#ghost stockholm

[writingjourney]

why is it "Tobias hates poor fans who can't attend shows and now they're not even getting tiktok edits" and not "people have been SO excessive with their phone usage that it's ruining shows for artists and many fans alike and the only way to combat it at this point is to have no-phone shows, which is not ideal for artist nor fans but could hopefully lead to a change in attitude towards live music in the long term"

[slavghoul]

June 20 & 22 only!

Shot over the course of GHOST’s two sold-out shows at Los Angeles' hallowed Kia Forum, RITE HERE RITE NOW fully immerses viewers in the technicolor melodrama of the vaunted live ritual that has helped to propel Sweden’s foremost theatrical rock export to GRAMMY-winning, chart-topping, arena-headlining status the world over.

RITE HERE RITE NOW is, however, so much more than a concert movie. GHOST’s debut feature film combines live performance from the two-night finale of the band’s RE-IMPERATOUR U.S.A. 2023 with a narrative story that picks up plot threads from the band’s long-running webisode series.

https://www.ritehereritenow.com/

[a-b-riddle]

Know Your Place (2)

The knot of guilt had twisted into straight up anxiety. You didn't do repeats, but fuck if you didn't want to feel Johnny's mouth against you again. He treated you like you wanted to be treated: cared for and absolutely defiled.

It was electrifying.

And it terrified you.

You rarely canceled hookups when they had gotten to the point where the one night delight had sent you confirmation of their STD panel. Yet here you were sprinting to the hotel where you had met Johnny a month ago.

And when you walked back into that lobby, it was dejavú.

He was sitting at the bar; eyes glued to the door. He’d been waiting. Just like last time. Maybe that's what had set the night off to such a different start. He wasn't scrolling on his phone or making idle chit chat with the bartender to pass the time. He had made it known in subtle ways that as much as this may have been a means to blow off steam, it was about being with you.

With as much confidence as you could muster, you sauntered over to him, heart fluttering wildly in your chest. His tight navy blue Henley was doing him and you a favor. His denim jeans would undoubtedly hug his ass in such a way it was make you and sculptors envious.

The bastard was handsome and he damn well knew it.

"What changed yer mind?"

Fuckkkkkkkk

Fuck. You remembered he had an accent, but fuck you forgot how it practically made you pray that he was the type of man who liked to dirty talk, give directions.

Prayers: answered.

You shrugged. Trying to come off as nonchalant when in reality you couldn't get out of that lounge soon enough. "I wanted to do it again." Jesus. Be a little less brash. "With you." You quickly add. Fuck, why was this so awkward. "I wanted to do this again with you."

Those blue eyes scaled up and down your body, taking you in. It didn't matter that you knew he wanted you. It didn't matter that he had seen you naked. It didn't matter that he had told you multiple times how fucking stunning he found you. There was always that nagging feeling in the back of your head going

Is he looking at my stomach? God, I shouldn't have worn this. i should have worn spanx. I look like a busted can of biscuits.

The ugly thoughts almost made you shift in discomfort under his gaze, but you held firm, reciting your mantra in your head.

You are desirable. You are worth pleasure. You are in control.

“Ye want it like last time or are ye goin’ to let me fuck you properly?” And just like that, your confidence was taken down a peg. You had took penetrative sex off the table for about two years. It wasn't anything traumatizing, it wasn't painful. It just wasn't as good.

You've found that there was an assumption that bigger girls were able to take it more roughly. And after a few times of men treating their dicks like battering rams, intercourse was a course that was no longer on the menu. Plus with the only option being oral, you mostly always came and your partners were far more enthusiastic. Win-win.

“I can’t cum that way.” You crossed your arms, your tits perking up in hopes of making him remember how good it felt to titty fuck you. How hot you looked with his cum all over your face and chest. When his eyes didn't leave yours, you decided to relent. He gave you the best not one, not two, but three orgasms of your life and if you had stayed like he had asked, he probably would have given you several more. At this point you were curious. If his mouth can do all those deliciously despicable things, you wanted to know what his cock could do.

“Don’t get upset if I don’t.” You ordered, not caring if the bartender heard you. “I haven’t faked it since college and so my pornstar moaning may not be up to par." Johnny smirked before shooting the rest of the amber colored liquor in front of him.

He stood up, practically towering over you before leaning in and whispering, “Oh, I’ll have ye moanin’ just fine, Bonnie.”

Yep.

Definitely curious.

There was no foreplay this. No slow undressing. Not delicately exploring each other's bodies. It was feral and carnal and something neither of you had anticipated. Not even desire, but pure need to be touching each other again.

Johnny's shirt was the first thing that was taken off, and before the door had even fully closed. His mouth was on yours instantly. Tasting you as if it let him breathe easier. His hands worked at the zipper of your dress with expertise. Not allowing it to fall from the floor before he started working on your bra. His mouth never leaving yours.

You normally would reprimand a date for their eagerness, but you needed this just as much as he did. Needed his hands on you, in you. And more importantly you knew that Johnny can deliver you to paradise on a silver fucking platter.

By the time both of you were fully undressed, the sound of soft pants filled the room as if both of you had forgotten to pull away from the other's lips and come up for air. When you did, your brain went on autopilot.

