#ghost!charles blackwood x fem!reader

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 4

Summary:  things heat up with both Jake and Charles

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader X Ghost!Charles Blackwood

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, teasing, pussy worship, simulating sex, toy play, ghost possession, breeding kink, daddy kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, a bit of degradation, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

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“Stop,” you giggle, running away from Jake.  He was supposed to be dusting, and here he was trying to kiss along your neck.  Charles rolls his eyes from his chair.  You were exquisite, but he had to continue to watch this man child with you.

“Jacob quit,” his arms wrap around you in the kitchen, picking you up before placing you on the counter.  Running his hands up and down your thighs, “What?”

“Can we repeat last night?”

“Yes,” he connects his fingers to the button on your shorts, but you push his hands away, “Later.  Right now, we’re cleaning.  Later I will reward you,” his head drops down into your lap, and he fake cries a moment, “You’re acting silly.”

Yes you are.  This is a ridiculous man.  I’m going to possess you.  Do you even know how to control your cock yet?  Or did your balls just drop?

Jake twists his head, and he starts kissing over the crotch in your jeans.  Inhaling your scent deeply, while Charles’ mouth goes slack.  You let out a soft little moan, and Jake continues his motions.  Pushing apart your thighs as he kneels in the floor.  Now flattening his tongue to lick up the thick denim.  It wasn’t what he really wanted, but it would do.  

Get off of her for fuck’s sake.  Get off.  And you, Charles points his finger at you as you lean back on your elbow.  Your fingers carding through Jake’s hair, and you give him a little tug at the roots.  You are offering yourself up to him.  Have you no shame.  That is supposed to be for me.

“What was that Giggles,” Jake asks, pulling away, and you try to tug him back.  “We should get back to work.”

Yes, you should.

“Jake!” Charles groans right along with you, but with a different tone, his was of annoyance yours was yearning, but Jake just walks out of the room.  Standing in front of Charles’ portrait, and he grimaces at it.  “Jake, fuck me!” You scream, running into the formal sitting room.

“Nope.  We have work to do,” he continues cleaning up the room.  Clearly avoiding Charles’ chair.  “Can we just get rid of that?”

NO!  That is mine!

“Why?”

Exactly, she knows, stupid boy.  

“Because it belonged to him.  Do you ever get the feeling he’s watching you or us?”

You nod your head with a grin, walking over to his chair, and Charles quickly sits down in it.  This was his spot.  “The first night here I was frustrated.  You and I were just flirting around, but I needed your cock.”

“Oh?  And what did you do?”

I fucked her.

“I got off thinking about you.”

It was really my cock that got her off.  Don’t listen to her.

“I had my legs spread wide, and a toy buried right to the base.  Fucking myself so hard,” Charles rolls his eyes, but then you turn around, somewhat squatting over his chair.  Your ass now in his lap, and his eyes roll back in his head.  “Have you dreamed of fucking me in this chair.”

I have.

“Yes, but it belongs to him.”

Damn right.

“You don’t see yourself sitting on this throne while I bounce over your cock?” Charles’ hands grab tight to your hips.  You might be putting on a show for Jake but your body does in fact slam down on his lap.  His mouth nips on your neck, and you whimper.  Charles smirks over at Jake, letting his hand drift down your front.  Palming you over your jeans.  

“Are you scared, Jakey?”

He should be.

Jake nods, but stops closer.  You spread your thighs a bit more, and Charles loves this.  He’s touching you, while Jake looks like a lost puppy staring at your motions.  “Won’t you fuck me on this chair?”

Absolutely not!  Not unless my cock is in your ass.  No.  Princess, I will quit touching you.  You won’t cum.  You keep teasing this child, and I won’t fuck you in your sleep.  

“Hmm?”

“I think that we should just let that be Charles’ chair,” you stop your movements, and stand up in defeat.  “But there’s the couch.  The floor.  Ooh, look at that chaise lounge.  The kitchen table.  I was getting you good and wet on the kitchen counter.  Oh!  What about the bathroom?  Or even the formal dining room table.  That table is so big, we can do it all the ways.  Those stairs look interesting.”

“Jake?”

Don’t you dare say it.

There’s so much you want to tell your goofy man, and in some ways you already had.  But this is different.  Those three words would mean something else entirely, and you don’t know if you're ready to change the tone of your relationship.  Soon.  Because it was not a lie, “You’re adorable.  Now, let’s get back to work.”

You come out of the shower, seeing Jake stand beside your bed, before he turns holding up a thick clear jelly dildo, and you want to recoil in on yourself, “What is this?”

“You know,” you casually answer, but avoid his eyesight.

Man, why are you worried about toys?  Fuck her to sleep, so I can fuck her.  

“Is this what you used when you thought of me?” You nod your head, attempting to pull the phallic toy out of his hands.  “Nope, you wait.  And how did my cock measure up to this?”

While you’re not small, stupid boy, that toy is massive.  Get rid of it.

“So much better,” Charles groans, and sits down on the bed.  He lays back on your pillows, hands resting behind his head while he listens to this silly conversation.  “Why are you asking?”

“I wanna see.”

What!  “Why?”

“Because, I want to see what you look like taking a thick cock.  Plus, it’s clear.  Do you think I’ll get to see your walls clenching down around it?  Like see you in action.  Close up and personal.”

I’m listening, Charles sits up, nodding his head at you.  His hand rubs on top of the covers, while you just bite at your lip.  Stop playing coy.  Get on this bed.

“Why do you want to see that?”

“Because, you have a pretty pussy.  It’s a shame that I only see it hugging my own cock.”

Oh!  You want to see her fuck a ghost?

He walks over to you, slowly sliding the cock into your mouth.  Pumping past your plump lips as he leads you to the bed.  Stripping off the towel that keeps you covered, and lays you down on the bed.  His hands caress up and down your legs, before spreading your thighs, and he stares down at your glistening cunt.  He pulls the toy out of your mouth, and slaps it up against your clit.

Gliding the toy through your wet folds, and teases the tip at your entrance, “Oh, I can see all right.  See this pretty little hole start to gape,” you sit up, trying to look as well, but Jake moves the toy, and spits on your desperate cunt.  You whine at him, getting excited about how assertive he was being.

Okay, I’ll give you that one.  That was hot.  Now, fuck her.

“Giggles, you gonna watch me split you open with this,” you nod your head as Jake slowly pushes through.  Your hole amazingly spreads and takes the thick girth of the toy.  Getting wider with every inch until it’s pushed through right to the base.

Yep.  I like that.  Him and Jake move closer to your pussy.  Your walls seize around the cock, shocked at how much this was turning you on.  Charles’ fingers move to your clit, and rubs soft circles over the bean.  She likes when you play with all of her.

“Jake, fuck me.”

With the toy. Don’t listen to her.  Just fuck her with the toy.

He slowly moves the toy in and out of you, and both men let out a shocked moan at how wet you were making the toy.  His slow pumps into you were maddening.  They felt so good, but there was a need for him to really fuck you.  

She wants it hard.  Here, Charles’ hand fuses with Jake’s and he forces the man to slam that cock into you.  His hand rolling it into your sweet spot.  The blunt tip rapidly hits over it in such a beautiful, and yet sinful way.  It was almost shameful the way he was making you feel.  It wasn’t Jake, but this felt better than when you used it on yourself.  

Your back arches off the bed, and the men move even closer.  Gazing as your muscled walls contract on the clear cock.  Their hands shoving it even deeper, and your voice sings out a string of nonsensical words.  Trying to close your legs when it gets to be too much, but they push your legs back apart.  “I’m making you feel so good.”

We are making her feel good.  Keep pushing her past her limits.  Go on, Charles picks up the pace, until your body is writhing at the feeling.  Fingers grabbing onto the blanket, and you lift your ass off the bed, your juices squirting on the both of them while you scream out, “Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank!  You!”

Jake and Charles pull that dildo out of you so fast, and stare lovingly at your gaping hole.  “Jake, I want you.”

Fine, Charles steps into Jake’s body, and the other man coughs as if he’s choking on something.  Holding onto his throat as he gets adjusted to the temperature change.  I could have done that slower, but she and her cunt are begging to be fucked.  Now take that cock of yours and fuck her.  

“Jake?”

Oh good grief man, Charles pulls him closer to your body, and Jake shivers.  His whole body trembles, and he pops his neck awkwardly.

“Jake, are you okay?”

He’s fine.  You’re right…there, Charles pulls Jake’s body forward, and slams his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to him, but both you and Jake sigh with satisfaction.  Jake’s body becomes more of his own, and his eyes focus back on you.  See, you just needed her warmth.  Now fuck her.  I want babies.

“I want babies,” Jake says out loud.  One hand slams onto the headboard, while the other makes a fist to prop him up.  “I want babies with you.”

“Maybe in a year or so.”

No, now.

“Why wait?  We know that we’re good together.  You bought this big house for what reason?  To fuck in all the rooms?  Or let someone fuck a baby int this pretty pussy  in all the rooms.”

“I mean,” you stutter, trying to think, but you couldn’t with Jake’s pounding.  You had thought about babies with Jake, but it was only last night that you knew what his cock felt like.  “Yes, but…why not wait?”

Because I want babies.

“Because I want babies.”

Good boy.

“Be a good girl,” Jake says as his hips roll into your own.  His cock stretches you out in a different way from the toy, and you start to see stars.  Is this what a breeding kink felt like?  Vulnerable and ready to give him babies at this moment, but the thought of things happening so quickly, making this part less sweet.  You wanted to learn Jake.

“Be a good girl, and just listen to daddy.”

That was off script.  I did not say that.  But I like it.

