#ghost textpost

[localvamp1re]

[hauntingyourself]

Are people with large beds not afraid of a ghost crawling in with them? I would be

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

On a more serious note (I love this game, I will be thinking about it for all of eternity)

[hadesisqueer]

Spiderverse as textposts part 6

[violent138]

The Batkids infect each other with a tendency to think of or hum a really goofy song when on patrol and ninety percent sure they're gonna see something out of their worst nightmares.

Jason, turning to Steph: "Are you... are you seriously fucking humming Stayin' Alive right now?"

Steph: "Bitch please I've been hearing you hum macarena."

Jason: "My thing works, your thing is tempting fate."

Steph: "Not if we need to do CPR."

Jason, groaning: "There you go again, tempting the fucking universe--"

Steph: "Being around you already doomed me. Did you see that?"

Jason, turning around fast, gun drawn: "See what? Oh shit--" *fires off shots while Steph throws a few Batarangs* "--goddamn it, we missed--"

*something fast moves behind them in the dark*

Steph and Jason: *humming Stayin' Alive*

[kabr0ztrousers]

What about a fem waitress/teacher/nurse/other service centered job that is being haunted by a horny exhibitionist ghost that will only touch them in public.

Bonus points if reader gets lured (either fed up with the torment or too cockdrunk to care) into releasing all of the ghost's friends for a ghost orgy

Kabr0z Writes Episode 39: Haunting

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: ghosts; public use; noncon; free use; creampie; group sex; possession; pregnancy mention

A/N: Back to requests today, and back to ghosts too, which I'm sure is welcome news to some of you

As always, if you have any requests for any situations, kinks, or revisits then please drop me a DM asking for what you want and I'll most likely write it sooner or later

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The café was always a little haunted, the odd thing moving here or there, the occasional flickering of the lights, unexplained cold spots, nothing major. That was, of course, until Othello turned up.

You weren't sure what was happening at first, it was a normal shift waiting tables, taking orders, business as usual. You bent over to clean a table when a hand cupped your ass. When you turned to confront whoever touched you, nobody was there. You shrugged and carried on working, maybe you imagined it? A couple of hours later you were working the cash register and felt something squeezing your tits, pinching the nipples through your bra. That's when you realised this was probably a ghost.

You shook yourself. Whoever it is, they're probably not going to be around long, and it's hardly the first time someone's been a bit handsy with you. You do work hospitality after all.

You ran off a little of the receipt paper and jotted down your question: "Who are you?"

Setting the pen and paper aside, you got back to it. You even got a few minutes of reprieve as well before spectral hands started stroking your waist, one unclasping your bra as you walked back behind the counter. In a neat copperplate hand, the spirit had answered your question. Its name was Othello.

There wasn't time to dwell on it, the lunchtime rush was about to start.

Your first couple of tables were fine. It's amazing how quickly you adapt to the roving hands of the unqiet dead when you have to. The next one was a little trickier.

The hands started off squeezing your ass, but one slid around your front and pressed up against your pussy. You felt your skin redden as you started to trip over your words. The men on the table looked quizzically at you, but didn't say anything. The other hand started feeling your cunt too, spectral fingers parting the lips of your pussy as more lazily toyed with your clit. You dropped your pen, crouching to pick it up. Your reward was for two fingers to push inside, immediately aiming for your g-spot as the the ghost continued to abuse your clit.

You bit your tongue to stifle a yelp, only half-succeeding. The men were definitely staring at you now as you half-waddled away from their table, conscious of the arousal dripping from you, soaking your underwear and running down your leg.

You scribbled another message "knock it off, asshole" putting down the paper and walking away.

The fingers came back almost immediately. You felt a hand trace two letters on your back. "No"

The rest of the rush was a stagger, taking every measure of your composure not to give in to the insistent hands rubbing your cunt, pushing fingers into you, toying constantly with your clit. You lasted most of the way through, only one table left before you could lock the door, take a break and recover yourself. A couple of men who work in a nearby office block, one blonde, one dark haired.

You took their order, face burning up and voice quivering. You could hear a wet stirring sound coming from your cunt and smell yourself, the way they were looking at you made you think they could too. Pushing the thought to the back of your mind, you turned to ring up their order. Othello tripped you, sending you sprawling. Your concentration lapsed a moment, letting a moan escape your lips and your back arch, showing your soaked panties to the two men.

