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Russell: To deepen the bond we have with our customers *cough cough* and to get our sales up *cough cough* we created this blog for you all to get in touch with us. Today, Iâm going to introduce the rest of the staff here so you know who to address your questions to. Starting with-
Vinnie: ME ME ME!!!!
Russell: Yes, Vinnie, You.
Russell: What you do.
Vinnie: Ohhh! I like to dance :)Â
Russell: No, what is your job?
Vinnie: Man, you shouldâve just said that! My job is⌠well I lift heavy things sometimes? Like dog food and kitty litter. That kinda thing. Mostly just chill, though. That good?
Russell: You know what? Yes. Thatâs perfect, Vinnie
Vinnie: Sweet.
Russell: Minka, sorry to cut you short but can we have your name and job please?
Minka: I was just getting to that part! Anyways, my nameâs Minka Mark, and Iâm the cashier here, you hear?
Russell: Loud and clear, Minka.
Russell: They arenât lines, just say it how you normally would!
Vinnie: Yeah, you just gotta say it Zoe-ey!
Zoe: Zoe-ey? Oh, thatâs it!
Zoe: *singing* Yeahh Yeaaahhh~ The nameâs Zoe~ And now you know-y~
Zoe: *back to talking* Oh, yeah. Iâm in charge of grooming the pets.
Russell: Ohhh-kay. Letâs move on.
Pepper: Serious as I can be. Number 1: what has four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs at night?
Russell: A man.
Pepper: Correctomundo, but are you ready for riddle number 2? What gets wetter the more it dries?
Russell: A towel. Are you just reading off a list of the top ten most basic riddles or what?
Pepper: Iâll answer that but youâll have to answer three more riddles. Last one: the man who invented it doe-
Minka: HER NAME IS PEPPER CLARK AND SHE TAKES CARE OF THE DAYCARE PETS!!!
Pepper: Dangit.
Russell: Thank you, Minka.
Russell: Probably like 10 people at most.
Vinnie: But, hey! You never know if the algorithm could pick it up! You could be talking to millions of people right now!
Sunil: Millions?! Eek!
Russell: *sigh* Thatâs Sunil. Talk to him if you ever need help finding anything. I promise heâs more helpful than he looks right now.
Russell: ⌠thatâs it?
Penny: Was there supposed to be more?
Russell: No, this is just the smoothest interview Iâve had all day. Iâm kinda shocked.
Penny: Well, Iâm glad I did good.
Russell: Yep.
Both: âŚ
Blythe: Ruff ruff!
Russell: Oh, yeah, thatâs right! Donât forget to check out Blythe-Style pet clothes which you can find on the racks in the front of the store (which are made by a different Blythe and not this Blythe. A human Blythe. Obviously because why would a dog make clothes!! Thatâs absurd!!! Almost as crazy as a group of people who can understand ANIMALS hahahaha!!!)
Russell: Those questions arenât- Whatever. Ask us anything, I guess.
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<<Wrote a little something for my best friend @toomuchheart-cas who was having a hard time with 911 8Ă6. It's my first piece of any fan writing, so be kind đđ. >>
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"Tommy broke up with me"
At the bottom of the last sip of the beer that Buck took like five minutes to finish, he finally starts to speak.Â
Eddie's internal monologue was halfway between surprised and confused, sparing a minute to decide how to react in words.Â
"By the look on your face, this one seems more permanent" He said, remembering the last time Buck told him that Tommy ditched him. He somehow can't remember much of the details of this relationship past that night.Â
"Yeah, yeah. It probably is."Â
Buck's never looked so despondent after a failed relationship before. It nearly feels like physical pain.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"No."
"Okay."
Eddie sipped his remaining beer, realising it's been a long time he had this one. It's a brand Buck loves and he used to stock it up on his grocery runs every once in a while. His fridge only has bare minimums now, with a six month old ice cream in the freezer he can't throw away. The hot priest really clocked him alright.
Buck hands him another bottle, putting him out of his trans.Â
"You wanna play video games?" The question brings back a memory threatening to tear him up, but he can take it if it means sailing buck through a bad day. When he looks at Buck though, he seems to be reminiscing the same thing.Â
"Yeah, sure. Please."
It's half past twelve when Buck starts to yawn, and Eddie takes the remote controls away despite his reluctance, whining like a child followed by some A+ puppy dog eyes. He's not sure if he picked it up from Chris, or vice versa.Â
"You know that doesn't work for Chris, and it's not gonna work for you either. You need to sleep, Buck. Your eyes are swollen enough as it is."
"Okayyy, fiiiine. I'll leave in a minute."
Eddie doesn't want him to go. He realises in the minute when Buck gets up to leave towards the door that he's missed Buck. With his head a little lighter of the guilt of hurting his child, he's able to see the retreating figure of buck more clearly. God, it has been six months and he can't remember the last he spent so much time with Buck. He was so consumed with the Christopher shaped hole in his heart, he could barely notice anything else.Â
"Buck, wait, you can stay over tonight. You're drunk, and it's late, and, well I would prefer not having to rush to your rescue at 2 in the night." He knows he's rambling, knows that Buck isn't really drunk enough given he could manage to play a game.Â
But Buck does not make any comments. Maybe he needs this as well.Â
He walks back to the bedroom to collect the 'buck' pillows from the closet (Christopher named them, specifically demanded to buy those after the shooting as he told Eddie how uncomfortably Buck used to sleep on the couch in those days.)Â
Eddie stops him in the way, takes the pillows from his hands and keeps them back on his bed. He's almost on auto pilot doing this, with no idea what to say.Â
"Eddie, it's fine. I can sleep on the couch. It's basically my fortress of solitude. Pretty sure it has a curve shaped by my butt."
"Not for six months, it has not."
Eddie does not know where that came from. Suddenly, the air is too thick, almost hard to breathe in. Buck looks back at him with a pain in his eyes that almost remind him of the Tsunami.Â
"I'm sorry. This is not the time. We will talk about it later. After the breakup has left your system."Â
"I'm sorry, Eddie. I-"
"I know. We will talk. Later. You can sleep in my bed today, before Christopher wakes up with his spidey senses in Texas asking me why I made his buck sleep on the shitty couch"
Buck smiles despite himself.Â
Eddie goes to refresh, changing into pajamas at last. Buck will use the gold material that is Eddie in undies later to its full potential. He gives Buck his own pair of nightwear, which he realises he left there long back. They both get into bed at last. Buck notices two photos on the bedstand.
One with Shannon Eddie and Christopher at the beach.Â
One with him, Eddie and Chris in front of a Christmas tree.Â
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It's 3 AM at night, and Buck isn't asleep. His brain is at a high drive, piling up with every small shit it can think of. And on the top of the pile is a newfounded guilt of abandoning Eddie and Christopher. And what for?Â
Eddie isn't asleep either. Truth be told, he barely sleeps these days, but it's not the usual -missinghisbeautifulchild- hours yet. Tonight he's plagued by different thoughts, trying to decide if he should acknowledge the almost evident radiative thinking of Buck just besides him. And then he hears a few muffled cries.Â
That gets him into motion.Â
He taps on bucks shoulder, the same shoulder he's held so many times over all the years they've known each other.Â
"Buck, hey," He tries to turn him to face towards himself.
"Ahh, sorry did I wake you up? I'm fine, I'm fine. Just not able to sleep." Buck says without turning.
"You don't have to pretend with me, Buck." There's an echo from three years back in Eddie's voice, one that seems to reach through to Buck. He's shaking a little now with his sobs, but still would not turn back.Â
Eddie decides to take matters into his own hands. He used to be a problem solver long back, almost another lifetime. There's not a lot of things he can fix anymore. But he knows how much it matters to be there for the people you love. The tiny patch of odd colour on his bedroom wall would tell you more.Â
He crosses the distance, and holds Buck from behind. His chin is a solid weight on Buck's shoulder. There's an almost tortuous moment of silence filled with only breathing sounds.Â
"You can cry. It's okay. I know everything else is not. But it will be. And even if it isn't okay right now, I am here. I will always be here. We are your home Buck, we will always be."Â
Eddie's voice is humming slowly through Buck's skin. He turns over and suddenly Eddie is being engulfed in six feet of the giant called Buck, who starts to weep in his arms.Â
Eddie strokes his hair slowly, murmuring sweet nothings. There are tear tracks drying on his own face he fails to notice. He's so pissed at Tommy. He doesn't even care what happened. He will take care of that tomorrow. But right now, he needs to comfort Buck.
With his heartbroken best friend in his arms, Eddie has a peaceful sleep for the first time in months, or even years. He can't really tell.Â
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Buck wakes up with his feet tangled between Eddie's, Eddie's arm on his waist and their faces far too close than he can remember. He's vaguely aware that he should be panicking, should be embarrassed about something. But he's not. Buck stares at his best friend's face, notices it closely after a long time. He's disoriented from the lack of the moustache but starts to notice the dark circles, the almost evident lack of care and so, so much fatigue on his face. But still beautiful. Still Eddie. A word that should surprise Buck, but it doesn't.Â
He feels well rested, he feels at home. He's known this has been his home for a long time now. But something feels different.
He does not feel empty like he was almost twelve hours ago. He's aware that he hadn't fallen in love with Tommy yet, but it was hurting so bad just now. It doesn't hurt anymore. All the abandonment issues that came crashing down on him suddenly take a back seat. He looks at this man, who's carved out a chunk of his space, his life, his home just for Buck. He dare say his heart too, in the form of a will four years back. Buck doesn't think too hard on the why of it, couldn't even begin to wrap his head around that. He's never been brave enough.Â
But today, with the warmth of Eddie all over him, Buck knows why it does not hurt. Someone settled into this space in his life, his heart as well, long before Tommy came. Someone has been loving him long before he even realised he could be loved.Â
Eddie's had his back for seven years. Buck realises now, he also holds his heart.Â
#911#buddie#8Ă06#drabble or whatever idk the terms of tumblr fics#I hundred percent believe one cuddlefull night will make them idiots realise everything in a glash please#bucktommy breakup#crying in getting baited for buddie once again hahahahaha (please help me)
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so in juniper's campaign we've just found ourselves in a high-stakes situation that I as a player do frankly find stressful and am anxious about, but hey hi also the DM was like 'okay here are the exact mechanics of how this is going to work because I don't want to surprise you with serious repercussions, also here are all the options you will have to try to do something about the situation-- [affected player] what do you think? honest feedback, I don't want it to feel unfair, I want to be clear that I am not just trying to kill your character, and if it ends up being badly balanced we can revisit it down the road' and oh my god I could COLLAPSE and WEEP with gratitude
#[tears in my fucking eyes] WHAT IF DND WAS GOOD!! WHAT IF A DM THAT'S GOOD!!!#LIKE I've said actually MOST of my DMs are good but because of the way this situation was presented specifically#where-- as NOT the affected player-- it does feel like the way it came up was a little unfair and I AM worried about the stakes--#I REALLY SPENT SO MUCH OF THAT ABOVE-TABLE TALK GOING OH WOW I FEEL LIKE OUR FRIEND ACTUALLY LOVES US AND WANTS THIS TO BE FUN!!#I DON'T KNOW THAT I AGREE WITH WHAT HE'S DOING HERE BUT I TRUST MY FRIEND AND IT'S SAFE FOR US TO TALK ABOUT THINGS LIKE THIS PLAYER TO DM!!#WOWIE THAT FEELS RELEVANT TO MY DND EXPERIENCE RIGHT NOW LMAO!!!#'I've looked at your stats and inventories to try to make this serious but balanced but if it doesn't work we can retool it'#'I want to be extremely clear that this situation could kill destal so I want to be extremely sure that you're comfortable with that--#-- and with how the mechanics are designed around it'#I am fucking. on my KNEES WEEPING. at the contrast with how punishing and DEEPLY unfun felix campaign has relentlessly been the whole time#and how little of a fuck it feels like THAT DM gives when he's like 'this random rolltable encounter was deadly :)'#'you guys didn't get hit last time and got all your spells back right?' uhhh wrong and wrong and we TALKED about that last time#are you gonna revisit the balance on your fifth in a row 'if you fail you'll TPK' scenario? no? yeah I figured lol#christ knows HE'S never invited feedback on his DMing. you KNOW I don't feel safe to say 'hey this doesn't feel fair or fun' with him#AND LIKE!! WITH A DM I TRUST I FEEL SAFE ENOUGH TO REALLY PLAY WITH SOMETHING TERRIBLE HAPPENING!! YAY YIPPEE STAKES AND PATHOS!!!#I don't just want nothing bad to happen ever! but I don't want it to feel careless or heartless or just... Not Fun#anyway. grasping william's hands so tightly. my beloved friend. my wonderful friend. what a relief to have a DM that's good#after the shit we've been through in our now most-frequently-run campaign#the thing I'm mad about is that destal has been making a mystery saving throw every night-- but this was imperceptible to the characters#so we weren't acting on it#and now that he's failed it three times the situation is 'okay NOW you will be maming a con save every night and accumulating exhaustion'#'which can't be removed by sleeping' [six levels of exhaustion Kill You]#so like!! well okay I wish we had had ANY way of knowing how urgent this was before we got to 'now there's a deadly countdown' BUT OKAY#but like I said. he clearly put a lot of thought into the math for the mechanics#he made sure that we DO actually have ANYTHING we can do to mitigate the condition and outlined several options specifically and clearly#he checked in with justin about whether that seemed fair and opened it for future retooling if necessary#so I'm just at 'that was kind of a rugpull dude :/' instead of DESPAIRING lmao#this is a level of Oh Shit that's juicy! this is a level of Oh Shit that might force dramatic character choices out of desperation!#THIS IS AN OH SHIT WHERE WE STILL GET TO PLAY DND ABOUT IT AND HAVE ANY AGENCY WHATSOEVER. WHAT A CONCEPT.#ANYWAY!!! GOOD DND SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!
