#ghost x human

[monstersighing]

Can I request a ghost x curvy fem reader that performs some stealth exhibitionism on her in public?

Here you go, I hope this works for you anon -

NSFW 18+, MDNI

Ghost x Curvy Fem Reader

CW: dub con, stealth exhibitionism, semi public sex, dirty talk.

Title: Tourist Trap

You’re talking to some other tourists in the drawing room of the stately home when you feel it. Hands settling on your hips and then gliding down over the rounded curve of your stomach. Nothing is visible when you look down. The man and his wife in front of you prattle on, unaware.

“They say his appetite for sex was monstrous!” The woman titters, " There were rumours that the galas he held were nothing more than orgies in disguise.”

You nod distractedly: the hands are now squeezing at your thighs approvingly and inching them apart.

It does my confidence wonders to be remembered, a voice whispers in your ear with a chuckle.

Then there’s pressure against your clit over your underwear and you feel it being stroked. Your cunt becomes hot at the attention and when you widen your stance a little to give better access, the pressure moves down and in, breaching your pussy lips and sliding across the wetness it finds there. You feel your cheeks begin to flush.

The couple point out the picture of the previous owner of the manor. You smile and agree he looks devilish, with his high arched nose and deep eyes. All whilst that man’s ghost is teasing his fingers across your folds and sending small shocks of desire through your body.

Take a good look at the spirit that going to fuck you, the ghost says and you feel him slide into your cunt.

You bite your lip, sure the couple must be able to tell something is going on. You wait for them to call you out with disgust in their voices. You're sure they must be able to hear the slick sounds of the ghost’s fingers crooking and scissoring in your tight hole, your underwear pulled aside.

Finally the couple, bored by your short responses, leave. You listen to their footsteps fade as they walk down the hall and huff out a breath you’ve been holding.

The pressure withdraws then and you wonder if it's all over, but the touch transfers to your soft breasts and doubles, so both of your nipples are plucked and rolled between ghostly fingers.

Bend over the table. Now, the ghost commands in his velvety voice.

You obey.

The skirt of your dress is yanked up, your head pushed down and hair gripped. When you remove your underwear and tilt up your ass, you hear a deep throaty laugh, from behind you. Desperate for me already? the ghost says.

The way you spread your legs seems to serve as an answer. Your ass is squeezed and you feel the fat blunt head of something press against you and stop after parting your cunt lips. You buck your hips back and feel the intrusion against your hole slide home. A groan spills from your mouth at the sudden feeling of fullness, the ghost’s cock snug and seated deep. Encouraged by your reaction, the ghost begins to thrust in and out of you with deep punishing shoves that make the table rattle rhythmically.

You grip the edge of the table and cant your hips up. The change in angle makes the ghost’s cock hit a spot that make your legs shake and as it is hit again and again, your pants become whines.

A hand graps behind your knee, pushing it up to the table and exposing your cunt further. You think about how many tourists must be wandering around the stately home. Anyone could come in and see you, splayed over a table, your pussy stretched wide by an invisible cock, gaping and swollen.

Like a desperate little whore, the voice says.

“Yes,” you say, “yes.”

I should hold you down after. On display and ready for anyone to fuck into after I’m finished with you.

It’s that image that makes you come: cunt clenching around the ghost’s cock and your muscles tensing as a wave of pleasure washes over you.

The ghost fucks you through and beyond your orgasm: pumping into you fast and ragged now. Your head is tugged back and your hands scrabble to hold you up on the table. Your spine arches. There’s a final slam and grind and then coolness spills inside you.

You drop back to the table then, your body limp as an abandoned doll. A hand strokes across your hair.

You'll get up in a minute.

#monster smut #monster lover #monster fucker #ghost x human #ghost x reader #ghost kink #spectrophilia #monster romance #answered requests #monstersighing #asks

[dumplingsjinson]

hii :) can you make some prompts where one of them is a ghost and the other human?

List of “you took ghosting to another level, didn’t you?” prompts 

“It kinda sucks that no one can see you the way I see you.” “I— you know what? Fuck you.”

“I can’t see or hear you but I know you’re in here, and you’d better stop fucking messing with me or I’ll kick you out of this house! I’m not scared of you!”  

“Just because you owned this place before doesn’t mean you get to terrorise me like this.” 

“Why would you let someone else into this house?!” “Because they’re my partner?! You’re the one who shouldn’t be here with us. Like… The grave site’s calling your name.” 

