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BIRTH TO MY CREATION .á
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more cuddling even though iâve drawn basically this exact thing before because itâs like 90 percent of my fantasies
#i have fallen asleep to. like. halloween oldies playing in another room while itâs raining while thinking of us cuddlingâŚ. aughgh#it literally helped me fall asleep the other night#ghostcat#perobats#fictional other#self ship#self shipping#self ship art#oc x canon#đď¸đ#i will add more tags in the morning ironically drawing this made me sleepy and itâs late anyways#i mean iâll add more tags if i need to idk that seems like. enough? i donât need to over tag everything#it storms where i live esp around this time of year and it gives me major anxiety so trying to imagine it as us cuddling during a stormy#night makes me feel a lot better#couldnât rlly get a rain effect on the window just gave up lol sorry#đđ§ď¸đ
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đ staring. Mingyu x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. âIf the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - youâre saying you wouldnât watch me get naked every day?â Heâs definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyu's perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. Thereâs no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders arenât the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now.Â
tw/cw. dark content warning, serial killer Mingyu, mention of suicide, touch starved mingyu, switch mingyu, pussy eating, pussy worship, blow job, hand job, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, big dick mingyu, pussy stretching, extreme voyeurism, mentions of non-consensual voyeurism, dirty talk, praise, choking, manhandling, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) princess. (his) good boy.
đšÂ rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.1k
đ aus. Halloween, ghost!mingyu, serial killer!mingyu, etcâŚ
âď¸Â mlist + an. I really can't explain this one other than saying I tried to make Mingyu redeemable by saying he only killed bad men đ
Out of all the guy friends you have over, Jeonghan is Mingyuâs favorite. Heâs always up to no good, talking shit that Mingyu can listen to for hours, and tonight, heâs brought a Ouija Board, which has spiked Mingyuâs curiosity.Â
âCome on, it will be fun,â Jeonghan insists. âIâve been wanting to do a seance in your apartment since you moved in three months ago.â
Youâre not as impressed as Mingyu is about the idea, and neither are your other friends.
âI just donât think itâs a good idea,â Seungkwan says for the fifth time since the rag-tag group of friends entered your home. âWe said weâd come back here between Halloween parties and drink, we never said anything about contacting the dude that killed himself here.â
Mingyu remembers the day you visited the apartment for the first time, the way the realtor had downplayed what happened here. Times are tough, and the price reduction had enticed you, despite Mingyuâs tragic history.Â
âCome on, donât you guys wanna ask why he did it?â Jeonghan presses.
âHe did it because he was a top suspect in a string of murder cases,â Seungkwan fires back. âCase closed.â
Jeonghan scoffs loudly. âBut what if he didnât do it? What if the real serial killer came here, killed him, and made it look like a suicide-â
âHannie,â you interrupt with a sigh, âwhatâs with you and your infatuation with murderers?â
âMe?!â Jeonghanâs eyes widen. âWhoâs the one who watches all my slasher films with me? Donât pretend you're innocent here, we all know you have a thing for bad boys.â
Mingyuâs noticed your love for dangerous men, youâve had your share of bad dudes over to this very apartment much to his annoyance. On the flip side, Mingyu does enjoy a good horror movie night, and you provide more than enough of those, especially this past month.
âWeâre doing this,â Jeonghan insists, pulling the board out and setting it on the coffee table. âItâs Halloween. If thereâs ever a night for this ghost to talk with us, itâs now.â
Seungkwan only groans, taking another shot while Seokmin and Soonyoung exchange worried glances.
âYou donât think the ghost is going to actually like⌠talk with us, do you?â the man in the tiger onesie asks, playing with his tail nervously.Â
âWell, the veil is thinnest on Halloween⌠I guess thereâs only one way to find out,â Jeonghan grins devilishly.Â
Five minutes later, candles are set up and Seokmin is sheepishly turning off the lights before joining everyone by the board.Â
Mingyu holds back, watching with interest.
âHow do we start?â you ask.
âImma rizz this ghost,â Jeonghan explains, looking around the room. âIs there a presence here with us?â
In the silence, Mingyu can hear an ambulance a few blocks away. He crosses his arms over his chest, watching.
âDonât we have to touch the Ouija thing?â Seungkwan asks.
âRight.â Jeonghan reaches out only to have his hand slapped away by his friend.
âNot you,â Seungkwan rolls his eyes. âYouâll rig it.â
Jeonghan sighs. âFine, Iâll ask the questions, you all touch the planchette.â
Itâs almost laughable how reluctant Seokmin is to touch the board, but soon, there are four sets of hands on it while Jeonghan addresses the room again.Â
âCome on ghost,â he pleads, âdonât make me look bad, come say hi. If thereâs a spirit with us, please move the planchette and tell us.â
Mingyu figures now is as good a time as any to communicate, God knows heâs waited years. With a sigh, Mingyu approaches the board. He crouches down next to you, reaching out. His fingers slip right through the planchette, but when he touches Seokmin, the man shivers.
âYou okay?â you ask, looking at your friend.
âIt just got really cold,â Seokmin breathes, already turning pale.
Mingyu tries again, this time aiming for Seokminâs hands. The ghost focuses hard, willing the planchette to move, willing Seokminâs hands to become his own.Â
The small tool begins to shift on the board.Â
âSoonyoung, cut it out,â Seungkwan snaps.
âItâs not me!â the tiger insists.
Little by little, the planchette shifts to Yes, and Mingyu lets out a deep breath at the effort it had taken.
âSo there is a spirit here with us?â Jeonghan clarifies.
Again, Mingyu moves the planchette, slightly off of Yes then back again, an affirmative.
âI knew it!â Jeonghan practically screams. âAre you the guy who died here?â
Another Yes, and Mingyuâs getting annoyed with the questions already.
âWhatâs your name?â you ask.
Mingyuâs a little surprised that youâre beginning a line of inquiry, but heâs pleased too. Using Seokminâs hands, he begins to slowly reveal his name. With each letter, your group reads it out loud.
âM⌠I⌠N⌠G⌠Y⌠U⌠Mingyu?âÂ
God, Mingyu likes the sound of his name on your lips.
A shift to Yes has the whole room going quiet and Mingyu waits for the next question.
âOkay guys, seriously, whoâs doing this?â Seungkwan asks, ever the non-believer.Â
âItâs not me!â Seokmin insists, followed by Soonyoung, who even crosses his heart to prove his own innocence.
âDid you really kill those guys?â Jeonghan questions, drawing all eyes.
âYou canât just ask that!â You bat at your friendâs arm.
Mingyu considers his next action, but with a sigh, he reaches for Seokminâs hands again, using him to push the planchette to Yes. In Mingyuâs eyes, all the men heâd killed deserved it. Theyâd been predators, and it takes one to know one. Mingyu had simply been the better predator.
âHow many people did you kill?â
âJeonghan,â you say again, harder this time.
âWeâre fact-checking!â Jeonghan insists. âIf he gives us the wrong number, then someone here is lying.â
Mingyu doesnât like to be tested like this, but at the same time, he admires the manâs shiftyness. The ghost reaches through Seokmin, pushing the planchette to 5.
Seokmin lets out a gasp, tearing his hands away from the board and leaping to his feet. âGuys, I donât feel good about this.â
âBut itâs just started to get juicy!â Jeonghan tuts.Â
âWeâre not going to force Seokmin to do this if he doesnât want to,â you sigh, also removing your hands. âI think this is enough for tonight.â
Jeonghanâs not so easily convinced. âBut we just made contact!âÂ
âItâs almost midnight, I thought you wanted to be at the bar for eleven fifty so your bouncer friend would let you in,â you point out.
âLet me inâŚâ Jeonghan raises a brow. âArenât you coming?â
âHonestly?â you sigh. âIâm getting a bit tired.â
âBut itâs Halloween!â
âAnd weâve already been to one party and just used a Ouija board,â you laugh. âI think Iâve had enough fun.â
âYouâre boring!â Jeonghan groans.Â
âAnd youâre crazy!â you retort, heading to turn on the lights. âSay goodbye to your ghost friend, take another shot, and get out of here so I can get some sleep.â
Mingyu likes it when you take charge like this. He stands from the table, coming to join you as you head to the kitchen to get your friends their last shots. Heâs always liked sticking close to you, your second ghostly shadow.Â
The last tenant had been a guy, and the view had never been very great, but with you around? Mingyu is constantly entertained, in the most perverted ways possible. Heâs really enjoying the skimpy outfit youâre wearing, and he canât wait to watch you take it off. Maybe youâll have a shower once your friends are gone- youâll make his night if you do.
âGoodbye,â Seungkwan says loudly, pushing the planchette to the word scrawled in big writing. Mingyuâs not so easily dismissed, but Seokmin lets out a breath of relief as the board is closed and packed up.
You all take one last shot, and Mingyu can practically taste the tequila on his tongue. Itâs been forever since he had anything to drink, or eat, or fuck for that matter.Â
He misses it every day.Â
The ghost hangs back as you hug your friends goodbye, with Jeonghan trying for five minutes to convince you to join the last bar outing. You stay firm, and Mingyu grins to himself when you finally close the door, shutting you in together.
You busy yourself with cleaning up the kitchen, putting the shot glasses and bottles away, then, to Mingyuâs pleasure, you head toward the bathroom. He follows closely, slipping in behind you before you can close the door. As a ghost, Mingyu can walk through walls, but itâs an unpleasant experience, one he avoids when he can.
He watches you turn on the shower, facing the mirror to remove your false eyelashes. Youâre so pretty, and when you begin to take off your outfit, Mingyu practically drools. He can stare at your naked body for hours and not get bored, in fact, he has.Â
You step into the shower, closing the curtain. Your silhouette is still as beautiful as ever, and Mingyu can feel his cock getting hard as he watches you. Voyeurism is something heâs always enjoyed, even as a human, and now that heâs a ghost, itâs something that makes Mingyuâs undead life go round.Â
He palms himself through his jeans, looking for relief but also not wanting to take things too far. Knowing you, heâll probably get a free show if he waits long enough. Your sex drive rivals even his own, and Mingyuâs nothing if not a good boy who knows how to be patient.Â
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You get out of the shower feeling refreshed. Your blood is still buzzing slightly from the drinks youâve had, but you feel clear-headed as you wipe the mirror, looking at yourself while you wrap a towel around your naked body.
Your phone dings and you look down at it, reading Jeonghanâs contact name. Itâs a text to tell you that your friends have gotten to the bar, and another request for you to join. You can only laugh, setting your phone down just as the clock hits midnight.
Thereâs movement in the corner of your eye and you turn your head, locking eyes with a tall, dark-haired man standing by the door of your bathroom.
Your heart lurches in your chest, and you immediately grab the closest thing, a hairbrush, hurling it at the man. He doesnât even try to dodge it, and it hits him square in the chest. His gaze dips down, and he looks completely shocked that youâve just thrown something at him.
âGet out of my house!â you scream, reaching for the next item-
âNot your expensive moisturizer!â the man yells, holding up both hands and backing up. âHow are you going to explain breaking that to Jeonghan?!â
You freeze a little at his words, thoroughly confused. âHow- how do you know-â You look down at the bottle of moisturizer that Jeonghan had bought for you last month. âDid Jeonghan put you up to this?!â
âPut the bottle down,â the man says, still holding his hands defensively.Â
âYouâre some creep in my bathroom!â you retort. âYou donât get to tell me what to do!â You grab your phone next. âIâm calling 911.â
âGod, please donât,â he sighs.
âStart talking!â you insist.
âIâm not Jeonghanâs friend-â
âThen who the fuck are you, and how did you get into my apartment?!â You lift the moisturizer again, ready to throw it at his face.
âMingyu!â he belts. âIâm Mingyu!â
âJeonghan definitely put you up to this,â you declare, feeling something like relief. This is just some prank-
âIâm serious,â the handsome man tells you. âIâm Mingyu-â
âYou expect me to believe that youâre the ghost of that serial killer who died here years ago?â you scoff.
âYeah, it was me with the Ouija,â he tries to explain.
âProve it,â you insist, still not believing him.Â
âYou want me to tell you something only a ghost would know?â he laughs. âHow about this, I know you hide your sex toys in a box under your bed. I know the last few guys youâve had over couldnât make you cum so youâd finish yourself off with your vibrator once they left. I know you still say your first boyfriendâs name whenever you cum, for some stupid reason-â
Your heart is thundering in your chest. Thereâs no way he can know all of that- no one knows all of that-
Why is everything heâs saying sex related?
An unfamiliar feeling washes over your form. It���s something like fear, but thereâs an underlying emotion there too- a tingle between your legs. Is this guy really a ghost? Is he your ghost? Has he been watching you since you moved in?!
âBelieve me now?â Mingyu asks. He must have seen the way youâve faltered, moisturizer bottle lowering to your side.
âHow-â You swallow thickly. âHow are you here?â
âThatâs actually a good question,â Mingyu admits, looking down at his form. âThis doesnât usually happen.âÂ
âThe veil is thinnest on Halloween,â you breathe, remembering what Jeonghan had said earlier. âItâs midnightâŚâ
âSounds right to me.â The ghost nods.Â
âHow⌠how long are you going to be visible for?â you ask, eyes dragging across his large body.
âI donât know⌠but, when you threw that brush at me, it hit me.â Mingyu steps toward you and you move back, hitting the wall. âDonât be scared, I just wanna touch you-â
âAs if that makes me feel any better!â Youâre frozen as his hand reaches out, fingers coming to gently brush your collarbone. You shiver at the cold contact.
âYou.. you felt that!â Mingyuâs eyes widen with shock.
âAre you going to kill me?â you ask.
âWhat?!â He laughs, moving even closer.
âYouâre a serial killer, arenât you?â This is just your luck.
âI only killed men, guys who were predators.â
âLike you.â
âLike me,â he admits. âBut⌠my brutality never came out toward women.â
The ghost has no right being this beautiful, and heâs saying the right things. You canât believe youâre actually starting to relax a little. Youâve definitely seen too many horror films-
âYou⌠youâve been watching me,â you point out.
Your words seem to make him almost bashful, his gaze dipping to the floor. You see his skin flush a pinkish colour and itâs almost endearing. âUh⌠yeah.â
âAnd you were in here while I was having a shower too⌠You are a bit of a creep, arenât you?â
âEvery other tenant here has been a guy!â Mingyu exclaims. âYouâre the first one whoâs actually caught my attention.â
âI feel like youâre just horny after years of being alone.â
âYou would be too,â he insists. âIf the roles were reversed - if you were a ghost bound to this apartment forever - youâre saying you wouldnât watch me get naked every day?âÂ
Heâs definitely got a point. As your eyes skim Mingyuâs perfect form again, that tingle returns between your legs. Thereâs no reason for him to be as sexy as he is- murders arenât the only shocking thing this man has under his belt and you can see that now.Â
âCan IâŚâ he swallows thickly. âCan I kiss you?â
You canât believe youâre actually considering this.
âCome on, please?â Mingyu asks. âI havenât touched someone in so long, havenât been touched-âÂ
A dead serial killer who sort of respects your autonomy and is begging for you?Â
âWe donât know how long this is going to last,â he continues. âI need to feel something, need to feel you-âÂ
âFucking a ghost wasnât on my Halloween bingo sheet,â you joke.
âIt will be fun,â Mingyu insists. âI know what you like, I know your kinks, I know you, better than all those other guys youâve fucked so far. Come on, princess, let me make you feel good.âÂ
Itâs kind of creepy that the ghost even knows your preferred pet name, but it sounds so pretty coming from him.Â
You weigh the pros and cons.Â
Pros: Heâs one of the sexiest men youâve ever seen. He actually wants to make you cum. He already knows your kinks. He might be a touch obsessed with you, which would do wonders for your ego.
Cons: Heâs literally a dead serial killer creep whoâs been watching you jack off and get fucked for a few months. He could also disappear at any second.
Well, you canât pass this up, especially since you have no idea how long this will last. And when heâs gone, heâll stay gone. There are technically no strings, none that you can see at least.
And to top it all off, youâre extremely horny. Youâd stayed back from going to the bar with your friends specifically to fuck yourself stupid tonight, and now, you have a ghost willing to get the job done for you.
âOkay, big guy,â you sigh. âLetâs see what you can do.â
Mingyu doesnât waste a second. He grabs your face, cupping his large hand around the back of your skull to pull your lips to his own.Â
Youâre a little shocked, but you melt into his embrace quickly, pressing your hands to his beefy chest while his tongue licks at your lip, begging for entry. You open your mouth to him, and he kisses you deeper, letting out a low groan as he shifts you in his embrace, grabbing at your hip to pull you closer.
Itâs been years since heâs touched anyone, but he kisses with the best of them.Â
Itâs almost too easy to get lost in Mingyu, your mind going pleasantly blank as you make out with the ghost.Â
Youâre eating up the sounds heâs making too. His mouth is eager against your own, all tongue and plump lips. Itâs clear that your ghost has been very touch-starved. His hand gropes at your waist, toying with the towel still wrapped around your body.Â
You canât help yourself, you reach a hand between your bodies, cupping his cock through his jeans.
Mingyu pants against your lips, breaking the kiss to look down at where youâre touching him. âFuck, you feel so fucking good,â he groans, pressing his hips forward for more friction.
Heâs literally adorable, and so receptive.Â
âYouâll take care of me first though, right?â you toy, squeezing your hand tighter around the large bulge in his pants.
âYeah,â he swallows thickly, nodding. âBeen wanting to taste your pussy for fucking months.â
Your core throbs at his words- heâs got a big dick and he likes oral? Your night just keeps getting better.
âThen you should taste me,â you tell him. âIâm even sweeter than I look.â
Mingyu lets out a deep groan, and then heâs sinking to his knees on the bathroom floor. His mouth finds your calf, and his large hands grab at your leg, adjusting it onto his shoulder while his lips ascend to your thigh.Â
You lean back against the wall, trying to catch your breath while the large man gets closer and closer to where you need him most.
He reaches up, grabbing at your towel and tugging. In one motion, youâre naked for him, and the cool air of the bathroom has your skin tingling, nipples pebbling with interest.
Mingyu spreads your legs wider, and you can feel his breath on your pussy. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair. He looks up at you, eyes dark with lust, and then heâs diving in. Heâs all tongue, the wet muscle pushing into your hole to taste you while he releases an almost animalistic groan of appreciation.
Itâs clear this man is a pussy lover, and you canât believe heâs gone so long without having his mouth on one. Youâre more than happy to make up for the lost time, enjoying the feeling of him pressing his face closer to your wet core, tongue lapping at you while he begins to grind his nose against your clit.
He definitely knows how to eat, and you find yourself closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling building in the pit of your stomach. His hands are on your hips, but one trails up, grasping for your breast. The added stimulation of his thumb and pointer pinching your nipple has you crying out, hips rutting toward his face.
He just feels so good- and when his lips move to suction around your clit, your thigh quakes on his shoulder. âFuck-â you moan loudly, shocked that itâs been this easy for him to get you to the cusp of an orgasm.Â
Most men donât know how to handle you, but itâs clear that he does.Â
You can feel yourself practically dripping, and youâre not sure if itâs pussy juice or the ghostâs drool, but you donât really care. Itâs sinful and sexy and dirty- exactly what Halloween should be.Â
Mingyu lets go of your breast, adjusting his hand- two fingers slide into your core while his mouth continues on your clit, and you swear this purgatory-bound sinner has just taken you to heaven.Â
Youâre a mewling mess now, moans and gasps leaving you uncensored while his thick fingers stretch out your core, pushing in and out while his tongue flicks at your most sensitive spot.
âIâm gonna cum,â you tell him, eyes clenched shut as the knot in your stomach is pulled tighter and tighter-
The man between your legs groans in response, driving his fingers into you faster and harder, his mouth making lewd sucking sounds around your clit.Â
Itâs everything you need to reach your high and you gasp loudly, tangling your fingers in his hair while your orgasm washes over you. Your hips buck against his face, only for his free hand to pin you to the wall, his motions never ceasing while you cry out, your core throbbing around his fingers.
No one has ever eaten you out this good. Your mind is practically blank, body completely overwhelmed with the pleasure surging through you.Â
Itâs almost too much for you to handle, and you find yourself tugging at Mingyuâs hair, trying to pull him away-
He wonât budge, growling heavily against your core. The vibration makes your legs twitch, and youâre not sure youâll even be able to stand if he keeps this up-
Finally, Mingyu pulls away. Heâs panting hard. His fingers slip out of your pussy only for him to place them in his mouth, sucking them clean while he groans lewdly. âFuck,â he mumbles, looking up at you with stars in his eyes. âThat was so good.â
You canât even speak yet, too breathless from the mind-numbing orgasm to even think.Â
Mingyu stands up, and you have to tilt your head to retain eye contact. God, whyâs he so big and fuckable?
âLook at you, princess. You usually have good comebacks.â He leans forward, breath hot against your face. âGhost got your tongue?â
You canât help but laugh slightly, and Mingyu grins down at you. Then heâs cupping your cheek again, bringing his lips to yours. You can taste yourself as he kisses you deeply, but you donât even care. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing your boobs against his chest.
You need to be closer to him. Need to feel him, fully.
Mingyu reaches down, grabbing your ass and lifting you off the ground. Your legs wrap around his hips and the ghost carries you through the apartment, gently setting you onto your bed.
He towers over your now and your pussy throbs at the idea of how well heâs about to wreck you.
âYou still want me, right?â he asks. âIâll be good for you, I promise.â
You nod, licking your lips. âI know you will.â
âIâm a good boy,â Mingyu says quietly, eyes dipping down to your core.
âThen be a good boy and take off your shirt, I want to see you.â
Heâs quick to comply, tearing off the black fabric to reveal his muscular chest. Your pussy throbs at the sight alone. His arms are huge, biceps bulging deliciously, and his pecs look downright biteable. Then there are his abs-
You sit up, trying to contain yourself. âPants next.â
âFuck, princess,â Mingyu groans, already working on his belt. âHas anyone ever told you how fucking perfect you are?â
âYouâd know if they had, wouldnât you, Ghost?âÂ
âThese fucking dudes you have over,â Mingyu clicks his tongue, ânone of them have known how to treat you right.â
âBut you do?â
âOf course!â he scoffs, pushing his pants and underwear down, revealing the biggest cock youâve ever seen. âName one other guy whoâs eaten your pussy like I have.â
He knows you too well.
âI should return the favour,â you suggest.Â
âFuck, Iâd die all over again if you did.â
You get onto your knees, shuffling closer. You kiss him first, cupping his cheek with one hand while the other moves down to his cock, stroking him gently while he whines against your lips. He ruts his hips, forcing more friction while you grin into the kiss.Â
âNeedy Ghost,â you laugh.