You heard them get up before you scurried away into a back room, locking the door behind you. A semi-transparent figure hung there, glowing softly in the dark room.

"What's the big idea?" You spat at the ghost "Who knows what they would've done?"

"I wanted to get you alone" His voice sounded like he was at the bottom of a deep, dry well "Look in the box"

You looked where he was pointing, the lost and found box. On the top, nested on a hoodie someone had left a month ago, was a heart-shaped silver locket. You picked it up, the smooth metal much colder on your skin than it should be

"Open it" Othello's excited voice called to you from just over your shoulder

You unfastened the clasp, the locket fell open. A faintly-glowing cloud poured from it, flowing into Othello and forming two more spectres beside him. All three of them were much more visible now: three men, each around six feet tall. One reached out and opened the door behind you as another pushed you out. The light of the café made them hard to see, but their hands were solid as they manhandled you to a table. The office workers stared at you as the ghosts bent you over the table, pulling your soaked underwear to one side and hiking up your skirt.

The first ghost lined himself up with your cunt and forced his cock inside. Their laughter filled the room as he mercilessly pounded you, each thrust forcing a yelp out of you.

You could hear the other men walking over, moving slowly as the ghost fucked you, clearly not sure what they were seeing. They stood behind you, watching as the first ghost reached his orgasm, pumping his load into you before stepping aside for the next.

The second ghost wasn't any gentler, forcing himself into you using the first one's cum as lube, pressing his fingers into your clit and rubbing you to an orgasm around him as he buried himself in you. The office workers walked around the table to where your head lay, the edge rubbing on your cheek bone.

They got their cocks out and forced your mouth open, taking turns fucking your face and groping the sides of your tits as the ghosts held you down. The second ghost finished in you and the third took his place as the two men kept your mouth busy. This ghost took his time, running his hands over your waist and your hips, feeling every inch of your skin as he rutted into you. The office workers were getting close, you could taste the precum flowing out of them as they alternated thrusting down your throat. The dark haired one held you down. You gagged as he filled your mouth with cum, thrusting down into you for good measure, despite already being balls-deep. You gasped for breath when he pulled out, only for the blonde one to do the same, roughly fucking your throat until he pulled out and painted your face with it, slathering you with a mix of spit and semen. They put themselves away and left before the ghost and finished, making sure to be gone before you could get up.

You felt the ghost start throbbing inside you, pulsing his cum into your punished womb, mingling with his friends.

They left you on the table when they'd finished. Your legs shaking, tears and cum in your eyes. Othello pulled you up from the table, holding you from behind as another placed the locket around your neck.

You felt as though you were watching a film. You could still see everything, hear, touch, taste, but your movements weren't yours any more. You watched as you removed the stained and sodden knickers from between your legs. Your body moved unbidden, leaving the café and locking the door behind you. Your lungs filled with the outside air as you watched yourself walk down the street

"Don't worry" Othello's voice sounded in your head "We'll give your body back, just maybe a little more pregnant"

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A/N: Not sure how well this one turned out, but there's certainly room to expand this if needed.

Once again, any requests will probably be written, so if you want something: drop me an ask or a DM and I'll do what I can!

[anistarrose]

[ID from alt: a tumblr textpost with Ghost Trick sprites added. As an anon, Lynne asks: "Mr. Elvis weren't you dead," and as a blog named elvis-official, the Man in Red replies: "I got better." Then the other, identical Man in Red appears as a blog named ghost-of-elvis-official, and he replies: "Well this is awkward..." The original man, elvis-official, gasps: "Woah mama it's my own specter." End ID.]

[maxz-b]

fun fact I can't drink white monsters anymore cause they make me physically ill :/ the more you know huh part 37/???

[whatup345]

Little idea I just had:

After Leo's tragic death, Donnie builds a robot that looks just like Leo (like in all those fanfics). The twist? Leo's actual spirit possesses the robot.

At first, Leo's ghost can't do much. He's weak, and so the robot just follows its intended programming while Leo goes along for the ride. But slowly, as Leo gets used to his new existence, he learns to override the robot's AI, and basically use the robot as a new body. But, there's a problem.

