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con-dientes · 8 months ago
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Imagine getting fucked by a ghost or an invisible force in front of a mirror. There’s nothing you can do but feel and see your gaping pussy. The best part is that you never know when they’re going to fuck you again since you can’t see them <3
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frankiethedarkangel · 5 months ago
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You recently moved into a home that is notorious for being haunted.
Being the skeptic you are, you took the chance with it. You could handle a few bumps in the night, maybe even at the worst, a little poltergeist activity.
After spending the day unpacking you decided to explore the attic. There were a few boxes that needed to go into storage for the holidays. Grabbing your phone to use as a flashlight, you head to the hallway to pull down the ladder to the attic.
It was as you expected. A dusty and over heated space at the top of the house. As soon as you turn your flashlight on you feel as if someone poked your side.
Your flashlight relieved a something in the back of the attic covered by a white, dusty, cobweb ridden sheet. So typical. Making your way to see what it is, you feel like someone’s touching you again.
This time it’s bolder than feel as if there was someone poking your side. Something touched your ass. Trying to ignore it, but definitely feeling weirded out, you make a logical explanation for it. Just a muscle spasm you told yourself.
That was until you actually reached the cloth covered objects. Pulling the sheet off, you see there’s a painting of a man. Must be one of the previous owners.
Before you could even move something pushed you against the wall hard. Letting out a scream you try to fight off whoever it was. But there was nobody there.
Feeling something touch you again. Almost as if someone is running their fingers up your legs. You decide to call out.
“Who’s there?”
As expected nobody answers, but it takes you by the hips and pushes you against the wall again. By now you’ve pieced together it’s the ghost you heard about. Well, the poltergeist.
“It’s you isn’t it?”
Looking at the painting as you ask. Almost as if it’s giving you an answer, your pants are pulled off and you feel a finger rubbing your wetting slit.
Rubbing circles on your clit with what feels like it’s thub. Slowly pushing a finger into your pussy. It feels so wrong, but it feels so good.
After the mystery of a person fingers you, you feel a while body pin you to the wall. Holding your hips tight. Slowly what feels like a hard dick is pushing into your now soaked pussy. Using you make itself reach an orgasm.
You feel the ghost cock twitch inside you. As if it was a warning, it cums inside of you. It pulls out and just, disappears. Getting yourself dressed you feel the ghost’s cum leaking out of you.
“It’s green? Green goo?”
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clowncaraz · 3 months ago
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spectrosexual / enth
"i am enth, i am spectrosexual."
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redesigned the spectrosexual flag.
spectrosexual is the attraction to folkloric ghosts. i specify folklore because not all ghosts are fictional, and the assumption that ghost partners are fictional are not always received well. many enths are also witches or practice witchcraft, which adds to the mythology/folklore aspect rather than a fictional aspect.
not all enths like dead bodies, and those who do shouldn't use the term to mean the attraction towards the dead. ghosts themselves are not exactly dead but are the shadows of a spirit, which is a separate entity from it's body.
spectrosexual relationships are often called "spirit relationships" or "ghost relationships" and involve at least a ghost and a person. to introduce new language, we can use the term "binding" to refer to those relationships. "my binding to her was fun while it lasted," or "their binding is cute."
a ghost lover or partner could be known as a "spiramor". "my spiramor is coming with me today," and "he's my spiramor."
ghost marriage (posthumous marriage) is possible, even if not legally binding in many countries. These marriages usually involve a seance and a celebration if possible.
enths are considered asexual due to their attraction.
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quicktosimp · 4 months ago
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Phasmophilia
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A/N: Here we go Day 6!!! There's only one day left of Survive the Night!!! So here I decided to do something a little different, this is actually a crossover of Avatar and Phasmophobia, I hope you all enjoy it 💓
Warnings: 18+, Aged Up Characters, Kidnapping, Hunting, Phasmophillia, NonCon, Major Character Death, Humiliation
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Jake sat around one of the large communal fires, the new generation sitting around with him. They had all become adults years ago. Many of them had mates and their own children who were sitting on their laps. Neteyam had his own five children running around. Tuk’s youngest daughter was sitting on her Grandfather’s lap, enjoying the small bits of food Jake would cut up for her.
Spider sat with them. He had always enjoyed the old ghost stories that Jake had told. Hearing the scary stories told by humans back on Earth was one of the few things that Spider enjoyed about human culture.
“-and there I was at Sunny Medows, an abandoned mental institution. The foyer was dark; the power hadn’t been turned on. Which wasn’t unusual; many ghosts hated the light, thriving in the darkness,” Jake paused momentarily when the toddler in his lap whined for more food.
Biting off another piece of meat, Jake used his fingers to feed it to his youngest grandchild before continuing, “It was a small team, only myself and one other; going there with only a team of two was idiocy, but we were young 19-year-olds and eager to prove ourselves. We received the map and saw that the breaker was near the entrance. The lights made it a bit easier to navigate, but that didn’t make it any safer for us.” 