âNeed you so fucking bad,â he agrees.Â
âThen I shouldnât keep you waiting, should I?âÂ
âPlease, donât.â
You begin to kiss down his neck, taking your time as you trail your mouth across his body. You appreciate every centimeter, all the way down his pretty chest and abs. You trace your tongue along his hip bone and the ghost shivers, letting out a shuddery breath. âHoly shit.âÂ
âYouâll be nice and praise me while I have my mouth full, wonât you, handsome?â You sneak a glance up at him as you take him in your hand, adjusting his cock.Â
âYeah-â He swallows thickly. âI know how much my princess loves being told sheâs a good girl.â
âAm I your good girl?âÂ
âSo fucking good,â he nods eagerly. âSo fucking good for me I canât even believe it.â
You smile to yourself, pressing a chaste kiss to the head of his leaking cock that has the Ghost practically whimpering.Â
âFuck, can I- can I grab your hair?â
âUh huh,â you lick a stripe along the head of his cock, circling it with your tongue while the gorgeous man shivers at the contact.Â
âPlease donât tease me,â he begs, grabbing a fistful of your hair. âI donât- donât know how much time I have with you, and Iâll die if we spend the whole time teasing and I donât even get to feel your perfect fucking pussy-â
You wrap your mouth around his cock, agreeing with what heâs saying, and it earns an immediate moan of appreciation from the man towering over you.
âFuck, princess, you feel so good- you feel so fucking good-â
You swirl your tongue around his length, running it along the crease between the head and shaft. Mingyuâs grip tightens in your hair as more breathy moans spill from his lips.Â
Heâs much too big to fit in your mouth, so you pump what you canât reach, using your saliva as lube to make stroking easier while you suck on him. Your eyes are closed, mind focused on pleasuring him the way heâd just pleasured you in the bathroom.
It feels good to be giving something back to him, especially as praises and words of encouragement fill the room. âJust like that, just like that, holy shit-â
You take him as deep as you can go, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, which constricts around him.
âOh my god-â he practically whimpers, fingers flexing in your hair. âPlease let me fuck your face, please, I want it so bad-â
You make a sound of affirmation and thatâs all it takes for Mingyu to release a low groan, pushing his hips forward. He hits the back of your throat again and you do your best to clear your mind, focusing on anything but the gagging sensation as he begins to use your mouth for his own pleasure.
âHoly shit, good girl, good fucking girl-â he moans, quickening his pace. His grip on your head keeps you where he wants you, and itâs clear heâs being cognizant of not making you gag too hard. He seems to know your boundary, know just what to do without making it too much.
âFuck, itâs too good- youâre too fucking good at this, princess,â Mingyu pants. âIâm gonna cum, Iâm gonna cum but I promise Iâll still fuck you, I promise my recharge time is quick-â
You suction your cheeks harder around him and Mingyu practically cries out, grip tightening in your hair so hard it almost hurts. Heâs a garbled mess of swear words now, and a few thrusts later heâs cumming down your throat, releasing the prettiest moan youâve ever heard while his hips shudder with effort.
âHoly shit, good girl, good girl-â he groans, motions slowing as he cums rope after rope- âTaking me so fucking well, oh my god-âÂ
Mingyu pulls out of your mouth, breathing hard. He looks down at you while you also take a few deep breaths.Â
Itâs the oddest thing. His cum hadnât tasted like anything. There was no salt or musk- it was just⌠different. You suppose heâs a ghost, so that could account for the lack of flavour, and you almost prefer it that way.Â
âThat was so good,â Mingyu tells you. âYouâre good, right?âÂ
You nod, pulling away from him to fall back against the bed again. âIâm perfect.â
âYeah, you are,â the ghost laughs.Â
âSo are you going to make me cum again, orâŚ?â you cock your head to the side, assessing him.
Heâs still trying to catch his breath, cheeks all flushed, hair a tangle of dark curls. He looks beautiful.
âFuck, yeah,â Mingyu grins, and the smile lights up his whole face. âI know you probably want two or three more, youâre insatiable like that, arenât you, princess?â
âI guess it takes one to know one,â you laugh. âI bet you usually cum two or more times watching me, donât you, Ghost boy?â
âGuilty.â He runs his fingers through his wild hair. âBut my hand is nothing compared to you.â
âFunny, my hand is nothing compared to you either.â
âMatch made in heaven,â Mingyu muses, getting onto the bed to join you while you wrap your arms around his shoulders, tugging him in for another breathtaking kiss.
He slots so well between your legs, one hand pressed to the bed while the other comes up to massage your breast. You moan against his lips, arching your back, wanting more. His thumb brushes over your nipple and then heâs pinching it, making you cry out.
âYou like a little pain, donât you, princess?â he grins, looking down at you.
âA little,â you admit.
âYou knowâŚâ his hand moves up from your breast, teasing over your collarbone, âsometimes, when youâre trying to make yourself cum, and you choke yourself- itâs one of the sexiest things Iâve ever fucking seen.â
âOh yeah?â You grab his hand, guiding it to your throat.Â
In the back of your mind, you remember that this hot ghost is also a killer- but his hands are shockingly soft and gentle as he squeezes your neck.Â
âFuck, you look gorgeous,â he groans.
âTighter,â you tell him, stroking his forearm while the muscles move beneath the skin, his hand pressing harder onto your airway.
You let out a small whimper, closing your eyes and enjoying the lightheaded feeling.Â
âReady for my fingers again?â he asks.
âWant your cock.â
âFingers first,â he insists, letting go of your throat so he can trail his hand down your body until heâs cupping your pussy. You buck against his hand and he grins. âSo eager.â
âBe a good boy and make princess cum again,â you tell him.
Itâs an interesting kink for him to have - the whole good boy angle -Â you would have thought a man like him would be a full dom, but you kind of enjoy this switchy side. It allows you to tell him what to do, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy holding a lot of the power in this interaction.
Two of his fingers slip into your core and you both groan at the feeling. âStill so fucking wet,â the ghost muses. âDid sucking me off turn you on that much?â
âI like the sounds you make,â you admit, rocking your hips against his hand while he palms your clit.
âYeah?â His grin widens.Â
âYouâre my perfect puppy,â you sigh happily as he finger fucks you even harder.Â
Mingyu reacts to the new petname with a low groan and you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging his lips to your own. You love the way his tongue invades your mouth, teasing and tasting but not dominating.Â
His fingers continue to stretch you out, his palm a constant pressure on your clit. You canât fucking wait to take his cock, and itâs just one orgasm away.Â
You break the kiss to move your mouth to his neck, loving the whimpery sounds of appreciation that leave him as you begin sucking on his skin. Thereâs no reason not to leave marks, so you go as hard as you want, teasing your teeth over his jugular while it bounces with effort.
âFuck, fuck-â Mingyu groans loudly, clearly enjoying the attention being paid to his pretty throat.
You can feel your core beginning to throb, your pussy tightening as another orgasm approaches, doing its best to keep Mingyuâs fingers buried knuckle deep even as he drives them into you rougher and rougher.
âAre you gonna cum again?â Mingyu asks, breathless. âPlease tell me youâre gonna cum again.â
You can feel his cock, hard and pressed to your leg, leaking from how turned on he is while he finger fucks you and you kiss his throat. Heâs so easy to make come undone. It boosts your ego like nothing else, and your pussy pulses with desire.
âIâm close,â you tell him, licking at his throat and making your way to his ear. âBe a good boy and make me cum.â
Mingyu groans loudly, and then heâs suddenly pulling away from you, moving down the bed to get between your legs again. His fingers donât stop inside of you, but his free hand pushes your thigh up, giving him more space as he brings his lips to your clit.
âHoly shit-â you groan, threading your fingers through his hair and letting your head loll back against the pillows. You hadnât thought youâd get his mouth on you like this again- but you suppose you had commanded him to make you cum, and this position is a tried and true winner.Â
You canât even tell him youâre about to cum, he simply tears it out of you. Your back arches off the bed, a sinful whine escaping your lips while your thighs quiver, pussy clamping down on his fingers, your clit throbbing desperately. Mingyu lets out a growl, slurping hard at the sensitive bud, and it brings tears to your eyes at how good it feels.
You feel like youâre the ghost now, your soul practically leaving your body while Mingyu works you through another one of the most intense orgasms of your entire life.
When he finally pulls away from your core, you canât even open your eyes. You can only lay there, trying to catch your breath while the bed dips under his weight. You feel his hands digging into the pillows on either side of your head, and then something brushes by your nose.
You open your eyes to find Mingyu staring down at you, gently rubbing the tip of his nose against your own. âYou good, princess?â
âIâm perfect,â you tell him, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer.
You catch his cock between your bodies and a moan leaves you at how big he feels.Â
âReady for more?â he asks.
You can only nod, grabbing at his shoulders to drag him into a kiss. Itâs almost relaxing to take a minute to just kiss him, mind blank, body still tingling in the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Then Mingyu begins to rut his hips, dragging his cock through your pussy lips and making you groan when he bumps your clit.
Youâre the one who reaches between your bodies, grabbing his dick to line it up with your core.
Mingyu watches you carefully and you give him a small nod. âDo it,â you tell him. âFuck me stupid.â
He only laughs, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes into you. Your pussy swallows him inch by inch, with you clawing at his shoulders when heâs finally all the way in.Â
Youâve never felt anything like Mingyu- he stretches you out in a way that most men can only dream of. You feel small, fragile, needy- almost like a virgin again, and the way heâs kissing you eagerly definitely brings back memories of first times.Â
He begins to thrust gently, allowing your body time to adjust to his massive size. Youâre a little shocked at how easy the glide of it is, but you suppose youâre wetter than youâve ever been after having cum so hard twice. It feels absolutely all-consuming. His cock is practically all you can think about as you tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him deeper.
Mingyu is groaning into your mouth, and the sounds fuel your entire body with even more lust. You trail one hand down his back, enjoying the way it makes him shiver.Â
âDo I feel good, Gyu?â you ask.
âYou feel perfect,â he tells you, burying his face against your throat. His mouth is hot as he leaves wet kisses there, his hips moving even faster. âSo fucking good. Better than I ever imagined.â
âYouâve imagined me a lot, havenât you, big guy?â
âSo many times-â he admits. âNever thought⌠never thought Iâd actually get to fuck you like this.â
âJust wait till you make me cum while buried inside of me,â you grin, tilting your head so he can press fevered kisses to your jaw while groaning loudly.Â
âFuck-â One of his hands moves to your hip, keeping you pinned. Heâs fucking you so hard now that the bed is rocking, but you canât bring yourself to care about neighbors. âWait, flip around for me, I know you go wild for doggy.â
God, itâs so easy with him.Â
He has you on your knees in seconds, large hands cupping your hips to adjust your ass higher as he slips back inside of you. This new position makes him feel even bigger, if thatâs possible, and it makes your toes curl.Â
With each hard snap of his hips, your ass slaps back against his front. The sound of skin on skin mixed with his moans is doing something crazy to you- youâre completely consumed by him. Thereâs not a thought in your head other than âYes, yes, yes! Fuck, harder Gyu, harder!â
Heâs more than willing to comply, railing you like youâve never been railed before.
You can feel fluids beginning to drip down your legs, thatâs how wet you are. Stroke game has never been this easy.
Then he reaches around your front, leaning over your back so he can access your clit. You cry out from the stimulation, core clenching deliciously around the large intrusion. âHoly shit-â you whimper.
âCan you cum for me again, princess?â Mingyu asks, breath hot against your shoulders.Â
âAre you close?â you gasp, feeling another orgasm building achingly fast.
âYeah, but I want at least one more out of you,â the ghost says. âItâs Halloween, you deserve it.â
âI deserve it?â you nearly laugh, but the giggle is quick to turn into a moan as he applies more pressure to your clit.
âYeah, of course you deserve it. Youâre being so good for me, so fucking good-â
The praise goes straight to your pussy and you tangle your hands in the sheets. âGyu-â
âThatâs it, please, princess, wanna feel you cum.â He digs his fingers into your hip, drawing consistent circles on your clit. He knows exactly what to do to make you feel good, and you wonder how many times heâs watched you make yourself cum like this.
âThatâs it,â Mingyu groans. âFuck you feel amazing. Come on, cum for me. Come on, pretty girl.â
Your body twitches and you let out a gasp, tensing before your release hits you straight on. Your eyes clench shut as your pussy clamps down on his cock, a strangled moan escaping you as pleasure surges through you. Your mind practically short circuits, your brain blank except for the pure ecstasy heâs providing.Â
Mingyu lets out a loud groan, panting harder as he fucks you through your high. He pulls his hand away from your clit in favour of grabbing your hips again, pushing his entire cock into your aching hole over and over again.
âJust like that, just like that-â he tells you. âFuck, youâre literally dripping, holy shit-â
You donât even care that your bed sheets are going to be ruined after this- all you care about is the man behind you fucking you like itâs his last night on earth. To be fair, it just might be.
âGood princess,â Mingyu breathes. âSo good for me.â
âGyu-â you whimper trying to push yourself up onto your hands. You rut your hips back to meet his thrusts and he lets out another guttural moan of appreciation. âI wanna ride you till you cum.â
You think he deserves it.Â
In fact, you know he deserves it.
This man has made you cum three times already, and youâll be damned if you donât try to return the favor.Â
âYou wanna ride me?â Mingyu stops with his cock fully inside of you, and his hand smooths down your back. âReally?â
âUh huh,â you nod, pushing back against him in an attempt to get him even deeper. âBet you miss being ridden, donât you, big guy?â
He lets out a groan, and then heâs removing his cock from your core, practically pouncing onto the bed next to you. He grabs your hips, helping you straddle him. While you reach between your bodies to grab his cock and line it up with your core, he slips a hand around the back of your skull, pulling your lips down to meet yours.
The ghost is grinning into the kiss and itâs almost laughable how excited he is.Â
You sink down onto his length and you both release loud moans into each otherâs mouths.Â
It feels so good to be filled up like this. You begin by grinding against him, adjusting to his size. You can feel him so deep, all the way in the pit of your stomach.
He grabs at your thighs then your boobs, and you can tell heâs having difficulty deciding which parts of you he wants to worship. Then he takes a fistful of your ass, squeezing rough enough to have you whimpering while his tongue invades your mouth.
You begin to ride him, bracing your hands against his chest.
Mingyu is just so big- the sexiest man youâve ever fucked and thereâs no contest in that.
Heâs so good at kissing too, moaning into it while you pick up the speed of your thrusts.Â
He grabs your hips, helping you bounce up and down. Each movement fills you up deliciously, your drenched core swallowing him up like you were made for this.
You pull away from his lips, straightening while you ride him. Mingyu takes the opportunity to grab your breasts, kneading them in his hands while his thumbs tease your nipples. You cover his hand with one of your own, urging him to squeeze harder.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking pretty,â Mingyu groans, hips thrusting up to meet you.
His cock is hitting even deeper now, and you swear no one has ever been this deep inside of you before. Thereâs literally nothing in the world like Mingyu⌠or his cock.Â
âLook at you taking all of me,â he continues, cheeks flushed pink, breath hot. âI always knew youâd be able to- always knew youâd be a fucking champ in bed.â
You want to tell him heâs one to talk, but it seems the ghost has got your tongue again. All you can do is moan lewdly, riding him harder and ignoring the burn of your thighs.
Mingyu sits up, leaning forward to take your breast into his mouth. His tongue flicks by your nipple and you cry out, tangling your fingers in his hair to hold him to your chest. He groans deeply as you pull on his hair, teeth grazing the sensitive bud caught between his lips.
âHoly shit,â you whimper, core clenching tight around his cock.
The ghost pants loudly, giving your breast one last kiss before he flops down onto his back again. âYou close?â he asks, reaching out so his thumb can find your clit, rubbing it.
âFuck, yeah- if you keep doing that, yeah, Iâm close-â you nod, clawing at his chest.
âI need you to cum with me,â Mingyu tells you. âWant us to cum together.â
âMe too, me too-â you assure him, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling of his cock filling you up perfectly while his thumb works harder on your clit.
âWant you on top,â the ghost continues, âbut I want to take over. Can you rub yourself for me?â
âYeah.â You swallow thickly, leaning over him so you can press your lips to his own. Your hand sneaks between your legs, and you hover over him, thrusts coming to a stop while he gets a grip on your hips.
His tongue battles your own as he begins to piston up into you- God, it feels even better when heâs the one fucking you from below. All you have to do is hold yourself over him with one shaky arm while your fingers work on your clit, dragging you closer and closer to the edge again.
âOh my god-â you mumble against his mouth, and it only makes him smile, rutting up into you even faster.Â
âI canât-â he breaks the kiss to burry his face against your throat, âI canât hold off much longer, please tell me youâre gonna cum with me, please-â
âI will!â you whine. âIâm so close-â
His mouth is hot against your neck and he sucks on your sweet spot, making you cry out. He groans loudly at the way your core tightens around his massive cock. Then heâs pulling away from your throat, wrapping a hand around it instead.
âLook at me,â he instructs. âWant to watch you cum.â
You force your eyes open, gasping as he tightens his grip on your neck. Youâre so fucking close you can almost taste it.Â
His other arm adjusts, palm snaking up your back as he fucks up into you wildly.
âCan I give you a countdown?â he asks.
You nod enthusiastically. Heâs choking you too hard to answer. Your blood is rushing to your head and your pussy, body practically on fire-
âThree-â he moans loudly, staring up at you with dark eyes. âTwo-â a small grunt leaves his lips, fingers digging into your back. âOne! Cum with me- please, fuck, cum with me!âÂ
You let out a gasp, all the tension in your body snapping like the cord in your stomach. Pleasure washes over you, and itâs unlike anything youâve ever felt. Itâs better than the first three orgasms if thatâs even possible, and if it werenât for the tight grip on your neck cutting off most of your sounds, youâre sure youâd be screaming.
Mingyuâs deep groans are only making you more turned on as your core throbs around his cock. Heâs still fucking you, but soon the pleasure seems to be even too much for him. He drags you fully against his chest, burying himself completely in your pussy while he fills you up with his cum.Â
He releases your throat in favor of smashing his lips against your own, tongue running against your teeth while he groans loudly. You whimper into the kiss, pussy still pulsing around him.
This has to be one of the longest orgasms youâve ever had- and with his massive cock still buried inside of you, your pussy gets practically no reprieve. All you can do is gasp and whimper against his lips while your body struggles to process the insane amount of pleasure thatâs still coursing through you.
Mingyu lets out a laugh, resting down against the pillows and looking up at you. âWas that good?â he asks.Â
You can only shake your head at him, letting out a small chuckle as the last of your orgasm wafts through you like a warm summer breeze.Â
âYeah,â his hand smooths up and down your back, âit was good for me too.â
âYou literally just ruined me for anyone else.â
âThat was the goal, princess.â He grins.
âYouâre so bad.â
âObviously you have a thing for bad boys.â
âAnd ghosts, apparently.â Youâre still coming to terms with what youâve just done. Part of you wonders if this is just some crazy dream.
âJust me though, right?â He kisses you gently and it leaves you wanting more.
âFor now, but if I meet another ghost with a huge cock, maybe that will change,â you tease.
Mingyu sighs, shaking his head at you. âWe should probably get you cleaned up, then⌠can we cuddle? Iâm still not sure how long youâll be able to see me, and⌠I think ending the night holding you would be nice.â
A ghost who loves eating pussy, made you cum four times, has a massive cock, and wants to spoil you with some aftercare-
Youâre for sure ruined for any other guy you meet and you know it.Â
It sucks to have to get off of Mingyuâs dick, and your legs hurt, but he helps you to the bathroom with a shit-eating grin. âNever seen you walk like this after being fucked,â he muses.
âNo oneâs fucked me like you just did and you know it,â you laugh.Â
He gives you a bit of privacy while you pee and get all the cum off of you, but he joins you when you begin to brush your teeth. Mingyu stands behind you, hands finding your hips, eyes locked on yours through the mirror.Â
âTomorrow, when you get ready for bed, imagine me right here,â he tells you, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder.Â
âYeah?â You press your ass back against him. âIs this usually where you stand while I brush my teeth?â
âUh huh.â His hands move from your hips to grab onto your tits, squeezing them. âGonna miss being able to touch you.â
You frown a little at his words, spitting into the sink before turning in his arms. âIâm gonna miss you too, Gyu.â
âReally?â He grins. âSo no more fucking randoms?â
You laugh. âDo you expect me to wait a whole nother year just to get railed again?â
âI guess that does sound impossible,â Mingyu sighs. âJust know that any guy you do bring over⌠Iâll be watching.â
âAnd judging, I bet.â Heâs so obsessed with you that it hurts.Â
âAlways.â
âWhat are you going to do?â you ask. âWaiting for a whole year before you can fuck me again?â
âYou know what Iâm going to do,â he grins. âEvery time you touch yourself, Iâll be touching myself too.â
God, this is going to take masturbation to a whole new level.
âDo youâŚâ you swallow. âIf I got Jeonghanâs ouija board, do you think you could communicate with me through it? I mean⌠youâve never thrown books around or done anything like this before so-â
âMaybe,â Mingyu cocks his head to the side. âI kind of had to use Seokminâs hands as my own tonight, but, I could try it with just you. But you canât expect to ask a question and have the wooden thing move to an answer on its own.âÂ
âOkay, noted.â You let out a sigh. âNow come to bed with me, puppy. I need a good cuddle.â
He lets you take his hand, guiding him back to your room where he joins you under your duvet.Â
Mingyu is quick to adjust you as his little spoon, pulling you tight to his chest. One arm is secured under your head as a mock pillow, and the other hand cups your breast. His breath is hot against your neck.
âWould it be too soon to say I love you?â he asks suddenly.
You can only laugh. Youâve just met him tonight, but you suppose heâs been watching you for months at this point. You can only imagine how much heâs pined for you by this point.Â
âYou can say it, but I canât return the sentiment, not now at least,â you admit.
âThatâs okay, Ghost romances are usually one-sided anyways, or so I would imagine.âÂ
You can only laugh, enjoying the feeling of his body wrapped around yours.
âYou wonât be here in the morning,â you muse sadly.
âI mean, Iâll be here, but you wonât be able to see me.â
âDo ghosts sleep?â you ask.
âYeah.â
âWhere do you usually sleep?â
âOn the couch.â
âWell, from now on, I give you permission to sleep here with me.â
âReally?â He squeezes your breast.
âOf course. This is going to sound crazy, but⌠I can even say goodnight to you, although you wonât be able to say it back.â
âIâll say it back,â Mingyu assures you. âYouâll just have to imagine it.â
âI can do that.â
âGonna have to imagine a lot of things.âÂ
You know that a relationship with a ghost isnât a long-term plan. You know that things canât really go anywhere with him- but at the same time, thereâs almost a peace that comes with having your very own personal spirit whoâs in love with you and restricted to your apartment.
âYouâre tired, arenât you, pretty girl?â His breath is comforting against the nape of your neck.
âExhausted.â
âThen you should get some sleep.â
âYou donât want me to stay up? Donât want to enjoy every second we have together?âÂ
âI always enjoy every second we have together,â he laughs. âSomething tells me this touching thing isnât going to last much longer, and I want you to fall asleep in my arms, even if itâs only once.â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
âGoodnight, princess.â He presses a kiss to your shoulder. âI love you.â
Itâs the last words you hear from him as you drift off to sleep, your body succumbing to the exhaustion of four orgasms.Â
When you wake up the next morning, your bed is empty, but you know youâre not alone.
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đŽ preview. It has to be close to midnight now- it has to be- âI need you now,â you whine, moving your hand from your clit to grab the sheets. âWeâve both been so good this year, this is so unfair-â Youâre horny, but youâre sad too, frustrated, desperate, annoyed- Thereâs no way you can make yourself cum while up in your head like this and you know it. Letting out a groan of defeat, you tear your hand from between your legs- only for it to be caught in a vice grip. Your eyes flash open, heart thundering in your ribcage. Mingyu is kneeling at the foot of the bed, and you watch as he brings your wet fingers to his mouth, licking them clean and letting out an absolutely guttural groan.
cw/ tw. masturbation, oral (f receiving), multiple reader orgasms, unprotected sex, praise, dirty talk, cock warming, bulge kink, deep kink, serial killer/ghost Mingyu, switch Mingyu, hand job, big dick Mingyu, fingering, mentions of suicide, recording sex with a phone, boob worship, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) princess, good girl. (his) good boy.
