#phantom!xiaojun

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imagine xiaojun strokes his leather glove over your sensitive thighs, watching your expression in the mirrored wall in front of you, smirking as your legs tremble due to his touch. the second your eyes flutter shut, he tuts, ripping his hand away and as he says “no. eyes open. keep them in the mirror, pretty girl…. i want you to watch how you fall apart with the simplest touch” — 🎱

Screaming crying sliding down the wall this is such a pretty picture. K but i’m imagining this with phantom!xiaojun, right in front of that famed, ornate mirror that marks the path to his domain. He has you in front of it now, your hands braced on the glass. Your corset is undone and barely resting on your body, your thin robe billowing around you, the fabric resting on the curves of your body. He stands behind you, pressed against you. It always amazes you, how the poltergeist’s touch can be so tangible. You can feel the coolness of his body right against your ass, his chest practically molded to your back. You can feel a soft, subtle warmth in his fingers as he strokes your folds, as if caressing the petals of a flower to draw out the scent and extract the nectar from within. You push back against his incorporeal touch, chasing the hints of pleasure that just barely ghost over where you’re most sensitive. He watches intently as you fall apart, as your hips jerk and your ass moves back against him, as your breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath you take, as your hands slip on the glass in front of you. At one point, you close your eyes when the pleasure surges intensely, and all at once his touch stops. His hands move from your core to your thighs, stroking your inner thighs. One of his hands grasps your chin, gently turning your attention to meet his gaze in the mirror. 

“Keep your eyes open for me, ma chérie. I want to watch you fall apart for me, while you sing for me an aria of bliss.” He murmurs in your ear, lips ghosting right over the spot where your jaw meets your neck, and fuck you want him to kiss that spot so bad. You see the heated edge to his icy stare and it send a shockwave right through you. You do as he says, keeping your gaze focused on the way you fall apart as he pleases you. He doesn’t even have to slip his fingers inside. All he has to do is rub your clit and stroke your folds with that half tangible, phantom touch, to have you drenched in a deluge of delight. And he watches on eagerly, hungrily, his lust for you building as he watches you come undone.

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hello its me gwen ive risen from my grave (i do it every couple months its a regular thing)

xiaojun as a phantom that can conjure himself into a human body and appears in your wet dreams 😫 but you have no idea that he's actually laying beside you while you're dreaming 😏

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please the thought of him appearing in your dreams over and over is already so appealing. he looks literally unreal, far more beautiful than any man you've ever met. the smoky shadow that lines his eyes always draws you in, his elegant hand outstretched to invite you closer. night after night, you dream of those hands between your lips, those soft lips of his upon yours, his cool skin pressed against you. night after night, you're pressed against a different surface as he fucks you. sometimes it's on a plush bed, sometimes it's in the middle of a woodland landscape, sometimes it's against a column in a large building. but every time he tastes so good, his kisses rich and sweet like chocolate upon your tongue, inviting you to taste him more and more. everytime he feels so good, giving you mind numbing pleasure with no effort at all. and when he does exert more effort, when his cocky smirks give way to more fucked out expressions, when you see him getting just as ruined as you are, that's when you scream for him and your entire body rolls with waves of ecstasy.

seeing him lose himself, seeing his silver hair getting out of place and falling around his face, seeing his thick brows knit and furrow, seeing that sweet mouth saying the filthiest of things of how much he loves fucking you, how he yearns for this night after night, it's beyond appealing, easily the most erotic thing you've ever seen in your life. his cries of your name are so melodic and beautifully wanton, as if he's singing your praises, as if he's using his voice to worship and revere you as much as he's using his body. he fucks you like he's giving himself to you, rolling his hips so you feel every inch of him with each thrust, his chest hovering right above yours until you make the move and pull him flush against you. he moans in your ear, his low murmurs turning into gasping cries as he holds onto you. he fucks you until you're both cumming hard, with him filling you to the brim with his release, while your core pulses rhythmically around him, forming the tempo while your harmonizing voices create a melody of ecstasy.

