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The Ghost of New Burrows

Part 3~

His Info: 📂☕️

F! PI Reader x Masked Yandere OC

Part 1 2 3 4

CW: F! Reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, Murder, gore, smutt with a little plot, pet names(darling, good girl, ), little knife play

A/N! sorry for the short post, cleaning out my drafts before i start something new!

14:05, New Chance St. New Burrows

With your trench coat draped around your shoulders, you rush to the newest crime scene. Your coffee, forgone on a crappy diner’s red and silver table top.

When you get there, everyone scrutinizes you without a single word. Your composure slips away from you like steam into frigid air.

The victim isn’t much to see after the first hlance.

Another crime of passionate rage.

Beaten beyond recognition.

You start scanning nearby rooftops for your ghost you…

Wait! Your ghost?!

Get it together Y/N!

Scanning the rooftops for THE ghost, you spot him almost instantly.

The eyes of his mask follow you as you enter the ground floor with an air of wavering authority.

The heavy iron door squeaks as rust chips off the hardly used hinges when you twist the handle and push it open.

“Darling,” For a long second, the world freezes, raindrops you hadn’t noticed held suspended in the tension between you and the ghost. His arms remain open for you as always.

Annoyed, you look away, and ask, “Why do you do that?”.

“Because, one of these days you’ll embrace me again” As he spoke your face warms.

“Auuuhg!” You rub your face in irritation. “You’re infuriating.”

“Am I, darling?” He chuckled, “I wonder why that is…” the words he spoke weren’t a question. He knew something you didn’t. Or something you just, didn’t want to admit, hell, even acknowledge.

The malicious smile of his mask holds like a tightening vice over you, as you fail to see the knife in his palm.

You grow slowly closer to eachother, each step mesmerizing the other as if in a slow dance. This rooftop your ballroom, and the rain your pianoforte.

You mimic his steps until nothing but a sliver of air remains between you both.

You see his chest rise and fall, his arm reaches up into your hair, and rakes across your scalp. Another hand pushes a wet blade to your throat, the hand in your hair now controlling you by a fistful.

You feel weak, powerless even.

You came to this rooftop, we’re you planning to catch him, detective?

No.

You weren’t, were you?

Your eyes flutter, his mask’s grin never ceasing. You think about the anonymity behind it… The thrilling sensation between your legs at not knowing exactly what he’s thinking or where he’s looking.

“You’re a good girl, detective.” you hear the smile in his gravely voice matching his mask.

“Am I?” You feel like a failure right now. What are you doing? fraternizing with the enemy.

A killer, even.

[doli-nemae]

DANGEROUS AND WICKED LASOMBRA IN SHADOW FORM

And Judy with Ipad bc he asked to google if it's going to rain tomorrow

[agentcricket-art]

obsessed with this style idk how i did it but i gotta bottle it up somehow because i think it’s so cute! anyways,

like if you would also top damien, reblog if you want a guy fieri crop top

[vitwixt]

I can't remember the name of this show but this cafe episode kinda lives in my head rent free, shame I can only find this screenshot :(

EDIT: STOP TELLING ME ITS DANNY PHANTOM BUTCH HARTMAN WOULD'VE NEVER PUT AN M/M ROMANCE IN HIS SHOW AND I SWEAR THIS MAN WAS DATING ANOTHER GUY

[strange-doll-child]

I needed to draw something funny or cute before I imploeded, haven't drawn him in a while or in this style hehd

He loves his kids, I promise

[fangirls-other-art]

Height chart (kinda)

[skydreamplayzz]

(Geist = Ghost)

Yes, again somthing including super Mario. ^^"

[chiiaka]

This new Monster Roadtrip DLC looking great (just kidding) Some things I did for the Monster Roadtrip contest with my MonsterOC Genisseh. I was a little bit late but it was fun anyway!

[geistbox]

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The Ghost of New Burrows

Part 4

F! PI Reader X Masked Yandere OC

His Info, 📂☕️

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: Fem! Reader, Reader has a vagina, reader referred to as SHE/HER, knife play, alcohol drinking and smoking reader, reader can sing, use of pet names (good girl)

“You’re too good for this underworld, Detective”

He pressed the knife blade harder, creasing your flesh, and you inhale sharply. The scent of him infects your senses, even over the horrid aroma of the now wet, city.

