#buck sees ghost au

[perfectlysunny02]

me and my ghosts had a hell of a time

And when they get to the hospital, and Shannon is suddenly in front of him, he knows. “No,” He tells her, not caring about what he looks like, talking to someone no one else can see. He knows why she’s out here, flickering in the in-between, the awful smell of dirt and old air around them, and she can’t leave Chris, not again. “They’re going to be devastated. No, you can’t leave them, you can’t do that again.” He should feel guilty, almost yelling at a dead woman, a dead woman his best friend loved. He knows deep down it’s not that simple and with the sad, wistful smile she gives him, she knows it too.  “Take care of my boys, Evan Buckley.”  “I will,” He promises her, tears pricking at his eyelids. “I will. I promise. I’ve got them.”

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[bekkachaos]

choosing was so hard but i will go with ⚡ ⚡ ⚡ ⚡ and 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴 (for now)

⚡ ghost Buck au

more following on from this snippet!

"Lightning?" he repeated, and the man nodded gently. "I was struck by lightning?"

"It's more common than you'd think," he said.

Buck wanted to say I know that, people think it's one in a million but it's actually closer to one in fifteen thousand odds of being hit once in your lifetime. It was a fact that Christopher would love, and that Eddie wouldn't believe until he searched it up for himself.

Eddie.

Buck's eyes grew wide as he looked back at the man, the image of Eddie flying to the ground surrounded by sparks making his insides twist and tighten.

"Eddie," he said, panic in his eyes and voice. "Is he okay? Is he here?"

"Eddie's fine, Evan," he said, and Buck felt a moment of relief, but it was short lived. "You're the only one here."

"But if he's fine then—" Buck's heart seemed to stop in his chest as the words played over in his head, and then he began to feel physically sick.

Eddie's okay, relief. But Eddie's not here, Buck is. If Eddie's okay and he's not here, then Buck...

"I'm... not fine, am I?" he asked slowly.

The man didn't answer. He just stood there looking back at Buck, giving him time to come to the conclusion himself. It was a conclusion that Buck was scrambling around, trying to find any other explanation for what was happening, anything else that would explain this. But there wasn't one, and in the pit of his stomach, Buck knew the truth of it.

He was alone. He wasn't fine. This wasn't really a hospital.

"I'm dead, aren't I?"

🦴 bones gravedigger au

based on the first gravedigger episode of bones, where Eddie is Booth and Buck is Brennan (aka my favourite episode of the whole show).

"What have I told you about threatening people in the interrogation room?"

Eddie looked up to see Athena standing in his doorway, arms folded and one eyebrow cocked high as she stared back at him.

"Technically we weren't in the interrogation room," he said, giving her a shrug and making her snort back at him in response.

"The man wrote a book, made some profits," she walked in and perched herself on the edge of his desk as he sat back in his chair. "As much as you might dislike the way he's used this case for personal gain, he didn't bury those boys alive."

"Not that we've been able to prove," Eddie muttered as his cell phone started ringing.

He didn't recognise the number, and Athena's voice took his focus away anyway.

"Eddie," she said. "You can let it go to voicemail."

He rolled his eyes and dropped the phone on the desk, reaching up to run his hand through his hair.

"Anyone making a profit off a guy who keeps evading police and burying people alive doesn't need coddling by me," he said.

She made a face as though she agreed with him, but they were in his office, not a bar. She had to be the boss.

"Not saying I don't agree with you," she said.

"I'm sensing a 'but' coming," Eddie said with a smile, his phone pinging with the sound of his voicemail.

He pressed the button and put the phone to his ear as he waited for Athena's half-hearted lecture.

"But," she said, eyeing him with a wry smile. "Whether you like it or not, this guy is an expert on the gravedigger. He knows as much as anyone what he's capable of and you want him on your side. He can give us information that we can use to... Eddie? What is it?"

Throughout her conversation she had noticed the way Eddie's face fell, the way he had stopped listening to her and began to focus intently on the call. He looked up at her and took the phone away from his ear, putting it on speaker so she could hear the chilling words that made the bile rise at the back of his throat.

"Evan Buckley and Howard Han have been buried alive. You have 12 hours to wire transfer $4 million or you'll never see them again. This will be my last communication."

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[glossysoap]

thanks for the tip ; 141 camgirl au

tags: poly 141 x reader, camgirl reader, afab reader, use of fem anatomy, smut.

note: this isn’t as official bc it’s a drabble/rambling of a future fic idea.

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you’re their hacker. so you’re not actively in combat, but more behind the scenes gathering intel while they’re in combat. that leaves you with plenty of privacy and more free time than the boys. and you enjoy your sexuality. you own it!

so you become a camgirl. you make sure to maintain anonymity of course, by wearing a mask and using a voice changer. and because you’re a hacker, you made sure that no one could track your IP address and find out you worked on base.

imagine the boys are looking to blow off steam. with one hand on their cock and the other on the computer mouse, they started skimming the camgirl site. until they saw a picture of a live. they clicked on it, and their breath hitches. it’s a girl sitting on her bed, legs spread open and dildo fucking her soaking wet pussy. her moans were loud and desperate, in tandem with the wet sounds.

your head is thrown back in pleasure and your hips buck against your toy, as your hand pumps it in and out. you were wearing a mask so they couldn’t see that it was you. and they’ve never heard you moan so they didn’t know that was you.

but they kept finding themselves coming back to your lives, watching you squirt around your toys or your fingers with a cry of pleasure. white ropes of cum would spurt from their cocks as they watch the anonymous girl on the screen squirting. squirting on the toy that they so desperately wished was their own cock.

your subscribers had the opportunity to send in requests, with tips of course. and the boys took full advantage of that. all with throwaway accounts, of course.

ghost would ask you to wear a skeleton mask. or he might even send you old skeleton gloves of his to wear while you fucked yourself on your fingers. he could feel himself getting hard at the thought of his favorite camgirl squirting on the exact gloves he wore.

soap would ask for you to moan for him, moan his name. he was lucky that johnny was a common name. “johnny, please! i need to cum, please please please!” hearing you moan his name while you squeezed around your thick dildo? just about made him cum himself.

gaz would ask for you to call him sir while you came. maybe even throwing in his name every once in a while. again, he was lucky that kyle was such a common name. hearing you cry, “please let me cum, sir! pleasepleaseplease kyle!” is what pushes him to his own orgasm.

now PRICE? he would make you beg to cum. make you call him captain. “please please please captain! please let me cum on your cock!” then after he finally let you cum, he would tip you over and over. requesting an orgasm for each tip. so you would be forced to squirt on your dildo for the captain, over and over.

they would watch you for a month or so before they noticed a small detail. well, small for anyone but big for them. because that small detail was a birthmark on your wrist. that they saw whenever you pushed the dildo into your cunt over and over, or whenever you pumped three fingers in.

it was also the same birthmark they saw whenever they watched you type on your computer, searching for intel.

