#ghost lover

With one little flaw that perhaps proved it was too good to be true.

Only days after you first moved in… weird things started happening. At first your panties just kept going missing. You figured the washer must be eating them up but no matter what you tried you could never find them.

Then you started waking up to your sheets soaked and the room reeking of sex. You never remembered having any steamy dreams but you must’ve if your bed was this soaked by morning.

But then things got even more physical. Strange sensations of pulling and tugging stretched at your towels as you were leaving the shower and at your clothes whenever you’d walk around in your pajamas. At that point it was impossible to deny the fact that you weren’t alone in this place and the other entity wanted something from you.

That’s when he finally appeared. Horny Ghost was perhaps the sexiest man you’ve ever seen even with his frame completely transparent and his skin a deathly hue. Your first thought when he revealed himself to you was literally, ‘awe, what a shame he’s dead. I so would’ve tapped that.’

And as if he read your mind he actually managed to reach out and touch you. His excitement made the atmosphere buzz with electricity and power around him. It shot straight down to your core, already making you more horny than before. The next few hours were a blur of fucking each other in the air in positions you never dreamed you’d be able to go in. If anyone had walked in they’d have thought you possessed.

Ever since then you’ve been working with him, trying to help him figure out ways to move on. Though it doesn’t seem to be as important to him as it is you. Whenever you try and get him to focus on figuring out why he’s stuck he just leans in and says you look so beautiful when you’re trying to think. Somehow you always end up fucking each other again after that.

In the midst of one of these fuck sessions, the pounding of his girthy ghost cock fucks a thought right into your head. A first for you but you weren’t gonna complain. It would take some planning but you were positive you’d finally found the key to sending him to the other side.

So the next time another attempt leads into a lustful distraction, you oh so subtly insist on taking control… and then you make him absolutely regret it. Dragging countless orgasms from both of your spent and overheated bodies. Even his usually freezing frame is now a sizzling warmth that practically encourages more of your gooey slick to trickle out and paint your bodies in a mix of combined release and new arousal.

Horny Ghost’s jaw drops, his eyes rolling back into his head, and a smirk playing on his lips. He can’t believe you right now, feeling a joint emotion of respect and rippling anger. His hands desperately pinch into your plush sides, needing to mark you, wanting to affect you more than you’re currently wrecking him.

As much as you’re trying to hide it, you’re not doing too much better. Your body trembles every time you bounce up and down on his cock, begging to let yourself fall and allow him to take control. It takes all your energy to keep going, your poor pussy spasming like it’s begging both for rest and to cum again.

“How you- hhng!- feeling, baby? So blissed out you can’t help but find p-peace?” You ask in between choked moans, his shaft rubbing up against your sopping walls, igniting every nerve of ecstasy within you.

His eyes widen, chest heaving as realization dawns at what you’re trying to do. You’re actually trying to get him to cross over. The fact that you were serious about all that astounds him. Why would he ever wanna leave when he’s finally found a perfectly tight cunt that massages his length like it was made just for him? The way she clutches onto him like she wants to suck him dry. That pussy is a work of art. No way he’s giving that up.

“You sneaky lil aahh! minx. Someone ought to teach you a lesson— fuck!” He snarls, fucking up into you even harder and jostling your body so deliciously. For a moment he’s entranced by the alluring jiggle and movement of your drool-worthy breasts before he snaps back into focus by your breathless giggle. “You think it’s gon’ be that easy?”

“I almost have you. I know I do,” you reply oh so confidently that it has him seething.

During your time together when have you been the one to get the upper hand on him? He thinks you need a serious reminder about that.

“Do you really? Mmph, yeah, we’ll see about that.”

With a speed as fast as the wind he gets a burst of energy and the air around you crackles. Before you can catch your breath he’s flipping you around like you’re nothing but a doll to use for his pleasure. Pinning your wrists above your head with a force you can’t see, he picks up the pace, pounding away at your insides like he’s trying to rearrange your guts. And with his powers he just might.