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Part of you wishes youâd never told Jeonghan about Mingyu because your friend has become absolutely obsessed with communicating with your apartment ghost. In the year since you last saw Mingyu, there hasnât been one hangout at your place that didnât include Jeonghan whipping out the Ouija board.
âWe should do another shot,â Jeonghan tells you, sitting on the couch and toying with the planchette.
âItâs almost midnight, I really think you should be heading home,â you sigh. Seokmin, Soonyoung and Seungkwan have the decency to have left half an hour ago, but theyâve never been that excited about your ghost adventures.
âYou wonât even let me meet the guy?â Jeonghan whines. âCome on, let's ask Mingyu if he wants to meet me!â
He places the planchette on the board, and it immediately moves to Yes. Sometimes you think Jeonghanâs moving it himself, using your ghost roommate to further his own wants and needs.Â
âIâm pretty sure Mingyu will want to spend the full-time slot with me alone,â you insist.Â
The planchette moves to No and you roll your eyes while Jeonghan grins at you.
âGive me that!â You take the wooden tool from his hands, setting it on the board. âMingyu, do you want Jeonghan to leave?â
You feel the familiar cold tingle in your hands, and without adding any pressure yourself, the planchette moves to the word Yes.Â
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Welcome to my first kinktober masterlist! There will be six fics with one or more kinks as prompts, featuring Love and Deepspace men with fem!reader (afab). Some of them are going to be set in some form of alternate universe, in the spirit of my favorite holiday - Halloween. I hope you'll have fun reading the fics. đ¤đ§Ą
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"---Sorry that I look like a mess. I booked a haircut but it got rescheduled."
-> They're covered in blood. Is it fake blood? Who knows. ( but probably not. )
#* opens.#đ you're the first starlight reborn through the night ( main. )#happy Halloween! legal cosplay day
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I have no idea if you will be able to do this in time
But can you throw some Halloween headcanons with all the bg3 main companions! <3
Babe the way I had to SEARCH for this ask in the sea of requests, but I was determined. So I am going to do a halloween scenario but moreso the bg3 companions reacting to you forcing them to dress up for halloween ;)
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BG3 Companions | Halloween
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Karlach:
Karlach narrowed her eyes at you, arms crossed over her chest as she looked down at the costume youâd spent the last few nights putting together. You could tell she was holding back a smirk, but she was still being stubborn.
âA campfire?â she asked with exaggerated skepticism, raising one eyebrow. âSoldier, you want me to dress up as a campfire?â
âYes!â you replied with enthusiasm, clutching the little bundle of accessories youâd made for her. âLook, itâs perfect for you! Youâre warm, you bring everyone together, you light up every room youâre inâand, letâs face it, youâve got literal flames licking off your skin when you get excited.â You held up the marshmallow sticks youâd crafted. âItâll be fun! Kids will love it!â
She kept her arms crossed but looked intrigued despite herself, glancing down at the costume pieces in your hands. You could see her hesitation melting bit by bit.
âCâmon, please?â you added, giving her a soft smile. âI swear itâll be worth it. Iâll even do all the cleanup afterward. And⌠Iâll owe you for this,â you promised, arching an eyebrow suggestively.
Karlach let out a dramatic sigh, letting you take that as a small victory.
âYouâre lucky I love you,â she said, shaking her head, but she finally relented, holding out her arms for you to start putting the costume together.
You beamed and set to work. The base of the costume was a simple brown wrap to resemble logs, snugly wrapped around her waist. Over her shoulders, you draped a soft, red cloak with fire resistant felt flames that flickered and shimmered with the charms youâd enchanted to give her natural flames an extra glow. You attached more flames around her wrists and ankles, creating the effect of a warm, roaring campfire with her at the center. She rolled her eyes when you added the final touchesâtwo wooden sticks with marshmallows glued onto themâbut her lips twitched up in a reluctant smile.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, hands on her hips as she looked from side to side, assessing your work.
âAlright, alright,â she admitted with a smile finally breaking through. âGuess I do look kinda⌠cozy.â
The kids were already gathering by the time you led her to the village, their eyes wide as they spotted Karlachâs flaming costume from a distance. A little crowd started to form, kids cheering and jumping around as they spotted the 'campfire lady'. Karlachâs surprise melted into delight as she held out the marshmallow sticks, laughing as the kids shyly took turns roasting their treats on her flaming hands.
âWhoa, youâre really warm!â one of them gasped, his marshmallow turning golden as he held it close to her hand. Karlach laughed, patting him gently on the shoulder.
âJust wait âtil you see it when itâs really glowing,â she whispered playfully, letting the flames on her skin flicker up just a bit higher. The kids gasped and cheered, completely in awe of her. One by one, she helped them roast marshmallows to perfection, giving tips on how to achieve the perfect golden brown.
You stayed nearby, watching with a smile as Karlach lit up the entire square, her laughter carrying over the joyful chatter of the crowd around her. She looked down at you, and the affection in her eyes was almost as warm as her flames.
âYou win,â she murmured when she finally got a moment with you. âLook at their little faces⌠theyâre eating it up.â
âTold you it was perfect,â you replied, squeezing her hand gently. âLook how happy they are because of you.â
Karlachâs smile softened, and she glanced back at the group of kids eagerly taking turns roasting their treats, some even asking for a second or third marshmallow just to keep the fun going. She was practically glowing now, in every sense of the word.
As the night wound down, her costume had become a sticky mess of marshmallow smudges and crumbs, and her cheeks were sore from hours of smiling. But you could tell she was basking in the warmth of it allâthe happiness, the laughter, the looks of awe and wonder from the kids whoâd never seen anything like her. She was still chuckling as she helped hand out the last of the marshmallows, patting one of the kids gently on the back as he ran off, marshmallow goo on his face.
Once the square emptied out, Karlach sighed contentedly, her flames flickering down as she took a moment to breathe. She looked over at you, a mixture of gratitude and affection in her eyes.
âThank you,â she said, squeezing your hand and pulling you in for a hug. âThis was⌠just the best. They loved it.â
You leaned into her embrace, resting your head against her shoulder.
âAnything for you,â you replied softly. âAnd hey, I always knew youâd make a perfect campfire.â
She chuckled, ruffling your hair as she kissed the top of your head. âGuess youâre right,â she murmured.
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Minthara:
âAbsolutely not,â Minthara stated firmly, crossing her arms as she eyed the displacer beast costume you held up.
âCome on, my love,â you coaxed, stepping closer with a grin. âItâs perfect. Even youâve said you have feline instincts! Just⌠imagine prowling around like a creature of the night.â You wiggled the tail in front of her, hoping the flickering, eerie lights of the little village might inspire her to humor you.
She narrowed her eyes, clearly unamused by your pitch, though her lips twitched in a way that suggested she might find it a little funny.
âI will not be reduced to childish imitations,â she spat, looking at the sleek, dark-furred costume in disdain. âAnd I wonât wear it.â
âOh really?â you challenged, smiling deviously as you watched her flick her gaze from you to the costume and back again. âBecause Iâm pretty sure thatâs exactly what youâre going to do.â
Her eyebrows shot up, but she barely had a chance to react as you launched yourself at her, pressing her backward and shoving the soft, padded costume onto her shoulders. She let out a startled yelp, trying to shake you off as you shoved her arms into the sleeves and wrestled the hood over her head.
âOh, for the love of the gods!â Minthara barked, half-heartedly pushing at you as you pulled the furry ears into place. âI swear, I will make you pay for this.â
Once she was securely wrapped up in the costumeâwhiskers, padded tail, and allâyou stepped back to take in the sight. The sleek black fabric hugged her form, with the twin displacer beast tentacles curling over her shoulders and around her waist, giving her an undeniably mischievous look. She was, in short, perfectly suited to it, with her sharp eyes peeking out from beneath the hood.
âTouch it, and you wonât see the bed for a week,â you said sharply, stopping her just as she was about to rip the hood off.
Minthara froze, her fingers twitching as her gaze shot to you, then narrowed into a glare. âYou would not dare.â
âOh, I would,â you replied coolly. âSo, you can keep it on, or you can test me.â You raised an eyebrow, holding her gaze with steady determination.
For a long moment, she merely glowered at you, clearly weighing her options. Finally, with a loud, frustrated sigh, she dropped her hands to her sides and adjusted her grip on the costumeâs tail.
âFine,â she growled. âBut if any sticky little goblin-child comes near me, Iâm dropkicking them into the next village.â
You grinned, throwing an arm around her waist as you pulled her toward the village square. âDeal.â
The festive lights and happy chatter of the town greeted you both as you arrived, with children and adults alike laughing, running from house to house for treats. You walked with Minthara through the little streets, watching her scan every corner as if searching for an ambushâand giving a barely audible growl every time someone giggled or whispered about her costume.
At one point, you turned to compliment a young child on their ghost costume, only to feel Minthara pull away from you. When you turned back, you were met with an amusing sight: Minthara, surrounded by a swarm of wide-eyed children, all grinning up at her with excitement.
âWow! Are you a real displacer beast?â one kid asked, eyes round with awe.
âBy the Underdark no,â she muttered, jaw clenched as the small army of sticky fingers approached her. She shot you a panicked, murderous look as a tiny hand tugged on one of the tentacles.
You bit back laughter, taking a few steps closer and whispering to the crowd with increased urgency as Minthara prepared to raise her leg,âHey, I hear thereâs a house down the street giving out massive chocolate bars! Biggest ones in the village!â
In an instant, the kids cheered and bolted off, racing toward the promise of candy and leaving Minthara in blessed silence once again.
As they vanished into the night, Minthara took a deep, steadying breath, muttering something under her breath about ânever doing this againâ and âcursed mortal children.â But as you wrapped your arm around her shoulders once more, you felt her hand slip into yours, her grip surprisingly gentle.
âYou did great,â you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. âAnd I think thatâs the most fun youâve had in a long time.â
Minthara huffed, but she couldnât hide the small, begrudging smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"I hate you."
"I love you too."
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Lae'zel:
Lae'zel crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at you with a steely gaze that dared you to even try.
"Under no circumstances," she intoned firmly, "am I dressing up as a frog. It is disgraceful."
âOh, come on, Laeâzel,â you pleaded, holding up the frog costume with hopeful eyes. âJust this once, for me?â
She scoffed, looking as though the very idea of her in a giant frog suit might singlehandedly ruin her reputation among all Githyanki.
"You expect a warrior, Prince Orpheus' comet, to be reduced to⌠this?â She waved her hand dismissively at the costume, shaking her head in disgust. âNo.â
âBut think about it,â you said, your voice lilting, knowing you had to play this one carefully. âThe kids would love it. Itâs Hallowâs Eve! Everyoneâs supposed to dress up as something a little fun.â
Laeâzelâs expression didnât budge, her jaw set as she shook her head, staring you down as if daring you to continue. âI have no use for human frivolities. I wonât degrade myself.â
You pulled out the big guns, stepping closer and widening your eyes, letting your lip quiver just a little. âPlease?â
Her expression faltered, only slightly.
âThat,â she said slowly, âwill not work on me. I am Githyanki. We do not bow to⌠emotional manipulations.â
You let a single tear slide down your cheek, adding a sniff for good measure.
She blinked, visibly thrown, and as much as she tried to maintain her composure, her brow furrowed just the slightest bit in concern. âStop that. This tactic is beneath you.â
âOh,â you sighed dramatically, looking down at the frog suit with a crestfallen expression. âI just thought⌠I thought itâd be cute to see you dressed up with everyone. But I understand,â you murmured, holding the costume close to you as if it was your crushed hopes and dreams.
She groaned, something she did not often do, and before she could stop herself, she muttered, âFine. But I will wield my sword.â
Fifteen minutes later, Laeâzel emerged, reluctantly pulling on the last piece of her frog costume, looking very much the part of an amphibian warriorâfrog head, billowing frog suit, and all, though her stern expression and tightly gripped longsword made her look anything but harmless.
You grinned widely, knowing that getting her to dress up had been worth the effort.
âYou look amazing,â you said, trying not to laugh. âReally fierce.â
She glared at you, her nostrils flaring slightly, but she couldnât entirely hide her intrigue when you pointed to a group of children gathered nearby, staring in awe.
âThey look scared,â she noted, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.
âYouâre a frog warrior, Laeâzel! Of course, theyâre a little intimidated. But theyâll love you.â And before she could protest further, you gently nudged her toward the kids.
She turned, moving with that same fierce stance, and the childrenâs eyes widened as she approached, frog-headed and sword-clad.
âKneel before me, tiny humans,â she commanded, her voice booming.
The kids squealed in delight and mock terror, darting back a few steps before returning, emboldened, their eyes shining as they circled her. Laeâzel raised her sword with a mock-threatening gesture, and they scattered again, laughing.
You watched her as she continued, enjoying herself more than youâd ever seen. She even leaned down to growl at a particularly bold child who tugged on her frog hood. As the children ran off to continue their candy hunt, she glanced back at you with a rare grin.
âPerhaps this is not such a pointless human tradition after all,â she said, lifting her chin proudly.
You laughed, wrapping an arm around her. âTold you itâd be fun.â
With a satisfied nod, she squeezed your shoulder. âFor you,â she muttered, âI may tolerate more⌠indulgences.â
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Shadowheart:
Convincing Shadowheart to wear a Halloween costume was proving more difficult than you expected.
"Absolutely not," she said, crossing her arms and giving you a firm, albeit playful, glare. "I am a clericânot a witch." She added that last word with the distaste of someone whoâd just bitten into something sour. âIn fact, I hate witches. Theyâre insidious manipulators, and my faith has been muddled enough.â
âBut look,â you said, holding up the sleek black witchâs hat and the carefully layered robes with stitched arcane symbols and starry patches. âItâs not a real witch outfit; itâs just for fun! Youâd be my witch, and Iâd be your little black cat.â You dangled a set of matching costumes with a playful grin.
She eyed the ensemble, a skeptical frown on her lips. âNo,â she said, looking away but unable to hide the faint smile that twitched at the corners of her mouth. âAbsolutely not.â
You sighed, dramatically bringing a hand to your chest. âYouâd look amazing, Shadowheart, all mystical and dark and mysterious. Besides, you can do whatever you want with me for a whole week if you wear it.â
At this, her eyebrows rose. The idea had clearly sparked something.
âAnything I want?â Her voice was all shadow and intrigue, her usual intensity turning mischievous.
You nodded, maintaining eye contact and trying not to grin. âAnything you want. All yours.â
She raised an eyebrow, mulling it over for only a second before taking the costume from your hands.
âFine,â she said, her tone cool but her eyes glimmering. âBut if Iâm going to be a witch, Iâm going to be the scariest one anyoneâs ever seen.â
Once she was dressed, you put on your cat ears and tail, and you couldnât help but stare. The dark robes flowed around her elegantly, and the hat sat tilted perfectly, lending her an air of dark enchantment that somehow made her even more striking.
âYou know,â you said, giving her an appreciative once-over, âI was right. You do look amazing.â
She laughed softly, casting her hand toward you in mock threat, almost as if she were casting a spell.
âYouâve barely seen anything yet,â she said with a smirk, clearly enjoying herself now. âSo are you my little black cat or not?â
You purred playfully in response, much to her amusement, and then surprised her with a whistle.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.
Just then, Scratch came bounding over, tail wagging, with tiny bat wings strapped to his back. Shadowheartâs face softened immediately as she took in the sight of him, her usual stoic demeanor melting.
âOh,â she whispered, genuinely moved. âLook at him. Heâs⌠precious.â
Scratch barked, looking between you two as though awaiting approval for his costume. She crouched down, stroking his head and adjusting his bat wings gently.
âWell, arenât you just the most terrifying little creature?â she cooed, her eyes twinkling with rare, unguarded warmth.
âYou almost died from the cuteness just now, didnât you?â you teased, leaning in beside her as she scratched Scratchâs ears.
She gave you a playful glare, the warmth never leaving her face. âMaybe. But if you tell anyone that, your week of servitude will be much more demanding.â
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Jaheira:
Convincing Jaheira to dress up for Hallows Eve took every ounce of charm and determination you possessed. She gave you an unimpressed look the first time you suggested it, her arms crossed as she tried to resist even the hint of a smirk.
"I am far too old for this," she said, voice steady but with the faintest gleam of amusement in her eyes.
"But youâre never too old to be the fiercest dragon in FaerĂťn," you replied, holding up the costume with a hopeful smile. It was more elegant than over-the-topâa deep green cloak, trimmed with silver threads and sewn to look like scales in some parts, with shoulder pieces that bore subtle, dragon-like wings. The cloak even had a hood lined with intricate, subtle horns.
Jaheira raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed as she examined the costume in your hands.
âYou want me to dress as a dragon?â she said, giving you a half-smile. "Just because I am fierce does not mean I wish to look like a⌠large, scaly lizard."
âNot just any dragon," you said, "but the most fearsome one that guards a priceless horde.â You gestured to yourself, draped in layers of golden fabrics and glittering chains, glimmering bracelets, and rings on nearly every finger. Each piece shone and reflected the light like freshly minted coins. âSee? Iâm your horde. Your treasure.â
Jaheiraâs lips curved into a reluctant smile, and she shook her head with a bemused sigh.
âYouâre insufferable,â she murmured, and reached for the costume, the softest of chuckles escaping her lips.
You watched as she draped the cloak over her shoulders, fastening it with an elegant clasp at her collarbone. The fabric rippled like scales as she moved, accentuating the already powerful presence she carried. As she lifted the hood, a subtle yet enchanting transformation took placeâsuddenly, she wasnât just Jaheira anymore. She was your fierce dragon, mysterious and mighty, with her eyes glinting like a true creature of legend.
When she turned to look at you, her smile was edged with a bit of playful danger.
âWell, how do I look?â she asked, voice low and almost teasing, as though she already knew the answer.
âLike you were born for this,â you said, unable to hide the awe in your voice. âItâs perfect.â
The two of you stared at each other for a moment, caught up in a silence that buzzed with something neither of you wanted to name just yet. Slowly, Jaheiraâs fingers reached out to toy with the golden necklace resting on your collarbone. Her eyes roved over the glinting pieces, taking in how they draped against your skin and the way they caught the light.
âMy horde,â she murmured with a half-smile, fingers trailing down to the bracelets on your wrist. âFitting.â
You could see the tension fading from her shoulders, the amusement warming her eyes.
âSo⌠shall we go scare the town as the most fearsome dragon and their horde?â you asked, barely able to keep from leaning in closer. Jaheira paused, her fingers still tracing the edges of your jewelry. She gave you a smile, this time softer, more private.
âPerhaps we should stay here instead,â she said, voice barely above a whisper, her tone laced with affection.
Your hand moved to her waist, fingers slipping under the edge of the cloak as she drew you closer. Her lips found yours in a kiss that was more intense than youâd expected, her touch gentle yet commanding, like the steady, powerful confidence she carried herself with. The night youâd planned on spending out quickly became one spent in each other's arms, with her "horde" all too willing to be claimed by the dragonâs fierce, undivided attention.
It wasnât long before the costumes were discarded, a trail of glittering gold left across the floor. And though you never left the door that night, it was a Hallows Eve neither of you would soon forget.
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Gale:
Convincing Gale to dress up for Hallows Eve took some careful nudging, but once he was finally on board, you couldnât resist suggesting a costume idea that had you giggling before you even explained it to him.
"A zombie? Really?" he asked, folding his arms in mock disappointment, though there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Of all the magical beings and creatures of wonder in FaerĂťn, youâd pick something so⌠single-mindedly undead?"
You stifled another laugh, the logic too ridiculous to resist sharing.
âBut Gale,â you said, putting on your most serious face, âyouâre a wizard, right?â
âYes, last I checked,â he replied with a smirk, leaning forward to humor you. "I was fairly certain my profession was clear."
âAnd wizards have a certain⌠thirst for knowledge, donât they?â you continued, a glint of mischief in your eyes.
âIndeed. In some cases, it can be quite insatiable,â he replied, genuinely intrigued now but slightly wary, as if sensing a twist in the logic you were spinning.
You bit back a grin, leaning in closer. âAnd where is knowledge kept, my dear wizard?â
Galeâs brow furrowed, and he answered slowly, ââŚin the brain?â
âExactly! And what do zombies love?â you asked, finally breaking into a fit of giggles as he let out a groan.
âBrains,â he said, the realization hitting him with both exasperation and amusement. "Oh, thatâs⌠itâs dreadful. Youâve managed to connect wizards and zombies on a deeper level than Iâd care to admit."
You couldnât stop laughing, enjoying every second of his feigned outrage, especially with the way his cheeks flushed as he tried to hide his smile. âCome on, Gale! Itâs perfect, really. Youâre already driven by a pursuit for knowledge, and zombies just⌠have a more basic approach to that pursuit.â
âYes, basic indeed,â he muttered with a sigh, shaking his head. But the grin was there, and you could see that he was secretly pleased by your reasoning, despite his protests. âAlright,â he conceded, rolling his eyes with a touch of dramatic flair, âIâll do it. For the sake of your delightful, albeit tenuous, reasoning. But donât expect me to groan and stumble like a true zombie. Iâll bring a touch of wizardly sophistication to the role.â
With a gleam of excitement, you began applying some light makeup to him, smudging dark shadow around his eyes, hollowing out his cheeks a little to give him that authentic "undead scholar" look. He humored you as you mussed his hair and added a few streaks of pale gray to mimic age, decay, or perhaps an âundead wizardâ whoâd spent too many sleepless nights with his spellbooks.
âThere, perfect,â you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. âYouâre like a zombie who rose from the grave just to keep researching.â
Gale examined himself in the mirror, shaking his head with mock dismay.
âI look⌠disturbingly convincing,â he admitted. âMy own brilliance, tragically reduced to a brain-hungry husk. Who wouldâve thought?â His eyes sparkled with affection as he turned back to you. "Only you would be able to charm me into such a ridiculous costume, you know."
You grinned, brushing a hand down his tattered robes. âAnd you look perfect. Just the right balance of terrifying and brainy.â
With the finishing touches done, the two of you made your way to join the festivities in the village. Gale remained in character, delivering overly dramatic monologues about his unending 'hunger for knowledge' to anyone whoâd listen, pausing now and then to compliment your costume and hold your hand.
It wasnât long before you had to admitâseeing Gale, the ever-serious wizard, play the part of a hungry zombie all for your sake was nothing short of adorable. And even Gale, in his begrudging way, had to admit he was rather enjoying himself, especially when he saw how happy it made you.
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Astarion:
Convincing Astarion to think outside the box for Hallows Eve had proved to be a herculean task. As soon as you mentioned costumes, heâd declared, "Iâll go as a vampire, obviously. Dark, seductive, the very spirit of mystery and allure. What else could possibly fit me better?"
