#inside... ghosts

[reluctantjoe]

BBC Ghosts (2019-2023) / Inside... Ghosts (2022-2023)

4.01: HAPPY HOLIDAY Misty Glade by Thomas Thorne Worms by Mathew Baynton

[idliketobeatree]

btw when you're being mean to aziraphale this is who you're being mean to. hope this helps

[zillychu]

hmmm "stuck in the ghost zone" no one knows au thoughts :)

[heavenbarnes]

pinching or biting older boyfriend simon’s nipple while he’s fucking you while his whole body weight on top of you and he just cums outta nowhere…teaching the old dog new tricks like you said. making that old perv feel like a young boy.

yeah YEAH 🥹🫶🏼

there’s an air about older bf!simon that says, he knows what he likes.

he likes slow days, fast cars, old music, pretty young things.

(just the one, though)

you get the idea.

matter is, simon knows what he likes and he’s got no problem asking for it.

“c’mere sweet’art and put y’tongue on it”

“yeah squeeze on it f’me”

“lean back, let me look at it- thas’ it”

that’s not to say he’s learnt about all there is for him to like.

they try to say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks but he’s your mean old dog and here you are with a hand tight on the leash teaching him things he never knew about himself.

like, since he’s known you, he’s learnt there’s nothing he likes more than dropping his body weight onto you and pressing you into the mattress.

he likes the way the air wooshes out of you and you kick your legs beneath him, pretending like you want to break free.

(likes it even better when you beg for it harder, in the midst of all that performing)

likes it even more when he does it while you’re on your back, so he can see the way your eyes roll in your head when he’s driving his cock so deep between your thighs you think you see stars.

likes the way you say his name.

likes the way he can make you drool a little.

what simon doesn’t know, but is about to find out, is he really likes it when you press the flat of your tongue to his pec and pinch his nipple between your teeth.

hard.

simon finds out he likes it a lot, finds out very quickly.

mans built like military precision, routine and order. you could set your watch by him.

but he takes even himself by surprise when the graze of your teeth has his back arching and the flood gates opening.

simon comes hard, with a devastating moan.

when he manages to open his eyes again, he finds you with a sickening grin on your face- fingers picking up his spend to lay across your tongue.

jesus christ.

just when he thinks he’s discovered every dirty little thing about himself, you’ve got to come along and do him one better.

turn him into a bad dog, turn him inside out.

[konigsblog]

brain rotting away at the thought of being put in a full nelson by simon riley himself. 💯

we all know how strong simon is. he's been in the military for over a decade and trains every single day, even on his time off. he enjoys the power and control he has, using his strength to manhandle you into various different positions to fuck his hot load deeper each round.

his muscular and burly arms lift your legs up, forcing them against your chest. your back is pushed against his sweaty, muscular chest as he holds your legs against your chest, angling his broad hips to ease inside your drooling hole slowly while whispering pure and depraved filth into your ear. you whine out quietly with each inch sinking deeper into you, eyes wide as you gaze down at the mess between your supple thighs, globs of simon's cum from previous rounds smeared all over your slick pussy, coating your warm sex in his hot, creamy stickiness.

your body shakes with anticipation and excitement as he pushes further inside, feeling as his heavy balls make contact with your tight rear, slapping against your slick cunt repetitively with each thrust, the impact of his balls against your cunt and his strong hips against your ass silencing your mewls and pleas.

simon drives his sturdy hips skyward into you, his grunts hoarse and loud beside your ear. you listen to the sound of his huffing and heaving and his cruel and degrading words as he fucks his bulbous, swollen dick into your tight hole until you're chanting his name like a prayer. the sensation of your gummy, spongy walls pulsing around his veiny shaft intensified simon's pace as the tightness of your walls pushed simon closer to the edge of his growing release. he huffs at the scent of your shampoo in your hair and the scent of your perfume on your neck, like a complete pervert, addicted to the scent of your arousal and bliss.

you moaned and trembled with each deep thrust, simon's drooling tip against your cervix, the pain and pleasure leaving you speechless. your eyes rolled backwards, and you threw your head back at the pulsating ache between your legs, leaving you unable to string a coherent sentence together as he fucked you into stupidity. you whimpered meekly at the stretch of his large length pulsating inside of your drooling hole, admiring the state of your weeping pussy and how you coated his veiny shaft in a glimmer of your sweetness.

simon pushes his cock deep inside you, pumping out strings and ropes of his hot, potent semen against your cervix, the head of his dick weeping, and shooting creamy loads of his stickiness into you.

he'd pull out, rolling and rubbing his swollen, fat dick back and forth between your folds, grumbling into your ear as he felt your pussy pulse around nothing, your cunny coated in his pleasure and arousal.