He had spoke so smoothly on that rooftop, but his words burned on the way down like the synth brandy you’re sipping on now.

What does he even want? What does he mean?

22:50 Devon’s Lounge, New Burrows

Your glass clinks as you set it back onto the table. Slow Jazz emanates from the only lit corner of the bar with a solemn piano, some drums keeping the tempo, and a saxophone to sing the wordless melody.

The air buzzes with the chords all around you.

Your mind drifts back to his hand raking through your hair, and how he used that grip to expose your neck. The blade pushed up against your skin. Again, and again that memory won’t stop pestering you.

Blood throughout your body lights up intensely heating from your face down to your core.

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that you are in public. Not like anyone would notice in this dimly lit place, but you’d rather not show anymore weakness today.

A woman that you know as “Babydoll” sways gracefully onto the stage. Her shimmering, skintight dress perfectly hugs her plump, curvaceous body.

She scans the crowd -though you aren’t sure she can actually see anybody, that is, until she extends her arm out directly to you.

“Is that New Burrow’s favorite PI?” Her smile isn’t malicious, but you know she wants to create a scene for some entertainment. “Let’s give them a show darling.” Her elegance exudes in her every atom, even the words she speaks.

You sigh, trying to un-furrow your brow, and get up, hoping to make it to her in one piece.

Now the once peacefully buzzing air is hushed and filled to almost bursting with anticipation.

Anticipation of your next failure.

You hold your head high, as you reach the stage that felt miles away a second ago, she hands you a mic.

She signals to the band, and they play something you all know in new burrows.

At least she gave you that. You almost let out a relieved laugh, but manage to simply smile at her instead.

“In New Burrows,” She starts singing in tune.

You join in quietly at first to harmonize, “In New Burrows…”

A few lines later and the song picks up into something more, seductive, “So drink up now darlin’” you give the crowd a little shimmy, and hear a patron hoot.

The words flow out easily now, but you’re getting too hot and uncomfortable… When you suddenly have an entertaining idea.

Slowly shrugging off your trench coat with as much grace as you can muster, You keep singing along with her, you throw it into the crowd. You see someone catch it, and whistles ring against your ear drums over the music.

Oh the music,

His hand in your hair…

You can’t help but be set ablaze, imagining your ghost in that crowd. What would he be thinking?

Are you still…

“Too good”?

They like what you’re doing, and that thrills you, you loose a couple buttons of your blouse, and roll your neck.

“What a Good girl… Detective…”

Babydoll claps for you, along with the hungry, and now growing crowd. Your hips sway effortlessly along to the smooth rhythm.

When your song finally ends you bow, hair tousled and your blouse is gone.

Main just an undershirt, skirt, and pumps left you dash backstage, hyperventilating.

All the nerves you set aside for that caught up to you, along with the unsettling thrill of what you just did.

You allow a smile to crease your cheeks.

Though the applause is thunderous, an even louder, single clap startles you back into your body.

With a spin, you now stand face to face with the infamous, Fiorentino, “You…” You all but snarl.

Name: Giovani Marcello Fiorentino,

New Burrows most exalted criminal.

Nobody’s been able to put a stop to him, even though everyone knows the atrocities he orders out.

“I’m hurt, detective.” He places a hand over his heart. “I am here offering a sort of… peace…” He leans closer, without actually touching you, he smells of real cigars, just proving his wealth more, “Come with me to the Mesosphere tomorrow,”

Babydoll returns just in time with your trench coat in her hands. “Fiorentino.” She greets with the perfect grace only she could pull off toward this scum. “She’s already my date for the event at the Mesoshpere, and duet partner that night.” She places her cute hand onto your shoulder.

A/N: I know this part doesn’t actually have geist in it, but i hope it’s still fun to read! ☺️✨ i had fun writing it!

[doli-nemae]

Something very normal is happening in local church, I assure you

Deacon lasombra belongs to @clericnortke !!!

[homoeroticvillain]

i havent drawn geist in like a month [sobbing crying]

[strange-doll-child]

Mmmmoooreeee of The SLG Organist parenting, lmao, him and his daughter

[fangirls-other-art]

OC Time :]

Hehehe

You can totally send asks about them if you’re curious about them or their universe… Y’know if you want to…

[trashcornertully]

need I say more