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Lessons
I did it. I wrote the damn Swiss/Phantom/Reader that's been rattling in my brain.
18+ MDNI
Word Count: 3051
Tags: degradation, choking, Swiss is a bit of a voyeur, rough Phantom if you squint, irresponsible use of quintessence
Summary: Phantom admits he's never been with a human. You and Swiss share a look before deciding that's about to change.
“Look at just how fucking wet they are.”
“You sure you didn’t bring me a water ghoul?”
Phantom laughed to himself before sliding his fingers between your legs gathering as much slick as he could. You whine when he draws his hand away much too soon. He stares in awe at his fingers, his thought process clear as day on his face. Swiss pushes him lightly with his foot
“Not yet ant. You still don’t know just how delicate humans are.”
You huff a laugh “I’ll show you delicate when I stick my foot up your fuck—“ You were cut off by the tip of Swiss’ tail snaking around to brush lightly over your swollen clit.
“First lesson: humans are so sensitive. It only takes a few touches to get ‘em going” he demonstrates this by letting go of one of your wrists and sliding a finger into your cunt “But it’s a double-edged sword. They’re so easy to overstimulate. Gotta take your time.” He draws his hand back, wiping the slick onto your thigh.
The way he was talking about you like you weren’t even there like you’re nothing more than a tool to teach Phantom how to fuck was only making the pool of slick between your legs worse.
He was right though. Everything felt so hazy. How long has it been? You remember a sloppy make-out session with Phantom as Swiss critiqued while palming himself in the corner. That was a while ago. You may not remember how long the three of you have been at it, but you do remember how you got there.
You snuck into the ghoul den after your shift in the kitchen had ended with an armful of sugary contraband. Siblings weren’t typically allowed in the dens unless personally brought into them, but your job got you a free ticket. It all started when you caught Swiss and Dew trying to break into the kitchens in the middle of the night. After some negotiations including a decent amount of tongue, you settled on a simple deal. You bring them as many pastries as you can carry and they’ll fuck your brains out.
When you had gotten to the den it appeared Swiss was the only one present, so you flopped onto the couch and shared the cakes with him. When you had finished your fill, Swiss had pulled you into his lap mumbling something about needing something sweeter before he licked a stripe from your neck to your jawline. That’s when Phantom walked in. When you noticed him you quickly jumped out of Swiss’ grasp much to his chagrin.
“Do you want some?” Swiss had asked the quintessence ghoul assuming he had been drawn out of his room by the sweet smells of baked goods. This caused him to go rigid with a small blush creeping into his face “I’ve never been with a human…”
You were about ready to clear up the misunderstanding when you caught Swiss’ eyes. You recognized that look and you immediately knew he was going to dig his heels into this. His gaze flicked to you for a moment seeking your permission before he opened his mouth. Fuck it. Your growing grin was all he needed. You and Swiss made a show out of groping and kissing each other for the other ghoul who just stared on slack-jawed shifting himself around in his pants. You three only left for Swiss’ room when Dew and Rain came through the main door
“Oh come on we’ve only had this couch for like a week.” Rain huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Go fuck somewhere else so we can eat in peace or I’ll up your tax.” Dew stuffed a brownie into his mouth not even looking up from the horde of sweets.
That’s how you ended up where you are now. Pressed firm against Swiss’ chest, wrists squeezed between his clawed hands, tail wrapped around one leg to keep you open while Phantom sits crouched in front of you eyes wild, dick painfully erect, shaking with anticipation. He looks up at Swiss with pleading eyes
“Can I taste them? Please?”
“Hands-on learning, I like it. Go right ahead.”
Phantom’s eyes sparked and he dove between your spread legs eagerly licking into you. You cried out and arched against Swiss as he pushed impossibly deeper, swiping his forked tongue from your clit to your slit. He was lapping at you in earnest, filling the room with obscene wet noises. Swiss hissed and bumped Phantom’s head with his knee to get his attention. His head popped up with wide, blown-out pupils and a wet chin. He looked at Swiss with a furrowed brow and a whine deep in his throat.
“What did I say? It’s not like one of the girls. It’s a human.”
Phantom nodded and lowered himself again slowly circling his tongue around your clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking. You gasp and push your hips closer to him to the best of your ability. Swiss chuffs a laugh and wraps an arm tight around your midsection forcing you to keep still.
“See what I mean? Humans are so easy” he brings his lips to your ear pressing a kiss to it “Come on be a good little pet for him. All you have to do is lay there and take it.”
You threw your head onto his shoulder with a moan feeling Phantom’s tongue drag over your hole before carefully pushing in. Part of you wanted to kill Swiss for the little game he was playing, convincing Phantom to go so painfully slow that it had you shaking. The other part of you was too drunk on being brought to the edge and let down over and over again to stop him.
“Tastes fucking amazing.” He pulls back slightly to look up at Swiss for approval
“If you think that’s good, wait for lesson two.”
Phantom looked at him grinning wildly urging him to continue. His tail was beating against the side of the bed rhythmically.
Swiss smiles “Glamour your claws” Phantom does so immediately waiting for more “You’ve been with Cirrus you know what to do from here. Just take it slow, you don’t wanna break em.”
You have half a mind to curse Swiss but the thought quickly dies when you feel Phantom slide a finger inside of you “shit Phantom if you’re gonna touch me then touch me.” You try to cant your hips chasing any friction but Swiss holds you firmly in place.
“Filthy.” He laughs before removing his finger. He brings his hand to his mouth and wraps his tongue around his fingers groaning when he tastes you. He then all at once shoves two of his fingers into you. You cry out trying to snap your thighs shut but Swiss’ tail holds strong.
He tuts “How many times am I gonna have to tell you to go slow.”
Phantom's laugh sends a shiver through you “Aw come on I think they can handle something a little more.”
Swiss growls in warning. Phantom rolls his eyes but compiles, leisurely curling his fingers inside you. He applies pressure to your clit with the pad of his thumb as he drags his fingers against your walls searching for the sweet spot. You bite your lip to stifle the groans threatening to spill, but that quickly changes when he dips his head back down adding his tongue to the mix.
“Sing for him pet. Let him know just how good he is.” Swiss says as he presses kisses into your neck occasionally letting his fangs scrape the skin.
Your free hand shoots to his head grabbing a fist full of hair as he fingers you faster, tongue flicking over your clit in time with his thrusts. He moans at the feeling causing you to shiver at the added vibration. You let out a series of little groans and huffs as you feel yourself being pushed closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop. So fucking close.”
Swiss takes a deep breath and kisses a trail from your neck to your ear “I’ll make it up to you later.” He laughs and bites your lobe. Your brow furrows in confusion for a moment before he speaks again
“Hands off.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Phantom falters for a second not knowing who to listen to before he pulls back and sits up to look at Swiss. You whine pathetically, burying your face into the multi-ghoul’s neck feeling yourself clench around nothing.
“Time for lesson three. Humans go crazy for this one.” Swiss places a firm hand on your stomach. There’s a split second where you can smell ozone. You don’t have enough time to react before the feeling of pure pleasure ripples through you causing you to cum with a string of obscenities.
“What the fuck was that?” Phantom asks in awe looking from your dripping cunt to Swiss’ hand.
“You’re seriously telling me you’ve never once thought to use your quintessence like this?” Phantom shakes his head with a growing smile, fangs poking out of the bottom of his lip.
Swiss smiles and removes his hand from your stomach only to grab Phantom’s and place it there.
“Find the thread and isolate it.”
You can feel the quintessence spark to life on your skin, through your whole body filling every nerve with energy. This lasts for a few seconds before you’re screaming, arching against Swiss’ grasp as you feel nothing but pure overwhelming pleasure ripple through you. Phantom rips his hand away looking genuinely fearful for a moment.
Swiss just chuckles “Neat trick but save that one for Dew. Remember lesson one.”
“Humans are easy.” He says quietly
Swiss nods “All it takes is a little spark.”
You squirm in Swiss’ grasp when Phantom reaches for you again. He stops and folds his hand in his lap not sure what to do. You take a second to catch your breath, your mind fuzzy with the most intense orgasm of your life.
“You wanna stop just say the word.”
You felt like you were underwater. Everything was too much and too little. You needed more. This is why you kept coming to the ghoul den after all, you wanted your brains fucked out and unfortunately for you, you could still think. You settle back against Swiss chest still heaving
“Just lay there and take it right?” You let yourself go slack. Phantom sighs with relief upon seeing that he didn’t actually hurt you. He’s soft for about a second before he grabs your hips and looks you up and down.