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#my son is almost 5 and is at a stage where he asks constant questions#about everything all of the time#and itâs fine I do my best to answer what I can and we look up what I canât and itâs fine#but he has also been asking a lot about his extended family#people he only sees sometimes as well as people he knows have passed away#right now Iâm listening to him quiz his dad on every single family member he has and asking âdid they die? are they dead?ââ afterwards#he just heard a name he recognized and said âoh yeah they DIEDââ super loud and confidently#Iâm honestly surprised he didnât follow it up with âdo you miss her? because she died? how did she die? are you super sad?â#like he does with me every time we have this talk which is every night now#heâll also ask about things that person liked and what they liked to do and stuff and itâs very sweet#he just also makes me cry a lot#i appreciate him wanting to know more about his family and stuff#itâs just hard sometimes because he will ask a really big question out of the blue and as Iâm trying to figure out how to answer#heâll either move onto a different topic or keep asking the question again and again until you can answer#we talk about dying A LOT#heâs very curious about it#I knew this stage was coming so Iâve done my best to prepare for it but I still feel dumb a lot when I canât answer things
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I JUST FINISHED REREADING LEGENDBORN AND STARTED BLOODMARKED LAST NIGHT AND COME ON HERE AND YOU'RE ALSO READING IT đ¨đ¨ WE SYNCED
CLOWN TO CLOWN COMMUNICATION. OUR UNBREAKABLE BOND
#come talk to me when you finish bloodmarked I reread legendborn last night and got to the gala bit#that I'd completely forgotten about where bree says something about how her nick and sel are all bonded to each other#and like. combined that with bloodmarked as a whole but especially chapters 51 and 58#I am absolutely fucking certain I'll die on the polyamory hill like THEY ARE ALL FUCKING BONDED ALL 3 OF THEM IT'S CONSTANTLY REITIRATED#NO WAY SHE PICKS JUST ONE IT WOULDN'T BE RIGHT#WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE POLY CODING. WHAT THE HELL.#every time I'm in the bathroom I start looking into the nearest mirror and start talking to myself crazily#about how actually fucking insane it is like I'm losing my mind tracy deonn what are you on can I take a hit#so yeah keep me posted on your reading progress lol#speaking of rereading legendborn though I'd forgotten just how mean nick and sel are to each other in the first book#and it was like. actually crazy to see that continue pretty much right up until the end bc they don't really get a chance for reconciliatio#and then to compare that with having also just recently finished bloodmarked#which is literally like. a complete fucking 180#idk if nick's month being kidnapped by his dad just gave him a lot of time to reflect or something#but he never has a genuinely bad thing to say about sel. like right from the start and his first appearances in bloodmarked#similarly for sel lmao#contrasted with the. everything in legendborn. like it's actually fucking crazy#what spending a month away from your magically bonded bro does to a mf#anyway. in regards to us always reading the same shit have you been keeping up with chloe gong's books?#bc I read foul lady fortune and last violent call earlier this week as well#ask#lyoshaland#hi lyosha!
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Well, he was talking to me again. Now he's gone. Approaching three days now with no word. Legitimately don't understand. How can you be telling someone how much you want them and then not say shit for several days? This is what happened last time he stopped talking to me, too. It's as if he has to go do a hard reset for a week any time he shows vulnerability. I get that so many men are taught that emotions = weakness, but this is wack. Pack that toxic masculinity bullshit up and fucking kiss me already I swear to god.
#leon bitches#like this man knows I'm trans and shit. he doesn't care. but maybe he does on some level and that's why?#i just don't know#all i know is he's fairly conservative so it's weird that he has any interest in me whatsoever#like. i have blue hair - and pronouns! I'm covered in piercings and tattoos. I'm queer as queer can get. yet somehow we like each other?#despite being total opposites?#i think it's a thing of shared trauma and using humor to cope because despite the differences we're basically the same guy#it's bizarre#i don't even care if he doesn't want a romantic relationship with me. i just want him in my life somehow.#i have no problem being friendzoned or whatever. just don't tell me how much you want me and then ghost for a week. the fuck?#the happiest I've been in my adult life is when i was just chilling with him at work#guy knows how to cheer me up in just a few minutes. helps too that he's incredibly attractive and hilarious#and leaving that job felt like a mistake simply for the fact that I'd no longer see him daily#that was what kept me there for years. but the gm was a bitch and i eventually couldn't take it anymore#and i left. and it was 6 months of hell. i drive by that old job somewhat frequently and I'd cry every time#and then my friends insisted we go there one night. and we did. and i got his number. and i thought things were looking up.#and then he said he'd liked me for the better part of two years and i said I'd liked him for about 2.5 years.#i told him he's the only person I've met who I'd willingly sleep with. which isn't a lie. i don't get it but he's different.#and i thought things were looking hopeful. and then he didn't talk to me for a week.#comes back saying i deserve better than him. i say i disagree. shit starts up again.#and now he's gone once more and i feel... nothing. somehow. just empty.#i can't even cry. I'm not sad. i am completely void of everything but the depression and anxiety i can never shake.#he's been everything to me for years now. he's never acted like this. so i just do not get it.#but I'm not giving up on this. i can't. he means too much to me. he's been my inspiration for art and shit too#i think this is the closest I've ever been to being in love with someone truly. I'm not leaving just because he's wanting to be an ass#even though dipping out seems optimal. seems like the logical thing to do.#i had some random woman at a gas station trying to get me to go home with her the other day and i gotta say it was tempting#just so i could feel like i have some control over events happening in my life#but i didn't because what if she was really cool and i didn't want to hurt her by randomly leaving when guy starts talking again?#anyway. been sitting on my kitchen floor writing this for too long now. ass is cramped. im just big sad and don't know what to do
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I am baking cake at midnight and it is going to kill me <3
#itâs just gone in the oven which means at least 25 minutes and probably more like 45 bc I made a Lot#am also kiiiinda winging the recipe so my expectations are on the floor#this is. for a bake sale. pray for me#Iâm gonna make the icing tonight and leave it in the fridge overnight I think for tomorrow morning#this has gone wrong at every available opportunity it was 100% not worth it#however! given the prices my friend wants to sell this at i May have turned this into like over ÂŁ100 which isnât bad#TWO CAKES. WHY AM I MAKING TWO CAKES#Iâm procrastinating washing up the stuff I used to make the batter (hell) bc itssosososo messy and I just wanna shout abt stuff#primarily that I am once again so upset that I only get one more week of ice hockey before summer#there are two parts to this feeling: 1. I love ice hockey Iâve been having such a good time this past week while Iâve not had to stress#abt anything else. 2. gay. gay gay homosexual gay#like okay Iâve been worried abt whether this is an actual crush or I just convinced myself I like him bc pretty+queer#(because of course I can worry abt that). BUT yeah sorry no can confirm I like this dumb fuck this is so unfair#we talked a BUNCH last night and heâs just really cool.#ohhhh fuck I donât think the oven was properly preheated bc I opened it for a while to fit the two tins in. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ#anyway!! heâs really fun to talk to someone help like if he does turn out to be single I could in THEORY text him over summer. maybe.#his birthday will be coming up and my friend suggested that. Iâm being insane but oh my god this is torture#I ALSO watched the newest dr who episode today and that did NOT HELP. one of the first things in a while that have given me like#this same specific feeling when I get into gay romantic media. the âreading gay shit on wattpad at age 14 feelingâ if you will#where thereâs like this weight in the pit of my stomach. itâs NICE that doesnât sound good but it is#is this what straight people get with romance all the time. I know I just donât watch/read much anymore but also#thereâs straight romance in literally everything so.#but yeah basically I need another month of fuck around time minimum when everyoneâs in this city so I can get my shit together#ALSO. I ONLY HAVE A YEAR LEFT HERE. THATS TERRIFYING. a year is a long time but itâs also not this one disappeared and this is like.#WAY too early to even consider that but heâs gonna be here probably for a year after I leave and that could suck if anything does happen.#I guess in theory Iâm taking a year before phd probably so I could work here. idk man anyway that one is actually insane of me Iâm just gay#boy đ. they shouldnât be allowed to do this#on Wednesday heâll be done with exams and so will my other friend who knows him well. so I will be able to 1. subtly see w her if girlfriend#2. potentially. MAYBE ask what she thinks Iâm just trying to decide whether thatâs too much to put on her. I think Iâm being insane there#luke.txt
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it turns out it only takes 4 weeks of sending someone a pun every single night before they inquire about your mental health
#melon rambles#an irl friend of mine is having a rough time especially at work so I (not knowing how to comfort people) was like 'would a daily pun help?'#and he was like '...if you have them sure?'#so I've been sending him a pun almost every night (missed a few nights but shhh) and he loves them or at least says he does#but tonight I hit him with a double whammy (he replied to my pun and I replied to his reply with another pun) and then he was like#'are you doing okay?'#and then I was like oh crap he's onto me#he's incredibly observant whenever we talked face to face I don't know why I thought that didn't apply to text#maybe he just sensed that it had been too long since I'd panic texted him at midnight about my life falling apart and that I was trying to#deal with things on my own rather than ask for help#which would have been a fair assumption seeing as that's more or less what I did#anyways I feel like I need some kind of emotional vulnerability badge or gold star or something for like fully explaining what's been#bothering me#Fifteen year old me could never. I'm doing so good. My therapist is going to be proud.
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How JJK Men React to Seeing You in Their Clothes
Pairings: Gojo x fem!reader; Megumi x fem!reader; Yuta x fem!reader; Nanami x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,5k
Warnings: fluff over fluff, I'm pretty sure I already wrote something like this but I can't find it anymore lol, all scenarios talk about the clothes of the said jjk men being big on you so please don't read if this isn't what you vibe with (but feel free to let me know if you want a version in which their clothes actually fit reader quite well!)
Gojo Satoru
The apartment is unusually quiet as you move through the living room, your bare feet padding lightly across the cool floor. Gojo had left early this morning to deal with some âbusiness,â leaving you alone with nothing but a mess of his belongings scattered around. Youâre not one to complain though - cleaning up after him has become second nature after spending so much time together.
As you tidy up his place, you come across one of his oversized hoodies. Itâs sprawled across the back of a chair, still slightly wrinkled from when he wore it the night before. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the fabric, and for reasons you canât quite explain, you find yourself reaching for it.
