By now you were well adjusted to the ghosts in your house. In your home there was no sense of privacy with the invisible beings that lurk your halls. Your dating life has definitely taken a toll since you've moved into your house as well.
Who needs a lousy hookup when you have multiple ghosts who yearn to fuck you at home? As you start your morning routine, you can feel the presence of one of the ghosts.
Pulling the sheets from your body, you stand up and yawn. Immediately, you feel fingers enter your mouth. They're pushing against the back of your tongue to prevent you from talking. They're just barely touching the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. You feel another set of hands grip your ass.
Feeling you up and gripping your hips, pulling your ass against its hard cock. The fingers in your mouth begin to thrust in and out of your mouth. You suck on them as the other pulls your panties down. You began to assume it was on the two of them this morning.
You were greatly mistaken when you felt a cold tongue sensation on your clit. All three ghosts want you right now. You feel the arm of the first ghost move as if it is jerking itself off to the sensation of your mouth around its fingers.
Your legs are spread enough for the third ghost to eat your pussy out. Without even bending you over, the second ghost inserts himself in your tight ass.
As it thrusts in and out of you with its tight grip on your hips, it rolls your pussy over the other ghost's tongue. The sensation is so much while you're still tired it overstimulates you. You suck harder on the first ghost's fingers as you feel your climax build quickly.
If it wasn't for the tight grip on your hips, you would've collapsed to the floor with your jello legs. You feel the cock inside of your ass twitch as it begins to fill you with its green goo.
Your ass being filled put enough pressure on your body to send you over the edge, your hips buck into the mouth eating you out as you reach your climax.
With your eyes rolling back into your head, you suck hard on the ghost's fingers. The other ghosts follow in suit and cover you in their slimy green cum.
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.
As a Professional Medium you’ve come across many different kinds of Ghosts in your day. Seeing them in all the shapes and forms they chose to inhabit. From the cutest to the scariest things you can imagine.
Yet none have been able to slip away out of your grasp. In the end you get them all, opening the portal to the other side and forcing them through it. One way or another.
At some point your job became a little boring. What used to excite you or even scare you became predicable. What would usually make people scream and run away in terror was commonplace for you. The ghosts didn’t expect it either. Your total lack of reaction to them anymore.
It seemed as though they never knew how to react. And you didn’t either, leaving the situation quite flat. Most of them would just leave prettily easily after that. Making it even less of a challenge for you. Others would still try, give it their best to keep messing with humans. But in the end it all came out the same way.
That is until one day when a woman comes into your store, already blushing as she tells you that she thinks there’s a ghost in her house. When you ask for specifics she gets even more flustered. It takes some coaxing but eventually she shares that strange things have been happening.
After coming out of the shower her towel would always mysteriously slip off. When she tried holding it up it was like some force was trying to pull it back down. Panties she had laid on the bed when preparing her outfit kept disappearing. And when she did manage to find a pair she’d always wake up to them being soaked. Apparently she wasn’t the type for wet dreams either.
A pit of dread had formed at the bottom of your belly as she continued talking. You hated the pervy ghosts, they were always the most stubborn to stick around. Wanting to get their rocks off even though their time was up for those kind of activities.
With a heavy sigh you agree to go to her place and check things out. And when you get to the house the energy immediately shifts. Even the client feels it, shivering slightly and saying the air doesn’t usually feel this thick when she comes alone.
You’re pretty used to it though. It’s like the ghosts automatically know who you are. Can sense it. They prepare themselves to fight against your powers. It was the same as usual.
Or so you thought.
It isn’t until you’re separated from the owner of the house. Exploring around and trying to find where the energy is heaviest do you feel it. A pair of big sturdy hands ghosting up your back. Immediately you tense, preparing to turn around when the ghost slides his hands around your thick frame and grab onto your breasts.
Before you can react he’s pinning you to his body. Nothing really there yet you can feel the force of his presence against you. When you try and talk you immediately feel his fingers slide into your mouth, muffling your words.
“Look what we have here. A new toy,” the ghost purrs, his voice all raspy and warm in a way that turns your insides into goo.
Weakly you struggle against him, not quite sure what’s happening. Your body continues to heat up, feeling all tingly and sensitive to every caress of his free hand as it moves closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. Again you try and talk around his fingers, the sensation of seeing nothing in your mouth yet having it be full a strange one. He merely laughs at your attempts.
“C’mon. Do you really want her to hear what I have planned for you, little medium?” He asks darkly as his fingers slip past the seams of your skirt and into your panties.
You gasp at the sudden pressure along your glistening slit and he chuckles lowly in your ear over how excited you are. It’s not your fault, you can’t help it. This is the biggest thrill on the job you’ve had in a long time. And the curiosity that joins it only makes you wetter while he’s splitting apart your folds and collecting your slick like it’s something to treasure.
At his mercy you can only stand there, writhing against him as he circles your entrance, teasing you till your hips are bucking into his hand. Clearly showing your own hidden desperation for more and giving him exactly what he wants. You hate it but a part of you loves how much you hate it. The push and pull dizzying.
You’ve never had a ghost try anything with you. Not even the pervy ghosts you’ve encountered. They’ve always been too scared. Either running away or trying to scare you away. But no, not this one. You thought you’d seen it all but you’ve never felt anything like this.
Especially as he finally plunges in two fingers into your dripping core without hesitation. Wantonly you moan around the presence of his fingers. Your tongue instinctively trying to find and wrap around the foreign objects in your mouth. The mischievous ghost grunts and you feel another growing presence press against your ass.
“Well aren’t you naughty… much m-more mmph! exciting then the other human. Prettier too. So much mmmore to grab onto,” he moans in your ear.
Moving in sync he starts fucking his fingers up inside you at the same time he grinds his rock hard cock against your ass. Pathetically you whimper against his fingers, sensing the girth and length pressing into you. Your eyes roll back and you start rocking into both sensations.
Hissing through his teeth the mischievous ghost picks up pace, growing rougher at your enthusiasm. Curling his fingers with every pump of his fingers he somehow manages to find every sensitive nerve along your velvety walls. Almost as if you’re the ghost and he can see completely through you.
Desperate to ground yourself your hands fly out, pressing against the wall. Your body starts moving on its own with that little bit of support. Wanting to wreck him as much as he’s wrecking you, you start grinding back harder against his cock. Relishing in the long groan he spills into your ear.
“You wanna play dirty, sweetheart? I haven’t even really started but if that’s where you wanna take things…”
Immediately you still against him. Reality slaps you in the face as you realize what it is you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. This is a ghost. A ghost you’re supposed to get rid of. He just laughs at the realization on your face.
“It’s a bit too late to back out now, isn’t it? Not like you can pretend you didn’t let a ghost finger this perfectly tight cunt,” he says mockingly in your ear. Claiming you can’t hide the way you obviously want him as bad as he wants you.
You clench your jaw as your pussy flutters hopelessly around his pummeling fingers that push in and out of you over and over again. Always teasing that deep soft spot inside you that makes you see stars.
“Watch me,” you slur out around his fingers, the saliva that’s pooled in your mouth dribbling messily down the corner of your mouth.
The dirtiness of it has you clenching around his intrusive fingers. At the same time he pushes in a third finger and your eyes widen, crying out at the intrusion. It’s all so messy, his thick digits filling you up so damn good. The round tips of them now brutally battering against that spongey spot, making your knees weak.