“Can I try something?” His gaze flicks to Swiss.
“Depends. Does that something include what I’ve shown you?” He nods a growl forming deep in his throat.
“Consider it your final exam then.”
Phantom barks a laugh “And what if I fail?” The look in his eyes was wild as he squeezed your hips harder. He never removed his gaze from your waiting hole.
“Then I won’t share my toy with you anymore.” Swiss runs a hand up your body cupping and squeezing one of your breasts like he’s showing you off.
Phantom flicks his tongue out with a sick grin on his face that makes your heart speed up. He slowly brings the head of his cock to your entrance stopping only to seek Swiss’ approval. When he’s met with no resistance he pushes in with a guttural moan.
“Fucking shit are all humans this tight?” His chest heaves as he bottoms out pausing to give you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him. You throw your head back against Swiss’ shoulder squeezing your eyes shut. You didn’t even realize tears had fallen from the corners until you felt the fork of a tongue lick a stripe up your face. You let out a choked gasp when Phantom starts to move experimentally. He thrusts into you a few times before growling in satisfaction. He grips the leg not currently held by Swiss’ tail hard before throwing it over his shoulder to get a better angle.
Gone is the Phantom that cared about your comfort as he begins to pound into you like this is the last time he’ll ever have sex. Each thrust pushes you harder against Swiss, he grunts with each movement and you swear you can feel a wet spot on your back where his dick is pressed. You let a string of moans leave your throat as Phantom snaps his hips against yours muttering something in Infernal.
He sits back to watch himself fuck into you for a moment before removing his other hand from your hips. He slowly drags the tips of his claws up your abdomen, between your tits before coming to a stop at your throat. He tests the waters by wrapping his nimble fingers around your neck without any pressure. You gaze up at him with big pleading eyes that practically throw him over the edge. He begins to apply pressure to the sides of your throat, squeezing and releasing in time with his thrusts.
“Such a fucking freak. Risking your job to get some demon dick. I bet you’d like it if I did this.” He punctuates his sentence by squeezing hard around your neck and holding it, forcing you to open your mouth in a silent scream in an attempt to get air. He only releases the pressure when your eyes start to flutter closed with tears spilling out.
He laughs “I can see why you like fucking humans so much.” Swiss only groans in response too lost in his own haze of lust to keep up the role of teacher. He keeps his hand secure around your neck causing you to clench around him. He moans loud and low, hips faltering as his orgasm creeps closer to him.
Suddenly the air is once more filled with the smell of ozone as Phantom’s quintessence sparks to life. The pressure returns to your throat as you feel his magic course through every vein in your body. Your eyes snap open as you scream silently grabbing onto Swiss’ arm for support as your vision blurs from the lack of oxygen and the force of your orgasm.
“Look Swiss no hands.” He grunts as his brows furrow as he concentrates on fucking you through the waves of pleasure and keeping his quintessence flowing into you. Both his hands are squeezing bruises into your hips before suddenly you’re empty and all you can feel is his cum splashing onto your stomach practically reaching your chest.
He takes a brief moment to catch his breath before snapping his fingers. You take in a gulp of air as the feeling of the pressure around your neck disappears. You stare up at the ceiling chest heaving as you come down from your high.
“What the fuck was that?” Swiss asks in awe mirroring your own thoughts.
Phantom smiles proudly at the tone of the multi-ghouls voice “Told you I wanted to try something.”
“You’re so showing me how to do that.” This causes Phantom’s tail to beat against the side of the bed. There’s a bit of a dusty blush creeping onto his face.
“Can we please save the magical choking contest for another night? I think I’ll die if I cum again.” This earns a laugh and a sweet, chaste kiss from Swiss, but Phantom looks genuinely mortified. You feel a prickle of guilt reaching up with a shaky hand to guide his lips to yours. You give him a kiss before pulling back and kissing his nose. A purr kicks up in his chest immediately as he softens.
Swiss brings a hand to Phantom’s head and gives it a scratch “Now it's time for lesson four.”
You’re about to protest when you’re suddenly lifted by the multi-ghoul.
“Swiss what the hell?!”
“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t realize you wanted to lay in cum and sweat all night please forgive me”
You squeal and cling to his neck when he makes an over-exaggerated move to put you down “That's what I thought.” He presses a kiss to your forehead as he carries you to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, Phantom hot on his heels.
He gets the bath ready setting out all your favorite soaps and explaining to Phantom the use of bath salts. The tub is only big enough for two of you to soak comfortably so you end up curled against the quintessence ghoul as Swiss scrubs your hair from the side of the bath. Phantom hasn’t stopped purring or asking if everything was okay, that he didn’t hurt you. You attempt to quell the little ghoul’s worry with a few soft kisses to his chest. While this does shut him up, you’re well aware of the occasional pop of magic filling you with relaxation.
I’m going to kill Swiss for making him think I’d break you think to yourself, wait…oh shit Swiss.
You raise your head from Phantom’s chest and look at the multi-ghoul who was gathering towels for when the two of you were finished.
“What?” He tilts his head with a smile.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
Your eyes flick down to his half-hard dick. He chuckles when he realizes.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m a big ghoul I can take care of myself,” He kisses you before you can protest “Besides, I gotta have something left in me for when I walk back out there and Dew has inevitably eaten the rest of the stash.” You huff when he winks at you and resign yourself to cuddling with Phantom.
You two stay in the bath until the water cools, but at this point, you’re hardly conscious. The two ghouls have to practically drag you up and out of the tub and into some clothes. Phantom flops into the bed and pulls you close to him, wrapping his tail around your waist as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. Swiss presses a kiss to your temple and passes a hand through Phantom’s hair before throwing on his sweatpants and leaving the room. The last thing you hear before passing out is a muffled yelp and a “Told you he’d be pissed.”
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hey. did you guys know there's a shockingly sizable amount of lupin golf supplies with appropriate goofy ass art to match because
#i'll spare you the literal pages of golfballs with lupin's face on them (just know theyre out there) and. also a sexy fujiko golfclub bag??#sorry ik this isn't writing or anything but like. i need to clarify that i'm looking at the same thing everyone else is here.#lupin iii#lupin the third
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ᥫ᭡ — Ass Obsession
Artists — Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Music Submission from: Anonymous — “Whatchu doing out here wit all that ass baby?” With rafe, he’ll smack it in jeans, leggings, shorts, a skirt, in a DRESS. as long as he’s got his hands on your ass, he’ll grab it infront of his friends when you try to hand him the bottle of beer you brought back from the bar while he plays golf with topper at the country club, he’s so set he’s obsessed with it grabbing it and smacking when he fucks you nice and slow while you beg him to go faster, then he’ll make you ride it in reverse cowgirl while he controls it and he’ll put that ass to work 😫😫
Genre — Headcanons
Lyrics — Rafe who’s obsessed with your lovely ass and has to find a way to admire or smack it in every situation.
Music Advisory — fluff, light smut (17+), implied brat!tamer Rafe/ implied brat!reader, implied Dacryphilia kink, brief mention of recording sex, brief p in v scenes
Duration — 700 words
Words from Artist — My first Outer banks fic! I’m so excited to be sharing this fic with y’all. I’ve been wanting to write for obx for a while and now I’m finally doing it. Thank you anon for sending this in, I hope this fic finds you and that I wrote your request to your liking! Send me an ask and lmk how you feel about the fic. Always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!
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木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves smacking your ass in any type of clothing you wear. Wearing a pair of jeans or leggings that are sculpting your ass perfectly? He’s smacking it.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves when it’s a hot day in Outer Banks because he knows you’ll be wearing a pair of those tiny shorts that are only a few inches longer than your panties.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who enjoys watching you run around the beach in your bikini so he can admire the way your ass ripples with each step you take.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who’s happy when you decide to come to the gym with him and workout because he gets to watch you do squats in the TikTok leggings he bought for you that makes your ass look 10 times fatter.
When you’re in the zone, doing your third set of squats, you realize that you don’t hear the clanking of the bench press every so often when Rafe takes a break in between reps. You turn around to see what he’s doing and you see him standing behind you with his eyes honed in on your ass while biting his lower lip, making you playfully roll your eyes. “Rafe, aren’t you supposed to be working out?”
“I can’t concentrate with your ass moving like that in front of me.”