Itâs soft, much softer than you expected. You hold it for a moment, staring at it thoughtfully before a mischievous grin tugs at your lips. You slip the hoodie over your head, the fabric swallowing you whole. The sleeves are comically long, almost covering your hands completely, and the hemline reaches down to your thighs. Itâs so big that it feels like youâre wearing a blanket, and despite yourself, you giggle at the sight of your reflection in the hallway mirror.
You sit down on the couch, pulling your legs up under the hoodie, and let yourself relax into the comfort of wearing something that smells like him. His signature cologne that follows him around wherever he goes, that makes your heart skip a beat every time you smell it. To be honest, you really miss him. These past weeks were so busy that you didnât really get the chance to see him more than 2 hours before passing out sleeping. What youâd do for a whole afternoon, just you and himâŚ
Not long after, you hear the oh so accustomed sound of the door unlocking, followed by the familiar voice of Satoru calling out, âIâm home!â
You stiffen for a moment, wondering how heâll react, but you canât hide now. Fuck, you never wore his clothes before. After all, they belong to him and you have no right to grab his stuff as you please.
Before you can say anything to defend yourself, Gojo steps into the living room, his bright blue eyes immediately locking onto you.
Thereâs a beat of silence. Then, a slow, amused grin spreads across his face.
âWell, well, what do we have here?â he teases, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
His sunglasses are perched on his head, revealing his crystalline eyes that seem to glow with delight.
âDid you raid my closet while I was gone?â
You roll your eyes, trying to play it cool despite the sudden warmth creeping up your neck.
âYour place was cold. Figured Iâd borrow something.â
Gojo doesnât respond right away. Instead, he walks over to you, crouching in front of the couch as he eyes you up and down. His grin widens as he takes in the way the hoodie completely engulfs you, making you look even smaller than usual.
âLooks good on you,â he murmurs, his voice lower now, laced with something playful but undeniably affectionate.
He reaches out, tugging on one of the oversized sleeves gently.
âIn fact, I think it suits you better than it does me.â
You scoff, though your heart skips a beat at the way heâs looking at you, like youâre the most fascinating thing in the world.
âYou think everything looks good on me.â
âThatâs because it does.â
His grin is infuriatingly confident, but thereâs a softness in his gaze that makes your breath catch.
âBut you, wearing my clothes? I think that might be my favorite look.â
He leans closer, his nose brushing against your temple before pressing a soft kiss there.
âYou can keep it if you want,â he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.
âI donât think Iâm getting it back anyway.â
Megumi Fushiguro
Itâs early morning, the sun just beginning to rise over the horizon, casting a soft glow over Megumiâs small apartment. Heâs still asleep, his dark hair a mess of unruly strands as he breathes softly beside you. Youâve been staying with him for the weekend, a rare break from the chaos of jujutsu sorcery.
As you quietly slip out of bed, careful not to wake him, you feel the cool air hit your skin. Without thinking, you look around the room for something to cover yourself with. Your eyes land on one of Megumiâs plain black shirts, tossed haphazardly over the back of a chair. Itâs oversized, much bigger than anything youâd typically wear, but you shrug and grab it anyway.
Slipping it over your head, the fabric is soft and familiar, carrying the faint scent of him. It hangs loosely on your frame, the sleeves too long and the hem falling halfway down your thighs. You glance at yourself in the mirror, a small smile tugging at your lips. Thereâs something comforting about wearing his clothes, like having a part of him with you even when heâs asleep.
As you turn back toward the bed, you freeze. Megumiâs awake. His dark eyes are half-lidded, still clouded with sleep as he watches you from the bed. You canât quite read his expression -itâs a mixture of surprise, confusion, and something else you canât place.
âYouâre up early,â he mutters, his voice still thick with sleep.
You shrug, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.
âCouldnât sleep. I didnât think youâd mind if I borrowed your shirt.â
Megumi blinks, his gaze drifting over you slowly. He doesnât say anything right away, but you can see the way his eyes linger on the way the shirt swallows you, how it looks like youâre drowning in fabric. After a long moment, he finally speaks, his voice quieter than before.
âIt looks good on you,â he finally speaks out, a little awkwardly, as if heâs not quite sure how to compliment you.
âBetter than it does on me.â
You canât help but laugh at how flustered he seems, even though heâs trying to play it cool.
âReally? I think itâs a little big.â
Megumi shakes his head, sitting up in bed and running a hand through his messy hair.
âNo. Itâs perfect.â
He pauses for a moment before adding, almost shyly,
âYou should wear my stuff more often.â
His words catch you off guard, and you raise an eyebrow at him, surprised. Even though you know all too well that Megumi Fushiguro has a soft spot for you, you never really thought about stealing or borrowing his stuff. After all, he is the guy who slaps the back of Yujiâs head each and every day over stealing his sandwich or equipment. And nowâŚheâs telling you straightforward that he wants you to wear his shirts?
âYou want me to?â
He looks away, his usual stoic mask slipping just a bit as a faint blush creeps up his cheeks.
âI mean... yeah. It suits you.â
Your heart skips a beat at his admission. Megumi isnât one for big, flowery declarations, but this, this small, almost hesitant compliment, is enough to make your chest warm. You walk over to him, climbing back into bed and curling up beside him like you always do after waking up.
âWell, if you insist,â you mutter teasingly, leaning your head on his shoulder.
âI might just steal more of your clothes.â
Megumi huffs, but thereâs a softness in his eyes as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.
âGo ahead,â he mumbles, tugging at the hem of his loose shirt.
âI donât mind.â
Yuta Okkotsu
Youâve been staying at Yutaâs apartment for the past few days, crashing at his place while youâre both on a break from missions. Itâs been nice: quiet, peaceful, just the two of you enjoying each otherâs company without the usual chaos of jujutsu high looming over you.
Itâs late in the evening now, and youâve just gotten out of the shower, feeling refreshed after a long day. As you towel off your hair, you realize you forgot to grab something to wear. Your suitcase is still in the living room, and you donât really feel like walking out there in just a towel.
Your groan in frustration over your usual absent-mindlessness, eyes landing on one of Yutaâs old sweatshirts, folded neatly on the chair by his desk. Itâs a little worn, clearly well-loved, and the idea of wearing something of his brings a smile to your face. Yuta definitely wouldnât mind you wearing one of his shirts, right? And even if he didâŚyouâd love to see that little blush creep up his face.
Without thinking twice, you pull the sweatshirt over your head. Itâs oversized, the sleeves long enough to cover your hands, and the fabric is soft and cozy against your skin.
Youâre adjusting the sleeves when the door creaks open slightly. You look up just as Yuta steps into the room, his eyes widening in surprise when he sees you.
âOh, hey-â he starts, but then he freezes, his gaze locking onto the sweatshirt youâre wearing.
His face flushes almost instantly, a deep red creeping up his cheeks as he stares at you.
âUh⌠is thatâŚ?â, Yuta stammers, clearly flustered.
You glance down at the sweatshirt and smile sheepishly.
âYeah, I hope you donât mind. I forgot to grab my clothes, and this looked comfortable.â
Yuta blinks, his face still bright red, but he quickly shakes his head.
âNo! I mean, I donât mind at all! Itâs just⌠you look⌠umâŚâ
He trails off, his eyes flicking away as if heâs too embarrassed to finish the sentence.
You giggle softly, stepping closer to him, to tease the hell out of him even more. That poor innocent boy who doesnât even dare looking your direction when you stumble in the bathroom in the morning with noting but a shirt and panties on.
Even though youâve been together for over a year by now.
âI look⌠what?â
Yuta clears his throat, still avoiding your gaze.
âYou look⌠really cute,â he mutters, barely audible.
âIn my sweatshirt, I mean.â
Your heart swells at his words, and you canât help but smile as you reach out and take his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
âThanks, Yuta.â
He finally meets your gaze, his face still red but his expression softening as he squeezes your hand back.
âYou can wear my clothes anytime you want,â he says quietly, a shy smile tugging at his lips.
You grin, stepping closer and wrapping your arms around his waist.
âI might just take you up on that.â
Yuta chuckles, his arms wrapping around you in return as he pulls you close.
 âI wouldnât mind,â he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.
âNot at all.â
Nanami Kento
Itâs late, and Nanami is still out on a mission. Youâve been waiting for him to come home, but the clock is ticking past midnight, and exhaustion is beginning to catch up with you. After all, youâve had a long and exhausting day at work yourself.
Youâre curled up on the couch, half-asleep, when the chill of the evening air prompts you to grab something warmer to wear.
Your own clothes are in the bedroom, and you donât feel like moving that far. Instead, your eyes land on one of Nanamiâs neatly folded dress shirts, sitting on the back of a chair. Itâs probably not the warmest option, but the idea of wearing something of his feels comforting, like having a part of him with you while you wait for him to return.
You slip the shirt on, the crisp fabric soft against your skin. Itâs too big, of course, the sleeves hanging past your wrists and the hem falling almost to your knees, but itâs cozy in its own way. You curl up on the couch again, pulling the sleeves over your hands and breathing in the faint scent of him that still lingers on the fabric.
You donât realize youâve dozed off until the sound of the front door opening stirs you awake. You sit up groggily, blinking as Nanami steps inside, looking tired but unharmed. He pauses when he sees you, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the sight of you wearing his shirt.
For a moment, neither of you say anything. Then, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of Nanamiâs lips.
âYouâre wearing my shirt,â he observes, his voice calm but with a hint of amusement.
You rub your eyes sleepily, nodding.
âIt was cold, and I didnât feel like getting up.â
Nanami walks over to you, his expression soft as he takes in the sight of you.
 âIt suits you,â he murmurs, his voice low and warm.
âI didnât expect to come home to this.â
You shrug, feeling a little self-conscious under his gaze.
âIf you donât like it, I can-â
âI like it,â he cuts in, his tone firm but gentle.
He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before his hand lingers at your cheek.
âI like it very much.â
You smile, leaning into his touch as you look up at him.
âI might have to borrow your clothes more often, then.â
Nanami chuckles softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek before he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
âYouâre welcome to them,â he breathes out.
âThough I have to admit, you make my clothes look much better than I do.â
You laugh softly, your heart warming at his rare display of affection.
âI doubt that.â
Nanami shakes his head, his eyes soft and filled with affection as he looks at you.
âItâs true. But regardless, youâre welcome to them anytimeâ he insists.
With that, he sits down beside you on the couch, pulling you into his side as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You snuggle into him, the warmth of his body and the comfort of his shirt making you feel safe and content.
âThank you, Kento,â you whisper, closing your eyes as exhaustion starts to pull you back into sleep.
Nanami presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his voice low and soothing as he murmurs,
âAnytime, love.â
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before we shatter â jjk [one]
genre : established relationship, idol!jungkook
word count : 6k
summary : dating an idol is fun, they said. having a family with one is fun, they said. Until you're falling face forward because of your reality. A reality where Jungkook dreams of a future and a reality where your own future is collapsed.
chapter warnings : nsfw, strong language, mature content, fluff, so much angst, smut, talks of infertility, clit sucking, fingering, Jungkook worships her, dirty talk, doggy style, reader is in so much pain i love her sm, fall vibes <33, gift giving as a love language, pussy slapping with his d, big dick energy, jungkook is desperate. that's about it please mention if i missed anything.
read part two here
a/n : based on this ask so thank you anon for coming forward and giving me a chance to write this. i also wanna mention that im no doctor so please forgive me if i didn't do the topic of infertility justice. the second part gives more clarity in their case so please be kind to wait. enjoy and im v v grateful for you. you're so loved.
When you were a child, barely five, an orange butterfly came flying outside your front door. Your mom told you about it since she saw it first causing your entire face to instantly light up like the fourth of july.
An inexplicable joy filled your whole body making your day ten times better, not that you were having a bad one. A five year old canât have a bad day whatsoever.
