#mLm

[miguel-owhora]

crack idea but ghost!09!ghost would be such a possessive bastard. he ends up accidentally haunting your new house and he's sooo enamored by you, constantly following you around and cooing over you even if you can't see him. stroking your face and hugging you from behind, touching your muscles and leaning on you, even going as far as to hump you and maybe even ride your dick - and if it helps that you sleep like the dead (no pun intended) then that's for him to abuse.

he'd get pretty pissed when you bring a new guy around, a loser by the name of simon (coincidentally enough), and he hates how close you two are. how he gives you the softest eyes whenever you're not looking, how he sticks close to you, how you sleep together, how you fuck into his fluttering, wet pussy - it infuriates him.

and it angers him even more when simon's fully aware of ghost's existence, how he can literally see his disembodied spirit. and how simon mocks ghost by showing off how lucky he is to have someone like you, how good your cock feels filling him up.

[beansprean]

sire behavior smh

My Familiar’s Ghost part 76

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ID: 1a. Hips up of Guillermo standing in the doorway, arms now uncrossed as he pushes himself upright with one hand braced on the frame, the other half up and clenched in a fist. Offscreen, Laszlo mumbles 'Fucking hell, Nandor;' Dolly says 'Always a drama with this one, reh?' and Colin pipes up cheerfully, 'Wow, that burned right up, didn't it? Heheh!' Offscreen from the other side, Nandor states firmly, 'I will make some calls.' Guillermo looks in his direction, expression concerned and a little confused, asking, 'Phone calls?' 1b. Shoulders up of Nandor in profile, sneering as he flicks his eyes over toward Guillermo. 'Ether calls,' he corrects. 1c. Wide shot of the fancy room from the doorway, the projector sitting dark on the coffee table in the center and the screen burnt to strips and still smoking in front of the fireplace. Nandor stands in front of his armchair on the left, hands on his hips, and huffs out a pompous sigh as he fixes his glare across the room and says, 'That's how vampires communicate. You know so much, you should know this.' Guillermo, close up in profile in the foreground, just stares at him with pursed lips. In the background, Colin, keeping his eyes on Nandor, cautiously creeps across the room toward where Laszlo, Nadja, and Dolly sit on the loveseat exchanging nervous glances. 1d. Wide shot of the from the left side as Guillermo takes a few steps into the room. He fiddles anxiously with his collar with his right hand and fixes a cautiously hopeful gaze on Nandor, asking, 'Will you...show me how?' Nandor, his back to the viewer, turns his head to meet Guillermo's eyes with some surprise. In the background, Colin is now perched on the arm of the loveseat next to Laszlo, who sits with his hands in his lap. Nadja has pulled Dolly fully into her lap, arms wrapped comfortingly around her. They all fix wide, nervous gazes on Guillermo.

2a. Repeat. Colin, Laszlo, Nadja, and Dolly flick their eyes over to Nandor like they're watching a tennis match. Nandor turns his body to face Guillermo and glares stubbornly, leaning forward in an accusatory way as he spits, 'You don't need my help.' Guillermo laces his fingers together over his belly and looks demurely at the floor, admitting, 'Maybe not.' 2b. Close up of Guillermo from slightly above, from Nandor's POV. He flicks his gaze up to look at Nandor, a nervous but determined set to his brow. His eyes are steady as he proclaims, 'I still want it, though.' 2c. Reverse shot close up of Nandor, leaning back slightly and staring at Guillermo with a contemplative frown and a deep crease between his brows. He says nothing for a moment. 2d. Medium shot from outside the room as Nandor turns sideways to slip past Guillermo and into the hall. Nandor closes his eyes in resignation and sighs, relenting. 'Yes, fine, fine. Come with me. Needy fucking guy...' Guillermo's gaze follows him, a delighted and relieved smile on his face as he turns and pulls his arms back to allow Nandor to pass. 2e. Knees up of the folks on the loveseat back in the fancy room. Colin slumps where he sits, letting out a heavy breath as if he had been holding it, one hand pressed to his sternum. He says, 'Oh, jeepers, that was hard.' Laszlo grins and pats Colin's leg, praising, 'Excellent restraint, my boy.' Nadja and Dolly exchange glances, each with an eyebrow raised. /end ID

[princessloverboy]

dying... the only way to save me is tummy kisses........ btw.............

