#ghost lover

[ghost-of-luna]

I like boys who look like woodland faeries 🥰✨

#ghost sighting #ghost lover #transmasc #we play with gender pretty liberally in this house

[monstersandmaw]

Your ghost lover adores sharing secret, illicit touches with you.

After an entire day spent gathering and storing the energy to manifest physical contact with you, your lover chooses the moment you’re sharing dinner around the kitchen table with your friends to manifest and run invisible hands up the inside of your thighs. Fingers tighten their hold when you stiffen and try not to react; not to give away this coy little game that the two of you like to play.

You can barely stifle a moan as hands that know you intimately pass tenderly, teasingly over your groin, testing your limits and trying your control.

All through the meal, those hands wander both through and beneath your clothes: a prickle of cold right there where you’re now wet and sensitive; a brush of fingers across the nape of your neck; a lustful, biting kiss across your pulse; a pinch at your stiffening nipples that has you choking back a gasp.

After waving goodnight your friends later, you close the front door and sag against it for a moment, breathing hard and barely able to focus after the evening’s constant onslaught, only to feel that touch across your stomach now. Claws rake and leave raised lines on your flesh, but you’re in no danger.

Finally, you watch the silvery outline of your spectral lover appear as your clothes are pushed up and a hardly-visible mouth is pressed on you.

Ectoplasm drips down onto the floorboards and the lights flicker. The air in the room grows charged. The windows rattle in the casements and the house creaks and moans.

“Want. You. Need. You,” comes the familiar, rasping whisper in your ear that sets the hair rising along your arms. “Now.”

#ghost lover #ghost #ghost headcanons #you still like the vampire imagine best so far #trying something new #gender neutral reader #gender neutral monster #monster lover #exophilia #monster lover shorts

[fandomnerd9602]

Y/N: if I die, I’m gonna haunt you for all eternity

Phoebe: why?

Y/N: because it would be fun and I don’t want you to get lonely without me.

Phoebe: what if I die first?

Y/N: then would you haunt me?

Phoebe: oh yeah. We’d be each other’s class five free roaming vapor paramour.

Y/N: so each other’s ghost lover?

Gary: aww you two are so cute together

#ghost #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghost corps #ghost lover #phoebe spengler #phoebe spengler x reader #mckenna grace #Sony #ghostbusters fandom #ghostbusters fanfiction

[ofmonstersandlovers]

Ghost! Boyfriend x Reader Headcanons:

TW: Gender Neutral Reader, Fluff, Suggestive, Minors DNI

If you lives in a very haunted home then you might find me crazy for thinking ghosts can be hot

bUT HEAR ME OUT

Ghost! Boyfriend who is wandering around and spots you

And God he was smitten

Something about your energy made him follow you home

When he saw that there were unsavory entities haunting your place he immediately got rid of them

Making your home safe once again from hauntings, expect for him, of course

They way he was wandering around downstairs and you actually noticed him?

Even spoke to him and thanked him for getting rid of the ghosts that have been making your life he'll?

Oh, how attached to the hip he is to you

Now I know what you're thinking, "But Monster, how can he touch his lover?"

Pfft, oh he has his ways :3c

More detail, when ghosts haunt someone, they can sometimes enter the person's dreams

Can make it a normal dream for communication or a nightmare

At first, before you started dating, he would use it to show you his memories and vice versa

Especially the parts that were hard to talk about

When you started dating, however?

Oh, he's very touchy

Hugging you tightly and whispering sweet nothings to you

Caressing your face as he looks lovingly into your eyes

Touching and playing with your hair no matter the texture

Speaking of touching in your dreams, that was one of the ways you two could be intimate!

During, he holds you very close, wishing that he can feel your flesh against your form forever

Sure, he can tug on your clothes and move things around, but it didn't feel the same

Not if he was alive

Oh, and don't think he doesn't follow you everywhere you go

Gotta make sure to protect you 24/7

And you won't know he's there even if you could see ghosts

Deciding to stay invisible and watch you with heart eyes as you go about you day

Ghost! Boyfriend is clingy in a sense of he's worried you'll find someone else. Someone who's alive.

