#ghost x human

[urgoatmariii]

new fic!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89189986

[boson-caster]

Friendly spirits having their soul tie items carried around by their loved ones so they can still experience the world, being shown new things and spoken too softly when in public.

Human loved one gently running their thumb over said item as if caressing their lost one.

Holding the item close when sleeping, getting excited when the spirit shows itself in any capacity

[m3ek0mu5td1e]

Don't yall love a good ghost/zombie × human ao3 fanfic ^𐃷^

[tales-from-langwood]

It’s been a while since he’s visited the motel, but this was the first time he came in a cab. He would’ve driven himself, he usually does after all, but this wasn’t a planned visit like they usually are. No, this was a stupid impulse made outside a bar after far too many shots and mixed drinks. When he comes into the lobby, he’s doing his best to seem sober. “One night pleassse. The uh…. same room… as usual?” numbers are hard right now and he wishes he could just ask for Sir’s room by name, wishes he had his own key to go in whenever but that’s just the alcohol talking and isn’t how motels work at all. So instead he stands there, trying not to sway as he waits for the key.

Key in hand, he practically skips to the room. The alcohol quickly bubbling up into silly giddiness and he feels like a school boy with a crush except this time it’s in a ghost? fun. Getting the key inserted takes a few tries, nearly falling out of his hand several times as he struggles to get it open but when he finally does, he made the mistake of leaning his weight on the door and stumbles in with it.

- 🪦 🐾

The room is completely dark, or it was; the sudden beam of light makes Sir flinch and slide back on the bed so you can't see him sitting there.

...He wishes he could have caught you, or that he could at least ask if you are ok. Instead Sir watches you clumsily get on all fours to shut the door and crawl into bed.

You're so drunk.. there's no way you'll remember this and believe it. "Hiya." Sir speaks up and soon regrets how much energy it takes to put his voice out there.. But he must commit. The more he talks the more you can hear the 40's American accent

"You come here a lot, got nothin' better to do?" Of course you look confused. He snorts and lays down beside you to watch your brow scrunch at the ceiling as you listen "Ya think I'm some kind of.. poltergeist jiggalo?" Watching you sit up makes the extreme effort to reach the other side worth it.

"Ah ah, relax." A phantom hand tugs you back down into a laying position "Scared of some pillow talk? M' just keepin' ya company until..."

With your eyes closed to listen the alcohol snatches you into a deep sleep.

"...that."

Sir yawns and pulls your body closer with the last of his energy for the night; If only he weren't such a low tier ghost.

[monstersflashlight]

tw: dub-con

Imagine waking up from a nap with hands all over you. They are slowly moving, caressing, touching you all over, but where you need them the most. Your whole body is vibrating with need, and you are barely awake yet. But fuck, does it feel fantastic... You open your eyes, expecting to see your lovely boyfriend behind you, but there's... there's nothing.

Your heartbeat picks up, your hole clenches, and you are about to scream when a hand covers your mouth. More hands join the party, and you can do nothing when they pin you down. They aren't worrying about your struggling anymore, hands pinching and touching and caressing every part of you, every little bit of sensitive skin, over and under your clothes. You don't know what to do, you don't know what is happening... But fuck, it feels so good.

"Honey, do you-" Your boyfriend's voice sounds across the house and suddenly there's no hands anymore.

He appears in the doorway and you stare at him, horny as fuck and on the brink of an orgasm. He doesn't realize anything is wrong, but you can't think of only one thing: how to bring those hands back.

[monstersflashlight]

Can I request more ghost stories? Full artistic liberty since this is just a request, I just really wanna see more ig spectre content from u?

-💅🏾

A/N: You can read part 1 and part 2 first. If there’s something y’all don’t know about me is that one of my fav stories I’ve ever written was spectrocum, so I’m always happy to continue it.

Spectro cum (part 3)

Ghosts x fem!reader || free use, (light) degradation, sex toys (kinda), cum inflation, cum play, breeding

You lived with a bunch of ghosts in a haunted house. That was a fact. And one that you enjoyed way more than anyone could ever guess.

It started a bit weird, you can’t deny that, but it became such a fun way to live… such a pleasurable way to live, that you barely go out anymore. Why would you? Your ghosts give you enough reasons to stay in, and the world was burning either way. Why leave the comfort of your house when you could stay inside and be fucked in so many ways you couldn’t even remember your name afterwards? It was an easy choice, really.