Your screams of pleasure are almost as loud as the squelching of your cunt every time your bodies meet. Despite the fact that his body has no affect on the outer world, the force of his thrusts drive you up the bed, causing it to creak with resistance and smack against the wall in warning. Yet he doesn’t slow down. If anything it fuels him to go even harder.

Shockwaves course through your body as your orgasm slams into you. You’re unsure if it’s his powers or just the sheer intensity of your climax as your insides buzz with pleasure and shake you to your very soul. As you feel your release gushing out of you the world goes dark and still.

Then you wake with a scream, your eyes flying open to find him still going. Heaving breaths leave you as another orgasm begins to build. Looking around you’re not sure how much time as passed or if he ever really stopped. But just like before he revealed himself to you, your bed is drenched with a mess of your slippery fluids. Soaking the mattress to its very core.

“Awe, how cute. Look who’s a-awake. The one so nngh! confident just a few hours ago.”

Hours?

You can’t even begin to think about that right now as his still rock hard cock swivels around inside you, hitting every spot that drives you to a blissful insanity. Screams pour from your lips and you’re unable to stop them. No energy left for anything but taking you over that edge once again.

And when you do your world fades away. All that’s left is each rocking of his hips as he rails into you. He’s taken possession to a whole new level as he transcends your body to a new plane is existence. Your cunt milks his cock, begging him to join you in this sensation. After all this time he can’t hold back any longer, coming right after you with a snarl that shakes the shutters and makes the house groan.

He buries himself to the hilt, ejecting ropes of hot sticky semen straight into your narrow channel. Together your bodies tremble against each other, barely any energy left between you, but the heat still well alive.

“You can’t get rid of me that easy,” he purrs in your ear and a chill shoots down your spine, swearing you can almost feel his hot breath ghost across your skin.

It seems it’ll take a lot more than this to get him to pass on and rest. In the meantime he’ll find a perfectly good resting spot right in your arms and in your perfect cunt.

— BLINKIE SET #1 . . . SPOOKY

GN!human reader x M!ghost

-some NSFW, mentions of body insecurity, mentions of rough sex, voyeurism if you squint, protective lover, no non or dubcon WC: 589 ‼️ MINORS AND AGELESS DNI‼️

-A/N:  I have been binge watching Ghost UK and this is the product of some unhinged thinking while watching that show. Plus I’ve had a crush on one the actors for a few years now, so here we are. My take of having a ghosty boyfriend. Enjoy!

I just finished Connie's mastery yesterday (after procrastinating for so long-) so here you go <3 I think she moves slow on purpose so she has a better chance of scaring people.

Sex, Drugs, Etc.

Warnings: Talk of drugs/Drug use. Possible smut in the future. SH. A lot of plot. EXTREME Canon divergence. Before Maddies time. Set in 2022

I got a lot of inspiration and motivation from @whoopsyeahokay series called October Sun if you haven't read it yet I recommend you do its amazing, you can find it on tumblr and Ao3. October Sun

(This is very self indulgent and based on things ive been through and how I could have very easily ended up as a ghost. This is NOT meant to romanticize addiction or mental illness. This is a judgment free zone so I want no bullying or hate on anyone. I'm not the best writer so be nice)

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Enjoy :)

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Two days, two fucking days you’ve been rotting and no ones come to find you. Well no one alive at least. 

It started off normal, nothing out of the ordinary. Just another boring school day with the same washed out boring people. Tired eyes and even more tired souls. So what changed? A little slip up on the same thing that had almost claimed your life many times over the years except this time no one was there to save you. 

You were 14 when you first learned the only way for your brain to stop spinning, trying to find a new way to obtain peace was with a very simple little thing. Weed, this wasn't what was deadly, no it was what started the cycle. First it was weed, then it was alcohol, then it was late night parties, until one day it fell into the palm of your hand. A simple little pill, how could it cause so much damage? Things were fine until one pill turned into two then two turned into three and then you ended up on the patio of a stranger's porch foaming out the mouth. 4 days in the hospital and 2 weeks in rehab was enough to scare you for a while, but not enough to make you forget about the relief that came with it. 

