open to: fionn callaghan | @shiveringteeth
location: blue & fionn’s apartment
The water was growing colder now, and this was one Blue’s terms to finally pull himself out of the water once and for all. He'd spend hours lying there, head just above the surface, to see how far he could go and how still he could lie. He craved the desperation of those breaths, wondering just how much he could convince himself he needed them. He used it to remind himself that he was, in fact, not drowning. All it did, though, was weigh him down with water in his lungs and nothing more.
Sometimes Fionn was a better reminder in the figurative sense, a force that was stronger than any physical threat Blue had faced in a long time. He'd interrupt the calm of the water, the quiet bursts of soap just at the top filling the silence just barely over his feigned breathing. Fionn would send out ripples and waves to break the wallow Blue sat in for hours. He'd do it to remind himself that he was clean of mistakes from the past, that the water and soap had done its job and there was separation between now and then until Fionn came in and showed what dirty really was.
He should have gotten out, but instead, he reached over from between the man to turn on the faucet once more. Even Fionn's presence wasn't warm enough to make the lukewarm water worth lingering in. As he fought the rusty handle, something in the corner of his eye flickered from the bathroom floor under the dull lighting. Blue leaned over the edge of the tub. His movements were slow, barely a wake where they both lied as he stared at it. There was no fucking way.
Note: “My request is for Ghostbusters 2016 and it’s a Rowan x reader smut story. Prompt:’ you’d make love to me in this form’. I know this sounds crazy but I just wanna see how it goes.” Men turning into monsters is always fun to write about. This isn’t the weirdest would involve I’ve written.
Rowan making good use of his new ghost powers would involve…
Pumping you full of ectojism when he’s in his default form. There’s no more need for contraception. In the event of you actually wanting kids, he can just possess some nubile man.
Him already possessing numerous people to sexually satisfy you. Rowan has a knack for picking gorgeous hosts on his own.
Transformations mostly meant to innocently amuse you. One day he transforms into a cute 2D-animated ghost before enlarging himself into a more intimidating (but still somewhat cartoonish) spook.
Realizing you two have never actually had sex while he was transformed...
“You’d make love to me in this form?”
You nodding, almost drooling. It’s not sexy, like the guys he chooses to possess for you. If anything, he looks like a slightly less plump Oogie Boogie. But your eyelids are lowered and you’re rubbing your things together.
Rowan listening as you explain that you’ve always loved watching movies with monster transformations, whether the end result is intentionally sexy or not. Ah, okay, your boyfriend thinks. This revelation means that he’s going to have a lot of fun with your fleshy form.
A nice thick d!ck for you to play with being conjured from where his groin would be. A glob of glowing pre/cum oozes from the slit. You don’t know whether to stretch your mouth or c/u/n/t around it first. You opt for the latter.
Rowan making sure his tool is nice and slick. He picks you up like you’re nothing and an ecstatic chill runs down your spine. You’re asked if you’d like him to float and you nod before shuddering as your hole is spread wide.
His feet hovering off the floor as he keeps you bouncing gently. His large arms effortlessly keep you pressed against him. Your eyes were screwed shut but you two manage to share one loving glance before your womb is blasted full of his ectoplasmic se/men. An impossible feat if he wasn’t spectral.
Your pillow talk—his “body” being used as a pillow by you—consisting of how he’d like to take you next. What other forms Rowan thinks you’d like, based on movies you’ve watched together. Would you like to sketch some character designs? Maybe your BF could also morph a host’s body...
Tags: Ghost AU, Character death, haunting, no starfleet, modern day au, gothic romance, single parent, ghostly babysitter, masturbation, hand jobs, oral sex from a ghost, paranormal sexual encounters, gay sex
Thanks so much to @yourtropegirl for being my beta
I stole the story idea from @goingknowherewastaken ’s ficlet for day #9 A no Nonsense Man because it gave me bunnies
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When they got back to the farmhouse Jojo ran inside and straight up the stairs to play with her unseen friend. Leonard could still hear her running around upstairs and then silence while she was hiding and laughter when Jimmy had obviously found her and then more running footsteps. It would seem to anyone outside of the situation as nothing but innocent fun and the imagination of a child, but Leonard had another view of it.