Because the thing is… those ghosts in your house aren’t normal scary ghosts, but horny ghosts. And you are a very horny human in response to their behavior.

At the beginning they used you one at a the time, giving you time to adjust and get ready again. But that didn’t last that long. They got over that really fast, fucking you individually didn’t do it for your lovely and annoying ghost roommates. Forget about trying to have any kind of routine when they could be playing with you at any time they want to.

One moment you could be cleaning and someone bent you over and fucked your asshole, another moment someone decided they were going to fuck a dildo in and out of your pussy for an hour just because they were bored. Your pleasure wasn’t their goal, it never was before. You are their human cum-dump, and you fucking love it.

Now they have no boundaries, nor do they have any worry about your well-being or your pleasure. But you aren’t complaining about that. You fucking loved it. They don’t care what you are doing, or when, they only know they could use your holes whenever they wanted and you are in horny heaven every single time. They pavlovied you into getting horny with only a couple well-placed caresses.

It always starts the same way: with cold. The air around you gets freezing for a second, then your whole body erupts in goosebumps, and not two seconds later there’s spectral hands someplace in your body. Most times it’s more than a couple of hands, but some of the ghosts enjoy their individual time with their personal toy (aka: you). But it’s always followed by someone else who thought the whole thing was hot. You never go without at least two different creampies per fucking.

And it’s a good life. A really good life. You love it, truly…

But it can be a bit inconvenient at times.

You had to quit your office job in favor of a position from home, which worked well for everybody because you had no schedule anymore. How could you when there’s always a ghost trying to play with you and you feel like a doll for their pleasure 24/7?

They take special enjoyment in distracting you when you should be paying attention to a meeting. Most people accept the excuse of bad connection for you not to turn on your camera, but the reality is far from that.

The reality is that every time you are in a meeting, a ghost finds its way under your table, or behind you, or under you… They get creative with only one goal in mind: see how many shots of come they can fuck into you before the meeting ends. It’s a fun game… But it makes your work so much harder.

You have to revisit the recordings of meetings every single time because by the time it’s over, your pussy is leaking, completely messy, and they have edged you so long that you can barely form a coherent sentence, much less take notes about what the meeting was about. But fuck, is it hot to try answering some questions when there’s a ghost pounding your ass so hard you can feel it everywhere, and another one groping your boobs and pinching your nipples until the fabric of your shirt feels like needles and you feel like you can come just from the friction of it.

And then they discover their new favorite trick. If you ever wonder what it’s like to have your partner control the vibrations of your sex toy, you would never understand how much wilder (and better) it is when it’s not a partner, but a group of ghosts who want nothing more than to make your life insufferable (in the best possible way).

Somehow they figure out they can mimic your fantasy dildos with their spectral dick, so they decide the best way of spending their evening is trying each one of the shapes they can conjure, fucking you one after the other. Shot after shot of come filling your pussy until your stomach is bloated and your body can’t hold itself up anymore.

You are sprawled on the floor while they take turns trying to see who makes you scream the loudest. You don’t know who wins, but they leave you on the floor, your pussy overflowing and your brain too fucked out to function. They laugh when you try to get up, a hand pressing down between your shoulder blades before you hear them jerking off over you.

They flip you onto your back the exact second they all come, painting your chest and abdomen with even more spectro-cum. It’s filthy and weirdly hot, but mostly is very amusing for them, who spent a good while laughing at you, while you rub your clit furiously using their spectro-cum as lube to get yourself over the edge.

And you think that’s it. They got the best trick and they will play it out for as long as they want to… Wrong.

They start experimenting with wilder shapes, tentacles sucking on every part of your body, ridged cocks fucking your asshole while they cover your mouth with a transparent hand. They use your body more than they ever did before. Holding you down, filling all your holes to the brim and laughing every time you beg them to make you come. You are not the main character in this scenario, just their doll to fuck. Their human fleshlight.

And fuck… that’s so hot.

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for anon

Request: Cool! I was thinking maybe ghost x fem human, with breeding & daddy talk ? The rest is all up to you!