Jake looked off to the side as if checking his 6; the first thing we noticed while walking around was the temperature. Even without the power, the building was pretty warm; none of the rooms had even the slightest temperature decrease on the upper levels. There was nothing on EMF, and we were surprised; even as we checked around the alter someone had made, covered in blood, the candles already lit despite no one being there, but we found nothing. Cursing at our luck, we headed back to the van; I noticed that my partner was looking around; he turned to me and asked if I heard that. I was confused. I hadn’t heard anything; we both shrugged it off and made our way to the van, changing out our gear.”
Ao’nung and his pregnant mate joined us, curious about the story.
“The basement was treacherous, with little escape rooms, so we went in prepared; I had a writing book, a camera situation on a tripod, and a D.O.T. S. Projector; my partner went in with a UV light, a Spirit Box, and an EMF reader just in case,” Jake looked deep into the fire seemingly mourning.
Tonowari and Ronal joined the group, their third child now on the brink of adulthood and another little one with them.
Jake nodded in greeting before continuing, “Maybe if I had checked our sanity, maybe if I had grabbed the parabolic microphone, maybe if I had listened to his concerns, he’d still be here, but I-we didn’t. We went back into the building, cocky that we’d find the bastard and get out. We were arrogant and stupid and charged into the basement, not caring that the halls were narrow, leaving scarce room for escape.”
Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Spider all tensed; spatial awareness is something that Jake drilled into them harshly; even the mentions of this place were making them overly aware of their surroundings.
“My partner brought out the Spirit Box and started to ask it questions, for it to open the door, to flip a light switch, what their name was, how they died, and he kept repeating those questions over and over again. Until finally, a door slammed nearby.”
They may not have been used to or even seen the standard doors from Earth, but they imagined that they could hear the bang as the door hit the wall.
Jake shook his head, “It didn’t take us long to find the door. My partner quickly brought out the UV light, and there it was, a bright glowing handprint. We were so excited, our first piece of evidence right in our faces. It was right then that we found some EMF, only level 2, but it was something.” Jake released a long sigh.
“Confidant we had found the room, I opened the door and looked around; it was nothing more than an overturned room like all the others. So I placed the D.O.T.S., making sure it overlooked the whole room and set up the camera on the tripod. I was so fucking giddy, I tossed the writing book into the ground in the middle of the room,” Jake huffed out a bitter laugh, “And that’s when it went to hell.”
Neytiri’s ears folded back as she placed a hand on her mate's shoulder.
Spider looks at them oddly; this was just a ghost story, right? Jake’s just using himself to help sell the story… there’s no such thing as human ghosts.
“That’s when I heard it, it was soft and gentle, women singing. The lights weren’t flickering, but we knew the ghost was close. There were a couple of tables that had been turned over, so we hid behind them. I remember cursing myself for not having the camera in my hand, wanting to see if I could get a decent sighting. I didn’t even notice my partner's face. The humming got louder, but I didn’t see anything. Finally, it stopped; I laughed, thinking we had duped it. Until I turned to my partner, only to see his face as white as the walls once were. His eyes filled with fear as he pointed to the spot right in front of us. It was right there, and I was laughing, thinking we were fine. I rolled my eyes, thinking he was being over dramatic; I slapped him on the shoulder before standing up and heading back to the room. It wasn’t cold enough to even warrant bringing in a thermometer, and the book had been chucked to the other side of the room.” 
The group leaned closer, intrigued with the new information.
“I was ecstatic with the information; I took out my journal and crossed off ghostwriting and freezing temps. With the previous information, I knew there were only four types of ghosts left. I looked at my partner, telling him to leave the EMF reader on the floor and to try again with the spirit box, so he did; no matter how much he talked, it wouldn’t respond. Frustrated, we decided to return to the bus; the moment we left the room, the lights shut off, leaving us in darkness, and the singing returned. And this time, it was hunting us.” Jake’s eyes glazed over as he spoke the next part.
“The halls were so narrow we could barely run side by side, and with the debris all over the floor, it was a mess, I couldn’t see shit. It didn’t take long for me to trip over something. I landed flat on my face; some of the broken glass embedded itself into my face and arm, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I could feel my blood dripping out of my wounds and onto the floor, but I could see it; I could see her. Blinking as it came towards me, her singing became louder and louder until she was right in front of me. She chilled the air around her, and I waited; I waited for death, but it never came. She moved right past me; I wasn’t her target. I felt a moment of relief before,” Jake choked, “Before he started screaming.”
Gasps and soft curses filled the area as they understood what happened.
“My partner begged me to help him, but I couldn’t find him; it was too dark. I shakily crawled, trying to get to my feet, the glass entering my skin as I pushed myself up. And that’s when I heard it, a choked-off rasp, and then nothing. I was too late; I knew he was dead. There was nothing else I could do but haul my ass out of there. I stumbled out, bleeding, as I made my way to the bus. Honestly, I don’t know if I was crying or not, just that my partner was dead and that I was next. And to make things worse, I found out what it was that killed my partner on the bus. I watched the cameras; I was first greeted by his face, stark and pale, fear etched into his face… The floating orb was easy to spot in the dark room. That left two ghost types, and I had a feeling I knew which one. Then there it was, her silhouette in the D.O.T.S., a banshee, a fucking banshee.” Jake's sudden anger surprised the group.