You sank down to you knees in front of him. One hand resting on your thigh while the other took hold of him. He sucked in air through his clenched teeth as one of his hands made its way home into the crown of your hair.

Seeing him stare down at you with glossy eyes and an open mouth made you promptly spit on the head of his cock. Stroking your hand up and down to coat his entire shaft.

"Fuckin' Christ," he groaned. "I dinnae stand a chance with you, did I?" You weren't what he meant. Did he think he was the reason you initially didn't want to meet up again? Or was it something else? No. It couldn't be.

In response you gave his shaft a tight pump. And another. And another. Rolling your wrist against his already leaking head. Not breaking eye contact you dragged your tongue up the underside of his cock before taking the tip in your mouth. Flattening your tongue and teasing the slit, feeling the ridges underneath before taking him deep into your throat.

Tears prickled your eyelids as you felt him pulsing in your mouth. "That goddamn mouth." His eyes shut in concentration. "Need ye to stop before I fuckin' cum, Bonnie." It was a warning that you didn't plan on listening to. At least not until his grip in your hair tightened, still soft enough not to be painful, but firm enough to make your soaked cunt clench.

"Naughty fuckin' minx." he growled hoarsely. "Think I'd just come down your throat and we'd be done?" You nod, his hand loosening with your movement. "You'll have to be punished for that. Trying to make me cum two minutes in like a goddamn school boy." His blue eyes burned into you. You had almost wished he came if not to give him the same euphoric feeling he was giving you, right now and without even touching where you ached the most.

"Open your thighs and let me look at that pretty pussy. " His voice was gravely and stern. You leaned back, pressing your palms against the cool hardwood floor as you parted your thighs. He wasted no time in crouching down and sliding his fingers through your slick folds.

"Fuck." You whimpered as he softly grazed your clit with each stroke. Never missing.

"This all mine?" He asked. You let out a weakened yeah before your body bucked. "So sensitive." His mocking tone pulled out that masochistic part of you that loved to be degraded. "On the bed, on your knees."

You got off your knees, feeling the blood return to your feet from being in such an awkward position on the floor. You obeyed his orders, letting him take control even though that was not what either of you had in mind.

"So what are you gonna do?" You attempt to add a sense of mocking to your tone, but you're breathless. Definitely getting in some cardio tonight. "I'm not much into corporal beatings. I'm a fan of the occasional swat, but not really a get over my knee and count type of girl."

"No, but I plan to make you beg to cum," he said, the hair on his hair tickling your back. "And make you see how good you can take my cock."

He gripped your cheeks, kneading and spreading them before settling his eyes on what he had been after. "So I take it you're an ass man." You say it with such casualty he had no choice but to bark out a laugh.

"No, Bonnie," he answered, giving the flesh a firm squeeze. "I'm a this-ass man." He leaned forward, stroking his tongue over the puckered ring. Having to hold you by the fat of your ass, giving it a squeeze to keep you in place.

"Oh my god." Your hands gripped the bed sheets, mouth hanging open and eyes clinched shut. Fuck. Oral was on the table, but neither of you had talked about rimming. Most guys you knew never mentioned it and honestly with how some men kept up with their personal hygiene, you weren't exactly up for returning the favor. But if Johnny made you feel like this, you would gladly reciprocate.

He brought his hand down, stroking the back of your thigh, his tongue never stopping as he slid two fingers inside you. You instinctively slid your knees further apart, granting him easier access.

Good pet. If Johnny's tongue hadn't been working your asshole he would have delivered the words of praise just to gauge your reaction at the name. Pet.

"I'm so close." You moaned. "Please don't stop." Your pleading was cute, but it wasn't enough.

"No," he said, slowing down his fingers. "I'm not gonna give it to ye' til yer beggin. Ye' wanted to make the rules. No penetration. No repeats. Ye' said ye' don't cum from fucking and I'm about to break that rule too."

You weren't sure if it was agony or the best thing you ever felt, but he resumed his work. Only slowing down when you began to rock against his face and tighten around his fingers before he would slow down or pull away.

After the 8th time your orgasm escaped you, you kicked your feet against the bed in the cutest fucking tantrum the man had ever witnessed. "Johnny, please!" you begged.

"Please, what?" He teased, his breathe now blowing against your weeping, sore cunt. "What do you need, Bonnie?"

"Please make me come. Please fuck me. Pleaaaaassseee. Just let me come." You practically squealed out when his fingers entered you again. Pressing your face into the pillow you able to muffle your pitiful, pathetic cry.

"Fuck ye?" He taunted, curling his fingers as he kneeled behind you. The tip of his cock brushing against the inside of your thigh. Fuck. It was too heavy to even go upright. "Thought that sort of thing didn't work for ye."

"Johnny, please." you said, shaking your ass like a bitch in heat. Looking for more friction. "I can't-- fuck-- you have to--- please." You couldn't think you just needed this knot inside of you to unwind before it ripped you apart.

"Ye beg so pretty for me." He said, stroking his cock as you started to lose your mind. "Makes me almost feel sorry for ye, but you need more control than that." He tsked as he took his hand out and brushed the back of his fingers against your puffy cunt. Stifling a laugh as you jerked away. "Is it too much?" He asked, lining his cock up and stroking your folds.