After you were done chasing it around, secretly hoping that it would land on your nose just the way they show on television, you had to let it go and head back inside.Â
Oddly enough the next morning you saw it again, this time it was not flapping its wings like it had last night, instead it was sitting on the window beside the door. Quiet and still.Â
You, ever so curious, had to ask your mom about it. âIt might find comfort there,â she said.Â
Up until you met your boyfriend you had spent the majority of your time wondering where your comfort place is, what is that one place where you can just be yourself and not pretend to be some stoic woman. A place which lets you cry whenever you want but also replaces those tears with wide smiles and loud giggles.Â
Turns out, itâs your boyfriendâs arms.Â
Itâs true. Jungkook with his kind, sparkly bambi eyes and bunny smile stole your damn heart a few years ago and is not willing to give it back. Although you canât complain, in a world where people canât seem to find the one for themselves, the angels up there granted you a guy every inch a gentleman. Safe to say itâs not one like one of those titular relationships you've come across.Â
Heâs your solace, a roof where you can safely just about exist.Â
He heals you.
Dating an Idol comes with several perks, the biggest one of those being dealing with the huge amount of selective criticism. You feel hurt, of course, but when youâre with Jungkook, they are nothing but words behind a pixel. A pain that only lasts momentarily.Â
This pain though, is not as mundane. This one is making your stomach twist in apprehension. Youâve lost the count of how many deep breaths youâve taken.
âIâm afraid this is a case of infertility miss _____â the doctor says, earning your attention.
Youâre not able to form a word, however that does nothing to stop your subconscious mind from screaming, I knew it.
Being stupid enough to think you were well prepared to hear her say this, you mustered up the courage to enter the four walled white space which, at that time, didnât feel as narrow as it does now. Itâs almost as if itâs closing up on you.
Only after you sat before the woman in white coat and bad news, did you realize how gut wrenching this actually feels.
You face her with a weak smile, one that doesnât actually reach your eyes, âAre- are you sure youâre not mistaken?âÂ
Dr. Ana leans forward, resting her forearms on the table. The move itself tells you more than you need to. âMiss _____, I know itâll be hard for you to come to terms with this but I suggest you try. I would also like to tell you, and I hope Iâm not overstepping, but you can always go with adoption. The options are endless.âÂ
Your throat feels awfully dry and you gulp. âThank you uh, can I ask you for a favor?âÂ
âAnythingâ
âIf you happen to cross paths with Jungkook, please donât mention anything about this to him.âÂ
Dr. Ana flashes you a kind smile, âOf course not ____. Itâs your personal matter. I wouldnât dare.âÂ
âThanks a lot.âÂ
With one last nod you excuse yourself from her office. Your phone buzzes inside your pocket and you take it out, seeing Jungkookâs number stare up at you.Â
âHeyâÂ
âHey, my love. Are you busy?â His voice nearly brings tears to your eyes. It also brings up a question. Will he act the same towards you after you tell him where you are and what you just heard? Will his voice be filled with the same amount of excitement and affection for you?Â
âNo, honey. Iâm actually at my sisterâs place. She was craving some alone time with her husband and asked me to babysit Cocoâ
You can visualise him awing already. Jungkook has grown attached to your sisterâs daughter a little too much. His bond with Coco is just so bright it makes you wonder if they happened to be an actual father and daughter duo in the past life. Theyâre both full of beans and itâs a delight to see them both together.Â
He chimes, âAh my little Coco bean. Is she near? Let me hear my angel.âÂ
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you try to come up with any transitory excuse that doesnât make you run for the hills. âSheâs sleeping right now. Made me work for it but I managed to settle her downâÂ
Jungkook moans from the other side of the line and you mentally curse yourself. Not only are you lying through your teeth but also using your innocent niece as a pawn. From the day you began dating Jungkook, youâve not looked at any other man. For the first time now, you have this nagging feeling as though youâre cheating on him.Â
âWell, alright next time then. When are you coming back home?âÂ
âAs soon as they do. Do you miss me already?â I tease.
âPfft me and miss you? ImpossibleâÂ
You gasp, the audacity of this boy. âHow rude!!â
Your goofy boyfriend dares to chuckle, âI carry you with me everywhere I go, love. Itâs hard to miss someone whoâs this close to you every time of the day.âÂ
It doesnât take you long to grasp what he is referring to. The heart shaped bracelet rests proudly on his wrists and the man had refused to take it off ever since you gifted it to him. A sense of longing already creeps up in your heart, twisting it until you run out of breath.Â
Your chest expands as you fill it with much needed air, âListen, honey Iâll give you a call soon yeah? I think Coco has woken up and I must go check if she needs something,â you fake a chuckle, âYou know how she gets when sheâs irritatedâÂ
âOh yes of course. Promise to give me a call soon?âÂ
This time the smile on your face is genuine, âI promiseâÂ
âGive Coco a kiss for me. I love you.âÂ
âI love you.âÂ
Thereâs a heavy weight on your chest as soon as you hang up the call. Maybe it has always been there. So, for a couple of minutes you just stand there in the hallway of the hospital taking in the sterile smell and worrisome patients, praying that the highest power up there gives you one last chance so you could try and fix whatâs been ruined.
The commotion around you does nothing to overtake the voices in your head and sadness fires through you as you feel like youâre burning your boats. Despite all of that, you pray for one last time, this time for again being strong enough to let go.Â
Let go of your happiness.
Let go of your salvation.
Let go of your comfort.
Let go of Jungkook.
Ëŕ¨ŕ§â・Ë
You click the door shut behind you, hanging the coat on the rack. Youâre not even done turning around when a muscular arm wraps around your abdomen and youâre pulled back against a taut chest.Â
âI missed youâ his voice is muffled against your jumper.
You run your palms over Jungkookâs forearm, stopping to interlace your fingers with his.The way his hands fit with yours is adorable to you as if they were made to do so. The bracelet on his wrist is cool against your skin and you smile. âYou know whatâs funny? This guy I talked to earlier said itâs impossible for him to miss meâÂ
He rests his chin on top of your shoulders, cheeks warm against yours. He has grown out a stubble which makes him look manlier for some reason and you canât stop caressing it with your fingers whenever you cup his face.
âYouâre talking to other guys?â If you hadnât known Jungkook better than himself, you would have missed the pout of his lips when he said that.Â
You turn your face and place a sloppy kiss on his cheekbones, âOnly my favourite guy in the whole world.âÂ
He breaks out in a toothy grin and holds your gaze. âYouâre my favourite girl too but I think you already know that.âÂ
You nod but the pang of guilt is still lingering in your heart. âStill love hearing it.âÂ
Jungkook releases you from his embrace and walks back, rounding the kitchen counter until heâs holding up a large bowl. âReady for our fall ritual?âÂ
Jungkook and you have been using your mumâs recipe to bake chocolate chip cookies every fall and while you enjoy baking with him, the thing that you take the most pleasure from is his face when he munches on the first cookie.
Itâs one of your favorite sights ever. It takes quite a bit of effort to bake them but hell if you wouldnât do it all over again just to see him close his eyes and moan like it is the best thing since sliced bread.Â
You join him behind the counter and look around. From the way the batter has already been prepared you suppose heâs been at it for a while. There are some chocochips in a small bowl across from you with some cranberries next to them because he knows you like them in your cookies.Â
âYou donât ever forget about the cranberries, do you?âÂ
âNope. Theyâre your favourite plus if you eat well, I can eat you wellâ ouch,â he jumps, âWhat was that for?âÂ
You offer him a glare which does nothing to stop the smile threatening to break out of your lips, âBehaveâÂ
His face inches closer to yours, âNow honey donât be acting like I didnât give you the best orgasm this morningâÂ
Oh well, how can you forget about that? Ninety nine percent of the time you love waking up in his arms while heâs the big spoon but thereâs that one percent where he wakes you up with his head between your legs, sometimes with his face under your shirt sucking on your nipples. Indissoluble passion within him. His ability to satisfy you with his mouth alone needs to be studied because god if you donât crave more and more.Â
You blink, once twice thrice, âYouâre incorrigibleâÂ
He lets out a cackle at your flustered face as you wonder when you will stop blushing like a fool around him. Itâs been years and he still makes you feel like youâre wrapped up in a ball of jitters. Jungkook leans back and straightens up. He plucks the apron from the counter before coming up behind you. âHold your hair up for meâ He demands.Â
You grab a fistful of your hair and lift them up as he settles it on your neck before tying the knot at your back. With one last kiss on the back of your neck he joins you.Â
âHow long has it been since you began making this?âÂ
âNot long ago. Thought Iâd wait for you to come back home and then continueâ
You watch him add the chocochips into the dough. His tattoos are barely visible behind the cozy sweater heâs wearing. At the risk of sounding like a hypocrite, Jungkook with his perfect physique and gorgeous face looks good in everything, more so naked, but nothing triggers your cuteness aggression more than him wearing a fluffy knitted sweater, believe it or not. One which you knitted at that.
He pulls your attention away pausing your little drooling session, âHowâs Coco bean doing?âÂ
A sudden urge of getting close to him creeps up and you sneak between the counter and him, hugging him as you nuzzle your face in his chest. He smells like cinnamon. He places a gentle kiss on the crown of your head before resting his chin there.Â
âYou smell so goodâÂ
âThanks and sheâs as chaotic as ever. Nailea bought the cutest pair of pyjamas for her,â you look up at him, âShe looked like a loaf of bread when they made her wear it.âÂ
âNo way. Should we buy her another one of those?â he pulls back, barely able to hide the excitement on his face.
âYouâre gonna spoil herâÂ
âDamn right I will and if you call this spoiling, wait till I get one of those made by me.âÂ
There it is.Â
If Jungkook wasnât so fond of children, would it have been easier for you to cope? You do realize that youâre a stoneâs throw away from losing him for once and for all. In the old days you heard somewhere that it takes a strong man to save to save himself and a great man to save another.
You want to be that brave person who saves him from lifelong loathing and regret towards you.
This turning point in your life gives you two options, one where you can hang by a thread and bite your tongue while you continue your life with him, another where you set him free. The latter one wins and you, however, lose.Â
âHey you went silent there. You okay?â He cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb grazing your cheekbones so gently you try not to cry.Â
You nod and flash him a smile. Or at least you try to smile and detach yourself from him. âPerfect. Letâs get those cookies baking shall we?âÂ
Jungkook keeps looking at you with an expression which tells you heâs trying to search for something, but you try not to give anything away. Yet.
He gives you a look, his eyes sparkling under the low light in the room,
âWait here for a second iâll be right backâÂ
âWhere are you goi-â
âJust a second. Donât moveâ His voice trails off as he goes further into the bedroom. A minute later when he comes back, thereâs nothing different about him except the sneaky smile on his face. He walks towards you and grabs you by the waist as he sits you on the counter. Your hands instantly clutch his shoulders for support.Â
âWhat is happening, baby?â You mumble, clearly in a fog.Â
He says nothing as he gets down on his knees. Taking a hold of your right leg, he places it on his thigh. You swallow.
He looks up, clashing his eyes with yours, âYou ask too many questions, do you know that?âÂ
Seconds later heâs taking something out of his jogger pocket and a cool sensation brushes your skin. You peek down, curiosity finally killing the cat as you see a silver anklet adorned by a pink stone in the middle of it embraced around your ankles.Â
His name is a whisper on your lips, âJungkookâ Â
He gets up, facing you as he stands. But not before pecking the anklet as well as your skin. His face which earlier was eerie, now entirely soft.Â
âMom sent this for you.âÂ
You donât hold back tears this time, letting them run free. You glance at the jewellery again as it shines under the light of the kitchen lamp. The pink stone glares at you as if it knows youâre not worthy of such a valuable item.Â
âItâs beautifulâ
He gently wipes the tears away,
âItâs just the beginning, love. Iâm not gonna stop until I see a band wrapped around your finger. I feel too lonely being the only one there.âÂ
You playfully smack him on the chest, a giggle slipping free. With a tired shake of your head you admit, âThis is overwhelmingâÂ
âWhat is?â he asks,
âAll of this,â you keep your gaze on him, sniffing as you continue,âYour little acts of service, your love, your presence and now this gift. I feel like Iâm taking too much not giving enoughâÂ
Your throat feels too tight, as if someone is just cutting off your air supply when you should be feeling free in his arms.Â
Jungkookâs eyebrows tense as he reaches for you. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear he tries to reassure you, âDonât say that. I hate when you question your worth,â he pecks the back of your hands, âThese hands feed me, hold me when I need them to, give me warmth, gentle touchesâ,
His lips find both of your eyes next as you close them, feeling his soft lips on them,
âThese eyes tear up with happiness every time you listen to me in the studioâ,
Your ears follow next, âThese ears tolerate my snoringâ,
Then your lips, âAnd this mouth, my favourite, whispers âi love youâ to me every morning, leaves kisses on my skin, screams my name and most importantly, forms the loveliest smile when I make you happy.â His eyes are oh so gentle as he says this.Â
Youâre about to respond when his phone buzzes on the counter next to you. Your heart stops. Fuck is it Dr. Ana?