She had plenty to talk about at dinner, and Leonard listened with a smile on his face because the little girl’s happiness was a wonder to see. If this was a ghost and not just an imaginary friend he did not seem to be dangerous. It was still a strange situation to him though, and he liked to think he was wrong in believing it was anything more than Jojo's imagination.
The rest of the night went by without incident and just as Leonard was about to put Jojo to bed there was a knock at the door. Leonard sent Jojo up to brush her teeth as he went to see who it was.
When he looked out the window, he could see Nyota was standing there. Leonard opened the door and invited her inside. "Wow, this place is beautiful," she gushed as she looked around downstairs. The way she moved from room to room made Leonard think she was looking for something.
"Yeah, it's a great, old house. Pike really kept it up nicely, and Jojo loves having room to run around. it's quite a change from the little apartment we were in before." He followed after her as she looked in every room until returning to the foyer and the foot of the stairs.
"The wood floor up front here, at the bottom of the stairs, is stained a darker shade than the rest of the house. I wonder why that is?" She asked, looking at the floor in the foyer.
"Yeah, I had wondered that too, but after hearing about the home's history from Pike today, I'm not sure I really want to know." Leonard grimaced at the thought that the handsome young man in the picture on Chris' desk may have been right there in the last moments of his life.
Just then Jojo came bounding down the stairs, already in her pajamas. "Daddy, I brushed my teeth, and Jimmy helped me into my pjs. Is it time for a bedtime story?" She looked up at him smiling before noticing they had a guest. "Oh, hi Ms.Uhura. What are you doing here?"
When Nyota didn't answer right away, Leonard noticed that she was staring at a spot at the top of the stairs with a slight smile on her face. Then she suddenly turned her attention to the little girl. "Why I just came by to see your daddy and check out your new home. It's a lovely house. Do you like it here?"
"Oh yeah, I love it!" Jojo was practically bouncing in place.
"I'll have to come back for a grand tour sometime when it's not bedtime and you can show me around." Nyota smiled down at her.
"Okay!"
Leonard bent down and scooped the little girl up, "She's right though, it is your bedtime. Nyota if you want to wait in the living room I'll be right back down."
"Sure Leonard, I think we've got a lot to talk about." The smile she gave him and the way her gaze shifted back to the top of the stairs seemed a little odd to him, but he shrugged it off and took Jojo upstairs to get her all tucked in.
When Leonard made it back downstairs he found Nyota sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. “I hope you don’t mind, I found the wine and poured myself a glass. I also poured you some scotch, I think you’re going to need it.”
“I would have offered you some wine when I got back down here anyhow, so you just saved me some time,” he smiled at her before sitting down in the arm chair next to the couch. “So do you want to tell me why you’re really here? Am I in trouble or something?”
She put her hand on his thigh, “No, no Leonard nothing of the sort. It’s about what you said earlier today about Joanna’s imaginary friend.”
“Oh Nyota I don’t know what I was talking about, I'm sure it's nothing. I mean, Chris had just told me about the former owner’s death and I think it just shocked me a bit. I didn’t mean it.” He tried to make it sound as convincing as he could, last thing he needed was to be fired because they thought he was nuts.
“Really Leonard, are you sure about that.” She eyed him warily, but then something seemed to catch her eye in the doorway to the foyer. There was nothing there that he could see.
“Of course I’m sure. There is no such thing as ghosts.” Leonard took a deep swig from his glass, hoping it would hide the uncertainty in his voice.
She was no longer looking at him, but she seemed to be tracking some kind of movement into the room, it was like watching a cat stare at shadows. “What if I told you there were ghosts in the world Leonard, and what if I told you that you are right about Jimmy.” Her movement stopped and she was now staring at the open space in front of the fireplace with a sly grin on her face that Leonard was starting to think wasn’t for him.