"Please." You whimpered and that was it. Johnny knew that you weren't leaving him a second time. Not when he looked in the mirror to the right and could see how your mascara began to run down your face. You're the perfect girl for them. The perfect pet.

"Tell me, Bon. Need me to finish ye' off?" He asked pushing the tip in and only pulling away when you attempt to throw your ass against him. Huffing when he did.

"Yes!" You cried. "Please please please."

His hand snaked around your throat, cupping your jaw before he turned your head to look into the mirror. Your bodies glistened with sweat and the sight was something you would keep stored in your memory forever.

"I want ye you to see how fuckin' gorgeous you look while yer takin' my cock." He growled out, his tone darker than you had ever heard him before.

"Yes, sir." You breathed out. Another remind on how you'd adjust easily with them.

He slowly slid into you and for that you were thankful. The burn of the stretch equaled the pleasure that coursed through you as he filled you.

His slow deep thrusts made your head swirl. Over and over, the sounds of your sopping wet cunt and soft moans and groans escaping the two of you. You braced yourself as he started picking up the pace, but it still wasn't enough. You still teetered on that edge, so close to tipping over.

For several minutes he fucked you knowing that you were so close to coming, but being too much of a sick bastard to give in without you showing him how desperate you were for it.

"Rough," you eventually sobbed, your back arching as your head fell against the bed. "Want you- rough, please." You choked back a scream as he drove his hips foward.

"Keep those fucking eyes open and don't you dare cum until I tell ye' to," was his only demand as he held onto your waist and fucked you how he wanted to that first night.

Sounds of slapping flesh and soft whimpers filled the room as Johnny brought you to seeing the face of god.

"Johnny Johnny," you squealed your orgasm gaining on you. It wasn't until you felt his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure on your asshole did you begin to fall apart. "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck."

Some books say that orgasms are like seeing stars or electricity coursing through your body. In reality it is waves. Waves of euphoria crashing down. It's that high you get from holding your breath too long and taking that much awaited breath.

Johnny's orgasm quickly followed and when you felt his cock pulsing inside you, it brought on another orgasm. Johnny hissed as you tighten against his now sensitive cock, but admiring the sight when he pulled out.

His spend leaked out of you.

"Guess we got kind of caught up. Dinnae even think about getting a rubber." It wasn't an apology, but he at least wanted to seem like he was sorry for coming inside you.

"UDI." You replied, eyes closed and head still reeling from the aftershock of that second orgasm.

"What?" He asked, making you realize you were incoherent and most likely stroking his ego even more.

"IUD, fuck, sorry." You correct. He let out a chuckle before you rolled over, arm covering your eyes as you try to gain some You felt his cum begin to slide down to your thighs. "I'm gonna go clean up." You inform before rolling awkwardly off the bed, if not to save the poor maids from having to see the evidence on the sheets.

When you came back into the room, Johnny was on the bed. Still naked as a jaybird with his softened cock resting against his thigh.

This was always the awkward part. The departure. The gathering of clothes and minimal eye contact.

"Well, I should be-" you started bending over to retrieve your bra before he stopped you.

"If ye fuckin' leave like ye did last time that ass of yours will be meetin' my belt, now lay down."

"Excuse me?" your tone is more confused if anything. He said it without a hint of anger, authority or sterness and yet you had to refrain from scurrying into the bed.

"I get ye' may not be a cuddlin' type of gal, but I am a cuddlin' type a man. Leaving me without the proper aftercare isn't a good look on ye, Bonnie." He threw you a lopsided grin. His hands resting on the back of his hands, making you want to see if riding those biceps of his would get you off as easily as it would riding his face.

"Besides," he shrugged. "Ye' came before I let you."

"I tried to hold it off." You argued before dropping your bra back unto the floor and crawling next to him. "I just never had to."

"That's the whole point." He said, rolling over to face you. "Seeing ye come undone whether ye want to or na." He scooted closer. The front of his body touching yours as his hand came up to cradle your jaw. Lightly brushing his thumb against your bottom lip as he spoke. "And ye'd been so adamant about not being able to cum on my cock. Such a good girl for me."

"So you're not going to punish me?" You tried to mock, but were actually curious about what kind of man Johnny really was in bed. He had no problem taking control, but what other kinks did he have lurking below the surface.

"I can punish ye," he winked. "but I think ye might like it too much." You huffed air out of your nose, wanting to bury your head into his chest, worried that the action may be too intimate for what this was.

What you were.

[gothghostiie]

Laying in bed tonight and thinking about kidnapper!Simon’s sweetheart telling him that they’re trying to love him, they really are, begging him to believe them that they’re trying so hard to be good for him and love him. Promising that they’ll be good, they’re trying to love him like he wants them to

cw: stockholm syndrome

hes almost sorry for how bad you're feeling about not loving him just yet. it tugs at his heart strings, he's almost feeling bad. almost. he listens to you plead and sniffle, listening to your promises as he nods along. he says he knows, he's so proud, you're such a good little thing for him. he tells you he knows you're trying, tells you you'll come around at some point, he just knows you will. he promises he'll help you in that sickeningly sweet voice, knowing it just means breaking your pretty mind to the point of no return.