Blame the house market

Ghost x fem!reader || free use (kinda), daddy kink, breeding, praise kink, dirty talk

When you bought this house, you knew people used to say it was haunted. But the house market was very shitty, and the price was more than reasonable. You could totally deal with ghosts, but deal with the price of houses nowadays? Not so much. And also… Haunted houses aren’t even real. There’s no way there’s a ghost in your new house. It’s just an old tale to keep people off the semi-abandoned house.

The thing is… People might have been right about the haunted thing.

It started with little things. Things that you didn’t really care about. A missing knife, a missing spoon… Thing that could (and maybe were) your own fault. But it escalated. First it was missing panties. Then it was missing bras.

You were a bit chaotic, but you would never lose your favorite bra. That thing was on your body for half the year for goddess’ sake. There was no way you lost that one. So you started to suspect, and to talk out loud just to curse whoever was making your life so annoying for no reason.

“Stop already with the underwear, you perverted ghost! I need to get to work!” You screamed one random morning when you can’t find the cotton panties you usually wear under that specific skirt.

There was a little static around you, like a vibration in the air, and the panties appeared in the middle of the bed. A big spot of shiny come right at the crotch of it.

“Dude! That’s disgusting!” You yelled at the ghost and ended up using another pair of panties that were not that comfortable as you stumbled out of the house, angry at yourself and at the damn ghost who kept making everything weird.

You weren’t even mad at the ghost, just very angry that he kept making your life annoying. You could share space for fuck’s sake. You weren’t going to leave the house, and by the looks of it, he wasn’t either. You could be at least civil towards each other, couldn’t you?

The answer to that was a big “no” because that night, you had a very weird dream. A very vivid and weird dream where a big body was looming over you, his spectral hands caressing you over your clothes and your whole body vibrating in need. You woke up with a scream and your pussy throbbing with pent-up frustration. There was another pair of stained panties right next to you in the bed.

“Asshole!” You screamed at the air around you, and a low laugh followed from the ether.

And just like that, you are in a war with a perverted ghost who likes to use your panties to jerk off and likes to touch you everywhere he can, whenever he wants to. But that’s not the worst part, the worst part is that you are fucking horny all the time thanks to him, and you can’t even use your dildo because you feel his eyes on you the second you take it out the box.

So you are very, very frustrated when you feel a hand cupping your ass while you bend over to take the clean laundry off the washing machine. “Stop it, you pervert!” You mutter under your breath, moving your hips to the side.

But this time is different, because a voice sounds behind you not a second later: “That’s not how I want to be called, baby.” You let out a squeal, turning around so fast you almost fall to the side. There’s nobody there, just a soft silhouette that seems to be shining brighter than the overhead lights. Ghost.

You are holding your body against the wall, heartbeat going frantic in your chest when you respond: “Ho- how do you want to be called?” There’s a stutter in your voice, but you can’t avoid it. You are so very confused by everything happening. He never answered before. He never presented himself in front of you.

He laughs, his body getting closer, electricity charging the air around you and making goosebumps erupt on your skin. “I think you know, don’t you?” He purrs against your ear, making your knees weak.

“Ye- yes… Daddy.” The response comes from your filthiest fantasies, pussy throbbing with pent-up frustration and the way his ethereal form presses against your covered nipples just slightly. Enough to make you feel it but not enough to give you any kind of relief.

You let out a choked breath and he rewards you with a praise: “Such a good girl.”

Ghostly fingers pinch both of your nipples at once, and you let out a scream. The ghost laughs, and suddenly you can feel him everywhere. There’s more than two hands, there’s a whole body around you. He’s caressing, but he’s mostly groping everywhere he can.

Your boobs are being squeezed, your ass is being pulled apart so you can feel the cold air against your holes. He stole your panties so you stopped wearing any. It’s the hottest and most bizarre thing that ever happened to you, and you don’t want it to stop.

He roughly turns you around, pressing between your shoulder blades until you are bent over the washing machine, flicking your skirt up and exposing yourself completely. “Yes, fuck. Yes, daddy.” Your voice is breathless and you can feel your pussy clenching over nothing.

His hum of approval makes something inside of you break and you become even more vocal. A symphony of sounds escaping your mouth while he touches you everywhere. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to be fucked until you don’t know what’s real anymore?” He presses his fingers against your opening, teasing you.