All along, the bitch had been following us, scaring my partner, dwindling his sanity down to nothing; she targeted him the whole time. But I didn’t fucking listen, and now he’s dead. I logged the ghost type in and left.”
Jake slowly looked everyone in the eye, ensuring he had their attention, “Human ghosts have not yet been spotted on Pandora, but that doesn’t mean they won't be here. Too many humans have died painful deaths; we will see them sooner or later.” 
The Metkayina looked horrified, wondering how the vrrtep could still cause such damage even in death. 
That was until Lo’ak busted out laughing, “Good try; I have to say these ghost stories get better every time,” Lo’ak said, standing up, his mates and kids following him. 
Neteyam chuckled as he followed his brother, and soon, the group dispersed. Looking back, Neytiri was still there comforting Jake as he stared deep into the fire. But no one noticed, not even Spider.
They all made their way to their respective marui, besides Spider, who lives further out in one of the metal husks that allows oxygen to flow. He hates the damn thing, but hey, he can breathe.
Spider continued into the small forestry area on the island where his shack rests, his shoulders tense after hearing Jake’s ghost story and just how seriously he took it. He also didn’t laugh at the end like he usually does.
Spider was knocked out of his thoughts by the sound of singing softly and filled with mourning; he spun around, looking every which way, trying to find the source. 
“Come on, guys, this isn’t funny,” He laughed slightly.
But the humming only got louder.
Spider looked around, bedding over, trying to see them through the thicket, “Kiri? Is that you? Come on, this is ridiculous,” He laughed, shaking his head, “Lo’ak, I swear if you put your kids up to this, your ass is mine the next time we spar.”
He shook his head as he turned around, and his scream broke off when he was face to face with a transparent human woman.
The next thing Spider knew, he was in a dark shack; the wood had crumbled long ago, and the glass windows had shattered. He stood shakily to his feet, wondering where he was; this shack didn’t look like anything he had seen on the island. 
A thump sounded nearby, “Hello? Is someone there?” Spider asked concernedly before his self-preservation instincts kicked in, and he was behind a table. 
“Yes,” A soft voice whispered. 
Spider looked around, seeing nothing; he was alone in the room. He stood up, walking around the room, the old floorboards creaking underneath him, “Are you in the room?” He asked again, fear clouding his vision; something wasn’t right.
“Here,” The same voice whispered. 
Spider hopped over some of the broken furniture, still seeing nothing, not even a speaker for the voice to have come from.
He huffed out irritably but not daring to do anything more to antagonize his captor; he had learned something since the last time he was kidnapped all those years ago.
Crouching down for better leverage, he asks calmly, “Well then, where are you?”
Something was behind him, and he couldn’t get away “Behind,” Spider turned around to see the same transparent woman from before.
The shock of seeing her knocked him off balance; he landed on his ass as he tried to back away because Jake was right! Jake tried to tell them the truth, and they had all laughed it off! And now Spider would pay the price. 
Tears pricked at Spider’s eyes; it was already too close, there was no escape. Yet it didn’t seem to be aggressive, simply returning to its humming while following him; her grotesque smile sent a wave of nausea through him as he continued to back away. 
The shack was small; it didn’t take long for Spider to be backed into a corner. She seemed pleased by this, now that she was able to close in on her target.
“Please stop! Why are you doing this?” Spider begs as her hands wrap around his face.
She gently wipes the tears off his face, “Alone,” her soft voice says before crashing their lips together.
Her hums were soft and happy as she kissed Spider. The same could not be said for him; Spider screwed his eyes shut as her cold lips met his; they were chapped and tasted like blood; slowly, her hands traveled downward, feeling his muscular shoulders and biceps. She smiled appreciatively as she felt Spider’s body before pulling away.
Spider opened his eyes hesitantly, trying to look away from where her hands rested on his chest. She giggled slightly before forcing him to stand. 
“Hey! What’s that for?” He blurted out, unable to hold back his mouth.
Thankfully for him, she didn’t take offense, “Fun,” She responded, letting her hands travel even lower. 
Spider’s eyes widened as he backed away, hitting the wall, “No, no, no, we’re not doing this.”
She narrowed her eyes before making a wailing like sound. She charged at him, her body pinning him there as she ripped off his tewng, making sure there were no salvageable pieces. 
“NO!” Spider screamed, pushing her off.
His chest felt tight as the tears returned, using one of his hands to cover himself. 
She wailed again before stalking off, “Mine!” Was the last thing she said before disappearing. 
With her gone, Spider ran, not caring about his nudity; he just needed to get out. Jake was right humans were becoming ghosts on Pandora, and they were fucking insane!
The trees and brush moved past Spider with ease as he continued to run. He didn’t stop, never tiring as he ran for hours, the adrenaline keeping him going. 
The sun had begun to rise when he finally heard it: Kiri’s voice!