Before you can dare to fall the front of your body smacks against the wall, the mischievous ghost pinning you against the hard surface. His movements getting even more frenzied. Every rough pump of his fingers sends thick sloppy squelches throughout the room. Your essence gushing down his hand and creating the start of a puddle on the ground.
“I’d like to watch you try. Especially after this,” he growls into your skin, nosing up and down your neck.
Then his thumb merely rolls over your poor puffy clit and you’re coming all over his hand, spraying out your release in a steady stream that makes the puddle on the ground so much worse. You scream around the fingers in your mouth, vision flashing white as you tremble from the force of your release. Using both him and the wall to keep you upright. The orgasm almost zapping all the energy out of you.
Much to your surprise the ghost helps work you through your release. Though you figure that’s more for his enjoyment than your own. You can practically feel his eyes on the pool of your cum on the floor. How you add more to it which each spasm of your cunt, your body jerking from the sensitivity.
It’s not until you physically can’t take anymore that his fingers slip out of your fingers and your mouth, leaving you gasping and quivering.
“I’ll see you again soon, little medium,” he whispers and then his presence and the weight in the air is all but gone.
You barely have time to pull yourself together, stumbling away from the puddle of evidence you left behind as you hear the client rushing up the stairs.
“Do you feel that, do you feel that?! He’s gone! I swear he usually never leaves!” The client shouts as she enters the room.
Sluggishly you nod, trying really hard to pull yourself together. To ignore the way you’re still clenching down around nothing like you already want him back inside you. Before you can respond you hear her panicked gasp.
“See— here, look! This is the same kind of ectoplasm on my underwear in the mornings! Well… not exactly the same. But similar,” she muses as she rushes over to what’s left of your release on the floor.
You turn around to see her crouched down next to it. Her hand hesitantly reaching out like she’s about to touch it. Your heart nearly jumps up into your throat and you shakily take a few steps toward her.
“Wa-ait! Uh-uh, you shouldn’t touch it. In fact, um, we should wait till he comes back to do anything else. I-I can’t get rid of him if he’s not here,” you force out, your mouth feeling heavy as if still full of his fingers.
Relief shoots through you as the clients hand stops, her head turning to you instead. Her eyes light up as she nods in agreement, standing up to her full height and walking over to you.
“I’ll call you next time something happens then,” she says brightly. Your world feels so upside down you can’t muster up any amount of professionalism so you just nod in response and start to head out.
“Sounds great,” you call out sarcastically over your shoulder.
And you despise that there’s some honest truth to your words. In fact, seeing him again would be so much better than just great. Which scares you more than any of the ghosts you’ve ever come across.
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You were cursed, clearly there was no other way to explain the constant slipping of your pants, skirts being flipped up, and underwear getting pulled on or tugged to the side whenever you are out in public.
Cursed.
Your friend had given you this shiny new bracelet for your birthday, and ever since, you have been fighting invisible demons of misfortune with your clothes, all kinds just keep slipping down or are messed with, even when you are alone at home, they end up out of place 100% of the time.
You had brought it up with a friend, and they brushed it off, laughing and telling you curses aren't real and to just buy a belt or something, offering to show you the bracelet isn't cursed by wearing it for a day.
They didn't have a single malfunction the whole day, but the moment you slip the bracelet back around your wrist, your pants fell, belt and all, still firmly closed, your friend giggled and joked that you must be cursed after all.
Going home and tossing the godforsaken bracelet into your junk drawer, you enjoy a little bit of comfort and relaxation as you lounge in your bed, blessedly dressed in your comfy clothes, as you drift off in your bed.
Only to wake to the cursed bracelet back on your wrist, a little note tied to it reading 'don't take me off again :((' in scribbled handwriting. Trying to remove the awful thing is met with no luck, tugging, unlatching, trying to cut it off, nothing is making the horrid bangle budge or move; the thing is on your wrist, and it's seemingly not coming off at all.
The incidents with your clothes in public slowly decreased to small tugs and shifts of the waistbands that could be seen as normal happenings, but at home in your little one-bedroom, it was a different situation. Anytime you didn't need to leave the house? Pants missing, skirts pushed to the back of drawers, nothing that was meant to cover your lower half was even available or findable.
You had begrudgingly begun to accept the curse you had been dealt.
But the moment you had grown comfortable with it, whatever entity was tied to the unremovable bracelet began to step it all up again, stealing underwear and tugging them down when you stood still or lay down, soon there were feelings of fingers gripping your thighs and digging into your ass that came with every shift of fabric.
Being teased and groped by an unseen entity wasn't on the cards for the year, but here you are, a cursed bracelet bound to your wrist and being actively bent over your small dining room table as a spectre has made it's ghostly home between your legs, fingers kneading and groping at your ass as the feeling of a mouth working along your sex has you making filth sounds into your empty apartment.
summary: finally moved into a new house by yourself you never quite felt like you were alone
warnings: ghosts x reader, piv, small wlw, foursome, dubcon, creampie, monsterfucking, 18+
Moving into a smaller house almost fully secluded from any others, surrounded by endless thick evergreen trees in the beautiful Mountain ranges of Washington State wasn’t on your bingo card for the year.
Well, you weren’t fully alone. Your neighbors on either side were at least a 20 minute drive away.
You were surprised you actually got the house, it usually was an expensive location, but it was surprisingly cheap- probably suspiciously cheap but you didn’t care, you got to leave the draining city life!
Thankful you worked from home on your laptop you could curl up on the couch with the all-too cottagecore fireplace lit.
A few weeks of living in your small house, you started to grown paranoid- there were many nights of restless sleep.
At times you felt there was something watching you, you could feel a faint brush against your skin. Sometimes a hand on your back or waist.
You just assumed you were touch starved and the seclusion was starting to get to you!
One late night you were sprawled out on your couch, laptop resting on your stomach as you typed away- having to meet some deadlines.
In the stillness and quietness of the night, it was broken by a gentle cold touch on your bare leg, first low down at your calf, then traveling higher to the inside of your thigh.
Your eyebrows furrowed, heart beating as you laid still- too scared, and to be honest, too turned on to move or do anything.
The touch got more aggressive, kneading and squeezing at the flesh on your thighs- then it cupped your lower half, palm pressed perfectly against your clit and entrance.
A gasp escaped your lips, and to your disappointment, the touch- the person, well invisible person, vanished.
Was it a ghost? There was no way..maybe it was just late and you were psyching yourself out…
Days had passed since that strange encounter, you were secretly a little disappointed but you tried to distract yourself- which proved pointless.
Weeks later one late night, you were in your bed mind wandering and thinking about that encounter, how the touch was so cold yet filled you with so much heat.
Your thighs had started to shift and rub together, you blindly reach over towards your nightstand, hand desperately seeking out the one lonesome vibrator you had bought on a whim.
You slide off the “Granny” panties you had thrown on for sleep- truly they were the most comfortable. Thankful the batteries still work, you turn the vibrator on and press it lightly against your clit.
A small gasp escapes from your lips, you bite at your lower lip and let your eyes flutter shut- simply enjoying the feelings traveling through your body.
Then a sharper more startled gasp leaves your body- an invisible hand yanked at your ankle, the vibrator being pulled from your hands then turned off, tossed to the side.