“Yes, daddy,” your eyes gloss over, and both Jake and Charles go feral.  Jake crashes his other hand on the headboard, and his thrusts were so much harder.  Animalistic in nature, but his eyes still shown down at you with that dopey loving quality.  

His pelvis kept stimulating your clit, and you go weak.  He was hitting all of your spots.  Making you feel so good.  A harsh thrust, and still so loving.  So hard and demanding, but making sure you were getting off.  

The pictures on the walls start to shake, but Jake just goes harder.  “You’re close,” you nod your head up at him.  Your hands start to rub over his chest.  Wrapping around his neck, and you wrap your legs around him, and you pull him closer.  You wanted to feel every inch of Jake.  “Tell me.  I wanna hear you tell me.”

“Jake?”

Yeah, she’s fucking close.  She’s so tight.  Our seed is going to mix together, and we’re going to have beautiful hybrid babies.  I don’t even know what that means.  But a baby born of ghost and human.

“Giggles?”

“Jake?  I-I-I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

Right there.  Right fucking there.  We’re gonna blow our load in you, Princess.  So much cum.  But I want to fuck it back into you.

“Jake!  I-I-I’m cumming!”

Your walls grip tight to his cock, and his seed spills into your abused cunt.  There felt like so much.  You were full.  Filled to the brim.  Jake doesn’t let his cock soften inside of you, but instead pulls out.  He watches your cunt leak of his and Charles’ spunk before shoving it back into your tight channel.  Cupping your mound, he smiles down at you.  “We gotta keep it in there.”

Oh that’s smarter than my plan.  Yes, keep that inside of you.  Princess, you’re going to be the prettiest cumdump until you are swollen with…well with a child.  It better be mine.  My sperm is superior.

“Jake, i love you.”

Oh!

“I love you, too,” he tells you before giving you a soft kiss.  Deepening the kiss when you start grinding your hips on his hand.  The base of his palm is the perfect spot to hit your bundle of nerves.

Does this mean we’re doing it again?  More sperm means more baby possibilities.

“Let’s try again.  Just to make sure it takes,” you look down at Jake’s cock, already hard again, and still coated in his jizz.  Giving him a nod, but he lays back, and brings your body with him.  “This time, make daddy proud and ride him like a good girl.”

“Yes, daddy.  Always wanna make you proud.”

Oh, I like this view.  Yes, Princess ride over your daddies’ cocks.  We’re fucking you everyday until your swollen and beautiful with our child.  Yes, I said our, you stupid runt.

I’m glad you finally acknowledge I’m part of this as well.

Don’t get used to being in my head.

Aren’t you the one in my head?

Oh shut up, and fuck my Princess.

My Giggles.

“Jake,” your hands press down on his chest, and his cloudy eyes clear again.  “You’re acting weird.”

He smacks at your ass, chuckling when you yip, “This is just a lot, Princess Giggles.  I’ve got to get used to it.”

Fine, I’ll settle for that name.

Shut up!  Enjoy this tight cunt.

You’re right, stupid boy, Jake growls, but continues to watch you like the perfect woman you were.  You were riding him like a pro, your sweet noises were almost pornographic as you used his, and Charles’ body, to make you feel so good.  So so good.

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Misguided Ghosts Masterlist

Charles wants you, but Jake saw you first. Now the ghost of the house you bought has to compete with your best friend, and he’s very jealous of the hold that Jake has on you. Maybe if they could live with you in harmony, but neither men want to share your time. And both of the perfect idea of what’s right for you…and themselves.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

A/N:  This is just a fun little loving ghost story.  Do not take this seriously.  There will be smut, and ghost smut, don’t come at me.  I love the angry Charles playing off the dynamic of Jake.  There is themes of obsession, mutual pining, somnophilia, ghost sex, and the cutest nerd you ever did see!

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 2

Summary:  Jake comes to help out in your new house

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, somnophilia, fingering, air humping, pissy Charles, mutual pining, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2K

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Letting out a soft sigh, you peek your eyes open in the gray room. You felt wrecked. Your body used in an almost unholy way. Flipping towards your side, you know that your late night masturbation, and dreaming of the man over your fireplace had you feeling off. “What did you do to me?” You ask, closing your eyes. Charles nods his head while staring at your spent body. You were going to be perfect for him, and all alone.

You loved it. Every time his body would slither in between your legs, you would open your thighs wide, ready to take him. Lucky for him you felt it was just an erotic dream. What luck he had. He couldn’t wait for every time your eyes started to drift close. He would have his way again and again, until it took. If it could. He wasn’t sure.

He was sure that he came in you. Watched his almost translucent spunk ooze out of your body. But would it be enough?

You groan as a geeky little diddy lights up your phone. The theme song to Game of Thrones only meant one thing. Reaching over onto the bedside table, you just answer, not saying a word, “Giggles!”

“Shh, not so loud, Jakey.”

“Okay, listen. Like, I’m thinking I’m almost there, but…okay, there’s this Addams Family house up on the hill.”

“That’s the one,” a soft smile prints on your face, realizing your ridiculously handsome and sexy best friend was just down the hill. Throwing your covers off you, you search for some shoes to put on. Not caring about your appearance, Jake has seen you at your worst.

“So, I just drive up to the house on Haunted Hill? And then, I get to see your gorgeous face?”

“Yes, cutie! Now, let’s go.”

Cutie? Charles’ eyes dart around the room, before he leaves his portrait. Who were you talking to? Why did your smile get bigger? And you were just sore, and now you were dancing around down the stairs.

“There’s this giant gate. Never mind,” he whispers when you go to have them open. “Am I really at the right place? Colonel Mustard isn’t going to whack me in the head with a candlestick in the library, right?”

“No, I would never be Colonel Mustard, Jakey,” his ridiculously yellow hummer pulls into the drive, and you have to calm your breathing. Even when he jumps out and those gigantic arms are right there, and ready for you to just pinch and hold. Pretending you weren’t in love with him, by saying he’s your best friend. You wanted all of Jake.

“Jake!” You scream running down the porch steps, and bouncing into his arms. “I thought you weren’t coming for another week,” he smelled amazing. His arms wrap around your chest, and hold you tight into him. He didn’t realize just how attractive he was.

Get rid of him. Charles did not like this man. You were his. He stares hard at Jake, but he never makes any romantic gestures. That was working in this stupid man’s favor. But he was holding you too tightly. And you were his!

“Yeah, well, the bimbo…”

“Jacob, I told you, you’re the bimbo in the relationship, you can’t date another one. They don’t deserve you anyways,” he sets you down onto the ground, and Charles spots it. His hand coasts down to your waist, settling at your hips. His fingers twitch around wanting to hold you closer. He wanted you pressed up against him again.

“I know. You’ve told me before. Next girl I date, I’ve got to get your approval. Ahh!” Jake screams pointing at the steps. Charles nervously waits, thinking that he had been spotted. Some humans could see ghosts without being made available to them. “A black cat! You literally bought Leatherface’s house.”

“Leatherface is modern,” you groan, pulling at his hand, and that goofy man smirks as you pull him into the house. “This is historic. It’s gorgeous. It needs work, but,” you open up the door, and Jake lets out a sound of awe. “The space! It’s close to town, but far enough away, so when there’s children…I mean, if I have kids, it’s like they live in this castle.”

Blackwood Manor! Charles screams into Jake’s ear. Jake grimaces, rubbing into his ear. “You okay, Handsome?”

“Yeah. This place slightly gives me the creeps. Who ya gonna call, am I right?” His mouth turns up in that crooked smile, as a laugh huffs past his lips. “Look at that chair!” His voice growls out as he walks towards a sitting chair.

Do not let him sit in my chair! Charles’ hand touches your own, and you shake your head at Jake.

“No, that chair stays empty.”

“Odd request. Is there something I should know?” His hand pets over the arm, giving you his best crazed smile.

“It just feels wrong. I think it’s his,” you start to walk up the stairs, and Jake bounds after you.

“Who is he?” You don’t answer. You just giggle walking up the stairs. “Giggles! Giggly box! Who is he?”

“Wait,” your laugh was so heartwarming to Jake. He could get used to it. Could listen to it daily.

“I just have so many questions. A creepy house like this has to have such a history. It’s so retro, but then also it’s eerie, no?”

This is my home! You need to get rid of him! I don’t like him! He’s touching you and looking at your ass! He gives you no respect! Only one man in this household!

You glance back at Jake, stopping on the stairs. He was in fact looking at your ass, and not paying attention to what you were doing, and ran into your back. “Ah, why are you stopping?”

“What were you doing?”

“Counting the steps. It’s a tick of mine,” he answers quickly, looking away from your rear end. You were always going to have to walk in front of him.

How many are there?

“How many steps then?”

“There's twenty-seven. It’s an odd number. I don’t like it,” he awkwardly smiles at you when you bite your lip.

He’s lying! There’s twenty-four. He was looking at your ass!

Judging by his awkward smile, and his fidgeting hands, you had caught him. And you didn’t care, you would rather have him touching your ass. “If you say so. Now,” grabbing at his hand you pull him into the room that you decided would be your own. Opening the door wide, Jake jumps backwards at the portrait. “There he is. Charles Blackwood.”

I’m the handsome one.

“It’s looking at your bed.”

“He is,” you laugh. You can’t believe you brought him in here with your room and bed a mess.

“Did you have company last night?” His voice seemed sad, and you look at him oddly, shaking your head.

I fucked her all night last night! Had that cunt hugging my cock all night long. That’s why she was sleepy, and you ruined everything!

“Why are you asking?”