[radiance1]

'Merman' Danny trapped in a GIW base.

Except.

It isn't that bad???

Well technically it's pretty bad because they kept him there against his will -at first- and did kidnap him but like... They haven't experimented on him or anything????

Well they did but it doesn't hurt??? Like. At all???

And they give him stuff if he askes for it?? Like games, or space-related stuff.

And it wasn't like they kept him in a cell either- well actually no yea they do but it's really big! Like, a lake full of ectoplasm kinda big so there's plenty of space for him to do stuff!

And they even made him a show to watch! He thinks. Maybe not specifically for him but still! It's looking that way with all of these different heroes fighting people and all that.

So, yea.

Danny doesn't think they're that bad.

[vampykween]

strangers

simon ghost riley x reader

like every other girl i am obsessed with ethel cain & have had strangers on repeat thus these thoughts were born

thinking of stalker!simon who’s had his eyes on you for a while. cataloguing the exact route you take to your classes and finally works up the courage to talk to you one day.

you’re startled by his looming presence at first but each day as he sits with you and chats with you over lunch you start to become enamored with him. in hindsight you wish you had said no when he offered for you two to have a date in his house. you didn’t know after that night you’d never see the light of day again.

you’re not sure how many days you’ve spent staring at dark, brick basement walls. you think of your mother and if she’s wondered why you haven’t called in so long. you ponder about what you could’ve done differently, was it something you said? something you did? to make simon subject you to this fate. you knew you were going to die here; each day simon would come down caress your face, tell you stories, fuck you, and then leave.

day by day you could feel pieces of your body and soul being eaten away. yet, no matter how much pain he caused you, a part of you wanted to believe he was good deep down. staring into his golden amber eyes you can imagine a life where you’re perfect for him and him for you. you’d run away together and soak in the sun somewhere warm. maybe have a little house and some kids one day.

your imagination couldn’t save you though, you were going to be stuck in an evidence photograph for the rest of time.

[ancha-aus]

Ghosts & Medium AU Drabble - New Haunting

I am back :3 With a continuation of the drabble where Killer and Dust meet!

And what happens after :D

*-----------------------*

Dust sighs as he reads his notes over.

Ash grumbles from beside him "At least eat your breakfast."

Dust shrugs but blindly grabs the cinnamon roll to nimble on as he checks the notes he made.

Almost a week had passed. A WEEK!

And Dust still hadn't managed to get Killer to leave the house. Which is unusual for him. Most of the time it takes him a day or two to get the ghost to move on. Three if it is a hard case.

Killer?

Killer does not seem any closer to moving on.

At least Dust didn't get a migraine from being around him anymore. As he normally gets that after long exposure to new spirits.

Sadly instead he gets a headache from the other's constant flirting and pickup lines.

Ash sighs "Can't we just write this off as a lost cause? Tell the family to stay somewhere else for a bit until he moves on himself?"

Dust is honestly considering it at this point. He is starting to think tha tKiller jsut doesn't want to move on. and the poltergeist is stubborn. If he doesn't want to go he clearly isn't going.

Dust sighs "I am honestly considering it..." he reads his list over again. it isn't as if he hadn't figured it out by now. Killer had a very... violent past. He worked for many people and had very little freedom for himself. something went wrong and he was tortured before being left to die somewhere alone.

Dust had figured all of that out at this point. but nothing could get him to move on.. because in a lot of ways.. Killer had already moved on from that past. Even if some fears remained but those are normal, even for living people.

Dust sighs as he puts his things away "at least Killer is mostly docile now. I will just tell the family i couldn't fix it and advice them to stay out for a bit. Let killer think the family moved out and move on to a new spot."

Ash nods "make it someone elses problem."

Dust frowns as he rubs his arm "i don't know..."

ash sighs "hey i know. you cant fix all the ghosts."

They get to the house and Dust has a conversation with the family. explain he can't fix it but that moving out and leaving the house empty for a while could pursuade the ghost to leave. Dust advices them to make a show of packing their things and to just sleep over at a friends place for a while.

The family isn't happy. but are willing to try it.

Dust watches them move stuff and their bags to their car as he goes in to say his own goodbyes to Killer. wish him the best and then leave himself.

Dust takes a seat at the coffee table and Killer is immediantly in his personal bubble with a large smile "Hey!! I was wondering when you would get here." he grins and winks "you just can't stay away from me and my charms." and he winks again.

Killer does that a lot. the winking.

Dust shrugs "only fair to come by and finish stuff up."

Killer blinks and freezes "waht?"

dust tilts his skull "the family is leaving after all... they hired me to talk with you and stuff. try and get you to leave. I can't make you leave."

Killer frowns and grows quiet. clearly processing the news. Dust told him ages ago that he had been hired to help get killer to move on. Killer had been more worried about the fact that dust was working for someone over the whole exorcising thing.

Killer frowns "but... if the family leaves... you can just move in!" and he grins widely "You can stay here with me!"

Dust tilts his skull "I got my own home. I can't stay."

Killer frowns more and the red target, that had started to show off a soul shape before, becomes a target again as the black sludge gets worse.