To your surprise, itâs Jiminâs number on the screen.
âPick it up, honey. It might be important.âÂ
His thumb presses on the red button as he declines the call, âIâll talk to him later. My girlfriend comes first.âÂ
Neither of you say a word as the room gets filled with a comfortable silence. The cookies are long forgotten, your eyes doing all the talking. Even if you try your hardest youâre not sure you can say anything which is remotely justifiable of what he just said to you.
Jungkook is so much more than meets the eye, heâs vulnerable, heâs empathetic, heâs loving. His eyes shine the brightest when heâs happy about something and youâre so full of contempt about the fact that eventually you will be the one to snatch away that shine. This hornetâs nest is going to ruin me, ruin him.Â
âI wanna kiss you so badâ He whispers, leaning closer but you stop him with your palms on his chest.
âWait, I-I want to talk about somethingâÂ
His voice is downright pleading when he says, âLater baby. Iâm fucking gonna die if I donât take that mouth right now. Please?â his breath touches your bare lips.Â
Feeling a flutter in your chest you nod and he leans towards you, hand cupping your lower jaw as he touches his lips to yours. Softly at first, then his pace quickens. Your hands grab his sweater as you pull him even closer, deepening the kiss. His moan echoes followed by your own as you both lose yourselves in each other. You let go of every menacing thought and just focus on the taste of his lips.Â
He pulls back slightly, taking a deep breath as he fills his chest with air. Those beautiful lips are pink and swollen from the heated kiss you just shared with him. Getting rid of the sweater, he tosses it aside as his eyes sparkle with amusement.
Without wasting any time he begins nibbling at your neck, slightly biting onto it as your hands run over his back. Heâs so beautiful it takes your breath away. Not to toot your own horn but you have the most gorgeous boyfriend and youâre not ashamed to show him off.Â
His lips ghost over your nipples from over your high neck top and you groan.
âJungkook, pleaseâÂ
He pulls back with a smug look on his face, âPlease what ____?âÂ
âPlease fuck me. I need your cock so bad.âÂ
âYeah? Is that what my girl wants?âÂ
At this point your body is thrumming with anticipation and desire as you watch him move his hands closer to the waistband of your pants. His hands pause when they meet the lace material, his pupils dilate.Â
He smiles, âItâs the one I gifted you. Were you hoping for this huh?âÂ
Your lips stretch into a smile. You hadnât particularly hoped for this, no, because your relationship with him is not just based on physical pleasures. You guys have sex of course, but itâs not the prominent part of the bond you share. Itâs more than that. The lace lingerie set was gifted to you by Jungkook on a random day. It was one of those quote unquote just because gifts.Â
âWhat do you think?â you ask, giving him a quick kiss.Â
He grabs you by the back of your neck and holds you there for a moment before leaning back and looking straight into your eyes. âI think you should lose it or else Iâll ruin itâÂ
You gasp, swatting him on the bicep. âDonât you dare. Itâs my favourite pairâ Â
Without preamble he picks you off the counter making you wrap your legs around his waist. You both are so close it takes your breath away. Chest to chest, groin to groin, face to face with lips inches away from each otherâs as you share a breath.Â
He walks into your shared bedroom as you clash your lips against his, pulling his lower one between yours, earning a groan out of him. You both are downright feral, letting your hands run over every area of each otherâs body. Jungkookâs hands grabbing your ass, yours pulling on his hair lightly before trailing down his chest, pausing on his pecs.Â
When you reach your bedroom, he sits himself down with you on top of his lap. Your hips move forward and you hiss as your still jean clad pussy brushes his cock. Heâs so hard you wonder if heâs close to coming already.Â
Rough hands scrape over your back, hips, down your thigh before they finally settle on either side of your waist, gipping them tightly but also with a hint of gentleness. One thing you admire about your man is that he doesnât treat you like a fragile woman, he knows youâre strong and youâll not break if heâs rough with you.Â
Jungkook pulls back from your lips.âFuck honey, youâre such a goddess. Look at this body. I still canât believe I get to call you mineâÂ
You shake your head, totally under his spell. âIâm the lucky one here, baby. You have no idea how lucky I am.âÂ
His hand brushes over your ass before he dips it inside your pants, reaching your already soaked pussy as he pushes a finger inside you. This earns a whimper from you as you tip your head back.Â
âThatâs where youâre wrong, ____. Want me to show you how lucky I am?â He takes the finger out before pumping it back again. You moan as his other hand gips the nape of your neck and he brings his mouth to your neck, biting on it.Â
âOh my godâ you cry, seeing him suck the finger clean and face forming an expression filled with the deepest level of satisfaction as he closes his eyes.Â
Setting his eyes back on you, he sighs, âThis isnât my first time tasting you, honey. But it gets better every fucking time and I find myself craving you an unhealthy amount, you know that? Do you know how crazy I am for you? Could eat you out everyday and wouldnât need anything else to feel full.â His words send a shiver down your spine. âYouâre my favorite meal.âÂ
He pushes three fingers back inside with a slight force and you let out a scream, arching your back. He takes one nipple into his mouth and gives it a long suck, letting it go with a loud pop.Â
âOh yes, just like that. Suck it again, babyâ You beg and he does exactly that as he takes the other sensitive bud into his mouth.Â
Youâre not sure if you have been this vocal about your needs with anyone before him. Not that you dated a lot, for a person whoâs a hopeless romantic to the core youâve always found yourself waiting for the right one. Additionally, you believed your body to be as sacred as a temple. Surely there had to be a guy somewhere who would treat it as such.
Then, enters Jungkook who not only was out of your league metaphorically but literally. He lived miles away from your place so there was not a chance you could have let anything take place between the both of you. But as they always say, the heart wants what it wants. To put it briefly, there was chemistry, a connection you didnât want to lose.
Strong fingers pump into you. In and out, in and out. âYouâre so wet. What do you say? Should I lick you clean?âÂ
âYes, ah oh my goodness thatâs sooo goodâ you toss your head back, slowly grinding against his hands.Â
He wraps an arm around your waist, lifts you off his lap and tosses you back on the bed. Keeping his eyes still locked with yours he gets rid of his jogger, letting his cock spring free.
It bobs and you lick your lips, already wanting to take it into your mouth but you know for a fact that he wouldnât let you do that, not because he doesnât want you to but because he wants to give you the highest amount of pleasure first. As he always does.Â
Jungkook lets out a shaky sigh as gives his cock a pull, his eyes running over your whole body. Up and down then back at your face again. Youâre still not fully bare in front of him while heâs standing there, all in his glory.Â
âLose the pantsâ he commands.Â
You immediately slide out of them and toss them on the floor somewhere. He grabs you by the hips, jerking you to the edge of the bed as he sinks down on his knees. Spreading your legs wider he releases a breath. Warmth touches your wet pussy and you prop yourself up by the elbows to look at him.Â
You need to look at him if you want to stay sane, have to feel him with you here. Shivers run through you even by the thought of not being able to feel him and this ever again. This might as well be your last day on this god awful planet from the way the ache in your chest keeps on increasing. It makes a home there, not letting you entirely forget about the eventualities.Â
âGod youâre dripping, honeyâÂ
âFor youâ you admit.
Hot and wet kisses are left to the inside of your thigh and your hands find the back of his head as you grip it lightly.Â
His head lifts up, his eyes finding yours, âDonât hold back,____. Grip it as tightly as you want to. I donât want any hesitations because when I fuck you, Iâm not going to be holding back. You hear me?âÂ
A desperate moan leaves you, and he rewards you by kissing your pussy. Keeping his eyes on you, he doesnât give you a chance to whine out your needs before his tongue is licking a single line up your clit.
He moans and gently tugs on your clit. âSuch a perfect cuntâÂ
You push his head against your pussy and rock forward, chasing your orgasm.Â
âFeels so good, feels so perfect, babyâ you murmur.
Just when youâre starting to feel the climax incoming, when Jungkook suddenly grabs you by the waist and flips you, so heâs lying down and youâre on top. Then, he grabs you by the back of your neck, pulling you for a heated kiss.Â
He pulls back, âSit on my face, my queenâÂ
Your eyes widen and you hesitate, but you donât want to. You wanna let go, knowing youâre lucky enough to get something like this in this lifetime, so you give in. He hoists you up by the hips, positions you over his face and pulls you down. His warm breath feels like a soft whisper against your pussy.Â
You cry out in pleasure as soon as his tongue dives deep inside you, squeezing your tits in your hands. Grinding against his face, you close your eyes and just⌠feel. Feel the heat, feel the emotions, feel the intimacy, feel the ache in your chest.
A thought crosses your head and you wonder if youâre doing something wrong, something selfish. Touching him like this and getting consumed by him feels like youâre doing nothing but ruining him.Â
He sucks on your clit with sheer eagerness and desire, pulling you further down so youâre putting your weight on his face. Concern perks up and you look down, trying not to crush him but it seems like he couldnât care less.Â
âLet go, honey. Just focus on my mouth.âÂ
Let go. God, how bad you hate those words. They feel like acid in your ears.Â
âKeep going, Jungkook. Donât you dare stopâ you cry out.Â
Soon enough youâre aching your back, cunt pulsing against his lips as you come. He swallows every single drop as if heâd die if he doesnât and leaves you in awe. You slump, letting your body relax.
Much to your amusement, he doesnât give you enough time to relax before heâs turning you over until youâre on your knees. Hot passionate kisses are placed on your sweaty back, pulling a gasp from you.Â
âWhat a fucking sight. I wish you could see how stunning you look right now and itâs all because of me, isnât it? This glistening back, this wet cunt,â he strokes a finger down your pussy, âItâs all because of me and you dare to call yourself lucky?âÂ
You catch a sight of him stroking himself over your shoulders and your breath quickens.Â
His abs are glistening with sweat and his chin still has your cum on it.Â
He smirks, âLike what you see, honeyâÂ
âYouâre beautifulâÂ
His eyes soften, letting his hands drop from his angry and already leaking with precum cock, he grabs either side of your hips and lines himself against your needy pussy. You let your head drop on the mattress and clench your fist, preparing yourself for him. He gives your cunt a slight slap with his cock before filling you in, groaning as he goes deeper.
You moan, âFuck baby. Thatâs so deep.âÂ
âYouâre so warm, honey. You feel like homeâ he thrusts again.Â
His hands grip yours, and he covers your body with his own, still thrusting inside with rough movements. His chest feels warm and safe against your back as it fills you with a deep sense of safety, protection and love.
You match every thrust of his with your own, moving your hips backwards. Your tits are getting equal attention from him as he pinches the two sensitive buds between his fingers.Â
You both chase your high with you screaming out his name and him whispering yours like a prayer. He gives in one last thrust before heâs coming inside you, his teeth biting on your shoulder. Youâre following him soon as you grip the bed sheet tighter in your fist, moaning as you come.Â
Before you collapse, he pulls you upright and lets his cock slide out of you. His fingers push his cum inside your throbbing cunt, making your stomach twist in pain.
You murmur. âI love youâÂ
His lips stretch into one of those lazy smiles you love so much. âI love you too, my precious girl. Now, do you wanna sleep or go make those cookies?â a sloppy kiss is pressed on your forehead.Â
Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you pull him on top of you, âShould we save those for later? I really wanna cuddleâÂ
He presses a soft kiss on the tip of your button nose, âSure. Let me clean you up first. You donât have to move an inch, just relax.âÂ
Minutes later heâs coming back with a bottle of water and a bowl of marshmallows. You bite back a chuckle when you look at his face. Thereâs such a deep crease between his eyebrows youâd think heâs trying to win a game of uno or something.Â
But itâs short lived when he places the items on the nightstand and gazes at you, his eyes having the same funny look they had earlier in the kitchen.You try to summon your most unbothered and good natured grin but it doesnât do shit to stop the electricity from running through your blood.Â
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you ask, biting your lip.
