#possessed by a ghost

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WE GOT POSSESSED BY A HYPNOTIST (gone wrong) | Sam Golbach

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[karasbooklr]

Possessed by a Ghost by Una Donburi

1/?

[croquiscat]

nnnnnnyes sure let's go with that

[astroturf-enthusiast]

The Ties that Bind, and the Light that Beckons

[cable-salamder]

Some more possession art from my binge but it’s more Nya centric (that second one is always my very first thought when I watch that sequence because aww Cole and Nya friendship moment BUT ALSO GET OFF THE MATTRESS)

[rusticfurnace]

//tw ⚠️: scars (implied knifeplay) his and only his

[bribinart]

no one's first mugshot

[worms-for-brains]

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Whisper in my ear

Tell me I’m good

As I tear into you

And eat you alive.

[bi-writes]

mmm. being the final girl in ghost's slasher movie (dark!ghost x curvy!fem!reader, 18+)

his laughter shakes you to your core. you're cornered, in the very back bedroom under the bed, staring at the dull gaze of your roommate as she bleeds out on the floor.

she's gurgling. she coughs up mouthfuls of blood, and they trail down her neck like a spider web until it pools underneath her head, making the strands of her hair red and sticky. the slit across her throat sputters, and you watch as the white painted bones on the back of his gloves drips with the pretty crimson color. if it wasn't so cruel, if it wasn't blood, it might be artistic.

he takes a thumb and smears the blood over her skin. he draws shapes into her forehead and then both of her cheeks, and you clamp a hand over your mouth to stop from crying as she gasps, reaching up with a shaky hand, halfheartedly trying to push him off, but she's too weak.

he hums when he finishes, and your eyes well up with tears when he knocks her head to the side so she's facing you. he's written three words on her face, one word on her forehead, and then the rest on her cheeks, in her own blood.

I SEE YOU

you scream when he shifts, grabbing onto your ankles and yanking. you claw at the hardwood floor, trying desperately to get away from him, but it's no use. he has you, he found you.

no matter where you go, you've never been able to hide. no matter how far away you think you've gone, it never matters. no matter how long you go without hearing from him, it isn't a comfort, because that usually means the inevitable is coming.

he will never leave you alone. you will never get away. he will find you, he will have you, and every time you escape, it is always just him giving you the illusion of freedom, when in reality, he can have you as easily as he did before.

"givin' me a right headache, luvvie," he murmurs, flipping you over with not so much as a grunt and sitting on your hips. you squirm under him, but this behemoth of a man isn't something you can just push off of you. he's big and heavy, and with all his gear on, he must be thirty pounds heavier. you eye the gun strapped to his chest, but even at this distance, you know it won't matter.

ghost cannot die. that's how he got his fucking name. you've sunk a knife into his stomach before, you've shot him once, you've pushed him off of cliffs and down elevator shafts and watched him sink to the bottom of the fucking ocean, but he cannot die, he won't die, he will never leave me.

"fuck you," you spit, and he chuckles, pulling one of his throwing knives out of his boot and using it to pop the first button off the front of your shirt. it clatters somewhere in the bedroom, and ghost snarls when he sees the lace of your bra.

"expectin' someone?" he growls. "oi! look at me."

you glare up at him, tears sliding down your cheeks, and he uses the sharp edge to pop the rest of the buttons off, your shirt in tatters as it lays loose around your arms. he grunts as he sneaks it under where the cups meet, pulling upwards until he cuts the lace in half. you mewl when your tits bounce, falling free, and his pupils dilate.

"mmmm..." he pushes his mask up, leaning down, and you arch your back when he wraps his lips around one nipple and suckles. you reach up without thinking, your hands finding the back of his head and cradling it as he practically feeds on the fat of your breasts. "know how much you like tha'..."

you whine, and he lets go, pushing the front of his mask into your cheek, licking the skin. you scrunch your face, dirty fucking animal, and he mouths at your jaw.

"'f y'were just a good girl, wouldn't hafta do this," he taunts. you squirm when he lowers himself again, paying attention to the other breast and sucking it into his mouth. "y'make me do it, swee'eart. make me hurt sorry muppets...they're keepin' y'from me. and y'know tha' isn't allowed."

you cry out when he flips you over under him. he shoves your face into the floor, tangling his hand into your hair and yanking on it so that you're looking at your dead roommate, her eyes dull and lifeless as she lays there turning cold.

"look wot y'did," he growls. "look wot y'made me do."

she looks sort of pretty. she did annoy the shit out of you, you won't lie. she looks happier this way. quiet, relaxed, still. it's cathartic, to know that maybe this is what she was meant for. to die, that was her purpose. it makes a little sense.

"'m sorry," you whisper, and ghost loosens his grip on your hair. "'m sorry..."

he kisses the side of your neck, laughing a little.