Killer is looking from side to side as he frowns. clearly thinking and planning quickly.

Killer frowns as he floats closer "When would you be back?"

Dust blinks as Ash makes a groaning sound behind him "Of coruse you get a clingy ghost."

ironic seeing as Ash is the most clingy of them all but Dust doesn't say that instead he answers killer "I... would likely not come back... I go where i can get jobs and work..."

Killer shakes his skull and mutters things "We can't do that! long distance relationships are much more likely to fail than normal relationships."

Dust blinks "euh.. what now?"

Killer points between himself and dsut "our relationship obviously!! We only jsut started this! we can't complicate things with long distance!"

Dust suddenly feels like he missed some very important information along the way "we... aren't dating?"

Killer shoots him a grin and floats closer "obviously not quite. but we are now in the phase of the 'will they won't they' so it is important we keep interacting and spend time together!"

Dust looks unsure at Ash but his brother isn't much help as ash just stares at killer as if killer is an idiot. Dust looks forwards himself "euh... it... wouldnt work? You are a ghost? I am still very much alive..." and not plannign on changing that anytime soon. mostly because Ash will END him if Dust did something stupid and got himself killed.

Killer grins and winks "oh bunny. Of course we can make it work."

Yeha Dust thinks he lost the plot of this a while ago. he tries to get the focus back to the point he was trying to make "anyway... I need to go... I still need to get work to pay for things... It was nice to meet you killer and-"

Killer gasps loudly "That is it!" he points at Ash "That is the answer!"

Ash looks confused as well "what."

Killer nods and flies straight at Dust and dust yelps as killer just flies through him.

Dust shudders at the feeling of cold and the different energy not to forget the flashes of Killer's past life. too fast for him to keep track off and mostly just overwhelming.

Killer grins "That should have been enough!"

Dust shoots him a glare as he rubs his sternum. "What was that for?!" Ash hovers near him worried as his brother looks him over.

Killer grins and waits.

Dust frowns but then he feels it.

Oh... Oh no.

Killer grins "oh yes!" he nods "You couldn't stay meanign it was me who would ahve to move! But anchoring myself to all kinds of places and moving that the whole time would get annoying. sooo!! I did what your brother did!"

Ash screeches "You did what?!"

Yup. That are two links now. Two different spirits are both using him as an anchor to remain.

Fucking hell.

...

What the fuck is he suposed to do with this situation?!

...

He better get a good fucking tip for this shit from this stupid family.

*-----------------------*

[fira54funko]

Tobias Forge in Mary Goore.

[emo-subvision-boy]

Stockholm Syndrome

Summary: You discover your surroundings and things start to get heated pretty fast.

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing(s): Tobias Forge/you, Tobias Forge/female reader, Tobias Forge/reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: Kidnapping, bondage, oral sex, dark Tobias, dom/sub, and half consensual

Part Two: The Seduction

His voice! It sounded…familiar? You blinked rapidly, eyes trying to adapt to the low light in the room as you squeezed them together in an attempt to confirm your suspicion. You saw someone, nothing more than a silhouette of a man, sitting not too far from you on what appeared to be a couch.

“You can try all you want, my little kitten. You won‘t get away. You‘re mine now!“ He stood up and took a few deliberate steps towards you. The way he slowly put one foot in front of the other made you feel like a prey and he was the predator. You knew whatever this man was going to do you had no way of escaping.

All your attention was on him as you followed his slender body, closing the distance between you two. Your heartbeat increased with every step and he came to a halt right in front of you. Timidly, you looked up at him, his eyes already fixated on you as he gazed down. His right hand reached out, index finger holding your chin. In the darkness, you could still not make out his facial features. You pulled away from his touch.

“Tsk, tsk.“ He tutted, reaching for your face again to study it more closely while tilting his head. “What pretty eyes you have.“ His fingers gently grazed your skin, from your chin to your cheek, and finally, coming to rest on your bottom lip. “And those lips. I bet they can bring me great pleasure.“

You stared at him with bewildered eyes. “P-please, don‘t…” you whisper. He chuckled again.

“Oh no, you will, kitten! You‘ll make me really happy, and if you do a good job, I might give you a reward, yes?“ The strange, yet familiar man leaned in and the light reflected on his face, making you realize who it was. It made sense. His voice and overall posture was all too familiar. You swallowed and bit your lip. This man, your kidnapper, was Tobias Forge.

“Mhm, what is that?“ He questioned. “What is that glint in your eyes, hm? Did you like that? Did that just send a spark to your core?“ A beat passed. “Does it excite you, kitten? Do you want to please me? Or do you want me to please you?“

When you didn‘t answer, he sighed, and let go of your face. “If you want me to give you that then you gotta earn it.“ He stood rigid, opening up his pants. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Oh, don’t look at me like you never sucked a dick before! Come on,” he beckoned. “Open up. Let me feel those pretty lips around me.“ With his jeans open, he pulled out his already hard cock, giving it a few lazy strokes.

Your eyes fell to his abdomen, gazing at his thick cock, standing up proudly, as he took one more step forward - his hard member now right in front of your face.

“Say ‘ah.’” He demanded softly. You refused with a scowl on your face.