An uncertain laugh slips out of him, âI donât know. Iâm- God, I really donât know but I have this weird feeling that something is not right.â He begins cleaning you up but you canât shake the feeling of nervousness and anxiety away.Â
You know for a fact that heâs right. Something is not right, in fact nothing is right.Â
He peeks at you from between your legs, âHey, what is it that you wanted to talk about?âÂ
The air whooshes out of your lungs. Should you come clean? Is it the right time?Â
You huff a tight laugh. âItâs nothing actually. Can we talk about it later?âÂ
When heâs done cleaning you up he places a small kiss on both your knees and stands up. Offering you a nod, he says, âWhenever you feel like it. Iâm not going anywhereâÂ
Yet. Heâs not going anywhere yet.Â
You grin, âI wouldnât let youâÂ
He lets a laugh slip out as he walks inside the bathroom. Then, he comes back, settles himself beside you and brings you closer by wrapping his arm around your waist. His feet find yours as he touches the anklet with them.Â
âLetâs sleep. Iâll be here when you wake upâ he promises.Â
Morning comes quickly as the sun casts its glow on your sleepy yet excited eyes. Holding out a hand, you try searching for your boyfriend next to you, but a slight sting arises in your heart when heâs not there. You open your eyes, adjusting to the sunlight.Â
Although, you hoped you did not wake up, you hoped death consumed you in your sleep because the person across from you is a total stranger. A stranger whose eyes are misty and mouth is pulled down in deep frown, a sunflower bouquet in one hand and the other one holding a blue file so tightly you can see his knuckles turning white.
Jungkook holds out the file to you, âHow long were you planning to hide this from me,____?âÂ
For the first time in your life, you hate your name. You hate how bitter it sounds coming from his mouth like this.It has always been â____, youâre my everything,â âI love you,____â, â_____, you mean the world to meâ.
Acid bubbles in your stomach at his words, and you canât help but sob. You wonder if the butterfly was preparing you for this day. If she could talk, what would she have said to you?Â
The words that leave him next might as well be daggers in your chest, "Tell me, honey. Is it the important thing you wanted to talk about but held back just to get a good fuck out of me?"
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pspspsp,,, do you perhaps have a spare boothill thought or two ,, sfw or nsfw,,,
i most certainly do have a few spare boothill thoughts! mostly nsfw ( ÂŹâżÂŹ) walk with me nonnie⌠heheheh this got a wee bit too out of hand and i dropped WAY more than a few thoughts (and i am also tipsy, so i apologize in advance if something doesn't make sense) regardless, i hope u rlly like this :3
cw. assorted boothill x f!reader thoughts, manhandling, biting, improper use of a lasso (bondage!), mentions of overstim, lack of stamina is a foreign concept to boothill, talk of cyborg dick and artificial cum, creampies. not proofread in the slightest if there are typos no there's not
đŠâĄđŞ the thing about boothill is how unafraid he is of manhandling you. while he's aware that humans are much more fragile than he, he knows your limits like the back of his hand and he knows what you can handle. you can take him like a big girl, can't you?
đŠâĄđŞ he'll fold you in half, put you in all sorts of positions, toss you over his shoulder and pat your plush ass with a smug laugh. if you decide you want to ride him and get all tuckered out, thighs burning, the moment you're whining and babbling for his help he's already on it. big hands envelop your waist as he moves you to his whims.
đŠâĄđŞ boothill likes to see you pleasure-drunk, entirely fucked out by the time he's done with you. he can go for as long as you need, baby; you just have to say the word. he can eat you out for hours, fuck you for double that, and still have enough energy to take care of you afterwards.
đŠâĄđŞ cyborg sex has the potential to really get freaky tbh... he's definitely had chats with you about different 'attachments...' whatever you're into. he's definitely figured out which size makes you cum the most, and will indulge your every whimâespecially when you shyly ask him "baby... can we go bigger?" (if he still had a human body, his dick would be rock fucking hard right now.) he's definitely looked into vibrating attachments. great heavens.
đŠâĄđŞ SPEAKING OF attachments he's looked into: boothill has definitely found a way to creampie you. the tipping point for him deep diving into this was when you were just whinin' so pretty for him, begging for more, and you had let it slip that you wished so bad for him to be able to cum into you. lo and behold, he finds a solution and he surprises you by cumming deep in your aching cunt one night. the two of you definitely make a mess of your bedsheets by the end of the day (and you probably had the most earth-shattering orgasms you've ever had in your life).
đŠâĄđŞ the day you finally asked him what his teeth would feel like, boothill's grinning like a maniac. he won't bite so hard that it hurts too much, but he knows how much you like the power he holds over you. sharp teeth sink into flesh, followed by a hot tongue that laves over the mark adoringly.
đŠâĄđŞ another day he indulged you... there was one time he noticed you eyeing the lasso that hangs at his hips. he smiles wolfishly at you and asks, "like what you see, darlin'?" he's surprised when you shyly nod your head and look up at him with sweet doe eyes and asks if maybe... he'd consider using it in the bedroom?
đŠâĄđŞ and oh, he did. he considered it maybe a little too hard (he jerked himself off far too many times that day). when the time came for him to use it on you, he was fiending. he ties your wrists to the bedposts and just goes to town, treating your cute body like a pretty little cum dump. he's definitely a big fan. especially when you can't run away from all the pleasure he wants to give you <3
đŠâĄđŞ he doesn't look it, but i think he provides good aftercare. he knows how fragile the human body is firsthand: that's why he's a cyborg now. he'll take care of you. without fail, every time he's done with you, you're practically a puddle, exhausted and jelly-boned, and boothill is scooping you up into his metal arms. and yet despite the cool metal pressing against your flesh, you feel warm. maybe it's just the love pouring out of his every action, the way he treats your body with absolute reverence and adoration as he cleans you up and gets you ready for some rest.
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#â oakie writes#boothill smut#boothill x reader#hsr smut#hsr x reader#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail smut#star rail x reader#star rail smut#oakie answers#anon <3
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Tim Drake â From Vigilante to Infinite Realms Royalty
It was one of those things that Tim never imagined would happen, not in his wildest Gotham nights. But then again, dating Danny Fenton, aka Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, came with more than just the usual paranormal hijinks.
Tim was used to strange things, but being royalty? That was definitely new.
The revelation hit him one evening when Danny casually mentioned it, like he was talking about the weather.
âYou know youâre technically royalty now, right?â Danny said, lounging upside down in the air like it was the most normal thing ever.
Tim raised an eyebrow. âRoyalty? What are you talking about?â
Danny grinned, clearly enjoying himself. âWell, youâre dating me. And Iâm the King of the Infinite Realms. So that makes you my consort⌠which, you know, technically makes you royalty too.â
Tim froze. âWaitâwhat? Thatâs not how this works. I didnât sign up forââ
âOh, but it is how it works. Welcome to ghost politics, Drake.â
And thatâs when Tim realized his life just got infinitely more complicated.
Naturally, the bats found out. Because of course they did. And it spiraled into something Tim really didnât want to deal with.
It started when he casually mentioned it during a meeting in the Batcave. He figured it wasnât a big deal. After all, being âroyaltyâ in a ghost dimension didnât really change anything, right?
Wrong.
Bruce didnât even flinch. He just kept typing at the Batcomputer. âYouâre dating the Ghost King, and now youâre royalty?â
âTechnically, yes,â Tim said, trying not to sound too defensive.
Bruce glanced at him. âI see.â
That was all he said. But it was enough to make Tim feel like heâd just announced he was moving to the moon.
Jason, of course, immediately jumped on it. âHold up. So youâre, like, ghost royalty now? Does that mean you get a crown or something?â
Tim shot him a glare. âNo, Iâm not getting a crown.â
âOh, I dunno,â Jason grinned. âSounds like royalty to me. Next thing you know, weâre gonna be bowing to Prince Drake of the Phantom Zone.â
âItâs not the Phantom Zone, Todd.â
Damian, predictably, was furious. âThis is ridiculous. You, Drake? Royalty? You are not fit for any throne, especially one in the Infinite Realms. The entire concept is absurd.â
Tim sighed, rubbing his temples. âIâm not ruling anything, Damian. Itâs just a title.â
âAn unearned one,â Damian muttered under his breath.
Steph, on the other hand, thought it was the funniest thing sheâd ever heard. âWait, wait. So if you and Danny are together for real, does that mean we have to call you âYour Highnessâ? I need to know. Are there royal ghost duties? Do you have to make decrees?â
âNo. Please stop,â Tim groaned.
But the worst part? The teasing didnât stop. Every dinner, every mission, every time Tim walked into the room, someone had something to say.
âSo, Tim,â Dick said one day with a grin. âHave you started planning ghostly state visits yet? Iâm sure the Justice League would love to attend a royal banquet in your honor.â
âNo state visits,â Tim said through gritted teeth. âI donât even rule anything.â
âSure you donât, âYour Ghostliness,ââ Jason added with a laugh.
The bats seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the world. Tim? Not so much. But he had to admit, ghost politics were no joke. He was already getting drawn into weird Infinite Realms power struggles, where ancient beings would bow to him and ghosts would whisper about âthe Kingâs consort.â
At first, Tim tried to play it off. He didnât need the title. He wasnât about to walk around with a crown and robes, or start making royal proclamations. But when one of the ghost courtiers addressed him as âMy Lord,â he couldnât help but cringe.
Danny found the whole thing hilarious. âDonât worry,â heâd say with a smirk. âYou wonât have to do anything royal. Itâs just⌠a perk.â
âSome perk,â Tim muttered.
Still, despite all the teasing and the bizarre ghostly politics, Tim knew one thing for sure: he wouldnât trade it for anything. Dating Danny came with chaos, sure. But at the end of the day, Tim was okay with it. Even if it meant being ghost royalty.
Just⌠no crown. Ever.
#brain dead#dead tired#tim drake#danny phantom#dc x dp#batfam#danny fenton#danny is the king of the infinite realms#which totally makes tim royalty now#and despite what he thinks he should totally get his own crown
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we broke up (one shot)
hugh jackman x f!reader
summary: you get dragged to a work event by your boyfriend of three years when Hugh comes to flirt with you. after you reluctantly tell him youâre taken, he backs off for the most part. a few months later, Hugh tells the story during an interview but little does he know youâre single now.Â
warnings: implied age gap (not mentioned), flirting while in a relationship (kinda)
authors note: here's a little oneshot I wrote tonight. enjoy <33
Youâd been with your boyfriend, Rowan, for a few years now. He earned a degree in marketing and immediately got a job for a studio. While he enjoys his job and it brings in good money, the events he dragged you to were unbelievably boring. The company he worked for always had big parties after a success on a project. At first they were interesting, often running into celebrities here and there given that it was the success of their movie, but lately you found yourself sitting at the bar more often than not. It was routine at this point. Rowan would show you off for the first hour, then he would toss you aside to fend for yourself. You werenât the biggest social butterfly, hence why you liked to sit alone, drinking.Â
Tonight wasnât any different. You were at another party for the successful marketing for Deadpool and Wolverine. Youâd heard a few whispers that the stars of the movie themselves were somewhere wandering around but you hadnât had the pleasure of seeing them. Rowan dumped you at the bar a little over thirty minutes ago and youâve been sipping on some fruity little drink ever since, completely in your own world. You made small talk with the bartender every once and a while but you were mainly people watching.Â
âMind if I join?â A deep Australian accent asks. You look up and see a gorgeous older man. He was wearing a dark blue suit with a pair of black expensive looking glasses. He was deliciously tall and had a thich salt and pepper beard. âUh no, go ahead.â He sits in the bar stool next to you. He orders a drink from the bartender before returning his attention back to you. âPardon me if this is too forward but you are the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.â The comment takes you aback. âOh um, thank you. Thatâs really sweet of you to say.â He looks down to your glass thatâs nothing but melted ice at this point. âCan I buy you another drink?â He asks. âYou probably shouldnât. Iâm takenâŚsadly.â You whisper the last part, unsure if he heard it or not. âOh! I apologize for coming on to you. Youâve been sitting here by yourself for so long, I thought you might have come alone.â You huff out a laugh. âMy boyfriend works for the company. Heâs out there socializing or whatever.â You shrug and signal to the bartender, asking for another drink. âThatâs a shame. If you were mine, youâd be on my arm all night.â He smirks. âIs that right?â You smile at him. Before he can answer, you feel your phone vibrate with a text from Rowan that reads âwhere are you babe? Time to leave.âÂ
âWell, the boyfriends calling, I gotta go.â You carefully climb out of the chair and grab your jacket and purse off of the back. As you start to walk away, the man speaks again. âWait! Whatâs your name?â You turn back to face him. âY/n.â He smiles and repeats it. âIâm Hugh.â His answer surprises you. âOh! Congrats on the movie. I didnât even recognize you at first with the beard and all.â He laughs. âBye Hugh.â You wave before walking off.