“Kiri! Are you there? Where are you?” He yelled, trying to pinpoint her location. 
Kiri’s voice mixed with others, along with the sounds of sniffles.
“Guys, what’s wrong? I need your help! Jake was right! The ghost grabbed me, and I think it’s going to come back!” Spider shouted as he made his way towards the noise, yet no one answered him.
Lo’ak’s head finally came into view.
Spider began to get angry, forgetting that he was nude. He stormed up to Lo’ak, “What the fuck, bro! I need your help, and you can’t even-” He stopped himself as he saw Lo’ak’s face; it was swollen and covered in tears.
Looking around, everyone had a similar expression.
Spider deflated as he realized what happened, his heart pounding out of his chest, “Who did it kill? I know it must have taken someone.”
But again, there was no answer.
Hesitantly, Spider walked forward to the circle of people, trying to peek in and see the body.
Spider’s voice caught in his throat as he looked down.
Tonowari spoke up, “I have never seen a death like this, Sully; what could have caused this?”
Jake looked heartbroken as he looked down at the body; its face had the same look as his partner who died long ago, “I’ve seen this before; I’ll grab the tools from my marui. It won't attack again until eclipse.” He muttered blandly, his voice void of emotion.
“No, no, no, it’s not true, I’m- I’m, I’m not,” Spider choked out, only to feel two arms wrapped around his waist.
She smiled against his bare back, “Mine,” She cooed happily.
Spider couldn’t respond as he stared at his own body. Limp on the ground, his expression filled with nothing but fear.
Because Jake Sully was right. Human ghosts came to Pandora, and Spider was the first victim.
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ghoulsblues · 26 days ago
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Be careful using an Ouija board without proper instruction. You could end up opening doors you can NEVER close. No matter how hard you plug your nose~
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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 month ago
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1. i'm sleeping with a ghoul (Ghost!Lucifer x MC)
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A/N: Hello!! This is a few days late, but I said I wanted to do Obey Me month and I'm sticking to it, damn it! So I offer you my very first story for it, as well as the first thing I've published for the om fandom that isn't Barbatos. This was actually really fun to write and I wanna thank @the-ancient-fae for giving me the prompt of 'ghost' to help me figure something out!! That simple prompt has created a whole basket of ideas in my head, so thank you, Roxy 💜 But anyways, enjoy reading!!
Pairing(s): Lucifer x MC
Prompt: Day 1 - Lucifer from @obeymetournaments's list of prompts for this month!!
Summary: The tale of someone who encountered a... different kind of ghost.
Tag(s): 18+, themes of stalking, Spectrophilia/Phasmophilia, dubious consent, non-explicit, mentions of sexual content, first person pov
Word Count: 922
Song Inspiration: Sex With A Ghost By Teddy Hyde
Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.
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[Author Masterlist]
[Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 3] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7] [Day 8] [Day 9] [Day 10] [Day 11] [Day 12] [Day 13] [Day 14] [Day 15] [Day 16] [Day 17] [Day 18] [Day 19] [Day 20] [Day 21] [Day 22] [Day 23] [Day 24] [Day 25] [Day 26] [Day 27] [Day 28] [Day 29] [Day 30] [Day 31]
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Anyone who’s ever lived in a haunted house before will be familiar with the usual signs. Creaking floors, footsteps down the hallway, doors opening and closing on their own, whispers in other rooms. I, myself, am familiar with all of those, but those aren’t the things I’m experiencing in my current home. I hear less whispers and more longing sighs. I see shadows creeping around the corner. Sometimes the flap of wings. The click of formal shoes. I’ve recently started finding feathers in random places throughout the house. Long, black feathers. Bigger than any bird in my neighborhood.
I can feel whenever I’m being watched. The time I seem to be watched most is when I’m sleeping. Or at least laying in my bed at night. I can even see the outline of a figure if I look into the darkness for long enough and I swear the figure has horns and wings. Do you think it sees me, too?
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The ghost. It’s a man. I know what he looks like now. He’s gotten bolder, closer. Or maybe I’ve just started paying more attention?
The places I find feathers have gotten more consistent. More specific. They’re only in parts of the houses I often frequent, like the kitchen and my own bedroom. And just the other day… I was in the bathroom, had just finished a shower. It was such a cliche. I wiped off the mirror and immediately I saw him, behind me. But unlike the movies, he didn’t flicker away as soon as I saw him. Instead, he stayed. He met my eyes. It was like he wanted me to see him. And so, I did. Soft, black, feathery hair with just the tiniest piece of his bangs turned gray. Deep, mysterious red and black eyes. Four black-feathered wings that are a glorious sight to behold, almost how one would imagine angel wings. But then my eyes catch on the large, black horns curving upwards from the top of his head. That’s when I’m reminded that he is certainly no angel.
Even so, he took my breath away. And he knew it. A look of pride upon his face before I blink and he’s finally gone. It took me a moment to recover after that. But it was not because I was terrified. Nor was I upset that he was intruding upon my home. All I felt in that moment was an intense curiosity, along with excitement at the thought of finding out more.
