Johnny encourages you. âSo fucking good for me.â
Youâre shaking on his lap by the time your high is over, and you press wet kisses to his throat, earning groans from your Ghostie.Â
You reach down for your dress, lifting it up and off your body. Johnny pulls back, watching you with dark eyes. He takes his fingers out of your wet pussy, bringing them to his lips to clean. But heâs not done there, as you toss the fabric to the floor, Johnny offers you his digits next.Â
You lock eyes with him for a moment before leaning forward and accepting, taking his wet fingers into your mouth and helping suck them clean. You groa at the taste of yourself. Johnny watches the motion, his free hand finding your hip and forcing you to grind down against his cock.Â
âYouâre so hot, Tiny,â he says, removing his fingers from your lips.
âWait till you see me naked,â you grin, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra.Â
It falls away easily, and Johnnyâs large hands cup your breasts almost immediately. His head dips, eyes taking in your newly exposed skin. âFuck, how does a girl get this perfect?â
âHow does a guy get a massive cock like yours?â you counter, rubbing yourself against the front of his jeans.Â
âTouche,â he chuckles, leaning down to lick your nipple.Â
You thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him to show more affection to your chest, which heâs more than happy to do. His large hand cups your right breast while he worships your other with his mouth, suckling on your nipple. His teeth drag gently against the sensitive bud and you moan loudly, rocking your hips all the while.
âAs much as Iâd love to keep sucking on your tits,â Johnny sighs, lips moving up your throat again, âIâd rather be between your legs.â
âGhostie, do whatever you want to me,â you instruct, feeling delightfully submissive.
âYou got it, Tiny.âÂ
In one easy motion, he flips you so your back is on the bed. Johnny pulls away from you, sinking to his knees at the edge of the mattress before grabbing you and tugging you closer. He tears his own shirt off, giving you a great view of muscles that make you even wetter. Then he grabs your panties, sliding them down your legs so youâre completely bare for him now.
Johnny doesnât say anything, he simply licks his lips and dives into you. His tongue parts your folds, dipping inside to taste your walls while your legs shake around his head. âFuck, Ghostie-â
You reach down to grab his hair, applying enough pressure to his head to let him know youâre enjoying what heâs doing⊠if he canât already tell from your desperately needy moans.Â
His lips move to suction on your clit and a squeal escapes you, your back arching slightly at the sensation.Â
Youâre sensitive from having cum already, sensitive from having not cum all week only to be getting this much attention now. But youâre also probably sensitive because this is Johnny, because thereâs been a build-up thatâs left you ready to pop, and he seems intent on making you pop multiple times for him.
âOh my God,â you whimper, eyes closed, abdominal muscles tensing with effort as his skilled tongue works you up again.Â
Johnny groans against your pussy and itâs one of the sexiest things thatâs ever happened to you. Your grip on his hair tightens, your core throbbing with pleasure already.
When he adds two fingers into your dripping hole, you know youâre not going to last, but you donât think he wants you to.
In fact, youâd bet that Johnny himself is just about ready to explode. You canât believe he doesnât have his cock out yet- canât believe heâs so intent on making you cum twice before getting any satisfaction for himself.
âFuck, Ghostie-â You want to tell him how close you are to cumming, but you can hardly get the words out between your moans. âIâm- holy shit-â
Johnny finger fucks you even harder, his mouth focusing on your clit, and youâre pretty sure heâs understood your garbled attempt to warn him, pretty sure he wants you to cum.
You allow yourself to find your release, your back arching again as you tug on Johnnyâs hair, keeping his face between your legs. You grind down slightly, your body chasing your orgasm as it surges through you like fire in your veins.
Johnny lets out a low groan again, and your entire body twitches at the extra stimulation. Youâre gasping now. Nothing has ever felt this good-
To his credit, Johnny tries to help you through your entire orgasm, but he pulls away before youâre truly finished. You can feel him panting against your pussy, and when you open your eyes to look down at him, you find Johnny staring at you with the horniest expression youâve ever seen on a man.
âGhostie-â you whimper, shifting against his duvet.Â
âCondoms,â he says, pulling his fingers out of your core and standing up.
âIâm on birth control,â you tell him quickly, making him freeze. âAnd if weâre both clean-â
Johnny practically moans at the idea, looking down at your body. âDoes my Tiny want to be filled up all nice and good?â
Now itâs your turn to groan, and you nod, licking your lips. You sit up next, feeling your skin heat at the words you want to say, âI also⊠I wanna suck you off first.â
Johnny approaches the bed again, towering over you. Itâs hard to focus on his eyes when his abs and strong biceps and veiny forearms are drawing your attention, but when he cups your jaw it makes things easier. âWhat did I ever do to deserve you?â
âYou pretty much stalked me for a week,â you tease, grinning.
Your Ghostie lets out a laugh. He doesnât bother to check you on the word âstalkingâ this time, even though heâs always been adamant thatâs not what he was up to. Itâs nice to have this little win, and as a reward for him biting his tongue, you reach out to undo his belt.
As the buckle unclasps and you move to his zipper, thereâs a loud banging on the door.
Johnny looks over his shoulder and you can hear Hyuck screaming âTequila!âÂ
The frat boy in front of you lifts his finger to his lips, a shushing motion, and then he reaches into his back pocket for his phone. You bet heâs going to text Hyuck some lie about not being in the room, but youâre too horny to slow down.
You get his jeans undone and you bundle your hands up in all the fabric, roughly tugging them down.
Johnny lets out a groan when his large cock slaps up against his abdomen, and he moves his phone to the side to give himself a better view, holding it with one hand while raising a brow at you.
Youâre on your knees at the foot of the bed now while Johnny stands there, and you steady yourself, grabbing the base of his cock. With one last wink at Ghostie, you lean forward, kitten licking his length from balls to tip.
The man above you quickly types in the text, then tosses his phone to the side, his large hand coming down to cup your cheek. You take this as a sign to accept him into your mouth, so you do exactly that.