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[monamipencil]

— part-time lovers (not really) | j.ww

genre; nsfw, slight angst, fluff, 90s! au, mdni <3 | tw; unprotected sex, blow job, vouyerism, public sex, cunnilingus, almost cuck! mingyu | w.c; 1.5k+ | a/n; if i had a penny for every time i wrote about sex in a convenience store, i would have two. which is not a lot but it is weird that it happened twice. not proof-read

saying that you felt like a slut would be an understatement.

who are you kidding? you are a slut. that's why you let wonwoo have his way with you, every single time.

every time he walks in through the goddamn store that you work in with his headphones on, the black leather jacket and a complementary pair of t-shirt and jeans.

you bite your lip in an attempt to contain the noises that threatened to spill out. and even with that, the sound of skins slapping and the wet squelch of your cunt gives it away. your nails dig into the counter as he holds up his relentless pace. the tip of his cock bruises your insides and the slapping of his balls on your clit feels way too good.

“so fucking wet.” he pronounces each word along with a snap of hips. his nails dig into your skin, leaving moon-shaped marks. the thought of someone walking in on you both makes you wetter. the arousal between your legs grows and you keep your eyes trained on the glass windows.

he pulls out, flipping you over. the cold air of the convenience store hits your sopping cunt, sending shivers through your spine. “eyes on me.” his fingers caress your bare thighs and you sit up to catch his lips in a kiss.

you both moan at the contact, and you card your fingers through his soft, curly locks. his tongue brushes your lips and you give in, easily. your pussy tingles as his tongue prods into every corner of your mouth. you relish the feeling of warm tongue gliding against yours. his cock brushes against your inner thigh and the cold surface of the counter brings you back to reality.

you're fucking wonwoo on the counter of the gas station you work in. just like every other friday night for the past 4 months. and anyone could walk in right now to him splitting you open on his cock. his lips part with yours and he leans back, admiring your figure for a bit.

his calloused fingers toy with your clit, and goosebumps rise on your skin like a conditioned response to his touch. your hips buck up, “wonwoo! please!”

“wanna eat you out so bad,” he kneels, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. you watch in anticipation as he draws closer towards your core. your breath shudders when his hot breath fans your cunt, and he looks up at you through his lashes.

lust swirls in his iris and the black eyeshadow accentuates his eyes. he lays his tongue flat on your heat, still maintaining eye-contact. throwing your head, you moan carelessly. fuck it. who cares about this minimum wage job, anyway?

he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it and flicking his tongue. you find yourself, unable to look away from his gaze. wait, can he even see you? your eyes wander to the stray glass near the cash register. he pinches your inner thigh, and your eyes snap back to his. a scowl sits on his lips, glossy and shimmering from your arousal.

“you're too distracted, tonight.”

you sigh, unable to meet his eyes. how do you say it? that you like the guy who visits you every friday and gets his dick wet? that you like him? saying it would lead to either him ghosting you or your feelings being brushed off. ouch.

and if he wanted you, wanted an actual relationship with you, he should've taken you on a date, right? or asked anything about you? nothing. it's radio silence from him in terms of feelings. he comes, he hangs around for a bit, fucks you, does some aftercare and comes back a week later.

he holds your chin, and tilts your head up. you meet his worried gaze and sigh, “'s been stressful lately. nothin' else.” you try to smile and he mirrors your visage, smiling that goddamn smile of his.

“i understand.” he takes a step back, “wanna stop?”

before you could reply, you hear some commotion outside and quickly kneel down, hiding yourself. wonwoo pulls his pants, hiding his softening cock. he looks at you, confusedly and you whisper-shout, “i don't know! in the ramen aisle?!”

“shit, sorry—”

“wonwoo? you work here?”

wonwoo's eyes snap to the source of the voice, and he finds his 6' ft tall best friend smiling at him, confusedly. meanwhile your heart twists and turns cause you recognize that voice to be his close friend's. did he never mention you to his friends?

“I—uhm.. no. I don't work here. I'm just looking over the store. the—uh, the cashier had some work? she asked me to look over. yeah..”

mingyu squints at his best friend and roommate of years, not really convinced with his explanation. and why does it even smell like sex here? oh wait—

“do you know where the restroom is?”

he chuckles at the younger, noticing his awkward posture and urgent expression. he points outside and mingyu dashes out the door. the laughter that follows gets stuck in his throat when you grab his dick. wonwoo groans and he immediately hardens under your touch.

maybe you have no shame after all but two could play the game. you stand up, backing him up against the counter before kneeling down again. you swiftly pull down his pants and his cock springs free with pearls of precum oozing out the tip.

you waste no time in swallowing him whole. his length gags you, and your eyes brim with tears but you don't stop bobbing your head up and down his cock. wonwoo groans and bucks his hip into your mouth, forcing you down.

he could cum from just the way your throat constricts around his cock. he grips your hair, guiding your head to work on his length. you trace the vein that runs on the base of his cock with your tongue and swirl it on his tip as well.

your nose brushes against his hip and you gag, making wonwoo sputter a plethora of curses. he's a mess, moaning and bucking his hips like some wild animal with no restraint. you cup his balls in your hand and choke intentionally.

he loses all conscience and starts fucking your face with both his hands holding your head. you savour the heavy weight on your tongue and the taste of his salty precum makes your pussy flutter. wonwoo whimpers when you hum around his cock. his toes curl inside his sneakers, and he's inching closer to his orgasm.

your eyes do the trick when you look up at him through your eyelashes and his hips stutter in your mouth. hot, white ribbons of his semen coat the insides of your mouth and throat. the man above you throws his head back, moaning from his throat.

“wonu—” a scandalized gasp leaves from mingyu's mouth at the sight before him.

wonwoo tries to pull you away but you don't relent, opting to continue warming his cock with your mouth. he curses at the mischievous glint in your eyes, and he can practically feel the smirk, decorating your lips. you suck on his tip, milking him to the brim before pulling his cock out with a 'pop!'

all while mingyu watches everything unfold with a growing boner of his own. you stand up and open your mouth, showing him how you swallowed everything. your eyes wander to mingyu's dumbfounded figure and offer him a wink before moving out the counter to find your pants.

you sway your hips, your butt on display for both the men. “shit, is she the girl you always talk about?”

“mingyu, shut the fuck up!”

you try not to keel over and die as your hear their exchange. so, he talks about you? when your finally out of their sight, you press a hand over your palpitating heart and feel a blush grow on your cheeks. the cold air hits your cunt when you finally find your pants in the ramen aisle, and put it on.

with a much needed self-advice and quiet squealing, you walk back to the counter and face the two guys who go silent at your arrival. you raise a brow at them and mingyu places a box of Oreo O's on the counter and smiles while trying to hide his raging boner.