Leo's brothers don't know that the robot is possessed. So when Leo starts to disobey the robot's programming, it causes issues. Donnie barely convinced the family to let him undertake this project, and now, his robot is getting far too invasive, clinging to it's "brothers" even when explicitly commanded not to. Of course, this is just Leo trying to interact with his family after being thrust into the spirit realm. But in everyone else's eyes, it's a weird and creepy robot, with faulty AI that can't understand boundaries.

Finally, Donnie has enough. The robot crosses a line, so Donnie takes it out into a sewer tunnel and destroys it, smashing it into scrap metal. The family is glad to be rid of the thing, which they began to see as a flawed coping mechanism. But Leo's spirit still clings to the robot.

And Leo is terrified. He doesn't understand what happened, or why Donnie would do something like that to him. Leo had been using the robot to live a second life, to speak and move freely, to talk with his family. And once Donnie destroys the robot, that is all ripped from him. Without a vessel to ground him in the mortal world, Leo is forced back into the spirit realm, separated from his brothers all over again, rejected by his family. And in his confusion, Leo gets angry.

Strange little things start to happen in the lair. People get calls that just play static, mystic powers fail more often than usual, Donnie's tech malfunctions. It's weird, but no one minds too much.

Then, one day, Donnie walks into his lab, to see Leo's robot, sitting on the table. It's perfectly repaired, to the extent that no one could even tell it was broken in the first place. It's eyelights are on, and it slowly looks up at Donnie.

"I hate you," It says in a perfect copy of Leo's voice. "I hate you."

And for the first time since his robot was finished, Donnie understands that something is very, very wrong.

[jouskalove]

thunderbolts* text posts because why not

[fishyboisworld]

New hyperfixation dropped

Ghosts CBS text posts part 1/?

[if-i-eated-soaps]

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

I am still thinking about these bugs (always)

[hadesisqueer]

Spiderverse as textposts part 2 (I'm still bored)

[captains-swaggerstick]

He’s so me I swear.

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z writes, Episode 2: The Previous Tenant

Find Episode 1 here

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Content warnings: Semi-public nudity, minor cumflation, implied ghost fucking, receiving cunnilingus, creampie sex, heterosexual sex, gratuitous sex

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The flat was cheap, for where it was in the city. Large bay windows, a good view over the park, way bigger floorplan than it has any right to have costing what it did. The catch? The strange rumours about the place. It'd apparently been vacant for over a year before you moved to the city for university and were suddenly in need of cheap lodgings, preferably ones without sharing a bathroom with your fellow students.

You were skeptical when you first moved in late Summer. Things don't just go bump in the night. It was all an urban myth and you weren't about to be intimidated into paying the frankly silly rent for a similar flat in such a good location. You moved in with the help of some of your neighbours and even held a housewarming party, but nobody seemed to want to stay much past midnight.

That was that, a few weeks of getting your feet on your course and exploring the city. Not even a peep of anything supernatural around, though you did keep mislaying things. Nothing all that strange, maybe you'd be looking for the TV remote and it's on the couch rather than the coffee table. Maybe you'd find the scissors in a different drawer than they usually go. You chalked it up to being in a new environment, things would find their place, right?

It wasn't until November that the dreams began. It was vague at first. You would dream of pleasure and sensations, waking up to find yourself flushed and wet. Over time the dreams became more specific, forming into the shape of a lithe, long haired man. Every night he would grow bolder, groping your ample breasts, biting your neck, kissing you deeply. It wasn't long until you would start waking up with your fingers already rubbing at your needy clit under your pajamas.

That's how it stayed for a while, you would be visited nightly by your dream lover and he would have his way with you, until one night in early January. One night while he was worshipping your dripping cunt with his tongue your orgasm awoke you. It was cold, much colder than you normally keep the flat. You noticed after only a moment you were naked, sitting in the open bay window. If it weren't the dead of night you would be visible to anyone in the park. You covered your hard nipples and as much of your exposed flesh, covered in goosebumps and shivering against the cold. You didn't go back to sleep that night.