But with some reassurance and sweet words of love, he'll slowly get over such insecurities.

Though, it will reel it's ugly head once in a while.

A very clingy lover in the dream world where he can finally touch you

Which makes him an insatiable lover

Lol good luck trying to have a normal dream

#monster lover #writers on tumblr #monster fudger #writing #ghost boyfriend #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost lover

[howifeltabouthim]

She wanted him more than her whole life.

Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover

#all consuming love #obsession #want #you're my obsession #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #lisa taddeo #ghost lover

[bittersweet-innocence]

Ghost Lover

CW: Yandere, light mentions of death, eating pussy/ass

WC: 1,088

Gender Neutral Reader (No descriptions)

You felt him before you even woke, a cold breeze, a brisk chill of ice brushing against your skin. It pulled you out of your muddled dreams filled with billowing wisps and echoing voices.

You clung to sleep, burying your face into your pillow even as the chill solidified against you, within you. You refused to open your eyes and acknowledge him. It didn’t matter he knew you were awake, he always seemed to know.

His hands tightened on your hips, his palms somewhat solid against your skin even as his fingers flickered between being solid and phasing through your skin as he focused solely on keeping his tongue solid within you. He hummed softly, his voice airy and distorted to your ears, carrying in a breeze that didn’t exist.

Once he knew you were awake, he buried his tongue deeper, no longer willing to just tease you. It felt like a popsicle buried within you and goosebumps raced across your skin.

You gasped softly, clenching around him as the chill made your skin all the more sensitive to his spectral touch.

He twisted his tongue, searching for your sweet spots, his tongue rolling over and over inside you. You couldn’t open your eyes now even if you wanted, knowing if you dared to look at him his head would be spinning round and round without his body following.

You could barely deal with him coming back from the grave. His first appearance back had been levitating over you in bed, a horrible way to wake up and something he regularly apologized for, but to see his head coming out of your stomach while he buried his tongue inside you almost made you vomit the first time he ate you out like this.

You rolled onto your back, feeling him phase through you in surprise as you moved. He quickly adjusted and pushed his tongue back into you.

“Sorry.” You muttered. “I was sleeping on my side all night and it kinda hurts.”

“It’s fine.” He mumbled. “Doesn’t bother me none.”

His hands left your hips as he spoke, trailing up your stomach to your pebbled nipples. He pinched your nipples, gently tugging on them as he chuckled lowly, the sound thrumming through your insides.

“Ah, uh.. wow, you’re getting good at that.” You say softly as your breath picks up. He hums again, his tongue pressing hard to your sweet spot. You moan softly and squirm under his cold touch.

“I’ve been practicing.” He murmurs, sighing his icy breath into you. It takes effort for your hips not to jump away from the invading cold.

You chuckle, finally opening your eyes as you stare up at your ceiling. “Does that mean I have broken cups to clean up when I get out of bed?” You ask.

When he had first come back he had been wholly intangible, much to his dismay, and so you practiced with cups and mugs to regain some of his solid form. You felt him grin from within you, a bizarre feeling that made your stomach flip.

“No, I took care of it already. No broken cups today.” He responds softly. “I just wanna see you cum. It’s the least I can do until I can fuck you again.”

You roll your eyes, he was needy enough as is, you could imagine how’d he be once he could fuck you again. He’d rut you day and night once he had the chance.

You moaned, your eyes slipping closed again as your hand went down on instinct to tangle in his hair. Your hand went straight through him and his tongue dissipated like smoke within you. You whined and dropped your hand down by your side.

“Sorry”. You mumbled.

“It’s fine. Don’t apologize.” He said as his tongue reformed inside. His hand found you and his fingers entwined with yours. He gently squeezed your hand as he worked his tongue deeper.