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I’m starting to think something’s wrong with me. I can’t truly be thinking like this about a ghost, can I? But I can’t help it. He’s doing it on purpose. Seducing me. There’s no other way to describe it. I see him all the time now. He’s stopped trying to hide from me. He watches me openly now, during all hours of the day. I’ve started speaking to him. He’s there to listen, so I might as well, right? And sometimes he’ll answer. With gestures or the softest of whispers. But what’s more important is what happens at night.
Once I’ve shut off all the lights and settled beneath my blankets, that’s when I’ll feel it. Fingers brushing over my skin. Sometimes gloved, sometimes bare. First, it was just soft affection. Holding my cheek or tracing my hand. Then, he’d trace down my neck and over my calves. And now, he’s trailing down my chest and up my thighs with touches that can no longer be considered simple affection. No, these touches are filled with intent. And I know something’s fucked in my head because in response, I’ve started wearing less and less clothes to bed. He’s taking it as an invitation to continue and we both know that’s exactly what it is. Even before it’s bedtime, I’m already anticipating the feel of his fingers and the pleasure his touch brings.
I think he’s waiting to take a step further because he enjoys seeing me touch myself. He gets this smirk on his face as his low chuckle fills my ear and it only adds to my overloaded senses, driving me over the edge. Sometimes during the day, I’m unable to help myself when I think too much about it. When that happens, I always make sure to be loud enough so that he’ll know exactly what I’m doing.
Even now, questioning my own mind, I can’t find a single ounce of hesitation towards any of it.
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Lucifer. Lucifer. Lucifer. That is my lover’s name. He finally told me when he gave himself to me completely. I got to see him in all his glory, laid bare and without any clothing in the way. Just as he saw me the same way. And not only did he touch me without holding back, but I got to touch him as well. We were finally joined as one and that’s when I knew for certain - this is love. It must be. There’s no other emotion I could use to describe how I feel for him. And I know he loves me, too. He told me so. Told me that even when he was alive he never loved another the way he loves me.
We’ll be together forever, him and I. He’s in my bed every night and right beside me throughout the day. He takes me whenever he feels like it and I would never dream of rejecting him. All of me belongs to him now, mind, body, and soul, and I don’t want it any other way.
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A/N: Please, let me know your thoughts!! Thank you for reading!!! 💜💜💜
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20doozers · 1 month ago
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★Ghost boy★
TW: Spectrophilia/Phasmophilia, Ghost!gustav, haunting, romance between the living and the paranormal, needy Gustav that wants all of your attention, cold/no pulse Gustav, mentions of sex, m!reader, a bit of teasing, tickling
A/n: short fic I’m sorry guys
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Being haunted wasn’t like the horror movies and paranormal shows portrayed it, well at least not when it came to m/n. M/n had a ghost in his house named Gustav, he was sweet and helped around the house when he could, returning lost items, playing harmless jokes, etc. m/n never believed in the paranormal much, thinking ghosts and hauntings were made up for money, but Gustav had changed that perspective and m/n was happy to have him around.
One may think m/n was crazy, after all most people who “had sex with a ghost” were. But this felt more real, sure he had no pulse or heartbeat, but his moans and little whimpers were just too sweet to resist going back for more. The affection was casual but never limited, m/n often feeling invisible hands or phantom breaths on his skin, only to be ambushed by a needy Gustav moments later. Gustav was a very social creature, often wanting affection like hugs and to cuddle up in bed with m/n most nights, after all wandering around the house was quite lonely.
Waking up with a naked Gustav curled into his side wasn’t uncommon, whether it have been a passionate night with sex or an innocent means for skin to skin contact while they both slept; but what did stick out was the way he always nuzzled closer, his head always ending up on m/n’s bare chest so he’d play with his hair or kiss his head, neither of which m/n ever objected to. Matter of fact m/n never denied gustav’s affection, sure he was a ghost and maybe m/n was insane and hallucinating, but this was the happiest he’d been in a long time so therefore m/n didn’t care very much.
Gentle beams of sunlight filtered in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the two naked men who were cuddling in bed, exchanging soft kisses and touches.
“Mmh.. Gustav..” M/n sighed when Gustav pressed his lips against his, m/n’s arms wrapping around the ghost’s waist and pulling him close. Gustav let out a soft murmur into the kiss. It was late afternoon and the two didn’t care. M/n didn’t have work and Gustav was a ghost, so free days like this were their favorites. The bed was warm despite gustav’s cold skin, his lips eternally soft against m/n’s as they kissed. The kisses were slow and gentle, sweetly exchanged as m/n’s hands wandered over gustav’s skin, memorizing it to his memory for the millionth time.
M/n pulled back from the kiss to give Gustav a sleepy look, smirking as he gripped at gustav’s ass and teased a fingertip over his entrance, earning a quiet moan from Gustav, the ring of muscle puckering under his finger.
“M/n…. ‘M still sore leave me alone..” Gustav whined, his soft plead earning a little chuckle from m/n.
“I thought ghosts didn’t get sore?” M/n hummed, raising a teasing eyebrow at the ghost boy as one of gustav’s hands roamed over the bare skin of his back.