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Itâs been a few months since that night in July, it being September now. You and Rowan had broken up mid-August, both of you agreeing that the relationship wasnât going anywhere. It hurt for a little bit but you knew it was for the best. Living with him had been awkward as you searched for a new place, deciding that he can keep the current apartment. You wanted a fresh start, which is where you are now. Tonight was your first night in your new apartment. You didnât have any furniture yet but you were happy. You bought an air mattress to make do until you could afford an actual bed.Â
It was around midnight and you were doing your nightly youtube watch. You were scrolling through your recommended videos when you saw Hughâs face pop up. It was an interview posted a few minutes ago from him on some late night show youâd never heard of. You clicked on it, wanting to hear what the man was up to these days. The interview was a standard one, mostly questions on his upcoming movie about some sheep. You werenât really paying attention, close to dozing off when a question peaked your interest.Â
âSo Hugh, itâs almost been a year since the announcement of your divorce and the fans wanna knowâŚHowâs your dating life doing? Are you seeing anyone?â The woman asks, wiggling her eyebrows. Hugh lets out a big laugh. âIâm actually not seeing anyone. Itâs funny you ask because the last time I even attempted to flirt with a woman she turned me down.â The interviewer's eyebrows shoot up in shock. She gasps before asking, âHow could anyone turn you down? We need to know the full story here.âÂ
âRyan and I were at this party for the marketing team that worked on Deadpool and Wolverine and I saw this absolutely gorgeous girl sitting at the bar all alone.â The interviewer is nodding her head, engaging with every word Hugh says. âI eyed her for a while to see if anyone was with her but she sat there alone for a good thirty minutes before Ryan hyped me up to go over there. When I finally did, I ordered a drink and tried to play it cool but I felt the urge to tell this girl how stunning she was, so I did.â You giggle to yourself and you hear him tell the story from his point of view. âShe thanked me and I offered to buy her another drink. I kid you not, in the prettiest voice Iâve ever heard she says âyou probably shouldnât, iâm taken.ââ His hands go up to his chest, gripping right above his heart. âMy heart broke mate. I flirted a little more in true Hugh fashion but she had to go. I havenât been able to get her out of my head since.âÂ
âWhat a lucky woman, Iâm sure she regrets it.âÂ
âHey, I tried my best.â He shrugs before looking at the camera. âY/n, if you ever break up with him. Iâm all yours baby.âÂ
Your jaw drops, the sound of cheers blasting from your phone. Â
âwe broke up. Iâm all yours. @/RealHughJackmanâÂ
You hit send on the tweet and hoped it would be enough to bring him back to you.
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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
***
You get out of the shower feeling refreshed. Your blood is still buzzing slightly from the drinks youâve had, but you feel clear-headed as you wipe the mirror, looking at yourself while you wrap a towel around your naked body.
Your phone dings and you look down at it, reading Jeonghanâs contact name. Itâs a text to tell you that your friends have gotten to the bar, and another request for you to join. You can only laugh, setting your phone down just as the clock hits midnight.
Thereâs movement in the corner of your eye and you turn your head, locking eyes with a tall, dark-haired man standing by the door of your bathroom.
Your heart lurches in your chest, and you immediately grab the closest thing, a hairbrush, hurling it at the man. He doesnât even try to dodge it, and it hits him square in the chest. His gaze dips down, and he looks completely shocked that youâve just thrown something at him.
âGet out of my house!â you scream, reaching for the next item-
âNot your expensive moisturizer!â the man yells, holding up both hands and backing up. âHow are you going to explain breaking that to Jeonghan?!â
You freeze a little at his words, thoroughly confused. âHow- how do you know-â You look down at the bottle of moisturizer that Jeonghan had bought for you last month. âDid Jeonghan put you up to this?!â
âPut the bottle down,â the man says, still holding his hands defensively.Â
âYouâre some creep in my bathroom!â you retort. âYou donât get to tell me what to do!â You grab your phone next. âIâm calling 911.â
âGod, please donât,â he sighs.
âStart talking!â you insist.
âIâm not Jeonghanâs friend-â
âThen who the fuck are you, and how did you get into my apartment?!â You lift the moisturizer again, ready to throw it at his face.
âMingyu!â he belts. âIâm Mingyu!â
âJeonghan definitely put you up to this,â you declare, feeling something like relief. This is just some prank-
âIâm serious,â the handsome man tells you. âIâm Mingyu-â
âYou expect me to believe that youâre the ghost of that serial killer who died here years ago?â you scoff.
âYeah, it was me with the Ouija,â he tries to explain.
âProve it,â you insist, still not believing him.Â
âYou want me to tell you something only a ghost would know?â he laughs. âHow about this, I know you hide your sex toys in a box under your bed. I know the last few guys youâve had over couldnât make you cum so youâd finish yourself off with your vibrator once they left. I know you still say your first boyfriendâs name whenever you cum, for some stupid reason-â
Your heart is thundering in your chest. Thereâs no way he can know all of that- no one knows all of that-
Why is everything heâs saying sex related?
An unfamiliar feeling washes over your form. Itâs something like fear, but thereâs an underlying emotion there too- a tingle between your legs. Is this guy really a ghost? Is he your ghost? Has he been watching you since you moved in?!
âBelieve me now?â Mingyu asks. He must have seen the way youâve faltered, moisturizer bottle lowering to your side.
âHow-â You swallow thickly. âHow are you here?â
âThatâs actually a good question,â Mingyu admits, looking down at his form. âThis doesnât usually happen.âÂ
âThe veil is thinnest on Halloween,â you breathe, remembering what Jeonghan had said earlier. âItâs 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.
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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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Req: Can you write something with Ewan Mitchell and his co-star (pronounced feminine) where they are on the set of season 2 and how he is surprised by every performances that fem gives (Fem's character is bad and perverse), since since the recordings of season one he was already staring at her surprised by her actings and now with Season 2 he wants to spend more time with her, plus he likes her.
The Rehearsal// Ewan Mitchell x Fem!actress
Summary: Ewan is a method actor and it has been working fine for him. But he regrets this decision when season 2 of HOTD starts with a love scene, being partner with a lovely talented actress who propaply hates him and his mathods. But nothing is better than asking for help when one needs it, right?
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Ewan watched from the monitor, patch removed but wig still on, your close-up was impressive. One look at you and you could see all the ambitions that were going through your character's mind, and he himself regretted not having told you yet. The good news was that filming for season two had just begun, and in this new season, Ewan had the opportunity to do scenes only with you.
They shouted cut, and you immediately broke into a smile, laughing after such an intense scene. You received compliments as you were photographed to keep the raccord straight.
"Congratulations, that's a good start," the director said to you. "Remember you have a special sequence tomorrow, get a good rest."
Yes, you remembered. And Tom (who played your brother Aegon) smiled mischievously at you. It was a kissing scene with Ewan, with whom you had barely exchanged a word since the moment you were confirmed as part of the cast, a year and a half ago. You only spoke a little at the audition, which was a chemistry test, and he was a sweet, unassuming guy. When he was announced as the official actor of Aemond... it was something different. You didn't interact in the scenes in the first season, his scenes were shared more with Fabien and Tom, while you had shared scenes with Olivia and Phia (Alicent and Helaena). The chemistry your characters were supposed to have was only hinted by the placement of you both in the scene or montages of shots that you only saw once the series was released. And in the meantime, Ewan had stayed away from all those with whom he didn't share any dialogue, with the excuse of staying focused on his character. Tom had already told you numerous times that Ewan thought you were a fantastic actress, but you always responded the same way.
"If he does, let him tell me so. Then I'll be flattered.â
When the script for the second season came, both of you, in your respective homes, had your hearts skipped a beat. Your character would approach Aemond in the throne room in the middle of the night. And there they not only talk, but share a kiss that promises to go further in the following seasons. Aemond confessed his love for your character, and being that it was a story taken from the world of Game of Thrones, it was sure to end in much more intimate scenes. Normal for actors and comfortable for a cast that was so friendly and close. But with Ewan being so distant and serious? It was difficult. You didn't even dare to call him. Nor did he call you. What you did do was call Tom.
"She hasn't spoken to me once since we started filming. I've seen her look at me sometimes, like she's trying to talk to me but then, before I could say a word, she's gone quiet again. Tom...I don't think I should take being a method actor so seriously," he said to the other actor.
"It amuses me immensely to be the connecting point for both of you. Don't worry, Ewan, she's a sweetheart, and very understanding. She knows that everyone has their own procedure. So if she has respected your method, you should respect hers."
"And what is her procedure?"
"According to Phia, she loves to walk back and forth repeating her lines in a thousand ways."
Right, Ewan saw the video Phia sent around the group so everyone could see how lunatic you looked. And even there, after discovering you were being filmed, you smiled tenderly at Phia asking her to stop. What else would he have missed since you weren't talking?
You had already taken off your wig, your hair was loose and your dress had been off for quite a while. You were waiting to take off your make-up when your trailer was called. You were expecting anyone, happy to have any interaction with the wonderful team around you, but when you saw Ewan, the smile must have dropped a little.
"Sorry if I'm intruding. Is it late?" Ewan asked you as he saw your friendly greeting getting lost in the air.
It wasn't dark yet, and the next day's filming was starting early, so you genuinely didn't know what to say to him.
"Well... I have to finish off some of the lines for tomorrow.â
The lines you had to say with him, and he knew that. But since that wasn't an invitation, Ewan understood instantly and nodded.
"Well, I just wanted to tell you...it's been an awesome first day of shooting for you. It's no wonder you're a fan favorite."
That made you blush.
"Well, that means a lot coming from you."
He smiled sheepishly at you, you were taller than he was, standing on the trailer and he was on the grass a few stairs down. And yet he seemed way too big.
"I promise I'll be on time tomorrow so we'll have plenty of time to rehearse," he said, trying to get out of the strange conversation he had started.
You nodded and watched as he walked away, the patch in his hand and taking off his seatbelts. Did he come with the intention of chatting? My God, you'd had a chance to talk at length with your fellow cast member and you'd wasted it? You needed to go over the scene as much as possible!
"Ewan!" You called out to him, hanging almost on your doorstep, he turned with that agility that is so engaging on screen (and in person). "Are you done for the day?"
"I've got to get out of my costume. But...yes, I'm done."
"Would you mind..." you mumbled in an exaggeratedly loud voice for him to hear. How embarrassing. "Would you mind dropping by again to rehearse?"
Ewan stood still for a second. He watched you from afar, so affectionate and shy, totally contrary to your character, and felt a deep tenderness.
"I'll be back in half an hour," he promised you.
You looked forward to it, and you'd be lying if you didn't say that you'd put your make-up back on a bit. Ewan, on the other hand, was hurrying more than usual to remove his own clothes, forgetting to remove his fake scars in the rush that followed him. He was punctual, and in thirty and a half minutes, he was knocking on your door again.
"I really appreciate you doing this, Ewan," you said as he climbed into your trailer.
"Don't worry, it's going to be fun."
You looked at each other for a second, smiling, kind of gawking, which was nothing like the scene you had to recreate.
"How do you prepare for a scene?" You ask.
"I listen to some music. But I want to try what you do. "
He looked at you expectantly, and you suddenly felt embarrassed. Like the girls at the school function.