You would have made a remark about him trying to bury himself into your stomach, but your stomach was twisting. You moaned, letting your mouth hang open with soft pants as your hips rolled forward.

You caught him off guard and a short sound of surprise left his lips. He quickly recovered from his surprise and his tongue lapped harder, desperately drinking you down like you were the last thing he’d ever experience.

You shuddered, grip on his hand tightening. While his death hadn’t been fun by any means, you certainly were having fun with his newfound chill. It worked wonders inside you and you found yourself squeezing your eyes shut as your moans rose in volume, chasing his touch as pleasure mounted like the wave of a tsunami.

It crashed upon you and you were left, hips rutting through his ghostly form as pleasure drowned you in its electric shock. Your back arched and you moaned his name, fingers slipping through his hand as he got lost in your pulsating twitches against his tongue.

It was overwhelming, too cold, but your body felt like it was on fire. Too much touch inside you, but you wished you could feel all of him. It lasted too long, but ended too short.

Your body finally relaxed as your orgasm released its grip. Your hips dropped back down onto the bed as you panted, chest heaving as giggles bubbled in your chest.

“Fucking Christ.” You finally said between pants. “I’m never one to turn down a treat, but you may be getting too good at that. I’m seeing spots.”

He floated over you, hovering just out of your reach as he grinned down at you. “No such thing as too good. I will only be too good once if I kill you. And that’s only ‘cause then you can actually beat the shit out of me.”

You scoffed up at him. “Already ruining the mood.” You grumble. “If you kill me during sex, you will never know peace.”

His grin only widened. “Nonsense. Then we could exist together once again and go to the afterlife to live the life we should have been given.”

You glare up at him. “Will that be before or after they find my dead body naked and having died during sex? That’s the most embarrassing way to die.”

You put your hands up, picturing the headline. “Local loon dies from orgasm. Details inside. I would find a way to kill you myself, screw a fucking stroke.”

“Harsh.” He said, smiling all the same. “Come on, your breakfast is eating cold.”

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #ghost lover #writing #original character #he’s not super yan here but trust me he’s loony

[nonobadcat]

A real world AU Gothic Romance - part 1/3

Pairing: Ghost Shigaraki X Fem!Reader

Rating: Chapter one is PG-13. The other two chapters will be for readers 18+ only.

Content Warnings: Dead dog mention, cannon typical parricide

Eventual Kinks: Toys, V/oy, relations with a literal ghost

Chapter One Word Count: ~3k, Ao3 Mirror

Part 2 ---❤--- Part 3

Saturday October 15th, 2022

“So…?” gesturing like a vaudeville showman, you held out both hands towards your new house. “What do you think!? Great, right?”

Your best friend, Serenity, shoved her purple box-frame glasses up her wide, button nose and pursed her plush lips. Clicking her tongue, she curled her pointer finger into a loose coil of hair. Two tone sarcasm purred into her one word reply: “M-hmmm…”

Scratching the back of your neck, you glanced up at your new purchase just in time to watch one of the old tiles slip from the upper pitch of the dual-hipped roof. It bounced off the attic dormer, rolled past the mildew coated eaves, and slid across the mossy porch awning before tumbling a mere foot into the patchy, overgrown taxus bush. 

You forced a smile and pointed to the ancient, untamed yew. “Well, at least the roots are strong.”

Serenity pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please tell me you didn't use the realtor's home inspector."

"Oh come on Ren-Ren," you laughed, waving her off. Your eyes rolled to the side as your smile fell by one tooth. "I mean… I checked the plumbing myself, so…"

Brown eyes narrowed at you as your voice trailed off. With a deep, motherly sigh, she squeezed your shoulder. "Listen, you know I love you, right?"

You nodded.

She hooked her thumb over her shoulder. "It's a dump."

"It's a historical home!" You protested, crossing your arms. "It has good bones!"