You set up a camera to record yourself as you slept over the next week. Every night you would rise from your bed and move to a different part of the flat. Sometimes your sofa, sometimes your office, sometimes the kitchen. The favourite spot was there next to the window. Every time you would sit and start unconsciously playing with yourself. Your fingers rubbing your clit, squeezing your breasts, sometimes entering your pussy. There weren't any microphones so there was no audio, but you could imagine yourself moaning as you watched your head loll and your questing fingers run across your sensitive body. Strangely you never seemed to finish yourself off, judging by the way you moved and the needy wetness between your thighs each morning.

One night it was different, where the man would appear in your dream and start to touch you, tonight he was different, rougher. Where normally his kisses would be tender and gentle, that night they were forceful, his tongue invading your mouth as his hand grasped at your pussy. Two of his fingers curled into you, rubbing against your g-spot as his palm ground against your clit. The sensation was almost too much and you could feel the pressure in your abdomen building. He grasped your ass and pulled you closer to him as you built to your climax. It wasn't long before he got what he wanted. Your whole body quivered and you called out as you squirted over his hand and woke with a start.

Your eyes snapped open. You haven't left the bedroom. He was still kissing you. His tongue still intertwined with yours and his hand still working your throbbing cunt. Your knees buckled as you came again, your pulse pounding in your ears in time with the tingling throbbing from your soaking pussy. He pulled away from your face, your jaw lolling open as you moved to keep him pressed against you

"You're mine, pet, you've been such a good girl waiting for me, and now I'm going to take what's mine"

He lifted you like a ragdoll and threw you onto your bed. You landed on your back, reflexively opening your legs for him "please" you moan "I'm yours, just please"

He doesn't waste any time. Before you see him move his nimble tongue is between your legs and lapping up your juices. You could feel your back arch as you writhed into him, his tongue going impossibly deep into you. You'd been eaten out before, but you doubt any of your previous lovers could have managed this. He was licking at every part of you, moving maddeningly from the deepest part of you, savouring the journey back out, never missing the opportunity to flick at your most sensitive places and tonguing your clit in ways you didn't think possible. It wasn't long until you were cumming again and again against his face, grasping at the sheets, his hair, your breasts, anything you could lay your hands on.

Then he stopped. You whined and moaned, trying to push him back down, but he moved against your hands like you weren't there. By the time your vision cleared, he was looming over you, your hands on his waist and his legs between yours. You could feel his cock on your tummy. Fuck it's big, and already oozing precum onto your skin.

He lowers his mouth to your ear, "My turn"

"Yes" you can smell yourself on his face as he pulls his hips back and positions the head of his cock against your aching hole.

Slowly, he started to push it in. You could feel it pressing in and moving up, its monstrous girth making you gasp. You feel him at your cervix, but you can feel there's more to go

"All mine" he whispers, as he presses his hips down into you. You yelp as the last few inches push in and his balls hit your ass. He waits for a moment, until your breathing calms a little. Then he starts thrusting into you. His hips rocking up and down, your gasps turning to moans as you become accustomed to him.

He speeds up, and reaches down to rub at your clit. As soon as he touches it you can feel your climax coming again. Your back arches and your moans turn to screams of release. Your eyes roll back and your head swims when suddenly he pushes into you, hilting himself again as rope after rope of hot cum paint your insides.

You rest there for a moment, both panting and gazing into one another's eyes. He starts again, pumping his hips in and out, sending your eyes rolling again as your overworked cunt leaks a mixture of your fluids. He rolls you onto your stomach and lifts your hips a little. You squeak at the new sensations but you're too exhausted to say anything more than that as his cock drives into you again and again. He goes on two, three, four more times, each time filling you with more of his molten cum and each time only giving you seconds to recover before starting again.

At last he pulled out, and the last thing you remember before falling back to an aching sleep was him kissing your cheek "Good pet" he whispered, "We'll have plenty of time to train you, won't we?"

By the time you awoke, he was gone. As silently as a dream. You wouldn't have believed it were your belly not still slightly swollen and his cum not still dripping from your pussy through the next day.

That was three months ago, since then you would wake from your dreams at least twice a week to him, sometimes with his fingers in you, sometimes his tongue, sometimes with his cock down in your pussy or down your throat.

You don't think you ever want to move out