#mwah mwah you are SOOOOO smart and sexy as always!!!!

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🧸 Asks: "... Elias is a bookworm. Taylor writes slutty friendfic. *pounds my teddy bear fists on the table* Elias needs to find the fic!!! Let him find one that is absolutely just Taylor's self-insert getting real kinknasty with a Suspiciously Familiar Edwardian Ghost Man!!!!! 💋🧸"

Content: spanking, hair pulling, virginity kink, oral fingering, gagging, bondage, praise kink, invasion of privacy

"How am I, a groom abandoned at the altar, to ever feel desirable again?" The ghost hunter lowers his EMF reader, feeling a pang of guilt and... something else. Something deeper in his stomach. A roiling heat that has plagued him since he first laid eyes on this very ghost. He can no longer deny the feeling. No longer pretend he doesn't know what it is. It is arousal. Lust for the old fashioned ghost who he has hunted for so long. Somewhere along the way, his obsession had turned into desire. And now he feels it in his whole body. A desire—no, a need— for the ghost lamenting before him. "But you are desirable..." The ghost hunter takes a step forward, fingers brushing along the ghost's cold spectre of a hand. "To me." The ghost flushes a brilliant blue, eyes widening. The ghost hunter expects him to recoil. To push him away and demand he leave the mansion forever. On the contrary, the ghost pulls him close and—

Elias gnaws on his lower lip guiltily as he puts the notebook down. He knows he shouldn't be snooping like this. But Taylor has always been so secretive about these notebooks. Really, could he blame Elias for wanting to know what's inside? But now he knows, he should put it down...

He flips forward a few pages instead.

The ghost's large hand comes down on his ass once more, leaving it stinging and red. The ghost hunter cries out, cock leaking precum over the ghost's spectral thigh. The ghost reaches for his switch, eyes dark with arousal and admiration as he watches the ghost hunter squirm in his lap. "Are you ready for the rest of your punishment, my love?"

Elias can feel the heat in his face, his neck, his chest... Is this what Taylor thinks about at night? Is this what Taylor thinks... about him?

He flips forward a few more pages.

The ghost groans in appreciation for how tight the ghost hunter is. "I am flattered you saved yourself for me, my love. I would promise to be gentle, but it would seem that's not what you want..." The ghost hunter cries out as the ghost begins to fuck him. It's fast, rough. A ghostly hand tangles in his hair and pulls, tearing a moan from his throat. He can't help but enjoy the way the ghost uses him.

A few more flips.

"What do you say, my love?" The ghost hunter tries to speak around the fingers in his mouth, but they simply push further down his throat until he begins to gag. He tugs at the ropes, but to no avail. The ghost won't let him go so easily. "Good boys use their bodies to tell me what they want. And you're a good boy, aren't you, my love?" The ghost hunter cries out and nods, tears welling in his eyes at the thought of being a good boy for the handsome ghost. A hand glides through his hair soothingly, settling him down as the fingers return to lightly rubbing against his tongue.

Elias can feel the strain against his pants as his cock hardens. He can't help but imagine himself and Taylor re-enacting each scene. How beautiful Taylor would look in all of these positions. Perhaps he could just borrow this...

"Elias?" Taylor rounds the doorway with a grin. "I think I found a— oh. Fuck."