[nelkcats]

The Crime Lord does not stop flirting with me!

When Danny ran away from home and ended up in Gotham he wasn't quite sure what to do, adrenaline was coursing through his veins and all he wanted was a place to be safe.

That's when Crime Alley lit up like a Christmas tree and Danny knew it could be his new home, something about Crime Alley was drawing him in. It wasn't long before he decided to get a job to lay low. Of course, the latter was a bust because Red Hood noticed him almost instantly.

Contrary to his expectations, the Crime Lord took an interest in him but said nothing. He simply asked him to repair his motorcycle like a normal customer in his new job. Danny did and well, he couldn't help but repair some damaged systems and add some modifications. He hoped he wasn't stepping out of line, he just couldn't help himself, it was second nature to repair damaged things.

He thought Red Hood would be angry about it but the man seemed delighted (or as delighted as he could look with the mask), he looked at Danny and asked him what else he could do. Nervously, he told him that he was somewhat good with technology and before he knew it he had been hired by a gang (more or less, they were just asking for some custom orders).

So, technically he established as the mechanic and supplier to the Hood gang, and more specifically to the Crime Lord himself. He gave Hood some upgrades and became his supplier of (mostly harmless) weapons and upgrades. This attracted the attention of most of the gangs that were against the Crime Lord and Batman himself.

Jason, noticing how nervous the guy was assured him that he would protect him and no one was going to hurt him as long as he was around, it was obvious he wasn't from Gotham. For some reason, his new employee blushed every time he said those words.

Danny didn't know if Red Hood understood what he was doing (That was totally a flirt for protection spirits!), every day it was getting harder and harder not to respond to him. His ghost side kept screaming that he got a good match!

Which was technically true, considering that Red Hood had promised him protection and let him stay in his haunt (it became obvious that Crime Alley was his haunt after a few days in Gotham but strangely it accepted him)

Jason continued to promise Danny that he would be safe (poor boy always looked nervous) and Danny wondered how many days he could take the blatant flirting.

[sky-is-the-limit]

I NEED someone to write a smut of Price being your neighbour who unfortunately gets to hear you and your boyfriend fucking unsuccessfully (bf doesn't even bother with making you finish, you fake it and do it extra loud on purpose cause you know this fine older military man next door can hear you and you focus more on making sure Price hears your moans than the younger boring man on top of you)

And so another boring night of unpleasant sex with your soon to be ex, he leaves early and Price has had enough. Like he always catches you linger a little more when he returns from base and he's wearing his military uniform, a few stares here and there, friendly greetings while your eyes are practically undressing each other in the hallway, you asking him if he can help when something breaks in your apartment, even the smallest thing just so you can have him over and he fucking knows it (things you can fix yourself but nooo, let me ask Mr. Price)

And like before he's about to knock on your door, the power goes off and in panic you open the door (Mr. Price should know how to fix this, right?) only wearing a shirt just covering your ass and you just stare at each other for a few seconds before you ask what he's doing outside your door.

"I came to do what your sorry excuse of a boyfriend can't"

[sakuraspoke]

GHOST // CHAPTER 18: WHAT A FIASCO! for you @ghostchems <3

[potato-lord-but-not]

more of my favorite monster hunting duo !!!

also thank you @ofthecrown for sending me the gun, which everyone should look at bc I did NOT do it justice.

[welcome-to-alice-in-helll]

[reluctantjoe]

INSIDE... GHOSTS 2022-2023 | 5.07: A Christmas Gift

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Why doesn't the justice league know about Amity Park?