Suddenly your legs are forced apart, you could see the fingers digging into the flesh on your thighs. Whatever- whoever this was, was mad and clearly very needy.
Without a moment to spare you feel a sudden fullness in your pussy, there was a sudden stinging and sharp pain- he didn’t stop, the invisible cock plunging in and out of you at a harsh pace.
The oversized shirt you wore was quickly pushed up, exposing your hardened nipples to the air and whomever was in your house with you.
You feel the entities arms wrap tightly around your waist, lifting just the bottom half of your body off of your bed.
Your back and head fall back- somehow hoisted in the air.
Another set of hands grasp and grope at your boobs, cold fingers pinching and twisting relentlessly at your nipples.
You let out a high pitched moan, cunt squeezing and gushing around the invisible man’s cock. You could feel him desperately rutting into you now, hands now squeezing at your waist.
While moans and whimpers spew from your lips the other entity shoves their cock into your mouth, greedily using your mouth as it pleases.
Your eyes start to water, everything that was being done to you was so overwhelmingly pleasurable- but not being able to see any of the forces drove you insane.
More hands groped and touched your body- the cock in your pussy never faltering, hitting all of the right spots like it was made for your body.
You could feel your toes curling as it rams into you- the cock in your mouth hitting the back of your throat as you desperately suck on it, gagging pathetically around it as spit dribbles down your face.
Another being grabs your hand, pushing two of your fingers into its pussy as it humps and grinds against your digits, their hand going to your clit as it furiously rubs at it.
You curl and scissor your fingers inside the cunt of the entity, mind starting to go blank from all the sensations and feelings.
The cock in your mouth continues to fuck your throat- balls slapping against your face.
With a spasm you clench against the cock who was balls deep in your pussy with a jolt. Your vision goes white as you cum, body convulsing as your legs shake.
The cock in you doesn’t falter in its desperate rutting- hands gripping your body as it furiously pumps into you.
It buries deep into you and stills as he comes- a green translucent goo being milked into you. You let out a pathetic whine as he slowly pulls out.
Just as soon as he comes the one in your mouth continues to fuck your face, hips stuttering as he fucks the same green goo down your throat.
Then you could feel the other entities hips grind and hump faster against your hand, their pussy clenching around your fingers as it spasms and comes.
You feel your hand being released, then your mouth finally unstuffed by the cock- curiously you swallow the goo, which doesn’t have much of a taste thankfully.
You’re finally set down back on your bed, exhaustion falling over you as you try to process what exactly just happened- but you’re quickly flipped onto your stomach.
You feel hands grab at your waist as you let out a yelp, “Seriously? How are you not done?”
There’s a sharp sting on your ass- he clearly wasn’t happy with your attitude.
Your face gets shoved into your bedsheets as a cock gets rammed into your pussy once more.
summary | after getting roped into visiting a supposedly haunted house, you're not the only one in need of a way to pass time.
warnings | HEAVY dub-con, ghost kink, reader has female anatomy, the ghost isn't gendered, fingers in mouth and pussy, unprotected sex, spectral creampie
a/n | sorry it took so long TT I know it's not halloween anymore, but this is more like a summer piece anyway
!!! MINORS DNI !!!
masterlist • taglist • kofi word count: 2k
"I think that has to be… the dumbest thing I've ever heard," you sighed, shaking your head as your friend's posture deflated at your unenthusiastic response.
"I'm serious! The family even moved away because the haunting got too much. I'm talking, like… actual apparitions and stuff. Floating knives, disembodied voices… The whole package!"
Sensing that her impassioned speech wasn't enough to impress you, she crossed her arms over her chest and threw her head back with a groan. You almost felt bad for her, even though it was her idea to drive the two of you out here into the middle of nowhere.
But you quickly came back to your senses and shook off the little sting of guilt. After all, it wasn't your fault that you were a skeptic.
The place was nothing special, in your opinion, even though your friend definitely would've disagreed.
The previous inhabitants must've left in a rush, leaving behind entire sets of furniture and personal items to be layered with dust.
Upon first entering the place, you expected a lot more vandalism — Grafitti, broken windows, trashed rooms. But the house looked pretty unaffected, except for the first traces of time and nature.
It was sweltering outside and the old, abandoned farmhouse didn't offer any kind of solace from the heat that had crawled in through the cracks and rotten wood.
If you would've had your way, you'd be sitting at home in front of the AC, maybe enjoying some ice cream or a cold drink. Which you were actually doing before you'd been dragged out here for a "surprise adventure".
Now, the smell of dry grass and something musty was crawling into your nose, teasing at a sneeze that wouldn't come while you were stuck in an oven of a house and sweating like hell. What a trade-off.
"Sorry," you started, wiping your forehead, "this stuff just isn't really my cup of tea, you know? But I'm happy that you believe in it. You can do your thing, I'll just wait here."
Chewing on the inside of her cheek, your friend nodded and grabbed her "authentic" ghost hunting equipment to shuffle off and leave you standing in the kitchen.
It didn't take long until you heard the opening basement door and her descending steps.
As you rolled your stiff shoulders, you tried to come up with a way to pass the time and eventually settled on your phone. Easy dopamine be damned.
It was silent for a while as you scrolled through text posts and images, not really able to focus on anything in particular. The heat really was frying your brain.
Outside, the crickets were making plenty of noise in the unruly fields that surrounded the house, but the atmosphere felt peaceful while you leaned against the wall and silently did your thing.
A cold breeze suddenly lapped at the back of your neck, causing you to shiver despite the summer heat raging that day. Confused, you looked over your shoulder to spot a cracked-open window above one of the counters.
Huh, the family must've forgotten to close that as well when they fled— when they moved out.
God, you almost sounded like your friend there.
For a moment, you enjoyed the fresh air until the kitchen started to feel a little too cold and the nature outside fell silent.
Maybe the weather was about to change and a storm was brewing, or something. Deciding to keep the temperature bearable, you walked over to close the window.
The sun outside was already setting, bathing the kitchen in a warm, honey-tinted light as you had to get on your toes to reach over the spacious counter; perfect for cooking, but annoying when one tried to grab onto the window handle. Like you were.
"Maybe the layout of this damn house is what really chased out the tenants…" you grumbled under your breath, finally managing to slam the window shut before you straightened back up.
At least halfway.
Until your back met with something solid. Something that hadn't been there before.
Icy breath prickled across the shell of your ear, causing you to tremble against the form that now kept you pinned to the counter.
It didn't make sense. You didn't hear anyone enter; no steps, no rustling, yet you weren't alone anymore.
You could feel the blood drain from your face, how your mouth became dry and your heartbeat accelerated as the unseen weight kept you in place.
And that was before it started touching you.
Icy fingertips settled across the sides of your ribcage, wandering further towards your middle and barely grazing the undersides of your breasts.
Exploratory, curious. Almost playful as the touch briefly brushed down your sternum.
Slowly, they traveled even lower.
Across your stomach, down to your hips where they stayed. Settled. Steady.
In an effort to stifle a terrified noise, your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you dared to look down.
There was nothing. No hands, nothing even in the corner of your eyes.
But then, the fingers dug into your flesh, and your insides writhed at the sight of indentations on your skin and clothes. This was happening, someone unseen, hidden was gripping your hips so tightly that you could feel each individual fingertip pressing into your body.