“how are you not sick of that?” wonwoo grimaces, his own boner poorly his with his awkward hand placement. you chuckle at the light shade of pink dusting his ears, cute.

you give mingyu his cherished diabetic cereal and get the cash, all while making 'fuck-me' eyes at wonwoo. which mingyu picks up on with a pout on his lips, obviously not content with being the third wheel.

wonwoo leaves the store with him but not before pressing a soft kiss to your lips and whispering, “i'll make it up. is tomorrow at 4 ok for you?”

“i don't work on weeken—”

“i know.”

“your dorms or mine?”

wonwoo rolls his eyes with a faux annoyed smile. “at the movie theater with two tickets for Men In Black.”

“Is that your choice of movie for a first date, Mr. Jeon?” you pull him down by his collar and kiss him but it's hard to classify it as a kiss when both of you are smiling so wide.

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[peachdues]

COMPASS — TEASER

Bad boy!Sanemi x Reader • Gang AU

A/N: was this supposed to be limited to a “bad boy Sanemi takes your virginity” prompt? Yes. But y’all should know by now I don’t know how to control myself. And I’m going to a show tonight so I figured I’d feed y’all before I left.

Legit hyped for this one because gang member Sanemi is 🤤

Before anyone asks, yes this will end up being a multi-part fic. I don’t wanna hear a THING.

CW: Sanemi being a huge fucking flirt • this fic will be HELLA nsfw so MDNI • like super fucking explicit lmao • Reader runs a bookstore

You’re in the process of double checking delivery logs to ensure all your new inventory has arrived when a large thud against the clerk’s counter startles you.

It’s him again — all ivory hair and silvery facial scars that somehow are less imposing than the irritated sneer he wears.

“This book was shit,” he scoots the novel across the counter to you with distaste. “I want a refund.”

You level his pout with a frosty glare of your own. Wordlessly, you lean over the counter and tap a single finger against a laminated sign duck-taped to its edge.

Return-exchange only. No refunds.

“But it was shit,” he repeats, as though that will somehow spur you to change a policy you didn’t create. “You let me waste twenty bucks.”

“I did nothing,” you rustle the pages of your delivery log in pointed dismissal. “You’re the one who decided to buy a book before checking it out.”

You glance down at the discarded novel. “Figures,” you scoff. “He’s not even an author. He uses ghost writers and takes all the credit.”

“Woulda been nice if you’d told me that before you let me give him my money.”

You hum idly as you cross off the log’s boxes for new releases. “I suppose I was too stunned that you even knew how to read. Guess I wasn’t really paying attention to your shit choices.”

“Oh?” And you glance up to see Sanemi smirking at you. “The Princess has claws, does she?” He leans against the counter, propping his cheek under a loose fist. “So, what are your recommendations, gorgeous?”

“I’m not your Princess,” you snap imbuing the nickname with as much venom as you can muster. “Call me by my name or call me nothing at all.”

His eyes drop to your name-tag, pinned neatly on the front of your sweater. That insufferable smirk of his only widens. “Alright, alright. What are your recommendations, Y/N?”

The syllables sound rich and honeyed and suddenly, you wish you’d let him stick with Princess, grating as it was.

Because your name should not sound so sweet, should not roll off his tongue so seamlessly, as it just did.

You’ve never been one to indulge in rumors. But in this city, as economically fractured as it is, gossip is a currency everyone keeps in their back pocket. And though you keep your head down and mind your own business, even you have heard the rumors swirling around town about the eldest Shinazugawa child.

Rumors that he has ascended the ranks of the same Mob that claimed the life of his deadbeat father long before the bastard was shived in the back for a debt he’d owed (their words, never yours).

Rumors that he holds a unique position within the gang, known clandestinely only as the Corps, and that position requires him to do things most won’t speak about.

But the rumor that screeches to the forefront of your mind has nothing to do with his alleged status with the Corps. It’s his reputation as a flirt; a rumored womanizer, through and through, that is a splinter under your skin.

Determined to pick him out, a wicked idea blossoms. “Fine, here.” You stalk purposefully to the section marked Literature. Your finger drags down a line of titles before finally settling on one. You pull it free with a soft grunt, the book sitting thick and heavy in your hand as you dump it into Sanemi’s.

“Read that.”

His eyes flick between its cover and you, incredulous. “This ain’t a book; it’s a brick.”

“It’s a classic,” you counter. “One that examines age-old question of destiny versus free will, generational curses.” Your head cocks to the side, a challenging smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “Love and lust.”

His eyebrow raises and you cross your fingers. If he falls for it and ultimately ends up hating the book, then perhaps he’ll decide your taste in reading material is indeed shit, and maybe then he’ll leave you alone.

Sanemi considers you for a moment but then he takes the bait. “If you say so,” he sighs. “But if it’s shit, I’m taking my refund.” And then he leans in close, so close that you can feel the warmth radiating off his body.

His breath is hot against your ear. “Regardless of your shitty little policy.”

You refuse to let him see how much he’s knocked you off-kilter. “So I can expect to be robbed? Will it be at gun or knifepoint? Just so I’m prepared.”

His chuckle, low and dark sends goosebumps skittering down your arms. “Worse,” he promises before he draws back. His grin is wolfish, all teeth and feral hunger. “You’ll owe me a date.”

He looses a low, appreciative whistle as he steps back and rakes his eyes over your rigid form. “Though, I might just take you out anyway.”

“You assume I’ll say yes — or are you planning on kidnapping me? I’m sure you’re rather proficient at it, given your occupation.”

Something dark flashes across his face, and it’s enough to make you step back, a sudden fear creeping up the back of your spine.

Stupid, you chastise yourself. You never know when to keep your mouth shut.

But the shadows in his features recede as quickly as they appeared, and Sanemi’s mouth eases back into that same, cocky smile.

“You’ll say yes, Princess. You won’t be able to resist the temptation.”

“Temptation?” You force out a laugh. “And what makes you think I can’t?”

Sanemi’s eyes find your current read, open flipped over on the counter, marking your current page.

It’s a mystery novel. Your third of the month, born of a new hyperfixation on the genre.

You want nothing more than to wipe that smug grin of his clean from his face. He gives an affectionate shake of his head as he turns and makes his way toward the door. “Habits, Y/N. It all comes down to habits.”

You should throw it at his head, but Sanemi exits the store before your hand can find its spine.

[miupow]

for kinktober!! husband tyun punishing reader my spanking her! <3

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ‘24 ── 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 + 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[ minors do not interact! ] kang taehyun x fem!reader . non-idol au , marriage au , mean dom!taehyun , punishments , spanking , possibly toxic marriage/gender dynamics , dirty talk , discipline , semi-public sex , slight exhibitionism , pussy slapping , anal fingering (f. rec) , buttplug mention , voyeurism mention

a/n ⸝⸝ oh bastard husband taehyun my beloved….