“People are going to think I’m insane if they catch me talking to you…”

“Stop bumping into me, you’re icy cold!” “I’m sorry! You’re just shitty at walking in a straight line.” 

“I wanna… I wanna be able to touch you…” “…But you can’t.”

“You’re haunting someone who didn’t even know you before you became a ghost.” 

“Well, I kinda wish I knew you when you were still, you know… Alive. And warm to touch.” 

“You were less annoying when you were alive.” 

#writing prompts #prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #ghost x human #request

[deepspace-nasty]

thinking about making monster ocs for purely horny reasons and its sooo fun, especially when putting them with my self insert

a goblin man who works on metal & robots, pinning me against the wall of his workshop, sharply telling me off for distracting him. but its not my fault he's so cute blushing when he can see my hairy chest peeking out from my white tank top, or my small bulge in my short shorts. its so cute seeing his own bulge grow watching me lean over a table, hearing him curse as i wiggle my ass for him.

an ancient dragon, large and imposing, draping me in the finest metals and gems he has, shifting into his humanoid form for ease of fucking me. gold chains with ruby and garnet accents tight against my body as his clawed hands rove against my thighs. even in his humanoid form, he's much larger than me, and the thought of his sharp fingers inside my tight ass makes my head fuzzy.

a ghost, watching me from the ceiling of my room as i stretch obscenely and hump my pillow. feeling cold hands skirt up my torso, fondling my chest and pinching my nipples. suddenly finding glowing globs of something all over my boxers, and one day even on my face. i can hear the moans of pleasure from my ghost roommate mingling with my own as i jerk off.

#nsft writing #mlm nsft #tetrophilia #dragon x reader #goblin x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #original writing #dragon x human #goblin x human #ghost x human #hehehehebsbajndmd #ive been on a monster kick as of late. i really need to make some characters to put them in situations #anyway. monsters interact i need big cocks to frot against my tiny cock and press against my asshole. and i need to suck cock #mdni #18+ only

[authorsabrinacross]

It was your favorite night of the year. All Hallows Eve. The night when the veil between the living and the dead was the thinnest.

It happened the same every year. A soft, gentle caress to your body. Invisible hands moving all over you, teasing you.

Those invisible hands would work you until you were writhing. And that was before they fucked into you, driving you up, up, up. Up to the very edge. They liked you on the edge. They liked you whiny and begging.

Suddenly your legs are shoved wide and a hard cock is slipping into you slow, the weight of their body pinning you to the bed.

“Gods I’ve missed you.” You say, thrusting to meet the unseen entity. “Welcome home.”

#monster fucker #ghost smut #monster fudger #ghost x reader #ghost x human

[star-vibing-prompts]

"I will strangle you with every fiber of my being."

"If you can touch me."

#star prompts #vibe prompts #writing prompts #creative writing #creative prompts #imagine your otp #dialogue prompts #otp prompts #imagine your ocs #ghost prompts #undead prompts #human x monster #human x ghost #ghost x human #monster prompts #?

[monsterfloofs]

Ignatius Murkia Knellmorne (Dark Spirit x Anonymous Reader) Sfw

(Oh man, this is another beanie that has been in my head for years, if you enjoy the silly kinds of bad guys that run around shouting “fool!” acting like really passionate theater kids, and trying a little too hard to be evil while bumbling in the process, this one's for you! Ignatius is trying his best to have his wicked heart in the right place! :3c )

It’s another day, in Knellmorne castle, you wake up to an explosion that rocks the bed you were sleeping in. The cold stone walls rumbling as dust trickles down onto the floor and your face. You cough and cover your head with your blanket as you roll over to protect yourself from any more debris. You blink your bleary eyes as you scrub the dust away with a corner of your sleeve. Then, sleepily throwing back the blankets you stand up to stretch. Muscles tensing as you roll back your shoulders and arch your back. Before you can finish your yawn you tip sideways as another shudder runs through the castle. You stumble to stay upright reaching to grab a hold of the thick iron chains that hang from the walls.

Another day, another adventure.

Your bedroom was made up of an old repurposed dungeon. One that had been hastily redecorated for your stay. Even one of the older skeletal residents had been accidentally left behind from the move to make the space slightly more homey. Your roommate laid forlornly on the floor, their jaw hanging slack in a scream, or perhaps a yawn? You weren’t entirely sure. You pull yourself upright, and carefully step over the sprawling form. Making your way over to the thick dark bars that made the walls of your new home. As a prisoner of the castle, you had learned that the quickest way to get your freedom was to simply. . . ask the guards not to lock the door. Despite being dark revenant creatures, with shadowy purple bones and grinning ghoulish skulls, you were surprised by the level of hospitality they had shown you in the beginning of your stay.