“Shut up..” Gustav huffed, pouting at m/n for a moment. But soon Gustav broke out into a fit of giggles, m/n’s hands tickling his sides and making him try to squirm away.
“Ah- no- stooop!” Gustav whined between giggles, weakly pushing away m/n’s hands and sitting up. He huffed and pulled the covers tight, making sure m/n’s sneaky hands couldn’t get him.
“Oh c’mon baby come back.. I’m just playing around pretty boy.” M/n pleaded, pouting at Gustav with puppy eyes, making gustav giggle as m/n climbed up to straddle him.
“Cmon.. let’s go shower hm? Maybe a bath and relax for a bit? Cant leave your poor lover to shower alone can you?” M/n hummed, smiling when gustav gave a little nod, the two of them getting up and going to go shower together.
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YAYYYY! Everyone rejoice for I finally had the motivation for a somewhat Halloween fic. I had more ideas but I have been overworking myself and don’t really have the energy, I’m sorry for letting you guys down with such a short fic. Life has been busy and extremely stressful and writing fics is hard to do in my tiny bit of free time. Anyway, happy Halloween if u celebrate! Love you guys!
Tags: @itsmealaiahh @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @cherry-rawr @d0wn-in-the-morgue @divinelolita (let me know if you wanna be added to my tag list!)
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rars · 1 month ago
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i love playing EVIL video games, such as
starDON'T valley
SAFE company
scarlet FULL
DOMnautica
The Sims™ 4
the FIRST of us
FREE the princess
phasmoPHILIA
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furchu · 26 days ago
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haunted ノ spirit!spirit mogami
ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 7.2k ノ fem reader — smut / nsfw / somnophilia / phasmophilia / mogami takes an interest in you as you sleep . ectoplasm
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You toss and turn in your sleep, the familiar weight of a heavy blanket cocooning you. The soft hum of the night surrounds you, and the world outside feels far away. Unbeknownst to you, a presence lingers in your room—one that shouldn’t exist.
As the shadows deepen, you feel a sudden chill in the air, almost as if the atmosphere has shifted. You roll over, brushing your hair from your face, and sink deeper into the comforting embrace of your dreams. It’s then that you feel it—a warmth spreading across your body, soothing and electrifying all at once.
Keiji Mogami, a vengeful spirit trapped between worlds, hovers above you, drawn to your vulnerability. He gazes at you, the flickering memories of his past life flooding his mind. The ache of his mother’s suffering fuels his anger, yet your peaceful presence ignites something else within him—a longing he thought lost.
In your sleep, you sense a figure drawing closer, though your subconscious mind simply welcomes the comfort. Mogami leans down, brushing his ethereal fingers against your skin. A gentle caress that sends shivers down your spine. You stir but don’t wake, lost in dreams that swirl like smoke around you.
As he draws nearer, he takes in every detail of your sleeping form. Your soft breaths and delicate features entice him, and he knows he must have you, even if only for this fleeting moment.
With a rush of desire, he slips into the warm space beside you, his spirit blending seamlessly with yours. Mogami's touch becomes a seductive dance—an otherworldly intimacy as he envelops you in his essence. His lips find yours, and the kiss is unlike anything you’ve ever known. It’s soft yet charged, filled with a desperate yearning that transcends the mortal coil.
You respond instinctively, your body arching towards him as if your very soul recognizes his. Mogami's hands explore your form, fingers trailing down your sides, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. He feels the heat radiating from your skin, and his breath hitches as he relishes the contact. His fingertips glide over your waist, teasingly brushing against your soft curves, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
“Mmm,” you sigh, lost in the dreamlike haze. Mogami feels a surge of satisfaction at your reaction, your body yearning for him even in your sleep. He draws you closer, his hands sliding beneath your shirt, the cold pads of his fingers rubbing into your hardened nipples.
As he continues toying with your body, he leans in closer, kissing along your neck with feather-light touches. You gasp softly, the sensation intensifying with each caress. “I want you,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you, stirring a deep need that leaves you clenching around nothing.
His hands glide lower, fingers hooking your panties, teasingly pulling them to the side to expose your twitching clit to the cool air. He captures your lips again, his kiss deepening, tasting the sweetness of your mouth as you respond with equal fervor. You’re lost in a haze of lust, a feverish desire overwhelming your senses.
He spreads you open, leaving a trail of ectoplasm in between your plush thighs before pushing them past your folds. He groans softly, unable to resist the temptation as he leans down, enveloping one of your nipples in his warm, ethereal mouth. The sensation sends electric shocks through your body, and you arch into him, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“More,” you plead, your voice barely above a whisper as you writhe beneath him, desperate for more. He eagerly obliges, shifting his attention between your tits, lavishing them with attention, each flick of his tongue sending shivers coursing through you.
With his hands slowly fucking you open, he revels in your response. He can feel your walls clench around his two, cold fingers, eagerly sucking them deeper. With an intoxicating scent that pulls him deeper into a primal desire. He trails kisses down your stomach, his breath hot against your skin as he moves lower, each kiss igniting your senses like fire.