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

“i said count, honey. don’t make me tell you again.”

swiftly, another ear-ringing slap descended upon your stinging asscheek, right over where he had struck you last — you bite your lip to keep in your shriek, all too conscious of the droning chatter coming out of the adjacent dining room.

“one, thank you, sir!” you squeak— you know your husband’s rules by heart, and while that had been technically your second spanking, you knew better than to count the one that you hadn’t properly thanked him for.

“good girl,” taehyun coos, his sweet low voice laced with a condescending edge that made your pussy leak. “finally listening for once. now tell me what you’re being punished for when you thank me for disciplining you. i need to make sure this punishment gets through your dumb, empty little head.”

he rubs gently at the blossoming bruises on your ass before he rears his hand back to strike you again, the sharp clap of his palm against your ass deafening in your ears. you were certain that taehyun’s colleagues could all hear from the table, your face burning with shame at the thought of them knowing that your husband was punishing you in just the room over.

“t-two, daddy, sir— thank you, i was being a slut—“

another spank, harder and louder than before. you barely manage to contain your scream, choking on a strangled whimper as you blink away tears. “how were you being a slut?” taehyun asks, so nonchalant and casual like he was simply going through paperwork. while his carefully crafted facade infuriated you to no end, you reveled in the feeling of the growing bulge in his slacks rubbing up against your tummy.

“three—! thank you, daddy!” you warble, trying to hide your face in taehyun’s pant leg. “i was f-flirting with your friends, a-and letting them touch me—“

taehyun stops to adjust your dress before he spanks you again, expensive fabric bunched around your waist to expose your bare ass and pussy. your lace panties were pooled around your ankles, trapping your legs together as you bucked and squirmed over your husband’s lap.

“four!” you all but shout— you would cover your mouth if your wrists weren’t being held behind your back by taehyun’s free hand. “thank you, sir! i was a bad wife, i’m sorry—“

he shuts you up with a spank aimed at your pussy, peeking out from between your quivering thighs— you bury your face in taehyun’s leg to muffle your shriek of pain and pleasure, unable to hold your noises back anymore with your sensitive pussy stinging. “i should bring them in here,” taehyun remarks coldly, calloused fingers ghosting over your glistening pussy lips, “let them watch us; how about that, honey? let everyone see how you get punished when you’ve been bad?”

“i’m sorry, daddy!” you sob into his slacks, tears and drool soaking the fabric. “please don’t, i’ll be good, i promise!“

“that’s what i like to hear.” taehyun hums, working two thick fingers between your folds to plunge deep into your hole. the wet sounds from your cunt as he pumps his fingers are obscene, and tears truly begin to fall down your burning cheeks as you hiccup and whine and try your absolute best not to start screaming. “i invite all of my colleagues over for dinner, and my little wife decides to whore around like i can’t control my woman. you embarrassed me, baby. and this pussy is dripping so fucking much— you want me to fuck you, huh? well, bad wives don’t get cock.”

he slides his fingers out of your cunt and trails them up your slit to your winking little asshole, the wet slick coating his fingers perfect lube for them to bully their way inside without much resistance. “such a bad little girl but you take my fingers so well… bad wives don’t get to cum either, so you better behave while i stretch this little asshole out for the plug. then you’re going to go back out there and apologize for your behavior, you understand?”

“y-yes sir.” you whimper, sniffling.

“good girl.”

[momotonescreaming]

Wait hold up I'm thinking. AU where Buck and Tommy are both ghosts haunting the 118

Nobody saved Tommy from the gas leak and he died in the explosion. Alone. He's been haunting the place for decades upon decades now. Angry and upset and he never got the chance to be free. So he stays in the station. Screaming and shouting and trying so desperately to break things. To move things. To get people to notice him. It doesn't work and he eventually settles. Stops lying to himself about who he is - not that it does a lot of good with him being dead and all.

Slowly watches the station grow and change and get upgraded. It becomes more accepting of a place. It hurts to see. Others die, but none stick around, not like Tommy. That hurts too.

Until Evan Buckley. Who comes close to death so many times his luck runs out. Tommy watches the whole thing. Watches from the station, and from the truck. A sick sort of hope in his chest that maybe Tommy will get company this time. He feels guilty when his wish comes true.

He watches Evan Buckley get struck by lightning and never wake up again. He watches as Evan's ghost settles into the station with him.

It was his home, after all.

[rovsemyri]

S. GOJO HCS! ₊˚ʚ 🧊 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

random satoru headcannons/imagines ; [ pt 1 ] ಇ.

𐙚.. cw: !cheating au,size kink, degrading, praise, dom!gojo, sub!reader, fem!reader, overstimulation, oral sex (m! receiving, pain kink. toxic!gojo, slapping

𐙚.. synopsis: satoru’s the type to….

SATORU’S the type to make you answer the phone when your boyfriend calls while he’s balls deep pounding into you from the back. making sure to hit your sweet spot each time, amused by your struggle to hide your choked moans. “babe? you there?” your boyfriend's voice comes through the phone. little does he know your being railed by another man. “yeah!” you manage to choke out before having gojo push your head back down into the pillows, thrusting his hips harder each time your boyfriend waits for a response through the phone.

“alright…” your boyfriend slightly catches on a little, but he says nothing. “ so, i'll pick you up at 8:00.. for our date, yeah?” he asks , “yeah! uh- babe, i gotta go- nngh~” you end the call in a panic, not being able to suppress your moans any longer, you already know you’re going to have to make an excuse for your slip up on the phone, but right now, you can’t think straight at all, not when the strongest jujutsu sourcer is stretching out your cunt right now.

satoru groans, tightening his grip on your hips, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he reaches his release. soft groans falls from his lips as he continues fucking into you. you begin to feel yourself giving out…its becoming too much. satoru pulls your hips towards him, slamming himself deep inside of you, causing his name to slip from your lips. “ didn’t you say you could take it, pretty? don’t act like you don’t like it..” he chokes out between his own moans, coming closer to his release. “Your pretty cunt tightened around me while you spoke to him” he let out a chuckle, fastening his pace. “s-satoru“ , please..” you beg him.

not holding back anymore, he grabs you by your hair, pulling you closer to him. “next time, let your boyfriend hear how much better i can fuck you.” he growls into your ear.

SATORU’S the type to continuously fuck you senselessly until you’re no longer able to use words. he’ll promise to go easy on you, fulfilling his promise at first but once your cunt tightens around him, he can’t contain himself anymore and slams himself into you. he loves seeing you completely fucked out, tears running down face, and you slowly giving into letting him use you for his own pleasure. “my pretty slut isn’t finished yet, right baby?” he asks, pulling out just to slam back into you harshly a few seconds later to remind you that he's only getting started.