Serenity eyed up the dingy, chipping brick and sun bleached slate tiles before shaking her head. "How many square feet?"

You fanned your hand across your chest. "3.5k with an acre of property plus a full attic and root cellar."

She blinked. "Hold up. That's like $400k+ most places! I thought you said your budget was $220,000?"

You grinned. "Yeah, and this was only $130,000 including closing costs. Crazy, right?"

Your best friend did a double take, staring at the ramshackle Second Empire with renewed interest. "Well… at least that covers the roof and siding." She thumbed her chin and cocked her head. "You're sure this thing has indoor plumbing?"

You shoved her shoulder. "Don't be a dick."

Serenity snickered into her palm. "Okay, so aside from having a friggen 'root cellar' and all the curb appeal of a haunted house, what else is wrong with it?"

You pointed to the far edge of the property where a line of grizzled pines swayed in the autumn breeze. "Busiest train tracks in the greater metropolitan area."

She whistled. "That's gonna blow."

"Literally," you agreed, massaging your temples.

She elbowed you in the ribs. "Still quieter than living with your ex."

You grinned. "No kidding!" With a wave of your hand, you beckoned her around the side of the building. "Wanna see the cool part?"

"Your definition of 'cool' is sus."

You grabbed the sleeve of her caramel colored duffle coat and tugged. "Just come on!"

Across the clover riddled lawn, Serenity trudged behind you in her knee high, slouch boots. She wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed to fight off the cool October wind. You pulled to a stop beside a massive old swamp oak and opened your purse. A wax coated paper sack appeared from the depths of your handbag. Scrawled in inky cursive were two words: "Doggone Delish".

You squatted low, and reached between tumbling roots. Gently brushing the leaf litter aside, you unveiled a carved piece of lichen encrusted soapstone. Time had worn the words smooth, but they were still legible.

"Mon: 1885?" Serenity murmured the text out loud before her eyes fanned wide. "Don't tell me that's a—"

You laid the oatmeal biscuit on the gravemarker and patted it fondly. "He was a Corgi. I found an old picture in one of the drawers." Rising to your feet, you brushed your hands on your jeans and grinned at her. "I always wanted a pet Corgi, and now I've got one."

Serenity eyed the long, dark branches of the towering giant above you. Their bare, grasping fingers crawled at the breeze. "Yeah well, hate to tell you this but your new dog is up the stump and fattening the squirrels by now." 

You scoffed and flashed her a playful smile. "So? Ghost dogs are cheaper than live ones."

"Freak," she teased, kicking your heel.

You stuck out your tongue and wiggled your fingers at her.

A low rumble tumbled in on the wind. The train's whistle shrieked out in the distance. Serenity covered her ears and grimaced. You shrugged and pointed to the house. She nodded, trailing behind you.

When they spotted the biscuit upon the gravemarker, the pair of crimson eyes in the upstairs window wrinkled with delight.

After a brief climb up the sagging porch steps and a short war with the new latchkey, your party arrived in the entryway. Pastel grey and tar black tiles arranged in geometric patterns lay just before the lanky old staircase. To the right, sunlight streamed through the bay windows of the empty, blandly colored front parlor. As Serenity handed you her coat, she examined the silk rose print wallpaper of the foyer. 

"The previous owners have all tried to renovate, but all of them had to stop the repairs before completion for some reason." You patted the yellowing flowers. "So a lot of it is still the original turn of the 20th century decor."

"Okay…" A puff of dust fluttered through the air as your companion tapped one of the old gas landliers in the entryway. With a grin, she turned to face you. "This place is kinda old-timey cool."

"Keep your shoes on," you told her, shuffling her coat onto the hanger. Tucking it into the cedar-lined hall closet, you toed the chipped porcelain tiles. "I haven't finished sweeping yet."

Serenity rolled her eyes. "Nobody’s got time to clean this much house by themselves!" She huffed and crossed her arms. "Why do you think my trunk looks like I scrubbed Mr. Clean’s bubbles?"