The realization drew a quiet sound from you, an echo of fear and surprise that seemed to break the spell that had settled upon the previously quiet kitchen.
And once that spell was broken, everything seemed to happen at once.
The invisible hands tore at your shorts, greedily dragging the fabric down over your hips and ass along with your underwear before your neck was seized and you were roughly shoved over the counter.
Bent over and pinned into place, your lips parted to gasp for air, only to be choked by what felt like fingers pushing into your mouth. Your gums and teeth felt cold as something brushed over them, mapping out the inside of your mouth with an impatient audacity.
Then, the fingers pressed even deeper, collecting the saliva that pooled on your tongue as you gagged and tried to struggle.
But before you could entertain the thought of biting, they pulled back, bringing forth a strand of your spit that was still connected to the invisible digits.
Chest heaving, you barely got time to catch your breath before the slicked-up fingers dipped between your bare thighs and wasted no time before they slipped into you down to the invisible knuckles that now brushed against your skin.
A stifled gasp was the only noise that came out of you as the digits curled against the tight walls of your cunt. It was as if your voice had been stolen in that moment as you clawed and squirmed against the countertop while the fingers set a demanding rhythm in and out of you.
Something was trying to work you open. Something desperate, something hungry for a long-lost warmth.
More. More. Deeper. Hotter. MORE.
The grip on the back of your neck tightens, and the spectral digits pulled out of you before the hand settled back on your hip.
For a moment, it felt like the unseen touch trembled against you in an attempt at patience and restraint.
But then, you felt the cold, blunt nudge of something hefty against your cunt, rubbing through your folds to cover itself in the wetness that the being had managed to coax out of you.
Lips parting, your silent scream died in your throat as a silky length parted your folds and sank into your dripping heat in one agonizingly slow push.
The shiver that ran down your spine made your teeth chatter, and your knees trembled as the ghost held still inside of you.
It was cold, almost uncomfortably big as your pussy tried to adjust to the size of it.
Aside from the unusual temperature, it felt like a regular (albeit pretty large) cock, and as you gave it an experimental clench, you could feel it twitch inside you. A subtle movement that the hand on your hip mirrored as it tightened its grip on you.
You flinched when a sudden noise echoed up from underneath the floor. No doubt, your friend probably knocked something over in the basement. Meanwhile, you were stretched open around an invisible person that seemed to have popped up out of nowhere.
As if the specter realized that there was no time to be lost, it suddenly pulled out and slammed back into you with a force that knocked the air from your lungs.
Immediately, it set a frantic pace, fucking you against the counter with an intensity that caused your toes to curl in your shoes. You didn't have any chance to speak, to think, to squirm.
Voiceless, thoughtless and still pinned in place, the only sound you were allowed were little huffs and gasps – even as the shock and discomfort gave way to a pleasure that settled deep within your body.
There was no sound of skin against skin, but the feeling was there.
Corporal, but not quite. An echo of a person; of an appetite that had never been sated.
A lust that had lingered long past the flesh.
Embarrassingly, your body was pretty good at making sounds by itself.
The obscene wetness of your cunt being stuffed to the brim filled the kitchen with a chorus of squelching noises. And you could feel it too, coating the inside of your thighs, dripping down to pool on the old kitchen tiles.
Your eyes widened as more weight settled down on your back, completely pressing your upper body down onto the counter that you were digging your nails into.
With your torso squished under the being's phantom chest, it had free reign to move his cold hand from your neck to between your thighs where it pressed down on your pulsing clit.
Clenching your eyes shut, you let out an airy, barely-there whine as it began to draw tight, firm circles around that most sensitive spot at a pace that matched its hurried thrusts into your cunt.
No doubt, it wanted to get you off as quickly as possible, almost pressing down too hard as it rubbed your clit.
Your climax felt inevitable, buzzing at the base of your spine and tightening in the core of your body until the tension finally snapped, and you gasped against the kitchen counter.
Your legs shook, almost causing you to lose your footing as a thin line of drool connected your panting to the wooden surface.
Noticing your faltering stance, the unseen hands both grabbed your waist and hoisted you up until the tips of your shoes barely scraped against the floor.
Dangling, you could only barely hold on as the being resumed its hurried pounding into your still spasming cunt, fucking you through the afterglow of the spookiest orgasm of your life.
After a few more rough thrusts, its rhythm finally began to grow irregular and twitchy, and it pulled you flush against the icy, unseeable hardness of its body.
Pushing deep and holding still, you winced as ropes of cold, viscous release filled your poor cunt, leaking out around the ghostly cock.
After that, you were shoved back against the counter, and your underwear and shorts were yanked back up in an unceremonious attempt to make you look presentable again.
At once, the touch vanished, and suddenly, you knew you were alone once again.
The heat crept back into the kitchen all at once, the crickets outside were back to chirping in the tall grass, and the air felt less oppressive.
Yet you trembled as you sank down to the floor with still twitching thighs and labored breaths. You cringed at the sticky feeling of your skin and the cold wetness in your underwear.
"What the fuck..." you murmured under your breath, relieved when you found your voice again without difficulty.
Staring off into space for a long moment, you remained in place until you heard the sound of approaching steps from the basement.
Sure enough, it was your friend, looking more than a little disappointed.
"Maybe you're right," she admitted, frowning down at her spirit box. "I think this place is a bust."
Tag(s)/Warning(s): dub-con/non-con, masturbation, orgasm control, sex toy possession, ghost roommate, afab, fem pronouns (you get called good girl once), short and unedited
Having a ghost for a roommate was hard enough—constant flickering lights, scares, slamming doors and drawers, little scribbles on fogged glass, among other things.
You aren’t even able to bring anyone over, with it constantly scaring them away. You yell at it, and it pettily knocks over your stuff; you… coexist. This was not what you signed up for when you moved into this apartment, but the rent was cheap, and aside from the ghost, it wasn’t that bad.
That is, until your ghost roommate had taken an interest in possessing your sex toys.
You let your ghost get away a lot, but your bedroom was absolutely off-limits. You threatened to exorcise the fuck out of it if it even thought about invading your room, and so far, it hasn’t. It was either scared (doubtful) or showed no interest in your room. Until now, you suppose.
It happened in the midst of a self-care session, you were fucking yourself open with a vibrator on a low setting, taking your time to reach the heights of pleasure. Until it was abruptly hijacked, ramped up to the highest setting, and suddenly pounding in your poor cunt as if possessed.
You cry out curses as you’re engulfed with unexpected pleasure, shaking as you try to stop it, but it doesn’t budge. It keeps going like it has a mind of its own, and there’s only one suspect in your mind in that moment—your darling ghost.
“I… I thought I told you, if you ever…” the sentence crumbled in the back of your throat as you feel yourself drawing closer and closer, “oh, fuck, oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna—”
Your wet walls clenched around the possessed object, toes curling as you neared your climax. So, so, so close…
Then it stopped, depriving you of your much-needed release. You almost let out a whine, feeling as your cunt throbs at the loss. “You…” you take a moment to catch your breath, “the fuck is wrong with you?”
It answers by knocking the box of your toys onto the floor.
This goes on for a few days. You try to relieve some stress, it takes control, brings you so close to the edge, then abruptly stops. You almost call a priest, but how exactly would you explain that the ghost that’s been haunting you for a while decided to possess your sex toys and deprive you of your orgasms?