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who makes his lap your permanent seat. He wants to feel your soft cheeks against him, wrap his arms around your waist, and rub his hands on your thighs.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who makes your ass his permanent hand placement when out in public so he can scare men away and let them know your his and his only. When he notices a man staring at you he gives your flesh a firm squeeze to let him know you’re already taken.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves bringing you to the country club with him when he wants to play golf with his friends so he can watch you walk around in a tennis skirt that shows the bottom of your cheeks when a breeze flows by.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who asks you to grab his golfballs out of every hole after he sinks the ball so he can watch your pretty little ass on display as you bend over and pick it up.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who doesn’t mind grabbing your ass in front of his friends. He loves showing you off anyway and this just allows him to let his friends know what they’re missing out on. He loves bragging to Topper and Kelce about how many perks come with you being blessed in the backside region.
“She knows how to throw that shit back, I love putting that ass to work.” Rafe gloats with a glint in his eye, taking a swig of his beer as a flashback runs through his mind from last night from when he had you bent over his kitchen counter, begging him to go faster as he rails into you.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who thanks you for grabbing him a beer from the bar with a smack on the ass and a smirk before whispering in your ear that when you get home he’s gonna wear your ass out.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves fucking you nice and slow from behind, too mesmerized by watching your ass slam against his pelvis and how your pussy is eating his dick up to change his pace.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who makes you ride his dick in reverse cowgirl so he can cherish the view of round ass and control the way it moves against him because if he lets you take control you'll have him finishing too quick.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who sends a smack to your ass during sex each time you do something he loves, it a physical thing he does sometimes to let you know your pleasing him well instead of verbally praising you.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who punishes you when you're being bratty by bending you over and sending harsh slaps to your ass while feeling his dick get hard at the sight of eyes are filling with tears and how you're begging him to stop, even though you and him know that you don’t want to stop one bit.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who sometimes pulls out his phone and records mid-session when you're throwing it back. You’re doing so well that he just has to have this video for later when you aren’t around and he needs to jerk off for a quick release.
木 — Ass Obsessed!Rafe who loves pulling out of you when he’s close to cumming and finishes on your ass, spraying his sticky white cum on every inch of your skin as an act of marking his territory. It fills him with pride knowing that he’s the only one that’s ever gotten to see your ass in such a marvelous way and he would love to keep it that way.
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can you write something about female fight club then?
I'm standing like an unwanted shadow as Tyler bargains our way into soap based success. I have to hear her say things like:
"Well, a woman's touch helps."
"It just helps to know what the clientele want."
"Of course, the softest soap is what will sell best, who doesn't want soap that makes their hands delicate and gentle?"
All with this slight sarcastic turn, just enough to rustle the secret feminist wiles of the salewoman she's speaking to. To elucidate some sort of sexy danger, acknowledging the song and dance we're in and its artifice all the same.
We usually see them at fight club within a week or two.
I can't blame them. The mystery that is Tyler Durden combined with the chance to see her shirtless has seduced many women into having to cover up black eyes and broken lips. If anyone cared, there would be reports on a massive wave of physical abuse hitting women right now.
But there's not.
Tyler says, "They don't see anything different. To be a woman is to be a punching bag. They don't see any difference. They don't notice the fingerprints are, on average, smaller. They think it's natural. This is why the song and dance works."
The song and dance being, it is morning, and I'm in the kitchen using my reflection in our spoiled glass windows to apply a thin attempt at hiding my cranial bruising to my forehead. It will serve as the obligatory effort on the part of the battered woman to make herself slightly less unseemly and uncomfortable for others to be around, and in exchange, I would only lose my job if it was to interact with the public. My job is not to interact with the public. I do the due diligence of showing submission to the everpresent assumption I am for male consumption, I am not fired on the spot.
It is a song and dance because no one cares about the bruises themselves, only whether they've made me too ugly and complicated to work with. The makeup, which hides the worst of it, serves to show that yes sir, I roll over sir, I know I shouldn't be too annoying about this sort of thing, sir. I have no female colleagues who would bother to ask whether I was considering leaving.
The thing about fight club is, the first and second rules are that you don't talk about fight club. Tyler is very clear on this. However, this is mostly because we don't need to advertise. Any woman who expresses enough concern and anger at her coworker friend family's bruises finds her way here quick. It keeps us focused.
Tyler says, "If we were men, we could walk around with the truth of us bare on our skin. I know this because I do, every night I play the part of the genteel waiter at the Pressman Hotel." Many women had met Tyler at work. Many women had been warned away from the lobster bisque by Tyler. Her guerilla warfare was mostly targeted.
"Instead," Tyler says, "you have to cake yourself in makeup just to keep your jobs. Your bruises are still visible, but you're fired if you have no shame about it. What does that tell you about your place in the world?"
Some women, I know, go deep. Buy up land and live on it in communes. No one cares if your dogsitter or caretaker for the grandmother you never visit has bruises. No one's there to witness it. These invisible jobs, they get snapped up like candy. The women already in it, they teach the others, little post-club instructionals. They escape enough to shed the obligation.
It does not escape any of us that these jobs are less stable, that the options are to play the game or be beholden to gigs.
Hold back your teeth and spit.
I'm finished in the kitchen by the time Martin trundles down the stairs, all waifish and giggly. He sees me, he makes sure to tell me he'll be around again in a few days. We could hit golfballs at the factory while complaining about our dads again.
I don't tell him I want to rip his dick off and shove it down his throat. I do not tell him, he is ruining my life, taking up Tyler's time. I do not tell him, I would rather die than actively share Tyler with you, even on the most platonic level. I would rather use my own sinew to sew your mouth shut just so you couldn't speak to her.
I'm not going to play your stupid games, Martin.
He shrugs.
"Hey," he says. "Are you still going to ovarian cancer?"
No.
"You can have it, you know," he says. "That was the deal. I get bowel cancer, blood parasites, meth recovery, you get ovarian cancer, brain parasites, skin cancer. We share gut parasites. That was the agreement."
Again, I do not tell Martin that last time I went to ovarian cancer, the basement was empty except for Marge, who hugged me close enough that I could see the now unshaved hairs on her chin and told me about a little get together that happens on Saturdays, one that gave her more of a sense of purpose than crying about lost motherhood ever did. Martin might see me follow the rules but he doesn't get to know where I'm breaking them.
"Whatever," he says.
Then my life is significantly better, because Martin has left the house.
Then my life is signficantly better, because Tyler comes down the stairs in her boxer briefs. I stare in a sort of deadeyed way, like I'm trying to pretend it's insomnia that has my eyes glued to her hips.
"My eyes are up here," Tyler says. "You're so hopeless." She says it with immense satisfaction. I know she gets off on seeing me zombified by her instead of society. I get off on it, too.
"Good luck at work today," she says, buttoning up my shirt. Theoretically, I had it unbuttoned to avoid staining it with concealer. Realistically, it's because her fingers brushing against my bare chest make my heart stutter in a way I'd love to die from. Tyler burned my last remaining bra soon after I moved in. The rest had gone up in flames with my condo. No one at work has noticed because they try to avoid looking at me in the first place.
My mouth is wet. I'm a bit wet. I hope Tyler is. She sends me out the door, I'm erroneously hoping the sight of me in my business casual is enough to warrant some sexual exploration before she sleeps til five.
I think about fight club. It is now only three days away, closer by the hour.
Tyler makes me feel like a megalomaniac.
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So. This got photographed, because I finally blocked the IP address (bye Felicia) but I can’t stop laughing at how little this “anon” has bothered to disguise her writing style. Oh, this asker uses the word Kenobist like it’s a clever insult and writes like Sheev Palpatine having a quick fap over his own perceived superiority between meetings, just WhO cOulD iT bE?
(Golly gee whiz, Domina, that “block” didn’t last very long. I’d bet my left buttcheek you don’t know where the block button is, just as you don’t know how to work the tag or content filters.)
But thanks for confirming that you’ve never darkened the doorstep of any university with a decent engineering department, if any university at all. Nor have you ever spoken with an engineer, because if you had, you’d realize that a decent majority of engineers have Big Himbo Energy. The engineering fraternity house at my college looked like the house in Flubber before the dean made them take their little machines down. I briefly dated an engineering student with a 4.1 Honors GPA who bought a shitbox car and souped it up to drive in drag races on weekends; I broke up with him after the first date because he drove the car up to my parents’ house and showed it off to my entire family while it was literally smoking and leaking oil on their driveway. A meteorologist - basically a weather engineer - who worked with my father once ran out, bare-headed, into a storm of golfball-sized hail because, and I quote him verbatim, “HOT DAMN I WAS RIGHT, LEMME GET A SAMPLE!”