Heâs so large and thick- you havenât sucked cock in a while, and youâve never sucked a cock as big as his. You know you can take your time, Johnnyâs always been patient with you.Â
You start by paying attention to the head, swirling your tongue around him and getting used to his size. Your eyes close, mind focused completely on your task. Youâre already drooling from this, and you can feel your saliva dripping down his shaft. You smooth your thumb along the new trail of spit, helping lube your hand so you can begin to pump his cock.
âFuck,â Johnny groans, tightening his grip in your hair.
You try to sink your mouth further onto his cock, but itâs difficult. Heâs just so huge-
Your pussy throbs knowing that soon, this monster dick is going to be inside of you-
Without any lube that youâve seen so far, you want to make him as slicked up as possible, and it helps that youâre drooling from how sexy all of this is.
His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly, powering through the uncomfortable feeling as you glide your tongue along his shaft. Youâre not a quitter.
âHoly fuck, Tiny-â Johnny praises you. âYou donât have to try to take more than you can handle-â
But you want to. You want to pleasure him the way heâs pleasured you, and his words only prompt you to suck harder, earning more groans from the man above you.
âYouâre so good at this,â he continues his words of encouragement, and they do help you take him deeper. His voice is smooth, sexy, and thankfully not modulated in any way.Â
Youâve never realized how nice Johnâs voice really is.Â
You apply more pressure with your hand, pumping him faster-
âOkay, okay-â Johnny tugs gently on your hair, prompting you to pull off of his cock and blink up at him in confusion. âI have to fuck you now. Iâm done waiting.âÂ
You let out a tiny mewl, nodding.Â
Johnny kicks off his jeans completely, pressing a knee onto the bed. He leans down to kiss you, and then heâs grabbing your body. In one easy motion, he tosses you a few feet up the mattress, so your head can land against the pillows.
God, he makes you feel truly Tiny- itâs one of the sexiest things ever.
He takes his place between your legs next, lips finding yours. One of his hands cups your cheek, and the kiss deepens, his tongue invading your mouth while your arms wrap around his strong shoulders.
You can feel his cock sliding between your pussy lips, and itâs almost embarrassing how wet you are, how much drool youâve left on him.Â
âPlease-â you whimper. You canât wait another moment either, you have to know what he feels like. You reach your hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock so you can line him up with you properly. âGhostie, I canât-â
He kisses you, cutting you off. Something tells you Johnny understands, and the moment you have him properly situated, he begins to push into you.
You gasp against his lips, letting go of his cock so you can grab his shoulders. Heâd worked you open with his fingers two times over, but nothing compares to this. You can feel your walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth, and it leaves you practically brain-dead.
âLet me know if itâs too much,â Johnny tells you, lips moving to your throat so he can suck on your sweet spot while he continues to burry into your hot, wet core.
You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, closing your eyes while the feeling of him overtakes you. Youâve never moaned like this before, never felt anything like Johnny-
He groans loudly against your skin, gently thrusting, coating his cock in your juices to make things easier-
The moment his hips hit flush to yours, his full cock buried inside of you, you both gasp. Johnny grabs at your hands, interlocking your fingers and pinning them to the pillows on either side of your head.
âFuck, youâre so big, youâre so-â You canât even think, especially not when he takes another test thrust.
His cock drags against your inner walls and you cry out, body tingling.Â
âYou take me so well, Tiny,â he praises you, mouth still hot on your throat. âThe perfect fit.âÂ
You canât speak, not now, but you can squeeze his hands and tilt your head to the side, kissing his cheek. Johnny takes the cue to bring his lips back to yours, and youâre immediately lost in yet another breathtaking makeout session.
Heâs moving slow, fucking into you at a gentle pace, allowing your body to get used to his massive size.Â
But youâre feeling particularly desperate, and greedy. âMore.âÂ
âMore?â He laughs. âYou sure about that?â
You nod, eager to be decimated by him. âPlease, ruin me-â
Johnny groans, letting go of one of your hands so he can press his palm flat to the bed, giving himself more leverage. He begins to fuck you faster, and each meeting of his cock to your core has you whimpering like a whore in heat.
âYou make the cutest fucking sounds,â Johnny breathes.
Only he - with his cock making you feral - would call your noises of pleasure cute.
Heâs so stupidly endearing.
âFuck, Tiny, youâre dripping- making this too fucking easy for me.âÂ
Itâs absolutely embarrassing how wet you are. Heâs gliding into you with no issues now, and each movement is like heaven. The head of his cock hits a spot deep in your stomach- you canât help but reach down, pressing your palm to your abdomen-
You can feel him rearranging your guts, and you both groan when you apply a bit of pressure.
âDeep, huh?â Johnny lets out a moaned chuckle.Â
âSo deep-â you agree, words slightly garbled.Â
âIâve just started with you and you can hardly speak,â Johnny muses. âWonder whatâs gonna happen when I make you cum again.â
You cry out desperately, removing your hand from your stomach so you can claw at his hair, bringing his lips back to your own.
Youâre tired of thinking- all you want to do is experience this, experience him, at your fullest- and boy, are you fucking full.
Johnny lets go of your other hand, reaching for your thigh. He adjusts it higher on his hip and suddenly heâs driving into you even deeper.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you gasp loudly against his lips. Johnny traces his tongue along your teeth, and you can feel him smirking.
You love that heâs enjoying this- enjoying watching you come completely undone for him.
âYou know,â he says, âif you keep squeezing me like that, Iâm not going to last long.â
You donât even care. You know this isnât the only time youâll be fucking this man- and after cumming twice already, your body is near its limit of pleasure, if thatâs even possible. In fact, thereâs something very sexy about making a man cum quicker than heâs used to, and your pussy clenches at the thought.Â
âFuck,â Johnny groans again. âCan I flip you over?â
At this point, youâll agree to any request, and you nod quickly, biting at your lip.
With one last kiss, Johnny pulls away from you. His cock slips out of your core and you whine at the loss, only for his two large hands to grab your waist and manually turn you onto your stomach. Then he adjusts your hips, pulling you up into doggy position.