Okay so it's been a bit sonce I watched the show but one of the things in DpxDC is the anti-ecto acts, which I love, but correct me if I'm wrong, I THINK ??? they only show up in reality trip? SO: What if Danny, when using the gauntlet to undo everything, also got rid of the Anti-Ecto acts? but this is babys first time editing reality so he uh Fucks Up A Lil'. As a result when Danny used the reality gauntlet to wipe the AEA from existence he accidentally wiped Amity Park from perception. A big 'nothing matters over here' jedi mind trick, and now no ones looking at Amity. So, the Justice League actually WERE looking into and monitoring the situation in Amity, but when the perception filter closed them off, all of that suddenly went ignored.

This is noticed when someone (Alfred, Dick, Tim, literally anyone) realises theres just. A BIG dusty pile of case files semi abandoned somewhere in the cave when going through a (time period)ly cave cleaning.

They put it down because it's Not Important.

They come back to finish the cleaning the next day and do the exact same thing, but there's nothing to actually distract them this time and it pings as weird. Because why would case files be not important? They are by definition important, because only things flagged as important go into case files.

They try to get someone else to read it, because as long as they don't read the information in the file, they don't put it down.

That person goes to read it, gets a line in and then says something like 'that isn't important' and goes to leave. Person A pushes it and person B ALSO catches on.

Que the Batfam trying to figure out hey, what the fuck actually?

Meanwhile, how is Amity fairing? Canon compliant everything's going alright? Or have knock on effects to No One Look Here started to show?

[sillycatenthusiast]

Some of my favorite songs from gaming

[dawnsiren]

This fandom is really sleeping on one of Rio’s lines from Ep 5 which is a shame because it’s great

Agatha: *possessed scrabbling and Exorcist backbend*

The coven: *Freaking out* Rio, sounding mildly concerned at most: Sweetheart? You okay?

[copias-juicebox]

tobias daddy interview or whatever

[bi-writes]

the knock at his door is a ferocious one. it rattles the hinges, shakes the doorway. it is not a kind knock. it is the knock of anger, of impending terror, of death at his door, but he knows that if he doesn't answer, he will be even more sorry. (ghoap x curvy!fem!reader, 18+, smidge of dark)

johnny isn't happy. he yanks the door open, glaring, knowing who is on the other side. his superior, his lieutenant, the fucking tart that started this whole thing in the first place, the bastard that stands a few inches too tall, is that what she sees in him, too tall, is that much bigger than me, the fucking--

"dinnae want t'talk to ye, ye fuckin'--"

"'f y'know wot's fuckin' good f'ya, you'll shut y'r fuckin' mouth," ghost snaps. his accent is thick and gravelly. he moves over the threshold, pushing johnny back, his eyes dulling over as he presses an accusing finger against johnny's chest. "y'r gonna pick up the bloody phone, 'n y'r gonna call 'er."

"she's a right--"

ghost hisses, a heady growl coming out roughly as he grips johnny around the throat and slams him against the nearest wall. the entirety of it shakes, and the pictures there nearly fall, and johnny chokes as he tries to scramble, but ghost is too strong, too rough, too overpowering. there is something behind his movements, some purpose, and it makes something acidic bubble in johnny's throat.

"don't you fuckin' dare finish that sentence," ghost snarls. "don't care wot it is y'think y'feel, do y'really wanna have tha' on your conscious, y'fuckin' bastard, yeah? want her t'know tha' is the last thing y'called her?"

johnny sputters. he's gasping for air, but it's hard, and his eyes water. even though johnny hates him, even though he loathes the man he used to admire, he knows ghost is right. his lip trembles. it wouldn't be right to say it, it wouldn't be right to call you anything other than what you are, and that is beautiful, bonnie, the stars in the sky and the water in the soil and the dream he always has but cannot remember but one he knows is all he wants and more.

"ye took 'er from me," johnny gasps. "took her from me, and she's all i've ever wanted..."

"took nothin' from ya. now call 'er," ghost growls. "pick up the phone, and y'call her. she's hysterical. 'n i won't 'av it."

"ye won't 'av it? fuck off with ye!"

ghost tilts his head to the side, using his forearm now and pinning johnny to the wall. they meet eyes, and even though johnny pulls a brave face, he is staring at a man who clawed his way out of his grave. a man that endured days of torture and inexplicable horror, that knew the taste of his own blood from another's. johnny is strong-willed, but this is a battle he will not win.