[mikatoonist]

hope im not too late but…

… it had to be done 🤭

singing challenge next season, please 🙏

og picture below!

[beeclops]

S2E3 promo!

[cyberrfangs]

“Once More to See You” — . . . Mitski ♬

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IN WHICH. . .

The thought that always seem to cloud your mind, Nick announcing you as his boyfriend. Now seems more distant than ever with Nicks reluctance and growing fear.

WARNINGS: male!reader, angst, use of Y/n, cursing

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“BUT with everybody watching us, our every move”

“WE do have reputation”

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The chill early-autumn breeze rushed past my face, the cold wind biting at my nose and cheeks.

The sun began to set as the sky was painted with a beautiful ombré of orange and blue, making my eyes flutter with admiration.

Shutting the sturdy metal door to my car, my fingers working to hit the lock button on my keys before turning to walk up the hard cement of the Sturniolo’s driveway. My shoes tapping the ground rhythmically.

I stepped onto the porch, unlocking the front door with the key Nick gifted me on our two month anniversary, that, now, being almost three months ago.

With a soft smile, I stepped past into their inviting and cozy home. My cold face being gifted with the warm air embracing my body. Almost like muscle memory, I slipped off my shoes and left them by the front door, walking up the stairs and towards Nick’s room.

A giddy feeling rushed through my body as I knocked on his door, hearing his voice on the other side as I opened it. A smile soon falling over his lips as his eyes met mine.

“Y/nnnn, I was waiting for you. What took you so long?” Nick whined, yet a smile remained playing on his delicate lips.

I glanced over at the laptop sitting in his lap over the soft blankets draped over the lower half of his body, Nick having his back positioned up against the headboard of his bed. Obviously in the works of editing a video.

“Hey, sorry. Didn’t know traffic could still be that hectic at such an hour.” I sighed softly, matching his energy as I slipped off my jacket, laying it carefully on the chair of his desk. Wasting no time as I climbed into his bed beside him.

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With our shoulders leaned together, our warmth mingling, I watched as he worked on the upcoming car video for him and his brothers. A certain thought plaguing my mind.

“Hey... Nick?” My voice rang out, catching his attention as he looked over at me. Our eyes meeting as I turned my head to face him, a longing gleam playing in my orbs.

“Yeah?” He spoke soon after, his hand taking solace into my own beneath the blanket as his thumb ran along the back of my hand in a soothing pattern.

“I’ve been thinking about this for awhile, I never really knew how, or when to ask it.” My voice trailed off, looking down at the keys of his laptop.

The silence ate away at me for a moment. Feeling guilt erode at my mind for feeling scared to ask the one I adored so much a simple question, a question in which another person wouldn’t even hesitate to ask.

“It’s just… when are we going to come out to the public about us? I mean, we have been dating for awhile now.” I spoke, looking back up at him as our eyes locked once more. An unreadable expression across his face, my nerves growing at just this simple action of his.

His hand left mine beneath the covers, his face turning away from mine.

“I don’t know, Y/n. We don’t know how they will react. It’s better for me and you.” He sighed, looking back down at the laptop.

His words made my chest ache with longing, but also with impatience.

“Nick, we can’t keep avoiding this. We are going to have to come clean soon, why not now?” I said, knowing what would happen if I continued this. But continuing to push.

“Y/n, I just need you to listen to me. Please.” His tone remained calm, yet his eyes refused to look at me.

“No, Nick. How am I supposed to listen to you when you can’t even tell your fans about us?” I sighed, feeling myself growing more and more frustrated with him and his words.

“You don’t get it. You don’t know what it’s like to be under pressure how I am.” He said, his voice stern. Almost nothing like the voice he had consistently used when addressing me.

“Well how am I supposed to do that when you don’t talk to me about these things?” I huffed out, looking away from him as I let my body fall back slumped against the headboard of his bed.

“Why are you here, Y/n? I didn’t invite you over here to just bother me about this.” I heard him sigh, the rolling of his eyes evident in his tone.

The silence hung heavy in the air, finding myself pulling my lips into a straight line. My patience wearing thin.