“It’s just…your bed’s a mess,” Jake’s feet shuffle around, and he looks back over towards Charles. “Maybe it���s his fault.”

It is! I had her gripping onto the sheets, crying at how good I made her feel. You could never! Now leave!

“I don’t think he likes me,” Jake stares at the portrait. The hair on his back starts to prickle up, and he scratches at his neck. “I’m gonna turn him around.”

Don’t you dare! That is mine!

“Suit yourself,” continuing to make your bed, and unaware of the tantrum that your ghost man of the house was pitching. Jake gives a nod to the portrait facing the wall now. “It looks like he’s in a timeout. What do you think he was like?”

I was handsome! I will live like that in eternity, and we will have the most beautiful hybrid babies of mine. But he needs to go! Get rid of him!

“I don’t want to talk about him.”

What?

Jake walks over to your body, grabbing your hips to pull you closer to him, “Jake?”

“I bet there’s an amazing old record player with these scratchy albums that would make the most amazing music for us to dance to, or,” he stutters out, getting a whiff of your perfume from the day before. It still smelled so perfectly sweet, and so very you. “Or y’know, just clean up this filthy place.”

It’s not filthy! It’s old. No one has lived here with me. I can’t clean.

“It has character. Let’s work on your room,” you gulp up at him.

“Or, if there’s more important things. We don’t need to worry about making you a room. I mean, the bed is big enough. We’ve slept in the same bed before. It is big enough,” he was repeating himself, and becoming more nervous with each moment. Ugh, why did you make him nervous?

No! No! This is our bed! You keep him out!

“Yeah,” you whisper, nodding your head. This was not at all how Charles had envisioned his life with you. You were to take him every night. He was exhausted trying to keep Jake away from his things. He was tainting this house. Charles saw the way you stared at him, and the need you felt to please him, it sickens Charles. You were supposed to do that with him! Only him!

He needs to go!

Charles’ fingers drift up your leg, settling in between your thighs as he works on your bundle of nerves. Careful to stand on the side of the bed, seeing how Jake was on the bed with you. You would see Charles Blackwood was better suited for you. His fingers drift lower and into your drenched folds.

His free hand starts to undo his shirt, and he starts panting, when your breathing turns labored. Maybe he could pull this off. Have you with Jake beside him. Maybe. Your whimpering though, wakes Jake. He sits up a bit in the bed staring at your body. Your skin glimmering with your sweat. Those pretty little sounds echoing off your lips. “What’s got cha worked up, Giggles.”

Me!

Jake bites at his lip, he knows he shouldn’t touch you. Knows he should just enjoy whatever wet dream you were having, but he needs to feel you. His hand gets closer to your core, and Charles lets out a growl.

Don’t you dare! This is mine! I made her this wet.

Jake goes into a zone, touching on your sex, and everything else disappears.

I do it better! Charles pushes his fingers deeper into you, while Jake rubs gently over your little nub. A salacious moan fills up the room, and Jake’s cock strains under his boxers. You looked so pretty like this.

Quit touching her! This is my princess!

“You’re so wet,” Jake laments as his fingers push into your warmth. “Fuck!” He can’t believe how wet you were. How tight your cunt was, and just how your body moved with his motions. “Wow.”

I did this! Get out!

Your eyes start to flutter, and Jake pulls back. “This is wrong.”

Exactly! Leave her alone! What?

Your body turns to the side, throwing a leg over Jake, and you start grinding over him, “You’re killing me, sweetheart. But I’m gonna let you,” he was rock hard watching you. Your slick coating his thigh, and unbeknownst to him, Charles stares angrily at the moment.

I hate you! But Charles doesn’t leave. He just watches how desperate you were for touch. He got you that hot, but Jake gets to feel you.

His voice mixes with yours, creating a lewd and sensual theme song to your mutual pinings. Charles is furious. Jake’s hips jut upward, matching your speed perfectly. “Right there, Giggles,” he pants, trying to envision you bouncing over top of his cock. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” his voice starting to trail off with every thrust into the air.

“Jake,” you whisper, a hard and nasty grind over him making you come undone.

“Yeah,” he whispers as he cums untouched. “Yeah, that was incredible,” he looks towards you and pouts, “And you won’t even remember it! This isn’t fair.”

I fucked her all night the first night, you pathetic weasel! She is mine! Now, I must get rid of you.

“Jake,” you whisper again. Jake wraps his arm around your back, and pulls you closer to him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me. And I will give you babies, and we can live in your creepy house.”

My house! My babies!

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 1

Summary:  Charles likes watching you

Pairings:  Ghost!Charles Blackwood X Reader

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, female masturbation, sex with a ghost, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, breeding kink, possessive kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  860

A/N: If you read last years Spectrophilia one shot, this chapter isn’t necessary, but it is setting the scene

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You got so lucky when the Blackwood manor came on the market.  A beautiful estate that had been left abandoned.  Sure, there was minor things that needed to be fixed, but as your dad would say, ‘Lipstick and rouge, sweetheart.’  While it would take time, it would be worth it.

The first day you spent mostly just cleaning up a bedroom for you to sleep in.  Removing the sheets off the furniture and walls, uncovering a portrait of an extremely handsome man.  Charles Blackwood carved at the bottom.  “Well, Charles.  Looks like it’s just me and you now,” you talk to the painting.  “Just don’t stare at me as I change handsome.”

You continue to clean up, feeling like you’re being watched.  You twist around quickly, the painting the only eyes you see, “I told you not to stare at me, Charles.  Or should I call you Charlie?”  a chill runs up your spine, and you assume it’s best to keep him at Charles.  

Finishing up the bedroom, you decide it’s time to bathe.  “Listen, sir, I’m going to take a bath, so I need you to stay here.  Are we clear?” of course the stupid thing isn’t going to answer.  It’s just a painting.  Walking into the bathroom you settle into the claw bathtub, dreaming of how grand this house must have been in its glory days.  

When you walk back into the room, that painting is still demanding on your attention, “Alright sugar.  I’ve got to sleep.  You’ll watch over me though, right?  God, I’m so lonely I’m talking to a fucking painting.  You are quite attractive though, Charles.  Well goodnight.”

You wake up at 3:00am, your hands massaging at your entrance, and you look up at Charles.  “Did you do this to me?” you ask, already panting.  “Might as well make the most of it.”

You continue to stimulate yourself.  Your fingers creating soft circles on your clit, “Waiting for that slow buildup,” you tell your painting friend.  Sliding down two fingers you enter them into your tight hole.  Pumping them in and out, and heating yourself up even more.  “I wish it was your fingers, handsome.”

“Why didn’t you say so?”

You gasp looking over on the other side of the room, Charles in all his copper haired glory.  “What?”

“You saw me watching you.  Talked to me all day.  Started touching yourself to my image, and now you’ve invited me to finish the job.”

“There’s no way…did you not die?  And how do you still look like that?”

“Shh…can I not just take care of you?” he asks, taking off his clothes and you gulp seeing just how chiseled he actually is.  “Well, princess, you gonna let me take care of you?  Or at least pull the covers down so I can see how wet I make that cunt.”

You nod your head, opening up the blankets to allow him in.  A chill surrounds him, and you just know you’re dreaming.  Falling asleep from pleasuring yourself.  “I’m just gonna enjoy it.”

“And I’ll make sure you do.”

His almost translucent body crawling over your own, and the chill from him makes you shiver, “You get used it,” he tells you, his lips kissing all over your body.  The way he makes you feel, mixed with the chill every time he touches you makes your hairs stand on end.  “It’s been so long, princess.  Do I get to keep you?”

“Yes, as long as you make me feel this good,” your body already giving into him.

He gives you an evil grin, “This is nothing,” his hands adjust your body, spreading your thighs further apart.  His hand roams through your folds, “Already ready for me.  You’re just as lonely and horny as me, huh?”

“Yes, Charles just fuck me.”

A darkness creeps over his eyes, “Be polite.  Ladies don’t say fuck.”

“Please, Charles, I need you.”

He eases his icy cock through you, you’re crippled with pleasure.  Mewling with every inch into your body, and when he bottoms out, he removes himself quickly, only to slowly enter back in.  Driving you crazy with all the senses he’s making your body feel.  Every part of you wants to scream the nastiest profanities, but you fear Charles would halt his movements.  So you just allow yourself to make those sweet sounds.

Charles body trembles when he feels your walls flutter.  “Princess,” his voice begs.  Your fingers assist him by stimulating your clit.  Racing for your release, and when your close, you pull Charles down for a spine-tingling kiss.  Feeling warmth for the first time since he’s been near you.  “Ghosts do that?”

“Only for you, princess.  Now get some sleep.  You’ll need it for when you’re carrying my child,” you don’t hear the last part.  You were barely awake as it was.  A fever dream of a ghostly Charles fucking into you.  But he knows better.  He’s keeping you.  Keeping you here, and keeping you nice and round with his hybrid babies.  “I’ll keep you forever princess.”

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 5

Summary: Charles and Jake have fun

Pairings: Jake Jensen X Reader X Charles Blackwood

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, somnophilia, unprotected sex, ghost sex, PIV sex, fingering, fingering/sex simultaneously, double vaginal penetration, pinching, biting, breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

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Insufferable little maggot. Charles groans as his body crawls up the bed. Slowly he peels down the sheet that was laying over you and Jake. That man child had his arm wrapped around you, and his face buried in your neck.

It was disgusting having to literally watch him finger fuck the two of your to sleep. One orgasm was never enough for Jake. He didn’t care that he had spilled in you, his fingers were right back in your cunt, shoving his spend back in there, while trying to make you come over and over again.