“Oh, kitten, don‘t be like that. I‘d hate to ruin your pretty face and shove my dick down your throat.” His finger lifted your chin up again as he smirked at you. “But don‘t think I wouldn‘t do it. I always get what I want and right now I want you to suck my cock…as if your life depended on it!“

You knew it was wrong on so many levels, but something deep down inside of you was enjoying this, and you felt your pussy clench on nothing. You pressed your legs together in a pathetic attempt to gain some sort of friction. Tobias' eyes never left your face, but he noticed your squirming body under him. “Apparently I’m not the only impatient one.“ He grinned, lazily rubbing his rock hard cock. “Enough of this.“ He gripped your hair tightly, holding your head in place. You gasped and he took the moment your lips parted to swiftly push his cock between your mouth with a loud groan. His head fell back and he bit his lip as your lips closed around him. “Fuck, yes! I knew you would feel good, but this good?” His eyes scanned yours and there was a dangerous glint behind his orbs. “Suck,” He ordered, “or do I have to make you?“ He asked with a forceful thrust into your throat, almost making you gag.

Your eyes widened with a mixture of fear and arousal clouding your senses, and you started to bob your head back and forth on him. Tobias rewarded you with soft gasps and groans as you gave your best attempts to keep your lips connected around his pulsing dick. You paid special attention to the underside of him with your tongue pressed up and the little moans escaping his lips sent shivers down your spine. A wave of pleasure coursed through your own hot, aching core.

“Sathanas, yes, you take me so well, this is even better than I imagined!” Tobias breathed out heavily as he took a fistful of your hair into his hands. You dared to take him deeper, and even though he was not the biggest you had ever seen, he was decently big. It took you a moment to prepare yourself and relax your jaw.

“Nuh, uh, uh, keep going, kitten. Please your new Master, will you?“ He chimed in. With that, you took all of him, shoving his cock down your throat with a loud moan. Tears formed in your eyes and you began choking on him but the heavy breathing and loud growl of the man in front of you was enough to keep you going. Your head bobbed back and forth on him and you felt him getting closer to the edge. “Sluta inte!!“ Judging by his panting, moaning, and the way his fingers dug into your scalp, you knew he was close to spilling his seed down your throat. A cheeky grin overtook your face and you abruptly pulled back, waiting for his reaction as you stared at him through your teary eyes.

When your lips released him, his head immediately snapped down at you. “What do you think-“ Before he could finish his sentence, you pressed a soft kiss to the head of his throbbing cock. You stared up at him, eyes holding intense contact as you slowly and eagerly licked his slit. You pressed soft kisses along his shaft, and licked him up and down teasingly, shutting him up successfully. You felt him get irritated after a while. “For fuck sake, woman! Stop teasing and wrap your pretty, soft lips back around me.”

You looked at him and decided to finally give him what he wanted. You opened your mouth, taking him back in, and working up and down on him relentlessly. It didn‘t take long for Tobias to start panting again, his groans and growls getting noisier, and the closer he got to his release, the louder his moans became.

“Fan i helvete jävla…“ He growled between gritted teeth. You felt his cock on your tongue twitch and his hips started to thrust forward into your mouth. Your still tied hands tried to grip something to hold yourself in place as he started to fuck your face in near orgasmic bliss.

His hands gripped your hair as he thrusted into you, hissing and groaning, pace quickening, and all you could do was slack your jaw as much as possible and just take him. “Ahh! And now…“ He breathed heavily between the words. “Swallow. Swallow all of me.” With a few more thrusts he spilled his cum down your throat. His hips stilled and he watched you as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth. You looked up at him, swallowing everything he had given you.

His deep eye contact almost made you whimper as he brushed a bit of overflown cum from the corner of your mouth. “All of me.“ He challenged, holding out his finger for you. You took his finger into your mouth, sucking on it, slowly and seductively, until you released it with a pop, all while staring at him through your lashes with your tear-stained eyes.

His expression shifted to one of genuine affection and you swore you could feel another clench, but this time, it was not from your cunt, but from your heart.

“You did very well, kitten. Not many have managed to surpass my expectations, but you and your devilishly sweet, little mouth…” Tobias shook his head, smiling, “I have never felt such sweet and tempting lips.“ He sighed. “Just think about everything I will do to you and with you.” He chuckled lowly, stroking his long, slender fingers through your hair. “Makes me go hard again. But do not worry, I will grant you a break since you‘ve been so obedient.“

To be continued…

Written by: Eva

[mar5hy-yan-h03]

You can try taking her from me but I already surprised her in a ghost face mask and fucked her brains out all night long. She's my little Stockholm slut so good luck.

[dr0wnmyselfinwhiskey]

"This is not a tale about death, but one about life."

Tobbe don't fucking play with me!

[onlyhereforghost]

Any Stockholm based Ghesties here?

I’ll be in Stockholm for 2 weeks in April and really want to check out some Ghost locations! Year Zero church, Spillways video set etc.

Also, anyone want to join me for Fika?

[visionsynth]

home of the tobias forge burger contest

[a-b-riddle]

Out of the Shadows (1)

Dark Simon x Delusional Johnny x Kidnapped Reader

When he first saw you in the city, he nearly missed you. You would have been lost in the crowd if it hadn't been for the absolute look of defeat written on your beautiful face. It was as if any life you had within you had been sucked out.