âIf you need to scream, use the pillows,â Johnny warns you, lining up with your pussy again.
The first thrust has you doing exactly that. You bury your face into the pillow, letting out a loud cry as his cock hits deeper than before.Â
This position might just kill you, but you donât care.
His hands feel so good- so large and warm and steady on your hips as he finds an even rougher pace.
You can hear your ass smacking loudly against his front with each thrust and it only adds to your arousal.Â
Bunching your hands up in his duvet, you do your best not to be so loud that the whole frat will hear you. But itâs so difficult not to just melt under him-Â
You can feel your eyes welling with pleasure-fueled tears, and it drives you crazy.
âFuck, you like this position, donât you, pretty girl?â
âYes, Ghostie!â you gasp, nodding while his cock continues to make you feel like absolute heaven.
âYou look fucking perfect like this,â he tells you. âFace down, ass up. Pretty soon youâll be begging for me to fill you up even more.â
His words flip a switch inside of you. âGod, yes, please-â you cry out. âI want it so bad-â
âWant what?â
âWant your cum,â you whimper. âWanna be so full-â
Johnny groans, grabbing rough fistfuls of your ass while he fucks you even harder.Â
âI need it, Ghostie, I need it-â Youâre crying now, and Johnny notices.
He bends over your back, bracing an arm across your chest so he can lift you onto your knees. He cups your jaw, thumb stroking through a tear track. âHoly shit, Tiny,â he moans, mouth hot against your shoulder.Â
âPlease, Ghostie, please-â you whimper, lower lip trembling-
Youâre so close-
Johnny lets go of your jaw, and his hand slips down your front. You jolt when his fingers make contact with your clit, wriggling in his grasp.
âIâm almost there, Tiny,â he admits. âWatching you cum will tip me over the edge- youâll be good and cum for me, right?â
All you can do is nod. Words are gone. Your mind is blank except for the pleasure thatâs coursing through you.
Your noises are getting pitchier, and Johnny works you all the way to your peak. You gasp loudly as you topple over the edge, core clamping down hard on his cock.
Your legs feel like jelly, and Johnny releases you, allowing you to fall to the bed while your orgasm ravages your form. Youâre clawing at the sheets, burying your face in his bed to muffle your screams-
His hands are bruising on your hips, and you hear him let out a loud groan. You can feel him filling you up, his motions faltering ever so slightly. His breath is hot against your shoulders and itâs added stimulus that makes you twitch, so completely overwhelmed that it almost feels like youâre about to black out.
But you donât want to miss a second of this. His groans of pleasure keep you in the moment even as your mind is in a sex daze.Â
Johnny rides you through your high, thrusts slowing until he comes to a stop behind you.Â
Youâre both breathing heavily now, and Johnny stays still for a moment, enjoying the last of your orgasm aftershocks. Then he flattens his chest to your back, hand falling to the bed next to your own.Â
âHoly shit,â he breathes.Â
You canât help but let out a small laugh, and it makes Johnny groan as your core clenches again.
He kisses your shoulder, lips oddly tender in comparison to the way he just blew your back out.Â
âGhostie-â you whimper, wanting to collapse on his bed from exhaustion.Â
âStay still, Iâll get something to clean you up,â he assures you, pressing one last kiss to your skin before straightening from your back.Â
You miss his warmth as soon as heâs gone, and you especially miss his cock when it slides out of you.Â
You feel him get off the bed, and a moment later, something begins to drip down your inner thighs. He really filled you up, and it makes you twitch. You reach a hand between your legs, cupping your core and rolling onto your back on his bed, trying to breathe properly.
Johnny is back a second later, and you can feel his gaze on you.
âSpread these thighs for me, Tiny,â he says gently, touching your knee.Â
You open your eyes, and then you open your legs.Â
Johnny moves your hand out of the way, letting out a groan. âYou have no idea how fucking hot this is-â he tells you, wiping your core clean of his cum.Â
You still donât have it within yourself to speak, you can only watch him toss the tissue in the garbage before youâre making grabby hands at him.
Johnny laughs. He sits on the bed next to you, leaning against the headboard before scooping you into his lap. Heâs so fucking big, and he makes you feel safe cuddled in his arms, your cheek pressed to his chest.
His heart is still racing, and it makes you feel better to know youâre not the only one whoâs so affected by this.
Johnnyâs fingers begin to thread through your hair, and he simply holds you while you come out of subspace.Â
The party is still in full swing outside, and itâs an interesting feeling to have such a private moment with Johnny in the middle of a frat on Halloween.Â
âDo you think anyone heard us?â you ask finally.
Johnny laughs. âDonât worry about it,â he says soothingly.Â
You pull away from his chest, looking up at him. His hand moves to cup your face and you press your lips to his. Itâs a much gentler kiss than heâd given you mid-fuck, and it eases your racing heart.Â
âGhostie?â
âYeah, Tiny?âÂ
âI like you a lot.â
He lets out another chuckle. âI like you too.â
âWeâll do this again sometime, right?â
âOf course, Tiny.â His hand smooths up and down your back. âIâd also like to take you on dates, if youâll let me.â
âIâd like that,â you nod, relaxing against his chest again. âAnd⊠and when you call me, no more voice modulator.â
âNo?â
âI like your voice, your real voice.â God, youâre feeling so soft and mushy for him.
âI like your voice too.â For a second, itâs a sweet moment, and then Johnny continues, âLiked listening to your whimpers.â
Heâs such a frat boy, but you kind of love him for it. âDid you like my tears too?â
âOnly if theyâre for a good reason,â Johnny says. âIf anyone else ever makes you cry, Iâll have to fuck them up.â
âMy protective Ghostie,â you grin, leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw.
âAs much as Iâd love to stay cuddling you forever, I should probably bring the boys some tequila,â Johnny sighs.