Now you were a sloppy mess, but your legs were still spread. Ready to take Charles. He knows he’s getting close. Knows that you’re going to announce your pregnancy soon. Jake will get to think that he’s growing in your womb, but it is your friendly fucking ghost that did all the work.

He stands on his knees in front of you, taking out his thick cock, and gives you a smile, Jake can have your heart. I just want you to breed. Lowering himself down, he pushes right through your walls, and a desperate mewl rises out of your mouth.

He looks over at Jake, and the stupid boy hadn’t even moved. There was no way he could protect you. Definitely couldn’t keep you from him. He rolls his hips into you softly, watching your pretty face turn up in pleasure. He didn’t care how fucked out you became, you would take him.

You’d learn to take every bit of him. And that stupid cunting ‘boyfriend’ of yours would just learn to watch. Charles knew he liked watching. Caught him once before stroking his cock to his invisible self fucking uou. What did he even think was happening to you? Why would you serve up that perfectly beautiful pussy just to simulate fucking? No. You needed this and needed it every day.

Everyday until it sticks.

He rubs his hand over your stomach, swearing he can already feel his baby boy growing inside of you.

Charles Blackwood III. He’s going to be so handsome. So regal and he’ll squish that stupid man child of yours like a bug.

You bite at your lip and release a pornographic moan. Jake lifts off you, thinking he was still fingering you, but finds you sprawled out, and your tits bouncing with Charles’ thrust.

Can’t even fuck her properly.

It was odd looking at your cunt gaping wide, with no cock in it. Your walls move with his force, and Jake is but a curious cat. He sits up, and looks through Charles’ body. “This is enlightening. So you just walk in here and start fucking her?”

“That’s the plan. Get your head away from my ass!” Charles whisper yells as he chsnges his body to be visible.

“Fucking asshole! I just wanted to see…yep, that. That’s what I wanted to watch,” your body was reactive to Charles’ motions. And Jake could almost come untouched with the sounds you were making. He’d waited so long for you, and for some reason, didn’t mind you with another man. Ghost.

“When are we going to tell her?”

“We? Never.”

“You — you said you wanted babies with her. How does one have a half ghost baby? Will she notice this ghost is a halfing? Like what features will it possess? Will it have powers? Oh my god! Can it disappear like you?”

Charles twists his head to look over at Jake. You and your loud mouth had to wake him up. He rather enjoyed fucking you while the two of you slept. In peace.

“Would you just shut up?”

“I need to know. I’m gonna marry this girl, and subsequently help her raise your ghostling, if I didn’t do it first! Aha! A competition.”

“No!”

“Aw, is the wittle ghostie scared he can’t actually get her pregnant? Wait…if she has your baby can we leave?”

“Not with my child!”

“Why do you want a child with her, hmm?” Jake smirks looking at the ghost man. Shoving two of his fingers in his mouth, he pulls them out, only to stuff them into your cunt. Working with Charles to pleasure you. “And you, you got in my body. Did we have sex? Do you think she knew?”

“Why all the questions?”

“I wanna know what your fucking play is!” Your back raises off the bed, and your sweet sounds and juicy pussy fill the room with a beautiful melody.

“I can’t leave this house! So if I have a child, part of me can, therefore maybe I can!”

“Could you leave the house inside of me?”

“What?” He looks over at Jake, and the man’s mouth turns into a big grin as he nods his head.

“I saw that car. Could you imagine fucking her in the backseat? Is there a Lover’s Lane here? We could have us a good ole neckin’ time!”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You didn’t answer my question. By your logic if you have a child with her, a piece of you is in said child, so you could attach yourself to the child and leave. So why wouldn’t you try to possess me again, and I could fuck her in those trees. And I can make a non ghost baby with her. And while we’re on the subject, I would like a non ghost baby with her, but I just got her, and you’re ruining my fun, and there’s also one thing.”

“Jake!” He bites at his lips as he looks up at the ghost.

“She’s not even screaming your name in her sleep. It’s mine. I’m all for helping a ghost out, not to mention that was the best orgasm I ever had. It was all tingly. And even my cum, it almost looked like it glowed in the dark. I have radioactive sperm!”

“Shut up.”

Pulling his fingers out, Jake sucks on each one slowly as he starts crawling in between your legs. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know how this works, so either I’m about to fuck your ass, fuck her with you, or you’re going to possess me. Wish me luck,” his body goes through Charles’ and he slides on through your stuffed entrance. The two of them in a weird double penetration moment.

Your eyes flutter open as a deep moan fills the room. Your hands press up against Jake as you try and wake yourself up, “Jake how many times do I need to cum?”

“As many times as I want,” you shake your head quickly when you think you saw someone with him. “Giggles, what’s wrong baby? Are you sore?”

“No, seeing things.”

Shit.

Charles makes himself invisible again, grabbing onto Jake’s hips, he leans into his ear, “fuck her back to sleep, and we pretend this never happened.”

His mouth turns into a devilish smirk, and he slams his hands onto the headboard. His hips drive into you, pushing your head into the top of the bed. He looked so pretty with sweat starting to run down his face. Moving your hands to pinch both of his nipples, he slings his head back to look at the ceiling.

“So you like pain?”

What?

“How about this?” You squeeze his nipples even tighter and his cock twitches. “Hang on. I didn’t say you could cum.”

What is happening?

“Jakey, would you want me to bite your titties?”

No!

“My god, yes!”

Get a hold of yourself!

Lifting yourself up, you give his right nipple a hard bite, and his balls tighten up.

I’m not finished!

His moans start squeaking when you kitten lick on the pretty little bud. Moving over to his left nipple biting down hard, and he blows his load deep in your cunt.

Pathetic.

“Don’t stop baby. I haven’t came. You better keep fucking that seed into me until it sticks see my stomach swollen with your baby.”

Oh! Yeah that does it! Charles rails into you harder. Growing tired of Jake’s inability to do so, he enters into his body. Using the man just as much as he was using you. It was beautiful. Your snide little smile turns into a deep pleasure filled blissed out grin.

You were dirty. And Jake was a puss. His noises were almost as sweet as yours. High pitched, and needy. He wanted to stop, and push him past his limits all together.

“Right there, baby. Jake! Right! There!”

Dear lord!

“Giggles!” Gripping to the back of his shoulders, you dig into his skin, and scratch all the way down. “Ahh!” He whines, as more cum pools into your womb.

“Jake what the fuck was that?”

Don’t you tell her!

“I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”

Because it was my shit, but good save.

“Jake, I love you, you nerd.”

“Gah,” he bashfully says as his cheeks go rosey, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

Gag me.

“One day I want to gag you with my cock,” Jake smiles at you, but you could swear he was talking to someone else.

And I’ll stuff my cock in your ass.

“I don’t like anal sex.”

“Okay?” He was acting weird. “Jake, lay on my tits and get some sleep,” when he nods his head excitedly, you can’t help but to coo up at him, “You really are a sweet boy, huh?”

“Your titties are just comfortable. Shh,” he was a big boy, but the gentle way he lays on your chest makes you want to just baby him. Pet your fingers around his face, while you brush back his hair. You wanted to keep him forever.

“Jake!” No. You throw that stupid thing into the floor. No. No. No. You were told it couldn’t happen, which is why you didn’t protest to Jake being so ready for kids. “Jake!”

Until someone else saw that cursed stick you were sure it was a lie. “Jacob! Jensen!”

“What?” He peeks his head into the bathroom, and follows your point finger. “Giggles?”

“What does that say?”

He slowly picks up the test, and his face looks straight at you, “I thought…you said years ago it would be a miracle.”

“We haven’t had enough sex! I just got you. Was told that shit was impossible because of my endometriosis and PCOS, but…Jake? Is that real?”

Yes, it is. Half of that baby is mine.

“Giggles, are you okay?” He places both of hands on either side of you. Waiting to hear what you really felt. “Baby, talk to me.”

“I just accepted that it couldn’t happen. That there was too much scar tissue. And I accepted that, but…it said positive?”

“It actually said pregnant. But who’s asking?” You give his shoulder a little smack, and bury your face in his chest. “Are you happy?”

“I am because it’s yours.”

It’s mine!

“I’m happy because it’s yours. I accepted that no one wanted a dork like me to have children with. But you’ve always seen past that.”

Leaning back, you look at his face. You never understood why so many people found him annoying. He was endearing. You loved this man. “You’re my best friend.”

“And you’re my best girl. So what are we doing?”

Having a hybrid ghost baby!

“We’re gonna have a baby,” he crashes his lips into yours, lifting you up to sit on the countertop. You were happy. Despite this being an impossibility. You felt like you and Jake could do anything. “Jake, I’m happy it’s yours.”

Good god. If she says that one more time.

“Our baby is going to be perfect.”

Perfectly ghostly like his father.

“And I want her to be a girl.”

No!

“I want her to look just like you. Share your sweetness. And she’s going to have so much to explore in this house. I don’t want her too far from us, though,” pouting up at him, you just nod your head. You wanted a healthy baby. But he or she would be perfect because they had Jake as a father.

You two are too sweet. I’m going to my chair.

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 3

Summary:  You and Jake just couldn’t wait anymore

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, somnophilia, sex with a ghost, mentions of fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, voyeurism, masturbation (M), creampie, 18+ ONLY

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You sit up in bed stretching, feeling more sore today than you were yesterday.  Looking over at the cutest little sleeping bean, Jake Jensen, you watch him peacefully sleep.  Yes, the man was beyond hot, but there was also something so adorable about him.  You could spend hours just counting those sweet freckles that crawl over his nose.  Even the patch of dark hair on his cheeks, where he hadn’t shaved yet.  