he's never felt more alive in all his existence than when he met you. that's why he visits you night after night, completely drawn to you. you're the perfect prima donna in every way. the opera house has known no one better, no greater talent, no one more captivating as you. he loves being with you like this, getting to see a whole new side of you that your adoring public will never get to see. this part, the most beautiful part, is for his eyes and his alone. you love the incredible dreams he gives you, almost as much as you love being with him during waking hours. but times like this, when you can't quite make the trek to the catacombs and across the underground lake, you appreciate that he comes to you. you appreciate that he lulls you to sleep with impeccable pleasure, praising you and mingling words of lust with words of admiration, and kisses you to sleep. you feel the back of his hand caress the curve of your face, just as you feel his lips upon yours. you feel it in your dream, just as his lips press against yours while you rest in your bed.

"bonne nuit, ma chérie." he whispers every night right in your ear, letting his lips brush over the shell of your ear. he lays beside you, always careful to disappear before anyone can see him, anyone but you. but while the moon shines high in the sky, he lays next to you in bed, holding your warm body against his cooler form, letting your warmth make him feel alive for another night.

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Comfort crowd- a xiao dejun fic

TW: arguing, food mention, tears, xiaojun is soft, proposal, ten is there, fluff, I love xiaojun

word count| 1,408

Going out meant returning home, something you should have done sooner. How could a simple argument lead to this? As you stand outside the door to the shared apartment, you shiver, whether it’s from the cold or the thought of facing him after being so weak-willed. How could you have been so ignorant? To treat him like garbage after all he’s done for you. Up until this fight, there had been nothing serious. Maybe you were still in the honeymoon phase, and this sanctimonious time in your relationship was coming to a close, showing the true colors of your relationship…

But no, it had been three years. That was longer than the average honeymoon phase lasted. You missed the smiling boy you were used to, not the red-eyed, puffy-faced man arguing with you days ago.

Nothing had felt like this before. You resented your snide comment about him not wanting to spend time with you anymore, about him pulling away. But, more than the comment, you hated how defensive he got.

You missed your boyfriend, his smell, his eyes, his presence. You missed everything about him, yes, even the forced Harry Potter marathons you would share every other month. Sure, the movies got old, and if you had to watch them alone, you were sure you would wish they were never made. But everything with him was refreshing.

Granted, Dejun was always the defensive type, and you had found that aspect of him endearing until you had reason to believe he was hiding something from you.

You felt your stomach drop again, as it had done the many nights before when you stayed at Chittaphon’s house, crying into the pillows he kept in the spare bedroom. He understood your situation but refused to villainize you or your partner. This wasn’t his battle. He knew you had to figure it out for yourself. He also made sure to tell your boyfriend that you were safe.

“Maybe he’s just going through something,” your friend mused.

“No, it’s different than any other time, Ten. He’s never been like this.”

All he offered you was a shrug and a warm meal, something you were highly grateful for.

Did Dejun still care for you? You knew you cared for him more than anyone else who had entered your life before; you considered him your safe haven. When you had worries or insecurities bubbling and rising to the surface of your mind, he could tell and was quick to shoot them down, telling you how much he cherished and adored you.

And he did.

This was confirmed by the door swinging open to reveal his disheveled frame, looking at you like you were the center of his universe.

Too shocked to say anything, you stared at him with wide eyes and swallowed, feeling the tears start again.

“Are you really just going to stand in the cold..? It’s freezing out here, doesn’t be stupid.” He pulled you inside, studying your flushed face and body. “God… you’re ice cold. How long were you standing out there?”

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, sniffling and burying your face into his neck to inhale his scent. Then, you begin crying as the comforting smell of vanilla and musk invades your nostrils.

His arms followed a tentative path around your waist, slowly pulling you closer until he couldn’t anymore. Then, rubbing small circles on your mid back, he shushed you and swayed gently.

Once you had calmed down, he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you away to wipe your face with the sleeve of the mauve sweater you had bought him.