He was on his way to Captain's when he spotted you. You were walking almost in a daze. Simply putting one foot in front of the other with nowhere to go. He had simply stood at the entrance of the metro station, watching you until you faded from you. Standing there several moments after, almost... enchanted? Bewitched?

All he knew was that he couldn't pull you from his mind. Not that night at Price's dinner with his new wife. Not when he laid next to Simon that same evening.

Or the next.

Or the next.

It wasn't until Simon practically forced Johnny to confess what had put him in such a sodden state that he had told Simon about you. That he couldn't shake you from his head. That he didn't know your name or even the sound of your voice and yet, he couldn't stop thinking about you.

And now you were just gone.

Simon made the suggestion in going back to the city to see if maybe he could spot you again. So he did.

Everyday.

For three months.

It had become an obsession to find you. He had almost given up. Assuming you were a traveler simply passing through. Simon had insisted that it was pointless. If Johnny hadn't found you buy now, searching almost every inch of the city, it would never happen.

But then there you were. Reappearing practically out of thin air. He had been driving through a part of London that was sort of well... the slums to put it mildly.

It was late in the evening. Too late for Johnny to be out and about in these parts and definitely too late for a pretty lass like you to be out so late. But even through the heavy downpour of rain and the slight fogginess of his windows he knew it was you.

You were practically sprinting, as if you were running from something.

Or someone

It wasn't until you went to a building and tried to shake the doors open did Johnny turn sharply on the side of the street to park his car. Whoever was after you, Johnny would be more than happy to handle them. It wasn't until you started banging on the steel security door shouting your name, claiming you were here did Johnny look up.

In off-white letters read West End Women's Shelter.

Johnny's heart sunk into his stomach. Had this been your situation the entire time he had spent looking for you? At a shelter?

Johnny got out of his car. The weather showing him no mercy as it began to soak his sweatshirt. "You alright!?" He had to practically shout over sound of the rain. You turned, jumping at his voice behind you.

"I'm fine!" You lied hoping your assurance would end the conversation and this stranger would just leave you alone. You weren't a stranger to strange men wanting to 'help' you.

"Saw you running and just wanted to make sure you were okay. No one chasin' ye?" You huffed but concealed your fear. Men fed off of it, like prey playing with their dinner.

"Nope!" You replied. "All good!" You crossed your arms over your chest. Too prideful to show you were freezing your ass off and just wanting him to leave so you could start weighing your options.

"You locked out?" He asked the one obvious question you couldn't bullshit. The doors weren't opening and you knew damn good and well they wouldn't until the morning.

No exceptions.

"Fuck," you hiss, low enough in hopes he didn't hear. "Yeah! Just missed curfew!" It's not until he starts making his way toward you, the engine of his car still purring do all of the danger synapses in your brain begin firing away.

"There's a hotel nearby." He said. "It's supposed to freeze over and the rain won't help ye. I could at least cover your room for the night." You looked at him. Where he expected to see relief, even joy, he found uncertainty.

If he wasn't a pervert you would say he's handsome. But even a handsome face and the threat of frostbite would convince you. You're homeless, but you hold on to what little dignity you still have.

You shook your head, taking a step back. "I don't do that."

"It's fine." He assured, pulling out his wallet.

"Stop!" you hissed, looking up to make sure the red light of the camera was off. Of course it had been. It hadn't been fixed since you came here. You turned back to look at his confused expression. "Turning tricks will get me kicked out of here, okay?"

"Tricks?" He asked, confused before piecing it together and shaking his head. "I'm not looking for a night with ye, Bonnie." He explained. "Just don't want you turning to ice." You wish you could believe him. You wish that you could believe that there was still some honest to God goodness left in people and not just those who want something in return whether it be your body or a tax right off. "Besides, looks like yer already out."

He gestures to the doors behind you with a nod of his head, but you don't take your eyes off of him. "I missed lock out." You shrug nonchalantly, as if you were facing certain death if you slept on the sidewalk tonight. "They open up at 8 tomorrow and there's always the metro."

"Look," Johnny huffed, now soaked to the bone while you got sheltered underneath the door's archways.. "Get in the car and I'll at least take you there. The train station on this side of town isn't exactly a place a lass like you should be staying. I'll take you somewhere safer and leave you be. Alright?"

You look back to the closed doors behind you, weighing your options. You were warned about the freeze, but your job had ran later than normal. Your asshole boss cutting you off last. Your feet ached and you were in a skirt, sheer black panty hose with a donated puffer jacket covering the shirt provided by the pub.

Laundry day wasn't for another two days and it was your only jacket. It wouldn't be dry in time for your shift in the morning.

Fuckkkkkkkk.

Why you? Why was it always you?

"Just to the station." You said.

"Just to the station," he repeated.

"And you're not getting anything in return, you know?" You wanted him to know. You weren't looking for a handout, but if he would help you he wasn't going to get anything more than a verbal 'thank you.'

"Don't expect to." He shook his head. "Come on before ye' get sick standing here in nothing but your stockings and a jaiket."