âExactly, Astarion,â youâd replied, stifling a grin, âyou are a vampire. You need something different for Hallows Eve, something unexpected.â
He sighed dramatically, reclining with his hands laced behind his head, grumbling as he eyed you in amusement. âFine, fine, but it better be something worthy of my looks. And what about you? Iâve got plenty of ideas, you know.â
âOh, do you?â you replied, raising an eyebrow.
He flashed his wicked smile. âOf course. Letâs see⌠Sexy Sorceress? Sexy Demon? OohâSexy Darkling would suit you perfectly. Iâd even consider it a personal favor if you leaned into that one.â His tone was so sincere that it took a few beats before you realized he was utterly teasing, and you had to laugh, swatting at his arm.
âNo. Youâre the one weâre dressing up today,â you insisted, rolling your eyes. For the better part of the afternoon, you raided chests, examined cloaks, and threw around ideas that Astarion batted down faster than you could conjure up new ones.
As he tossed yet another cloak aside, you had a sudden flash of inspiration.
ââŚAn angel,â you murmured, half to yourself. Astarionâs eyebrow rose, a skeptical look in his eyes as he scoffed.
âAn angel?â He chuckled, leaning forward as he looked you up and down. âIs this another one of your schemes to get me into something ridiculous?â
âNo, Astarion, listen,â you said, your eyes bright. âYouâre the one who always describes this life you were robbed ofâthe choices taken from you, the light that was snuffed out. You could have been anyone, done anything⌠Maybe even something truly beautiful. But Cazador stole that.â Your voice softened as you reached for his hand. âSo, yes. An angel. For the grace and strength you deserve.â
For a moment, he stared at you, genuinely speechless, his smug smile slipping into something far more vulnerable. He swallowed hard, a rare flicker of uncertainty dancing across his face.
âAn⌠angel,â he repeated quietly, his voice almost reverent. âYouâre serious, arenât you?â
You nodded, your expression tender as you reached up, gently cupping his face. âYes. You deserve it, Astarion.â
His eyes glistened, a touch of softness shining through his usual guarded expression. He let out a disbelieving huff, though the hint of a smile broke through.
âDamn you,â he whispered, his voice choked. âOnly you could make such a ridiculous idea soundâŚâ
âPerfect?â you teased softly, a playful gleam in your eye. His laugh was soft, almost self-conscious, as he held onto your hands.
âYes,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper. âPerfect.â
You spent the next hour piecing together the outfit: an immaculate white tunic with golden accents, a radiant pair of ethereal wings you managed to string together with illusion magic, and even a soft golden circlet to frame his curls. He watched you fuss over each detail, looking at you with a warmth that was rarely seen. The finishing touch was a faint dusting of golden powder along his cheeks, giving him a soft, celestial glow.
When you finally stepped back to admire him, the sight of him took your breath away. Astarion, the vampire, dressed as an angel, a being of light and grace, standing before you with quiet awe.
âYou⌠you look beautiful,â you said softly, almost reverently.
For a moment, Astarion said nothing, just took your hands, holding them as though grounding himself. When he finally spoke, his voice was filled with a gratitude he rarely showed.
âI canât believe youâd see me like this,â he whispered, looking down as his thumbs brushed over your knuckles. "After everything."
You smiled, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. âYou donât need to believe it. Iâll believe it enough for both of us.â
He held your gaze for a long moment, a slow, grateful smile spreading across his face. And in that instant, it was as if the weight of all heâd endured softened, even if just a little, by your love and belief in him.
âNow,â you said with a grin, finally breaking the charged silence, âabout that Sexy Darkling costumeââ
âOh, darling,â he smirked, his usual charm back in full force, âHave I told you how much I love you?"
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Wyll:
The plan had sounded so simple when you first proposed it to Wyll: a costume for Hallows Eve, something playful and lighthearted, a chance to see him let loose and have fun. Wyll, ever the gentleman and ever your romantic, had agreed instantly, his eyes lighting up as he imagined himself in an outfit befitting a knight or perhaps a dashing prince. "A hero from a fairytale,â heâd said with an easy smile, practically glowing with excitement.
You hadnât had the heart to tell him right away that you had something a bit⌠softer in mind.
âA ram?â heâd said, blinking in polite confusion when you finally explained, taking in your expression with a hopeful, albeit slightly uncertain smile. âAs in, horns, wool, and⌠hooves?â
âWell, yes,â you replied, giving him a sweet smile and lightly tracing his curved horns. âJust think how cute youâd look! You already have the horns to make it work! And besides, I promised the kids that they could be part of your herd. Youâd be leading them around as their grand, fluffy ram!â
Wyll looked at you, mouth slightly open, clearly battling an internal struggle.
âSo⌠you want me to be⌠their flock leader?â His tone was diplomatic, but his face said he was clearly trying to figure out an escape route.
âOh, please, Wyll?â you pouted, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, complete with a dramatic little sigh. âIt would mean so much to me. And the kids would be so disappointed if you said no. Theyâre so excited, and I was going to be your shepherd! Just imagine it: me with my shepherdâs staff and you as my sweet, cuddly ram.â
He let out a low groan, rubbing a hand over his face. âYou know that I love you,â he said with a resigned sigh, though his eyes were filled with reluctant amusement. âAnd that is the only reason Iâm doing this.â
Soon after, you presented him with a bundle of fluffy white fabric and a headband with cute, spiraled horns to go over his own. Wyll held up the costume with a look of pure disbelief.
âThis is⌠quite the outfit,â he muttered, feeling the woolen fluff between his fingers with a rueful shake of his head. But there was warmth in his eyes when he looked back at you. âI suppose you wonât take no for an answer?â
âNot when youâll look this adorable,â you teased, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. âCome on, the sooner you put it on, the sooner we can get out there and show everyone!â
With one last sigh, he started changing, grumbling good-naturedly under his breath the entire time. When he emerged, draped in the full, wooly monstrosity of the costume, you couldnât help but burst out laughing. He was covered head to toe in the fluffy, bouncy material, with his horns peeking out just above his ears, and little painted hooves on his hands and feet.
âYou⌠look incredible,â you managed to say, stifling another laugh. He sighed, though a smirk was already forming on his lips.
âOnly because Iâd never hear the end of it if I didnât,â he replied, crossing his arms. âYouâre lucky I love you.â
âAnd youâre lucky I have such a good eye for costumes,â you countered, reaching up to adjust one of his horns. âJust wait until you see how much everyone loves it!â
With your shepherdâs staff in hand and Wyll reluctantly donning his oversized, fluffy ensemble, the two of you set out to the village. As youâd promised, the children were absolutely thrilled to see him, cheering and calling out his name as they ran up to pet the soft wool on his costume. They giggled and followed him around like a little flock, tugging on his âhoovesâ and patting his fluffy sleeves.
Wyll sighed but gave you a resigned smile over the childrenâs heads, his eyes softened by the sight of their joy.
âYou win,â he said quietly, his voice warm with affection. âIâll admit itâs worth it for this.â
You just grinned, leaning into his shoulder as you watched the children play around him. âAnd here you thought youâd hate it,â you teased.
He chuckled, pulling you close with a light squeeze. âDonât be so quick to assume. But next time, Iâm going as a knight. Dashing hero. Deal?â
âDeal,â you replied with a smile, squeezing his hand and leading your very own ram back to his happy flock.
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Halsin:
Convincing Halsin to dress up as a bumblebee took a great deal of pleading, gentle nudging, and some carefully chosen words about certain late night activities, but after much persistence, heâd finally agreed, albeit with a few lingering doubts.
âYou know I could just shift into one,â heâd grumbled, watching as you held up a tiny headband with wobbly antennae, complete with a pair of small, transparent wings.
âBut whereâs the fun in that?â you countered, barely containing your grin. âBesides, with the way you sneak into beehives for honey, consider this an homage to the bees youâve âborrowedâ from all these years.â
That had made him pause, a flicker of reluctant amusement in his eyes, and with a resigned sigh, he finally took the costume from you, muttering something about how ridiculous heâd look. It took him a while to wrestle himself into the striped outfitâhe was, after all, a towering druid with muscles to match, and the costume had certainly not been designed with his broad shoulders in mind. But when he finally emerged, you were struggling not to laugh.
This hulking figure of nature, all muscle and authority, stood in the doorway wearing a snug black-and-yellow striped shirt, tiny, flimsy wings that were far too small for his back, and a headband with wobbly antennae that looked especially ridiculous given his usual stoic, serene expression. Halsin gave you a look, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to say a word.
âWell?â he rumbled, crossing his arms. âIs this ridiculous enough for you, my heart?â
âOh, I donât know,â you replied, struggling to keep a straight face. âI think itâs⌠adorable. Donât you feel adorable?â
Halsin sighed, a deep rumble in his chest, but a smile was starting to pull at the corner of his mouth.
âYes,â he smiled begrudgingly, his voice low and soft. âYes, I suppose I do feel adorable.â
You stepped forward, cupping his face and planting a kiss on his lips, which softened his gruff expression as he chuckled. "Thatâs the spirit, my big, bumbling bee."
Just as he was getting used to the idea, you led him out to the Grove, where the surprise youâd prepared awaited. There, all the orphans of the Grove he cared for stood in a little cluster, each dressed as a tiny bee, buzzing and flapping their wings as they ran up to him.
One by one, they came over, reaching out to tug at his costume, laughing and running circles around him, calling out, âLook, Daddy Halsin, weâre just like you!â
Halsinâs stern expression melted completely as he looked at them, pride and warmth shining in his eyes. It suddenly made sense why youâd been so insistent on the costume. He knelt down, arms outstretched, and the children flocked to him, piling onto his lap and shoulders, each a little bee in their own right.
His gaze met yours, full of gratitude and affection. âYou planned this, didnât you?â he asked softly, his smile so tender it made your heart ache.
âI thought it might make tonight a little more memorable,â you said, watching as the children proudly showed off their costumes, making buzzing sounds and flapping their little wings.
Halsin chuckled deeply, pulling you in for another kiss, one arm wrapped around you and the other holding a little bee who clung to his shoulder. âI am surrounded by the sweetest hive I could ever ask for,â he murmured, glancing between you and the children.
You beamed at him, knowing that tonight would be a memory not just for the children, but for him as wellâyour big, bumblebee protector, with a heart as soft as honey.
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Okay so very cracky and probs a bit ooc but I just could not get this out of my head. Hope you guys enjoyed this and that you all have a very wonderful and safe halloween over the next few days ! - Seluney xox
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Hello hali!~ sweet & spicy established rs mingyu and reader dressing up as tuxedo mask and sailor moon for a halloween party!!đđĽ
â Pairing: Mingyu x afab. reader
â Summary: Itâs your first Halloween with Mingyu as a couple and when a power outage threatens to ruin your favorite holiday, Mingyu makes sure to save the night.Â
â Word Count: 3,891
â Genre: Established Relationship
â Type: Fluff, Smut
â Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.
â Warnings: Explicit language, recreational drinking at a party, brief mentions of gambling (poker), terrible Sailor Moon jokes/puns, reader gets a bit upset for stuff going wrong at a party, sexually explicit content including vaginal fingering, a little bit of cum eating, hooking up in someone elseâs bathroom, Mingyu begs a little if you squint, heavy making out, lots of ass and thigh squeezing, Mingyu does help reader jump up onto the counter, a little bit of biting.
â A/N: I AM LITERALLY THRILLED THAT YOU ASKED FOR THIS. Mingyu is SUCHHHHH a good Tuxedo Mask. I wish I had done a little more with this, but at some point I need to commit to what Iâve written and be confident in it, so I hope you enjoy silly and a little spicy Mingyu and reader!Â
â A/N 2: This is totally unedited - forgive me.
â Disclaimer: Disclaimer: All members of Seventeen are faces and name claims for stories. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. Seventeen members are not Seventeen culturally, intellectually, physically, or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.
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âAre you sure I have to wear the hat?â Mingyu pouts where he stands by the door, eyes wide and blinking at you. âItâs just going to fall off.âÂ
You put your hands on your hips, huffing in annoyance where you stand in the hall. Sweat drips on the back of your neck from rushing around the apartment to get dressed, and though putting yourself into the very itchy and difficult-to-get-into Sailor Moon costume will be worth it, youâre already worn out before the night can start.
Mingyu sees the way your brows pinch together. He grabs the hat in question from the arm of the couch, placing it atop his dark hair. He holds out his hands as if to say ta da and gives you a sheepish grin. âHat it is.â
âThank you, Tuxedo Mask.âÂ
âPrism power make your boyfriend do whatever you want,â he mutters under his breath, dropping his hands. You ignore him, instead appraising his costume.Â
Looking at Mingyu up and down makes your heart flutter. Heâs absurdly handsome outside of costume, but the well-fitted suit, elegant cape and even the top hat make him look even better. He stands near the door, chewing his lip as he lets you survey his costume, dark eyes wide.Â
âYou look really good,â you promise, crossing the space of the living room to your boyfriend. He reaches out toward you as you step into his orbit, drawn to your comforting touch. Wrapping your arms around his middle, you give him a squeeze, looking up at him through your lashes as you smile. âReally good.â
He smirks, his nervousness edged with the cockiness you know and love. âYeah?â
âMhmm.âÂ
âWhat do I get for allowing you to dress me up?âÂ
âDonât pretend you didnât want to do couples costumes.âÂ
âYouâre right.â His hand drifts from your lower back to your ass, squeezing lightly. âAnd I wanted to see you in this little dress.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you step away from him. He pouts as you do, watching you as you grab your back and point him toward the door to get going. âWhat?â he whines, trudging toward the door. âYou look really hot in the outfit.âÂ
âCome on, weâre going to be late!â
Sighing, Mingyu follows your directions to the door, grabbing the clear glasses off of the catch-all to put them on and complete the costume. He frowns a little at the plastic lenses, squinting to see through them. Wordlessly, you grab his favorite pair of sunglasses from the catch-all, raising them up toward him.
âReally?âÂ
âIâm willing to make a concession.â
He grins eagerly, trading out the traditional costume lenses for his fancy designer sunnies. âI love you.â
âMhmm. Letâs go, handsome.âÂ
A stormy sky looms over the city. Somewhere in the distance, thunder rolls. The chill wind makes the short skirt of your Sailor Moon costume flutter, a shiver sliding up your spine as Mingyu opens the door of the Uber for you to slide in.Â
As the car drives, you lean over Mingyu and look out the window nervously at the darkening sky. Itâs already late at night, but you can see the thick storm clouds threatening to break loose.Â
âThe party is inside,â Mingyu reminds you gently, sensing your nervousness. âIt wonât get ruined.â
âI know. I just love Halloween, I donât want it to rain.âÂ
He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, leaving you soft and out of breath. âItâll be alright. Weâre going to have a great time.â He points at the sky, accusatory. âPrism power go away!âÂ
Mingyu is the kind of love you thought youâd never have. When youâd met him at a bar all those years ago, you were sure heâd shake out to be another reckless decision, albeit fun. And it had been a fun decision, throwing caution to the wind and letting the charming, very attractive man take you home for the night.Â
And then the next night, followed by breakfast the next morning. And then dinner and a movie, and coffee the next morning. Mingyu kept asking you to go places and you kept saying yes. Not just because he was unnaturally good at turning you into a mess late at night in your tangled, messy sheets, but because he was charming and funny.Â
Trust has never come easy for you, but Mingyu has always risen to the occasion and exceeded your expectations. You feel a swell of affection for him as he slides out of the car and adjusts his costume, extending his hand to you with a grin.Â
When you get out of the car, you stand on the tips of your toes to press your lips against his. You feel him smile into the kiss, hands resting on your waist briefly. When you pull away, you look up at him to see heâs already looking at you through his silky lashes.Â
âWhat was that for?âÂ
âI just love you,â you quip. Lacing your fingers with his, you tug his hand toward the stairwell leading up to Soonyoungâs apartment. âThank you for being my Tuxedo Mask.â
Mingyu flushes and smiles down at his feet. He lets you tug him along, hands linked. Music echoes down the stairwell, muted by the door to Soonyoungâs apartment. You let yourself in without knocking, immediately hit by the explosion of Halloween decor and music.Â
Thriller plays loudly somewhere in the apartment. People fill out the entire space, making it cramped and difficult to navigate. Mingyuâs hands go to your waist and he pulls you to his chest, walking with you pressed close to him in the sea of people.
How Soonyoung ever manages to stuff this many people in his apartment is beyond you. You swear he doesnât have a home thatâs that large, and yet each time he has a party, you see more people than youâve ever seen packed tight.Â
Your friends are easy to spot in the corner, dominating the poker table space that Seungcheol has undoubtedly asked for. The man in question sits in a folding chair dressed as Jared Letoâs Joker, his crimson hair slicked back. He looks up and grins when he sees the two of you, holding out his hand for a fist bump while shoving chips toward the center of the table.Â
âYou two are cute,â he says, eyes drifting back to Jeonghan who is looking like the cat that ate the canary - and who is dressed like a ridiculous angel. âWant us to deal you in?â Seungcheol asks your boyfriend.
âDeal her a hand while I get drinks.â He squeezes your waist and kisses your head. âWhat do you want?âÂ
âA seltzer, please.âÂ
Jihoon looks up as you take a seat between him and Seungcheol. âHoly shit, he really does look like Tuxedo Mask. You werenât lying.âÂ
âAnd why arenât you in a costume?â You demand sharply, drinking in Jihoonâs jeans, black t-shirt and fitted ballcap.
âI am. Iâm Jason Bourne.â
âPlease.â You pick up your cards from the table, looking at your hand. âThatâs not a costume and you know it. You literally wear this every day.âÂ
âOkay, well Vernon is in the same outfit so go yell at him.â
By the time Mingyu returns, youâve won him a single hand. You feel his presence at your back, making you look up at where he stands close behind you. He grins and puts your drink down on the table, leaning over your shoulder to look at the cards you show him.Â
He hums thoughtfully, hooking his chin between your shoulder and neck to watch you play. You motion for him to switch spots and let him play with his friends, but he shakes his head, content to let you try your hand instead.Â
Youâre not particularly good at poker. Itâs a game that Mingyu taught you because he and his friends liked to play on Friday nights and he wanted you to feel included. Now, you tag along on Fridayâs but instead of playing, you sit on the sidelines with Soonyoung, who is always eager to host games but isnât exactly good at them.
The host in question appears out of the crush of the apartment crowd well into the game. He screeches happily when he sees you, bending down to press generous kisses on your cheek, which makes Mingyu grunt in annoyance. It earns him kisses on the cheek from Soonyoung as well, Mingyu groaning and shoving at the man dressed in the same tiger onesie he wears every Halloween.Â
âCome on,â Soonyoung urges, pulling at your hands. âI want you to be my partner for haunted beer pong.â
âWhat makes it haunted?â You let your friend pull you out of your sweet. Mingyu swaps places with you, picking up your cards and winking playfully at you as Soonyoung tugs you along.
âNothing, unless you count Chan lurking since he lost the first round.âÂ
âI definitely count that.âÂ
Chan is indeed lurking around the table handing out unwarranted advice to the teams playing beer pong. You eventually throw your ball at him and hit him in the head after he insists your elbows are too close to the table, earning a shriek of laughter from your friends.
You feel good, the early beginnings of a buzz taking over as you sip the seltzers Mingyu drops off as he checks on you between rounds of poker. When heâs had enough of Jeonghan cheating and taking all of his money, he slides his hands around your waist from behind and settles his chin on your shoulder, only detaching when you go to make a shot at a cup.Â
Wonwoo comes around - dressed as a vampire - and holds up a camera, signaling for the two of you to stand together. You giggle as Mingyu scoops you toward him, dipping you backward for a romantic kiss just as the lights in the apartment go out and the music goes dead.
There are a few shrieks as a crack of thunder rattles the window. Mingyu leans upward, holding you close in the total darkness until a few people use the flashlights on their phones to light up the room.
Outside, the sky unleashes a torrent of rain, lightning lighting up the windows. Mingyu jumps a little at the next crack of thunder, offering you a sheepish smile when you look at him.Â
The party doesnât stop with the lights out, but it grows considerably hotter and a little more chaotic in Soonyoungâs apartment. Without the buzz of the music, the sound of voices is louder than before and as the minutes tick by without air conditioning, the crowd in the living room begins to make it humid and heated.
The gloves on your hand feel sticky with sweat as you fan yourself. It doesnât help that the material the Sailor Scout uniform is made from isnât made for being wet, which leaves you constantly checking the front of the costume for signs of sweat stains.Â
Your mood deflates a little. Mingyu keeps by your side, sitting on the arm of Soonyoungâs couch with you on the seat next to him, leaning your forehead against his legs. Your drink has gone a little warm and now that it seems like the power will be out for a long time, Soonyoung has put an embargo on opening the refrigerator repeatedly until the power comes back.Â
In the dim light of the living room, Chan trips over someoneâs shoe and falls over, spilling his beer. You feel the lukewarm liquid splash down the front of your costume and you shoot to your feet, startled by the spill.Â
Chan is apologizing before he can even peel himself from where heâs half crashed into the coffee table full of drinks and decor as you hold your hands out and wince, looking at the wet front of your body.
âChaaaaan,â you whine, pouting. âUgh.â
âIâm so sorry!â He peels himself from the table and looks at you, eyes round and pleading. âFuck, let me get paper towels, ugh Iâm so sorry!âÂ
Mingyu holds out a hand and rises. âIâve got it. I donât trust you to not make it worse.âÂ
Grabbing your hand, Mingyu leads you away from the living room toward the stairs. Frustration mounts inside of you as you follow him up the steps, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. Your night isnât ruined but itâs not going the way you imagined, and now youâre covered in the stale smell of beer and your costume is stained.
Itâs quieter upstairs. Bypassing the guest bathroom, Mingyu leads you straight into Soonyoungâs primary bedroom and to the ensuite bathroom. Youâre grateful the two of you have privileges in his house, going where others arenât allowed to get away from the crowd with your soaked chest.
Mingyu flicks on the light and spins you toward the counter. He taps your thigh and you nod, jumping a little as he hoists you the rest of the way onto the granite countertop. The bathroom is a decent size with him and hers sinks, double doors leading to a closet, and a massive bathtub.Â
âThis sucks,â you mutter, looking down at the vaguely yellow color of your once white dress. âI was having fun until this.â
âI know.â He doesnât disagree or try to tell you it doesnât suck - he is well aware that the ugly stain does suck. He takes off his top hat and glasses, eyebrows furrowed. âPeel this off for me, yeah? Iâll be right back.â
He doesnât see you raise your brows as he vanishes from the bathroom, leaving the door to the bedroom open. Rain rages against the bedroom windows, flashes of lightning lighting up the bathroom momentarily.
Carefully, you do what Mingyu has asked. You peel the gloves off your arms, carefully setting them down on the counter before you reach behind your back and reach for the zipper. You canât quite seem to get it, struggling and angling your arm backward, fingers grasping.
Mingyu reappears with a bottle of detergent in his hand and some rags. He notices you struggling and laughs a little, setting down his things to sweep his hands over your shoulders to the zipper.
Dropping your arm, you watch him in the mirror as he focuses entirely on your zipper. Itâs dark in the bathroom but you can see him enough to make out his features, watching the way his dark brows pull together and his bottom lip tucks between his teeth in concentration.