Yeah, you don’t want to imagine how that’d go over. So you didn’t.
One day, it leaves you a note with one of your vibrators on top, practically demanding you wear it. Begrudgingly, you do as you go about your chores around the house, defeated.
It rewards you with gentle stimulation, vibe thrumming pleasantly inside you as the other end buzzes deliciously against your clit.
It's low enough for you not to get too distracted whilst trying to tidy the apartment, stopping your tracks occasionally when it decides to amp the vibration for a moment, panties already soaked. Perhaps it’ll finally let you come.
You’re inside the bathroom, organizing the mess that is your counter, when it turns it up a notch, then two, then three, ‘till you're gripping the sink with filthy whines and moans.
Pleasure heating your skin as your heart beats in your ears, hips grinding against it as you near the edge with a patheically hopeful sob.
“Yes…yes, keep… going…” You manage to say between your needy moans, legs trembling as you struggle to stay up. It gives you whiplash how quickly your ghost lowers it into a soft hum, practically nothing, yet again ripping your bliss away from you. You let out a frustrated yell, “Just get it over with!”
The mirror fogs up with a message.
‘Only if you say please.’
You can practically feel the condescension dripping off the words, mocking you. You murmur a curse under your breath, which in turn ramps up the levels yet again. Your pride crumbles into nothing, hurriedly spilling out the words it wanted to hear. “Okay, okay! Please, please let me cum…!”
Your ghost sets it to the highest setting, buzzing almost roughing inside you and against your clit, bringing you pleasure in waves and pulses. You can barely hold yourself up anymore, knees meeting the ground as high-pitched moans and pleas leave your lips, basically writhing on the tiled ground as your orgasm hits you all at once, a scream ripped from your throat.
It continues to vibrate inside you as you shudder and shake, cum soaking through your shorts and rolling down your thighs, clit puffy and abused. Babbles fall from your lips, jumbled as you beg for more, for it to please, please keep going, don’t stop.
It doesn’t, not until you’re a puddle of your own mess on the floor, thoughts fizzled and gone from your mind. The shower door glass fogs up with another message.
When your friends dared you to check out a haunted house, of course you accepted. You were never one to turn down a dare, even if you were afraid.
Tying back your hair, you made sure you packed your flashlight and water before tying your shoes and heading out.
It had been rainy recently. Puddles littered the ground, and the sky was a sad gray. The news reporter mentioned a thunderstorm that night… but you shrugged it off.
‘I’ll be home before then, everything is going to be okay. As long as I make it out before 8 pm, I can be back at my apartment before it’s too stormy to walk home safely.’
In the past few years, you had taken an interest in the paranormal, occasionally visiting haunted hot spots and taking a look. Your friends said they found it creepy and dangerous, but now they were daring you to go check out an abandoned building… maybe they were changing their minds?
You stopped as the sidewalk ended and wild grass began. It seemed no one cleaned and maintained the sidewalk past this point, allowing the grass to become overgrown.
‘That’s inconvenient. Hope I don’t slip…’
Taking careful steps, you wandered further down the road, making sure to be aware of your surroundings. You weren’t exactly in a great part of town, there had even recently been a robbery in a neighborhood nearby.
But from what you heard from your friends, most people steered clear of the haunted house, fearing that they would be cursed if they stepped in.
You, however, were far from afraid. In fact, you were super excited to see if the rumors were true! Of course you were a bit nervous, but it paled in comparison to your excitement.
The abandoned house before you was two stories high, with large windows covered in boards that had been nailed in after a few break-ins.
You could tell the house had been white at some point in time, but now it was almost a grayish yellow, the paint chipping away to reveal the wood underneath.
The porch had a few holes which you attempted to avoid, but yelped when you stepped on a weak floorboard and fell through.
Thankfully you were able to pull your foot out of the toe easily with only a few scratches on your ankle.
As you walked in, the smell of decay and rot hit your nose, making you cover it with your sleeve. The house had been abandoned for years now, and if you hadn’t known, you’d think it had never been lived in at all.
Perhaps items had been stolen, or maybe nothing had ever been there in teb first place, because the house was bare. No furniture or personal items besides a few chairs and tables on the first floor… there aren’t even any appliances in the kitchen.
“I guess even the oven was taken.”
You glanced around the kitchen, noticing a space meant for an oven, but lacking one. “I wonder if it’s different upstairs…”
Climbing up the steps wasn’t easy, and you feared you would fall with each step you climbed. Your foot even fell through one, nearly knocking you off balance!
“Crap! Agh… maybe I shouldn’t go upstairs…”
But… you had to. You weren’t sure why, but something was drawing you upstairs, beckoning you to explore…
When you finally reached the top of the staircase, you sighed in relief. At least the flooding looked stable enough, no holes and the boards weren’t too creaky…
There were three doors to explore, and you decided to look into the closest one first.
The door was plain white, and upon opening it you were met with a pretty basic bedroom. A bed and a dresser, with a broken lamp sitting on a nightstand.
The next room was mostly empty, only a bare bed with a few leaves that flew in from the broken window.
The last room wasn’t easy to get into. You struggled with the doorknob for a moment, then broke it. That allowed you to get in, but you did feel bad breaking something without a good reason.
Walking into the room, the first thing you noticed was how clean it was.
There wasn’t a spec of dust on the bed or nightstand, as if someone had been keeping everything meticulously clean. This was a stark contrast to the other dirty, disheveled rooms covered in dust and debris that was common for a long since abandoned house.
You tread lightly, knowing that upper floors in old houses like these could sometimes be dangerous. The wood could have rotted, or maybe termites chewed through and created thin spots in the floor.
A shimmer out of the corner of your eye made you turn. On the nightstand was a silver locket, shining I’m the evening sun.
“Oh wow, is that real silver?”
You picked it up, turning it in the light to get a good look at it. It seemed to be well taken care of, but it was jammed shut. Despite you trying to open it multiple times, you couldn’t seem to.
Suddenly it felt… strangely warm, and had a slight tremble to it. The locket almost felt like it was.. pulsating…
You felt a strange urge to take it with you…
“Well… no one has lived here for years. It… shouldn’t matter if I take it home.”
After tucking it away in your pocket, you made it downstairs and got ready to leave.
For a moment you considered staying longer and exploring the basement and backyard, but suddenly your thigh felt like it was burning!
You yelped, running outside and reaching into your pocket. The second you were outside of the house, the burning feeling was gone.
Had the locket suddenly become hot or were you just imagining things?
Regardless, you decided that going home was for the best. It was getting late after all, and you weren’t a fan of being outside when it got dark out.
As it started to sprinkle lightly right as you got home, you were grateful you left when you did. You might have been trapped in that old house for the night if you had explored any further.
A strange thought came to your head just then. Did… the locket know it was going to rain?
‘That’s ridiculous…’ you thought to yourself as you changed out of your damp clothes, looking at the locket while you turned on the shower.
‘It’s just a necklace…’
You stepped in, letting the water wash over your body and warm you up. It felt nice, after exploring such an old and dusty house to get all clean and watch the dirt wash away.
You placed a hand over your soft belly, rubbing the soap inyo your skin. “Mmm…”
The shower was relaxing for a bit, but you nearly jumped out of your skin when you caught something in your peripheral vision.
There was a tall, dark figure standing behind the shower curtain, seemingly… facing away from you?