“Look, we just have to wait for the right time.” He spoke, setting his hand onto my leg above the covers. Once a gesture that would make butterflies flutter in my stomach, now made my fists clench.

“Is there ever going to be a right time, Nick? I mean, seriously. How long am I going to be stuck here waiting for something that should be already done?” I snapped, my voice raising as I turned my head to look at him. His expression moving from shock, to the matched anger in my own.

“I’m sorry, okay? Is that what you want me to say? I’m so fucking sorry that I’m trying to keep you safe, to keep you from getting dragged into a whirlwind of shit that I really don’t think you could handle!” His words cracked a part deep within me, trying my best not to let him acknowledge it.

“What can’t I handle? What do you think is so fucking cruel and twisted that makes you think I can’t handle it?” I pushed myself from off the bed, Nick following as he stood up from his side of the bed. His laptop falling shut onto the plush blankets.

“Me being seen with you!” He shouted, his words catching me off guard.

My expression faltered, the lump in my throat forming as I felt tears cloud my vision. My shoulders tensing.

“Sure, the public know that I’m gay. But what are they going to do when they actually see it happening? When they see I’m with someone like you?” His words cut through me, his harsh yet honest tone making my stomach churn.

I felt the first tear slip from my eye, many more following after it as my eyes could only stay locked onto Nick. My heart yearning for something that my mind couldn’t yet think of.

I watched as his expression of anger slowly slipped from his face, a sigh falling from him as he ran his hands down his face.

“Look, Y/n—“

“I’m gonna go.” I whispered, cutting him off as I turned around and walked quickly to his door. My hand enveloping the cold handle as I pushed it open, not even caring enough to look back or to even go back for my jacket.

I didn’t even try to hold back my tears in that moment, letting them flow freely down my cheeks as I stepped down the steps at a quickened pace. Knowing that the longer I was here, the harder it would be to let go.

As my feet hit the ground in front of the front door, I quickly slipped on my shoes, a pathetic sob falling from my lips as I didn’t even bother tying them. Hurriedly opening the front door as I grabbed my keys from my pocket, stumbling to unlock it as I almost tripped over my untied laces. Only causing me to me cry even harder.

Once I managed to pull myself into my car, my chest rising and falling unevenly with each sob and sniffle. I started my car with shaky hands, the catchy chorus that played now being muted out by my mind.

I pulled away from the Sturniolos house, the sound of my cars engine the only thing filling my ears. Keeping me from hearing my own cries and seemingly endless thoughts.

Twilight now painting the sky a dark black, not a star in sight. Tears clouding my vision.

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NOTE:

WOULD you guys want a part 2 to this? I’m torn between writing one or just leaving it as this for you all to use your imaginations.

ALSO I am actually so desperate for some requests😓. I’m out of ideas and need some ideas, PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS🙏🙏

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

[b-yyearns]

i know ive said this many different times many different ways but let me kiss a boy stupid till hes blushing, grinning silly, and just absolutely floating on cloud 9

[trans-faggot]

When boys when boys when boys make that little "Ah ah ah ah" sound as you're fucking them into the mattress

That's it that's the post

[carnalgarnish]

Yeah sex is great but have you tried staring at a powerful white haired man on a screen

[miguel-owhora]

Mother's Day but you and the 141 celebrate it by fucking the shit out of Price and servicing him :)! Holding him down and eating his pussy out until he's squirting or giving him the sloppiest head ever, one if you guys lying underneath him and filling his pretty hole up while the others stuff his pussy or ride his dick, and another fucks his mouth and the other fucks his fist djdjdn

[gaypolls]

*whatever it is you typically call yourself. not necessarily every single label that might fit.

for example, if you're a gay trans man but you don't disclose the fact that you're trans to anyone for safety or dysphoria reasons, you can answer based on the label "gay man" if you want. it's up to you and whatever feels accurate to your life.

**as in, what your label(s) is/are widely understood to mean is not how you personally use them

[manetkashaneskisser]

:3

cr: @mimiqyum on Telegramm.

[achillean-yearning]

my boyfriend talks while being oh so sleepy and tired and i just casually lose my mind over how fuckin adorable he is

[kayyamden]

the spirit is definitely there ..?

[princessloverboy]

me :((