âThe boys,â you echo. âI feel like Iâve just fucked Mark and Hyuckâs dad.â
âDo you have a daddy kink, Tiny?â
âFor you, I have any kink you want,â you laugh.Â
âI like the sound of that.â
âJust⊠kiss me again?â you ask. âWe can bring tequila after.â
âAre you sure you want to come with? You can stay here and Iâll come back-â
âWe shouldâŠâ you lick your lips, âwe should be social.â
âI just fucked your brains out and you want to go be social?â Johnny grins. âMaybe I didnât work you over well enough.â
âYou worked me over perfect,â you laugh, grabbing at his jaw so you can press your lips to his.
Johnny melts into the kiss, and thereâs something in it that feels like coming home. Youâve never felt this safe with a guy before, and itâs kind of starting to scare you.
If you were to stay here- you think you might even fall in love with Johnny⊠that is, if you havenât already.
You pull away from your Ghostie, letting out a sigh.Â
Getting out of his lap isnât fun, and your legs are wobbly as you stand next to the bed, but Johnnyâs hands go to your hips to steady you.
When he stands, he towers over you, and youâre overcome by your thirst for him all over again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, bringing him in for another kiss.Â
Itâs so easy to get lost in making out with Johnny, but you have to tear yourself away, nodding, âTequila.â
âTequila,â he echoes. âCan you stand by yourself?â
âIâm okay,â you assure him, but it still hurts when he lets you go.Â
Johnny pulls on some sweatpants while you find your dress-
âYouâre not putting that back on,â Johnny tells you, moving to his closet. âLet me give you some clothes.â
âAre you trying to announce to Mark and Hyuck that weâve fucked?â you laugh, accepting the large t-shirt he throws your way.
âTrust me, Tiny, theyâll know.â
âYeah? Howâs that?â
âAfter this, I wonât be able to keep my hands to myself, and something tells me you wonât be able to either.â Johnny pulls on a hoodie, grabbing the tequila and turning to you. âI know you, remember?âÂ
You grin, pulling on the pair of black boxer shorts heâd also sent your way. âMaybe a little too well.âÂ
âOr not well enough,â Johnny suggests, approaching you again.
âYouâre such a sweet talker.â
âOnly for you,â he smirks, leaning down to kiss you again. âYou look cute in my clothes.â
âDo I look like I just got fucked senseless?â
âDefinitely.âÂ
âMarkâs going to hate you,â you laugh.
âHeâll get over it,â Johnny brushes it off, reaching for your hand. âReady to go?â
âAs ready as Iâll ever be.âÂ
âYou can still stay here if you want.â
âNo, letâs face this now.â You need to be firm, need to get out of this love den before you find yourself even more loved up.
The two of you head to his door and Johnny holds it open for you.Â
In the time youâve been fucking, it looks like a lot of people have dispersed from the party, so walking through the hallway isnât exactly a walk of shame. However, when you get down the stairs to Markâs floor, you realize you still have to pull up your big girl panties to face him.
âIâm going to run to the bathroom,â you tell Johnny, âIâll meet you in Markâs.â
âYou donât want me to come with you?â
âTo the bathroom?â you laugh. âI think Iâm good.â
With one last kiss, you make your way to the frat bathroom at the end of the hall. Itâs important to go pee after sex, for UTI reasons, your sorority big sister has drilled that into you since first year. When youâre done, you head to the sink, daring a look at yourself in the dirty mirror.
You look fucked, but you also look happy.Â
In fact, you canât stop smiling.Â
After washing your hands, you dab some water on your throat, hoping it will calm you down. Once you feel good and ready, you exit the bathroom.
Markâs door is open when you get to his room, and you poke your head inside.Â
Jaehyun and Hyuck are on one bed, Mark and Johnny on the other, and theyâre all lifting shots to their mouths. As you step inside, Markâs gaze shifts to you. He takes in your new outfit and his eyes widen, then he spits out his shot, coughing loudly.Â
Johnnyâs hand finds Markâs back while he practically coughs up a lung, and then Mark is leaping to his feet. âWhat-â His eyes dart between you and Johnny, and you can see the realization there.Â
âJesus, Mark, learn how to handle a shot,â Hyuck scoffs.
Mark doesnât even entertain Hyuck, he simply turns to his big, pointing an accusatory finger at Johnnyâs chest. âYouâre Ghostie!?â
Johnny stands up. âYouâre the one who gave me her number last year.â
âI what?!â Markâs eyes are practically bulging out of his head now.
Hyuck and Jaehyun exchange a look, and Hyuck reaches for the tequila to pour another shot.
âMark, it could be worse-â you say, trying to de-escalate the situation while stepping further into the room.
âHow could it be worse!?â Mark bellows. âMy Big is a stalker!â
âHeâs not a stalker,â you defend Johnny, coming to join your tall new lover, your hand reaching for his.
âYouâre her new boss!â Mark insists.
âHyuck fucked our last bar manager,â Johnny points out.
âGuilty,â Hyuck smirks over the rim of his new shot.
Markâs still not having any of this situation. âThis is fucked up.â
âMark, Iâve told you a million times, itâs spooky season.â You canât help but giggle. This has been such a turn of events, but you wouldnât want it any other way.
âYou better not hurt her,â Mark says next, trying to meet Johnnyâs gaze even while substantially shorter.Â
âI wonât,â Johnny promises.Â
âThis is just-â Mark shakes his head. âFuck this, I need to sleep.â
âWe can move the party to my room,â Jaehyun says, already grabbing the bottle of tequila while Hyuck reaches for his bong.
Itâs clear Markâs done talking, and he collapses onto his bed face first like a tantruming toddler. Youâll discuss this with him another day, but you know now is probably not the time to push him to accept that his Big has a whole different side to him that Markâs never seen.Â
As you leave the room with Hyuck, Johnny and Jaehyun, Hyuck elbows you in the side. âI always knew youâd end up with one of us.â
âYeah?â you laugh, gaze shifting to Johnny and Jaehyun who walk a few feet ahead of you.