"now y'r sorry," he says, amused. "y'r mine. when are y'going to learn tha'?"

you put your palms onto the floor, trying to turn over. he eases his weight up to let you, leaning down and putting both hands on either side of your head as he looks down at you. you meet his eyes, sniffling, and you shake your head.

"w-was scared."

"scared?" he tilts his head to the side, licking over his teeth. "scared of wot? would do anythin' for ya."

"i-i know," you sniffle. "just...n-never had anyone that...that would. i-i...i've never had anyone s-so good to me."

he grins, and you shiver a little, but not from fear.

"awww," he shakes his head. "y'r a bad liar, luv."

"i'm not lying--!"

he leans down, licking over your bottom lip, and you whimper.

"prove it," ghost rasps, and you blink up at him, swallowing hard. you push on his chest a little so he eases off of you, and you hook your thumbs into your jeans and shimmy them off. ghost watches carefully, his eyes flickering when you lay bare underneath him, and you bring your knees up before letting them fall. he licks his lips, his grin widening, and he meets your eyes when he sees what he likes. "bloody hell, y'r soaking the fuckin' floor, swee'eart."

you bite your lip, a little shy, and he grips your throat firmly before tugging you up to meet him. he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, stroking your sweaty hair and humming low.

"y'r gonna run again, aren't ya, baby?"

you nod, closing your eyes, and you let a soft moan slip out when he settles between your spread legs, pressing his pelvis to yours. you feel that familiar hardness, digging into your sex, and you can't help the grind of your hips, wanting to get closer, needing to have more of him. he might be the craziest motherfucker you have ever known, and it's a shame he fucks like a pornstar.

you open your eyes, reaching down, and he smiles wickedly when you unzip his pants, shoving them low until his cock is free. like he knew this would happen, he's been leaking into his boxers, and when you pull him out, the tip is red and wet.

you squeeze your thighs around his waist when he sinks into you, grunting when his thighs press to yours, burying himself deep. you cry, your back bowing sharply, and he smooths his gloved hand down your bare stomach, licking his lips when he trails streaks of blood down your soft skin.

"'s olright," ghost mutters, "quite like chasin' ya. makes y'r cunny taste better. makes y'so fuckin' tight, too, fuck--"

"yeah--" you gasp, and he smiles again, disgusting, filthy, murderous, terrifying.

"say it. say it, and maybe i'll forgive this lil' stunt, and maybe i'll let y'cum." your eyes roll back, and he grips your face tight. "oi! say it!"

"i'm yours! fuck--yes! i'm yours..."

[leafyeyes417]

To soothe myself from my last post where it’s non-Joker hate *shudders* here have this.

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The first three months of Danny’s stay in Gotham had been mostly quiet. No big Rogue attacks since most of them were in Arkham. Unfortunately that had come to an end. There was a mass breakout and among them was the Joker.

Danny had made friends with a couple people, during his classes, and had met his new crush Tim at a coffee shop. He was actually with Tim when they got the news about the breakout. They had been walking out to Tim’s car so he could be driven home when it happened.

Tim’s POV

He had been talking with Danny when he saw him shudder and stop walking.

He frowned, turning towards him. “Danny? What’s wrong?” He watched as Danny paled, full body twitched, then his eyes turned a glowing red that took over his entire eyes. He snarled, face almost inhuman as he turned and booked it down the street at inhuman speeds (though nowhere near Flash speed).

Scrambling Tim jumped in his car and chased after Danny, though he quickly lost him. He grabbed his com and turned it on. “Oracle, I need you to track someone.” He quickly rattled out along with the street information and Danny’s description.

“Red Robin, report.” Batman growled out.

“I was walking with my friend back to my car after we heard the news of the breakout. On the way there he froze and then… I’m not quite sure but whatever it was I don’t think he was in control anymore.”

There was silence for a few moments on the coms. Oracle spoke, “I think I found his location. The cameras are fritzing out big time in a decent area near your location.”

When he managed to get there he was honestly a little sickened. There was body parts and blood everywhere. Joker goons, from the occasional mask lying around. Swallowing he ventured deeper into the zone, having to turn off his coms due to the screeching interference.

When he finally set his eyes on Danny it was to see him arm deep into the Joker’s chest. He paused, watching as the Joker’s body fell to the floor, his heart still in Danny’s hand. He watched as Danny’s eyes stopped glowing red and he swayed, dropping the heart to bring a hand to his head.

“Danny?” He asked hesitantly.

Danny turned, a hazy expression on his face. “Tim?” He slurred out.

Quickly making his way over he managed to prevent Danny from toppling over, grimacing at the blood now coating his hand. He noticed the other bats and birds arriving on scene out of the corner of his eye, but stayed focused on Danny. “Let’s get you out of here.” He said gently as he guided Danny out of the area.