"His lord has given you more blankets, prison scum, these walls get cold at night,"

"His lord was curious if you enjoyed your dinner,"

"On a scale of 1 to 10, how has your stay been at the dungeon? Is there anything we can do to make it more comfortable?"

You stride through the open wrought iron cell, making your way across the room. The walls lined with rows and rows of wickedly sharp and strange torture devices that gleamed menacingly in the wisps of a strange purple and blue fire light. You reach the huge door that blocks the dungeon from the other part of the castle. Careful to avoid setting your hand on any of the nasty black spikes that were set into the door. You press your weight against the door and it creaks open with a ghastly moan. You find yourself facing a dark hallway illuminated with more sputtering purple torches hanging on the wall with sharp wrought iron fixings. From what you gather, this spectral firelight runs through the entirity of the castle grounds. You peek your head out into the hallway. Looking left then right. Closing the door carefully behind you and tiptoeing stealthily down the hallway.

You have actually escaped the dungeon many times. Typically being caught by the guards you make up the most soppiest story that you could think of on the spot. You felt that you were no great wordsmith by any means. However, your great tales of woe held surprising results. You would watch the dark skeletons dab at their hollow eye sockets, snuffling and blowing into handkerchiefs.

Then you would be scooted out along secret passageways, your captors promised that they wouldn't tell their great and terrible master. As long as you came back, you were free to go. The first time you had done so, it was exhilarating, how foolish they were! You had thought, running over the dark drawbridge and into the forest. More than eager to take advantage of the gullibleness of your keepers. Yet, as your footfalls slowed and you walked the rest of the way towards town, something had tugged at your back. Perhaps your own conscience was making you feel guilty at tricking the guards, who had appeared so distraught by the story you wove.

You had gone into town to buy supplies, and had bought a map to begin your journey home. Yet, against your better judgment you had come back to the castle. Reassuring the guards that your family was well. You had accomplished what you had set out to do, and that it was alright for you to return. If they had let you out, chances are that they would do it again. At least that was what you had initially hoped. Perhaps the next time you make a daring escape, you would be able to come back with a story to tell the local starry eyed children.

One escape became two, then three, then four. Each time the crowd of skeletons waving goodbye to you as you walked away grew and grew. Honestly, it began to make you feel worse about planning your breakouts. You were determined to leave without being caught at the very least. Perhaps then you could leave with a clean conscience.

Now, as you are a seasoned veteran and resident escape artist, you notice the lack of guards at their typical posts. This area is normally crawling with skeletons. You had even been invited to sit down and join their card games on the nights that you couldn’t sleep. Where could they be? Another loud crash makes the stones shudder under your feet. You entertained the thought that perhaps they were dealing with some kind of battle elsewhere. Though the thought made your gut twist uncomfortably. Could skeletons like that get injured?

It wasn't right to hold people hostage no, but from what you had seen of your so called captors, they were really quite harmless. They tried to put on a facade of being these gruesome creatures, but truly their actions gave them away. They didn't have the metaphorical heart to keep you trapped in the dungeon, they even cooked for you. Although. . . you have had to go into the kitchen and make food for yourself. No taste buds meant no way to tell if ingredients were spoiled or not, or even if it was made right at all. You had smiled around too many terrible dishes before you gently prompted the depressed cook to let you make your own meals.

You didn't wish to see them get hurt. Goodness it wasn't above your imagination to think that someone could lie their way in just as you lied your way out. Someone could enter the castle ground just as easily under false pretenses and then begin hacking away at those poor undead creatures. You stop and sigh, rubbing the bridge of your nose. Wrestling with what to do. It was the worst you had seen their security.

"Perhaps I am an even bigger fool than the skeletons," You grumble sulkily, turning towards the source of the noise and confusion.

You would go and see what was causing all this noise. Perhaps there was something you could do. You didn’t have access to a weapon, that was the one thing the residents of castle Knellmourne did seem to be careful with. In your previous escapades through the castle, you had never stumbled upon a discarded weapon that you could borrow for self defense. What were you going to be able to accomplish if you did find out some of them were in trouble? You supposed you would have to cross that bridge when you got there. Perhaps you could go alert the others once you stumbled into more of them. You took one of the large life-sized portraits off the wall to reveal one of the many secret passageways the skeletons had shown you. Following the cacophonous sounds you follow a path through the tunnels of dull flickering torchlight to a place you had never been before.