âOnce an NCT girl, always an NCT girl,â Hyuck nods. âAnd between usâŠâ he leans closer, âJohnny is a good one.â
Your Ghostie looks over his shoulder at you, and you meet his gaze with a smile. âHe is,â you agree. âHey, John?â
âYes, Tiny?â He stops at the door to the stairwell, holding it open and allowing you to catch up.
âI changed my mind, I think I am done with the party tonight.â
âYeah?â Johnny smirks. âGonna come back to my room?â
âIf you invite me.â
âTiny, my room has an open-door policy for you now.â
âIs that so?â you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
âUh huh,â Johnny grins. âAnd free cuddles, anytime you want them.â
âI like the sound of that,â you confess.Â
âJust get married already!â Hyuck shouts back at the two of you as he climbs the stairs with Jaehyun.Â
You and Johnny can only laugh at Hyuck. Your willpower is completely gone, and you allow your Ghostie to take you back to his room.Â
He cuddles you close as the party dies down outside, and you find yourself slipping into the best sleep of your life on Halloween night with your Ghostie by your side.
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đź preview. Thereâs no way he should be this fucking sexy. Youâre outside in the cold, parkas on, a Santa hat on his head, a joint between his lips, both your jeans down to your knees, his hand over your mouth to stifle your moans, and heâs about to fuck you against a wall with his massive cock- youâve decided that Johnny as a whole is simply illegal.
cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, exhibitionism in an alley, weed use, slight temperature play, big dick Johnny, quickie, cum kink/filling panties with cum while at work, praise, dirty talk, size kink, hand over mouth silencing, choking, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) Tiny, pretty girl, good girl. (his) Ghostie.
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Youâve been dating Johnny for a month and a half and you still canât get enough of him. Whenever you pop over to the frat, itâs not long before one of you is dragging the other to his room. Thereâs never been sexual chemistry like there is for you and your Ghostie.
Youâd never thought your biggest hurdle in the workplace would be refraining from jumping your bar manager, but here you are, every shift, practically drooling over him. Each brush of his hands across your body as he moves behind you to grab something makes you want to tear his clothes off, and your patience is at an all-time low.Â
With Christmas fast approaching, the bar scene has substantially dwindled, and itâs making you even more needy. When Skeets only has a handful of customers, you fill drink orders while thinking about sucking on Johnnyâs cock.Â
It doesnât help that heâs started wearing a Santa hat- why does it make him even sexier?
As Johnny smiles and makes casual conversation with a pair of girls sitting at the bar, you do your best to calm yourself. At the end of the night, youâll be the one in Johnnyâs bed, you just have to get to closing.
You notice in the periphery of your vision that the girls are finishing up with their drinks. Johnny excuses himself to grab the card reader, and as he slips past your ass, you feel his hard cock in his jeans. Itâs difficult to stifle a moan, and you do so by biting on your lip.Â
He loves teasing you, especially while youâre at work, and it drives you absolutely mental.
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TROUBLE. jey uso
SUMMARY ââ You been in a bratty mood all day, testing Jey's patience to its limit. When you take it too far with youâre attitude, Jey decides it's time to put you in your place.
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"Girl, I swear to God..." Jey muttered under his breath as he watched her flounce about the kitchen, deliberately making as much noise as possible.
She knew he had an important call in five minutes but was doing everything in her power to be as disruptive as possible. Clanging pots, slamming cabinets, singing off-key - the whole works.
Her attitude had been out of control all day, from back-sassing him that morning to rudely blowing off his attempts at conversation. Jey was at the end of his rope with her bratty ass behavior.
When the timer dinged loudly right as his meeting was supposed to start, that was the final straw. In two large strides he crossed over and shut off the oven timer with more force than necessary.
"Alright, enough is enough." Jey turned to pin her with a stern glare. "What the hell has gotten into you today, girl?"
She frowned petulantly, avoiding his eyes. "Nothing, I'm fine."
"Bullshit." He grasped her elbow firmly. "You been pissing me off on purpose all damn day with this attitude. I'm not playing your games no more."
Jerking her arm away, she shot back hotly. "I didn't ask you to! God, get off my back already."
A dangerous glint entered Jey's eyes at the blatant disrespect. His voice dropped an octave. "Watch your tone with me, girl."
She rolled her eyes and turned to walk away, obviously not getting the message. Big. Mistake.
In a flash Jey had her pinned against the fridge, hands gripping her hips bruisingly. She gasped but he silenced any retort with a searing kiss, dominating her mouth completely.
When he pulled back she was breathless and wide-eyed, arousal pooling faster than she cared to admit. Jey's hands slid under her ass to hoist her up provocatively.
"You've been asking for this all day, teasing me non-stop." He spoke low and dirty right against her lips.
With that ominous promise hanging between them, he carried her off to the bedroom, intent on taming his wild little brat once and for all.
Stripping her clothes off efficiently, Jey stood back to admire her naked form hungrily. She squirmed under his intense gaze, nipples pebbling in the cool air.
"On the bed, hands and knees. Ass up high." He commanded gruffly, already shedding his own layers. Always so big on following orders, she complied eagerly.
Calloused palms dragged up her thighs to spread her cheeks, boldly delving between folds from behind. She jerked at the unexpected contact, already slick and ready for him.
"My, my, someone's excited." Jey's low chuckle made her tremble. His thick finger circled her clit teasingly before plunging inside, crooking just right to brush that spot.
Her walls squeezed instinctively at the delicious pressure. Soft whimpers escaped with each pump, greedy for more sensation. Two fingers scissored her open deftly, working her up with practiced ease.
"You like that? My fingers feel good inside that tight pussy?" He murmured crudely, loving the way she shuddered at his filthy words.
She couldn't form a reply, brain reduced to mush under his skilled touch. All she knew was the desperate hunger building low in her gut, spiraling ever tighter.
Jey spread her further with his free hand, leaning down to swipe his tongue up the seam of her ass. She keened loudly at the new stimulation, so sensitive already from his fingering.
Heated breaths ghosted over her soaked folds as he spoke. "So wet for me, girl. Bet you'd like my dick buried deep too though, wouldn't you?"