That's how you ended up here, sitting in a circle sharing stories about life and death, a group of highschool boys who had no idea you were even there, playing basketball behind you. Should have just gone to group like you were told to, at least then you would have been with people who understood addiction. Now judgmental eyes fall upon you because you caused your own death. As much as you wanted to find someone, something to blame you knew you couldn't, this was your fault. The spinning hasn't stopped. At least ghosts couldn't go through withdrawal, doesn’t change the fact that the empty feeling you tried so desperately to fill is more presint than ever.  

The sweet voice of Mr.Martin fills the room. Like white nose until you heard him call your name. Head shooting up to look up at him. “Have you started working on your obituary?” Ah yes, ghost homework. you would have never thought that you would have been asked to write your own obituary yet here we are. Not as easy as it sounds.

“I’ve got some ideas” Like when you got so drunk you threw up on your friends cat, or when you were so high that your brother convinced you the plane flying over your house was a UFO, fun memories. Apparently you were supposed to write about the good parts of your life but that's kinda hard when the only good memories you had were caused by what put you in this situation to begin with. 

“Take your time, if you need to im sure some of the others wouldn't mind telling you about what they wrote, for motivation.” You give a simple nod, wanting all the prying eyes around you to look away. And they do, except a certain pair that had been watching you since you got here. 

Wally Clark, a sweet boy, bright future, died to soon like everyone else in this fucked up version of your own personal hell. He asked too many questions, it wasn't a secret how you died, just something you didn't want to talk about.  He respected that, like most of the others, most. Doesn't stop him from prying, staring with curious eyes. 

“I think that's all for today,  don't forget tomorrow's movie night as always our newest member will be picking the movie.” You give an awkward smile before standing up and turning to leave along with the rest of the group. Heavy footsteps creeping up behind you and the sound of your name being called stops you as the tall boy catches up.

“So um do you need help with your obituary? not to brag but I think I did a pretty good job on mine.” Wally was quite attractive, tall, with big brown eyes, and slick back brown fluffy hair. No doubt having made girls fawn over him during his lifetime. You and him weren't exactly friends but the idea of having a little help writing… well, a self obituary wasn't bad. 

“Sure, we could go to the library.” An excited grin grew on Wallys face, not expecting you to say yes. 

“Yeah, yeah the library sounds great” It was kinda cute how he acted sometimes. Not like a typical jock, a pure golden retriever. 

“Cool” You stand there kinda awkwardly, hands in the pockets of your red zip up hoodie as you gave him an expecting look. 

“Oh like now?” He was somehow the most confident yet most awkward person in the world. “Um okay yeah that works” 

You tilt your head sideways towards the door leading out the gym, indicating for him to follow you out. Taking the lead and making your way out, opening the door for him. “Ladies first” He let out a small chuckle at your attempt at a joke, considering it was the first time you really talked to anyone since everything happened. It wasn't that you didn't like people, you just didn’t understand the point of friends. It might sound depressing but having a small group of people that you know will stick around is better than hanging around people that barely know you. Yet here you are, stuck with strangers for eternity or until you finally move on, however long that’ll take. 

The hallway was filled with loud teens, some rushing to their next class others going out the back door, more than likely skipping. “So how does this work?” You look over at him.

“What? The afterlife?” He looks at you, a little nervous. “I don’t think im the best person to explain it to you, that's more of Charley's thing.” Charley was sweet, the first person you met when you woke up. Some sort of after life guide. 

“No, a self obituary.” The words felt weird coming out your mouth. “I know I'm supposed to write about all the great things in life but I don't think huffing nitrous in my uncles bathroom on thanksgiving really counts as a good memory.” 