SATORU’S the type to make you look at him while he’s inside of you, everytime you look away or squirm he'll stop. “didn’t i say to look at me, slut?” he groans, grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to look at him. your eyes welled up with tears, bucking your hips towards him. “keep your eyes up here, pretty girl.”

SATORU’S the type to change positions without warning. ruining you from inside and out, leaving marks on your hips from his big hands keeping them in place. mid-way, he’ll forcefully pull you towards him, flipping you onto your back. he doesn’t even give you enough time to adjust yourself before he pushes his leaking cock back into you. pushing down on your lower stomach, a grin appears on his face. “ya feel that, princess? look how well you take me” he moans as he makes you watch how your lower stomach bulges each time he pushes himself deeper into your walls.

SATORU’S the type to make you hate him on purpose, just for him to remind you how much you love when he fucks you. on your knees looking up at him, your makeup running down your face. “awee you pretty thing..” he smiles looking down at you, slapping the tip of his length on your tongue, admiring every bit of this sight. He knew just how to make you hate him. fucking on you and then ghosting you for weeks, random arguements, especially knowing that your boyfriend didn’t treat you well either. as much as you hated him, you couldn’t help yourself, he just fucks you soooo much better than your boyfriend.

“I hate you.” you coo at him, but instead of the reaction you expected, he just smiled before unexpectedly pushing your head down on his length. “you hate me?” he laughs looking down at you choking on his cock. you try to answer by shaking your head ‘yes’ but he refuses to let you come up for air. pulling you by your hair. . “i don’t think you hate me. you might think you hate me but that filthy cunt of yours says otherwise. I can smell your arousal from here” he says, watching as your eyes water and he finally decides to let you breathe. he lets you breathe for a moment before deciding that was enough even though you haven’t fully caught your breath. he slides himself back into your mouth before watching you flail your arms around before resting your hands resting on his thighs, nails digging into his skin. he winces in pain before saying “breathe through your nose, bitch” as he slaps your face, making you flinch.

you could tell he’s almost at his release by the way his cock twitches each time you tighten your lips around him. you try breathing through your nose more, taking him in your mouth begins to feel easier until he’s pushing you down farther than you already were. you feel the tears spill out of your eyes from how far down your throat he was. wiping your tears he pulls you off him, taking his cock into his hands, swiping himself against your lips slightly to tease you. “open your mouth” he orders and you obey. jerking himself off as he rests the tip of his cock on ur mouth he lets out a soft groan, “what do you say?” he grins. before you're even able to respond, he groans, releasing on your face, watching as he covers your face in his semen. He smiles and says “didn’t i ask you a question?”

“t-thank you”

“good girl”

[flowerfreya]

Hockey AU

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Content: Reader is in a secret relationship with Simon, who is a famous hockey player. Simon is injured in this and the reader needs to see him.

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Simon is pissed. 

You can tell because he’s shit talking the other team. You see, Simon is usually quiet when he plays hockey. He’s focused. He just wants to play and win, but when his team starts losing, that when the shit talking starts.Simon is a sore loser, a hater to his core, and he knows that to throw off the other team is to shit talk. 

Simon is playing against a team that is okay , middle tier, they should be blowing them out the water instead the score is 2-1 and Simon has missed most of the shots that he took. You see him slam his stick on the ice, he does it so hard the stick breaks in half. 

The ref blows the whistle. That’s when you see the other player , wind back his hockey stick and swing it like a baseball bat to Simon's ankle. 

Simon’s ankle that been fucked up ever since his first game in professional hockey. The sports analysts talk about it every time that Simon has a game. Everytime Simon’s a little slow to goal they mention,”The ankle”. Meaning everyone knows that Simon aka Ghost on the ice has a bum ankle and the revival team just broke his stick against it. 

Simon doesn’t go down, but you see his back arch and then a yell. There is shoving from each side , a little bit of shit talking but not fighting yet. The player gets sent to the box and Ghost lines up and waits for the puck to drop. 

The ref blows the whistle and drops the buck but that seems like the least of their worries. Simon flings his stick to the side and throws off his gloves and just starts hammering the other team. In fact, all of them are fighting. Soap, Gaz, and Koing. You know how hockey players are, what that player did to Simon , it was like he did it to all of them and now they have to pay for that. 

You're not worried about Simon, he’s done this before and skated away. He probably won’t be able to walk tomorrow but you’ll just have to find a way to get him to stay in bed. 

The next play has you worried though. They are skating fast gaining traction then like a duel they start heading towards each other each pumping their legs trying to go as fast as possible but SImon already hurt, he’s always hurt , he never lets himself recover. He is always sore and stiff. 

The other player leans forward and bulldozers into Simon. 

Simon is on the ground, spinning, and then stops. The crowd lets out a collective gasp. You wait 15 seconds, you know the drill.He just got the wind knocked out of him, he’s fine. He will get back up. He doesn’t get back up. 

You start to move toward the tunnel, you know they won’t let you on the ice. Shit, they probably won’t let you in the tunnel. No one knows about you and Simon. Simon wants to tell everyone but his agent thinks it will hurt the Ghost persona he has. That means this relationship is just between you and him ( and maybe Soap … and Price … and Gaz, but he doesn’t know that and neither do you). 

You get there quick enough to beat the chaos that is about to ensue but you can only get so far before someone is stopping you. 

“Ma’am you can’t be back here, it’s a secure area”, the officer is looking at you strangely. You know you look crazy, wide eyes, and breathing too fast to be normal. But you know Simon is hurt. You know Simon is hurt, bad.And you need to see him. 

“Right”, you're trying to think fast , how can you get past him?How do you see Simon?, how to make sure he’s okay?

“You see I need to get back there, one of the player’s is hurt and I need to see him”

“You're on the medical team?”, he looks at you skeptical, he doesn’t believe you. Shit, you don’t believe you. 

“Yes”, you nod , you can hear the actual medical staff coming and you do something crazy. You dart past the security guard, you hear a hey!, but he can’t catch you. You wind up in the locker room and look for Simon’s cubicle and then you hid. 

You can hear Simon before you see him, “I’m fine, just took a hit , it’s hockey”, he growls. You hear Price say to him as calm as possible, “You passed out, we can’t allow you to go back”

“I’m fine, give me the head test, I’ll pass and you can put me back in”

“No” 

“Why?” 

“You try to go back out there , you’ll be missing more than this game”, Price answers back. 

That's when the security guard you ran past, whips into the room and asks if they have seen you, he describes you perfectly and they both shake their head, no. 

Simon waits till everyone clears out the room , before he calls your name, and you slip out of his locker. 

“First, you need to power wash this locker.Second, are you okay?”, you walk up to him trying to scan his body but he still has all his gear on making it harder to tell. 

Simon has never lied to you about being hurt and how much sometimes he just doesn’t want to do the work today, “My head feels like someone is taking a hammer and is just going to town”, he takes a seat and starts taking off his uniform. 