"P-please, Jey..." she sobbed, unable to take anymore teasing. She needed him inside, filling her up completely.
He chuckled darkly, hot breath fanning her arousal. "All in good time baby, I'm just gettin' started." With that ominous warning he delved his tongue into her quivering hole, driving her mad.
She was coming undone within seconds, walls clamping down on his fingers hard as waves of bliss crashed over her. But Jey wasn't letting up, relentless in wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her trembling form.
By the time he finally pulled away she could barely hold herself up, limp and sated. Jey shifted back, admiring his handiwork with clear satisfaction.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He cupped her ass possessively, massaging the reddened skin. "Betcha that attitude all gone now too?"
She couldn't form words, only nodding weakly in agreement. His praise and manhandling had transformed her bratty mood completely. All that was left was a hot, submissive mess craving more.
Jey chuckled, running soothing palms up her back. "You ain't done learning yet though, girl. Bathroom, now."
She scrambled unsteadily to obey, brain fogged with endorphins. What fresh torment did he have in store now? Her core clenched deliciously at the thought.
Under the spray of scalding water he crowded her against slick tile, hands roaming everywhere all at once. His arousal jutted proudly between them, making her mouth water to taste.
"Suck." Was all the command Jey gave before guiding himself past her kiss-swollen lips. She moaned around his girth, hollowing her cheeks to take him in deeper.
Water cascaded over them as he began pumping in a steady rhythm, hitting the back of her throat leisurely. One large hand tangled in her hair to hold her still for his relentless pace.
Saliva and precum dripped down her chin to mix with the water washing over their passionate tableau. She swallowed around him eagerly, loving the powerful way he used her mouth for his pleasures.
His thrusts grew erratic, cock throbbing heavy on her tongue. "Fuck, that's it girl. Take it."
With a vicious jerk of his hips he came down her throat, groaning loudly as she sucked him through the aftershocks. Only when he was completely spent did he let her pull off, panting and gazing up adoringly.
Jey hauled her up for a demanding kiss, tasting himself on her lips with obvious satisfaction. "Now it's your turn again, beautiful."
He spun her around, bending her forward over the glass shelving. The cold surface did little to soothe her fiery skin as he spread her wide once more.
This time when he breached her entrance there was no teasing, driving home in one deep thrust. A strangled cry tore from her throat at the delicious fullness.
"You feel so fuckin' good baby, so tight and wet for me." Jey praised gruffly, already setting a brutal pace.
His hips snapped forward powerfully, plunging deeper on each stroke to brush that heavenly spot inside. She was falling apart around him within minutes, walls sucking him in greedily.
Jey groaned loudly, pistoning his hips at a brutal pace through her climax. The sound of skin slapping wetly mingled with their mingled shouts echoing off marble tile.
It wasnât long before his own release hit, pulsing hot ropes of cum inside her as he growled out curses. They slumped together under the spray, coming down slowly from their high.
Turning within his strong embrace, she kissed along his stubbled jaw sweetly. âThank you daddyâŠ.â
Jey chuckled, nuzzling her fondly. âAnytime, ma. You know Iâll always set your ass straight.â His hands slid down to massage her cheeks tenderly.
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âšSebastian Sallow spicy alphabet
These are my spicy headcanons for Sebastian when he's in a loving and committed relationship (aged up to 18+, obviously.) Based on how I imagine and write him in most of my spicy oneshots (ie a needy boi đ€)
đ If you're looking for something more wholesome, I also wrote a Sebastian Sallow fluff alphabet.
đŠ A/N: all headcanons are valid, even if yours differ completely to mine.
A - Aftercare: what theyâre like after sex.
Let me preface this by saying that Sebastian goes so hard and gives so much that afterwards, he's practically a boneless, wordless jellyfish man. So, while he makes sure you're okay, he mostly only has energy enough to pull you close and give you a little kissy on the head before he passes out.
B - Body part: their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs.
Since Sebastian was touch-starved and denied affection for so long, his favourite body part is his hands: touching you grounds him in reality and reminds him that you're real. He likes the versatility of his hands and the way he can coax so many different reactions from you depending on how and where he touches you. His hands are strong but his fingers are dexterous and nimble, and he uses this to his full advantage, either by caressing you as gently as if you're made of eggshells, brushing your head back from your face, tracing your lips with his thumb â or by pinning your wrists firmly above your head, making you come apart with just his fingers alone or holding you so tightly against him you can't move an inch.
His favourite body part (as I mentioned in my fluff alphabet) is your face. Watching your expressions when he's pleasuring you really gets him off. Pressing your foreheads together, breathing the same breath, intense eye contact all drive him insane.
C - Cum: anything to do with cum, basically.
Sex is a practise in vulnerability for Sebastian, so coming inside you and giving you a part of himself is the ultimate form of intimacy. He gets off on the thought of you carrying some of him inside you, and loves the feeling of you milking him dry when you come together.
D - Dirty secret: pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.
He is needy. On the surface, Sebastian presents himself as this confident, charming assertive guy â and, generally speaking, he is; but when it comes to you, he's often so overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings that he can't control himself. Being intimate with you goes beyond physical desire, its how he expresses his love in the most pure and vulnerable way he knows how, trusting that when he bares his soul to you, you'll accept and cherish it every time. As a result, he's often at your mercy, begging you to hold him together while he falls apart for you.
E - Experience: how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?
Before you, Sebastian had a little bit of experience, but he'd never been intimate with someone he truly loved, so your first time together really threw him off his game. However, he is incredibly observant, a fast learner and a very enthusiastic student, so he quickly learns what you like best.
F - Favorite position: this goes without saying.
Face to face. Whether it's missionary, straddling his lap, or pressed up against a wall, Sebastian craves that emotional connection as much as he does the physical. He goes crazy for eye contact during sex and loves having you moan and whimper into his mouth.
G - Goofy: are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.