“Please,” you breathe, your body yearning for more. Mogami can sense your desperation, and it only fuels his lust further. He wants to consume you, body and soul.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, his voice laced with a possessive hunger. With a practiced motion, he dives in, his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit, and you arch your back, a cry escaping your lips. The world fades away as pleasure washes over you, the only thing that matters is the way he works you, his movements sinfully perfect.
You feel the tension building within you, your body thrumming with a need that seems to swell and swell until you think you might explode. “Mogami… I’m so close,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in the sheets, desperately trying to hold onto the remnants of your sanity.
He quickens his pace, swirling and sucking with relentless determination, his mouth a delightful torture that drives you to the edge. Just as you feel yourself teetering on the brink, he pulls away, his eyes dark with lust and longing.
“Not yet,” he whispers, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I want you to feel everything.”
He positions himself above you, the heat radiating from his form melding with yours as he captures your lips in another searing kiss. You can feel the weight of his desire pressing against you, and the anticipation makes your heart race.
With a fluid motion, he thrusts into you, and a moan escapes your lips as he fills you completely. The sensation is overwhelming. It feels as if he’s claiming you, body and soul, and you melt into him, your legs wrapping around his waist.
Mogami moves with a primal intensity, his thrusts powerful and desperate. Each movement sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, building to a crescendo that has you gasping for breath. Your body responds instinctively, arching against him, urging him to go deeper, to take you harder.
“You’re mine,” he growls, each wet thrust punctuated by his possessive claim. “Always mine.”
Your heart races as you feel the edge of ecstasy drawing closer, every thrust igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole. The world around you blurs, and all you can focus on is him—the way his spirit molds his cock to perfectly fit, filling you completely, his constant leaking ectoplasm leaving that much more of a mess in your sheets.
With a final, powerful thrust, you both teeter over the edge together, a wave of pleasure crashing down around you as you cry out his name. In that moment, nothing else matters—only the raw connection between you, two souls entwined in an otherworldly embrace.
As you both come down from the high, Mogami lingers, his essence spilling into you. The warm, sticky residue coats you, his ectoplasm marking you as his, an indelible reminder of their night together.
When you awaken slowly, stretching your limbs beneath the covers, you feel a lingering warmth enveloping you. As your eyes flutter open, you’re met with the remnants of the night—the sticky essence left behind, a mark of his love and longing.
You glance around the room, heart racing, searching for any sign of him. There’s nothing but the fading glow of his presence and the warmth of his touch still echoing on your skin.
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taviokapudding · 3 months ago
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So, genuine question science, adult content, and Gravity Falls fandom sides of tumblr.
Ford obviously falls into the bi/pansexual monster fucker category- I feel seen - but wtf do you call his attraction specifically when it's a different dimensional being?
Spectrophilia/Phasmophilia is not exactly it, but kinda close, if we consider the fact Bill didn't have a 3D form until weirdmageddon, appears in mediation/sleep, and can be summoned like a demon or ghost. There's also the elements of Somnophilia and unintentional reverse incubi/succubi dynamics if you consider Bill's one sided attraction. And then there's Bill doing dangerous and questionable shit when he possess Ford and when they interact face to face that could fall under BDSM.
It's clearly a level 5 monster fucker situationship but is there a term for having attraction to a being from another dimension? And if not, can we call it alterum-dimensiophilia or alterum-universumphilia? Because that type of category needs to exist- Billford dynamic (stripping away the monster and yaoi/bl elements) is not the first but it's becoming more common in post 2010 media and I am struggling to explain the appeal without a proper definition or word that covers it.
Please answer or let me know if I gave a good phrase to use because yeah Bill isn't technically only a dream demon. And if a word exists, sos so I can add it to my vocabulary.
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sab201030 · 8 months ago
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phasmophobia? no, sorry. i have phasmophilia. I want ghosts to be real so i can have ghost sex
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multifictostalker · 1 year ago
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Olive's Intro
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٩(๑>◡<๑)۶ Hi and welcome to my blog! I’m very happy to have you here, maybe stick around? Just don’t land a hand on my beloveds!
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⦅ About this blog ⦆
I plan on using this blog to post fantasies, talk about paraphilia, and post fiction relating to selfships!
Currently my primary beloveds and f/os are Squirrelflight, Scolipede, Spiderleg, Flick (AC), Scorpia, Mammon (OM), Gumball, Peril, Star Tracker, Denki Kaminari
[ Current hyperfix/obsession , married , partner , crush ]
THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN PRO-SHIP, DARK-FIC, AND PRO-FIC -RELATED CONTENT.
I am supportive of all/most good faith identities! I consider myself radqueer to some extent, more primarily I am radinclus, pro-ship, anti-harassment, pro-para, and ANTI-CONTACT.
This is not a discourse blog. It is for my own euphoria purposes and fantasizing.
For now I’d consider this blog 14+, but it could become 16+ or even 18+ in the future…
Please note that I’m not a huge Tumblr user so there might be some things I don’t know.