[minminbunny]

Ghost Roommate AU - Han Jisung/Gender Neutral! Reader

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You felt you blanket slowly slide off your shoulders. You furrowed your eyebrows and tugged the blanket back but there was an odd resistance. 'What the fuck,' you thought, lifting your head up. A pair of black hands slowly pulled themselves away. Your eyes widen, fear waking up your sleepy mind, "I'm just hallucinating," you whispered, clutching your plush. A soft whisper echoed in your ear, "I'm not a hallucination, darling," it said, sending shivers down your spine. A whimper escaped your lips, "Please don't hurt me," you whispered, praying to every god you knew. It chuckled, "How precious, I can hear your prayers from here," it said, smirking at your feeble attempt. You gulped, curling up, "What do you want from me?" you whispered, not wanting to know the answer.

Jisung smiled, "I just want company," he beamed, showing his true self. You blinked at him, "Eh?" you questioned, your eyes is disbelief as Jisung manifested himself. He stretched, arching his back, "It's been a while since this house had any attendants," Jisung said, reaching out his hand. You stared at him hand skeptical. Jisung whistled, "Right. I wouldn't be holding a random stranger's hand either," he said, nervously chuckling. You tilted your head, "What are you?" you asked, curious of the pers- no. Ghost? In front of you. Jisung smiled, "Well I'm a ghost. Like Casper, I'm friendly. I keep dust away from hard to reach places and stuff," he rambled, wanting to make a good impression with you. "So you're attached to the house?" you asked, trying to figure out why he's here. Jisung nodded, "Yeah. I've been here since the early 2000's but Halmeoni Yang says I act like a cheeky GenZ," he said, curious of your thoughts of him.

You raised an eyebrow, "Halmeoni Yang?" you asked, gradually lowering your guard. He nodded, "Your next door neighbor, she can see me too. She has two sons but their relationships are kinda messy," he said, over sharing once again. You nodded, "Okay," you whispered, trying to process everything. "Do you have a room or something?" you ask, wanting to know where he rests. Jisung nodded, "The guest room by the end of the hallway," he said, seeing you exhale deeply. You nodded, "I guess I have an rent free roommate then," you said, too tired to even cry about the insanity of the entire situation. Jisung beamed, "Yeah. I'll let you go back to sleep, sorry if I scared you," he said, gently patting your head. You yawned, burrowing your face into your plush, "Nite," you whispered, internally hoping it was a dream when you heard a soft whisper. "Sweet dreams, darling. We're going to have so much fun together," Jisung said, leaving the room.

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"It's cold, Ji," your whined, holding your legs apart. Jisung chuckled, thrusting his phantom tongue within your hole, "But your body is so fucking warm, darling," he purred, curling his tongue within your ribbed walls. "Hah, hah, ah," you moaned, bucking your hips to his thrusts. "Tsk, tsk. Does Master need to hold your needy hips down?" Jisung teased, wrapping his arms under your thighs in a tight hold. You mewled in relief, your hands free to claw against the bed. Jisung laughed, "You're so spoiled," he said, licking your puckering hole. You whined, "Please, please, please. Need you tongue inside," you begged, clenching around the air. Jisung smirked, aligning his mouth with your hole once more, "Don't forget to scream," he growled, burying his tongue deep within your fluttering throbbing hole. You arched your back, his name etched to your tongue as you moaned out. Your life blissful from being in love with a fucking ghost.

[perfectlysunny02]

Fuck it Friday👻

me and my ghost had a hell of a time excerpt!!!

“Christopher needs you,” Shannon whispers to him, and Eddie soothes him. Hold on, buddy, we’ve got you. “You need to fight, Buck. Fight. Get back to my boy.”

“I can’t,” He sobs to her. “I can’t. I can’t-”

“You can,” Shannon tells him, her hand reaching out to cup his cheek as if to comfort him. The smell of dirt makes him wanna gag. “You can. I need you to try. Crawl. Crawl, Buck. Now.”

He’s so sure he’s going to be sick from the pain, but he pulls himself forward. He has too. He doesn’t want to die out here.

tagging: @actuallyitsellie @whatisreggieshortfor @desert--moonchild @between-two-fandoms @twopercentboy @mintedwitcher @shyaudacity @theotherbuckley @tiltingheartand @tizniz @diazsdimples @wildlife4life @ciinnddinn @geniusjester @justtuesdays @kinard-buckley @notnowtobey @runicnotation @tevankinkley

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the wall between us

kinktober, day sixteen

a/n: ...yeah, this one is weird, but also kinda wild

summary: pov, you live in a cult where there is an impregnation ritual on your 18th birthday

warnings: steve harrington x reader, smut, cult au (they are both members), cult leader!jim hopper, weird birthday impregnation ritual, public sex, fem gloryhole, breed kink, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, forbidden romance

word count: 773

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“Always a blessed day when a flower blooms and becomes ready to expand on our wonderful family,” you heard Jim, your charismatic and adorn leader boast from the other side of the thin wooden wall, “now, gentlemen, let us bow our heads and pray, please, grant me the power to deduce who will bless this girl with a babe….” after a moment of dead silence, Hopper broke it with a loud, “ah! I can see it!” the others in the audience rumbled as he finally revealed, “it is you!”

“Me, sire?” a voice in the crowd cut through, sounding completely taken aback. 

“Yes, you bear the seed she needs, my child,” his proclamation prompted the other members to cheer loudly as you heard footsteps near. 

Laying on your back, legs resting up against the wall, you felt a gust of wind kiss your bottom that stuck out of the meticulous cut-out, indicating that a person had stepped up.  

“Hi,” he greeted in a hushed tone, the crowd still bustling from behind him. 

“Hello,” your fingers apprehensively fiddled with the fabric of your white dress, crumbled and gathered at your waist. 

“Uh, happy birthday.”

“Oh,” you blinked a second, surprised by his demeanour, “thank you.”

“Can I ask you something?” his low voice was clear, though his touch hadn’t found you yet.

“Sure.” 

“Are you nervous?” 

“A little, yeah,” you gnawed at your bottom lip, “I’ve just waited for this for a very long time… are you?”

“I know I shouldn’t be, but he’s just never picked me before, so…” he admitted, staying quiet a moment before checking, “is it alright if I begin?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” you rushed to say, adrenalin pumping through your veins. You sucked in a sharp breath as you felt his touch ghost over your skin, just your hip, the exposed part of you that was the furthest away from your core. Your fingers tightened their grip on your dress as his gentle touch slowly fluttered closer to your presented pussy, “is it strange that I wish I could see you?”

“Not at all,” he nearly chuckled, “I feel the same way,” his broad thumb came up to brush over your glistening folds, his touch staying ever so light as he tickled your clit. 