You peer around a tapestry, into a grandiose circular room with ornate torches of even darker purple fire. More tapestries were hung from the dark stone walls depicting a manergierie of ghoulish creatures and dark spirits. At the far end of the room, embellished by a dark purple rug that trailed across the floor sat a huge throne made of rich blackened wood and carved with many ornate depictions of screaming human skulls. This had to be the throne room of the skeleton's master. They talked about him constantly, Ignatius Murkia Knellmourne. You had never seen the lord of Castle Knellmorne, and honestly you didn’t want to test your luck by running into him now. Thankfully the room was empty, although it made the interior feel even more ominous. As if he could appear at any moment, and the longer you lingered, the greater the risk you took with his remergance. You concluded that this wasn’t where the source of the noise was coming from, and must have taken a wrong turn.

Just as you were about to slip back behind the tapestry, the great dark door across the room burst open. A human figure dressed in blue and silver dove out of the way of a swirling darkness. Their hand touching the ground as they skid to evade the reach of dark shadowy hands. Bright purple eyes flicker to life within the abyss, another figure manifested from the swirling well of darkness. A knight clad in dark armor, some places so black, it looked as if it was forged from the place they had manifested from. Two long twisted black and purple horns curled from the helm they wore. A monstrous sized morning star gripped in their hands.

Your eyes dart back and forth from the dark knight to a heroic looking figure with their sword drawn. The human eyes land on you, their expression going from shocked to outraged.

"Y-You liar! You do have a prisoner!" The human turns back to the dark knight using their sword to gesture at you, and you stiffen.

A deep voice slithers from the depths of the armor. An evil chuckle as violet eyes smoke ominously. "Fool!" The armored being laughs, "Of course I have prisoners! Not that you'll be able to save any of them." He jeers. "It is in your best interest to stop this foolish game, lay down your sword, and perhaps I shall be merciful."

"Well, I hate to bring this up, but your ‘prisoner’ is escaping."

"Uh?" The glowing eyes shift to tiny circles as an awkward silence passes through the room. The figure gestures towards you again, and Knellmourne whips their head around towards you. You give a small squeak as the looming knight appraises you with wide eyes.

"You!" His booming voice intones, "How did you get here!?" Having no plans to answer, you shimmy back through the secret passageway, hearing a snarl behind you.

"You need to keep better track of your hostages, Ignatius!" Laughs the hero's voice, the vocal banter fading into the sound of yet another scuffle. You rush back the way you came, pausing to catch your breath only when you felt you had gotten far enough away.

“Forget the skeletons— they’ll be fine.” You sputter. “If I stay any longer I’ll be mashed potatoes!”

You were still in the winding secret tunnels, and while you had been focused on getting away from the two figures you hadn’t paid attention to where you had gone. While you know the areas that lead to the outside or the staff’s dusty kitchen, this was unknown territory to you. You typically had other thoughts in your mind than wanting to wander around and explore. Also choosing to avoid certain parts of the castle that you deemed too dangerous. Looking down the hallway you tried to remember the layout of the passageways you previously traversed, scratching your head. You had been so careful to remember what turns you took earlier, and you push yourself to try and recall them.

“That way— I. . . think?” You murmur uneasily, letting your hand rest against the wall for support as you begin to tentatively move forward again. Your eyes scan the dimly lit area, looking for any telltale landmarks to help you navigate.

You jolt as your foot steps in something that gives under your weight. Nose wrinkling, and lips spreading into a thin line, you pray you haven’t stepped on any poor critter that was scuttling around the tunnels. Hurrying to lift your foot, you find a mound of strange gelatinous looking black sludge. Your eyebrows lifting, as your eyes slowly move across the floor. There was more of it, and it was ambling towards each other, something dark and shadowy was forming along the floor. Its presence was seeping up from the cracks in the cobble stones. Creeping forward as it became denser and darker.

"Wh-what the–"

You stumble back, as dozens of shadowy skeleton hands shoot from the newly formed swirling darkness. The formless writhing shape began dragging itself towards you along the floor, gaining momentum. You yelp, not needing more encouragement to turn on your heels and sprint through the corridors.

The great shadowy mass began scuttling along after you, its skeletal hands propelling the beast along the walls and ceiling like some massive spidering creature. Another of those strange beings were manifesting themselves to form up in the corner of your eye. The corridors you had walked so freely and with ease had turned into an utter nightmare in a matter of moments. You dove away from one, only to almost throw yourself into another. Your ankle twinged as pain shot down your foot. Ignoring the pain you managed to direct yourself between them. The shadowy beings collide with one another, little fragments of bones falling from the beasts as their forms wobble and disappear.

