#ghost storytime

[bylrndgm]

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS (2020) // JULIE E OS FANTASMAS (2011) 1.01 - Wake Up // 1.01 - Enfrentando Fantasmas -> Julie meets the Band.

[dantenyhpmir]

Branding

Pairing; Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Plot; You want to make it clear to everyone who owns you

Warnings; Branding, CNC ish

Word Count; 1642

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You could not take your eyes off the stove. No matter what he seemed to do to you, your eyes were locked onto the iron. Watching it heat up. It felt odd being tied to a chair in the kitchen at first but Simon always had a way of taking you other places. He was the only man who ever seemed to be able to actually have you let go. You swear you could feel it alter your brain chemistry. Like your body just craved him now, it practically belonged to him. He'd say as much and you never got tired of hearing it.

His.

Only his.

Something about belonging to a man felt so good, as much as you'd hate to say it out loud. He would make you feel safe and cared for while also being able to fuck like he hated you. Anything he did had you soaked really, it was so new to have someone have such an affect on your body. To take it from you.

Or to show it off.

Marks did something to you.

Emotionally.

The odd remarks about the bruises on your knees. You'd chalk it up to rock climbing or some other sport you didn't do if people ask but you'd know. All the bruises from taking him. From his fingertips digging into your thighs or the shower floor. Knowing the hand print would still be there when you sat down, not going to the beach for the next few days while it took its sweet time leaving. The bite marks were your favourite. If you knew, you knew.

And if you knew, you wouldn't say anything.

It was like wearing the collar in public to some degree. Once the collar was on you were his to use, to play with as he saw fit but that wasn't enough. The hand marks weren't enough, or the bruises or the bites. There had to be more.

A tattoo of his name felt cheap. Not really indicative of your dynamic anyway. A branding though….

With a quick turn of the wrist he lifted up the iron. Leaning on the counter as if this was nothing. He looked so good in all black. Always all black.

You'd have to be naked.

Always.

Well, unless you count the cute rope harness keeping you firmly attached to the chair, an outfit.

“Not yet,” his eyes trained on it before fixating on you “let's let it get a little hotter”

You don't know how he does it, how his eye contact always feels like a threat. His eyes burned into your skull hotter than any iron.

It had been a long night of play. Basically putting you into a sweat as he'd pace around you, move your hair out of the way and bite into your neck. Twisting and groping everything, slowly. Firmly. You, making a mess all over the chair, any embarrassment would've left early in the night. You were gone. And you had a front row seat.

Your eyes never left that iron.

He noticed. He knew every sign in your body. It wasn't very hard to read your excitement. It looked just like terror.

You needed a closer look at it, by now a white hot glow.

“That's looking better” he says, pointing it at you. Still far enough away, for now.

You're too excited and can't help but squirm. Can't help but give him the usual attitude either.

“How do you even find an iron with a skull on it?” You tease

“Would you prefer my initials?” He says as he turns it, observing it

“Not sure which looks more embarrassing”

His eyes change as the iron finds it way closer to your neck. Slowly.

Creeping in.

Your back goes up, you can't move away from it as much as you're trying. He leans down to match your level, a kindness he doesn't often give.

Soon to be taken away.

“You're not in much of a position to mock”

He holds the moment. You don't have anything to say, what could you say? Your eyes say everything

You're stunned.

A coy smile creeps across his face, you can hear him exhale before he stands up. Everytime you hear him breathe it sends chills down your spine. Even if it's not on your neck, it's always a buffer. The sign before things escalate.

It's so satisfying when he stands over you, but daunting. You don't think your chin has ever been higher, the few hairs on it feel a singe. He hasn't touched you with it yet but it's close enough. Just a warning.

Usually he'd grab onto you as tightly as possible when it gets to this part of any scene. Of any escalation but the branding iron is doing all the work, he doesn't need too. It's the opposite really as his fingers brush your hair out of your face. Incredibly gentle as his thumb runs up and down on your cheek. So light, one side of your face being met with such kindness and the other side of your neck feeling like the sun could swallow it.