“Please, daddy. Fuck me. Make me come,” you barely recognize your voice, but you don’t care. Not when there’s hands all over your body, groping you until you are barely functioning.

His dick presses against your opening, and you get on your tiptoes to try to make him go faster, but he only chuckles. A hard slap falls onto your ass and you moan like a whore, which only amuses him further. But he doesn’t make you wait more, plunging into you in one long hard thrust that makes your feet get off the ground while your whole body melts in pleasure.

His hands are still everywhere, and his fucking only grows frantic while you beg for more, harder. He’s grunting against your ear and telling you how good your pussy feels, how much he waited to fuck your perverted little hole while you begged for it. Your response is a broken moan when he starts fucking you faster, harder. Your eyes cross and your toes curl at the force of it. And you fucking love it.

He turns you around, body suspended in the air and right in front of the mirror you keep there. You can see through his body. The reflection on the mirror only shows your pussy, obscenely stretched and a light luminescence on top of you.

“I’m going to breed you so deep. I’m going to come so many times inside of you that your pussy is going to know the chemistry of my semen. And you are going to take it, aren’t you? You are going to be my pretty cum-dump and take everything daddy gives you.”

The whole thing is weird and surreal, but you don’t fucking care when you are being stretched and fucked so very thoroughly. He’s bouncing you on his transparent dick while you watch, the obscenity of it all driving you higher and higher in your pleasure.

“I’m gonna… Daddy- Daddy, I’m gonna co-!” But you don’t finish the phrase before your pussy is clenching and your whole body is seizing against his front. The orgasm rips through your body like a wreaking ball, all your body tense while you scream and pant before all the tension disappears and you are left limp on his arms.

It doesn’t take long for him to follow you, a couple of thrusts and he’s coming inside of you, his come neon green as it slips out around his dick, the image in the mirror sinful while his hands cup hold you up in the air.

“That was… Wow,” you let out. Eloquence left the building the second the daddy ghost started fucking you.

He chuckles behind you, hands cupping your boobs and pinching your nipples harshly until you moan again, oversensitive. “Now, now, little pervert… Daddy is not done breeding you just yet,” he grunts and starts bouncing you again, his dick fucking in and out of your abused pussy.

[bring-me-back-a-dog]

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Another morning with his 'roomate' Sir, another supernatural pounding that leaves Dustin questioning his sanity. Ghosts can't be real.. he's just ill. (1.1K words)

Tags: T4C, Ghost x Human, Love bombing, Morning sex, Possessive!Sir, Dustin is a whiny sub, A minor disagreement, The smallest taste of beneficial friends to lovers, Mention of mental illness (Character is not actually ill just misdiagnosed. I know schizophrenia does not work like this.)

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'Dust Bunny... Time to get up'

The only good thing about being haunted in your own house is the free alarm clock and home security he's been calling 'Sir'.

Things are calmer between them now that Dustin told the spirit he'd try and move him with when it's time to leave this shit motel... Whenever that is.

Sir seems to have this harebrained idea that Bazel is going to swoop him off his feet, but Dustin just doesn't get it.

"Mnn.. no" Dustin tiredly tries shoving away what isn't there between his legs, then his pushing turns to trying to grab hair "Sir, must we do this every morning?" He moans

'It's hard to reach you otherwise...'

Dustin gasps and closes his eyes when familiar pressure rolls over his walls, mapping out his texture and making him groan "You're a weak ghost." He laughs

'...Yes' Sir can't argue with that and continues his work, tonguing slowly to keep the connection up

"S..so, ah... How would I fix this? I'd like to just talk someday–" Dustin expresses his grievance through pants 'Meditate.' It mutters matter of factly

Dustin rolls his eyes back, whimpering when Sir teases that nub under his teeth "you always show up to do this..."

'Perhaps there's something wrong with me.' Sir mutters with self deprecation and pushes his tongue inside, sending a hot rush straight through his boy. "Ooh .." Dustin rocks his hips against nothing and tears prick his eyes from the sudden onslaught of ecstasy.

'perhaps there's something wrong with you for always giving in?' "I... I don't care, don't stop–" Dustin answers deliriously and grips the sheets

There's a quiet phantom laugh as Sir switches to using his fingers 'I don't think you want to talk, Dustin. I think it's best when we just... Keep it simple, hm?'