Just then, you heard a heavy pair of boots come near, “come on, son,” you heard Jim whisper into the man’s ear, “you haven’t got all day,” a threatening aura laced his tone, “complete the ritual,” a callused hand suddenly crept over your skin, “look,” and without warning, a finger plunged into you causing you to gasp, “she’s practically begging for you to pump her full,” momentarily curving his digit, he tickled a spot inside of you that made you shiver, “don’t make me pick somebody else,” though his controlling touch then faltered, parting ways by swiftly landing a sharp slap across your bottom, a hushed yelp bubbling from your lips. 

“I’m sorry, sire,” the man quickly apologised, hastily rushing to bury himself in you. 

Turning his attention back towards the crowd, Jim then roared, “and the ceremony has officially begun!” boisterous cheers promptly erupted, “soon we will be blessed with more abundance!” 

Keeping his voice low, you heard the man whisper as he bucked into you, “I’m sorry, I really wanted to do this differently, take our time…”

“It’s alright,” you breathed, “it’s how it's done…” your whole body rocked with each of his efforts to fulfil his duty. Planting your palm on the wood parting you two, where you presumed his visage was, you couldn’t help but imagine what he looked like… exactly the way his hips snapped into you… had his hair fluttered down to obscure his vision? Was he looking at you and you alone? Because if he looked anything like how he sounded or how he felt, then you couldn’t even begin to comprehend what that could mean, but what you did know was that it enticed you in a way you’d never felt before, “…maybe one day we’ll meet again and there won’t be a wall between us. Will you show me then how you had wished to do it?”

With a low and strangled moan, you felt him twitch inside of you and his movements quickly slow as he filled you up. 

“What’s your name?” he asked breathlessly. 

“Y/n,” you felt your heart flutter as you stared at the wall, “and yours?”

“Steve,” he whispered, his touch warm as his fingers fluttered over your goosebump-ridden flesh, “I’ll find you, Y/n. I don’t know how, I don’t know when, but I promise I won’t stop till I do.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[daniclaytcn]

What do you think are the fandom ~~classic buddie fics?

i think this is a very subjective opinion, but i can tell you which fics i really love and constantly re-read—and which, in my opinion, should be read by everyone in the fandom :)

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by @hmslusitania Rated M | 44k | Completed Summary: An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances—and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts—a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

a bleeding sun on a silver screen by rarakiplin Rated M | 130k | Completed Summary: One day, Buck will tell an interviewer that he would be happy to make movies with Eddie Diaz until the day he dies. But first, years before that, he sees Eddie for the first time on the set of Chimney’s fifth movie. (or, the actors au)

i want your midnights by @littlespoonevan Rated T | 36k | Completed Summary: In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

maybe we'll make something by @buckactuallys Rated E | 76k | Completed Summary: On a road trip with Christopher, Buck and Eddie finally work through their various traumas, and Eddie faces his parents again.

what a heart can do by @bvckandeddie Rated T | 86k | Completed Summary: In which Buck becomes the guardian of the daughter he never knew he had. Together, they discover what happiness truly means to them.

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston Rated T | 40k | Completed Summary: Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

Both Blade and Branch by @cal-daisies-and-briars Rated M | 62k | Completed Summary: The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

we're not in love (but the sex is good) by elless Rated E | 15k | Completed Summary: Eddie is new to LA. Feeling lonely, he goes to a bar for a drink and meets a beautiful stranger that kisses like a dream. What starts as a one night stand quickly moves to frequent no strings sex. When circumstances lead to them spending time together out of bed, Eddie realizes he’s attached to Buck in a way he never planned for.

for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes Rated M | 113k | Work in Progress Summary: The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

things we shouldn't do by Ingu Rated T | 21k | Completed Summary: The one where Buck and Eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there.

[bidisasterevankinard]

"Soulmate 3s au where Tommy accidentally tells Buck about Daniel"

I'm *sat* and listening

ok so here's a little pasrt of the main scene of the fic

“Hmmm, I’d said a broken shoulder for Tommy around two years ago. It felt so bad I cried for hours and it wasn’t even my pain,” Evan says, frowing his pretty face.

Tommy nodded remembering how bad it felt. He was hiking with a friend, till he saw a kid and danger and rushed to help. He did of course, but managed to fall from the three, breaking his shoulder. 

“I’d really wish to be here for him,” the smile that Evan sends him makes Tommy swallow so many words he wants to screen from roofroped but he’s not sure Evan is still ready for it. He’ll ask. Soon. For now just having Evan in his life is enough.

“And now the most interesting part of our program today, let me bet, it was the truck that literally was on your boy’s leg,” Howie winks and Maddie nudges his shoulder when Evan throws a napkin at him saying “too soon man”.

“Nuh, first you said the worst  pain when we weren't around. I was there helping to save him and all the rehabilitation,” Tommy says and everyone nods. He knows it's the perfect opening and he goes for it. Because he needs to be absolutely sure Evan is fine after what happened to him when he was 6 months old. And he just needs to know what exactly it was. He can’t live without knowing anymore.

“But it’s definitely his worst pain since he was 6. But no, I’d wish I was there for him when he was 6 months old and going through the worst pain that any baby should never feel. Can I know what it was by the way? Were you sick and needed some kind of treatment?” he looks at Evan who looks shocked at him. Everything is silent while Evan tries to find his words.

“To-Tommy, what yo-you talking about?”

“About the awful pain in your leg for a long time and aches for days after. I was 7 but still remember how I was crying in my nonna’s hands for hours.” Tommy says not seeing any recognition on Evan’s face.

“I was in the hospital when I was a baby just for check ups and vaccinations. Tell him Maddie” Evan turns to Maddie who looks like she sees the ghosts. “Maddie?” Evan’s voice changes to suspicious and his eyes go red. “ Do-do you know anything about this?”

Maddie puts her glass that she was holding not moving, turning to look at evan with her lip bitten and Tommy already knows he should have never asked. Because the truth seems too big to know. But at the same time? He is happy he asked. Evan deserves to know.

“You were in a hospital for your checkups and vaccinations, but not only,” Maddie swallows with tears in her eyes. “You were a healthy baby, but,” he voice cracks, and next thing she whispers if not the silence in the loft no one could have heard it, “Daniel wasn’t. He was our brother, Evan. He … he had leukemia. We-we basically lived in the hospital.”

[like-icarus-burns]

au where buck is like the ghost whisperer, talks to and sees ghosts and helps them move on when he has time, and otherwise owns a coffee shop that eddie starts going to after shannon dies and buck can see shannon following him around and she keeps talking to him as if he can hear her and for awhile buck is convinced that he can but eventually realizes that no, eddie can’t seem to hear his dead wife, can’t possibly because she keeps trying to will eddie into making a move on buck and buck is Struggling to figure out how to clue her in on being able to hear her or if he should just stay quiet and so for a while that’s what he does and then she makes a particularly lewd comment that has buck red from head to toe and she seems to catch on that he can hear her and it’s like the detective pikachu movie where she’s pikachu “finally someone who can hear me!” before promptly begging buck to help her help her would-be ex-husband move on because he deserves so much happiness after everything they’ve been through

i have no thoughts beyond this but. this is what i’m thinking about currently. fyi.