“Look at me”

You're not in a position to not listen

To not follow instructions

“Are you gonna keep squirming?”

You wanna shake your head no, you're in such a daze it feels impossible to speak but even slightly turning your head feels like a gamble. Your doe eyes widen staring up at him as you swallow your own fear that's caught in your throat

“Use your words”

“No”

“No, what?”

“No Sir”

“What are you going to stop doing?”

“Squirming”

“Good girl”

His thumb isn't so gentle anymore as it finds its way under your chin and holds your face in place, tightly as the iron bar gets closer. You didn't think it could get any closer without touching you.

“That wasn't so hard was it?”

Your eyes dart back and forth between the tool and his eyes. His dead sinister eyes. The eyes that call you out on every snippy remark you've ever made. The eyes that get you on your knees with a single side glance.

“No Sir” you gulp down as he almost tosses your head aside while stepping back with the iron.

Everything is hot, every single thing. The air is strangling you just as much as the rope. How did they seem to get tighter, how can you feel every rib rub against the knots as your chest lifts with every breath. Every breath that falls out of your mouth that you try and pick up again.

He takes some hot water he left in the kettle from over 20 minutes ago. Hot but not enough to burn him, and wipes it over the inside of your thigh.

Where anyone who comes near would see.

His mask.

His property.

“Not having you get any infections” he says, wiping down the area.

It's real.

It's happening.

“Simon”

You can't help shaking again

“I told you to quick squirming”

You try to stop, it feels impossible.

“I don't think you can handle this after all” he condescends with a tilt of his head and daggers in his eyes

“No I can, I can” you stammer

“You're sure about that?” He says with one finger moving up, farther and farther. Feeling how excited you are, feeling how scared you are.

“Jesus Christ” he says, soaking his fingers before looking back at you.

You blubbering mess.

“I can, I can, I can, I promise. Sir, please. I can handle it.” Over and over again.

His disposition is so still, not stopping you from going on and on. Every step is calm, walking to the counter to grab the blindfold. Setting down the iron on the stove only to put the sleepmask over your face.

“You're not gonna make me watch?”

“Don't want you to faint” he says as your eyes go dark.

Everything is so heightened. You swear you could feel every hair on your leg, every goose pump that runs through your body. His hand wraps back around your head, gentle. His thumb caressing your cheek.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You”

“Use your words”

“You, Si–”

But just as you say it you can feel his hand tighten around your throat to brace you for the white hot burn that engulfs your inner thigh. That feels like it's radiating heat you've never felt. The sting is almost agonizing and you can't help but cry out. To whine.

With each yelp getting tighter and you feel him press you into his chest and the pain subside from your thigh. The shock burned into you, taking so long to leave even if his force had.

His hands wipe away sweat before the blind fold. You swear his eyes have an evil smile when you see them again, knowing you're drenched in sweat, barely able to keep your eyelids over your eyes or your mouth from hanging open. So much breath to catch. So much fog to see through.

His kisses on your cheek bring you back to earth. Taking your time before you notice….

“Where?” You try to stumble out, wanting to remark on your trophy but,

“Where is—”

You look at him, leaning down over you. He holds a cube of ice in his fingers like a dice and sets it back on the area for a brief moment. You flinch.

“Its not–” you choke out, you can barely speak.

“No sweetheart” he says, again with condescension as he makes his way to the sink. The tap water hitting the iron, the sizzle of water to heat has you turn away. Your body rejecting the sound, a bigger wince.

Thinking of your skin.

He saunters back over, holds your face in both hands before kissing you.

“You're not ready for that”

Dante Nyhpmir Master list

[airysunfairy]

thinking about the guy i saw at the grocery store stocking shelves that looked like unmasked simon riley. he was tall with broad shoulders, looked to be in his 30s, had a similar face, short strawberry blonde hair that was thinning at the crown,,, and all i could think about was how that was probably a job ghost would like, or at least one he'd be hired for more easily than others. just a job where he can use his height and strength, probably will get a question or two from patrons but maybe not with how intimidating he looks so he'll probably have relative peace and quiet - apart from whatever songs they play in the store to keep shopper's minds busy while looking at the prices. idk it just felt like i really saw him how he'd be in real life for a second. also he checked me out WHEW

[tokillamockingbird427]

Merrick is 100% the kinda guy to be like "Oh I don't like dogs, but I don't hate them either, I'm just neutral." and then within like half an hour of knowing Riley he's (privately) talking to the dog in a baby voice.