With a squeal of happiness, you flung your arms around her shoulders and crushed her against your chest. "Marry me, Ren-Ren."

"Keep that talk up and Marcus's paranoid self is gonna blow my phone up with his 'Baby, where you at?’-s," she laughed.

You released your friend and toed her boots. "You sure keep that boy under your heels."

"Mistress Ser knows what he likes,” she agreed, using the sleeve of her hubbie's hoodie to wipe the dust off the flecked glass of an old, gilded mirror. Tracing the ornate brass with the pad of her finger, she turned to you. “I’m loving this. Where’d you get it?”

“Came with the house.” You nodded to a cabriole legged, mahogany console just below the looking glass. Though the deep auburn shellac had silvered with sun damage, crystal knobs and burled wood spoke to its posh pedigree. A square shaped water ring in the dead center hinted at the old flower vase which must have once graced the hall. “Anything fabric was mouse eaten, but I saved the bedroom set.”

She wrinkled her nose. “You’re gonna sleep in some dead person’s bed? Gross.”

“Don’t make that face, Ren. I’m changing out the mattress.” You sighed. “Besides, this is legit heirloom stuff. When will I ever be able to afford fancy antiques on a my salary?” 

Serenity patted your shoulder. “Long as you don’t go banging a ghost or something.”

You shoved her down the hall. “You're really gonna go putting those thoughts in my head?!”

“You love it,” she teased back, running her hand over the dusty glass shades of the wall bracket lamps. “Are these oil?”

You shook your head. “Natural gas with an open flame. The seller said they capped the lines years ago though. Apparently, they caused a huge house fire back in the day and killed everybody except the little boy who lived here. After that they switched to kerosene and candles.”

“Open flame?” Serenity pulled away from the light as if it had teeth. “Small wonder the place went up.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, cupping your elbows. “Sounds like the people who owned it in the forties tried to repair the damage to the gas when they added the electricity. Supposedly the lines were sound, but the gas never worked right. The flame was always going out, leaving the gas running unchecked. They think it was low pressure or something. It made them annoyed so they sold it.”

As you walked, your companion eyed the soaring twelve foot ceilings and ornate transoms above the massive box doorways. “Well duh. If you make your walls friggin fifty foot tall, of course you’re gonna have pressure problems!”

“Yeah, but the water pipes work fine,” you pointed out, grabbing the round brass handle to the empty parlor. Chantilly parquet floors creaked below your feet as you strolled to the old coal burning fireplace and rested a hand on the chipped marble mantle. In the center of the elaborate plaster medallion, a dusty teardrop crystal chandelier hung above your heads. You flipped the wall switch. The light flickered to life with a painful click, illuminating faded scarlet walls. “The electrician says the wiring is safe, but it still sounds sketch to me.”

“Like it’s grinding or something.” She pressed her ear to the peeling, geometric patterned paper before shaking her head. “Well, at least I don’t hear any bees. Marcus’s mom had them in her walls one summer and Memorial Day turned into a horror movie real fast.”

You strolled to the old pocket doors on the far wall and pushed them wide. Beyond the thick walls, worn stain and gouged wainscot welcomed guests to the formal dining room. Ready for eight, the solid mahogany table stool proudly on hand carved, reeded legs. Beside the bay windows, a matching buffet complete with a wide, oval mirror and rosewood inlays awaited crystal bottles filled with port and brandy. Between twin hall doors, the empty hutch cried out for platinum-edged bone china and silver candlesticks to fill the empty shelves encased in its diamond mutins.

“I had to strip the cushions from the chairs,” you explained, resting your hand on the glossy table. “But the wood cleaned up nice with some mineral spirits and paste wax.”

Serenity shot you an incredulous look. “You've been watching too much ‘This Old House’.”

“It’s only $10 a quart at the hardware store. Way cheaper than a new table.”