You quickly pulled back the curtain, holding a shampoo bottle as a weapon… but no one was there.
‘… maybe I’ve been watching too many horror movies. Going to that old house has me feeling anxious.”
You wrapped a towel around your body, trying to ignore the horrible feeling in your gut. It was like your body was screaming at you that someone was there and you were being watched.
‘I’ll feel better after I eat something. I’ll watch a comedy movie, that should calm me down at least a little bit.’
Once the TV was on, the towel wrapped around your body dropped to the floor, leaving you completely bare.
Before you could get dressed, you felt like there were eyes on you again. It made you feel self conscious, like you were being stared at without your knowledge.
You hurriedly ran to your closet, throwing on a pair of panties and an oversized shirt to cover yourself.
“H-hello? Is anyone there? I… can feel you staring at me…”
There was no answer, just the sound of thunder outside. You felt stupid, it was probably just the paranoia from being in that stupid abandoned house still making you think someone was watching you!
‘This is stupid…’
You huffed, settling into your bed and watching some TV. There was no one in your home, you were completely safe and that was that!
At least… that’s what you kept telling yourself. Even as you finally relaxed a bit and got ready for bed, you still felt an aching sensation in your gut telling you something was wrong, that you had brought some kind of curse of demon home with you from that abandoned house.
But even so, you were too tired to make a fuss and decided to go to bed. It was late and you needed sleep for the class you had tomorrow! You didn’t want to be late again…
You drifted off, clutching your pillow as the locket on your nightstand shone in the moonlight. It was the last thing you saw before you fell asleep.
When you awoke in the middle of the night, something felt wrong. It was nighttime so it was normal for it to be dark… but usually at least a bit of moonlight shone through your sheer curtains.
But as you glanced around your room with your groggy eyes, you could barely make out your furniture in the overbearing darkness…
You were so confused with how dark it was that you didn’t even notice the figure staring down at you until you laid back down.
“Ah-!”
Your mouth was covered, and you shook in fear as your body was paralyzed with fear. All you could do was tremble and stare up into the… handsome face of a dark haired man.
“Don’t scream. Not here to hurt you…” he murmured, holding a finger to his lips.
He sighed, scratching the back of his head. “I wasn’t expecting you to wake up all of a sudden… it’s dangerous for a girl to be living on her own, you know? But don’t worry…”
He moved his hand from your mouth to your hair, ruffling it. “Your big brother is looking out for you.”
You watched on in shock as he placed the locket in your hand, then slowly faded away. That man… he just disappeared? What!?
It wasn’t easy going back to sleep, but you were beyond exhausted and had a class in the morning. Who was that man… and why had he called himself your big brother?
In the morning, you thought you had left the locket behind in the trash. You threw it away the second you woke up, hoping that would stop whatever was happening.
But alas, as you walked towards your college campus and reached into your pocket to take out your phone, you felt the familiar cool surface of the silver locket.
“Fuck.”
You spotted your friends standing outside of the building, and you jogged over to meet them.
“Hey guys!”
They turned, some frowning while the others put up a half assed smile. “Hey. Did you go to the haunted house last night?”
You nodded, scratching the back of your head. “Yeah… it was pretty scary. I didn’t stay for too long.”
The leader frowned. She tapped against her school binder with her sharp acrylic nails. “Really? You couldn’t even stay the night?”
You shrunk under her judging gaze, your eyes on the floor. “You didn’t say I had to stay the night…”
She scowled. “I shouldn’t have to tell you what’s obvious, dumbass. You want to be a part of our sorority, you have to do the dares just like the other initiates. We let you try, even though you’re…”
The woman looked down at your belly, then back to your face. “Tubby. Just be grateful.”
You nodded, looking away from her. “Alright… I’m sorry.”
As soon as you apologized, the woman smiled. “Oh, don’t worry about it. You didn’t stay the night, but you still went to the house. So…”
She pulled out a card. “Here’s the official invitation to one of our parties. It’s in your honor.”
You beamed, grabbing hold of the letter. “Oh wow, really? I thought I still had more to do…”
“Shh, you’ve done enough. Just be there on time, okay? We have something special planned for you.”
You all got settled in your seats, and you left to use the bathroom. You were so excited, you’d finally get to join the best sorority on campus!
But as soon as you were out of earshot, the group of girls started giggling. “God, she’s so gullible. She really thinks we’d let someone like her into our sorority.”
The leader leaned back in her chair, folding her legs. “As soon as she steps through the door, we’ll all throw food at our little piggy. Hell, maybe she’ll get on the ground and start eating everything we’ve thrown at her.”
They all laughed, other students glancing at them in annoyance and disgust. But they all knew that trying to go against them was a suicide mission. The leader’s father was the sheriff, and she was a daddy’s girl.
The locket pulsed with anger from your backpack, emitting an uncomfortable heat. The entity in your locket had heard every single word…
And he wouldn’t let them do that to you.
As you walked home after class, you yelped when a man materialized next to you. He kept a hand on your waist, guiding you home.
“Y-you’re the man from last night…”
He nodded, keeping you close as he walked. “I am. You have some… interesting friends.”
“…”
You weren’t stupid, you knew they weren’t good friends, but your mother and grandmother had been in that sorority, and you wanted to make them proud.
“… they’re not all that bad. They’re throwing me a party this weekend…”
He didn’t answer, his grip on your waist tightening. “You shouldn’t go.”
You frowned. “I don’t really have a choice. If I don’t go, there’s no way I’m getting into the sorority.”
The ghost sighed, walking into your home with you.
“W-wait!”
You grabbed the locket out of your bag. “Why… aren’t I freaking out? You’re that weird ghost thing! Get out of my house.”
But you didn’t feel scared, there was a strange calmness in your chest that made you feel uneasy.
He approached, and you began to feel almost tired, lethargic.
“It’s because I’m keeping you calm. Last night your heart rate spiked and you were terrified of my very presence, so I’ve been doing my best to eliminate your fears and anxieties.”
He brushed back your hair, his touch cool on your flushed skin. “Easy… it’s strange, I know… but I’m not here to hurt you. I’m keeping you safe, remember?”
That night you stayed up late researching ghosts and other supernatural phenomena. Not much turned up for ghosts being able to control your emotions… just the average poltergeists throwing shit around and scaring the life out of people.
This ghost seemed more like a guardian angel than a poltergeist, but you had no idea why he was protecting you or what from.
You ended up drifting off with your laptop still on. The ghost materialized beside you, his eyes moving over your figure.
Your body was soft and fragile, unlike the younger siblings he had taken care of during his life. He’d been the oldest of seven brothers, and had never gotten the chance to be with a girl, much less watch one sleep.
When you picked up his locket, he felt an instant connection to you. Many people had stolen the silver locket before, but he simply haunted them until they returned it to the haunted house.
His resting place.
With you, though? His heart felt heavy at the very thought of anything hurting you. He wanted to protect you, to watch over you every second of the day and hold you close…
So… he must have loved you like a sibling then, right?
He had never been in love before, the only love he ever experienced was the brotherly love he had for his younger siblings.
He needed to know more about women, what they needed and how they acted. You were almost like a different species to him at this point…
So he glanced at your laptop before slowly sliding it towards him. It took him a few minutes to learn how it worked, but thankfully he had been watching you like a hawk as you typed away earlier and had a basic understanding.