Sex, in Sebastian's opinion, is one of the most fun experiences a person can ever partake in. Laughing, tickling or being silly together usually ends in love making. If you try a new position and it doesn't work, or he attempts talking dirty and it comes out cringe, the two of you will quickly descend into fits of giggles. You have definitely laughed him out of you on several occasions.
H - Hair: how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.
Quite honestly, Sebastian likes the way he looks naked, and takes pride in his body, so he'd keep things neat and tidy but without going overboard. Natural, but groomed.
I - Intimacy: how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect.
Though he's not a "typically" romantic person, Sebastian loves you more than anything or anyone in the world and expresses this most openly in the way he holds you close, kisses you, watches in awe when you fall apart for him. When words fail him, he lets his body speak â and boy does it speak.
J - Jack off: masturbation headcanon.
This boys sex drive is off the freakin charts, lol. He wakes up most mornings with an erection, and if he can't be with you, he's imagining being with you (and this happens a lot, usually at very inconvenient times). He is rather progressive when it comes to sexual health, especially for the time he's living in; having read a lot of anatomy and sexual health books (nicked from the Restricted Section, of course), he doesn't feel any shame about his sexuality, and in fact believes that masturbation is perfectly natural and healthy. In fact, if he tries to deny his urges, he finds he is less productive, more prone to frustrated outbursts, and has difficulty focusing on tasks.
K - kink: one or more of their kinks.
Praise. Sebastian loves to be told he's doing a good job. Calling him a good boy will basically short circuit his brain, but it doesn't matter whether the praise comes verbally or in the form of a mind-shattering orgasm; as long as he knows he's doing a good job, he's a very happy boy.
L - Location: favorite places to do the do.
Honestly, anywhere. He is obsessed with you, and when he needs you â he needs you. As long as he can get you away from prying eyes, he'll do it anywhere.
M - Motivation: what turns them on, gets them going?
Let's face it, it doesn't take much to get Sebastian going â just the thought of you alone is enough to turn him on â but he does especially like it when you're feeling passionate about something, whether you're fervidly telling him off for something, and your face is all cute and red from anger, or if you're rambling about something you absolutely love, or excited about something you've achieved, that spark is something that never fails to drive him crazy with lust.
N - No: something they wouldnât do, turn offs.
While Sebastian is certainly an intense lover, he doesn't like pain-play or restriction (hands, airways, etc, either his or yours). Anything that makes him feel like he has no control over the situation tends to trigger his trauma responses and leads to anxiety. Given all this past traumas, he only wants to bring pleasure, and can't handle the thought of causing more pain or discomfort to someone he loves.
O - Oral: preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.
Since he's so obsessed with your face, Sebastian looooves when you give him head and he can watch how pretty you look when you're on your knees for him. Making direct eye contact will drive him absolutely feral.
In return, he loves using his mouth on you âparticularly when you're already overstimulated. and he uses his tongue to slowly coax out another shuddering orgasm.
P - Pace: are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.
He likes to think he can take it slow, and usually he starts off with slow and sensual intentions: face kisses, lingering touches, long looks â but he loses himself in you so quickly that before long, he's just a sweaty, groaning sex machine. Hes got stamina though, so even when he's going hard, he's in for the long haul.
Q - Quickie: their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.
Though he prefers longer sessions where he can take his time with you, he's not exactly known for his patience, and if he's feeling needy enough, he will definitely take the opportunity to take you quickly.
R - Risk: are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.
As mentioned, anything that borders on painful or restrictive is a hard no for him; he just can't take pleasure from "hurting" you, even if its only for play. He does, however, love experimenting with different positions, relishing in all the ways he can use his body to make you come. Being so hungry for knowledge, he reads a lot of sexy books and loves to test
S - Stamina: how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?
Sebastian isn't satisfied until you've come at least twice, but will always strive for three or four rounds. He loves sex, he loves having sex with you, and he feels an incredible sense of pride and accomplishment when he makes you feel good. So much so, that he tends to get carried away, and sometimes you have to settle him down so you can recover.
T - Toys: do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?
Anything an object can do, Sebastian can do better. Or at least, that's his motto, and he'll live and die by it. He won't deny you if you want to experiment with toys, but he'd prefer to rely on his own faculties to bring you pleasure.
U - Unfair: how much they like to tease.
Leading up to it, Sebastian will tease you and flirt with you like an absolute fiend, whispering dirty things into your ear or teasing your inner thighs under a table, but as soon as you're touching him, he loses all resolve. He's putty in your hands; he simply can't resist you or hold himself back. Tease you all he wants, but orgasm denial is not a term he understands when he finally has you.
V - Volume: how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.
Sebastian's the type to moan in your ear, or whimper into the crook of your neck, or plead desperately into your mouth. He's vocal, but he's quiet about it (and usually incomprehensible).
W - Wild card: a random headcanon for the character.
Sebastian doesn't drink. Given his infatuation with the dark arts, his obsessive tendencies and the impulsivity that lead to the death of his uncle, he avoids anything that will comprise the full control of his mind and body.
X - X-ray: let's see whatâs going on under those clothes.
He's freckled all over, tall (somewhere around 6ft), lean but lightly muscular. He's got nice broad shoulders, lovely upright posture, and toned forearms with all those yummy veins. He's not particularly long, but he's thick.
Y - Yearning: how high is their sex drive?
If it were physically possible, he'd probably never stop, especially when it's with you â the person he loves with his entire being.
Z - Zzz: how quickly they fall asleep afterwards.
Immediately, lol. Sometimes while he's still on top of you, depending on the intensity and duration of the session, but he always looks so blissed out and happy that you don't mind.
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confiscating rafe's drugs, but it's a little bit more comedic
i think he'd start tweaking idk man
(may you write it though, i dont know how to make good prompts so im really trying here)
warnings: drugs (ofc),slight choking,just Rafe being a lil scary.
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Rafe is pacing in his room when you enter,you can see his shirt clinging to his back due to his sweat as he looks frantic "rafey? what's wrong?" your boyfriend turns around immediately, looking at you with a hard glare that makes you freeze in your spot "I can't find my coke- have you taken it? I know you did,where is it?" he asks,pointing a finger at you as he comes closer with long strides.