He makes his way over, opening the passenger door, waiting for you to follow.

You take a moment. You're options are limited. The decision a clear one.

You run from your covered sanctuary into the blistering cold rain. He just waits until you're entirely inside the car before shutting the door.

The car was warm and smelled... nice.

It didn't smell stale at all. It seemed like that's all that was around you. The smell of stale piss just outside the pub and stale beer inside of it. The poor circulation of the shelter didn't offer any sort of fresh air and not everyone there took advantage of the hot showers.

But it smelled clean and fresh. Nothing particularly note worth like minty or masculine, or musky. Just like a clean, well taken care of car.

"Name's Johnny by the way." He introduced, not taking his eyes off the road. You gave yours in return. It was only polite. He repeated your name, liking a little too much how it sounded falling from his lips. "Fitting. Bonnie name for a bonnie lass." He didn't turn and give you a cheeky wink. He kept his eyes straight ahead, trying to see through the rapid swiping of the wipers and the rain.

The two of you sat in silence even though he ached to ask you a million questions. He wanted more than just your name.

Where were you from? How did you end up in the shelter? Had you always been in this situation? Were you safe? Is that why you were so sad that day that day he saw you?

"Everyone seems to be out leaving the match." He said instead, noticing the influx of traffic that had began to build.

"Match?" You asked.

"Aye." He said. "Some football match."

"Oh." You said. "Right." You had wanted to work that night in hopes of making a decent tip or two, but the curfew was strict at the shelter so you opted out.

And still got locked out.

"Might as well make yourself comfy." He sighed, leaning back against his seat. "Looks like we'll be a minute."

The warm air incased you fully now. Having warmed up the numbness in your poor toes. If it wouldn't have been seen as rude, you would have taken off your kitten heels and given your feet some relief.

The car's seats were more comfortable than the cot at the shelter. Add that with your exhaustion from an almost twelve hour shift from serving breakfast to finishing the dinner rush, it was starting to become a fight to stay awake.

But you could spare a few seconds of closing your eyes.

There were cars lined up. People, now, all around you. If you felt him try anything funny you would know. It was okay just to rest your eyes for a moment or two.

So you did.

You let the soft hum of the car drown out the noise of outside as the pitter patter of rain lull you to sleep. Your breathing deepened.

It wasn't until Johnny saw in the window's reflection that your eyes had closed that you hadn't turned away to avoid conversation.

You had fallen asleep.

In his car.

It was a no brainer for him that he wouldn't take you to a fucking metro station to sleep. He planned to just take you to a hotel, put a wad of cash in your hand and tell you he meant it. He wasn't looking for a whore. He just wanted to help you.

Or...

Or he could do it.

He could do what Simon had given him the green light to do two months ago when his obsession in finding you had peaked the Lieutenant's interest. It wasn't every day Johnny had fancied a lass longer than a passing glance. He was the type who rarely remembered names.

So when Simon had suggested bringing you home, Johnny thought he was just pulling his leg. Simon couldn't have been seriously considering... sharing? The two of them were together. More than just brothers in arms. It was a thought, once upon a time about adding a more feminine energy to the relationship, but Johnny didn't like any of them enough to have them stick around and Simon didn't like anyone except for Johnny.

But now, it was different.

This was you. The girl who had plagued his thoughts, his dreams for months. The girl he had lost sleep over. The girl who he had thought he would never going to see again.

But now you were here.

Now.

If he was going to do it, he had to do it now.

No turning back.

[gothghostiie]

i have two things to talk about

1. messy period sex with 141

2. stockholm syndrome with 141

mmmmm. I give you: a combination

cw: kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, dubcon, (period) blood, kidnapper!141, afab!gn!reader

poor thing didn't even know what happened when you were snatched a few weeks ago, everything happened so quickly. you became their little toy so fast, your poor mind broke after just days in their custody. already clinging to them, begging to be close - even stopped fighting them when they're fucking you, almost enjoying it.

all of them were just waiting for you to get your period, they were looking forward to having you under them, cunt messy with a disgusting mix of slick, cum and blood. they let you relax the first day, doting on you and taking care of you - just to fuck your brains out the next day. they didnt even bother tying you up, threw a few towel under you and started taking turnd plowing into your poor pussy. your thighs feel sticky and icky but all of them get painfully hard at the sight of everything running out of your gaping hole, how are they supposed to help themselves? :((

[grizouille]

Listen up!

I am a Pilgrim now 😂

But for real, this summer my husband and I hesitated between Scotland and Sweden for our holidays.

Finally we decided to go to Stockholm, so now I'm planning to visit some museums (Vikings museum, ABBA Museum,...) and a certain recording studio called RMV. Yup. That's where Meliora from Ghost was recorded. One of my favorite albums.

I am so f*cking impatient. Like a child really. I'm going to see soooo many beautiful castles and architectural monuments. Also the city reminds me of Venice (which I had visited and loved). Moreover I'll sleep in a hotel which is in a boat.

I can't wait to visit Tobias's country. I have to learn Swedish even more now! (I've already started but I'm a bit procrastinating). I study thanks to Duolingo btw 🤓

I'll post some pictures of that beautiful town for ya, if you want ❤️