He died nearly a hundred years ago, so without that he would have been clueless! The ghost was smart though, and began searching for answers regarding the female gender.
First, he looked up the definition, nodding along as if it was new information to him. Then, he thought for a moment…
What else did he want to know?
‘Well… if she gets injured, I should know what her anatomy is like so I can help her.’
During his time, many people said women and men were completely different, so he wanted to know. Searching through the internet, he looked up the anatomy of a female body…
Most of it was diagrams of internal organs and bone structure… and then he found something… intriguing.
A picture of a vagina, fingers pulling back the lips to reveal the glistening clit. His body reacted to the picture, and he found himself feeling confused.
His heart raced against his rib cage, his throat dry as his shaky hands typed out the name of the female sex organ.
‘Vagina…’
So many pictures popped up, and his eyes went wide with the variety of different shaped, colored, and sized pussies on screen. He felt his cock twitch in his pants when he stumbled upon a certain gif.
A woman’s wet cunt hovered over a fat cock, slowly lowering herself onto it, letting it stretch her out.
He glanced at you, his eyes moving down your form and to your loose lounge shorts. What did your pussy look like..?
His eyes went wide and he shook his head. ‘No… I… shouldn’t think things like that… I have to protect her.’
But even as those thoughts echoed through his head, he couldn’t help but inch closer, slowly pulling back the loose fabric of your shorts and looking at the soft outline of your pretty cunt.
He let out a shaky breath, slowly pulling back your panties to get a good look at you.
His cock twitched, aching as he stared down at your pussy for the very first time. This… was perplexing. His entire body was telling him to touch and feel you for himself, to spread open your pussy lips and see your cute, perky clit…
He was so confused, his body hot as he struggled to control his urges. What did he feel for you? Why did he want to court you, to kiss your plump lips and slip his fingers inside of you?
Images of you splayed out on the bed, your legs spread wide open to give him a nice view appeared in his wandering mind.
Your fingers moved over your clit, rubbing and circling it, before you moved down to your wet hole, slowly inserting a finger…
He shook his head, looking down to see his cock hard and pressing against his pants, wanting to be let out. He bit his lip, walking over to look at your lovely sleeping face. The ghost hesitantly pulled out his cock, stroking it shyly over your face.
Right before he came he stepped back, cumming all over your blanket. It was sticky and strangely cold, his flushed and body relaxed as he panted softly.
That felt way too good…
Before he knew what he was doing, he curiously leaned forward and licked your cheek. You tasted so lovely, he couldn’t help but move his tongue down your body, to your clothed breast and finally to your soft tummy.
He planted a kiss there, before he slowly but surely slipped off your shorts. You woke up right as he gave your pussy a curious lick, your mouth being covered before you could scream.
Was this it? Was he finally showing his true colors and ready to devour you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to feel the pain of his teeth on your body, but instead felt soft lips on your clit.
When you peeked at him, he looked up eagerly, as if waiting for you to teach and guide him through this. He wasn’t trying to hurt you… he was just curious.
You whined softly, slowly moving his head and hiding his tongue to your hole, letting out a breathy sigh as he slipped his tongue in. It felt so damn good, you were close to cumming already.
Not understanding that your orgasm was close, he pulled away right before you could cum, his lips glazed over with your juices and his eyes wide with excitement. “D-did I do good?”
You groaned in frustration, grabbing him by the hair and guiding him back, finally riding out your high on his tongue.
He seemed eager to please, and just so curious about your body… after you were done, he sat on your bed and played with your hair, watching over you as you drifted off.
When you woke up, he was gone again. The lovely was sitting on your nightstand, and when you sat up and yawned, he appeared.
He was a bit shy from your encounter last night, holding a few flowers in his hand. After you put them in a vase, you realized that they were stolen from your neighbor’s lawn… but the effort was still cute.
That day, he followed you around while you completed your chores, giving you a dopey smile and causing minor accidents for whatever poor soul dared to approach you.
He was getting more possessive by the day, disliking when any male spoke to you for longer than a few seconds. You were his, didn’t they understand that!?
When someone walked by you, a flower pot would fall into their feet or a rock would move to trip them.
It was confusing, seeing all these people end up hurt or hospitalized all the time. You wondered if you might be cursed…
You were chatting with a handsome barista when the coffee pot next to him suddenly tipped over, spilling boiling coffee all over him.
“A-are you okay!?”
While trying to help him, suddenly he slipped on a puddle of water that hadn’t been there before.
Your ghost friend stayed invisible, pouring a cup of water on the floor just moments before…
After multiple tests, you realized you were the only one that could see the ghost. You weren’t sure if he was brought on by some kind of stress from working so hard or perhaps you really were being haunted. Either way, you could never tell anyone about him. People would think you were crazy, and you didn’t want to get locked away in an asylum forever.
But strangely, your little ghost friend wasn’t that bad of a houseguest. He never made a mess, watched over you while you slept, and even when there were some break ins next door, you were the only one spared.
He really was protecting you.
“I’m… going out today.”
You looked up from your breakfast, watching as your ghost roommate materialized in front of you. Going out? He was always by your side…
“Really? Are you like… moving on to the next plain of existence or something?”
He chuckled, leaning against the wall. “Am I that annoying, hmm? No, I’ve just got some business to attend to.”
He smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately before fading away into nothing, leaving you to wonder what a ghost would do for business.
The ghost stood over another corpse, his body free of blood due to his incorporable form. It was one of the girls who had been planning to humiliate you.
Her jaw was ripped from its socket, tangling from her disfigured face. He glanced down at her phone, picking it up and looking over the contacts.
The leader on his list… and he was saving her for last.
The news of the sorority murders had the entire campus paranoid. Police suspected a serial killer was on the loose and targeting young girls in the sorority, so you found yourself at the station, being questioned during a quiet October day.
“And that was the last time you saw her?” asked the officer, holding up a picture of the latest victim.
You gave him a nod, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Yes… I hope my information can be useful, have you gotten any leads yet?”
“That information is confidential, ma’am, but rest assured we’ll catch the sick son of a bitch responsible for this.”
You were driven home by one of the officers, and walked in feeling exhausted. The entire week was weighing down on you, and you only felt safe when your ghost roommate greeted you.
“Welcome home…” he murmured, reaching forward to gently caress your cheek. “You’ve been crying… did someone hurt you?”
The way he asked sent a shiver down your spine. “No… it’s just…”
You sat down, his fingers rubbing circles into your back as you spoke. “All of my friends have been killed… and I don’t know what to do…”
You couldn’t see the smirk on his face, but you felt the way his grip tightened on your hips, rocking them slightly. “It’s sad, but you have me, love. That’s all you need…”
Before you could speak, he had you laying on your back, his hands pinning down your wrists. “Those friends weren’t good people, love… I can protect you, take care of you. Provide for you…”
His fingers traced down your body, to your belly. The ache in his gut returned, and his mind was filled with images of your belly swelling up, being heavy and full with his baby… would it matter that your friends were dead when you were waddling around, pregnant and happy?
You whimpered softly, feeling his teeth graze your neck as he palmed his erection. “I realized… that I really love you. That day you picked up my locket… was basically our wedding day.”
His lips crashed into yours, teeth and tongues clashing as the kiss became rough and passionate. These last few weeks had been torture, watching you speak to other people, having to be away from you for even a second was the worst.