You want to tell him exactly how you feel, but not at the cost of losing him forever.  You’d suffer in silence if it meant that Jake was still in your life somehow.  

This room felt off, and it had since Jake had turned the picture of Charles around.  You just got the feeling that Charles did not like that, “We’ll put you somewhere else today handsome.”

Charles rolls his eyes when you look back at Jake.  He did not realize he had to deal with a man child as well.  He was goofy.  He could never be the person you needed him to be.  Plus, he was clueless.  It was quite obvious that you made every effort to touch him, and you couldn’t stop smiling at him, while Jake just looked you up and down the minute you turned around.  

She is mine! He growls at no one in particular.  It was infuriating watching you just stare at him.  Your fingers tickle along his arm.  And roam over to his bare stomach where you play with his thick patch of hair.  Tracing along his abs, hoping to wake him up gently.

Jake woke up when you were touching his arm, but he needed to see where this was going.  Desired to just test out how much you would touch him, and you touching his lower stomach was enough to make him cum right there.  

“Jakey,” you sweetly sing as your hand travels up further.  “Jakey Pooh, it’s time to wake up,” it took every bit of self control in him not to get hard.  Your finger caresses over his face, using it almost like a paintbrush over his features, and your body gets even closer.  

“Jakey,” there was a pout on your face.  You used that pitiful voice that made him want to rush to you.  “Jakey, baby, why aren’t you waking up?”

Baby?

Jake melts.  This was the perfect way to wake up.  In one quick movement he rolls himself over your body.  Gazing down at you as your chest heaves with his closeness.  He should do this more often, you looked beautiful at this angle.  He could feel the heat radiating off of your core, you were burning up.  “Jake, what’re you doing?”

“Just waking up, Giggles.  What are we doing today?”

“We could just hang out in bed.  It feels like I haven't seen you in awhile.”

Absolutely not!  I need you to get tired.  I only got to fuck you one time last night, and your dopey friend was jacking off to you in the middle of the night.  Please don’t make me fuck you with him in the bed again.

“But, I also have a new place to put Charles.”

What??

“Good.  The dude is giving me the creeps.  I feel like he’s watching you,” his eyes cast down your body, looking at your protruding nipples, and he wants to take them in his mouth so bad.  

I am watching her.  She’s going to have my babies.  Princess, do not put me somewhere else.  It won’t stop anything.  I can still have you in any part of this fucking house.  Just…where are you taking me?  Put some clothes on!  He’s staring at your ass again.

Bouncing up to pick Charles’ portrait up, you glance back at Jake who scurries out the bed.  Still in nothing but boxers, grabbing up his glasses.  You get the funny feeling that he is looking at your ass, and you hope that he was.  You were pulling out all the stops for Jake just to make a move.  It was like he just wouldn’t take the bait.  You were giving it until the end of the week, and you were going to do something.  Anything.

You put that back! Charles demands as you walk around the formal living room.  Jake yawns, and stretches, watches even more when you lift the picture up, and that shirt of his becomes too small, showing off your tight little panties that hug every one of your soft curves.

I don’t belong down here.  Wait.  Charles doesn’t mind where you seem to be going.  Placing his picture right behind his chair.  That makes perfect sense.  It’s not a bad idea.  It’ll definitely show your nerd just where he belongs.

“Jake, you mind giving me a hand?” Your voice strains as you try to lift the giant picture.  

Coming up behind you.  He wraps his arms around you, lifting the picture up to place on a mantel behind his chair, “Is this the chair I’m not allowed to sit in?” You push your ass into him, because maybe that’s the only way you’re going to feel him like that.  Jake groans at the feeling, but steps back to admire the easy work.

Of course you can’t sit there!  That’s my chair!  You did good, now leave.

“I never wanna leave this place,” Charles stares mouth agape at Jake.  He did not just say that.  This place didn’t want Jake here.

“You don’t have to,” you whisper.  “There’s plenty of space.  Um, I’m going to make us some breakfast.  Why don’t you clean up in here a bit?  Get acquainted with Charles.  He is the man of the house.”

I am.

You need to get out of there and breathe.  It was bold of you to make such a statement, even if you meant every bit of it.  You’d let Jake stay here forever with you.  He could find work anywhere, so it wasn’t too much of a stress.

“Do you think she likes me?” Jake looks back at Charles while he picks up a few random things in the living room. Grabbing up a feather duster, he starts dusting off the shelves.

No, I don’t. I think she just wants to fuck you.  She loves me.  That’s my princess.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on her forever.  There’s never anything serious with those other girls.  It’s like a date, but they’re not her,” he steps closer to the painting, swearing he saw something.

Ugh, you’re insufferable.  Should have fucked her.  Now all she feels is me.

“You’re not so creepy down here.  Maybe this is your element,” Jake steps a bit closer, dusting the portrait off a bit.  “I just got the feeling you probably heard what we were doing last night.  I couldn’t help it.  She’s having some vivid dreams, clearly, and…”

BOO! Charles makes his face be visible to Jake as he pops his head out of the portrait.  Jake falls onto the floor screeching, scooting back to get away from the ghost.  Ridiculous.  Did you see a ghost?

“Is that what you are?” Oh bother.  He forgot to turn that back off again.  “You have been watching her!  Those are her private moments.  You can’t…have you touched her?  Is that why she’s so horny, and…you bastard!”

Ugh.  Charles walks off, leaving Jake to bumble up at the portrait.  Stupid humans.  They think we’re always going to be there.  Now, where is my Princess?  I need her to be good and sleepy.  Get her away from Jake.

You give a big yawn, struggling just to keep your eyes open.  Hadn’t even made it to lunch, and you needed a nap.  Eyes rolling in the back of your head, and more than once, your jerking had briefly woke you up.  “Why don’t you take a nap?” Jake asks sweetly, rolling a bit of paint up the wall.  “I’ll finish here, and then join you in a bit.”

“You’re sure?” Another yawn.  Your body sways back and forth as you almost fall asleep standing up.

“I’m positive.  Sleep.  Now.  Go!”

Oh she’s going to be going.  And coming. Charles deviously follows you into the room.  Already you were having sinful little thoughts about Jake running through your head.  You needed some relief.  The constant flirting and closeness was making you a wreck.

You lay down tummy first onto the bed.  Good girl.  Now, ass up.  Lifting up your ass, you pull down your leggings leaving you exposed to Charles.  Look at you, swollen and puffy, you are in need of a heavy fucking.  You’re ready for me to fill you with my seed.  

He steps closer, running his hand through your glistening folds, and you let out a wanton moan.  Quiet.  You wouldn’t want Jake to see you fucking air, would you?  Your body pushes back into his fingers, and you whine for more of a stretch.  Eyes completely closed, while you have the best wet dream about you and Jake.

Charles lets his slacks fall to the floor before he shoves himself into your warmth.  You made him feel more alive.  Letting your tight tunnel get adjusted to his width, before he grabs firmly onto your hips.  Driving himself in your wet heat over and over again.  Your voice sings out the mumbled praises as he works your body.  Just like that Princess.  Just like that.

Hearing your sounds, Jake needs to check on you.  Maybe he could possibly offer you some assistance.  But when he opens the door to see you on all fours, and your pussy looking all spread and delectable.  Your body throws itself back over and over again, and you were in a deep dream, causing you to fuck air.  “Jake!  Feels so good!”

“Oh,” Jake palms himself over his pants watching your beautiful body.  “You like that?  What am I doing to you?”

Son of a bitch! Charles growls, fucking into you harder.  He had to get off, and you were just too loud.  Normally he wouldn’t care, they were such sweet sounds.  But you kept saying his name.  He’s typically pissed, but each time you squealed out Jake’s name, your walls clench down tight around his cock, and it felt too good for him to complain.  Yes!  Fuck yes!

Jake pulls his cock out, and strokes it with the speed that you're rocking.  “I will feel you the right way, Giggles.  You clearly want it just as bad.”

No she doesn’t.  I’m fulfilling what she needs.

He’s not sure why he didn’t act sooner, because you were needy.  Your back arching, and you were taking him to the root.  The way that Jake would perfectly fill you up, making you whimper his name at the violent stretch.

“I’m gonna cum.”

No, I am!

“Cum with me, sweetheart.  You feel so amazing,” he grips his cock tighter when he sees your pussy clench down on nothing.  Your moans become more screams as you almost reach your peak.  “Fuuuuck!” Jake spurts his load out into the room, while some drips down to his hand.  He can almost see how sexy you would look as his spunk drips out of you.

You ruin everything.

“Tonight, I’m done waiting.  I think you are, too.”

“Giggles, I think we need to talk,” Jake squeaks as he starts to speak.  His boxers dangerously low when he pulls down the covers.  

“Okay.”

Here we go.  Go on tell her how you’ve let her hump your fucking leg, and how you’ve fingered her in her sleep.  Or better yet, how you were masturbating and staring at her cunt.  Go on.  I’m sure this is going to go well.

“You know I love you,” your head tilts to the side, and you give him a warm smile.  

This isn’t the way I thought this would go.  Why are you lying?

“And I know we’ve been friends for a long time.  And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but…I’m in love with you.”

“What?” What? You softly whisper, and your smile gets bigger.  “Really?”

“Yes, really.  And…I didn’t just come out here to help you out, and I’m being too formal, but I just — well, this is new, and it’s scary.  And I can,” you press your lips softly against Jake’s, and he pulls you tighter to him.  Those thick arms holding you tight, and you start walking the two of you to the bed, “We don’t…no rush.”

“Jake, we’ve had about five years of foreplay.  I’ve wanted to feel you for a long time, I know you won’t hurt me.  I love you.”