And…you’re saying that’s NOT Anakin Skywalker? “Modified the Twilight until it was practically unflyable for anyone but him” Anakin? “Ran face first into a lightning attack because he didn’t think his strategy through” Anakin? “Did not realize his wife was pregnant after regularly SpaceTiming her for months, lifting her up and twirling her, AND full-body hugging her” Anakin? “Had a prophetic dream where Padme was still having labor pains after giving birth to one baby and interpreted that to mean she was dying and not GIVING BIRTH TO THE OTHER TWIN” Anakin? THAT Anakin, from the high canon Lucas movies, which you have most definitely watched front to back?
You underestimate the power of your own blorbo, Domina. Anakin Skywalker can be both a mentally unstable himbo AND an engineering prodigy, and in fact, HE IS. And I would think that his number-one stan would be the first to point out that those two very different facets of his personality lend depth to his character. But, then again, I am talking to the idiot who drags Obi-Wan Kenobi into every conversation, even in other fandoms, and then accuses everyone ELSE of being obsessed, so I suppose I should not expect that very basic level of perception from you.
Oh, and also? Thanks for that extra boost of motivation! Now my plans to get my computer fixed have been moved up, because I intend to write even MORE Himbokin Skywalker, just to spite you! Mission Failed Successfully, HUZZAH!
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the way tennis ball is treated by the fandom enrages me, I am his number one fan, defender, AND supporter
he isnt a SIMP or just golfballs assistant or whatever you all want tO SAY ABOUT HIM he is his own character and he’s smart and capable and such a silly billy i am so exhausted of people calling him a simp just because he’s a good friend like have you guys never seen a funky little fellow care for his friend
every episode that drops that people add to a “tb simp compilation” makes me want to scream and shout nobody GETS HIM LIKE I DO
And I also sometimes blame the writing because why is he always just adding onto what golfball says or agreeing with her please jnj please I understand that they have been the duo for so long but you cannot just use him to build up golfball let him be his own guy
I hold tpot 8 and bfdia 8 & 9 because those are the only episodes since like. mid bfdi (which isn’t even that good imma be so real) where tb isn’t just gb’s friend and he’s actually with other people and saying other things and EVEN THEN, he’s talking about how he’s not as good as her or someone ELSE is talking about how he’s not as good as her why is he so golfball centric I need him to be his own character before I go insane
anyway tennis ball and pen kiss eachother send ask
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To be young and in love
Summary: After Y/n Henderson finally gets asked out on a date by Eddie Munson, how is her brother going to react to it all?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader
Song: Photograph by Cody Fry / When he sees me by Sara Bareilles (cause it fits the first date jitters scene)
Warning: Dustin being annoyingly gross, the stranger things kids cussing a lot as usual
Word count: 2.7k+ words
A/n: Didn't think I was gonna write a pt.2 but I really wanted to write Dustin's reaction cause who doesn't love a protective younger brother<3
Part 1 / Part 2
Like clockwork, Hawkins high ends their day with the ring of the school bell. The school grounds get filled with students rushing their way off of the premises.
During these times, Dustin waits by the parking lot, expecting for his sister to appear to take him home. Only this time, it was only your bike waiting outside for him.
"Where the hell is Y/n?" Dustin muttered as he looked around for a glimpse of you.
"Isn't that her bike, over there?" Lucas pointed out at the lone vehicle sitting idly in its lot.
Dustin nodded as he let out a sigh, "Where would she even go?" He turned to face his friends, arms crossed and confusion laid out on his face.
His question was left unanswered by both his friends who seemed distracted by something behind him.
"What are you guys looking at?" He turned around, and the scene before him seemed to have answered his question.
There you were, striding down the hill with Eddie by your side. You two were too engulfed in your own world to even notice the heavy stares coming from the three boys. Both your hands intertwined as you both made your way to the school.
Mike started to wonder aloud, "Why are they-"
The boy fell silent when he saw Eddie bring your entangled hands to his lips and gave it a kiss. You grinned with an evident blush growing on your cheeks. He unclasped your hands before you both said your goodbyes to one another. You waved Eddie goodbye as he sent a flying kiss towards you. You could only giggle lightly at the flirty exchange as you watched him retreat to his van.
Dustin's mouth was agape and his eyes were practically the size of golfballs. He was trying his best to process the new information. But it was hard for him to wrap his head around it.
Lucas chimed in, "Did Eddie just-"
"Yup." Dustin replied bluntly
Mike added,"And your sister-"
"Uhuh."
Lucas was trying his best to not laugh at Dustin's reaction. Mike was having a similar reaction to Lucas but it was more subtle.
The three watched as you tread your way to your motorbike. You were too lost in your thoughts about Eddie to even notice that the boys saw the whole exchange.
You reached your bike and leaned on the seat with an absent-minded smile. Your eyes locked at the direction Eddie drove off in. The heartful bliss in your chest made you feel like the happiest girl in hawkins. You were finally going on a date with the guy of your dreams.
Unfortunately the bliss was soon replaced with the feeling that you were being watched. You looked away from the road and towards the school. The grin was still rooted on your lips when you spotted your brother and his friends. All three of them staring at you with an odd look.
You started to walk towards them, having no idea that they just saw what happened.
"Hey Dustin, you ready to go?" You asked him cautiously when you noticed he was in a sort of trance-like shock.
When he didn't respond, you turned to look at Lucas. "What's wrong with him?"
Lucas tried to respond but a snorting laugh came from his throat instead.
You were about to ask Mike when you realized asking Lucas was useless when he was too busy laughing to actually talk. But Dustin spoke up before you couldn't even get a word in.
"Are you and Eddie dating now?" He blurted out. His voice was monotone. He didn't exactly know how to feel about it.
"Wait what?" You nervously chuckled at your brother's question. Oh god, don't tell me he saw me and Eddie-
Dustin pointed out. "I saw you and Eddie."
Is he a telepath now?
You scratched the back of your neck, you honestly didn't know what to do in this situation. Were you supposed to console him? Ignore it? Convince him that it's a good thing? You didn't know, it was hard to figure it out when Dustin wasn't exactly showing any sign of emotion.
Even with the large crowd surrounding you guys, you could almost hear him breath. They were slow and shaky breaths, which only concerned you further.
You reached out to him gently, "Dustin, let's just-"
"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LET EDDIE-"
Your hand immediately flew to his mouth to drown out his yelling. But the majority of that sentence was heard by the crowd and now nearly half of the school's eyes were on you.
You chuckled a nervous laugh as you faced the crowd, "Don't listen to my brother, he's just a bit tired out from school, that's all." You grinned anxiously as you started to drag Dustin to your bike with your hand still clasped over his mouth.
You looked to Mike and Lucas and sent them an apologetic grin, "Make sure you boys get home safe, alright?"
The two nodded with an impish grin as they waved you goodbye. They watched as Dustin struggled to get your strong grip off his mouth.
Just as you were about to reach the bike, you felt a sudden wet feeling in your hand and immediately screeched when you realized what it was.
"Dustin! What the fuck?!" You cringed as you started to wipe off the saliva from your hand onto Dustin's shirt.
"Gross! Don't wipe it on me!" Dustin protested as he started to push your hand away.
"It's your saliva! Not mine!" You argued as you got the rest of it off your hand.
You huffed a sigh as you sat on your bike, placing on your helmet and waiting for Dustin to do the same.
"Well you didn't mind it when Eddie kissed your hand!" Dustin voiced as he followed your actions. Taking the seat behind you and rooting his hands on your shoulders to keep himself from falling off.
"He kissed it, you licked it. Two VERY different things, Dipshit." You elaborated as you started the bike and began to drive off.
"Whatever, he still did it." Dustin added with a frown.
You hesitated in chosing your words, worried that if you said the wrong ones, Dustin would go berserk and you would crash. "Well you might have to get used to it."
His grip on your shoulders tightened, "What do you mean by that?"
"I'm just saying that there's a possibility you might be seeing more of Eddie than you usually do." You hinted as you drove by the thick woods.
"Wait...so you're telling me you're dating him now?!" Dustin questioned, peaking his head over your shoulder to get a view of your face.