Your companion rolled her wrist and beconked you to her. “Show me your hands.”

You cringed, holding out dry, peeling fingers.

Her eye twitched. “That’s it. After we finish this tour, I’m gonna drag your scaley self to Sally's Beauty.” She ripped her phone out of her pocket, furiously thumbing the keyboard. When the signal lit up with one bar, she snarled. “If there even is one in this podunk town.” 

You shrugged. “It’s a well water and septic world out here.”

Gripping her head, Serenity groaned. “I’m buying you a Brita filter. Asap.”

Heading down the long foyer, you made a sharp turn onto a narrow, walnut trimmed staircase. The dark, hand carved banister wobbled in your grip. You frowned at the loose fourth baluster. Not another one! Stupid Victorian hide glue! The original carpenter did some beautiful dovetail joinings but that stuff could not handle the humid summers in this area. More and more, the only dates you seemed to go on were with Norm Abram, Titebond and wood clamps. Now… the question was should you Amazon Prime some of the original stuff for authenticity’s sake or go with the stronger, cheaper wood glue you could get at Milton’s Hardware?

Cheaper probably. Considering the cost of Mansard roof repairs, cheaper was about what you could afford.

Leading her to the creaky upper hall, you bypassed the largest of four bedrooms on the south side of the house. Serenity paused, peaking through the crack in the old, tilted door frame. You shook your head and jerked your thumb down the landing.

“I got stuck in there last week. The house shifted so much over the years that it jams on humid days. I have to sand and rehang it before next summer.”

“Stuck? With cell service this bad?” She glanced out the far window at the long, overgrown expanse of forest which blocked any sight of your neighbors. A shiver rippled down her body. “Creepy.”

You paused, shaking hand rattling the old brass knob to the northern bedroom. “Tell me about it. I’ve left a crowbar and one of those fire escape ladders in there ever since.

Past the solid, double hip door sat a time capsule to the late nineteenth century. The original oak floors had yellowed with age but even the home inspector was impressed by their lack of seam gaps. Overlooking the front of the property, late 2000s double hung bay windows (a testament to the seller’s half-finished remodeling) encircled a small sitting area near the original coal burning fireplace. After hours of fighting with cast iron grating and a stubborn chimney flue, you’d managed to seal out the worst of the draft. The elegant brass chandelier surrendered its tarnish after two hours of polishing, leaving it capped with a luxurious glow every time the sun peeked through the gauzey Walmart curtains. Unlike the worn examples downstairs, dark wallpaper with golden peony blooms looked untouched by the years. 

You flopped onto your new, plastic wrapped mattress and stretched your hands wide. “Behold! Antiquey expensive stuff!”

Serenity’s jaw dropped as she took in the six part, solid mahogany bedroom set. As lovely a red as the day it was made, each piece of satin smooth craftsmanship testified to its owner's fortune. Capped in gothic embellishments and trimmed with burr wood inlays, the queen sized bed looked more like a cathedral than a sleeping space. A marble topped, tiered dressing table with dangling pewter drawer pulls stood ready for silver backed, boar bristle hair brushes and ambergris scented perfumes. You could hide four bodies in the massive armoire. Deep dresser drawers would hold six full skirted walking costumes with ease. Loveliest of all, the free standing, body length mirror reflected your companion’s flabbergasted gawking.

She pointed to the tall, narrow door. “Ho-how’d they even get this stuff in this room?!” 

You snickered, rising to your feet. “That era was all knockdown furniture,” you explained, turning the dressing table around. Tracing the dovetail seam between top and bottom, you tapped your temple. “Not like they wanted to haul all this stuff up the stairs anymore than we would.”

Serenity whistled. “Smart.”

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You dashed across the room to the six foot tall secretary desk and pulled down the writing table. In the center cubby, a luscious painting of olde English foxglove, Narcissus, and Lily of the Valley graced the Purpleheart inlays. You turned the small brass key in the latch and extracted a yellowed, black and white photograph of two children and a pudgy Pembroke Welsh Corgi. “Meet Mon, Tenko, and Hana Shimura.”