“Nitrous? like the shit in whipped cream?” He gave you a sideways look, a concerned but humored smile on his face. 

“Yes, the shit in whipped cream, I don't recommend. I passed out and almost had a seizure.” As we reach the library he opens the door, allowing you to go in first. 

“Okay, maybe don’t include that in your obituary, how about” He thought for a second. “Write about your friends and family, I'm sure you have some good memories with them.” 

You let out a frustrated sigh as you sat down at a table, Wally sitting down across from you as you take off your backpack, pulling a pencil and the folder Mr.Martin had given you. “That's too much work, do you think Mr.Martin would notice if I just copied yours?” Wally laughs a little, his straight white teeth showing.

“No, he’ll totally believe that you played football and lost your virginity in your moms car.” Now you’re the one laughing, his sentence coming out way too casually. 

“You lost your virginity in your moms car?” You take a few seconds to process before you look at him judgmentally. “You included how you lost your virginity?” Though the smiles’ still apparent on your face. 

“Happy memories, remember?” And there's the jock attitude you were waiting for, somehow a bit surprising but not unexpected. “You could just write your feelings.” You have a whole journal for that from when you got sober… soberish. 

“This may come as a shock to you but I'm not exactly a feelings person.” Not totally true, it was just easier to not feel anything at all, especially with the situation you're in right now. 

“Really? I couldn't tell” The sarcastic tone in his voice very apparent. “Alright fine, if you were happiest when you were high then it's worth writing.” 

“Great, so high stories, got it” Though it wasn't the best idea, you had to write something so Mr.Martin would get off your ass about it. Reminiscing was a slippery slope, you were holding up decently so far but contrary to what all the others think it hurt deep down. “How about the first time I tried molly?” Probably one of the best ‘happy pills’ you tried in your lifetime. 

“What was it like?” He clearly had no intentions of finding out first hand, just curious of the experience. 

“It made me really aware but like in a good way.” There was no real way to describe it without going into depth. “And kinda trippy I guess, does that make sense?” 

“Yeah, I guess.” He knew he could never truly understand, no one could unless they experienced it themselves. As you begin to jot down the memory Wally peaks over, looking at the page though it's not very useful due to the fact that he doesn't possess the skill to read upside down. 

“Nosey” You laugh a little at his attempt to get to know you better. “You know if you want to get to know me, maybe there are better ways to do it then helping me write my own obituary” Yep, still didn't sound right.  

“Oh um yeah, this is probably a really weird first hang out.” He laughs awkwardly at the realization that this is still new to you. It wasn't like he had never been around a new ghost before, he knew he was supposed to be slow, supportive, ease them into it but with the way you acted sometimes made him think you were more used to this than he was. In a way you were, death was something that you had imagined so many times so when it actually came the idea of being trapped wasn't one you hadn't thought of before. “How about after we're done with this I could take you down to the pool?” 

You smile, the sentiment was sweet. “Thanks, but I don't know how to swim.” You were never taught and it didn't seem important in life so you just never learned. The surprised look on Wallys face was priceless.

“How the hell are you 18 and don’t know how to swim?” It wasn't judgmental, just a little surprised, but the grin on his face indicated that he had an idea. 

“Oh god, what are you thinking about?” You knew what was coming, he wouldn't be him if he didn’t jump at the opportunity to help a new friend. Wally was very readable and you didn’t know if that was a good thing yet. 

“I could teach you.” And there it was, of course he wanted to teach you. “It could be fun, plus you don't have much else to do.” 

“You know what fuck it, you’re right there isnt shit else to do.” Especially with your body still laying cold in the old abandoned locker rooms aka ‘the brain cave’. 

“Great, you should keep writing, the faster you get it over with the less weird it feels.” And that's how it started, you were never the friend type but as much as you hated to say it you needed someone. Sure that someone is very attractive and the idea of seeing him in nothing but swim trunks was a nice image but who could blame you? The afterlife is lonely.