"Well, we're technically going on our first date tonight-"
"You've never told me you even liked Eddie, let alone wanted to date him." Dustin muttered, he was mostly lost in thought. Maybe he missed a few details during his elementary years when you were still in highschool with Eddie.
You mentioned Eddie a few times during those years but he thought nothing of it. Whenever Eddie would ask about you, he thought it was because he was just curious if you remembered him or anything.
"You never asked. And besides, did you tell me when you first decided to start dating Suzie?" You inquired, hoping to make him see your side of the story a little better.
"No, I didn't, but this is different. I'm friends with Eddie and-"
"You don't want neither of us to get hurt and ruin things at home and at hellfire club. Is that it?" You pointed out without even hesitating.
You've thought about the whole dynamic a few times, maybe even more than a few times, and you knew the risks but the end made it all worth it.
Even though you couldn't see him, you knew Dustin agreed with your statement completely.
"I know that Eddie plays an important role in your life right now. From the way you talk about him, I know how much you value his friendship. But I promise you, that nothing is going to ruin that if he and I date. Maybe it'll get even better, who knows? You're just going to have to trust me, Dusty." You assured him the best you could.
There was this pause of silence. It felt deafening. If only you could read minds, telepathy would be a pretty great power to have. And that's coming from a person who saw it happen first-hand.
You were worried that Dustin wouldn't approve. Even though his reply wouldn't affect your plans for the night, having Dustin's approval would be better.
You were closing in on your street and you were worried that once you got home, Dustin would lock you out of his room and ignore you for the rest of the week. You didn't want your little brother resenting you in any way. It would break your heart.
Dustin reluctantly sighed, "Fine, I trust you. As long as you're happy then I'm fine with that. But if Eddie does anything to hurt you, say the word and he's Demogorgon food."
You bursted out laughing with relief, "Don't worry, Dusty. I'll make sure to keep that in mind."
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It was nearing 7 pm and you were looking in the mirror, trying to see if there was anything out of place. After trying to fix that one stray hair for the fifth time tonight you let out a groan of frustration. Your anxiety was eating you up.
What if he doesn't like what I'm wearing?
What if he changed his mind and stands me up?
What if he realizes I'm just a mess and runs the other way?
You didn't realize it, but you were pacing around your room back and forth like a nervous wreck. Fortunately your mind strayed from those thoughts when you heard a knock on your door.
You opened the door to reveal your younger brother. He had this thing lipped smile, as if it was an awkward moment for him.
"So uh, I think Eddie just pulled up, thought you should know." He muttered before heading to the living room.
You let out a sigh in attempt to get all of the nervousness out of you. "You're fine, it'll go great and you'll have nothing to worry about" You whispered to yourself before following Dustin into the living room.
Your mom who was watching TV in the living room looked up at the two of you with curiosity, "Oh! Y/n/n, you look so beautiful, sweetheart. That Munson boy will be so lucky. Have fun on your date."
You grinned at your mom with a grateful smile, "Thanks mom, I will."
Just as you were about to walk away, you could faintly hear her whisper to herself, "Oh to be young and in love again."
And on cue, the door bell rang. You and Dustin shared a look you before you both raced to the door. Unfortunately Dustin was a few steps ahead of you so he beat you to it.
He pulled the door open to reveal Eddie standing at their doorstep. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and it seems that he lost the battle vest and stuck with his leather jacket. You even noticed that he styled his hair a bit, making his curls more visible.
All your insecurities washed away when you saw the way his eyes lit up at the sight of you.
"Y/n." He breathed out. He looked almost speechless. His heavy gaze left you a blushing mess. You felt like you were going to melt on the spot.
"Eddie." You too were speechless, you still couldn't believe that you were going on a date with Eddie. Freaking. Munson.
Dustin rolled his eyes feeling like he didn't have to see this interaction, "And Dustin? Now that we're all acquainted, let's get this over with."
His words broke the little trance both you and Eddie were in. You nearly forgot that Dustin was even there.
Eddie shook his head with a laugh as he looked at Dustin, "How's it going, Henderson?"
"Good, as long as you get her back home by 10 pm." Dustin voiced out with a serious tone.
You laughed at Dustin's words while Eddie chuckled a nervous laughter. Not knowing whether he was being serious or not.
Eddie went on to face you and grinned a blissful smile. He glanced over to Dustin before leaning in towards you to whisper something, "You look absolutely gorgeous by the way. And someone as gorgeous as you deserves flowers, even if they could never compare to how you look tonight." He smirked as he handed you the bouquet.
You could feel your face turn red and you honestly didn't mind because you were too flustered to even care, "Didn't realize you were such a poet, Munson." You giggled lightly as you took in the scent of the flowers.
You let out a small gasp of disbelief when you realized that they were same flowers you mentioned liking around 4 years ago. You grinned at the sentiment, "You remembered."
Eddie grinned, how could he forget? He knew how much you liked those flowers because he knew they reminded you of your favourite place in all of Hawkins. There's this place deep inside the forest that's just flooded with flowers, not a lot of people know about it. The scent brought lots of memories to you.
"I'm gonna put them in some water, just wait here." You grinned as you left the two boys to their own devices. Not knowing that Eddie was going to get the lecture of his life.
Now that you were gone, Dustin took the opportunity to give Eddie a piece of his mind.
"Listen Eddie, you may be older and much stronger than me. But if you hurt Y/n in any way, insult her or make her feel like shit. I will bring the wrath of 6 teenagers with me, one of them is someone you really don't want to mess with. That one being me. So you better treat her like she's the greatest person in the world because she is to me."
Eddie knew you meant a lot to Dustin. He knew he looked up to you and cared a lot about you. But he never knew just how much. He understood what he was doing and promised himself to not mess up. If he did, he'd never forgive himself.
"Don't worry, Henderson. I promise I won't ever hurt her. If I did, you have my full permission to beat the sense into me. I'll do everything in my power to make sure she's happy, I promise." Eddie spoke in complete honesty. He'd do anything for you. If he could, he'd probably block out the sun if it was too harsh on you.
Dustin knew Eddie wasn't the type to play with anyone's feelings so he knew he was telling the truth. But even with that, he knew he wasn't lying because he saw the way he looked at you, full of awe and admiration. As uncomfortable as it was to admit, Eddie Munson liked his sister and his sister liked him.
He gave Eddie a nod of approval, silently saying that he trusted him enough to go on a date with his sister. Before Dustin could say anything else, he was interrupted by your arrival.
"Okay, I'm ready, let's go shall we?" You beamed at Eddie. Your previous nervousness was replaced with a sparking excitement.
Eddie smiled an adorable grin your way as he held out a hand to you. "Yes, we shall, M'lady."
You stepped out of the house and as you walked down the lawn, you turned to Dustin who was watching you two strolled away. "We promise to be back by 10!"
Dustin chuckled as he nodded, "You better!"
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Don't mind if I do
So far, this game is really well written, I can feel the love and attention that went into this game and it improves upon what I’ve come to expect from Pela and their game creation process.
The faux pixelated art style sets up a feeling that starkly differentiates “The Bloody Cultist” from both “Loveless Biker Boys” and “Wild Biker Boys”, making the player immediately immersed into the story that Ewwabug is trying to tell.
The music on the soundtrack was not specifically made for “The Bloody Cultist” but it might as well have been with how perfectly every single song fit with every single scene. In short, every song is a banger and is going into my personal playlists.
Even if the story at this point in time is not fully developed it is still very much alive and vibrant with what little the demo offers. It makes me very excited for the future of this game, and for the future of Pela’s work.
And now to my least favorite part: The criticisms.
The majority of my criticisms lay with the language, or whoever was beta reading the game. While I think it’s really exciting and refreshing that Sanya/Alex includes Russian words and phrases in his speech I feel there is a way to better and more cleaner way incorporate it into the text.
A couple of examples being listed above and how I would personally re-write it in the alt text. While I was reading through the game I felt like I was speaking with two golfballs in my cheeks, not a good sign.
A minor nitpick of mine being the raw pronunciations of the Russian words being slapped right into the text, it makes Sanya feel downplayed and weak. I hate to compare it to this but it feels like an Animal Crossing catchphrase rather then a phrase…
I feel this could be fixed just by adding the words how they are supposed to be written naturally and the dictionary be repurposed to provide the raw pronunciations but, hey, I’m no game developer nor someone who speaks Russian soo,,,
(Side note: Sorry it took me so long to play this game I was genuinely really depressed for a bit. Uhm, don’t expect me to draw anything soon, or at least nothing good for awhile. Sorry about that :(
#thisisaveryelaborateshitpost#the bloody cultist#ramble ramble ramlllwr#I don’t mean this to be rude I’m sorry if it comes off that way#I just like to talk about things that interest me
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Hello and welcome to my blog!