“Well in that case,” he pulls your shirt over your head, and glances down at your naked breasts.  His hands start to knead the pillowy swells, and the both of you pull each other’s underwear down.  

Your hand already going to stroke his giant cock, and Jake places his fingers in your heat.  You were tight.  This was going to be amazing seeing you take him for the first time.  Sitting down on the bed, Jake wraps his arm around your back, and all but throws you higher up the mattress.  Crawling in between your thighs, before settling over you.  

Your hand gently grabs him, and you guide him to your entrance.  Yelping when his blunt tip breaks through.  Jake slowly sinks deeper, until he’s fully sheathed and staring down at you.  “I have been oddly horny lately.  Must be because you're here.”

“Shh, don’t speak.  Don’t — shit, this…this is everything,” Jake was very much aware of how horny you were.  He’s seen it and felt it with his own eyes.

“Jake?”

“No, I’ve wanted this.  Fucked my own hand a few times thinking about this.  Dammit, it’s not creepy, masturbating is normal.”

Not when you’re watching her get fucked by a ghost.

“Me, too.”

He knows.  He heard you earlier screaming his name.  This is lame.  Fuck her!

Jake’s fists go on either side of your head to balance himself, caging you in, and this was everything you had ever dreamed of.  And he slowly pulls himself out, before crashing back in, leaving you a wreck at the funny feeling deep in your stomach.  Turning to the side, you softly kiss up his arm, before looking back at him.  “I know this is the first time, but it won’t be the last.  Please, just fuck me.”

“Right.  Okay.  Got it,” he was hoping to loosen you up, and eventually get you there, but you were wanting it.  He hammers down into you, and you start to see stars.  He was so deep.  You swear you feel him in your throat with every pound into you.  

This isn’t fair!  I have to wait until she’s asleep or half asleep.  Even Charles can’t deny the desperately loving looks the two of you were giving each other.  You even have to take off Jake's glasses as they start to fog up.  You wanted him to see everything.  

Charles glances in the mirror, getting a different angle, when he gets the most devious idea.  He will just have to possess Jake.  Show you exactly the best way to fuck, and then his seed will definitely take.  It may be one third of a ghostling baby, but whatever it took.  I’ll give you this one time.  Next time, we’re both fucking her.

“Jake!” You scream as your body starts to heat up.  You wanted him to fuck you for the rest of your life.  Jake knew what he was doing.  His hips slam into yours, and you cry out his name again.  You thought you were sore this morning, you’re going to be sore for a long time to come, because you were greedy for Jake’s cock.  You didn’t care if it was just falling asleep while you cockwarmed him, you always wanted him in there.  “Jake!”

“I know!  Fuck, you’re so tight.  Got me in a vice grip.”

“Then we rest and do it again,” you plead as your fingers scratch down his back.  “And again, and again.”

“Yes, snacks, then fuck.”

“All night.”

“All night, Giggles.”

And with me.  We’re going to have you swollen with my — our hybrid babies.  You’ll get to gaze into my eyes like his.  Now quit looking at him so lovingly.  It can’t be that good.

But it was.  It was perfect, and all you had ever dreamed up.  Your gut tightens up, and even Jake’s balls start to constrict.  Racing for both of your releases, and even his pelvis stimulates your clit perfectly.  It was a lot.  All of it, and then some.  Perfect, and it was Jake.  

Keeping your eyes locked on each other right as your walls hold him in a vice grip.  Squeezing him so tight, and he spurts deep into your womb.  His warmth is the perfect thing for your abused hole.  You didn’t know that you have been used quite like you have, but this was heaven.  It was perfect, and it was Jake.

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 7

Summary:  It’s time for little Rosewyn Penelope Jensen

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader, Jake Jensen X Charles Blackwood

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, childbirth, mentions of going mad, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.5K

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Strawberries.  It’s all your little Rosewyn wanted to eat.  Strawberry anything.  Jake had made sure that there was a fresh stock of strawberry ice cream, strawberry yogurt, strawberry lollipops, strawberry wafers, strawberry Kit Kats, strawberry jam, strawberry preserves, and of course all the strawberries you could want.  Varying different sizes, and colors, and something called pine berries that definitely looked like pink strawberries to you.  Rosewyn Penelope loved those the most.

You stop your cutting of the pine berries to rub over your belly, “You better quit it,” you warn her.  “I know you want a bite to eat, but if you don’t stop hurting mommy, you’re not getting anything,” your little angel quits kicking for a moment, and you pop one of the pink berries into your mouth.

“I’m making a strawberry, er, pine berry pie for us for tonight’s dessert.  We’ll have some whipped cream, and…oh,” you grab at your stomach again, “Rosewyn, darling, please, the oven is nearly preheated.”

She won’t talk to you, ya know? Charles rolls his eyes, but still watches you curiously.  There was a beauty to the way you moved around with just you and your bump.  You loved the thought of being pregnant.  Adored her already.  I just don’t understand why you do the things you do.  Even when she comes out of you, she’ll be dumb.

Your head perks up, and you turn to look behind you, staring directly at Charles who freezes.  Did you hear me?  Rosewyn, I apologize, but babies are dumb.

Taking a deep breath, because you felt yourself going crazy in this house.  You swore you heard something.  You start humming Brahms lullaby, ignoring whatever it was you heard.  You have heard more voices since being pregnant.  More reason to think you and Jake weren’t alone.  That portrait had to go.  You didn’t care if it was burned or taken to a museum, he had to go.  

“Ugh,” you squeeze at your stomach again, slamming the knife on the counter, “Little lady if you don’t…oh shit,” trickles of liquid start drifting down your leg, and your lip starts to tremble.  “J-J-Jake,” you squeak out, knowing that there was no way that he heard that.  “Shit, ahh!” Crumpling up from the pain that lights up your body.

Charles stares at you dumbfounded for a moment, about to curse you for peeing on the floor.  Oh shit! Your water broke.

“I’m seriously going crazy.  Ahh!” You scream, starting to sink to the floor.

Jake!  Jacob Jensen! Charles jumps from the counter, ready to find your boyfriend who was still sleeping away.

“I wanted to surprise, daddy!” You cry out, getting upset that the pie was most definitely put on hold.  “Rosewyn, you love the pink strawberries.”

“Jake!” Charles materializes, starting to shake Jake awake.  “Jacob!”

“Only my mother calls me that,” he mumbles, flopping over on the other side.  “Go away.  I’m mad at you.”

“Be mad, but,” he didn’t have to say anything when you scream again, and Jake jolts awake on the bed.  “Yeah, she’s in labor.”

“You could have said something.  Damn…how long?”

“That mucus plug you two were talking about is in my kitchen.”

“Really?  You’re going to complain about something like that?” Jake asks, grabbing at his glasses.  “These are dirty.”

“Jake!  Jake, I think the baby is coming!”

“Damn.  Shit!  Fuck!  Asshole,” he points a finger at Charles.  “I’m putting clothes on!  Uh,” Jake didn’t have time to think as he grabs up what he wore yesterday, and Charles turns up his nose, “I’ve got clothes in the bag beside the door…did I put it beside the door?  Is it in the car?  In the closet?”

“That monstrosity of yours, hers, and my daughter’s clothes is beside the door.  You tripped over it, remember?  Because it’s too big.  Why do you need so many things?” Jake nods his head, slipping on some boots, without tying them.  “Wait?”

“A baby is going to be coming out of my girlfriend, and you’re asking me to wait?  Seriously?  Timing, dude.”

“I’m not your dude.  I just…” Jake’s eyes go wide, urging Charles to hurry with whatever he was wanting to ask, “Can I try and enter your body, and leave?  There is a strong possibility she’s mine or at least both of ours.  I want to be there.”

“Huh?”

“I know I’m an ass.”

“Yeah, threatening us.  That’s my girlfriend, and my daughter, and you…you’re a meanie.”

“Jake!  Hurry!”

“But I did help you land your girl, I should be there.  I want to be there, and it might not even work,” staring with an irritated face, Jake holds his hands open wide, lifting his head to the ceiling.  “Is this an invitation?”

“Are you a vampire?  You have my permission to enter my body.”

“Jake!” You growl as Charles steps into Jake’s body, and Jake runs down the stairs, and into the kitchen where you were doubled over, trying to breathe steadily.  “What.  The.  Hell.  Took you so long?”

“I was…breathing?” You look up at him, and if looks could kill, Jake would be as dead as Charles.  “I’m sorry, I’m kind of a…new man right now, and…wow, honey, you were making us a pine berry pie?  Rosewyn would have been so happy.”

“Rosewyn is clawing her way out of my vagina.”

“Really?” He quips; his voice going up an octave.

“No, not really.  But your daughter is also…ugh…” your eyes roll into the back of your head, as you grunt through the contraction.  “She’s impatient Jake…can we?”

“Yeah, right.  Right��oh can I look?” Your head jerks up to look at him so fast, and you curl your lip up at him.  “Like, am I allowed to look when she’s playing peek-a-boo with your vagina?”

“Are you going to fuck me again?” You ask, directing Jake to walk you out the door.

Why would you want to see that?

“I like seeing your cunt stretched out,” he shrugs.

I worry about you.  This is weird.

“It’s not weird.  It’s beautiful.  Sometimes it’s sexual, but this is beautiful.  Our daughter is going to be squeezing out of your vagina.  Yes, I’ll continue to have sex with you, Giggles, I’ve wanted this since we became friends.”

“You have?” You sweetly ask, stopping just to look up at him.  He nods, smiling and gives you a kiss, “Jake, we’re about to be….ah!  We gotta go.  Let’s go.”

