Assorted MGG Characters | Oneshots

Past Love (Raymond, E)

Summary: Blurb. Raymond has a wet dream about you, who he is pretty (but not totally) sure isn't dead.

Rating: Explicit (NSFW, 18+)

Content Warning: Oral sex (male receiving), wet dream/fantasy, ghosts, no character death

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The first thought Raymond has when you appear before him is that he hopes your ghost is a metaphor. After all, he's pretty sure that if you were dead, sucking his dick would be a pretty low priority on your eternal checklist.

He's pretty sure you aren't actually dead, but he promises himself that he'll call to double check once you solve the tent-in-his-pants problem.

You do not hesitate to do exactly that. You are slow but efficient as you pull down the covers to reveal alien themed pajamas that always make you chuckle. (Hopefully theoretical) death is no exception.

That happy energy turns sinful the second that you wrap your hand around him and are rewarded with a high pitched whimper. Then, as if to correct himself, he goes on to produce a deep, rumbling moan.

You decide you prefer the first, but allow the second, anyway. You just want to hear more of his sounds, whatever way they might come.

Your tongue is first, running up and down the length of him while he silently thanks whatever ghostly physics mean that you are are delightfully wet as you've always been.

He can hear it when you finally take him into your mouth. The sounds of sloppy spit and suction; the soft, delicate moans stifled against his cock.

As you start to bob your head, he raises his hands to tangle in your hair before he stops. He looks down to see a playfulness in your eyes - a dare for him to carry on without thinking.

A dare he wants to take too much for him to let it happen.

Raymond decides that he can't touch you. He's too afraid that the smallest acknowledgement of your physical form will send you into a burst of light or dust or whatever ectoplasm ghosts are made from. Instead, he clings to the sheets with a white-knuckled grip.

All he can do is buck helplessly against the pillowy warmth of your willing mouth until he finally spills down your throat. Even then you continue to suck with greedy lips until there is nothing left but drool slowly dripping and pooling at the base of him.

Raymond wakes to find that the wet spot in his boxers has already gone cold. He pays it no mind, though, instead reaching to grab his phone on his bedside table.

The phone rings four times before you answer.

"What do you want, Raymond?"

"Just wanted to make sure you weren't dead yet."

You sigh.

"Nope... still here."

There is silence until he asks, "Do you want to hang out later?"

"Fine," you grumble.

And he smiles, reassured that everything is as it's always been.