He manages to get the zipper free, pulling it down slowly so as to not snag the fabric. The rough pads of his fingers scrape against your warm skin, sending a shiver up your spine. You watch as he smirks, dark eyes flicking up to catch yours in the mirror when he realizes why youâre twitching.Â
Biting back a smile, Mingyu makes sure to drag his hands across your skin as he pushes the fabric from your shoulders and down your arms. His touch heats your skin and you feel breathy, immediately affected by something as simple as his fingers on your arms.Â
Mingyu pays extra attention to helping you step out of the costume, feather-light fingers brushing down your thighs as he pulls the fabric along. You know heâs doing it on purpose. Still, you find it a little harder to breathe, leaning heavily against the counter.Â
He stands back up to his full height and leans around you, pressing his chest to your back in order to reach the things he put on the counter. His breath puffs against your shoulder as he murmurs, âCold? Youâre shivering.âÂ
You glare at him in the mirror. Heâs grinning widely, eyes a little hungry. âWas this all just a plan to get me naked?â
He shakes his head and pulls away from you. You watch as he turns on the sink, pulling the stopper to fill it with cold water and detergent. He puts your costume inside the sink, soaking it.
âIâd never risk ruining your Halloween just to get you naked, baby.â Your neck and cheeks heat, feeling shy suddenly. âHowever, Iâm not complaining about my view.âÂ
Of course heâs not. Without the Sailor Moon outfit, youâre left in a lacy white thong and bra to match. He dries his hands on a towel, prowling back over to you as he drinks you in, gaze heated. âDid you wear this on purpose?âÂ
âItâs the only white I had that couldnât be seen under the costume.âÂ
âHmm.â He reaches for your waist, pulling you toward him. His touch ignites a fire inside of you, your costume long forgotten as he tilts his head, admiring you. âSure it had nothing to do with me loving you in white?â
âNope.â
Mingyuâs hand skates from your waist to your ass, squeezing a handful playfully. âWell your costume needs to soak⌠so we need to pass the time.â
âOh yeah?â
âMhmm.â He presses in close, putting his forehead against yours. You feel his mouth brush yours when he says, âHop back up on the counter for me.âÂ
With shaking limbs, you do as he asks, spreading your legs to give him space. He crowds you into the counter, making you lean backward against Soonyoungâs mirror as he presses in. He steals a kiss from you, lips hungry but slow. You make a sound in the back of your throat, sliding your fingers into his hair and tugging.Â
Mingyu is an enthusiastic kisser, pleased hums escaping him as he slides his tongue into your mouth. His hands skim up and down your thighs, a warm contrast to the pool granite of the countertop. You squeeze your knees into his hips, feeling a dull throb between your legs at just innocent touching and kissing.Â
Somewhere outside, thunder rolls again. Youâve long forgotten about the party, lost in the heat of Mingyuâs mouth as he trails a blazing path of kisses toward your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him access as he attaches his mouth to your pulsepoint, sucking lightly.
A moan escapes you, echoing in the bathroom. Mingyu groans in response, eager and fueled by the way you melt in his hands, sagging against the counter. One of his hands squeezes your thigh greedily while the other sinks between your legs, pressing against the damp silk of your underwear.Â
âFuck,â he grunts, biting your neck and making you squeak. âReally? From just kissing.â
âAnd the costume, a little.â
âIâll wear it whenever you want,â he promises. He buries his face in your neck, moving his fingers in a slow circle against your clit. âJust tell me when.â
Instead of answering verbally, you let out a breathy sound, hips twitching forward as he increases the pressure. It feels good, pleasure sparking low in your stomach as he continues to tease you.Â
âMingyu,â you mutter, fingers tugging harder at his hair. âBe nice to me.âÂ
âI like when youâre needy for me.â You canât see him, but you know heâs pouting.
âI need you now. Please.â
His smile presses against your neck. He relents, hooking a finger through your panties to pull them to the side. He leans back to look down where he drags his knuckle down your sticky folds. He swears quietly, throwing back his head.Â
A flash of lightning splashes him in silver for a moment, making him look like a god. And he sort of is, in a way. You cannot imagine worshiping anything the way you worship him and he returns the sentiment tenfold, his touch almost reverent as he circles his fingers around your dripping entrance.Â
Mingyu knows exactly how you like to be touched. It makes you dizzy and leaves you panting against the mirror, sinking further and further so that youâre nearly bent in half as his fingers expertly circle your clit properly, applying enough pressure to drive you wild but not enough to work you up too fast.
Itâs a marathon, not a race for him. Your thoughts turn to static when he sinks a finger into your pussy, both of you groaning as you clench around his fingers. The intrusion feels good, especially when he shallowly fucks his fingers into you.
âThere,â you gasp, digging your nails into the back of his neck. Mingyu moans at that, the sound sweet to your ears. âRight there, Gyu. Shiiiiit.â
âFeels good?â
âUh huh.â
Your pleasure fuels him, making him a little harsher. A little more feral. He crushes his mouth against yours, stealing your breath in a fiery kiss. He presses another finger in, fucking you with his hand in earnest now. You fall to pieces under him, tongues tangled and teeth clinking together.Â
Mingyu presses his thumb to your clit as he works your pussy, applying pressure while pressing his fingers against your front wall, movements precise and dead on. You let out a loud sound, burying your face in his neck to quiet yourself. It makes him laugh roughly, increasing his pace, the wetness loud against the silence of the bathroom.Â
âCome on,â he pleads, voice gentle. âCome for me, I wanna see it.âÂ
âClose,â you pant. âClose close close.â
Heâs persistent, driving you right toward an orgasm, skillful fingers divine. You feel the coil wind tight in your stomach until youâre shivering in his hold, squeezing your eyes close as your breath starts to shorten and you feel your muscles start to twitch, a sure sign of your orgasm.
Mingyu presses his mouth against yours, wet and spit-slicked from your messy kissing. âGive it to me,â he begs. âPlease baby, come for me.â
The desperation in his voice and the ferocity at which he presses that spot inside of you makes you unravel. You bite down on the cloth of his costume, muting your scream as you come around him hard, vision white.Â
He praises you through it, peppering you in sweet compliments as he kisses your head, fingers moving at a leisurely place to work you through your high. You feel the stickiness between your legs, heaving a sigh as you drop your head back hard against the mirror with a thunk.Â
âBe careful,â he chastises, slowing his hand until heâs stopped entirely, fingers pressed deep. You look up at him with stars in your eyes, blinking dreamily. âDonât hurt yourself.âÂ
âMeh.â
He smiles, retracting his hand slowly from your core. You wine, feeling the slick pull of his fingers as he lifts his hands. You watch as he brings them up to his mouth, dark eyes locked on yours as he presses them in, sucking the gleam right off his skin.
Mingyu hums happily, closing his eyes as he savors the taste. You lick your lips, mouth going dry as you watch him, lips parted. When he opens his eyes, his pupils are a little blown.
âThat was hot,â you tell him honestly, staring.
His smile is a little shy. âWe still have time to kill. Your costume needs to soak a little longer.â
âDoes it?â
âMhmm. Plus,â he grins, kneeling and pressing you open by the knees. âI wanna prism power eat this pussy.â
âMingyu!â
âIt was a good joke!â
âNo it wasnât!â
He huffs, eyes zeroing in on your dripping cunt. âWhatever. Now let me have a taste, baby.âÂ
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Chris x reader
In which y/n moves from sunny California to Salem Massachusetts. She truly felt like this whole town was crazy, believing in all this which nonsense. But one Halloween night when she lights a candle, she awakens the Sanderson sisters from their 300 year slumber. With the help of her little sister, a set of triplets, and a talking cat, its up to her to save the children of Salem.
Index: chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3
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PAC : Your Halloween night (18+)
Let me feed into your delusion
Good afternoon pretty souls, is time to focus on the sexiest and scariest night of the year.
!!DONâT FORGET TO CHECK THE FLASH SALE!!
KO-FI
Choose the image thatâs speak to you and allow yourself to soak ONLY whatâs reasoning with YOUR SITUATIONÂ
Rules and DisclaimerÂ
I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else.Â
MINOR DON'T INTERACT WITH THIS POSTÂ
MINOR DONâT READ THIS POSTÂ
Basing myself on the legal age in my country which is 18Â
A Frat Party Encounter
The night air was thick with the electric buzz of Halloween, and the frat house was alive with energy. Orange and purple lights flickered ominously around the porch, casting eerie shadows on the costumed figures spilling out of the door. Inside, the thumping bass of the music reverberated through the walls, a pulse that matched the excitement coursing through your veins.
You stepped inside, owning the room as you always did. The sexy construction worker costume youâd thrown together was a hitâtiny neon shorts, a crop top that showed off just enough, a tool belt hanging low on your hips, and a hard hat that perched playfully on your head. Eyes followed you wherever you went, and you reveled in the attention, your confidence growing with every step.
Tonight wasnât about anything serious. You were here for fun, to dance, to drink, and to forget about the stress of school and life, if only for a few hours. You weaved through the crowd, smiling at familiar faces, sipping on your drink, and letting the music take over your body as you swayed to the beat.
But then, as you made your way toward the bar, you saw himâyour ex. He was standing with a group of his friends, looking annoyingly good in his lazy attempt at a costume. Your heart skipped a beat, and you cursed yourself for still feeling something when you saw him. It wasnât that you wanted him backâyou didnât. But there was a history there, a connection that was hard to ignore, even after everything.
He caught your eye, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow down. You could tell by the way he looked at you that he was remembering too, that he hadnât forgotten the way things used to be. Part of you wanted to turn and walk away, to remind yourself that you were over him, that you didnât need his attention. But another part, the part that still craved the familiar comfort of his presence, kept you rooted to the spot.
He made his way over to you, that easy, confident smile on his face that used to drive you crazy. "Hey," he said, his voice low enough that only you could hear.
"Hey," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, nonchalant.
"You look amazing," he said, his eyes drifting over your costume. There was something in his gaze that sent a shiver down your spine, something that reminded you of why you were drawn to him in the first place.
"Thanks," you said, meeting his gaze with a level of confidence you didnât quite feel. "Youâre not looking too bad yourself."
He chuckled, and the sound was so familiar, so easy, that it was almost like old times. Almost. But you werenât that girl anymore, and he wasnât the guy you once thought he was. Still, there was a part of you that didnât mind his attention, that missed the way he used to make you feel.
He moved closer, his hand brushing against your arm, and you felt that familiar spark, that undeniable chemistry that had always been there between you. "Iâve missed you," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the music.
You swallowed hard, your mind screaming at you to walk away, to not fall back into the same old pattern. But tonight was about fun, wasnât it? It was about letting go, about doing what felt good in the moment, without worrying about tomorrow.
"Donât," you said, shaking your head slightly. "Donât say things you donât mean."
"But I do mean it," he insisted, his eyes searching yours for something, anything, to hold onto.
You sighed, feeling the pull between what you knew was right and what you wanted in that fleeting moment. You knew this wouldnât end well, knew that you were stronger than this, better than this. But as he leaned in, his lips so close to yours, you found yourself hesitating, your resolve weakening.
Maybe it was the costume, the music, or just the intoxicating atmosphere of the night, but for a moment, you let yourself forget. You let yourself lean into his touch, just for a second, just for the thrill of it. After all, you could walk away anytime you wanted. But for now, you were content to let him think he had you, even if just for a moment.
Because tonight, you were the one in control, and this time, you wouldnât let him have any more than you were willing to give.
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Late Night at the Office đ
Overall Energy: Knight of Wands
The office was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle of the day replaced by a stillness that only late hours could bring. The fluorescent lights cast a soft glow over the desks, and the hum of the heating system was the only sound that broke the silence. Outside, the city was alive with Halloween festivities, but you were here, focused, determined to finish the work that had piled up over the week. Your friends were probably out getting wasted, dressed in costumes and having the time of their lives. But you werenât the type to let loose when there was work to be done. Tonight, you had one goal: to finish what you started, to prove to yourself that you could meet any deadline, no matter the sacrifice. Your curvy figure, even in your business attire, was hard to ignore. The fitted pencil skirt hugged your hips, and the blouse, though professional, accentuated your curves in a way that you never intended but couldnât quite help. You werenât trying to be seductiveâyou were simply doing your job. Yet, the way your clothes fit you, combined with the intensity you brought to your work, made you alluring without even trying. As you typed away, lost in your task, you had no idea that you werenât alone. Your boss, who had also stayed late, was standing just outside the door to your office. He hadnât planned on being here, but when he saw the light on in your office as he was leaving, curiosity had gotten the better of him. He knew you were dedicated, but seeing you here, working late into the night, while everyone else was out partying, made him realize just how committed you were. He stood in the shadows, watching you for a moment, his thoughts conflicted. The Knight of Wands energy hung thick in the airâan intensity that matched yours but with a different edge. He admired your work ethic, your drive, but there was something else, something that made him hesitate. You were magnetic, and even though he knew he shouldnât, he couldnât help but be drawn to you. The Five of Wands energy swirled within himâa struggle between what he knew was right and what he desired. He could see how focused you were, how unaware of his presence, and that only made you more captivating. Should he call out to you, make his presence known, or should he keep his distance, observing silently, his admiration hidden? You shifted in your seat, adjusting your blouse, and he caught a glimpse of the curve of your waist, the subtle movement enough to stir something in him. His heart raced as he considered his options. He could interrupt you, make some excuse about work, or he could retreat, leave you to your task, and pretend he was never there. But the pull was strong. He took a step forward, then hesitated, the internal conflict raging within him. He wasnât sure if he was ready to blur the lines, to step into a territory that could change everything. Yet, he couldnât deny the way you captivated him, even when you were doing nothing but working late. Finally, he decided to stay in the shadows a little longer, just to watch, just to admire. He told himself it was harmless, that he was just appreciating your dedication. But deep down, he knew it was more than that. He knew he was drawn to you in a way that wasnât entirely professional, and that thought both excited and terrified him. So he stood there, hidden from view, his thoughts racing as he watched you work, wondering if he should take a step further or if he should walk away before he crossed a line he couldnât uncross. And all the while, you remained blissfully unaware, focused entirely on your task, your mind far from the thoughts that consumed his. For tonight, at least, he would let you be. But the spark was there, and he knew that it wouldnât take much for that spark to ignite into something more.
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The Unforgettable Queen đ
The club was alive, pulsating with energy as the music thumped through the walls, the bass vibrating in sync with the heartbeat of the night. Halloween had brought out the most daring costumes, but none could compare to you.
You stepped into the club, immediately commanding attention. Your costume was a masterpieceâterrifyingly beautiful. Fake blood dripped artistically down your dark, fitted dress, which clung to your curves in all the right places. Your big coily hair framed your face like a crown, bouncing with each step you took. The makeup was dark and sultry, highlighting your strong cheekbones, and your brown skin glistened under the lights, adding to the mystery. Your big boobs and bubble butt made your silhouette one to be admired, and everyone in the room noticed when you walked by.
You were the embodiment of the Queen of Pentaclesâconfident, grounded, and fully aware of the power you held. As you made your way through the crowd, you could feel the weight of everyoneâs gaze on you. Men and women alike were captivated by your presence, some too stunned to approach, others too shy to try. You were here to own the night, to revel in the attention, and to enjoy every second of it.
But what you didnât know was that outside of this club, a network of men was still caught in your web. Every man youâd dealt with over the past year was still under your spell, unable to shake the impact youâd made on their lives. The Knight of Swords in reverse symbolized the restless energy they feltâan unresolved tension that kept them thinking of you long after your last encounter.
Scattered across the city, some at other parties, some at home in their beds, these men couldnât escape you. They were checking their phones, hoping for a glimpse of your night, waiting for a post, a story, something to remind them of what they had and lost. For some, sleep was impossible, their minds filled with memories of your laugh, the way you felt in their arms, the curve of your body pressed against theirs. You had become a part of them, a thought they couldnât let go, no matter how hard they tried.
But here, in the midst of the crowd, you were blissfully unaware of the effect you still had. Tonight wasnât about themâit was about you. You danced like no one was watching, your coily hair bouncing to the rhythm, your hips swaying seductively. The men in the club were drawn to you like moths to a flame, knowing they didnât stand a chance but unable to resist your magnetic pull.
You were a visionâstrong, confident, and unapologetically yourself. You had the brains, the beauty, and the presence that left everyone around you wanting more. You werenât just another face in the crowd; you were the queen, ruling the night with every step you took.
As the night wore on, you continued to laugh, to move, to live fully in the moment. The men who watched you, those you didnât even notice, were captivated, knowing theyâd be thinking about you long after the night ended. To you, it was just another party, just another night to enjoy. But to them, you were unforgettableâthe one they would dream about when the lights dimmed, and the music faded away.
And as the clock struck midnight, the spell you had cast over them, unknowingly and effortlessly, only grew stronger. You were their queen, the one they couldnât forget, no matter how hard they tried.
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ghostie
đ staring. Johnny x afab!Reader
đŽ preview. As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you wonât get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend. Youâre disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe heâll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. Youâre starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.
tw/cw. yandere/stalker subthemes, unknown caller, weed use, multiple reader orgasms, big dick!Johnny, oral, pussy eating, blowjob, deep throating, spit as lube, fingering, hand riding, dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, cum/fullness kink, unprotected sex, heavy grinding, dick bulge, creampie, rough groping, slight restraint, size kink, submissive reader, subspace, dumbification, hair pulling, finger sucking, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) Tiny, good girl, pretty girl. (his) Ghostie.
đšÂ rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15k
đ aus. uni/frat au, yandere subthemes, Halloween, etcâŚ
âď¸Â mlist + an. this might just be the best John fic I've ever written, or maybe I just need therapy
SundayÂ
You pause your movie when your phone rings and you look down at the screen. The number is unknown, and you briefly consider not even answering it. However, youâve had two job interviews in the past week, and you donât want to miss any opportunities, so with a sigh, you bring your phone to your ear.
âHello?â
âHi, Tiny, howâs your night going?â
Definitely not a prospective employer. Your sorority gave you the name Tiny during first year, something to do with the âtinyâ shots you always want to take, and only those within the Greek system use it on you. On top of the Greek-specific term of endearment, the man on the other end of the line is using a voice modulator of some sort, and it makes it impossible for you to identify him.
Your curiosity is sparked.Â
âWho is this?â
âWouldnât you like to know?â
You sigh, leaning back against your bed and setting your laptop to the side. âI get that Scream is having a comeback, but this whole âcalling a girl and being mysteriousâ thing wonât get you laid anytime soon.â
âAre you sure about that?â You can hear a hint of laughter in the manâs voice.
âIf youâre not going to tell me who you are, Iâll hang up.â
âWe wouldnât want that, now would we?â Thereâs a pause then, âLetâs just say, a mutual friend gave me your number. They thought weâd hit it off.â
âWhoever this ungendered mutual friend is, I doubt they expected you to call me with a voice modulator and act out a Ghost Face fantasy. I get that Halloween is a week away, but come on⌠you canât be serious about this.âÂ
âI am serious. Come on Tiny, live a little.âÂ
âYouâre awfully sure of yourself, arenât you, Mister Ghost Face.âÂ
âIâve got good reason to be, trust me on that.â
You let out a deep sigh, going through your roster of men who might think this sort of thing would be funny. âYunho? Is this you getting high again?âÂ
âWrong frat, but good guess. I didnât know Alpha Tappa Zetaâs star quarterback was a stoner, thanks for the info, Tiny.âÂ
âShit,â you mutter to yourself. You hadnât meant to throw Yunho under the bus like that.
âItâs okay, I wonât tell anyone about his⌠habits. That would be hypocritical of me.â
You search your mind for the stoners you know. Ones who would have the balls to call you like this.Â
âDo you want to take another guess? Iâll give you three chances. You have two more.â
Aside from ATZ, you spend a lot of time with Sigma Veta Tau. Soonyoung is a well-known blunt roller in the fraternity system, but he wouldnât do a charade like this. Heâs very open about hitting on you any time youâre at one of his parties.Â
âJeonghan?â you ask.
âLast guess, Tiny.âÂ
He doesnât confirm or deny if youâve gotten the frat right, but you canât really see any other SVT members who would fit this mysterious manâs profile.Â
Your mind wanders to Nu Chi Theta. Theyâve got quite a few weed lovers there, and youâve been invited into many closed-room smoke sessions with the dirty NCT boys.Â
Thereâs Yuta, and heâd definitely have the gall to entertain a flirtation like this. However, you donât know of any mutual friends who would ever set you up with him. With another sigh of irritation, you throw out the last name on your shortlist of stoner acquaintances.Â
âHyuck? Please tell me this isnât you.â
âClose but no cigar.âÂ
âI donât like this game.â
âYouâre not supposed to like it, but it is entertaining, donât you think?â
âWhatâs your angle with all of this?â you question. âIf youâre not going to tell me who you are, then whatâs the point of calling?â
The line is silent for a few moments. âI guess⌠I just wanted to talk to you a little, is that so bad?â
Your heart softens, if only momentarily. âThen grow some balls and ask me out like a real man.â
âWhere would be the fun in that?â The mystery man lets out a short chuckle, and your irritation only grows.Â
âHas anyone ever told you that youâre really annoying?â
âA few times actually.â
âWell, youâre the most annoying person Iâve ever met and I havenât even met you.â
âYes, you have.â
âGod, Iâm tired of this. Goodnight.âÂ
You donât even wait for an answer, you simply hang up.
Despite trying to get back to your movie, you canât get the mystery man out of your head. When you go to bed you canât even sleep, your mind completely full of all the possibilities of who your caller could have been.Â
Youâll have to do some digging tomorrow. You canât not figure out who this guy is- and you know just the fratboy to give you all the details you could need.
Monday
Mark Lee is always fifteen minutes early, even when it comes to an 8am class. You feel like shit after tossing and turning all night, so when you slide into the seat next to him in the back of the class, he gives you a once over and his lips part in shock.
âAre you okay?â
âNo, Mark, Iâm not okay,â you snap, regretting it a moment later- after all, Markâs not the one doing this to you. âSomeone called me from an unknown number last night. A frat guy, Iâm not sure who. He was using this voice modulator-â
âThat sounds hella sketchy.â
âSuper sketchy,â you agree.Â
âI know itâs October and everything, but thatâs a weird way to hit on a girl.â
âThatâs what I said!â Mark always understands you. âHe said a mutual friend gave him my number, thought weâd be cute together or something- whoever it was, I need to strangle them.â
âIs this friend a girl or a guy?â
âMystery man wouldnât tell me,â you groan.
âSo⌠this dude could be literally anyone.â
âNot Yunho from Alpha Tappa Zeta, Jeonghan from Sigma Veta Tau, and not your roommate Hyuck. The guy gave me three guesses,â you explain, âthe hint is that heâs a stoner.â Â
âLots of frat guys are stoners.â
âExactly,â you sigh, leaning back in your seat.Â
âWhat are you going to do if he calls you again?â Mark asks. âThis kind of feels like stalker behavior.â
âIt does,â you admit. âBut at the same time, he calls me Tiny, and he says weâve met before- when I asked what he even got out of the phonecall he said he just wanted to âtalk to me a little,â which, I donât know, for some reason I feel like heâs not a stalker.âÂ
Mark gives you a look that says âYouâre crazy,â and after listening to everything that just spewed out of your own mouth, maybe you kind of agree with him.
 âSo if he calls you againâŚâ Mark reasks his earlier question, one youâd chosen to ignore.
But you canât ignore it now, and you let out a deep breath.