He'd never live it down if anyone caught him, and someone does, but that someone is Logan and he's too much a sweetheart to fuck with Merrick over it. (Aside a few knowing looks because Logan can understand when something is HILARIOUS.) It's the one thing Logan keeps a secret from his brother.

Riley likes Merrick as much as Merrick likes him, because Riley is also a sweetie. If he ever get tired of the boys Riley can be found napping under Merrick's desk. Usually with said man sitting there and rubber-ducking his paperwork off him.

[howlcervine]

Years ago I had a reiki session with a couple I knew.

"Your aura is a very dark green" The husband said. "It's like looking through the glass of a wine bottle"

"You're wrong" The wife replied. "It looks like that because you're seeing it through the shadows"

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"You have spirits around you"

[ask-sunshine-ghoulette]

I just ran into a pillar, who makes these things..

[thelampisaflashlight]

Sister Imperator: "Contrary to what people might tell you, ghouls make wonderful babysitters. Why, I left my little Cardi with them all the time and he turned out just fine."

Nihil: "Your ghouls taught him to bite people he doesn't like."

Sister Imperator: "Self defense skills are important!"

Nihil: "I needed ten stitches!"

Sister Imperator: -pauses- "To be fair-"

[rindomness]

BTW I genuinely love that night in the woods does not, in the end, tell you if it was all real or not. It does not even explain whether the goat was real. It gives you mundane explanations - mae's mental health history, gas leaks, the strikes and structural instability in the mines - but also it's juuust legitimately supernatural enough that you end the game going... well. was that all imagined? how much of that was legitimate? the cultists all talk about getting abilities from the pit, and mae's friends are there and are confirming this is actually happening, and I think that was the first time in the game I actually approached the idea that there really was something else going on and it wasn't all just things we the player are experiencing because we're getting it from mae's perspective and mae is a truly intense unreliable narrator.

But: how much does it matter if there's actually an eldritch goat god underneath possum springs, or if it was all just a delusion on mae's behalf, or if it's a gas leak? that isn't the point. that was never the point.

also that maintenance guy is a ghost im 90% sure

[battle-subway-ghost]

Do you think I could ask for a drawing request of crayons from @hisuiansliggoo 👉👈 please, their art is in the reblog of the intro post 🥺

Gengar are so silly, this guy especially

[glacialheart]

oh i accidentally scared a guy in uni

[sir-boggy-himself]

storytime

so I work at a haunted house during October (it's a hobby of mine lol) and yesterday a group of freaking COD cosplayers came through, I'm talking ghost, König, Soap, Gaz, it was crazy. The sad thing is, I can't break character so I had to watch as these awesome people who I could rant about cod with walked away ;^;. (Also thing to note is that I wear a hannibal mask and people keep flirting with me... because I was wearing a mask? I know some of yall would do the same thing)

[ashshanea101]

Storytime: My First Spell

[dantenyhpmir]

Reunion

Pairing; Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Plot; You've been discharged for over a year and Ghost has finally found you

Warnings; Literal Fluff, you're fine.

Word Count; 986

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Part 2(NSFW)

You were walking through your local farmers market on a Saturday morning. Picking up some of the freshest bread you'd ever had and grabbing some breakfast. You knew a couple of the vendors as you walked through the crowd checking off one of the errands you had in your list.

The air felt different though. More so than just the changing of fall. Like someone was watching you. Training never really goes away, especially not that feeling. It always hit you like a train, even after being discharged. You couldn't just unlearn everyday of training you were brought up with in special forces. It had been a year since leaving it behind but that didn't change your lack of relaxation. You thought time would help but it hadn't. Still the same time every morning, the same nightmares, the same yearning for him with no word to speak of. The scars still aparrent on your body from when they took you. From when he couldn't find you.