“Wish us luck,” Jake mumbles, hoping that he doesn’t feel Charles get jerked out of his body after he walks out of the house.  Or leaves the property.  Or…Jake wasn’t exactly sure where Charles was going to be cut off.  He was thankful that for once Charles was quiet.  Letting Jake fully be present with you.

He tries to flip his eyes to the back of his head, wondering if he could spy Charles.  Would he know if he was still even with him?  Would Rosewyn pop out of your body, and she glowed like how Charles sometimes did?  He was starting to worry.  He had too many questions.

“Yes!” Charles screams through Jake’s voice, and both you and Jake jolt at the scream.  You turn to look at him confused, as he straightens the car back out.

Sorry.  Just thought I’d let you know, I’m still very much present.  And I wasn’t poofed back into my chair.  Is it because that really is my daughter and I’m able to be with her.

Could you enter into the baby?

What?

“Well, wouldn’t it be neat to feel birth as a baby, but you were conscious as an adult,” trying to breathe through another contraction, you glare at Jake.  “I mean, imagine seeing the vagina from the inside out.”

“Our baby is not interested in my vagina, Jake!”

“Oh,” he sheepishly says, apologizing to you.  “I’m going to drive a bit faster.”

You’re an idiot.  I’m not going to enter into the baby.  It’s gross.  The only part of me I want in her pussy is my fingers, my tongue, or my fat cock.

Or just use me to fuck her while she’s awake.

Are you ever going to tell her?

Are you?

Both men sit quietly, and Jake offers his hand over to you, and you grab it immediately.  Squeezing the life out of his hand, while he grimaces.  He didn’t even know what pain was.  Didn’t know that you were enduring this for your precious angel.

Is she going to glow?

Who?

The baby.  Let’s say the baby is in fact yours or at least a mix of us, will she glow?

I have no clue.  I’ve never done this or even know if it’s possible.  I saw her looking like a fucking goddess and she was flirting with my portrait, and I wanted to fuck her.  Mid fuck I got the bright idea of knocking her up, and then YOU came into the picture.  You were never meant to be there.

But…you have no idea what you’re doing?  What if there’s like ghost STIs or…

I don’t have a disease!  My cock is clean.

But…you just…you don’t know what you’re doing, and you’re testing out a theory.

That’s how all good scientists do their research.

Are you a scientist?

No.

I hate you.

I abhor you as well.

“Jake!  Slow down, there’s the entrance to the damn hospital!  Jake, are you freaking out because you’re about to be a dad?” You were starting to get worried.  He was so distracted.  It was weird, and made you nervous.

No, he’s just having a conversation with me in his head.  Maybe I’m not even really here.  Maybe you have descended into madness, and this is all a figment of your imagination.

“I’m so happy about being parents, and more happy because it’s with you.  Our Rosewyn Penelope Jensen is going to be so spoiled,” and I hate you!

Ehh, I do think you really have gone mad.

“Oh, she’s…she’s giving birth right now,” the doctor lifts up your blanket, giving an awkward laugh up to you and Jake.  “You weren’t lying dad.  Look,” he smiles back at a nurse pointing towards you, “Hair.”

“Could you maybe fucking deliver our baby?”

“No need to cuss dad.  We gotta wait on a contraction.  Yep.  There it is,” you hated this place.  The doctor was a fucking weirdo.  The nurses even looked at him like he was a pariah in his own hospital.  They were disgusted by the way he was acting.  “Dad, you want to watch?”

You give him a head nod as he steps down to you.  His eyebrows go to the top of his head, and he looks back up with an awkward grin, “You feel that?”

“I feel everything,” you groan, pushing again.  “Is she out yet?” You pant, getting a moment of rest while you wait.  And here comes another one.

“She’s…uh, that’s my baby’s head.  Oh!  Giggles, keep going, baby.  Keep…oh,” he looks up at you confused.  And then back down to the doctor fully pulling Rosewyn out of you.

“She’s not crying.  Jake, why isn’t crying?  Is there something wrong with my baby,” the tears of pain were now worried cries, but then you see her fingers start to bend, “Why isn’t she crying?”

“She’s breathing,” Charles makes Jake turn to glare at the doctor.  He had kept his eyes closed inside of Jake.  He didn’t need to see you pushing out a baby.  But then the doctor brought up the fact she was breathing.  She looked a little blue to him.  Blue meant ghostling.  He was sure of that.  “She’s just…she’s very calm.  Rosewyn.”

“Don’t you pinch my baby!” Jake screams at him, ready to grab the baby and hold her close to his chest.

“I squeezed her arm,” he gives Jake a shrug, and looks over at you, “Overprotective dad, am I right?  So…you guys live at Blackwood Manor?”

“It’s a castle!” Charles shouts through Jake, and Jake retches.  

Man stop doing that.  It’s making me sick.

“Yeah…so is that where you two live?”

“Can you give me my baby!” What was wrong with this man?  You just wanted to hold your daughter, and he was asking about where you lived.  “Once I have her, then we can discuss my place of living.”

“Doctor, the baby, she needs her mom,” a nurse looks between you and the doctor.  “The mother and baby need each other.”

“Oh, yeah.  Won’t have to pinch her anymore.  You got a, um,” he stops talking long enough for the nurse to get you situated.  “Yeah, uh…my mom always told me that my dad was the illegitimate son of Charles Blackwood.”

What did he just say?

“For real?  Like, you’ve got Blackwood blood in you?  That creepy…handsome portrait of Charles is in our formal living room,” you couldn’t stop staring at this precious baby.  Her eyes blink up at you, and you can't stop your tears.  She was perfect.  So soft, so beautiful, and she was yours and Jake’s.

“That’s the rumor.  Oh, here comes the after birth.”

Please, don’t watch that.

I’m going to watch my baby.

“Jake,” you whine, picking up your daughter who was wide eyed and sight looking around the room.  “She never cries.  Have you heard her cry?”

“No.”

Because she’s a ghostling.  You see a bit of blue in her skin color?  Haunting blue.

“She’s fine,” he squeaks, reaching out to hold her.  “Are you sleeping?”

“No,” you admit.  You couldn’t relax.  “I’m afraid that she’ll starve to death.  Am I nursing her too much?  And then I think she’s always got a dirty diaper, but she just doesn’t cry.  She doesn’t whine, doesn’t make a peep.  And…something is wrong.  Rosewyn, won’t you cry for mommy?”

Oh, my god, Charles rolls his eyes.  He walks over to Jake, leaning over Rosewyn, and she sneezes.  Looking directly at him, before her mouth turns up into a smile.  Most parents would kill to be in your position.  A baby that never cries sounds like a walk in the park.  And she smiles at me.

“I just feel that there’s something wrong with her.”

“She doesn't look blue,” Jake says too loudly.  “She’s perfect.  Look at her.  She’s a little princess.  No!  A little angel.”

A little ghost.

“A perfect little angel,” he repeats, pulling you over onto his arms.  “And I got the best girls in the world.”

And you're the best delusional step father I’ve ever met.  Have you figured out if I’m a ghost or if you’re just going crazy?  It’s kinda funny to get into your thoughts, replying to everything.  Maybe Jakey Jakey is a bit crazy?  Haha…you don’t even know what is real.

“She’s real, Giggles.  And she’s really ours.”

You’re going to pretend I don’t exist now aren’t you?  Have me in your thoughts for the rest of your life.  But ignore me.  Ignore my every word as you sink further into your darkness.  Your little blue tinted baby that’s really mine, saw me.  Do you even know what’s real anymore?  Are you even here?  Is she even here?  Have you created this reality because you couldn’t face the real one?  Weren’t you captured in war?  Can you be sure what’s real?

“I’ve got everything I’ve ever wanted.  Right in my arms.”

Live in denial.  You and I both know what’s really going on here, don’t we?  

Don’t we?

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Misguided Ghosts, Part 6

Summary:  Jakey is the sweetest

Pairings:  Jake Jensen X Reader, Jake Jensen X Charles Blackwood

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, implied sex, implied non con/dub con, implied ghost sex, mentions of voyeurism, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.2K

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“And what are you going to be?” Jake talks to your belly as you struggle to finish breakfast.  “You’re going to be mine and your mommy’s precious sweet girl, aren’t you?”

No, he’s not.  Charles hops onto the counter behind you, and kicks at Jake’s arm.  You look down at Jake who had quit talking and tickling your belly to see him glaring behind you.  You got caught.  Are you ever going to tell my Princess what you’re doing?

“Jake, is everything okay,” you brush your hand against his cheek, and try to smile.  Jake seemed so preoccupied since you had been pregnant.  It was like he was always looking at something in the distance.  “Are you sure you want this?”

Haha, told you that you were caught.

“Giggles, I’m so happy.  Had I had known that you felt the same way I did, I wouldn’t have waited so long.”

Good save, dumb ass.

“You’re just…what do you see?” Jake stands up from the floor, and desperately tries to ignore Charles’ incessant laughter.  “Like just now, you were looking at something else.  Is it this house?  Is it because you don’t want to be here?”

“Stop,” he brings both your hands to his chest, and lets them rest on his heart, “It only beats for you and our baby.”

Sure, sure.  Bring up the fact that you have a beating heart.  You don’t find it funny that a woman that didn’t think she could get pregnant, now is?  You think your sperm did that?  We know that’s my hybrid baby.  Quit your babbling.

“And,” his voice gets louder, and your body flinches at the volume change, “This house is creepy and…”

Your handsome and sexy ghost has been fucking you with me every night.

“Giggles…we’re…we’re gonna be late.  We should eat.”

Fucking coward.  Can’t even tell her that our baby is going to be part ghost and part human.  You don’t want her to know that you enjoy fucking her with me.