A moment of breath, before something grips your ankle and you yelp. Shadowy hands rippling and blooming up from the floor as you jerk your leg free. Skittering around the grasping appendages you duck into yet another thin corridor. A crack of light beyond the tunnel now filled with flailing reaching hands. You burst out into the main castle, ramming into one of the full length portraits and falling to the ground. Your hands take the brunt of your fall and sting as they land on the rough stone floor. Scrabbling to stand you watch as the flailing limbs dissipate and seep back into the floor. Chest heaving in gasping breathed as a stitch burns into your side, you let out a half gasp, half incredulous laugh.

How many times had you been bumbling around in those dark corridors without seeing a hide or hair of those creatures? How lucky had you been before? Practically coming and going however you pleased. Nervous glances were cast back at the broken portrait on the floor and the dark chasm in the wall that lay beyond. Unsteadily rising to your feet, wanting to gain as much distance as you could from where you had last been.

Unfortunately, you hadn’t been able to evade the strange beings for long. You had paused for just a second to gain your bearings when hands burst out of the wall beside you. Your turn is just a fraction too slow as skeletal hands grip you. You try to fight them off, thrashing in their grip. Trying to dig your heels into the cracks of the stone floor. You are dragged through a wall that oozes with darkness. One moment you were in the castle hall, next you were pulled into a black void, a chill of wind whistled past your ears causing your skin to tingle with gooseflesh. You resurface in the throne room. Coughing and sputtering, you attempt to tug free of the dark hands that grip your arms.

Heavy slow footfalls cross the room, a figure looms over you.

“Ah, well, well. Here we are again. Long time no see.” Knellmorne spreads their hands in a feigned greeting. The shadowy skeletal hands that were holding you in place withering away.

"Where. . . where did that knight go?" You ask nervously, seeing no trace of the other figure in the room.

"Oh," Knellmourne purrs with venom dripping in their voice, "They are a little. . . shall we say, preoccupied at the moment. We can't have you wandering unsupervised, now can we?" Their smokey cloak of darkness flows in dark pooling waves as he shifts his stance. You turn your head away, expecting the worst.

"Guards!" He bellows, his voice ringing like a toll of death into the rafters above. "SEIZE THEM,"

Silence.

You tense and look around, eyes flitting towards the looming stone doorways that lead into the throneroom. No guards came, nor did the strange shadowy creatures you ran into previously. Knellmourne stays still, their clawed fingers still pointing accusatory at you.

"I said–" The dark spirit begins again, "Guards!"

Nothing.

From where you are standing you can see one of his glowing eyes twitch. You stare at Knellmourne, at this ill placed time, a tickle decides to bubble in your throat. You cough in the empty silence. The effect is very much akin to hearing someone cough in a silent auditorium or a library.

Knellmourne raises up indignantly, "Where are those blasted–" He growls, weapon dropping to his side in a reverberating thud. Your gaze is distracted from the looming figure to a small piece of paper that appeared out of thin air. It flutters through the air before settling gently on the ground in front of you. Your legs bend so that you can stoop to pick it up. While Knellmourne stands with his bulky arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently as he waits for reinforcements. You look at the post card in your hands, reading the letter.

"They're on vacation."

"What?"

You look up and wave the letter.

"You're guards. They are on vacation. They sent you a postcard."

You stand and take uneasy steps towards the big knight. Handing the rectangular piece of paper to the dark creature. He snatches the paper from you, squinting to read the postcard. On the front in swooping pink letters it read “Fun in the Sun!” And there was the skeletal army in the photo. The few that were captured in the picture were laying on beach chairs wearing sunglasses and floral t-shirts. One was holding up a coconut half that had a little pink umbrella in it.

“Vacation— VACATION?!” His deep voice booms in outrage, you make a wide eyed expression and shrug. How would you have any idea of knowing that? You were supposed to be a prisoner. You watch the great knight’s bluster crumble, sitting down on his ghoulish throne and putting his helmed head in his clawed hands in exasperation. You rub the back of your neck truly unsure of what to do. You reach out a tentative hand, awkwardly patting the shoulder of the monstrous suit of armor.

“I. . . I'm sure you have all sorts of other traps that will catch trespassers." You say, looking around for inspiration. “Like those creepy shadowy things.” Your gaze fell to the grizzly weapon he had tossed aside like it was a toy. "And you still have. . . your morning star."

