#goth ghost

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Pookie will you write metalhead Soap w Goth Ghost 🥺👉👈🤭 like metalhead Soap with a studded collar and it has a pretty ring for a leash that's around Ghosts arm as he yanks him to grind against his big ol goth boot like a good boy with type o negative or ramstein in the back (sorry if this is too much)

oh i definitely can lolita, i'm in love with this idea honestly. fuckin love me some goth ghost and metalhead soap. like, fit's nae to love?? never too much btw

warnings/tags: simon x trans johnny, smut, boot grinding

the speakers sat on the table distantly plays through the discography of type o negative, simon's choice tonight. johnny barely pays attention to it though, too busy grinding his slick cunt against simon's big boot. it shines under the dim light, showing evidence of johnny's arousal.

"c'mon, put y'r back into it." simon grumbles, giving a harsh tug to the sleek black leash that he holds in his hand, his other hand nursing a cigarette. it's clipped onto a pretty ring that dangles from the thick, studded collar that johnny constantly wears.

with the stern tug, johnny is pulled further down which causes his pussy to press down on the soaked leather. a loud moan leaves him, his hands gripping simon's calf like a lifeline. it feels so fucking good, his mind floating away with every grind.

he picks up the pace, being a good boy for his master. hips roughly and desperately move on their own accord, his body subconsciously speeding up to catch that mind blowing pleasure.

"tha's it, good boy aren't you johnny?" simon asks with another quick pull to the leash. his boy instantly nods, moaning and panting harshly, chest heaving.

"for you master, for you." he babbles, pressing down to smush his throbbing cunt into the boot more. johnny is being so well behaved, naked body shivering on the floor as he obeys his masters every word.

simon takes a long drag of his slowly burning cigarette, inhaling and holding the smoke before exhaling it straight into johnny's face. "better hurry up, only got five more minutes to cum." he mutters, pressing his boot up into johnny's leaking cunt before leaning back a little to watch his boy on the verge of tears, trying to cum on his boot.

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🌑👻 Meet Morrigan Shade 👻🌑

#SpookyCasChallenge Day 26 - Goth Ghost

Welcome back to the eerie world of my Halloween series! 🌙🌟 I’m excited to introduce the twenty-sixth character in this haunting journey: Morrigan Shade.

Morrigan Shade is no ordinary ghost. With her dark attire and ethereal presence, she drifts through the night with an air of melancholy and mystery. 🖤✨ Her presence is both haunting and captivating, leaving a lasting impression on all who glimpse her shadowy form.

Her story is one of sorrow and intrigue. As she wanders the Halloween night, Morrigan Shade encounters the living, sharing glimpses of her spectral existence and the secrets she carries from beyond the grave. Her tale is filled with moments of reflection, the challenge of connecting with the living, and the beauty of embracing her ghostly nature.

Stay tuned for more characters and tales as we delve deeper into this spellbinding series. 🌑👻

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On the very same day...

Wdym The Decemberists isn't goth?/j

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺'𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦?

I keep forgetting that this acc exists and is another place to share this bc I'm still really proud of it (my friends are probably sick of seeing it now on their other socials LMAO)

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El Anima

Aka, my ghost daughter. 

In Mexico, we have many tales of the suprenatural starring women in white, Anima is my little tribute to those tales that made me afraid to step outside my grandma’s house after dark. 

She’s a very ancient spirit, so old that she’s forgotten who she is or where she is from. It’s clear to others that she is a human ghost, but she can’t remember beng alive, or her real name. As far as she’s concerned, she has always been a spirit. The people make up lots of stories about how she originated and she likes hearing them all, even if nothing really rings a bell...thus why, if you’re telling tales about women in white haunting places, you might just turn around to find her peeking, huehuehue. 

For such an ancient one, she’s very curious and innocent. While she doesn’t particularly enjoy scaring humans, being a ghost, fear nurtures her. That’s why she hangs around places where people are expecting a haunting in order to benefit from that fear and adrenaline. Takes whatever she’s told literally. VERY out of touch with the world around her. 

In time, she gets together with @my-little-red-umbrella‘s Oscuro, though we are still working out the exact circumnstances for it.