âIf he calls again⌠Weâll see what happens.â
âTiny-â
âMark,â you counter, knowing heâs about to chastise you. But you donât want to hear it. If even he doesnât have any idea of who your mystery caller could be, you simply canât give up. If you never find out who this âGhost Faceâ dude is, youâll feel unsolved for the rest of your life and you know it.
âLook, Iâll ask around a little,â Mark concedes.
You let out a squeal of delight, throwing your arms around your closet fratboy friend. He lets out a chuckle, gently squeezing you back.Â
Markâs a good guy.Â
If only you were into good guys and not sleazy stoners calling you while getting a hard-on for being Ghost Face.
Monday pt 2
Itâs nine o'clock and youâre starting to get tired while you study. Youâre in need of a distraction, so when your phone rings with an unknown number, your heart practically jumps into your throat.
âHello?â
âHi, Tiny.â
âWow, Mister Ghost Face,â you laugh, twirling in your spinny chair, âtwo nights in a row. You must really like me, huh?â
The laugh he lets out sounds genuine, even though his voice is obscured still. For some reason, the noise makes you grin, and you canât believe youâre actually kind of having fun with this.
âI do like you,â the mystery man confirms. âTell me about your day.â
âTell you about my day?â Youâre in shock.
âUh huh.â
âNo teasing or nothing? No three guesses about your identity?âÂ
âIâll tell you what,â he lets out a sigh, âlike you said, Halloween is in a week. If you keep letting me call you until then, Iâll reveal myself when you come to the party.â
âThe party?â you repeat. âYou make it sound like thereâs only one frat party on Halloween.â
âOnly one worth going to.â
âIs that so?â Heâs so cocky- why does that turn you on?Â
âYup. In fact, I know you agree with me on this, because the past two Halloweens, youâve come to my frat.âÂ
Your body freezes. Heâs just given you a massive hint-
âSo youâre an NCT boy?â
âWouldnât call myself a boy, and neither would you if you saw what's in my pants.âÂ
You swallow the lump in your throat, not sure how to even respond to the suggestive comment heâs just made.Â
The man on the other end of the line lets out a chuckle. âSorry, Iâm two blunts deep. I should watch what I say to you, that's why I asked about your day.â
âYou donât have to- watch what you say, I mean.â
âYeah?â You can almost picture him leaning back in a chair, a large half-chub growing in his pants- âAre you getting horny from a mystery man on your phone? Dirty girl.â
âDirty guy,â you counter, âtrying to entice me by saying your dick is big.â
âWell, it worked, didnât it?â
âIâm intrigued,â you admit, âbut not only because of your cock.â
âItâs a nice cock.â
âOkay, Iâll tell you about my day,â you sidestep. âHad an early class with Mark Lee, you must know Mark.â
âOf course.â
âWell, he has no clue who you could be.â
âYou talked about me.âÂ
You can hear him smiling.Â
âI bet you couldnât even sleep last night. Too busy trying to figure out who I am.â
Okay, maybe he is a bit of a stalker. Or maybe he just knows you well⌠who the fuck is this guy?
âStop being so cocky,â you insist.
âTell me Iâm wrong.âÂ
âMark told me youâre probably a stalker, said I should maybe block your number.â
âI donât have a number, if I did, that would be too easy for you. Iâm an unknown caller⌠can you even block unknown callers?âÂ
âI guess weâll find out when I block you.â
âWonât happen though. What did you do after your class with Mark?â
âAre you really that interested in my day?âÂ
âI wouldnât be asking if I wasnât interested.â
Heâs a cocky softy, who would have imagined.Â
You wonder what you ever did to make this guy so sweet on you- youâve dated men who donât even care to ask you how your day went, and this guy is out here doing it practically for free.
âClasses were okay, my sorority had a little fundraiser at lunch, we baked cupcakes.â
âThey were good cupcakes.âÂ
âWaitâŚâ your stomach churns a little. âYou stopped by?â
âIâm a sucker for cupcakes, and how cute your butt looks in blue jeans.â
You search your memory, counting how many NCT boys came through around lunch. You realize that there were far too many for it to do any good in deciphering which one is the man youâre currently talking to.
âDid we talk?â
âYou talked to everyone who bought something. Iâm not special.â
Except⌠he kind of is special, in a way you canât truly explain⌠not yet anyways.
âMaybe you are a stalker,â you decide.
âI can promise you Iâm not, but I bet youâd be kind of into it if I was.â
This guy makes you feel such conflicting emotions, youâre not sure how to even handle him.
âLook, I was studying when you called-â
âRight, you should get back to that.â
âI should.â
âSleep tight, Tiny. Itâs been nice talking to you.â
Part of you wants to return the sentiment, it feels second nature, but the words stop on your tongue. In all fairness, it hasnât been particularly nice talking to the mystery Ghost Face guy.Â
Instead of saying anything else, you simply hit him with a âBye,â and you hang up the phone.
However, you donât get back to studying, you immediately call Mark.
He sounds groggy as he says âHello?â
âDid I wake you?â
âNo.â
âI just got a call from that guy again. Heâs definitely one of your frat brothers, and heâs high right now.â
âThat doesnât narrow it down,â Mark sighs. âWe sort of uh⌠all got high at the fire after dinner.â
âMark Lee!â you screech.
âSorry, sorry!â Mark groans. âIâll uh⌠ask around some more. Weâll figure out who this dude is.â
âAnd if we donât⌠he said heâd tell me who he is at your frat Halloween bash at the end of the week.âÂ
Itâs Monday now, and the party is on Saturday. That means youâll only have to wait a few days⌠you can hold out for a few days⌠canât you?
Tuesday
You read over the email a third time, but it doesnât make anything better. The words âWe regret to inform you that you have not been chosen for the positionâ make your eyes begin to well with tears.
Quickly exiting your phone, you grab your things. You refuse to cry in the middle of the library-
The bathroom will have to do the trick, and you hurry to get there, holding back the choked sob that longs to slip out of you.
Youâd thought for sure this interview would land you a job on campus. The interview had gone well, or so youâd thought.
You donât even know why youâre getting so upset about this.Â
Thereâs just something so devastating about rejection.Â
You get to the bathroom quickly, shutting yourself into a stall before you allow the tears to fall again. You cradle your face in your hands, allowing the sadness to overwhelm you.
Itâs important to have a good cry every now and again, and you definitely need this.
Your cries, however, are interrupted by your phone ringing in your pocket. Wiping at your face, you reach for the device, lifting it to your ear.
âHello?â
âAre you okay?âÂ
âI really donât have time for this right now, Ghost-â you groan, closing your eyes at the familiar voice-modulated sound.
âYou do have time,â he insists. âTell me what happened.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI just saw you running through the library. Looked like you were crying.â
âI wasnât crying!â you nearly yell.Â
âLiar. Come on, Tiny, let Ghostie make you feel better.â
The affectionate-sounding nickname prompts you to wipe your eyes. âAre you sure youâre not a stalker?â
âI was in the library, donât get your panties in a twist.â
âWas?â
âIâm gone now, canât have you figuring out who I am before Halloween.â
âWould it really be so bad if I did?â you question. âIt would make me feel better.â
âLook at you, using your bad experience to try to swindle me,â you hear him laugh, and there are more sounds now, as if heâs walking across campus. âSeriously, Tiny, tell me whatâs going on.â
âDo you always walk around campus with a voice modulator?â
âItâs an app on my phone babe, now answer my question.âÂ
âYou didnât ask a question, you commanded me to tell you what happened, and Iâm not taking commands right now.â
He sighs. âWill you please tell me whatâs making you cry?â
Your lower lip trembles. âItâs stupid.â
âNothing that hurts you is stupid.â
âWhy are you being so nice to me?â
âIt looked like you needed a friend.â
âYouâre not my friend. Youâre some guy who got my number and gets hard by pretending to be Ghost Face from Scream.â
âI could be your friend. Could be more than your friend. And Iâm not hard right now. Not after seeing you cry.âÂ
You take a breath. âI applied for a job and I uh⌠they didnât hire me.â
âThen theyâre stupid.â
âMaybe Iâm stupid.â
âDonât say that.â
âIâm a girl whoâs spent three days talking to a guy who keeps his identity a secret, and for some crazy reason, youâre actually making me feel better. That definitely makes me stupid.â
âNo, it makes you soft. Itâs one of the things I like about you.â
âYeah?â you sniffle. âWhat else? And donât say my ass in blue jeans.â
The man chuckles. âYouâre soft, and kind. But youâre a fighter too. Youâve got a spark. Donât even get me started on how smart you are-â
âAnd how would you know how smart I am?â
âFor starters, youâre in the top-scoring sorority on campus,â he points out. âWhenever you come to trivia night, you wipe the floor with all of us. Mark talks constantly about how much you help him with his classes, which brings me to my next point, you care about charity. Thatâs a great sign of your character.âÂ
âYou do know a lot about me, donât you, Ghostie?â His words have stopped your tears, and you cradle your phone close to your ear.Â
âStill not a stalker though.â
Now he even has you laughing. âJuryâs still out on that one.â
âYou sound better already,â he muses. âMark has a free block right now, Iâm sure if you call him heâd take you for ice cream or something to distract you.â
âThatâs a good idea,â you admit.
âIâm full of good ideas.â
âThank you.â
âDonât mention it, Tiny.â
Tuesday pt 2
âThis guy sounds like a full-on stalker,â Mark says for the sixth time as you grab ice cream and sit inside while a storm passes, rain splattering the windows.
âI mean, if he knew your schedule, Iâm guessing heâs someone close to you.â
âHeâs stalking us both, I donât like it.â
âBut heâs nice.â
âHeâs stalking you, Tiny!âÂ
âHeâs not!â you insist. âA lot of people were at the library today⌠honestly, I think⌠I think Ghostie is kind of sweet.â
âGhostie?!â Mark stares at you in shock. âYouâre calling him Ghostie now?â
âItâs cute, right?â
âItâs crazy is what it is!â Mark leans back in his seat, frowning. âThis is giving me the creeps.â
âWell, itâs spooky season.â
âIf Iâm being honest, I donât think any of my frat brothers would pull crazy shit like this. Theyâre mostly pretty chill dudes.â
âSo you think heâs lying about being in NCT?â you ask, cocking your head to the side.
âI think heâs definitely lying,â Mark confirms.
âWell, agree to disagree.â
Mark studies you for a moment. âLook, the only guy whoâs a freak like this is Yuta and he swore up and down to me yesterday that heâs not calling you with a fucking voice modulator.âÂ
âI donât think this is Yuta.â
âBecause youâre a Ghostie expert now, huh?â He scoffs loudly.
âYutaâs not really a stoner,â you point out. âAnd besides, I canât explain why I know itâs not him, I just have a feeling.â
âYeah, is that feeling in your pussy by any chance?âÂ
âMark Lee!â you gasp, scandalized by his choice of words.Â
âBe real with me!â he insists. âYou wouldnât be entertaining this if it wasnât⌠I donât know, turning you on? Are you turned on by stalkers? Is this why you like Halloween so much?â
âOkay, maybe I am turned on, but that doesnât make me a bad person.â
âIt just makes you crazy,â Mark groans, running a hand through his hair. âI swear to God, when the dude reveals himself at the frat party, it better be one of my frat brothers and not a serial killer. And also, Iâm going to fight him.â
âSomething tells me heâd beat you,â you giggle.
âNow youâre trying to make me feel bad.â
âSays the guy who just called me crazy.â You grin, knowing that youâve won.
âThis whole thing is crazy.â
He has a point about that.
Wednesday
Youâve been waiting all day for a call from Ghostie, and it comes right before youâre about to head to bed. You practically launch yourself at your phone, putting it on speaker and saying âHello?â as if you donât know whoâs on the other end of the line.
âHey you, feeling better today?â
âYou tell me, mister stalker.â
âI havenât actually seen you today, it was a bit of a shame if Iâm being honest.â
âYeah?â God, this man has way too much power over you. âAnd whyâs that, Ghostie?â
âBecause Iâve been looking at your Instagram, but youâre cuter in person.â
âDo you follow me?âÂ
âWeâre mutuals.âÂ
Youâre mutuals with pretty much the entire NCT frat, it would have been more helpful if heâd said heâs not a follower, although, now that you think of it, that had always been unlikely.Â
âStill trying to figure out who I am, arenât you, Tiny?â
âOf course.â
âRemember when I was listing your good qualities? Patience wasnât one of them.âÂ
âThatâs so rude of you,â you say, although, youâre grinning at your phone.
âHere, Iâll make it better. I have an idea for you.â
âLetâs hear it then.â You get comfortable on your bed, wondering what heâs about to say.
âIf you want a job, thereâs this bar on campus, Skeets. Have you heard of it?â
âWho hasnât heard of Skeets?â You roll your eyes.Â
âThey let just about anyone work there. A few of the NCT guys are bartenders, Iâm sure theyâd put a good word in for you with the hiring manager, heâs also a member of the frat.âÂ
You havenât been to Skeets in ages, and you try to remember who you know amongst the staff. âWait, youâre right- doesnât Hyuck work there?â
âHe does⌠This is the second time youâve mentioned him, got something of a crush, Tiny?â
âWould that make you jealous?â you tease.
âIâm not the jealous type,â he states. âBut yeah⌠it would.â
âDonât get your Ghost Face mask in a knot, I donât have a crush on Hyuck. In fact, if you turn out to be Hyuck and I find out you lied to me about your identity, Iâm going to be really mad.âÂ
âIâm not Hyuck.â
âGood.â You consider his proposition for a moment. âDo you really think theyâd hire me?â
âIt doesnât hurt to try.â
âYou know, on Sunday, if someone had told me youâd be helping me find a job not three days later, I would have said they were crazy.â
âGuess I like to keep you on your toes.â
âI think you just have a major soft spot for me. Tell me Iâm wrong.â
âI canât. I promised not to lie to you.âÂ
God, he makes you so giddy itâs insane.Â
âAre you going to come stalk me at Skeets if they give me a job?â
âGoodnight, Tiny.â Heâs avoiding the question, and you can hear him grinning through the phone.
âNight, Ghostie.â
Itâs the first time heâs the one to hang up on you, and it leaves you wanting more.
Thursday
Ghostie had assured you that Skeets hires just about anyone, but that doesnât help the anxiety building inside of you as you prepare to take your resume into the bar.Â
You even do a Wonderwoman pose outside while waiting for Skeets to open, breathing deeply to psych yourself up while you go over possible interview questions just in case the hiring manager wants a chit-chat today.
âI love working in a team environment,â you say quietly to yourself, closing your eyes and running through responses. âThe most important thing is that the guests feel welcome.â
The sound of something dragging across the cement ground has you practically jumping, lids flashing open as your head whips toward the noise.
âSorry, didnât mean to interrupt your mantra,â the tall fratboy laughs, setting up the wooden sign with the daily drink menu just in front of the door to the bar.
âItâs fine,â you assure him, swallowing thickly.Â
The man in front of you is Johnny Suh. Heâs two years older than you, and you know him through Mark. When guys join a frat, theyâre assigned a âBig,â an elder frat brother to guide them through the process. Johnny is Markâs big, and heâs always been nice to you whenever youâve crossed paths.
You would call Johnny an acquaintance, not a friend, but heâs still a friendlier face than you may have expected to see upon your first moments interacting with Skeets staff.Â
âYou coming inside, Tiny?â Johnny asks.
âYeah, sorry John, one sec, I just need another deep breath.â You wave your hand at him, turning your back and gulping down air while you hold your bag tight to your front, the resume within practically burning a hole in the leather.
The hot fratboy heads back inside and you finish calming yourself down.Â
You can do this. You can get this job.
As you enter the bar thatâs just open, you realize there are only a few staff members kicking around so far. Kim Jungwoo is rearranging chairs, and Lee Donghyuck is sitting on a table looking at his phone. Johnny Suh is behind the bar, and you decide you should probably talk to him, so you try to act confident as you walk through the small establishment.
Johnnyâs brown eyes raise as you approach, and he offers you a small smile. âTough day?â
âWhat?â You blink at him, settling against the bartop.
âYou looked kind of off outside, and most people donât come in to day-drink this early.â
âOh, uh⌠Iâm not here to day-drink.â You let out a tiny laugh. âActually, I came to see if you guys were looking to hire new staff members, I brought my resume.â
You reach into your bag to pull out the papers, and you hand them over to Johnny.
His eyes scan the first sheet. âWow, a cover letter, Iâve actually never seen one of these.â
People donât apply with cover letters? The idea is kind of shocking to you.
Johnny hardly looks at your resume, setting it down in front of him to address you instead. âWhat makes you want to work at Skeets?â
âIn all honesty, I need a job. Iâm dependable, and Iâve got a decent schedule to work in the food service industry. I like working as part of a team, and Iâm already friends with a lot of the staff here, so I thought it might be a good fit.â
Johnny nods, assessing you. âHave you bartended before?â
âIâve got my qualifications to serve alcohol, but Iâve mostly had waitressing jobs,â you admit.
âAt Skeets, we all do a bit of everything. Would you be open to learning how to mix drinks?â
âIâd be very open to it,â you nod.Â
âThen letâs give it a shot,â Johnny smiles warmly at you. âYouâve got good timing, we actually just had to let go of someone for excessive drinking on the job. I was going to put a wanted ad up today, but looks like that wonât be necessary.â
âAre youâŚâ you swallow thickly, âare you serious? Iâm hired?â
âYeah, why not?âÂ
You canât help the squeal of delight that rushes through you, and a massive grin makes its way onto your face. You even jump a little, and Johnny seems to enjoy your excitement, smiling from ear to ear while you celebrate.Â
âWhen can you start?â he asks next.
âI can start tomorrow! I mean, if you need me that soon.â
âTomorrow is a big night here at Skeets, the Friday before Halloween. We could use the hands, but it will be a busy one, do you think you can handle that?â
Youâre quick to nod. âOf course. But I uh⌠I should let you know, I canât work Halloween, I promised a friend Iâd meet them at your frat for the party.â
âDonât worry about Saturday,â Johnny assures you. âSigma Veta Tau has their frat party tonight, so itâs all us NCT guys working, and tomorrow weâll switch. As much as Seungcheol is a good comanager, I donât trust him to teach you how to mix drinks on Halloween.â
âSo⌠youâre going to be the main person training me then?â you ask.
âIf you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself,â he confirms.Â
You canât help but beam up at the tall frat boy, overjoyed at this turn of events. As cute as Johnny is though, part of you is excited to tell Ghostie about this when he inevitably calls you tonight.Â
Your life is definitely a little crazy.
âSo, how about you come in tomorrow at seven?â Johnny suggests. âThe bar will be open past midnight, but I figure I can show you a few things before it gets busy around ten, and then I can let you go early.â
âIâll be here at seven.â
âAnd when it comes to what youâre wearing, weâll give you a Skeets t-shirt,â he pulls at the black fabric stretched tight across his broad chest. âOther than that, you can wear any color of jeans and some sneakers.â
âPerfect.â
âYouâll be paid for the training shift, Iâll tip you out in cash, and if it goes well, weâll get your banking details at your next shift after that,â Johnny explains. âIâve got your number here on your resume, so Iâll be in contact with you on Sunday, howâs that sound?â
âSounds like a dream.â You literally canât stop smiling.
âTinyâs going to learn to mix,â Johnny says fondly, âMarkâs going to love this.â
You already feel close to Markâs big, and the opportunity to work with him is a good one. Johnny is one of the more well-known nice guys at the frat. Sure, heâs got a little bit of a dangerous edge to him, just based on his massive stature alone, but heâs generally a big softy bear.Â
âThanks again for this, Johnny,â you beam. âI wonât let you down.â
Thursday pt 2
âHyuck said our favorite Tiny sorority princess got herself a job today.âÂ
âHello to you too, Ghostie.â
âI wanted to cut to the chase and congratulate you.â
âI wouldnât have gotten the job without you,â you admit. âSo⌠thank you.â
âDonât mention it,â your mystery man says, and you can hear that classic grin of his. âIâm sure you got it on your own merit.â
âApparently no oneâs ever brought a cover letter with their resume before.â
âThey must have been impressed.âÂ
âHired me on the spot.â
âThatâs my girl.âÂ
Your insides flutter. You like the way it sounds when he calls you his girl. âHow about your day, Ghostie? Stalk any new girls?â
He laughs. âOnly one girl worth stalking, which, I donât do, by the way.â
âSure you donât.â
âMy day was long,â he says finally.
âYeah, itâs nearly midnight, I was thinking about going to sleep butâŚâ
âBut you wanted me to call,â Ghostie finishes your sentence for you.
âWhen you say it like that it sounds kind of depressing.â
âItâs not depressing, Tiny, itâs cute.â
âCute?âÂ
âI like that youâre getting used to me.â
âYou know⌠if you decided not to show up to the Halloween party- if you never called again, I think⌠Iâd wonder who you are the rest of my life.â Itâs a moment of vulnerability, and your heart races in your chest while you wait for his response.Â
âI wouldnât do that to you, Tiny,â Ghostie promises. âIâll find you on Saturday, and not in a stalker way.â
âWhat costume are you going to be wearing?âÂ
âIf I tell you, youâll just show up and scour the whole place looking for me.â
âYou know me too well, donât you, Ghostie?â
âWhat are you going to wear, pretty girl?â
You literally kick your feet at the term of endearment, body buzzing. It takes a moment to collect yourself. âHonestly? Iâve got a Ghost Face mask hanging around somewhere.â
âAnd here I was being told Iâm the one who gets hard pretending to be Ghost Face.âÂ
âWell⌠even though I donât know you, not really, I think I got that one pretty accurate, didnât I?â
âMaybe a little.â
âI thought you said you were big,â you tease.
âOkay, maybe a lot.â
You bite at your lip. After the great day youâve had, itâs difficult not to feel flirty. âAre you hard right now, big guy?â
He groans, and even under the voice modulator, something tells you the sounds he makes are sexy as fuck. You can feel your panties getting wet. Itâs dirty, but in the best possible way.
âIâll take that as a yes,â you grin.
âYouâre being bad, Tiny.â
âSays the guy whoâs literally hard right now.â
The other end of the line is silent for a moment. âCan I ask you something?â
âYou can ask me anything.â
âWhat if⌠when we meet, youâre not interested in me?â
Well, this has just taken a turn. How did you go from horny thoughts to insecurity?Â
Itâs a valid question though, one you should have asked yourself by now, but for some reason you havenât. You think about it for a few seconds.Â
âI feel like⌠I know itâs been less than a week of talking but, youâre not like any other guy Iâve ever met. And not just because youâre calling with a voice modulator.â You let out a laugh. âYou ask how my day is, and you care to hear my answer. You even helped me get a job, which is crazy to think about. For some weird reason, I think when I meet you, the emotional connection is already kind of there, so no matter what you look like, youâll be more attractive to me.â
âYou really think so?âÂ
âI mean, NCT is known for having hot guys, so Iâm not sure who you could be that would turn me off. There are only a few NCT guys Iâd say a hard no to at the moment.â
âYeah? Who?âÂ
âWell, Doyoung and I have never gotten along, but I know youâre not him because he doesnât touch weed. I dated Jeno for about a week, and I know enough about him to know I donât want to do anything with him ever again, and also, that youâre not Jeno because heâd never ask me how my day was going-â
âWhat an asshole.â
You laugh. âAll things considered, Ghostie, I think youâll do just fine.â
âThatâs good to hear.â
âIs this why youâve been doing the whole voice modulator thing? Youâre worried I wonât be interested in you?â
âItâs one of the reasons,â Ghostie admits. âI also worried that if I did hit on you, you might think I was only trying to get you into my bed, which, yeah, it would be nice, but⌠as perfect as your body is, itâs not the most interesting thing about you.â
What a scrumptious take; A guy calling you up and using anonymity to prove to you that this connection isnât only about sex.Â
Your heart softens.