"I do love my morning star," Came a muffled harrumph. You regret mentioning that immediately, not wanting to become a messy smear across the castle floor, but you continued to try and stay positive.

"You're army won't be gone long I'm sure, how long were they supposed to be on vacation anyway?"

You give a small encouraging smile as the horned helmet swivels to look at you. "You are. . . a strangely kind human, I shall be sorry to have to kill you."

You take a cautionary step back, "But do you actually have to kill me?" You respond earnestly. Someone behind you clears their throat.

“Are you. . . Are you two done?” The hero passes their gaze awkwardly between Ignatius and you. “Is this a bad time. . . Should I. . . come back?”

Knellmourne glowing eyes blink, “Oh, no, no, you are perfectly fine.” He clears his throat politely, his fingers curling into the throne's wooden arms before standing, his cape flaring out dramatically.

The figure looks relieved, "Did you really have to drag me across the castle with those vestiges?" They complained. "It’s a bother to go running around here all the time."

"Yes," Ignatious replies gleefully, picking up their gruesome weapon. "Yes it was very nessicary."

“I think you’re just avoiding the inevitable,” The human snorts, unsheathing their sword.

You scramble out of the way as the two move to close the gap and collide into one another. Knellmourne was incredibly strong, as well as fast, but their small adversary was able to keep one step ahead of them. Tucking and tumbling past the morning star that shook the floor with every hit.

“Hold. Still!” Knellmourne huffed, pivoting on their heels, as the human figure darts around them.

“Hah! You should have picked another weapon!”

There was something that was weird about their fight, something that seemed off. when you saw it again you blinked. Knellmourne was missing, on purpose. It was the briefest of movements, but as the duo turned a certain way you caught it. The dark armored figure aimed purposefully behind the small hero. The slightest of hesitation as he moved, redirecting his attack to be slightly off, leaving the human unharmed. He parried all of the attacks directed at him flawlessly. A surprising deft hand at handling such a large weapon. Yet, when it came time to deliver his own assault, he slowed.

Preoccupied with tracking the smaller figure, the dark knight twisted their body to far to keep up pace with their adversary and accidentally ended up getting their legs tangled. Glowing eyes going round as he off balance and falls to the ground.

"Told you you should have picked a different weapon." The figure goads.

Knellmourne snorts in defiance, before his glowing eyes shift wearily to the blade in the hero's hands. Watching the owner prepare for one final thrust between the dark knights eyes.

You look around for a weapon, grabbing a broom from the wall. As you watch the hero draw back their blade in slow motion. Unlike when you had seen the armor clad lord of the castle fight, you can see no hesitation in the human's eyes. You do, perhaps the dumbest thing you have done during your whole stay at Castle Knellmourne. You take the broom and whack the heroic figure with it.

They lose their balance, and accidentally throw their weapon. Staring at you aghast.

"A-Are you an idiot?"

You wonder the same thing. Your eyes momentarily flickering to look at the broom in your hands.

"I am trying to rescue you! What are you thinking?"

An itch of irritation races up your scalp and your eyebrows furrow. "What if I don't want to be rescued! Actually, who ever said I wanted to be? Maybe I don't need to be! Perhaps I am perfectly fine here on my own."

"But you've been kidnapped?!"

You raise the broom over your shoulder like a baseball bat. "Oh for the love of, I have just about heard enough of that! If I am a prisoner, why am I allowed to come and go when I please??"

The hero takes one look from you to the castle's dark lord who is lying on the floor looking equally dumbfound.

"This place is a madhouse–" The hero breathed, “I’m going to finish what I started, whether you are coming with me or not!” They move to reclaim their sword, fingers just about the grasp around the grip. Then the next moment they were gone. A large dark hole had opened up into the floor and they had been engulfed by the trap door.

You slowly lean over to peer down at the dark abyss that opened up mere inches before you.

"Do. . . I. . . want to know where. . . this goes to?"

Knellmourne rises to their feet, looking all in all, quite cheerful despite their close encounter with death.

"It leads to the castle lake, it's a shallow one of course. Only a waist deep.” He chortles, as if that were the most amusing thing to send hero’s that invaded his home.

"To the lake? Not to some kind of death pit or. . . ? You're not worried they'll finish what they started? What if they come back?" Knellmourne's laughter fills the throne room.

"Heavens no!" The booming voice scoffed, "If I killed my adversaries, I wouldn't have any left! Besides, they can't kill me anyway,"

The great knight lifts up their helmet. Glowing eyes disappearing as little purple ghosts flit up from the armor.