I guess I should start by saying that this place is a mess. I hardly ever tag stuff, and when I do, it's usually me rambling or gushing. I reblog literally anything that catches my eye or makes me laugh, so if you follow me, you can expect an absolute hodge-podge of stuff, including adult-themed, NSFW posts.
THAT BEING SAID
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~concerning commissions~
I will open 5 slots every year. There's more information and my TOS in the link above.
Concerning my fanworks:
My fanfictions are a hobby, and I work on them when and if I have time + energy. I'll post a list below the cut if you're interested. Also, I draw sometimes, mostly Sans, unfortunately XD
Please mind the tags if you do, most of what I write is explicit and can get quite dark.
Current ongoing fics:
UNDERTALE/DELTARUNE
Adventures In Temmie-Sitting: Underswap romcom. Multiple OcXCanon pairings. My most self-indulgent story.
The Rainbone- Zone: Ongoing porn with plot involving Ink!Sans, a female reader-insert, and Error!Sans.
Skittle Friend-zone: Prequel to The Rainbone-Zone
Rainbone-Zone Shorts: Intermediate short stories that take place in The Rainbone-Zone.
Slave To The Fallen Stars: The Star Sanses become corrupted in their pursuit of you... Trust no one.
Static Malevolence: Nightmare and Error have a problem... it's you, you dirty hacker. (There's a lot of mindlessly indulgent porn in this one)
The Parasite Files: Something strange happens when Sans takes you dimension hopping. His memories are foggy... it's probably fine. (This one's an erotic horror, please mind the tags.)
Kinktober 2022- The Dumpster-Fire Edition: Just what it says. Kinktober, so, lots and lots of skeleton/monster smut. MIND THE TAGS.
Your Boyfriend
In Darkness- A yOur bOyfriend smut series: A collection of explicit smutty one-shots involving Reader and the yandere-golfball head, Your Boyfriend.
Gravity Falls
One More Chance: You think your life is about to end. Fate has other plans for you... or something like that. NSFW. Tags will be updated.
Finished/One-shots/Commissioned Stories
Gravity Falls
Just A Hug: A short SFW one-shot. Stanley PinesXReader
False Hope: A short SFW one-shot. Ford PinesXReader
Blind Date: A SFW one-shot. Ford PinesXReader
The Scenic Route: A short SFW one-shot. Stanley PinesXReader
Pent Up: A NSFW One-shot. Ford PinesXReader
Undertale/Deltarune fics
A Rivalry Is Just A Slippery Slope To Obsession- Commissioned work. Explicit one-shot.
Meant to Be~: Commissioned work. NSFW.
Crimson Anxiety: Commissioned work. NSFW.
Lolo At Fault: Commissioned work. NSFW.
Tangled With The Dark: Commissioned work. NSFW.
No Strings Attached: One-shot. SFW.
Content Creator-less: One-shot. NSFW.
Kinktober 2020-Disaster edition: Completed. NSFW
Glass Heart: Completed. NSFW.
Dream Catches, Nightmare Snares: Commissioned work. NSFW.
Photographs and Memories: Commissioned work. SFW.
My Heart On A Life Line: Completed. NSFW.
Stars In Your Eyes: One-shot. SFW
How to Tame Your Human: One-shot. NSFW.
Since When Were You The One In Control?: One-shot. NSFW.
Kinktober-2019: Completed. NSFW.
Lucid Dreamer's Dilemma: Completed. NSFW.
Royal Cream Pie: One-shot. NSFW.
Royal Bones: One-shot. NSFW.
Riding The Edge: One-shot. NSFW.
Just A Box Of Rain: One-shot. SFW.
Spooky Month
Magically Delicious: One-shot. NSFW
Your Boyfriend/Raft/Angry Boy Pedro
Possession: One-shot. NSFW.
FNAF: Security Breach
Until Death~ One-shot. NSFW.
My Hero Academia
Attention, Everyone: Commissioned work. NSFW.
#Masterlist#Hopefully all the links work#This is an 18+ blog#MDNI#Lord this took forever#Updated with Gravity Falls stories
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Unreal Reality (and it's sequel! Another Unreal Reality!) Is a book series with over 100k words. It follows the typical gameshow plot but with a darker theme. It has Queer inclusive characters, a deep plot, great representation for all LGBTQ members and a fun colorful cast of contestants! With many mysteries to be uncovered! It is recommended for a 16+ audience.
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Writing request! Phantom being a soft little attention whore and doing everything to get the flustered GN!Reader's attention? Doesn't need be NSFW, Phantom just wants some cuddle time.
Anon I need to thank you for adding fuel to my Phantom obsession
Also ignore how long this got
Tags: none! Just good old fluff
My request are currently open !
You had gotten to dinner later than normal because of some overflow work you were assigned. Being Sister Imperator’s assistant had its perks, but most of the time it left you with a stack of paper the size of your torso. That’s how you ended up displaced in the dining hall. Where you normally sat with the other Siblings who have been at the Ministry for a decent amount of time was crowded. You couldn’t justify trying to worm your way in. So you took up an open spot with some of the newer Siblings at the end of the hall. You were engrossed in your own world trying to get your brain to stop buzzing for the better part of the meal, only occasionally answering some questions or clearing up misunderstandings that you may have overheard. That was until you heard snickering. You looked up and noticed that the ghouls of The Ghost Project were seated at a table not far from yours. You also noticed that one of them, the quintessence ghoul by the looks of it, was approaching while Dew and Swiss tried and failed to hide their amusement.
The Siblings you were seated with forgot about any conversations that might've been going on when the ghoul came to a stop at the head of the table, his tail wagging rapidly. The mask may have hidden his face, but his mood was clear as day. Everyone at the table looked at him with wide wonder-filled eyes. You just cocked your head at him with a small smile. His tail beat faster if that was even possible.
“I couldn’t help but overhear some of you have never seen ghoul magic before.” He smiled so wide his fangs were peeking out from his lips. Some of the Siblings made small noises in affirmation too wonderstruck to formulate a proper response.
“Well lucky for you I learned a new trick! Do you wanna see it?” All it took was one nodding their head for him to clap his hands together “Great! I’ll need a volunteer though.”
You had never seen people move so quickly in your life. Each one of the Siblings was leaning over one another to get closer to the ghoul in hopes they’d be picked. He just laughed and held up his hands in a passive gesture.
“Alright okay, how about…you!”
The ghoul motions to the Sibling closest to him. He nods his head eagerly and waits for whatever instruction. The ghoul reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder. The air smells like ozone for a brief moment and you can hear a faint static noise as you watch tiny purple sparks dance to life and connect the two. Everyone at the table seems to be holding their breath watching with an intensity you don’t even see during Black Mass. You huff a little amused laugh and eat while you watch the display.
When the ghoul removes his hand the Sibling is staring at him in awe as he beams down at him. There’s a confused murmur through the group and out of instinct you answer their questioning
“Telepathy. Some quint ghouls have that ability.”
It’s almost humorous how casually you talk about demons and magic. It goes quiet for a moment. You look up from your plate to see all of the Siblings and the ghoul staring at you. His mouth was half open and it was only then did you realized you definitely just interrupted him. You panic internally for about a second before you notice his tail never stopped wagging. He made a move to walk over to your spot at the table, but he didn’t get very far before he was yanked backward with a yelp.
“Stop bothering the Siblings and eat your food before it gets cold or else you get leftovers in the den.” You recognized the voice of Cirrus from under the mask.
The moment he was gone, they all began questioning the man who was lucky enough to be chosen. He tried his best to describe it, but it was obvious he was floundering under the attention. You weren’t completely exhausted yet so you decided to throw him a bone and began to explain what you knew of ghoul magic and some of the things you’ve seen it do. However, the entire time you spoke you couldn’t help but notice the little quintessence ghoul hadn’t taken his eyes off you once. Every time he realized you were looking back, he would wave and smile broadly, and every single time Dew and Swiss would tease him. You couldn’t help but laugh at the display, it was pretty cute seeing how excited he got.