âGhostie, you might be one of the sweetest guys I know,â you admit.
âMore than your best friend Mark Lee?â
You laugh. âMaybe not, Mark would never do something like this. Youâre a bit of a paradox that way, arenât you?â
âIf you say so, Tiny. As much as Iâve liked this talk, I think I should let you sleep. Halloween is two days away and Iâm sure weâve both got a lot to do before then.â
âWhat if I donât want you to go just yet?â
âThen Iâd remind you that patience is a virtue.â
âYouâre such a tease.â
âGood thing we have an emotional connection so youâll forgive me for it. Night, Tiny.â
âNight, Ghostie.âÂ
FridayÂ
Your first shift consists of shadowing Johnny. Heâs a fabulous teacher. Heâs calm, patient, and very encouraging. The first few hours are a breeze, but the bar gets increasingly packed as the night goes on.
Itâs a little overwhelming, but Johnny helps keep you steady. He gives you the easy drink orders, things like beer and simple cocktails. While youâre filling a cup from the beer tap, heâs busy mixing five to ten different things into one glass for items on the Halloween special menu.
Thereâs something sexy about a diligent worker, and his beefy arms are all bulgy and hot in his tight Skeets shirt. You can tell that a lot of girls come up to the bar specifically to order from him. There are two other bartenders, but Johnnyâs line is notably the longest.
Youâve had your own share of interested men pop over to say hi. There are very few frat boys here tonight, as thereâs a party in full swing in the Greek village, so most of the guys coming up to grab a beer from you are people you donât know.
Many of them are dressed up in costumes, and itâs interesting to try to guess some of the more obscure clothing choices.
Anytime you see a man in a ghost costume, your mind shifts to your mystery caller. You wonder if heâll pop by tonight- but other than the men already working with you, no NCT boys walk through the front door.Â
No Ghostie.
Thereâs not one second of reprieve, but staff need breaks, and finally, just before midnight, Johnny pulls you both for a breather.Â
âAre you sure the others can keep up while weâre gone?â you ask, looking back at the swamped bartenders.
âThey can manage,â he assures you, guiding you through the back staffroom to a door that leads to an alleyway behind the bar. âI know Iâve kept you on longer than I thought, but itâs just been so busy. How are you holding up?â
The cool night air is a drastic difference from the heat and humidity inside, and you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and enjoying it. âIâm doing alright,â you tell him. âYouâre the one making the difficult drinks.â
âIâve been mixing cocktails for years,â he brushes it off, reaching into his back pocket.Â
âWell, it shows.â You watch to see him pull out a rolled joint, and next comes a lighter.
âWant some?â he asks, lifting the joint to slot between his perfect lips.Â
âAre we allowed to smoke on the job?âÂ
âHyuck was prescribed Vyvanse last year, so heâs practically on coke all shift,â Johnny grins, lighting the end of the joint and taking a puff. âBesides,â he lets out a deep breath of smoke, âin the service industry, sometimes you need a little buffer.â
Skeets really is a chill place if the hiring manager smokes weed on breaks with subordinates.Â
âI didnât realize you were a stoner,â you muse.
âMost of us frat boys are,â Johnny admits, pulling the joint from between his lips. Itâs placed casually between two fingers, and his other hand ruffles through his pretty hair. âItâs a nice night.â
âIt is,â you nod, looking up at the sky. Stars are twinkling in the dark
âIâm glad you joined the team, not sure we would have been doing so well without your extra set of hands.â
âIâm really grateful to have been given a trial shift,â you smile softly.
âWell, just so you know, itâs more than a trial shift. Youâre hired.â He nudges your shoulder gently, and your grin only grows.
âThank you.â
Johnny takes another drag from his joint. âSure you donât want a puff?â
âI really shouldnât-â
âIâm going to let you go home pretty soon after this,â Johnny tells you. âSo it wonât affect your performance that much.â
You wonder if this is a test, but⌠at the same time, you donât think Johnnyâs the type of guy to test you this way.Â
You give in, accepting the joint and bringing it to your lips. Itâs been a while since you smoked one of these, and your first tiny hit leaves you coughing, passing the joint back to Johnny while you try to catch your breath.
He grins while watching you, and you get the sneaking suspicion that Johnny thinks youâre cute.Â
âThank you,â you say, coughing again.
âYouâve got good manners, donât ya, Tiny?â
You nod, wiping at the tears that have formed in your eyes from the smoke.Â
âWho... who do you usually smoke with?â you ask.
âWhy? You a cop?â Johnny jokes.
âNo, itâs just uh⌠God, I could tell you the whole story but you wouldnât even believe me if I did,â you find yourself laughing. âJust⌠I didnât know you smoked, so, Iâm wondering if maybe there are a few other guys in your circle who do too.â
Johnny looks you up and down. âLike I said earlier, Tiny, almost all us frat boys partake in mari-ju-ana.â
Itâs clear heâs not going to give you any information that could help you figure out who your Ghostie is. You suppose you really will just have to be patient.
In less than twenty-four hours, youâll be finding out who your mystery caller is, and the suspense is absolutely killing you.
Friday pt 2
Itâs twelve thirty when you finally get home, and youâre very tired. But at the same time, youâre awake. You take your time getting ready for bed, ignoring the loud party sounds outside and around the frat village while you wait for a call from Ghostie.
As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you wonât get a call.
He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.Â
Youâre disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe heâll catch you.Â
Five minutes turn into ten, turn into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut.
Youâre starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.
You try to self-soothe by assuring yourself youâll meet him tomorrow, but it doesnât really help.Â
Tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, you fall into a blissless sleep.
SaturdayÂ
Youâre groggy when you open your eyes, but you still go to check your phone. Thereâs a missed call notification from an unknown number at three am, and suddenly youâre wide awake, bolting up in bed.
âHey, Tiny, itâs me.â
As if it could be anyone else.
âSorry I didnât get a chance to call you last night. I was pretty swamped with Halloween stuff. But if it makes you feel any better, you were definitely on my mind.â
Here you are kicking your feet again.
âProbably wonât get a chance to talk to you until the party, I really do hope you come⌠in uh⌠more ways than one.â
God, he makes you wet.
âI get it if youâre a little mad at me for not calling earlier, and I promise to make it up to you when I see you, if youâll let me.â
Heâs so oddly respectful.
âBut I get it if you donât want to do anything at the party. Iâve enjoyed talking with you this week, and if thatâs all itâs going to be then I wonât hold it against you. Anyways, goodnight, see you soon.â
Saturday pt 2
You feel cute tonight. Youâd taken your Ghost Face mask off almost as soon as entering the frat, but the little black dress youâre wearing is enough to capture a lot of attention.Â
Every frat boy that comes up to you makes your heart race, but none of them reveal themselves as your Ghostie.Â
Youâre actually beginning to get a little frustrated, and after two hours of floating around hoping to find your mystery man, you head with Mark to his room for a break.
Markâs roommate, Hyuck, is sitting on his bed, bong already out and resting on one thigh while scrolls through his phone. He looks up when you enter, smirking. âFinally, smoking buddies.â
âYou texted me like two minutes ago to come up here,â Mark rolls his eyes. âHave some patience.â
âNot in my nature,â Hyuck insists, setting his phone down and reaching for his lighter. âFirst hit is mine.â
As if you expected anything less.Â
You watch him inhale the thick cloud of smoke, holding it for a moment in his lungs before he lets out a deep exhale. âFucking hell, he groans, that was a good hit.âÂ
Mark takes the bong and Hyuck falls flat against the bed, closing his eyes and smiling.
âSo have you found your stalker yet, Tiny?â Hyuck asks.
Your gaze flashes to Mark. âYou told him?â
âHe was curious why I was asking for a stoner list,â Mark defends himself.Â
âWhoever the dude is, heâs got balls,â Hyuck says wistfully.Â
Thereâs a knock on the door, and Jaehyun pokes his head inside. âHeard weâre smoking?â
âYeah, come in!â Hyuck waves his hand, still collapsed on his bed.
The door is pushed open wider, and you catch sight of Johnny standing behind Jaehyun. Your new hiring manager flashes you a wink as they enter, and the door is shut firmly behind them. Jaehyun goes to sit with Hyuck, but Johnny approaches you, taking the seat next to you on Markâs bed.Â
âHowâs your night going?â Johnny asks.
âSheâs waiting for her stalker to come kidnap her and fuck her brains out,â Hyuck says loudly.
âYour stalker?â Johnny laughs.
âSome guy has been calling her all week,â Mark tries to explain.
âIt sounds worse than it is,â you insist, feeling the need to defend Ghostie. âHeâs only a little perverted.âÂ
âAnd youâre into that sort of thing?â Jaehyun questions, cocking his head while Mark takes a puff from the bong and hands it over.
âNot usually,â you admit. âBut⌠this guy is different.â
âYou donât even know what he looks like,â Mark groans, collapsing in his desk chair and running an anxious hand through his hair.
âThat doesnât matter,â you insist.Â
âFucking girls, dude,â Hyuck laughs, sitting up and watching Jaehyun smoke from the bong. âYou know what we need?â
âMore weed?â Mark suggests.
âYes, but also, shots.â Hyuckâs eyes shift to Johnny. âNot the shit from downstairs. The good stuff.â
Johnny lets out a chuckle. âYou want something from my secret stash?â
âThe tequila you brought back from Mexico,â Hyuck nods.
Jaehyun lets out a puff of smoke, holding the bong out for Johnny, who shakes his head.Â
âYouâre not taking a hit?â Jaehyun asks, staring at Johnny in hazy shock.
âNot tonight,â Johnny responds. Then he turns to you. âIf neither of us are taking a crack at the bong, how about you come help me grab the tequila?â
âCareful, John,â Hyuck teases, âSheâs not interested in you, she only has eyes for this Ghostie dude.â
Mark shoves Hyuckâs knee and Johnny simply grins. âCome on Tiny, you donât want to get secondhand high on a night like this.â
Heâs right about that, and you stand with him, heading to the door. Johnnyâs so tall and broad, and you try not to stare at his shoulders, but itâs extremely difficult not to appreciate his large form.Â
âWhatâs your costume?â you ask.Â
âOh, this?â He pulls casually at his black tshirt. âIâm a serial killer, they look like everyone else.â
âVery original,â you laugh, falling into step with the tall fratboy as you make your way down the crowded hall.Â
âMy room is on the top floor,â he tells you, heading to the stairwell and holding the door open for you. âI like your dress, by the way.â
âThanks, it goes with this.â You hold up the Ghost Face mask to show it to him, and his grin widens while you climb the stairs.
âYouâre gonna have to let me try that on.â
âIâm uh⌠Iâm actually saving it for Ghostie to try,â you admit, feeling a little silly with how loyal youâre being to your mystery caller.
âHeâs a lucky guy,â Johnny muses.
âHereâs to hoping it goes well,â you sigh.
Johnny doesnât respond to your comment, and as you reach the top floor he guides you three rooms down, using a key to unlock the door before he holds it open for you. âAfter you, Tiny.â
The space is the same size as Hyuck and Markâs, but it only has one bed. âI didnât realize they had single rooms here,â you say, looking around.Â
âThereâs only a few, and Iâve got seniority,â Johnny explains. He closes the door behind him, walking over to the large closet.Â
You take in the decorations. Itâs unmistakably a frat boy's room, but much cleaner than youâre used to. Thereâs a gaming station, and a mini fridge that youâd guess is full of beer. A clothing rack shows off some of Johnnyâs more sophisticated tastes.Â
Youâre curious about what else he has in his stash, so you join him by the closet, peeking inside. âWeâre looking for tequila right?â
God, he has a whole shelf full of expensive bottles of booze.Â
âUh huh,â Johnny nods. âShould be in the back here somewhere.â
âIsnât this tequila?â you ask, pointing to a bottle heâs brushed past.
âClose,â Johnny flashes a grin at you before continuing to rummage, âbut no cigar.âÂ
You freeze.Â
Itâs been nearly a week since your first interaction with Ghostie, but you remember that interesting turn of phrase like it was yesterday.Â
But- it canât be.Â
Johnny canât be your mystery caller-
Can he?
âFound it,â Johnny announces, pulling an immaculate bottle of tequila out. His gaze lands on you. âYou alright, Tiny? You look like youâve seen a ghost.â
âI mean⌠have I?âÂ
He cocks his head. âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâreâŚâ You swallow thickly. âAre you my Ghostie?â
Johnny meets your gaze with a steady look. âDoes it upset you?â
Itâs not a clear confirmation, but itâs a confirmation nonetheless.Â
You stare at him in absolute shock for a moment. He looks insanely gorgeous tonight, all broad, with his pretty lips- without even knowing what youâre doing, you find yourself throwing your arms around him and burying your face against his chest.
Johnny freezes, obviously startled by the sudden contact, but then heâs wrapping you in a tight embrace. One of his hands finds the back of your head, and he cradles you close.
Neither of you say anything, you simply hold each other while you come to terms with everything.Â
Heâs so stupid for ever thinking you wouldnât want him-
You do want him. You want him so bad-
Pulling away from his chest, you tilt your chip up, reaching for his face. You cup his cheek while you move on your tiptoes to press your lips against his.
He appears just as shocked at this movement as when youâd hugged him, but he eases into it all the same, kissing you back gently.
But you donât want gentle, you want him.
Youâre pent up from a week of teasing, and you shift in his embrace, wrapping both arms around the back of his neck while you glide your tongue against his lip.Â
Johnny lets out a groan, his mouth opening for you while his hands slip down to tug your waist closer.
The kiss deepens and now itâs your turn to release a moan, pressing your tits closer to his chest. He feels like heaven against you, and his lips are absolutely magic. His tongue glides gently against your own. You can taste beer, but itâs not unpleasant, in fact, it turns you on even more.
You thread your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp-
âFuck,â Johnny mutters against your mouth.
Then heâs bending down, hands grabbing at your ass and prompting you to jump. You wrap your legs around his hips and he carries you effortlessly, closing the distance to his bed.
Instead of tossing you down, he sits on the mattress and suddenly your knees are digging into his charcoal duvet. Youâre on top, fingers in his hair, your tongue licking at his lip, and youâve never felt so powerful.
It gives you the confidence to wiggle your hips a little, and youâre pleased to find heâs already growing hard in his jeans. God, he feels big- and your pussy throbs at the idea of what youâre going to do to him tonight.
Youâre in a dress, and your panty-clad core feels delightful against bulging denim. Johnnyâs grabbing at your bare thigh, kneading your flesh, and it makes you moan desperately. Not only is he skilled with his tongue, but his hands seem to know what theyâre doing too.
Suddenly heâs grabbing at your hair, tugging you so you arch your head back, giving him access to your throat. His mouth feels amazing as he begins to lick and suck on your neck, finding your sweet spot way too easily-
âWho-â You swallow thickly. âWho gave you my number?â
Johnny laughs against your skin, pulling away to look up at you with dark eyes. âMark did.â
âMark?!â Youâre in absolute shock now.Â
âGave it to me during finals last year,â Johnny explains. âBut⌠we both had busy summers andâŚâ one of his hands sneaks down to guide your hips, helping you grind against him, âI guess I wasnât sure how you felt about me.âÂ
âYouâre crazy!âÂ
âMaybe a little,â he admits. âIâm also Markâs big, and itâs not like you and I have ever been close.â
âBut youâve liked me for a while, havenât you, Ghostie?âÂ
He groans at the nickname, looking up at you with eyes full of wonder. âLonger than you know.â
You wish you could say youâve felt the same- but in all honesty, you have always seen him as Markâs big. As an older fratboy dad type-
The way heâs acted with you this week has inklings of that protective daddy personality you know and enjoy, but⌠heâs not been particularly dad-like. Heâs shown you a new side of himself, and youâre so fucking happy he did.
âYou know, when Mark finds out youâre my stalker heâs going to flip.â
âI wasnât stalking you,â Johnny insists, grinning up at you as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you grind against him harder.Â
âGod, you even hired me for a job-â
He laughs. âIt wasnât favoritism, you had a cover letter, the bar owner was even impressed.â
âYouâre so bad- this whole time youâve been mind fucking me. I would have never guessed my Ghostie worked at Skeets.â
âWell, I do have a minor in psychology,â he admits. âFigured the best place to hide is in plain sight.â
âYou even smoked a joint in front of me and I never guessed-â
âYeah, I was playing with fire with that one,â Johnny laughs.Â
âItâs funny. I was so busy thinking about being loyal to Ghostie that I was trying not to check you out last night.âÂ
âAnd Iâm so lucky to have you. You wouldnât even let me put on your Ghost Face mask, so busy saving it for Ghostie.â
âSaving myself too,â you note, grinning down at him.
âYeah?âÂ
âWeâve talked every night since Sunday- I havenât cum in over a week.âÂ
âFuck, Tiny,â Johnny groans. âI guess I better help you out then.â
âReally? How are you going to do that?â
âIâll let you stay on top for a while, let you grind against me until youâre begging for me to tear your dress off.â He pulls at the strap on your shoulder. âThen, Iâll flip you over, get on my knees, and eat you out like the good girl you are, stretching you open with my fingers.â
âAnd then?â
âWhen youâre shaking and delirious from cumming, Iâll fuck you right. Bet youâve never really been fucked right before.â
God, you definitely havenât. At least- you know youâve never been fucked the way Johnny is about to fuck you.
âWhat if I already want you to tear my dress off?â you ask, grinding down against his cock.
Johnny lets out a low groan, grinning at you. âTiny, youâre nowhere near begging yet.â
âIâm not?â You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his throat before your teeth drag against his earlobe. âPlease, Ghostie, Iâm already so fucking wet, you wouldnât believe it-â
He laughs, hand finding your hair again. He tugs you away from his neck, pressing his lips to your own and kissing you hard.
He takes your breath away. His tongue is perfect, licking and tasting- making you moan loudly while you work your hips, swiveling on his denim-covered cock.
âFuck, Ghostie, youâre so fucking big-â
âYou havenât seen anything yet,â he promises, grabbing a fistful of your ass and squeezing so hard it almost hurts. But the pain is wonderful, and you cry out in ecstasy, working yourself harder against him.
If it wasnât for his enticing cock, you think you could make out with him like this forever.Â
You just want to be naked, so you grab at your dress, intent on lifting it off-
Johnny stops you. âIâve told you patience is a virtue, havenât I, Tiny?â
You groan in annoyance. âJohn, please-â
âGhostie,â he corrects you.
You donât even care- you simply grab his hand, guiding it between your legs. His fingertips brush over your soaked panties, and you gasp at the feeling of him, immediately grinding down, looking for relief.
âFuck-â you moan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.
He begins to circle your clit through your thong and youâre forced to grab at his shoulder to steady yourself, whimpering loudly.Â
âShit, Tiny, youâre so fucking pretty,â he whispers.
âI need you,â you gasp, feeling an orgasm already bubbling in the pit of your stomach. âPlease, move my panties to the side-â
Johnny doesnât question you this time. He pulls your thong away, easily burying two large fingers into your wet, needy core.
Now youâre really gasping. You lean forward, wrapping both arms around his strong shoulders and burying your face against his throat. âOh my God, Ghostie- donât stop-â
âYouâre going to cum from this, arenât you, pretty girl?â
You nod desperately, swiveling your hips so your clit can rub against the palm of his hand while his fingers work you open.Â
âSo good,â you whimper. âSo fucking good-â
Johnny groans, curving his fingers and stroking your gspot.
You squeal in his lap, thigh muscles clenching while your pussy begins to throb around the foreign intrusions. Youâre so close to the edge you can almost taste it.
âWant you to cum for me. Wanna hear your sounds while you drip down my hand.âÂ
Fuck, heâs way too sexy, voice all low and seductive. Heâs breathing hard, and you can tell youâre turning him on just from riding his fingers-
âCome on, Tiny, whoâs my good girl?â
âI am-â you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you straight on.Â
You moan loudly, burying your face against Johnnyâs neck. Youâre panting against his skin, wiggling your hips while his fingers continue inside of you, driving you absolutely insane. Waves of pleasure are overtaking your form, and your mind is completely blank, overwhelmed by the feeling of ecstasy that Johnny provides for you.
âThatâs it,â Johnny encourages you. âSo fucking good for me.â
Youâre shaking on his lap by the time your high is over, and you press wet kisses to his throat, earning groans from your Ghostie.Â
You reach down for your dress, lifting it up and off your body. Johnny pulls back, watching you with dark eyes. He takes his fingers out of your wet pussy, bringing them to his lips to clean. But heâs not done there, as you toss the fabric to the floor, Johnny offers you his digits next.Â
You lock eyes with him for a moment before leaning forward and accepting, taking his wet fingers into your mouth and helping suck them clean. You groa at the taste of yourself. Johnny watches the motion, his free hand finding your hip and forcing you to grind down against his cock.Â
âYouâre so hot, Tiny,â he says, removing his fingers from your lips.
âWait till you see me naked,â you grin, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra.Â
It falls away easily, and Johnnyâs large hands cup your breasts almost immediately. His head dips, eyes taking in your newly exposed skin. âFuck, how does a girl get this perfect?â
âHow does a guy get a massive cock like yours?â you counter, rubbing yourself against the front of his jeans.Â
âTouche,â he chuckles, leaning down to lick your nipple.Â
You thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him to show more affection to your chest, which heâs more than happy to do. His large hand cups your right breast while he worships your other with his mouth, suckling on your nipple. His teeth drag gently against the sensitive bud and you moan loudly, rocking your hips all the while.
âAs much as Iâd love to keep sucking on your tits,â Johnny sighs, lips moving up your throat again, âIâd rather be between your legs.â
âGhostie, do whatever you want to me,â you instruct, feeling delightfully submissive.
âYou got it, Tiny.âÂ
In one easy motion, he flips you so your back is on the bed. Johnny pulls away from you, sinking to his knees at the edge of the mattress before grabbing you and tugging you closer. He tears his own shirt off, giving you a great view of muscles that make you even wetter. Then he grabs your panties, sliding them down your legs so youâre completely bare for him now.
Johnny doesnât say anything, he simply licks his lips and dives into you. His tongue parts your folds, dipping inside to taste your walls while your legs shake around his head. âFuck, Ghostie-â
You reach down to grab his hair, applying enough pressure to his head to let him know youâre enjoying what heâs doing⌠if he canât already tell from your desperately needy moans.Â
His lips move to suction on your clit and a squeal escapes you, your back arching slightly at the sensation.Â
Youâre sensitive from having cum already, sensitive from having not cum all week only to be getting this much attention now. But youâre also probably sensitive because this is Johnny, because thereâs been a build-up thatâs left you ready to pop, and he seems intent on making you pop multiple times for him.
âOh my God,â you whimper, eyes closed, abdominal muscles tensing with effort as his skilled tongue works you up again.Â
Johnny groans against your pussy and itâs one of the sexiest things thatâs ever happened to you. Your grip on his hair tightens, your core throbbing with pleasure already.