"won't tell ya again," ghost mutters. "i mean tha'."

johnny's tired. he loathes. he hates. he feels sick. he wants to claw and kill and blow something up, but then ghost is letting him go, he's taking in full breaths, and there's a voice in his ear suddenly, an unfamiliar sound of a beautiful voice that he knows. she's crying.

"johnny? j-johnny, i-is that you?"

"mmmph," he coughs. "mmm..."

even riddled with sadness, you sound as pretty as always.

"johnny, i'm sorry," you whimper. he can picture your face, probably a gorgeous pout, tears gathering along your cheeks that normally are from the brunt of his cock, but now they're the proper response from your panic. "johnny, i'm...i'm so sorry--"

"'s..." he hums. "'s a'right, lovey. shhh. quiet."

"johnny, please--please come home, i-i...i can't stand this, i don't want to...i-i--"

"told ye to quiet," he murmurs. "quiet."

and you do, but he knows there's tears, he knows you're probably still there on the other side, your cries muffled into your hand. you probably still look so beautiful, probably sitting there in one of his jackets and nothing else, perched on the bed he shares with you and looking like an entire meal.

"ye lied to me, bonnie," johnny tuts, and ghost steps closer, into his space. watch it, his eyes say, and johnny glares. "why did ye lie?"

you whine, "i didn't know what to say...i...i just thought--"

"ye thought what?" johnny prods. "ye thought i would nae find out about it all? what did ye think, what the bloody fuckin' hell did ye--"

ghost walks forward, enough that johnny is pressed flat against the wall. ghost leans down, tilting his head, close enough that he feels the warmth of johnny's breath as they stare down each other.

"say y'love 'er, johnny," ghost mumbles in his ear. he comes closer, one thick thigh fitting between johnny's legs. "say it."

johnny swallows. "i love ye, bonnie."

a quiet whine, and then your soft voice, "i-i love you so much, johnny--"

"say y'want her, johnny," ghost encourages him, in that low voice that is starting to make johnny's head a little lighter.

"i miss ye," johnny whispers. "sorry for not having me head on right, love..." he hisses when ghost pinches him. "ahh--i want ye. want yer bonnie face...yer bonnie cunt...got to know it. got to know how much i want ye."

ghost shuts his eyes when he hears your breaths. desperate, a little emotional, that beautiful lilt that drew him in the first time.

"tell 'er ye want to eat 'er, johnny," ghost hums. "tell 'er she tastes like sweets." ghost comes closer, his pelvis against johnny's, and there is no space between them. johnny's blue eyes are bright, pupils dilated, and when ghost opens his eyes, they stare at each other, some kind of understanding that they have never had before.

they've been to the same place. they've seen the same eden. the love of the same woman, the taste of the same forbidden fruit, the kind of thing that men like them dream of having but give up for the sake of their sanity--

"want to eat ye, love..." johnny sighs, and his eyes flutter when ghost reaches up and smooths a gloved hand along his throat. his adam's apple bobs, he is so alive, and ghost tuts lowly as he speaks. "taste so good...think about it all the time...about getting under yer skirt," he sighs deeply when ghost's hand moves lower, against his chest, "cum so nice, bonnie, when ye sit on m'face..."

"j-johnny--" ghost grits his teeth when he hears you. pretty baby girl, probably squeezing your thick thighs together, maybe leaning over to show off your soft hips to no one in particular, tits pressed together because your hand is drifting low and circling against you because he knows you probably aren't wearing any fucking knickers, "anything for you, baby...you know i would, you know i'd do anything..."

"i know, my pretty," johnny coos. "will ye wait for me? will ye wait before ye get ahead of yerself, love? ye will, yer a good girl..."

"y-yes--" you whine. "y-yes, i'll wait for you...please come back...please--"

"should i bring back yer keeper?" johnny asks. blue eyes on dark ones, the look of a thousand words, the look of newness, of acceptance, of the power of two being so much greater than one.

two gloved fingers make their way down his throat. petting johnny's pink tongue, stuffing him full, reminding him of his place, where he truly is, where he belongs and where he is always meant to be. he relaxes his throat, and ghost snarls, satisfied, when johnny takes the girth of it easily. he touches the back of johnny's throat, and ghost's eyes flash when he hears your sweet voice on the other end.

"simon...i know you're there. be nice. or we won't get to play."