But he did find you.

Simon didn't mind going out in public as much as anymore. It sounded selfish to say out loud, he would never admit anything good came from COVID but he did enjoy being able to wear half a mask as he went about the civilian world. Still feeling the level of personal protection from hiding his face that he had in combat.

He'd lie to himself and say he wasn't there for you. "He just so happened to be in the area" he'd say to help him sleep at night but his head turned every direction hoping you'd be there. No one was supposed to know where you'd been placed, for your own protection. Even the people closest to you on the team. No one on task force 141 were ever told directly that you and Ghost had been seeing each other but they also didn't need to. Every chance you had be next to each other on missions, you both took. Laughing too hard at each other's jokes but mostly what confirmed it was how feral he had gotten when you were captured. When you were in danger.

He knew Price was right not to tell anyone where you were but he was still angry about it. Enough that Price gave him leave to cool off for a few months. He wasn't focused when he was working, which wasn't like him. He could always switch it off and get back to work but not since you had gone. With no goodbye. It wasn't up to you though. Some things were out of your control. And his.

He promised himself if he found you he wouldn't get close but as you moved through the crowd his feet moved on their own. You were good at disappearing into people, he knew that but, he needed to be there. To look at you a little longer. It wasn't enough of a glance to satisfy the longing he had been doing for over a year now. He couldn't lose you again.

You moved swifty to the edge of the crowd, not running but conscious enough to make a decent pace without a panicked energy about you. You knew someone was following you. Your mind always went to the worst possible answer, especially after you had been captured. It may have seemed over the top to be scared of those kind of things happening but you didn't expect them to happen the first time and so you kept moving. And he kept following.

At the edge of the market you turn to face the crowd, looking around at one last table. Ghost finally catches up, slowly walking over next to you. Not acknowledging you. He wouldn't. He didn't want to bring any attention your way. He just wanted to see you. It was odd seeing you in civilian clothes, your hair down. He could smell your shampoo.

You knew you weren't in danger as he stood next to you. Both looking at the table, facing the vendor. Pretending the other didn't exist. Price would've never told him where you were, he had to have gone through the records himself. He could be terminated for that kind of defiance but here he was.

You had never really seen his face. Through every exchange, all of them, you two ever had, even the private ones, he wore the mask. You never saw him without the skull dawning his face. Part of that was what made him comfortable with the idea of finding you. He could follow you without it and you wouldn't know, except….

"Simon" you say in a low breath, your face turning towards him

His head turns to face you but he says nothing, only getting lost in your eyes. Finally being able to look down at you again.

The vendor comes over, you order for the both of you some quick baked goods and make your way down the bike path. His eyes trained on you.

"How did you find me?"

"Can't say"

"How much protocol did you break Simon"

"Worth it"

"You didn't answer my question"

"I'm not going too"

You look at him. Both stopping for a moment, taking in finally seeing one another again. You both had missed each other so much your bodies ached each night before bed. Wishing the others presence could be there as you fall asleep and find the next morning.

"Y/N"

"Yes?"

"How did you recognize me?"

There were lots of ways. The skull mask was certainly a defining statement in the task force but it was nothing compared to his cologne. It would slowly fade in as he stood next to you. The unmistakable feeling of when his body would loom over you. Trying not to be too close but you could feel his tension to edge next to you. The biggest one was palpable.

"I could never forget how it felt when your eyes were on me."

Part 2 (NSFW)

[intothestacks]

Adventures in Librarian-ing

Today's big debates in Grade 2 storytime were whether monsters under the bed and ghosts are real.

[pinkpossibly]

Newest spooky stories video is out now! If you could give the video a like i would be so happy! If you have a story youd like to be in a future video, please send me a dm or an ask! I can give you credit or keep it anonymous :) 

[toadmancer]

Important question: can you pet the dog in ghost trick

unfortunately, you are a ghost without hands, so no :(