Later, after he had managed to get Danny some water and a bit of food, he asked, “Do you remember what happened, Danny?” His friend looked down at his blood covered hands. “I remember walking to your car when it was like I was being grabbed by a bunch of hands and I couldn’t move. Then… it almost felt like I was being stuffed into a box or something and everything was hazy and indistinct after that. I tried fighting it but it like catching smoke. Then I was being released but it was like I had no energy. I know you called my name but I don’t recall much until after you gave me the energy bar.”

Tim frowned, glancing at Black Bat. He saw her sign “true” and nodded. Looks like they might have to call the JLD on this one.

[synthwavecryptid]

mods are asleep, post tender old men

[cynsbasement]

What if tessa was still alive, but as a ghost and only AS infected drones could see her?. Chat, am i cooking??

[croquiscat]

...Danny?

started co-parenting a little fanfic plot bunny with @laevaa :D

[tojisun]

simon comes with you inside the fitting rooms so that he can be your little – ironic, yes – helper.

there’s something about these moments that simon really loves. it wasn’t really about seeing you undress – not that seeing your bare skin before him doesn’t make his blood vessels sing – but what simon cherishes more was the quiet intimacy of the moment.

the way you would turn to him and ask him to zip up the back of your dress or how you would huff and ask him for help as you pull up a tight shirt that didn’t quite fit well.

simon adores these moments, the one where mundanity settles deep underneath his scarred skin to cradle his beating heart. the one that reminds him of home because home has always been with you; has always been within your arms.

“so? what d’you think?” you ask, turning to him.

he watches as you fluff up the hems of the dress’ skirt before you run your fingers along the material it’s made from, soft hums rumbling from the base of your throat.

“let me see you well, darlin’,” he replies, straightening up from the cushioned seat. you tilt your head at him in question. simon chuckles. “twirl for me, sweetheart.”

excitement bleeds into your pretty face before giving him just that – a quiet twirl since you’ve long discarded your shoes, your hands hooked at your waist to give way for the skirt to flutter. when you face him again, a beautiful smile is etched on your lips, your eyes wide with glee.

“you look gorgeous in it, love,” he whispers, spreading his legs open and beckoning you close. you pad to the space between his legs, huffing a fond laugh when simon’s hands trail from your bare thighs to the swell of your ass, the skirt pooling along his forearm.

“it’s that pretty?” you quip, squeaking when simon lightly pinches your skin.

“yeah,” he says, and he isn’t even shocked at how breathless he sounds. “fuckin’ pretty.” he meets your wide eyes. “all f’r me.”

you roll your eyes at him before pressing your lips on his forehead. “all for you,” you murmur as you pull back.

simon chases you with a hand on the small of your back and the other looped around your wrist, pulling you to his lap with ease. you let yourself be manhandled with a giggle, only for all noise to be snuffed out of you as he finally slots his lips against yours.

that’s right. you are his. all that you are – his to love.

[konigsblog]

marking simon riley up...

warnings: rough-dom!simon, afab!gn!reader, praise, hickeys and marks, slight possessiveness.

; simon riley likes when you mark him up.

MDNI 18+

simon riley loves to see how possessive you can become, by marking him up with deep hickeys, and deep red scratches down his muscular, burly back.

your legs thrown over his broad, large shoulders, allowing simon to reach places that leave your jaw slack with pleasure running through your body and pooling at your wet heat. delirium fills your glossy eyes as he grips your jaw firmly, chuckling at your fucked-out, stupid reaction, looking deep into your pretty eyes.

his bulbous and slicken cock pulsates at the warmth and wetness wrapped tightly around his shaft, pulsing and tightening with each hard thrust knocking the wind from your lungs, silencing your moans as you're left scratching down his back in an attempt to stabilise yourself.

“..that’s it-- attagirrrllll... there we go--.. look at you, little one, takin’ this dick so fuckin’ deep, yeah?”

his guttural and hoarse voice leaves you moaning and mewling pathetically like a mutt in heat, your chest rising and falling with your orgasm quickly building up, tightening your core as you drag your nails down his back slowly at the sloppy sensation inside your gummy, tight walls.

to simon, your sharp scratches encourage him to fuck you even deeper, even harder — with your adoring eyes rolling to the back of your head, eyelids heavy with lust and satisfaction as he rolls his broad, sturdy hips against you, eyebrows furrowed and his head thrown back as his tip weeps milky white pearls of semen.

your lips attach onto his already marked neck, possessively marking him up with more hickeys as he fucks you even harder, his calloused and scarred hands wandering over your soft body and groping your tight rear firmly, holding you close where he feels your heartbeat rhythm, quickening as your orgasm ruptures through you abruptly, your pussy drooling around his hard and girthy cock, back arched as you feel him prod at your cervix, whimpering out as you dig your nails into his back, fingers nestled in his blonde locks.

[rusticfurnace]

someone's tipsy