“M-Mmph!”
You were getting wet from all this attention, your body feeling warm as he stripped you of your clothes. But you felt guilty, here you were making out with a ghost while your friends were dead and/or in danger!
“N-not now-“
You yelped, his fingers pressing against the wet fabric of your panties. Already you were soaking wet, your face heating up in shame.
“Not now? But you’re so wet… you want this, you know you do…”
Your whines and protest went unheard as he slipped his fingers into your cunt, and no matter how much you squirmed he kept you still as he lapped softly at your clit.
“Pretty girl, that feels good, doesn’t it?”
You came on his tongue and fingers several times, your hole clenching around nothing as he sucked on your clit, his hands keeping your thighs spread open.
“You want me to fuck you, hmm? Wanna feel my cum fill you all the way up?”
You let out a pathetic whine as he rubbed his tip against your wet cunt, your eyes full of pleasured tears. The man wasn’t sure he could get you pregnant, he was a ghost after all, but god damn it he was going to try his best!
The feeling of him slowly pushing into your virgin hole was… strange. Painful, a stretch that you had never felt before, yet oddly… a sense of pleasure began to set in as he bottomed out.
He cooed softly, his hand moving over your soft belly, his eyes on your pretty cunt as it took his cock. “That’s my good girl…”
He started slow, not wanting to hurt his darling. Thrusting in and out, almost agonizing in the way his cock moved inside of your gummy walls.
Soon he couldn’t take it, the need to breed his lovely darling taking over. He pushed your legs up, beginning to fuck you in a mating press as his lips met yours.
“F-fuck, that’s it… take it, let me knock you up…”
He was desperate, almost like a wild animal, and determined to get you pregnant. He didn’t care if he was a ghost or not, he was planting his seed in your belly.
A family with you was all he could ever want, getting to see you hold his little one in your arms and waddle around with a cute pregnant belly… just the thought of being the one to knock you up had him spurting out thick, ectoplasm like cum into your womb.
“C-can’t get pregnant!” you whimpered out, wiggling nervously. “Gotta finish college…”
“Quiet, darling…”
He panted softly, looking down at you for a moment as his hips continued to fit into yours. You looked beautiful now, with your face flushed and eyes hazy from pleasure. If he could, he’d take a picture so he could always remember you in this state of utter bliss.
“I’ll take care of everything, don’t worry your pretty little head…”
Even after finishing inside of you again, your ghost lover wasn’t quite done with you. He stood, holding you up in a full Nelson while fucking into you. Your belly was starting to distend, so full of his cum that your pussy drooled.
Your neck was sensitive from all the hickeys he had left, and you could barely think while his cock pushed in as deep as it could go, kissing your cervix. He had you look down and watch as his cock moved in and out of your, your pretty pussy clenching around him in yet another orgasm.
“A-Ah!”
Soft whines and whimpers left your throat. It couldn’t be helped, there was a bulge in your tummy now, his cum had stuffed you full. “C-can’t… take anymore…”
He kissed your neck, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. “Just a little more, darling… shh, just take it…”
He rubbed your clit, cooing at you like you were a toddler throwing a tantrum. Your leg twitched with the sudden stimulation he was giving your clit, and you can again, your body sore from the multiple orgasms you’ve already had.
The love making lasted long into the night, and you found yourself passing out after cumming nearly 10 times…
But your lover’s night was far from over. After cleaning you up a little and placing a blanket over your naked form so you wouldn’t catch a cold, he set out to see to his unfinished business…
The leader was terrified, holed up in her bedroom alone as her father patrolled the house. Everyone else in her friend group was dead, leaving her the final girl on his list.
He watched her from the window, smirking as her father walked around, oblivious to the danger his snot nosed brat was in.
She got up, sighing. “That creep won’t get past dad. I bet that stupid girl has something to do with this. Even if she doesn’t, if I say the word she’ll be sent to prison.”
The ghost sneered at her words. She really planned to send his innocent lover to prison? Any hesitation he may have had was gone instantly.
He followed her to the bathroom, frowning in disgust as she disrobed. She was nowhere near as gorgeous as you were, he simply wasn’t interested in any other woman than you.
“Ahh…”
Once she settled into the bath, he took his chance and started to cause the light to flicker. This caused her to jump, nearly slipping on the slick bottom of the tub.
“H-hello?”
A soft whisper in her ear made her turn, her eyes wide with terror. “I-if there’s anyone here, you better go before my dad sees you! He’s the sheriff and if I scream-“
“He won’t be able to hear you.”
Hands wrapped around her throat, restricting her air flow. Suddenly she was able to see him, his appearance that of what he looked like when he died.
His black hair was stringy, his clothes ripped and torso torn apart to reveal his rotting organs.
“You should have been more careful. You messed with someone I love, and for that, you’ll pay with your life.”
Unable to scream, her vision went black, and her body limp. He let her sink into the tub, a few bubbles escaping before the bubbles stopped.
In a flash, he was back to his handsome self, a smile on his lips. “My darling is free now…”
You woke up to your TV being switched on, the news reporter staring into the camera with a sorrowful gaze. “Another girl from the local sorority has been killed. While police investigated the premises, they found multiple books full of images of other girls forced into humiliation ritual, along with evidence of her father, the sheriff, helping her cover her crimes up. He is on paid le-“
You shut off the TV, feeling both relieved you hadn’t attended that party, and sad that she died. She wasn’t a good person, you knew that, but you were, and it hurt your heart to see someone die so young.
“Hello, my darling…”
You felt a cold hand brush against your belly. There was still a bulge there from all the cum that had been stuffed into you the night before.
“Sleep well, my darling?”
The ghost kissed your temple, nuzzling against you. “I guess… I’m still pretty tired though.”
He moved to gently massage your sore spots, eyes fixed on your tummy. “Sorry, I think I may have gotten… carried away.”
His grip on you tightened, and the air felt a little colder. “You understand that you’re mine, correct? That moment you picked up that locket, we were tied together for eternity. You can’t get rid of me, I’ll always return to you…”
His fingers dug into your flesh. “And if you want your future to be a happy one, you’ll learn to accept things. I don’t want to hurt my precious one, after all… not like those other girls.”
It didn’t look like you had much of a choice in the matter. You could either accept that this was your life now, or end up like the sorority girls. Little did you know he was bluffing a bit. He would never actually harm you, but he wasn’t against scaring you into thinking he would.
As the years passed by, you got used to your life with him. He was much too possessive for you to go out and see people other than your family, meaning you had to give up college or see people get hurt on your behalf.
But lately he’s calmed down a little… since he’s a father now.
He smiled as you walked down the street, holding your 3 year old’s hand. Your little one was a curious thing, loving to go to the park and take walks in the woods near your home.
As you walked down the path, an elderly couple stopped you to coo at your son. You glanced at your now husband to gauge his expression, and he seemed to be okay with it.
“Oh, how cute!”
“Thank you,” you replied with a smile. “He looks just like his father.”
As you walked home, your little one disappeared from the sight of other mortals, hovering in the air with your husband. He was half ghost after all, it made sense he could do things other kids couldn’t.
Your lover smiled softly, his hand moving over your belly as he watched your son chase a butterfly.
“… about time for our second little one, isn’t it?”
Looks like you were in for another passionate night.