You blubbered and began to speak, “I’m so-sorry. I didn’t mean to disappear like that, I know you must have been angry at me and I just- I let my emotions get the better of me- I know it wasn’t right bu-“, you felt yourself getting choked up again, and he stopped you with a sudden kiss to your lips.

“You had every right to take time to yourself.”, he assured you, eyes locking with yours. “I was upset too, and I understand you needed time to yourself, I just wish you had told me before I heard it from Ten.”

“He told you?”

“Do you think I would have left you alone if I didn’t know you were safe? I was mad, but I’m not a monster. Do you think so lowly of me?” he teased, smiling slightly.

Even though a fight, he cared for you and ensured you were doing well, messaging Chittaphon every day to check in on you and ensure you were eating and getting rest. God, how you love this man.

“So, let’s try this again,” he offered as he led you to sit on the couch. “What got you so upset in the first place?”

With a few moments of preparation,

you were ready to make your statement.

“Lately, it just… you felt different. Distant, like you didn’t want to spend time with me.”

In response, Dejun sucked on his teeth, his hand running through his hair, a nervous tick you had picked up on early on in your relationship.

“Whenever I tried to hang out with you, you said you were busy, and I felt like… I just wasn’t important to you.. I guess. Sorry, I know that probably sounds stupid-“

“It’s not stupid,” he interjected, brow furrowing, “Your feelings are your feelings, don’t let anyone take them away or make them feel invalid.”

Dejun took a breath.

“Look, it’s just…” he groaned, “Okay, fine. You know what? You’re just ruining your surprise, so that’s on you.”

You blinked at him, observing as his hand ran through his thick hair again. You always loved playing with his hair, feeling the silky strands in your fingers, and listening to him hum in pleasure. He was so beautiful; all you wanted to do was take him in again as if it were the first time.

The question, “Did you hear me at all?” snapped you out of your thoughts for the second time that day.

A confused “Huh?” was all you could muster as a reply.

He covered his face in his hands, embarrassed to have to repeat himself.

You had never heard him speak as fast as he did when his hands left his face.

“Okay-sobasicallyIwasthinkingaboutourfutureandstuff-“he rambled.

“Jun, slow down.”

He took a deep breath, frustrated. “Okay-okay- I was weird and distant because I was looking for the right time to ask, but you’re basically ruining that.”

His eyes darted around the room.

“I want you to consider marrying me.”

You couldn’t stop your jaw from dropping while your poor boyfriend became a puddle on the couch, disappearing into his hands and groaning, wishing he could disappear.

“Listen, you don’t have to say yes, okay? Don’t feel pressured or anything..”

“Xiao Dejun, you absolute idiot-“you said, smacking him with a pillow, “You ignored me for weeks. Are you joking right now, asshole?” you finished your point with another smack from your trusty pillow.

“I was just waiting for the right time, okay!?” he pawed at your weapon as you continued your assault.

“So you acted like a dumbass!?”

“Well-no! I mean, I guess I did; sorry about that-STOP. SMACKING ME!” he tore the cushion from your grasp, pulling you against him as he threw it across the room.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Oh my god, Dejun. I’ll marry you, you doofus.”

He smiled, searching your eyes for regret before crashing his lips onto yours, which you quickly reciprocated.

You had missed the taste of him more than you had ever realized.

After a few moments, you pulled away, staring at him.

And he did the same, eyes picking apart every millimeter of your face, searching for inhibitions but finding none.

“I love you so much.”

“I’m going to be your spouse….” you mused, testing out how your name would sound with a new surname. Not bad, not bad at all.

“You’re so lovely, do you know that?” he pulled you back into his chest, laying down, “You’re my gorgeous, gorgeous pearl.”

You happily laid your head on his chest, smiling. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

“I know,” he said, smirking at you and cocking an eyebrow.

“Xiao!”

“What? You said it, I’m just agreeing!”

“You dork…”

And as you nuzzled into his chest, sighing happily while he squeezed your waist, you knew you belonged in his arms.

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