"what- I don't know what you are talking about... why would I have your drugs anyway?" "cause you've been complaining about how I've been doing them too often,so I know you have them. Give them to me, right now." You furrow your eyebrows before shaking your head at him "no,I won't. I don't like when you take it, you've been doing it too much and you become all angry and...weird-"
Your words are cut off due to a pair of rough hands clasping your throat "you will go and take what's mine and give it back,Is that clear?" you let a small whimper escape,gripping on his wrists as tears start to gather on your lashline "don't want to... I've,I've thrown them down the toilet" you lie,knowing them well they're hiding in your room in one of your drawers under a bunch of clothes.
A small scoff escapes Rafe's mouth making you even more scared as his grip tightens on you before releasing you completely to walk over the window,showcasing a view of the whole tannyhill. "Are they at your house,in your room? hm,tell me- baby please...I need them,you know I do,they make me calm" his hands all over the place,before he harshly dug the heel of his palm in his eyes "hey- no,no...okay I'll give them back,I'm sorry." You're quick to be at his side,pulling his hands away from his face as you wipe at his eyes. "I'll give them to you,I didn't flush them down the toilet- I lied. But you gotta promise me to take a little less at least,for me?"
He looks at you through a blurry gaze before nodding "okay...yeah,okay I'll cut down some dosage. Didn't mean to lose control,I'm sorry" he says,rubbing his thumb over the red spots on your neck sure they'll bruise overnight. It's rare for Rafe to apologize especially multiple times so you just nod and bring him into a hug "it's okay,let's lay down and then we'll go to my house later,okay?" He nods at your words,pressing his forehead against your collarbone "okay...I love you doll"
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For the prompt ask:
Donnie with đđ°?
Sleepyhead
a/n: Not a great title I know, but it's the best I could come up with... Anyways, enjoy!
Prompt: "You're my new pillow" "You look so cute when you're sleepy"
Warnings: none! Just really freaking fluffy
One in the morning. That's when Donnie decided to knock on your window and give you a heart attack. Grumbling and throwing your blankets off, you stomped over to your window to see a very excited looking soft shell.
You opened your window and let him in- within seconds of being in your apartment he started rambling.
"Now, dearest I know it's early, but I just had to come by! See, I was working on the new upgrade for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N when-" he continued to talk as you stumbled back to your bed before flopping on it.
He tilted his head at you. "Love?" Donnie slowly made his way over to you, standing at the edge of your bed. "Is something wrong?"
As he spoke, you sat up, grabbing his face with both hands. He grunted but you stayed silent, bringing his head closer so you could study his face. A slight blush dusted his snout as the silence continued.
"Dearest, whats wrong? Something on my face?" You rubbed your thumbs under his eyes and he leaned into the touch.
"Yeah. Bags." You gave him a look. He stuttered and backed away out of your grasp.
"W-well, with all the stuff I need to work on, and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N taking longer then anticipated, I guess I just haven't had time to... sleep...?"
You frowned at him and Donnie winced. Standing up, you stood beside him and gestured to the bed. The blush on his snout returned, but he complied with the unspoken request.
As soon as he sat down, you began littering his face with kisses, going lower to along his jaw line and a few on his neck. He sighed his appreciation for the soft touches and let his eyes close. Smiling at him, you pressed one more kiss to his snout before looking at his battle shell.
"Can you... take it off?"
He looked confused for a moment. "Eh- oh right, of course." Reaching a hand up, he pressed a button on the side of the shoulder attachment and with a click and a hiss it fell backwards onto the bed. Moving towards it, you picked it up and immediately huffed at the effort.
"Okay, how the hell do you wear this thing all day- Jesus Christ-" struggling as he watched you from the bed, you plopped it down beside your dresser.
Looking up at him again, he flopped onto the bed, wriggling around and relishing the way your soft sheets felt on his shell. Giggling at the sight, you walked back over to him.
"Better?"
Donnie nodded and opened his eyes to turn his sleepy gaze on you. Now slightly red in the face yourself, you climbed into bed. Once up by your pillows, you patted your stomach.
"C'mere, you big softie."
He made a small, low rumble as he got up and crawled over to you, laying down so his head rested on you chest and the rest of him was laying between your legs. Donnie nuzzled into your chest, a soft smile on his face at how warm it was. You looked down at him fondly.
"Gosh, you're adorable..." that seemed to get his attention. An indignant huff came from him and he looked at you as though mildly offended.
"Oh come on, it's true!"
You chuckled as he rolled his eyes and layed his head back down. Bringing your hand up, your gently rubbed the back of his neck, his mask tails brushing the top of your hand with each stroke. His expression relaxed and a small churr escaped his throat, despite his best efforts.
His eyelids drooped more as you made your way to the softer skin the connected his shell to his shoulders. You wanted to check first.
"Hey, Dee, is it okay if I touch your shell?"
"Go ahead, love." He yawned and stretched, all the way to his toes. You had to hold back audibly going "aww" at the cat like action. He seemed to have seen it in your expression though and snorted at you.
"You're my new pillow." He stated, shifting on you and nuzzling your chest again.
Once he settled again, you carefully hovered your fingers over his shell before pressing down gently, rub in the leathery surface. It didn't feel... Damp like you thought it would. God why did you think that??
Continuing, you gently rubbed downwards, tracing the spines that went down his back. Consumed with your task, your didn't notice Donnie melt into you, a happy smile stretching across his face, and his brows pinched upward at the sensation. Too tired to care, he churred freely, fully letting himself relax in your arms.
Glancing down at him, you saw his sleepy expression and chuckled. "You look so cute when you're sleepy..."
His only response was another round of loud churrs as you gently massaged near the top of his shell. He seemed tired enough to sleep, and you being exhausted yourself, you put a blanket over both of you, before continuing the gentle rubs. Donnie looked up at you.
"I love you, dearest."
You kissed his snout again. "Love you too, Dee."
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