After you had finished and decided you had enough conversation for one night, you stood to leave, bidding everyone at the table a nice night. You made it approximately five feet out of the dining hall before you felt a clawed hand on your wrist. You stopped and turned to face none other than the little quintessence ghoul. His purring was filling the otherwise quiet hallway.
You cock your head with a smile not quite reaching your tired eyes.
“Need something…?”
“Phantom.” He grinned.
“Phantom.”
He trilled happily “Say it again.”
You huffed a laugh and took your hand from his grasp “Answer my question first.”
He took his helmet off, shook his hair out, and looked at you with bright eyes, cheeks dusted a deeper purple.
“Can I spend the night with you?” His tail wagged as he waited for your answer.
That was not what you were expecting him to say if you were being honest with yourself. You had been at the Ministry for years now, so random demons offering a night of sin was nothing surprising. What was surprising was just how forward he was. Usually, it took the new ghouls a bit of time to gain that level of confidence and interest in the humans of the Ministry.
When the silence dragged his face flustered deeper.
“That’s not what I meant dear Sibling…I mean well not unless you’re offering.”
You smile amused at the way his voice pitched higher awkwardly, you almost feel bad for your response.
“Not tonight Phantom. I’m exhausted from work.”
“Oh! Well that’s fine we can just—“
“I meant no to both sweetheart.”
The wag of his tail faltered as his purring got softer. You didn’t miss the brief flash of disappointment in his expression before he tried to hide it. He lightly shook his head causing his earrings to jingle.
“Well…can I walk with you to your room?”
You laughed “Sure I don’t see why not.”
“Great!” He immediately grabbed your hand and started walking down the hallway. You gave a light tug on his hand. He looked at you with a little ‘mmrr?’ sound.
“Uh, Phantom…my room is that way.” You pointed to the right with your other hand.
He smiled awkwardly making a noise of affirmation and turned to the direction you pointed to and began walking with your hand still in his. He definitely has not gotten used to his otherworldly strength because he was practically dragging you behind him. Eventually, you gathered your footing and were able to walk side by side. He kept glancing at you as he walked and would startle every time you caught him.
When you arrived at the door to your room you dropped his hand ready to say goodnight. Before you could squeak even one word out he wrapped you in a tight but quick hug. You rolled your eyes with a smile and hugged him back with a pat on his back. When he let go you opened your door and stepped in but not before turning around to him.
“Goodnight Phantom.”
You began to close the door and noticed that he tilted his head to keep looking at you until it was completely closed.
You smiled at the closed door for a moment before going about your before-bed routine. You flopped onto the horde of fluffy pillows and blankets and let the events of the day replay in your head. You let out a sigh feeling content at finally having a moment to yourself. It’s not that you didn’t like sitting with the new Siblings, but it felt more like babysitting or hanging out with a coworker. Then you thought to Phantom. You smiled to yourself. New ghouls were always so much fun, they were always so curious about everything Earth had to offer. It was even better when they finally got used to the company of humans and began seeking interactions. You would be lying if you said you didn’t find his behavior a bit endearing already. You had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time Phantom followed you back to your room.
Turns out, that came much earlier than you expected. You had woken up a bit before your alarm and decided to just accept your fate and get up and ready for the day. When you opened your door to leave, you immediately tripped over something. The mass in front of your door let out a surprised yelp. You caught yourself before falling. When you turned around you were met with the sight of Phantom slowly sitting up rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“G’moring.” He said with a yawn that ended in a whine.
“Phantom I did you…did you sleep there all night?”
“Yeah, why?” He asked it so casually with a hint of genuine confusion.
You stared at him bug-eyed
“Why? You weren’t kicked out of the ghoul den already were you?”
He cocked his head raising an eyebrow
“Uhh no? I wanted to walk with you to breakfast but then I realized I didn’t know how early you got up and then I realized I usually sleep late. So naturally the solution was to sleep right here.” He emphasized his statement by tapping the floor with his tail causing the piercings to scrape against the stone.
You laughed with a mix of amusement and disbelief “Naturally.”
You held out your hand to him and he took it eagerly. You helped him up and he hugged you again. As you two walked to the dining hall, he wrapped his tail around your wrist. With how early it was there weren’t many people at breakfast which you didn’t mind. It was mostly older Siblings and a few Clergy ghouls. The Siblings gave you knowing looks and you just rolled your eyes in amusement. The only other band ghoul that was present was Cirrus. When she noticed the way Phantom was leaning practically on top of you she came over.
“Bug I think you’re suffocating the dear Sibling.”
You shook your head as he whined “It’s fine Cirrus I don’t mind.” You reached up to scratch behind his pointed ears for emphasis. His tail beat heavily against the bench as a loud purr kicked up in his chest.
“Alright alright but if he does start bothering you, you know where to find me.” She said with amusement.
“I can handle myself” you grinned at her “I know how to handle a ghoul.”
Her tail flicked playfully behind her as she turned to go back to where she had sat.
You finished breakfast rather quickly after that and untangled Phantom’s tail from your arm making him pout. You apologized and gave him a quick explanation of your job as Sister Imperator’s assistant and why you had to go so suddenly. He seemed to accept it despite his dejected look. You ruffled his hair and bid him a good day which caused him to brighten a bit.
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Apparently Phantom didn’t quite accept your explanation. Your task for the day, after finishing the paperwork you didn’t get to yesterday, was to run around the Ministry delivering said paperwork to whomever it applied to. Somehow every corner you turned you bumped into Phantom. At first, he would apologize, give your hand a squeeze, and then walk off to do his own chores, but after he realized you didn’t seem to be getting annoyed with the ‘coincidences’ he simply started to follow you around. He kept his distance for a bit genuinely not wanting to interfere with your job, but every time you turned and caught his eye and didn’t tell him off he would creep closer.
By the end of the day, he was practically your personal escort, walking side by side with you asking you questions just to hear you talk with his tail curled idly around your arm. Little did you know, that soon became your new daily routine. You would wake up to him waiting eagerly outside your door so you could walk to the dining hall together. He would disappear for a bit to speed through his own chores before coming to find you no matter what task Imperator had you up to. When you finished you two would then go to the dining hall for dinner where you’d make faces and hand gestures to each other from the tables while the ghoul pack and your friends respectively tease you both. It didn’t take much longer before he started to sleep over every so often.
As the months crawled on and the first tour date came closer you began to see less of him which made your heart oddly heavy. You tried, and failed, to not think too much about it. You obviously didn’t like him, he was just being friendly. You saw the way he interacted with the other ghouls and some other Siblings or the way he acted when you would sneak a peek at rehearsals. He was just affectionate! He liked attention! But he only walked with you. He only got up early to meet you. He only looked at you doing dinner. He only followed you back to your room. And his purring helped you sleep so much better than any weighted blanket. And the way his tail always betrayed his emotions. And how his eyes always lit up when he spotted you. And maybe your heart skipped a beat when he once confided in you after a rough rehearsal saying that you made him feel grounded.
Aw, shit was all you could think as you felt your cheeks heat and the list of reasons grew. You shook your head slightly to clear it and returned to the task at hand. You had been working on a massive project for Imperator that needed to be finished before the band went on tour. It’s taken up practically all your time, you barely had time to get proper meals in. That also meant you’ve been having less and less time with Phantom. You could tell it was definitely affecting him just as much. The moments you two did get together he was even more clingy, if that was even possible. He also seemed more tired, he still was rather energetic, but he definitely seemed toned down. Your suspicions were confirmed when he got back from a longer-running rehearsal and his quintessence sparked to life without him even noticing. He also took to sleeping in your bed every night now, burying his face deep into the crook of your neck and passing out with his tail wrapped around your waist.
You worked for a few more hours before leaning back in your chair to stretch. Your eye caught the clock on the wall and you cursed. It was well past midnight. Phantom’s rehearsal ended four hours ago. You found a good stopping point and quickly packed everything up and made your way to your room. You were ready to have to spend the night on your own for the first time in almost a month. You were already ragged from working all day and the idea of having your new routine, your only time with Phantom, getting disturbed made you feel even worse. You choked down the burn in your throat as you pushed your bedroom door open.
“There’s my comet.”
You gasped and looked up to see a rather exhausted-looking Phantom sitting happily on your bed. He was already in his pajamas and there were multiple books stacked on your nightstand. He blinked slowly and cracked a wide smile.