When he adds two fingers into your dripping hole, you know youâre not going to last, but you donât think he wants you to.
In fact, youâd bet that Johnny himself is just about ready to explode. You canât believe he doesnât have his cock out yet- canât believe heâs so intent on making you cum twice before getting any satisfaction for himself.
âFuck, Ghostie-â You want to tell him how close you are to cumming, but you can hardly get the words out between your moans. âIâm- holy shit-â
Johnny finger fucks you even harder, his mouth focusing on your clit, and youâre pretty sure heâs understood your garbled attempt to warn him, pretty sure he wants you to cum.
You allow yourself to find your release, your back arching again as you tug on Johnnyâs hair, keeping his face between your legs. You grind down slightly, your body chasing your orgasm as it surges through you like fire in your veins.
Johnny lets out a low groan again, and your entire body twitches at the extra stimulation. Youâre gasping now. Nothing has ever felt this good-
To his credit, Johnny tries to help you through your entire orgasm, but he pulls away before youâre truly finished. You can feel him panting against your pussy, and when you open your eyes to look down at him, you find Johnny staring at you with the horniest expression youâve ever seen on a man.
âGhostie-â you whimper, shifting against his duvet.Â
âCondoms,â he says, pulling his fingers out of your core and standing up.
âIâm on birth control,â you tell him quickly, making him freeze. âAnd if weâre both clean-â
Johnny practically moans at the idea, looking down at your body. âDoes my Tiny want to be filled up all nice and good?â
Now itâs your turn to groan, and you nod, licking your lips. You sit up next, feeling your skin heat at the words you want to say, âI also⌠I wanna suck you off first.â
Johnny approaches the bed again, towering over you. Itâs hard to focus on his eyes when his abs and strong biceps and veiny forearms are drawing your attention, but when he cups your jaw it makes things easier. âWhat did I ever do to deserve you?â
âYou pretty much stalked me for a week,â you tease, grinning.
Your Ghostie lets out a laugh. He doesnât bother to check you on the word âstalkingâ this time, even though heâs always been adamant thatâs not what he was up to. Itâs nice to have this little win, and as a reward for him biting his tongue, you reach out to undo his belt.
As the buckle unclasps and you move to his zipper, thereâs a loud banging on the door.
Johnny looks over his shoulder and you can hear Hyuck screaming âTequila!âÂ
The frat boy in front of you lifts his finger to his lips, a shushing motion, and then he reaches into his back pocket for his phone. You bet heâs going to text Hyuck some lie about not being in the room, but youâre too horny to slow down.
You get his jeans undone and you bundle your hands up in all the fabric, roughly tugging them down.
Johnny lets out a groan when his large cock slaps up against his abdomen, and he moves his phone to the side to give himself a better view, holding it with one hand while raising a brow at you.
Youâre on your knees at the foot of the bed now while Johnny stands there, and you steady yourself, grabbing the base of his cock. With one last wink at Ghostie, you lean forward, kitten licking his length from balls to tip.
The man above you quickly types in the text, then tosses his phone to the side, his large hand coming down to cup your cheek. You take this as a sign to accept him into your mouth, so you do exactly that.
Heâs so large and thick- you havenât sucked cock in a while, and youâve never sucked a cock as big as his. You know you can take your time, Johnnyâs always been patient with you.Â
You start by paying attention to the head, swirling your tongue around him and getting used to his size. Your eyes close, mind focused completely on your task. Youâre already drooling from this, and you can feel your saliva dripping down his shaft. You smooth your thumb along the new trail of spit, helping lube your hand so you can begin to pump his cock.
âFuck,â Johnny groans, tightening his grip in your hair.
You try to sink your mouth further onto his cock, but itâs difficult. Heâs just so huge-
Your pussy throbs knowing that soon, this monster dick is going to be inside of you-
Without any lube that youâve seen so far, you want to make him as slicked up as possible, and it helps that youâre drooling from how sexy all of this is.
His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly, powering through the uncomfortable feeling as you glide your tongue along his shaft. Youâre not a quitter.
âHoly fuck, Tiny-â Johnny praises you. âYou donât have to try to take more than you can handle-â
But you want to. You want to pleasure him the way heâs pleasured you, and his words only prompt you to suck harder, earning more groans from the man above you.
âYouâre so good at this,â he continues his words of encouragement, and they do help you take him deeper. His voice is smooth, sexy, and thankfully not modulated in any way.Â
Youâve never realized how nice Johnâs voice really is.Â
You apply more pressure with your hand, pumping him faster-
âOkay, okay-â Johnny tugs gently on your hair, prompting you to pull off of his cock and blink up at him in confusion. âI have to fuck you now. Iâm done waiting.âÂ
You let out a tiny mewl, nodding.Â
Johnny kicks off his jeans completely, pressing a knee onto the bed. He leans down to kiss you, and then heâs grabbing your body. In one easy motion, he tosses you a few feet up the mattress, so your head can land against the pillows.
God, he makes you feel truly Tiny- itâs one of the sexiest things ever.
He takes his place between your legs next, lips finding yours. One of his hands cups your cheek, and the kiss deepens, his tongue invading your mouth while your arms wrap around his strong shoulders.
You can feel his cock sliding between your pussy lips, and itâs almost embarrassing how wet you are, how much drool youâve left on him.Â
âPlease-â you whimper. You canât wait another moment either, you have to know what he feels like. You reach your hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock so you can line him up with you properly. âGhostie, I canât-â
He kisses you, cutting you off. Something tells you Johnny understands, and the moment you have him properly situated, he begins to push into you.
You gasp against his lips, letting go of his cock so you can grab his shoulders. Heâd worked you open with his fingers two times over, but nothing compares to this. You can feel your walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth, and it leaves you practically brain-dead.
âLet me know if itâs too much,â Johnny tells you, lips moving to your throat so he can suck on your sweet spot while he continues to burry into your hot, wet core.
You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, closing your eyes while the feeling of him overtakes you. Youâve never moaned like this before, never felt anything like Johnny-
He groans loudly against your skin, gently thrusting, coating his cock in your juices to make things easier-
The moment his hips hit flush to yours, his full cock buried inside of you, you both gasp. Johnny grabs at your hands, interlocking your fingers and pinning them to the pillows on either side of your head.
âFuck, youâre so big, youâre so-â You canât even think, especially not when he takes another test thrust.
His cock drags against your inner walls and you cry out, body tingling.Â
âYou take me so well, Tiny,â he praises you, mouth still hot on your throat. âThe perfect fit.âÂ
You canât speak, not now, but you can squeeze his hands and tilt your head to the side, kissing his cheek. Johnny takes the cue to bring his lips back to yours, and youâre immediately lost in yet another breathtaking makeout session.
Heâs moving slow, fucking into you at a gentle pace, allowing your body to get used to his massive size.Â
But youâre feeling particularly desperate, and greedy. âMore.âÂ
âMore?â He laughs. âYou sure about that?â
You nod, eager to be decimated by him. âPlease, ruin me-â
Johnny groans, letting go of one of your hands so he can press his palm flat to the bed, giving himself more leverage. He begins to fuck you faster, and each meeting of his cock to your core has you whimpering like a whore in heat.
âYou make the cutest fucking sounds,â Johnny breathes.
Only he - with his cock making you feral - would call your noises of pleasure cute.
Heâs so stupidly endearing.
âFuck, Tiny, youâre dripping- making this too fucking easy for me.âÂ
Itâs absolutely embarrassing how wet you are. Heâs gliding into you with no issues now, and each movement is like heaven. The head of his cock hits a spot deep in your stomach- you canât help but reach down, pressing your palm to your abdomen-
You can feel him rearranging your guts, and you both groan when you apply a bit of pressure.
âDeep, huh?â Johnny lets out a moaned chuckle.Â
âSo deep-â you agree, words slightly garbled.Â
âIâve just started with you and you can hardly speak,â Johnny muses. âWonder whatâs gonna happen when I make you cum again.â
You cry out desperately, removing your hand from your stomach so you can claw at his hair, bringing his lips back to your own.
Youâre tired of thinking- all you want to do is experience this, experience him, at your fullest- and boy, are you fucking full.
Johnny lets go of your other hand, reaching for your thigh. He adjusts it higher on his hip and suddenly heâs driving into you even deeper.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you gasp loudly against his lips. Johnny traces his tongue along your teeth, and you can feel him smirking.
You love that heâs enjoying this- enjoying watching you come completely undone for him.
âYou know,â he says, âif you keep squeezing me like that, Iâm not going to last long.â
You donât even care. You know this isnât the only time youâll be fucking this man- and after cumming twice already, your body is near its limit of pleasure, if thatâs even possible. In fact, thereâs something very sexy about making a man cum quicker than heâs used to, and your pussy clenches at the thought.Â
âFuck,â Johnny groans again. âCan I flip you over?â
At this point, youâll agree to any request, and you nod quickly, biting at your lip.
With one last kiss, Johnny pulls away from you. His cock slips out of your core and you whine at the loss, only for his two large hands to grab your waist and manually turn you onto your stomach. Then he adjusts your hips, pulling you up into doggy position.
âIf you need to scream, use the pillows,â Johnny warns you, lining up with your pussy again.
The first thrust has you doing exactly that. You bury your face into the pillow, letting out a loud cry as his cock hits deeper than before.Â
This position might just kill you, but you donât care.
His hands feel so good- so large and warm and steady on your hips as he finds an even rougher pace.
You can hear your ass smacking loudly against his front with each thrust and it only adds to your arousal.Â
Bunching your hands up in his duvet, you do your best not to be so loud that the whole frat will hear you. But itâs so difficult not to just melt under him-Â
You can feel your eyes welling with pleasure-fueled tears, and it drives you crazy.
âFuck, you like this position, donât you, pretty girl?â
âYes, Ghostie!â you gasp, nodding while his cock continues to make you feel like absolute heaven.
âYou look fucking perfect like this,â he tells you. âFace down, ass up. Pretty soon youâll be begging for me to fill you up even more.â
His words flip a switch inside of you. âGod, yes, please-â you cry out. âI want it so bad-â
âWant what?â
âWant your cum,â you whimper. âWanna be so full-â
Johnny groans, grabbing rough fistfuls of your ass while he fucks you even harder.Â
âI need it, Ghostie, I need it-â Youâre crying now, and Johnny notices.
He bends over your back, bracing an arm across your chest so he can lift you onto your knees. He cups your jaw, thumb stroking through a tear track. âHoly shit, Tiny,â he moans, mouth hot against your shoulder.Â
âPlease, Ghostie, please-â you whimper, lower lip trembling-
Youâre so close-
Johnny lets go of your jaw, and his hand slips down your front. You jolt when his fingers make contact with your clit, wriggling in his grasp.
âIâm almost there, Tiny,â he admits. âWatching you cum will tip me over the edge- youâll be good and cum for me, right?â
All you can do is nod. Words are gone. Your mind is blank except for the pleasure thatâs coursing through you.
Your noises are getting pitchier, and Johnny works you all the way to your peak. You gasp loudly as you topple over the edge, core clamping down hard on his cock.
Your legs feel like jelly, and Johnny releases you, allowing you to fall to the bed while your orgasm ravages your form. Youâre clawing at the sheets, burying your face in his bed to muffle your screams-
His hands are bruising on your hips, and you hear him let out a loud groan. You can feel him filling you up, his motions faltering ever so slightly. His breath is hot against your shoulders and itâs added stimulus that makes you twitch, so completely overwhelmed that it almost feels like youâre about to black out.
But you donât want to miss a second of this. His groans of pleasure keep you in the moment even as your mind is in a sex daze.Â
Johnny rides you through your high, thrusts slowing until he comes to a stop behind you.Â
Youâre both breathing heavily now, and Johnny stays still for a moment, enjoying the last of your orgasm aftershocks. Then he flattens his chest to your back, hand falling to the bed next to your own.Â
âHoly shit,â he breathes.Â
You canât help but let out a small laugh, and it makes Johnny groan as your core clenches again.
He kisses your shoulder, lips oddly tender in comparison to the way he just blew your back out.Â
âGhostie-â you whimper, wanting to collapse on his bed from exhaustion.Â
âStay still, Iâll get something to clean you up,â he assures you, pressing one last kiss to your skin before straightening from your back.Â
You miss his warmth as soon as heâs gone, and you especially miss his cock when it slides out of you.Â
You feel him get off the bed, and a moment later, something begins to drip down your inner thighs. He really filled you up, and it makes you twitch. You reach a hand between your legs, cupping your core and rolling onto your back on his bed, trying to breathe properly.
Johnny is back a second later, and you can feel his gaze on you.
âSpread these thighs for me, Tiny,â he says gently, touching your knee.Â
You open your eyes, and then you open your legs.Â
Johnny moves your hand out of the way, letting out a groan. âYou have no idea how fucking hot this is-â he tells you, wiping your core clean of his cum.Â
You still donât have it within yourself to speak, you can only watch him toss the tissue in the garbage before youâre making grabby hands at him.
Johnny laughs. He sits on the bed next to you, leaning against the headboard before scooping you into his lap. Heâs so fucking big, and he makes you feel safe cuddled in his arms, your cheek pressed to his chest.
His heart is still racing, and it makes you feel better to know youâre not the only one whoâs so affected by this.
Johnnyâs fingers begin to thread through your hair, and he simply holds you while you come out of subspace.Â
The party is still in full swing outside, and itâs an interesting feeling to have such a private moment with Johnny in the middle of a frat on Halloween.Â
âDo you think anyone heard us?â you ask finally.
Johnny laughs. âDonât worry about it,â he says soothingly.Â
You pull away from his chest, looking up at him. His hand moves to cup your face and you press your lips to his. Itâs a much gentler kiss than heâd given you mid-fuck, and it eases your racing heart.Â
âGhostie?â
âYeah, Tiny?âÂ
âI like you a lot.â
He lets out another chuckle. âI like you too.â
âWeâll do this again sometime, right?â
âOf course, Tiny.â His hand smooths up and down your back. âIâd also like to take you on dates, if youâll let me.â
âIâd like that,â you nod, relaxing against his chest again. âAnd⌠and when you call me, no more voice modulator.â
âNo?â
âI like your voice, your real voice.â God, youâre feeling so soft and mushy for him.
âI like your voice too.â For a second, itâs a sweet moment, and then Johnny continues, âLiked listening to your whimpers.â
Heâs such a frat boy, but you kind of love him for it. âDid you like my tears too?â
âOnly if theyâre for a good reason,â Johnny says. âIf anyone else ever makes you cry, Iâll have to fuck them up.â
âMy protective Ghostie,â you grin, leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw.
âAs much as Iâd love to stay cuddling you forever, I should probably bring the boys some tequila,â Johnny sighs.
âThe boys,â you echo. âI feel like Iâve just fucked Mark and Hyuckâs dad.â
âDo you have a daddy kink, Tiny?â
âFor you, I have any kink you want,â you laugh.Â
âI like the sound of that.â
âJust⌠kiss me again?â you ask. âWe can bring tequila after.â
âAre you sure you want to come with? You can stay here and Iâll come back-â
âWe shouldâŚâ you lick your lips, âwe should be social.â
âI just fucked your brains out and you want to go be social?â Johnny grins. âMaybe I didnât work you over well enough.â
âYou worked me over perfect,â you laugh, grabbing at his jaw so you can press your lips to his.
Johnny melts into the kiss, and thereâs something in it that feels like coming home. Youâve never felt this safe with a guy before, and itâs kind of starting to scare you.
If you were to stay here- you think you might even fall in love with Johnny⌠that is, if you havenât already.
You pull away from your Ghostie, letting out a sigh.Â
Getting out of his lap isnât fun, and your legs are wobbly as you stand next to the bed, but Johnnyâs hands go to your hips to steady you.
When he stands, he towers over you, and youâre overcome by your thirst for him all over again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, bringing him in for another kiss.Â
Itâs so easy to get lost in making out with Johnny, but you have to tear yourself away, nodding, âTequila.â
âTequila,â he echoes. âCan you stand by yourself?â
âIâm okay,â you assure him, but it still hurts when he lets you go.Â
Johnny pulls on some sweatpants while you find your dress-
âYouâre not putting that back on,â Johnny tells you, moving to his closet. âLet me give you some clothes.â
âAre you trying to announce to Mark and Hyuck that weâve fucked?â you laugh, accepting the large t-shirt he throws your way.
âTrust me, Tiny, theyâll know.â
âYeah? Howâs that?â
âAfter this, I wonât be able to keep my hands to myself, and something tells me you wonât be able to either.â Johnny pulls on a hoodie, grabbing the tequila and turning to you. âI know you, remember?âÂ
You grin, pulling on the pair of black boxer shorts heâd also sent your way. âMaybe a little too well.âÂ
âOr not well enough,â Johnny suggests, approaching you again.
âYouâre such a sweet talker.â
âOnly for you,â he smirks, leaning down to kiss you again. âYou look cute in my clothes.â
âDo I look like I just got fucked senseless?â
âDefinitely.âÂ
âMarkâs going to hate you,â you laugh.
âHeâll get over it,â Johnny brushes it off, reaching for your hand. âReady to go?â
âAs ready as Iâll ever be.âÂ
âYou can still stay here if you want.â
âNo, letâs face this now.â You need to be firm, need to get out of this love den before you find yourself even more loved up.
The two of you head to his door and Johnny holds it open for you.Â
In the time youâve been fucking, it looks like a lot of people have dispersed from the party, so walking through the hallway isnât exactly a walk of shame. However, when you get down the stairs to Markâs floor, you realize you still have to pull up your big girl panties to face him.
âIâm going to run to the bathroom,â you tell Johnny, âIâll meet you in Markâs.â
âYou donât want me to come with you?â
âTo the bathroom?â you laugh. âI think Iâm good.â
With one last kiss, you make your way to the frat bathroom at the end of the hall. Itâs important to go pee after sex, for UTI reasons, your sorority big sister has drilled that into you since first year. When youâre done, you head to the sink, daring a look at yourself in the dirty mirror.
You look fucked, but you also look happy.Â
In fact, you canât stop smiling.Â
After washing your hands, you dab some water on your throat, hoping it will calm you down. Once you feel good and ready, you exit the bathroom.
Markâs door is open when you get to his room, and you poke your head inside.Â
Jaehyun and Hyuck are on one bed, Mark and Johnny on the other, and theyâre all lifting shots to their mouths. As you step inside, Markâs gaze shifts to you. He takes in your new outfit and his eyes widen, then he spits out his shot, coughing loudly.Â
Johnnyâs hand finds Markâs back while he practically coughs up a lung, and then Mark is leaping to his feet. âWhat-â His eyes dart between you and Johnny, and you can see the realization there.Â
âJesus, Mark, learn how to handle a shot,â Hyuck scoffs.
Mark doesnât even entertain Hyuck, he simply turns to his big, pointing an accusatory finger at Johnnyâs chest. âYouâre Ghostie!?â
Johnny stands up. âYouâre the one who gave me her number last year.â
âI what?!â Markâs eyes are practically bulging out of his head now.
Hyuck and Jaehyun exchange a look, and Hyuck reaches for the tequila to pour another shot.
âMark, it could be worse-â you say, trying to de-escalate the situation while stepping further into the room.
âHow could it be worse!?â Mark bellows. âMy Big is a stalker!â
âHeâs not a stalker,â you defend Johnny, coming to join your tall new lover, your hand reaching for his.
âYouâre her new boss!â Mark insists.
âHyuck fucked our last bar manager,â Johnny points out.
âGuilty,â Hyuck smirks over the rim of his new shot.
Markâs still not having any of this situation. âThis is fucked up.â
âMark, Iâve told you a million times, itâs spooky season.â You canât help but giggle. This has been such a turn of events, but you wouldnât want it any other way.
âYou better not hurt her,â Mark says next, trying to meet Johnnyâs gaze even while substantially shorter.Â
âI wonât,â Johnny promises.Â
âThis is just-â Mark shakes his head. âFuck this, I need to sleep.â
âWe can move the party to my room,â Jaehyun says, already grabbing the bottle of tequila while Hyuck reaches for his bong.
Itâs clear Markâs done talking, and he collapses onto his bed face first like a tantruming toddler. Youâll discuss this with him another day, but you know now is probably not the time to push him to accept that his Big has a whole different side to him that Markâs never seen.Â
As you leave the room with Hyuck, Johnny and Jaehyun, Hyuck elbows you in the side. âI always knew youâd end up with one of us.â
âYeah?â you laugh, gaze shifting to Johnny and Jaehyun who walk a few feet ahead of you.
âOnce an NCT girl, always an NCT girl,â Hyuck nods. âAnd between usâŚâ he leans closer, âJohnny is a good one.â
Your Ghostie looks over his shoulder at you, and you meet his gaze with a smile. âHe is,â you agree. âHey, John?â
âYes, Tiny?â He stops at the door to the stairwell, holding it open and allowing you to catch up.
âI changed my mind, I think I am done with the party tonight.â
âYeah?â Johnny smirks. âGonna come back to my room?â
âIf you invite me.â
âTiny, my room has an open-door policy for you now.â
âIs that so?â you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
âUh huh,â Johnny grins. âAnd free cuddles, anytime you want them.â
âI like the sound of that,â you confess.Â
âJust get married already!â Hyuck shouts back at the two of you as he climbs the stairs with Jaehyun.Â
You and Johnny can only laugh at Hyuck. Your willpower is completely gone, and you allow your Ghostie to take you back to his room.Â
He cuddles you close as the party dies down outside, and you find yourself slipping into the best sleep of your life on Halloween night with your Ghostie by your side.
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đŽ preview. Thereâs no way he should be this fucking sexy. Youâre outside in the cold, parkas on, a Santa hat on his head, a joint between his lips, both your jeans down to your knees, his hand over your mouth to stifle your moans, and heâs about to fuck you against a wall with his massive cock- youâve decided that Johnny as a whole is simply illegal.
cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, exhibitionism in an alley, weed use, slight temperature play, big dick Johnny, quickie, cum kink/filling panties with cum while at work, praise, dirty talk, size kink, hand over mouth silencing, choking, etc⌠I pet names: (hers) Tiny, pretty girl, good girl. (his) Ghostie.
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Youâve been dating Johnny for a month and a half and you still canât get enough of him. Whenever you pop over to the frat, itâs not long before one of you is dragging the other to his room. Thereâs never been sexual chemistry like there is for you and your Ghostie.
Youâd never thought your biggest hurdle in the workplace would be refraining from jumping your bar manager, but here you are, every shift, practically drooling over him. Each brush of his hands across your body as he moves behind you to grab something makes you want to tear his clothes off, and your patience is at an all-time low.Â
With Christmas fast approaching, the bar scene has substantially dwindled, and itâs making you even more needy. When Skeets only has a handful of customers, you fill drink orders while thinking about sucking on Johnnyâs cock.Â
It doesnât help that heâs started wearing a Santa hat- why does it make him even sexier?
As Johnny smiles and makes casual conversation with a pair of girls sitting at the bar, you do your best to calm yourself. At the end of the night, youâll be the one in Johnnyâs bed, you just have to get to closing.
You notice in the periphery of your vision that the girls are finishing up with their drinks. Johnny excuses himself to grab the card reader, and as he slips past your ass, you feel his hard cock in his jeans. Itâs difficult to stifle a moan, and you do so by biting on your lip.Â
He loves teasing you, especially while youâre at work, and it drives you absolutely mental.
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