"I'm already dead!"

You stare at the headless apparition. No face underneath the dark armor, heck, there was no head, no neck. Just a ghoulish emptiness.

" I–, " You began, at a loss for words.

"If I took victims they would just hover around here bothering me," His voice echoed eerily from his chest cavity. "I shall avenge my death, you won't get away with this forever, blah, blah, blah! They would be stuck here with me indefinitely, then what would I do?

You blink and think about that for a moment. "You would. . . take over a town I guess?"

"Take over a town." He mused, setting his helmet back onto his shoulders. His eyes flickering to life again, "I do like the sound of that, hah! Perhaps I shall! You can only have so many battles before it all runs together."

Your eyebrows shoot up, not for the first time, and by no means the last. You became an honorary underling of the dark spirit, after that day. There was even a ceremony, with the whole skeletal army when they had returned. They sat in rows of chairs at the celebration. They popped champagne and cheered, the first human amongst their thrall. It was also, as you could imagine, quite unpleasant watching dark skeletons drinking booze. They made an absolute mess of the mess hall and were ordered by an extremely irate dark lord to clean up the spillage.

One of the very first strategic meetings you appeared for, was to discuss your idea about invading and conquering the nearest village. You stood politely amongst the skeleton committee, listening to the banter.

"A whole town is an awful lot my lord," one began. "That would take a lot of planning."

“Perhaps we should start smaller,” another of his skeletons commented.

“S-smaller?” Ignatius stutters, “But I—“

"What about a merchant stand?” Says one, “If you control one of those you’ll surely have your wicked claws in the economy.”

"How about a hot dog cart?" Another pipes up, A murmur of agreement runs through the other skeletons. You bite your lip to stop from smiling, watching Ignatius sink further back into the purple velvet cushions of his throne. A clawed finger tapping against the arm rest as he squints in annoyance.

This surely was going to be a long debate.

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[terato-is-life]

The guitar in the house plays by itself according to your feelings.

Turns out it is a ghost that always try to cheer you up after seeing you cry for so many times

#exophilia #monster x human #monster family #male monster x female reader #monster boyfriend #monster lover #female monster x male human #monster girlfriend #female monster x female human #male monster x male human #ghost #male ghost #female ghost #ghost x human

[monsterfuckabilitytournament]

submit more fuckable monsters here:

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[askthelovenest]

letters from me to charlotte, with Lexington!! 👀

~ @princess-hope-selfships 💖

♡ letters from me to charlotte ; do you, or have you ever, sent any love letters to your f/os? have they sent any to you?

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[sleeep0]

#ghostbusters #angst with a happy ending #angst #wlw #sapphic #lesbianism #fanfic #phoebe spengler #melody #ghost x human

[devilry-revelry]

My Masterlist

Original writing, fanfiction, drabbles, and abandoned works. I have no writing schedule because feeling forced to write isn't for me. Feel free to make requests, and I will write to the prompt if/when I'm inspired.

NSFW Works are notated. (Minors leave them alone)

Original Writing

Haunting - Male Demon x Female Human (NSFW) (Rewrite) Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 (NSFW)

Haunting (Original) - Male Demon x Female Human (Spicy) Haunting (Original, Bad Ending) - Male Demon x Female Human (Spicy)

Summoning - Male Demon x Female Human (NSFW) Part 1 || Part 2 (NSFW)

Heart & Home - Male Ghost x Female Human (NSFW) (Rewrite) Part 1 || Part 2 (NSFW)

Emergence Day Universe

To Keep - Obsessive Male Werewolf x Female Human (NSFW) Part 1 (NSFW)

Untitled - Male Orc x Female Human Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 (NSFW)

Fanfiction

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Yandere!The Iron Bull x GN!Inquisitor

Fallout 4

Debauchery | Hancock x Female Sole Survivor

After Nora | Hancock x Female Sole Survivor

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[jhdanes]

@ectoberhaunt day 12: Obsession, such a small world for such a grand feeling, you my dear, are mine obsession, from now on, we’ll never be apart. #obsession

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[fearyandear]

I just got out of the shower with a sad idea.

Boyfriend's Ghost (TW: Suicide Ideation)

VN where you're haunted by the ghost of your boyfriend who keeps you from moving on.

At first, he tries to make the best of it by cracking jokes, enjoying that you're both stuck linked together, helping you with stuff. But the more time passes, he sees the possibility of you moving on just fine without him and it causes him to spiral. He's overprotective, smothering, jealous and depressed. He feels like he's running out of options and it's inevitable that he's going to lose you....