Your friend studied the picture. Hana, decked in high pigtails, stood solemnly in her dark pinafore and pristine, lacey apron. Tiny lips smashed in a thin line hinted at her efforts to control her smile. Under a messy flop of black hair, Tenko’s bright eyes gleamed with delight as he forced the Victorian portrait frown while clutching his new puppy. 

“Hold up,” Serenity demanded, tapping the picture with her long, lavender nail. “Aren’t those Japanese names?”

You nodded, returning the old photo to its hiding spot. “I think so.”

She crossed her arms. “Japan had its borders forced open by Perry in 1854. We’re supposed to believe some super rich Japanese family just packed it up, moved to Gilded-Age America, learned the language, and built a mansion in the middle of Podunk, USA just a few decades later?” Jabbing an annoyed figure at the elaborate plasterwork around the chandelier, she added: “Possible, but unlikely much?”

You shrugged. “Deus ex machina?”  

Serenity clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “I guess, but it’s a terrible one, even for a smutty fanfic.”

“Eh… it’s Halloween. Gotta get our fix somewhere,” you replied, kicking the cotton batting. “Help me get this on the bed?”

Bustling to your side, your companion tore through the thin plastic. “So… which one of the Shimuras burnt the house down?”

“I think it was the dad,” you explained, hefting the edge of the mattress above the bed frame. “Might have been rich, but rumor has it he was a perfectionist and family beater. According to the librarian, local gossip was that, after he killed the kid’s dog, the wife tried to take them and leave.”

Serenity grunted as she swung her side up and over. The mattress flopped into place with a woosh before sinking down into the platform base. “Yeah, bet a man like that doesn’t take too kindly to his favorite punching bags up and walking away.”

You scoffed. “Anyone who hurt Mon-chan deserves to burn.”

All at once, your hackles rose. Pricked ears caught the tail end of a distant cackle. You whipped around scanning the room.

“What’s up?”

Rubbing the back of your neck, you shook off the feeling like a wet dog. “N-nothing. Just swore I heard a…” Your voice trailed off as you fixed your gaze on the old looking glass before glancing to the window. “Weird…”

“Hey!” Serenity grabbed your shoulder. “Don’t be pulling that ‘I thought I saw something’ nonsense when I’ve gotta sleep here tonight!”

You laughed and threw up your hands in apology. “Sorry, sorry. Just caught a glint of sunlight in the mirror. That’s all.”

Inside the glass, body shaking with laughter, Tomura’s pale hand clamped tight over a skeletal grin.

Part II coming Saturday October 22nd, 2022

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[nereevio]

I don't know if you've read particles & waves but if you have you should totally draw ghost Dylan X Ryan !!!

Oh I haven’t yet but I literally immediately opened it on my account to read it now!😆

Y’know, I’m gonna get all my old artwork out of the way first and once I’m off to post my new stuff, this is gonna be first priority! Thank you! ^^ <3

#the quarry #rylan #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #ghost stories #particles #waves #ghost lover #request #i cant waittt #:) <3

[eldritchboop]

Okay, Pinterest. You win. These candles are freaking adorable and I regret nothing.

#halloween #halloween crafts #spooky season #ghost lover

[ghost-of-luna]

Anniversary-eve 🥰💖💋

#ghost sighting #ghost lover

[fr-3-aksh-0-w]

What kinda bullshit is “til death do us part”?

Forget that. I’m taking you out on little ghosty dates. We gonna haunt houses together. Possess people. Raise the dead.