[plaguechyld]

Just imagine: It's 1869, you and your best friend, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Kagaya wanted to know more about his ancestor, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Muzan, the man was just 19 when he was murdered in his own office. No one knows how and when he exactly died, but it couldn't be longer than a month after his 19th birthday. You and your friend were walking through the halls, it was the middle of the night, Kagaya held a candle for light. As you and Kagaya walk through the dark halls, you notice something different about Muzan's portrait, his normally dark eyes glow in the night, the glow was a bright purple. You couldn't help bit feel a wind bries against your face. You and Kagaya looked at each other before going to the kitchen. You gasp at the sight, Kagaya looked at you confused. "What's wro...?" before he could continue his question, his eyes widen. He saw his ancestor, Kibutsuji Ubuyashiki Muzan, or well, his ghost. His back was faced towards you two, his hair reached his oretty waist, and you couldn't help but blush softly. He turned around, showing his ethereal face, his beautiful soft purple eyes staring towards you two. He slowly walked closer, his heeled shoes clacking on the wooden floor, his long black hair sculpting his face so beautifuly. He spoke in the same tone as Kagaya. "Who are you?" he asked while leaning closer towards your face. You blushed as the man wrapped his arms around your neck, a smirk on his pale face as he looked at Kagaya, who was already backing away. He didn't wish to see his ancestor and best friend potentially having sex in front of him. "Good luck!" he shouted at you before running away, not wishing to be traumatized.

Oh god you are FEEDING me, mootie. But yes this is such a cool idea. I hope you don’t mind me finishing the sex scene lol

Contains: Bottom!Muzan, Top!Reader, AMAB reader, Ghost?Muzan, Some sort of AU, monster fucking, belly bulge, Physical communication, Non verbal consent (there’s still consent), Muzan being fucked in a fancy stone corridor by his descendant’s best friend.

Muzan wrapping his arms around your neck and bringing his cold and lifeless body closer to your own as Kagaya runs from the scene. Your hands find the ghost's waist, surprised that you can even hold onto him. His smirk would widen as his blood red eyes narrow in a sultry look. Your hands eventually stroke his slim waist and eliciting a soft groan from the black haired man's lips. He leaned his head into your neck, his cold breath hitting your neck. You weren't entirely sure if it was even his breath or some supernatural ability he had. He pressed the front of his body against yours and looked at you with a side glance. There was an undeniable neediness in his gaze that you easily picked up on. "Please.." Muzan mumbled into the crook of your neck, his legs shifting slightly in anticipation of your touch. A smile grew on your face as you pressed the spirit against the cold wall of the corridor, making his cheek press against the stone. His palms pressed against the smooth surface and he let out a little gasp when he felt your warm lips on the back of his neck. It had been so long since he had felt any type of warmth, having died centuries ago. He arched his back so that his stomach pressed against the wall as well. He tried to look back at you but because of his position he could barely see you. His body hitched when he felt your hand rub one of his hips, undoing his pants and slipping them down. He let out a soft groan when he felt you rubbing his hardening cock, his hips buck into the warmth instinctively and search for more of the feeling. His legs shake from the feeling of you removing his underwear and palming his cock bare. Your hand curls around the base and slowly pumps it, ripping sweet moans from the ghost's lips. His back arched further and he pawed at the stone wall helplessly. He swallowed thickly as you sped up the pace of your actions, his legs shaking more and his moans growing louder. You merely smile at how you've been able to reduce your best friend's ancestor into a whimpering mess with only a few gentle touches. Once again, the pace of your hand movements speed up, leaving Muzan aching for more, for something deeper. He let out an impatient whine, trying to tell you to speed up. He desperately wanted you deep inside him and he wanted to feel the sweet release he had been robbed of for so long. He blushes when he hears you let out a quiet chuckle at his antics.

However, you do not keep him waiting for long as you unbuckle your belt and allow your pants to pool at your feet. You tap two of your fingers against Muzan’s lips and he wordlessly opens his mouth so they can enter. He sucks on the digits, coating them with saliva quickly. He lets out little groans around your fingers when your free hand finds his hip. Your hand gives little squeezes all along the exposed skin of Muzan’s hip, eliciting a new sound for each action. Soon enough you remove your fingers from his mouth and move them down to his hole. You insert one and then another soon after. His eyes roll back from the feeling of being stretched for the first time in centuries. You work your fingers in deeper while his body welcomes the warmth, clamping down every time your move deeper. Soon enough, he lets out a little yelp of pleasure, alerting you to the place of his prostate. His legs tremble as you continuously stimulate the sensitive spot and his moans grow louder in volume and more frequent.

Before he can cum from your skilled fingers, you pull them out. He whines at the loss, temporarily dissatisfied. However he let out a tiny whimper as he felt the head of your cock pushing against him. He nodded his head quickly, pushing back on you with his hips. It had been a long time since he had taken anyone and had since grown sensitive and the stretch was no longer familiar. He gasped as you began to push in, his hands pawing at the wall again as he fought with himself on whether to try and run from the overwhelming stimulation or push back and get more. However the choice is shortly made for him as your hand holds him steady by his stomach. He whines from the feeling of being filled, his legs shaking even more from the powerful sensation.

“Please it’s too deep! I- Oh..~” He complained though he rocked his hips against you. You smiled, feeling the bulge in his stomach from you. You pressed down on the area, making him squeal in surprise and enjoyment. Soon, you started moving, your thrusts were gentle and slow at first but soon got faster, harder and deeper. You would rub his hips every time you sped up, easing him through it. His moans grew louder in volume, echoing off the walls of the empty corridor. As you thrust harder and harder into the spirit, you were met by sobbing sounds joining the mix of moaning and creating a chorus of explicit sounds that met the slightly chilly air of your surroundings. His wordless pleas grew more desperate and you could tell he was getting close to his orgasm. You were growing close too with him clamped down so tightly around you.

You let out your own quiet groans and breathy moans into Muzan’s ear, spurring him on in his desperate attempt at release. He squirmed slightly, legs barely holding his weight anymore. He practically screamed as he came, white staining the wall along with his stomach. He let out a few sobs as you fucked him through his orgasm, tears spilling down his flushed cheeks. You came shortly after, groaning while you filled him. He nearly collapsed after that, had you not caught him. You pressed a loving and gentle kiss to his temple and he could only weakly lean into the touch, looking for more comfort after such intense sensations. You lifted him into your arms and dressed him, ignoring the fact that your cum would probably get on his pants. You pull your own pants back up and then began walking down the hallway, the passed out ghost snuggling up to you.