"So... I close my eyes, and I create a map where everything looks a little bit like the set."
"And what do we choose to be the throne?" Ewan smiled, which made you blush even more.
"Well... "There was a fully finished teacup, with the inelegantly squeezed bag next to it, dripping. You'd forgotten to clean it up completely. "That cup itself."
Ewan frowned slightly, teasingly, and nodded. The next step for you was harder to explain.
"Now, Ewan, I need some space."
He sat down on your couch, script to one side, the bastard having already memorized it all. And from there he watched live what he'd been craving for months, watching you pace back and forth. You read the annotations and your lines.
"They will never forgive our family for what I did," Ewan replied, intoning in the silky voice he gave Aemond.
"If it's any consolation, I doubt they would be willing to let us live even if we had given them the throne willingly, Aemond..." though you paced, your hands and gestures maintained theatricality, and you repeated the phrase three more times, all with trapped deliberation. "This pantomime of repentance can only convince Mother...but not me."
"What pantomime do you mean?" replied Aemond.
Then your character stopped looking at Aemond to stare at the Throne. In this case you stopped to stare at the ugly teacup. You had to hold back a smile. Ewan looked at it too.
"It's impossible to fool you, it always has been." Ewan got up from the sofa and approached you, as Aemond does with your character. "It is a crude, chaotic and ugly object, but always that which I have desired."
Then the laughter you'd been holding back escaped, unable to think of the mug as anything else. And Ewan laughed with you, all the tension disappearing instantly. Now he could understand the affection with which everyone spoke of you.
"I'm sorry, really," you said, getting serious again. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise, this is fun. I'm going to try your method. Shall we close our eyes?"
"That's right."
You closed them at the same time, thinking about the huge room, illuminated by a silver light that simulated the moon. And after a few seconds, Ewan opened his eyes to look at you. Although you didn't have your white hair, or the elegant dress, your eyes were the same, as beautiful and bright as they were behind the cameras. And he had the privilege of being the focus of your attention and having them in the foreground.
"Though I think I was always more subtle with another of my longings..." he whispered close to your lips.
"That you tried at least" you whispered back.
"When I get the throne I'll need someone as sharp as you to accompany me. There is no woman in the seven kingdoms who compares to you."
Then came the kiss. You looked into Ewan's eyes, up his nose and down to his lips. What was there left to throw yourself? Not much, but with him being so reclusive, with that being one of the few times you spoke to each other, it felt strange to pounce on him without consent. So you walked away, leaving the scene there.
"We can work this out with the director and the intimacy coordinator, if you like," Ewan suggested, a little flushed and extremely sweet.
You poured him a cup of tea while you discussed the romance that your characters might have developed over the years that the series skips. You imagined romantic scenes that might have led up to that kiss and concluded that they were a toxic couple, but possibly better than Rhaenyra and Daemon.
"You know, I love the way you act and I love that I discovered your process," he confessed. "I think the admiration part is not going to be too hard to act out."
"Oh...my process is really ridiculous, everyone laughs at me. I'm glad it at least works. But it gives me a hard time at auditions," you laughed nervously.
"Well, it's true that it's fun to watch. But it's certainly worth it. I don't think you have anything to envy the others, you're...magnetic." He said it with a seriousness that moved you, adding to his intense gaze. "I'm sorry I wasn't smart enough to tell you sooner, because I've been thinking about it since the day they put me in the same room you were in, back at the audition.â
You froze a little, so you just said what you felt in the simplest way and with the most honest smile.
"Thank you."
Ewan took the last sip of his tea and before he left you remembered one of the thousand questions you had for him.
"Is there a reason you haven't removed the scar? Something to do with method acting?"
"Scar?"
You touched his cheek, where the scar began, and Ewan understood instantly.
"Ah, gee, I completely forgot to go through makeup. I'll get a telling off tomorrow."
"Not if you sleep on it until tomorrow" you joked. "Let me help you, I love fake wounds."
You stood next to him, towering over him a little, and lifted the thin layer of silicone with the delicacy you had seen in make-up artists. You were envious of the woman who was in charge of characterising a person as curiously attractive as Ewan. He also smelled exaggeratedly good.
When you took it off, you threw it into the creepy teacup from earlier.
"I've almost run out from, the costume department before," he justified himself. You took the opportunity to wipe that part of her face with a makeup remover wipe. "I usually do this part myself..."
"I know, but I like it..."
And while you were stroking his face with the excuse of cleaning it, Ewan was watching your lips, and didn't notice that you had noticed. You pushed the wipe away, stroking his chin, and at the same time, you both pressed your lips together. A strange kiss, something special, sweet and soft. You stretched it out, standing almost still, afraid of what would happen if you broke apart. When you finally did, you looked at each other with a look of confusion, though neither you nor Ewan pulled away.
It was a dangerous idea, he was your partner, and you had been unprofessional. You broke away.
"I think you should rest. I've distracted you too much." Your tone came out agitated and Ewan rose slowly.
"No, it's all right. I liked it. I liked everything. Didn't you?" He had emphasised the word 'everything' and was looking at you with lambent eyes.
"Yes...I loved being with you."
He said goodbye with a smile of his, and you bowed at your door like a little girl. Most of the team had already gone to rest and you barely noticed.
You had to put on more concealer than usual the next day because of the lack of sleep you'd had from that strange kiss. Ewan had kept his promise and had arrived a good while earlier to re-rehearse the scene. You did it without the kiss or the lights, just with the director's instructions and with your cheeks flushed as you exchanged glances.
"Did you practice with the kiss?" the intimacy coordinator asked you.
You were completely silent. Ewan answered for you.
"Not really, maybe it's better to give a first kiss at the moment of the shot. More realism."
"Well, then I guess you've worked out the sexual tension and dynamics of your characters."
Ewan nodded and smiled, which made you smile. Had he put hours of sleep into your little meeting yesterday? Yes, he had, and he told the woman who was putting on his scar who asked him who had removed it the day before. When you returned to the set, lights on, costumes on, cameras rolling, Ewan looked at you in the distance, asking you with his eyes if you were ready. You nodded with a shy smile, and began to act when they shouted action.
Aemond, still dressed and coming from the castle library, walked into the empty throne room to watch you. You walked behind him, in a smart dressing gown, your hair loose and trying uselessly not to make a sound. Aemond then spoke aloud.
"They will never forgive our family for what I did."
You approached Ewan, who still wouldn't look at you.
"If it's any consolation, I doubt they would be willing to let us live even if we had given them the throne willingly, Aemond..." You leaned into him a little, as the director had recommended. He was so tall and so tense that you felt as safe as if you were leaning against a stone pillar. "This pantomime of repentance can only convince Mother...but not me." Then Aemond would look down to see you out of the corner of his eye, which made your character - and you - nervous.
"What pantomime do you mean?"
Then you looked at the throne, now there was no laughter to disturb you, only the terrible seat of swords before you. And Aemond was looking at it too.
"It's impossible to fool you, it always has been. It is a brutish, chaotic, ugly object, but always that which I have desired."
After a pause, he turned fully around to look at you, his height becoming primordial in that short distance. In that low light, Ewan's visible eye looked into your eyes, dropping to your lips subtly.
"Though I think I was always more subtle with another of my longings..." he whispered in his velvety tone.
"That you tried at least" you replied trying to keep your composure. If they knew how hard you were struggling not to fall to your knees at that moment they would have nominated you for an Emmy by now.
"When I get the throne I'll need someone as clever as you to accompany me. There is no woman in the seven kingdoms who compares to you."
He stroked your face gently, something that coming from Ewan was tender and expected, immensely pleasing, but then you remembered that Aemond could never be so gentle in the face of his urges, and you let your own out. You pressed yourself against him, pressing your lips together with all the assurance you had longed for the night before. You could feel Ewan intensify your kiss even more, placing his hand on your neck. All the possible kisses that had been going on in your head during the night were now dwarfed by the kiss that was happening right there. As fierce as your characters, with the longing you had just discovered that you and Ewan had shared for a year and a half.
It was only when they shouted 'cut' that you broke apart, catching your breath and barely breaking away. Some applause, chatter and comments from the team, you could hear little of what they were saying. You pulled away flushed, laughing at the sudden intensity. You looked at the director as Ewan smoothed his jacket.
"Let's look at the shot, I think it was simply perfect, congratulations."
Another round of applause, and you felt Ewan brush your unruly hair out of your face, stroking it as he ruffled your hair.
"What a pity not to have to repeat this scene..." He confessed.
"That's the thing about being so talented," you joked.
"Obviously..." he removed his patch and turned back to you to ask in a quieter voice, "although I'd love to have more private acting classes with you..."
You smiled at the hint.
"I'll give them to you if in exchange you let me remove your fake scars again."
"Deal."
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THE ROOMMATE ęŤ - JJK
synopsis: your hot roommate brings out the dirtiest side of you
parings: roommate!jk x pervy!roommate!reader
warnings: mature language and content, spying, solo masturbation, lewd thoughts, slight jealously, underwear stealing, abnormal behavior (on both parts) mentions of pillow humping, wet dreams, fantasies, etc.
genre: smut, drabble
word count: 660
a/n: quick little one shot as a thank you for all the love youâve been showing me, i promise to keep writing the filthiest works for you guys <3
pervy!roommate!reader who has jungkook completely fooled. he thinks his cute housemate is so innocent. what he doesnât know is that youâre a deranged slut thatâs been yearning for him since youâve laid eyes on him.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs attraction to jungkook starts off as something sane. your behavior progresses into stuffing your pussy to the thought of him, stealing his used boxers and trotting around in them when heâs not home, and staining the same pillows he lays his head on with your sticky cum.
pervy!roommate!reader who goes brain dead whenever jungkook is speaking to her. whether itâs about your half of the rent or what groceries you want him to go get, the only thing you can think about his having his dick down your throat.
pervy!roommate!reader who wakes up with her panties clinging to her pussy from the wet dreams she has about jungkook, desperately wishing to make the images of getting destroyed by him into a reality. every morning is a constant routine of rubbing your sensitive clit, hoping heâs listening to your soft cries for him on the other side.
pervy!roommate!reader who feels like she hits the jackpot when she catches jungkook fisting his huge cock in his room. the door is cracked open just the right amount to where she can spy. itâs so wrong to invade his privacy, she has time to walk away, to shut his door even. instead she feels her fingers creeping up to cup her breast, rolling it around while her teeth sink into her bottom lip. this could be her moment, her chance to finally relieve his dick that looks like itâll burst any second if it doesnât have a cunt squeezing around it. instead she falls back, rubbing one out while watching him before going back to bed.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs visibly upset every time jungkook brings a girl over, dramatically slamming her bedroom door and making noises around the apartment to disturb him and his company. suddenly she needs jungkook for every little issue she has which causes his little hookup to dip out on him. heâd be more upset if his roommate wasnât enough eye candy for him to get off to alone. either way heâs satisfied.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs scent on jungkooks pillows doesnât go unnoticed. heâs breathing you in every night in the spot where he lays his head. your aromas make his dick stand up, aching and hurting from neglect. he could call someone over, he has girls lined up and waiting for him. yet the only thing that sounds satisfying is his pretty little roommate. he thinks heâs going crazy when he hears your small pants and moans of his name with the wet, sloppy sounds of your cunt following after.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs panties start going missing and popping up with globs of white substances in them and notices her roommate avoiding her more often. jungkook is suddenly too busy to hang out and too busy to have dinner with you. jungkook starts getting risky, leaving his door open while pumping his cock. he only does it when youâre not home, just in hopes that youâd walk in and drop to your knees when you saw him struggling to cum without your touch.
pervy!roommate!reader whoâs nerves are running rampant at her and jungkooks game of cat and mouse. when he sends her a âwe need to talkâ text various scenarios and thoughts begin to go through her head. yet nothing could prepare her for jungkookâs distressed expression as she sits in front of him on the sofa and he runs a tired hand over his face while hovering over her. her eyes widen, watching the bulge in his pants grow to an inhuman size. and she sure as hell wasnât prepared for his next proposal, something she thought sheâd never hear from him.
âdoll, as much as i love licking your slick off my pillows how about you use my cock from now on? yeah?â
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