⦅ About me ⦆
Hello (灬ºωº灬)♡ I go by Olive or Ollie, but some people know me better as Golden. My pronouns are She/he/neos with fluctuations pronoun preferences. The best thing to do when you don’t know my current pronouns is to default to she/her. I will keep my bio updated with my current pronouns. Also I’m currently 18 :>
I have some more complicated and complex stances and opinions that I should probably make a Rentry on, but here’s the gist! I am radiclus, pro-para, anti-contact (gtfo if you’re pro-contact!) , radqueer*, pro-ship, pro-fic, anti-harassment, pro-kink, and punk! I also consider myself to be ancom, but I’m not super into politics.
My paras are zoophilia, fictozoo, autozoo, MAP, fictoMAP, objectum, autoplusho, phasmophilia, and autobiastophilia, and more!
I have a lot of genders and sexualities. I am Abrosexual, meaning that my sexuality changes. I mainly consider myself to be a Abro Vincian, but I’m not exclusively a vincian! I enjoy collecting queer identities and have a whole hoard. I am Bigender, Genderfluid, genderqueer, agender, and xenogender- the best way to explain my gender would be fluffy and soft, but sometimes more punk! ٩(๑❛ᴗ��๑)۶
I am disabled! I have Cerebral Palsy and chronic pain. I also self-ID as autistic! I also have body dysmorphia.
I have a few different trans-ids. I plan on making another rentry to explain my reasonings behind my trans-ids. Of course I’m transgender, but I’m also transyandere, transstalker, transMDD, transOLD, transSeverity, transTruama and more!
Some fandoms and interests of mine are Warriors, Wings of Fire, Pokemon, The Amazing World of Gumball, The Amazing Digital Circus, She-Rah, DSMP/MCYT, animals, paraphilia, queerness, fantasy, dragons, fanfiction, My Little Pony, and Anime/Manga.
I’m not sure that there’s much more to say! I have two other accounts, @just-goldens and @pastel-golden
*I more often than not consider myself “Hesitantly radqueer” or “Critically radqueer.” I will make a rentry soon that goes into more detail as to my opinions. Please keep in mind that no matter my opinions, I am anti-harassment and don’t have any intention to harass or harm any radqueer individuals.
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frankiethedarkangel · 4 months ago
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The ghost in your house who takes care of your sexual needs.
He sees you when you’re at your most desperate. Scrolling looking for a video or something to read to relieve the ache. Once you reach for your toys he springs into action.
Already unclothed, he touches your bare pussy. Rubbing circles on your clit. You can’t see him, so you’re just anticipating what’s going to happen.
You continue to scroll and periodically glancing to your mirror to see yourself. He continues to touch you. Seeing what you’re looking at he does his best to replicate it. Spreading your pussy open with his fingers to eat you out.
Squeezing and sucking on your breasts, leaving marks that you can’t explain to anyone else. Fingering you and curling his fingers to hit all the good spots.
Seeing yourself spread and gaping from the invisible man just turns you on more. Letting this mysterious ghost pleasure you.
Monster Masterlist
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sh1ny-mew · 28 days ago
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love just pure variety of games on itch.io
amazing games, with depth and care put into it and also something called phasmophilia, which i was honestly to scared to even hover over
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quicktosimp · 7 months ago
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Survive The Night Masterlist
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Alright! To start off this train, here is my masterlist for mine and @itchaboi-itchyboy event, Survive the Night!!!
Bleed for Me (Surprise)
Until the Next Dawn (Tonowari/Ronal)
Helping Healer (Neteyam)
I Fucking Hate You (Miles)
Pretty One (Teylan&So'lek)
Phasmophilia (Spider)
Vrrtep Hì’i (Tsu’tey)
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pastel-golden · 2 years ago
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〘 PINNED POST 〙
Hello! You can call me Golden or Olive.
I am a transgender, genderfluid, trigender, agender girlboy. My main pronouns are She/he with many many neos that can be found below. I am pronounfluid, so you can always find my preferred pronouns in my bio.
I am also an abrosexual, aroacespec, queerplatonic, selfshipping mspec gaybian. I have a heavy preference for men, but I do have a lot of women I selfship with.
I have Cerebral Palsy, Autism, Scoliosis, chronic back and stomach pains, intrusive thoughts, paraphilias, and more!
My paras are autobiastophilia, Autoplushophilia, zoophilia, Autozoophilia, Fictozoophilia, Phasmophilia, fictophilia, fictoMAP and more.
I am Otherkin, Therian, kinfluid, Fictionflicker, Otherflicker, Otherlink, Constelic, and more. My primary identities are foxes, bunnies, and dragons. My primary fictotypes are Steven Universe and Crowfeather.
I am radinclus, radqueer, proship, pro-para, anti-contact, and anti-harassment/abuse. While some aspects of transID identities confuse me, I do not have a problem with any of them interacting with me. If any of this bothers you just block.
I will be posting coining posts, rants, Selfship writings, kin writings, vents, infodumps, and art. If any of this interests you feel free to follow me.
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