You smiled in return and willed yourself not to cry in front of him. However, the way his brows knit together before standing up and walking over to you reminded you. Quintessence ghouls can feel emotions. He crushed you against his chest and kicked up a purr in his chest. You attempted to stutter out a mix of an apology and an explanation, but he just shushed you and practically threw you both backward onto your bed. You didn’t even care you were still in your day clothes, you didn’t want to move now that you were right where you wanted to be. And then you smelled it. The air had suddenly felt electric. The scent of ozone and frost filled the space. You felt a little tingle in your mind before hearing Phantom.
I’m so happy you’re here. I missed you so fucking much. I like you so fucking much.
Your eyes snapped open. Oh. You definitely weren’t meant to hear that, at least not like this. However, your sleep-deprived mind couldn’t care less at the moment.
“Hey.” You shifted your shoulder to get him to lift his head from your neck.
“Huh? What is it?”
You gave him a quick, chaste kiss on his lips before pulling back and kissing his nose.
“I missed you too.”
It took him approximately five seconds to really understand what just happened as you sent him entirely offline. When his brain finally caught up, though, he laughed with so much genuine joy that it made your heart beat a little faster. He pulled you so impossibly close to him and peppered your whole face with kisses before leaving a long kiss on your lips. He nuzzled his face right back into your neck as you scratched between his horns. The silence was periodically broken with Phantom giggling to himself and pressing another kiss to your neck and shoulder. This went on until he ended up falling asleep with a slight smile on his face and a purr deep in his chest.
You curled into his hold and never felt more content in your life. You closed your eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep soothed by his rumble and his weight.
Okay. So maybe you did like him. Just a little bit.
#the band ghost#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#phantom ghoul#phantom x reader#i hope you like it anon <3#golfball writes
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MOMMY NOBUUUU /p i need someone wise’s advice !!!!
i like to make silly looking “art” (i don’t even consider it real art, it’s more like memes/doodles) (like the ms paint art style, that looks a bit like pixel art and also looks sketchy and simple) and i CAN’T DECIDE if i should make an account to post it??? i really want to but i know NOTHING about ig and its algorythm (even though i did use to have disney and anime fanpages with a decent amount of followers when i was, like, 14). i don’t wanna end up with an account with like 2 followers cuz what if affects my self esteem and the way i view art hsjsg ???? i like my cringy artstyle but.. idk im probably overthinking this AGHH
yk it’s just that when i was a fan account it wasn’t my art so it’s not like i got offended if people didn’t like/comment/save. with things i created it would be different i think??? i’ve been wanting to make an art account for YEARS and i just got into the artstyle (i had a “normal” artstyle before) but wait wait lemme try to link the pics
(hope they work)
so this is the first thing i’ve ever drawn in this style https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-AJt9jSnPo1Enyg4B8Dnm0HMYeFIhxYX/view?usp=drivesdk
and then it just kept going. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-I8x_U-9_ZVwpPE6aDAWlW0ApEuJ2r5Z/view?usp=drivesdk
and going (yes that’s a gyaru trying to talk to a golfball and yes it’s a remake of this meme https://www.reddit.com/r/memes/comments/d6udnl/why_wont_it_move/)
and then i saw this. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-1qO6MbBOo51PK-jhMltsnpfCb0yTGV2/view?usp=drivesdk
and i went “this is so hsr main trio” https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-5MwpEQLIFx_iLdif6R9o66Xc2HW5vjw/view?usp=drivesdk
this is cursed, i’m aware.
then i started making these https://drive.google.com/file/d/1-60FA9_FROx2c0SQrzh1RXOXxm7tFl5G/view?usp=drivesdk
you have NO IDEA how many of these i’ve made. because idk either. all i know is that in three days i had made 20+ of them (which may sound like it’s not much, but for me and how little i used to draw it’s a lot)
and now i REALLY want to make the account but i’m TERRIFIED bc what if no one likes that kind of cringy stuff?????
i’m literally so sorry to bother you with this /gen it’s just me overthinking stuff as always :/ don’t feel pressured to answer me ofc!! <3 also i rlly rlly hope things are going better for you! sending love and support <33
gratefully yours
breaker anon~~<3
MOMMA NOBU HAS ARISEN /j j j j
first, those arts are fucking GORJUS my sweettums. as someone who has lost the ability to draw, that is beautiful. i used to think of becoming a free style painter or to learn how to draw digital but somewhere along the way i just gave up and decided to simply settle on writing instead. even now, when i see art tiktok or recommendations of compilation videos on yt, i feel a bit of an ache in my chest. its just there, y’know?
second, i think you should do for it. maybe try opening up an account on a platform ur incredibly familiar with. perhaps tumblr? or even ig? or even tiktok works too! just any platform you feel safe and comfortable and know how to navigate is good.
and yeah, i can def say felt to the “it will make my mental health worse if i only get 2 likes or smt” bc same same same. i try to write good and capture the characters’ personality correctly while keeping the fic ‘alive’ only to end up with like,,,, hundreds of likes but no feedbacks or reposts or smt LMAOOO
as for a single tip i would give is to expect everything. not everyones going to like ur content and they will suddenly crash into ur inbox talking abt how they hated this fic or smt of yrs bc it was disgusting or not their thing. that has happened to me like,,,, 3 times???? i think?????? and and!!! be sure to do a bit of research beforehand, me thinks. see what kind of attention you would get when u start to post on ur page or account.
honestly, i started this blog as only reposting blog. but then one day my very first 🦝 anon came and i decided, why not write a thirst thought i had with friend and see how it goes? and it just spiraled from there.
main thing is, have patience and love what ur doing. don’t burn urself out over it too much or else what u used to love will end up being what u hate and take good care of yourself sweettums<3
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A bit of updates weewoo
Well uhh hi lol it's been a while so I think it's more than fair to explain some things
I've been through a LOT of stress during the past months and I've just recently ran away from a very toxic and overwhelming situation that I don't want to talk about for personal reasons.
I'm just glad that I've finally found the strength to stand up for myself and my own mental health.
It's been extremely hard to be able to actually move on from the events and that let me to an extreme art and write block and with no motivation whatsoever, that's why I haven't posted for a big while.
I'm trying to get back on track despite school already starting to get in the way. For example I've redesigned Golfball and Seven once again and created a new Advent NEON OC! I'm also currently working on a big OneShot fanfic! I will definitely post it once I fix a few things with the first chapter and maybe even finish the second.
And uhh- that's pretty much it! I'm doing really great right now and I'm genuinely feeling better, so please don't worry <:)
I hope we'll see each other soon when I'll be able to post stuff again!!
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Have a cold, am hacking up disgusting green golfballs of phlegm, and now feel qualified to write a book called What to Expect When You're Expectorating.
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keep rereading the stuff u've written for adaman and im sobbing into my sandwich i love u and the way u write him so much
ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
i am delighted by you and thank you so so so so much!!!! adaman is a fucking cutie and i love writing for him <3<3<3
ahh, sorry, this is making me smile so damn hard!! sweet comments like these make me want to bounce like a golfball hit into a tile bathroom!!!
~Renee
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Speaking my truth, I'm starting to hate Bfdia B pencil, Dgmw I like her But she is not the same Pencil from Bfdia A and I'm tired of people pretending that she is
She feels so "nice" and "dumbed down" here, Like when you look at her during her bfdia A apherences she's way more of a asshole towards her and her teammates, ESPICALLY TO BOOK AND ICE CUBE. Only because their not in her allaince. She is a horrible person and she's a funny asshole. I should also add Pencil was never a good team leader, I don't think it takes a genius to figure that out(At least on a relationship team work standpoint, albiet freesmarts in Fandom could get their own rant)
And personally I LOVE the fact they write her that way(in bfdia A) it dose it's job at being funny whilist still making you feel bad for her other members and it parrerls her and Golfball in a silly way
But in Bfdia B? GOD SHE FEELS SO DUMBED DOWN. And yeah it might be because the two alternatives are alliance members now but dam. Even when firey and Gelatjn join she feels a bit wishy washied, like Pencil from Bfdia A wasn't scared to say vile shit to even her alliance members, she knew she was a top dog and she was proud of it
But pencil Bfdia B just feels (At some moments) like another happy go lucky osc character who has a small aditutte issue. Like god they removed all the flavor that made her funny special
I know I should be happy she's stayed for so long yada yada but I'd rather have one rlly good ep that feels like Pencil bfdia A (for all of it) even if that means she get's voted out by the army the very mext time freesmarts is up for elimination
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