#ragtagrunaways #ghost #ghost lover #shitpost #just gay stuff #partner

[ouimais]

“I force holy water down my throat

to stop myself from waking things that are dead and need to rest

I tried everything to purge you out of my system

yet every fortnight 

you still resurrect

I was never the one to let the dead rest

but I dread 

spirits above are getting mad”

@songfortheghosts

#poetry #her poetry #heartbreak poem #sad poetry #poems on tumblr #haunting #haunted #ghost #ghost lover #you left #graveyard #purge #holy water

[howifeltabouthim]

Flashes of their sex flitted through her brain like subliminal advertisements. One scene, in particular.

Lisa Taddeo, from Ghost Lover

#flashbacks #intimacy #in bed #obsession #intrusive thoughts #relatable #quotes #lit #words #excerpts #quote #literature #lisa taddeo #ghost lover

[bittersweet-innocence]

(little bits with my characters that run around my head plus with a new OC)

Questionable Therapist: honestly, they are awful to you and yet you sit here and defend them like you have a gun to your head.

Questionable Therapist, shaking his head: did the Barbie movie teach you nothing? They are just Ken, they don’t have a good day unless you do so why have you let them kick you out of your house.

Reader: I thought that it was about romantic partners ignoring your boundaries and forcing you to change your life. Or just not taking no as an answer, like toxic masculinity.

Questionable Therapist: no, it was about friends.

A few months later

Reader: so I started watching My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

Questionable Therapist, staring blankly as he twirls his pencil between his fingers: we need to start putting limits on what you watch.

Questionable Therapist: for example, if you want kids movies, watch Across the Spiderverse. It has a great message about how friends can be and what they can do to you. Or SpongeBob.

Reader: SpongeBob?

Questionable Therapist: I’m convinced that all of SpongeBob’s friends hate him.

~

Reader, trying to use the bathroom as black paws scratch at the door and poke feebly under: …

Reader: Rufus, you’re not coming in here and sitting in my pants while I use the bathroom. Forget it.

Screeching on the other side of the door as Reader shakes their head.

~

Reader: have you seen the SpongeBob Hamilton animatic with Patrick?

Ghost Lover, considering their choices in partner: …

Ghost Lover: no, love, I haven’t.

(He watched over their shoulder in the wall as Reader watched it forty times in a row, tearing up at the AI voice and seriously worried for their health)

~

Reader: Babe, can I ask you about one of your purchases?

Sugarbaby: I thought this arrangement was that you wouldn’t question what I did.

Reader: …you’ve been custom made dildos. I can see the order details.

Sugarbaby, hamster wheeling every memory of meticulously measuring Reader’s junk while they slept, voice cracking: oh? That’s interesting.

~

Princess, playing coy: oops, I’m so clumsy~ perhaps you could carry me, my lord? Help me escape my bumbling feet?

Reader: you just fell into mud and scraped both your knees and your face on rocks. Are you okay?

Princess with tears in her eyes: please just pick me up.

~

(As a bonus)

Ghost Lover, making Reader seek out therapy for their addiction to SpongeBob Hamilton: I heard this therapist is good.

Reader: if you say so. Maybe some grief counselling could help me.

Ghost Lover: I wish you were talking about me and not SpongeBob dying in Hamilton.

Questionable Therapist, stepping out of his office: okay, hello new patient, I’m very excited to start our session. Come on in.

Ghost Lover, recoiling like a rabid raccoon: oh hell no, this man has twelve bodies buried in his backyard and he has a bigger dick than me, I can feel it.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere x you #questionable therapist #ghost lover #familiar #sugarbaby #princess #writing #original character

[jellyjellyfish]

Here it is

If you want to join feel free to contact me.

(by chat)

My phone number :

#new writer boost #writers block #fiction #fandom #ghost club #ghost lover #gacha school #gacha oc #gacha community #gacha club #ghost

[eupain]

#ghost band #ghost fandom #digital art #ghost fanart #nameless ghouls #cardinal copia #dark art #the band ghost #ghost #ghost the band #tobias forge #ghost lover #papa emeritus iv #impera tour #impera album #impera release #ghost bc