"Y...yuh– oohh ff..." He puts an arm over his eyes to keep them closed; this doesn't work during the day if they're open.

'...Smart' Sir watches Dustin unintentionally guard his third eye with a smirk, curling his fingers hard to make the human squeal 'No matter where you take me... We'll always have this~'

Everything stops.

Dustin's noises stop too and he's worried Sir suddenly left to edge him– he gasps when he feels something rubbing against his folds, holding under his thighs

'Keep your eyes closed... And let me in?' It croons and gently parts his bunny's legs

"Yes.." Dustin hasn't done missionary with a ghost before.. it felt too intimate until now. "Ooh.. oh my god" his breath is taken away when he feels something filling him entirely, painless but just present enough to make his walls flutter.

With nobody to actually hold Dustin can only whine with clenched eyes and grip the pillow behind him as his body gets rocked from the deep languid thrusts aimed to please.

Sir isn't trying to make the room cold, but he just can't help it with how his breath fans out from each blissed moan Dustin makes.

It isn't used to this kind of consent; it's intoxicating and he just wants to see the human pass out from it... Then he can't go see that mutt.

'Bunny...' his hips snap hard and make the bed shake, making Dustin gasp loud and cry for more.

So Sir gives more, he pulls the human's legs up now that the intensity allows it and begins pounding as if this were assault. Dustin's poor mind can't take anymore of the ecstasy and he begins crying between gasps "s...so close–"

If sir could shake, he would be– All he can do to nudge his lover over the edge is reach down to apply pressure to that nub

"Ahn!" Dustin shouts when his cunt vices around nothing and pants hard as he feels the mess he made trickling down "Ah..ffuck.." he groans in shame and doesn't open his eyes, knowing he let Sir have too much fun again.

'...Feel better?' it asks shyly and pulls out

"...Yeah–Hey wait!" Dustin sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes open "I can... Still hear you?"

There's a sound like the ghost is buttoning up, how humorous. 'For now; It's because of the silence.' he answers

Sir keeps talking in hopes Dustin will get it.

Gradually, his voice does turn back to more of a background noise as Dustin's third eye loses its afterglow 'I don't lie, Dustin. Lies don't do the dead any favors.'

The human listens as he goes to wash up, stopping dead in his tracks in front of the mirror when the volume suddenly increases there 'I don't understand how you've been living in this town your whole life and been blind to the below.'

"The what?" He asks dumbly while washing his face, occasionally peering in the mirror as if Sir would be there behind him. Sir sees him almost figure it out and facepalms, not that the boy could see– 'I've seen your pills, bunny. You're not schizo! you've got a gift!'

Dustin narrows his eyes at the mirror and mutters "Sounds like something a schizo would think..."

This infuriates Sir, enough that he can reach out and bang on the wall to make the medicine cabinet mirror crack 'I am Real!! This is real!'

"W..Woah, hey... I wasn't saying I'm doubting you! I'm doubting me!" Dustin puts his hands up defensively

Sir sounds apologetic for losing his cool and mumbles while rubbing his hands together

'Those are the same thing.'

He watches Dustin start the shower, wishing he could touch him without being sexual... But the young man doesn't seem to want a lover he can only feel in the dark

Besides, a ghost like him doesn't deserve love.

...But that doesn't mean he can't try.

Dustin drops the soap when he feels hands around his center, dreading another forced encounter he squeaks "Sir–"

'...Sorry, you can get that.' it mutters

Sir watches Dustin look a little hesitant to bend over, eventually he does and nothing happens. '...See? You can trust me.'

The human laughs and continues washing off, a little less uncomfortable now that Sir has expressed he's not here for that "... you're weird, Sir."

'mhm.' Sir rumbles back, holding his bunny from behind like a light jacket.

Dustin knows this isn't right, to let a ghost get attached... But what else does it have?

He takes a guess and reaches down to hold where he thinks Sir's hand is. Something intertwines with his fingers and the hot room steams from the sudden cold front sweeping in from nowhere.

"Ooh.. fuck." Dustin titters nervously and lets go to rub his arms for warmth '... I'll work on that.' the spectre apologizes with a small laugh and steps out of the room so Dustin can stay warm; but not before writing on the mirror

'<3'

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