“I’m just so glad that the baby has had such a good strong heartbeat,” he wraps his arms around you, settling his hands on your belly, while he rests his chin on your shoulder.  “You’re doing such a good job of growing this precious jellybean of ours.”

Oh god, gag me with a stick.  You’re sickeningly sweet.  Just look at it as a way to trap her to you.  Even if you don’t work out, she can’t leave you.  But you’re worried because you know that deep down that’s my baby.

Jake lifts his leg behind him, starting to swing it through Charles’ specter and the ghost rolls his eyes, I can’t feel that you nitwit.  Better eat.  Need the doctor to tell you we’re having a son.

Holding tightly to Jake’s hand, he leans down to kiss it before his head was back at the monitor, “Everything is normal, right?” He asks worriedly.  “This…this is our first,” it warmed your heart to hear Jake say that.  It was like he was wanting to have more once this baby was born.  

“Baby is growing great,” he pushes your stomach a bit, moving the wand around more, “And stubborn as a mule.  Go on, spread your legs.  You know,” he says, looking up at you and Jake, “Such a strange thing, me telling a not fully formed human to spread their legs so we know what sex they are.  Hehe,” god he was strange, but also the only doctor in the small town.  “Right.  Right there!  Ahh, look at it.”

“I am,” your eyes move over the monitor, and then up at Jake, “What are we looking at.”

“A taco.”

“What?” Jake shouts.  “She hasn’t had tacos because the smell makes her vomit.  What is our baby?”

“A girl,” snapping a few photos, he takes a towel to clean off the gel from your body.  “Should have guessed.  Girls are ladies, and they don’t like showing themselves off.  It’s okay, dad, you can always try again for a boy.”

“Jake?”

“A girl,” he whispers, looking down at you, and you could see why he was so silent.  His little lip was trembling.  “We’re having a girl.  And her heart, it’s beating good and strong?”

“Better than strong.  That’s one of the best heartbeats I’ve heard from a baby her size.  She’s always had a good strong heartbeat.  Okay, so…you two live in that creepy Blackwood house?”  Your squeal completely ignoring what he was saying, because you were having a girl with Jake Jensen.

“We’re having a girl,” you cry, sitting up, and pulling Jake over to you, “Jake, you were right.  We’re having us a girl.”

“And her heart?”

“Jake?  Her heart is fine.  He said it’s better than fine.  She’s perfect,” the doctor smiles, and nods at Jake.  

“I'm just…paranoid, I guess.  Can’t be too sure you know.  Everyone wants to make sure their baby is okay,” he clears his throat, finally embracing you in your hug.  “We’ve got to hang these on the fridge!”

“Your inflections on your words have been strange lately.”

“Strange man I am.  You know this.  Alright, come on.  Let’s go.”

Charles glares at the ultrasound photos on the fridge, looking at each one.  She was supposed to be a boy to carry on his name.  She was supposed to be a big strong boy.  She is now a…Hey!

His body was engulfed with the refrigerator door opening, “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“You most certainly saw me there.  I make myself visible to you.  What are you doing?”

“My girlfriend wants strawberry milk.  Now…I could give her the strawberry syrup which is full of disgusting ingredients and is most likely what she wants.  But I could make some with fresh strawberries and sugar.”

“Just make her what she wants, and put a strawberry on the side.  Don’t make her more miserable.”

“You do have a heart,” Jake pauses with his words, and tells himself he was never going to refer to Charles having a heart again.  “Why don’t you join us in the bedroom anymore?”

“Why aren’t you fucking someone without a care?  She can’t get pregnant.”

He mixes the syrup in the milk, watching as the liquid turns into a pretty pink color before he spins on his heels to look at Charles, “You literally were just using her to breed, weren’t you?  You don’t care anymore now that she’s pregnant with my baby.  Which by the way, the baby's heartbeat is the best he’s ever heard.  How are we supposed to even know if your glowing jizz had any effect on my daughter?  Is there a DNA test for that?  To prove that your ghost sperm didn’t knock my Giggles up.  You pig.  You just played with her, and then you don't care?”

“You’re too sweet.  It’s disgusting.  You’re treating her like she’s a…”

“Princess?  You’re the one that calls her that.  You…you’re disgusting,” slinging the door to the fridge open, he grabs strawberries, and angrily cuts two.  “You, you came into me.”

“Please, don’t say it like that.”

“You used me just as much as you used her.”

“Oh god, let’s act so righteous,” Charles rolls his eyes, turning to walk into the living room and his chair, “And you knew about me.  By the way,  I used her a lot that first night, and even had her screaming my name.  Just ask her.”

Jake starts to say something else, but thinks better of it.  Looking down at the milk, he grabs the whipped cream, and swirls a mound on it.  Ignoring Charles’ snide comments as he walks up the stairs.  “Giggles,” Jake announces walking through the door, “We need a bedroom on the lower level.”

“But this room has the best view.  Aha!” You squeal as he hands you the drink.  “Jakey, it’s perfect.  Oh,” using the straw, you take the biggest drink, this was exactly what you and your daughter were wanting.  “And there’s a perfect room next to us for Miss Rosewyn Penelope.”

“She’s gonna have fun when it comes time to spell her name,” he removes his shirt, and settles down beside you.  Already scooting closer to your body.  Thankfully he was like a furnace, because you were always so cold.  His thick fingers rub over your belly, and you feel guilty.

“Jake, I’m sorry, I just have no sex drive right now.  I didn’t have morning sickness during the first trimester, and now I do.  And I want to have sex with you.  You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and…”

“You mean more to me than just your body.  You’re growing our daughter.  I have no room to complain.”

“Why are you acting so off lately then?” You look down at him, thankful that he was the father to your baby.  You two were going to make the prettiest baby, and you hoped she had her daddy’s lashes.  So dark and full.  He doesn’t answer though.  “Is it because of what I said about the dildo?”

“What?”

“That…you know I had a fantasy of you and Charles, and…got off on it.”

“What if…you said that you woke up so worked up, and you needed to fuck something,” when he said it like that it was so crude.  I mean sure, you had such a vivid dream of Charles railing into you that first night.  But still thoughts of Jake kept flashing in your mind, too.  

Waking up in various positions.  Once with your legs spread wide, and you could swear that you felt his cock pushing into you.  “What if it wasn’t a dream?”

“Jake, I love you, but that’s stupid.  Charles is dead.  He died young, and ghosts aren’t real,” he lifts up off the bed, and stares at you.  His usually animated face is gone.  “They’re not real.”

“He was murdered.”

“Jake, stop.”

“We saw it in the library.  He was murdered.  He died shortly after that portrait.  Why couldn’t he be real?”

“So, let me get this straight, you think that first night I was here and having those wild sex dreams, he was actually fucking me?”  He shrugs his shoulders, but can’t meet your eyes.  “Why…why would you think that?”

“You said…you woke up with your ass in the air, and face on the bed, and your body was moving.  You could feel his thrusts.  And…I saw it, too,” your eyes go wide as you stare at him.  Sure, Jake had seen you naked multiple times, but never like that.  “Your body was moving like you were being fucked, and you were fast asleep.”

“How much did you watch?”

“I…Giggles, I shouldn’t have done it, but I wanted you so bad, and…I didn’t know you were asleep.  You were so loud, and the door was open, and I wanted to walk past it, but you were pointing right at the door, and…I felt him in me, too?”

“He fucked you, too?” You start laughing, because what else were you supposed to do?  This was beyond insane.  Jake who you had loved for years was getting a pass for that nonsense, because it was too raw to deal with it.  This was bizarre.  Ever since you had moved here it was strange and unusual.  No wonder you got this house at a huge discount.

“No.  He didn’t fuck me.  I felt him come into me,” you cock up an eyebrow, and he waves his hands, “No, like, he went into my body, like possession.  That’s why I didn’t like him.  It was too personal with that picture there.  It’s like he was watching our every move.  Still does.  Like he’s inescapable unless we move.”

“I want Rosewyn to grow up here though.  She would live in a castle, and…”

“Become friends with a sex crazed ghost?”

“Wait…that first night, it was all night, but in my dreams he was saying something about…ew, no.   Ghosts can’t have babies.  No.  No.  This conversation is over.  I’m tired, I’m going to bed.  We didn’t have this conversation.  We have a healthy baby girl growing, and we’re going to be parents, and we’re always going to live in this damn castle.  So unless you plan on pretending this ghost Charles is a figment of your imagination, or you're going to find his bones to burn or call the Winchesters, I don’t want to hear another word about this.”

She’s living in denial, Charles laughs at the foot of the bed, and Jake tries to ignore him.  She knows.  She still feels me growing in her.  Doesn’t want to admit the big bad ghost filled her up so good.  Got you believing that you’re the crazy one.  Neither of you are.  You won’t get rid of me.  I’ll haunt you forever because I’m growing in her.  You’re trapped with me.  And when that baby is born, I’ll be able to follow you around.  You couldn’t even tell her the truth.  Maybe I should.

His body flickers, but you were curling into Jake’s side.  “Jakey, I don’t want to fight.  I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers, scooting down the bed.  “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you and our daughter.”

“I know.”

“Shh, get some sleep.”

And maybe one day she’ll feel like fucking you again.  You could just be like me and take, Charles stands off the bed, and starts to head back to his chair.  His home.  Where he felt the most comfortable.

I’ll never be like you, stopping in the doorway, he turns and stares at Jake who gives him a sinister grin.  I’m learning, too.  You won’t hurt my family.  You better change your attitude.  

Don’t threaten me, little boy.  Sweet dreams, Jake.

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