Unless...

He starts trying to convince you in any way to consider... coming with him. Little by little, it gets more and more dangerous as he'll eventually stop asking and start demanding.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #yandere ghost #ghost yandere #ghost x y/n #ghost x human #dark romance #tw sui ideation #fear blurbs

[monstersandmaw]

Poke

Thats it, that's the prompt :3

Challenge accepted, Anon.

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Contents: Female ghost x gn human sfw Wordcount: 694

(prompts now closed)

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Sitting alone at your desk, staring glassy-eyed at your screen as you tried (again) to think of a way to tell Brenda (without your getting fired) that you couldn’t be expected to take on the work of three people without the appropriate financial compensation from the company, something poked you in the side. Hard.

The yelp that escaped you as you jerked around and stared at the empty space beside your chair seemed even louder in the stillness of your deserted house.

Deserted.

Empty.

There was no one else there.

There could be no one else there.

You lived alone.

You'd lived alone for the last three years, though you’d only been living in this house for a few months.

No dog, no cat, no partner.

No one who could have physically poked you in the side with enough force to leave a lingering ache.

“The fuck?”

Your heartbeat clamoured in your ears and you shoved your chair back so hard that it hit the wall as you stood and stared around.

Downstairs, the kettle was boiling.

“What. The. Fuck?”

Cautiously, you crept down the stairs one at a time, breathing hard but trying to be quiet about it, and wishing you still had that old baseball bat from your teenage years. The kettle clicked off and then there were no sounds in the house except the creak of your feet on the treads as you descended.

As you entered the kitchen, you found a mug sitting on the side. Inside, a teabag was floating in freshly-poured, steaming water, and a spoon was slowly rotating to help the tea brew.

“What the fuck,” you whispered. Your hand clutched the door handle so tightly it creaked.

Then something cold brushed against your jaw and you reeled back out of the room. The spoon had stopped turning.

“Is this why the place was so cheap?” you asked the empty house. You squared your shoulders and stepped back into the kitchen, glaring. “It’s fucking haunted?”

The blinds against the window rattled softly, the little mint plant on the shelf shivering and jittering like it was laughing, and the pipes creaked and moaned all around you.  

“If this is a prank from Ollie or Chris… I swear to —” you cut off suddenly as a white figure flashed into being for half a heartbeat in front of the hob. You blinked rapidly, chest heaving, staring at the spot. A woman in a Victorian dress with her hair piled up on top of her head had been standing there, translucent and ethereal for just a moment. “Ok… Ok, I saw that… I saw you.”

You scrambled to a drawer on the other side of the kitchen and drew out one of the pieces of scrap paper you used for shopping lists, and picked up a pen. Crossing to the untouched mug of tea, you set it down and said, “Can you write with that?”

For a while, nothing happened. The mug steamed away, the blinds had fallen still again, and the house was quiet.

Then, with a feeling like the air was being sucked out of the room, you watched the pen twitch, then rise. In a beautiful, English roundhand script, the biro spelled out a quick note. ‘Yes, though it is hard for me to interact with objects. My name is Adelaide and I live here as well. Your privacy is your own, by the way. I do not intrude. You seemed tired, and it’s been hours since you last had a break. I am sorry if I frightened you.’

You watched her write, and then swallowed. “Holy shit.”

The soft ripple of laughter echoed distantly in your ears.

“Well if the worst you’re going to do is get me out of a call with fucking Brenda, then… I’m happy to share my house with you, I guess. And… thanks for the tea?”

Again, the quiet caress of cold fingers along your jaw made your breath catch but you didn’t recoil this time. The faintest whisper, the words indistinguishable now, sounded in your ear, but the tone of it seemed fond, kind, and even a little flirty.

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[omg-spy]

1-21-2024

thanks to everyone who participated in my poll!

☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

long story short I used to have a very toxic friend who convinced me not to like-like certain characters because they are ghosts in cannon and it was so bad I stopped watching the source media all together. I cut the toxic person off a while ago but was unsure if what they said was actually a popular opinion (that ghosts are dead therefore crushing on them is necrophilia) but I'm thankful I'm not the only one who knows that opinion is wrong AND inaccurate due to the LITERAL definitions of 'ghost' and 'necrophilia'. Thanks to the poll I now understand that that, like most other things, was just manipulation because they didn't want me to have nice things :') I feel better about crushing on any fictional character I want <3 ;) and writing stories that feature ghost x living pairings.

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[tiktoksinspo]

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