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sentientgolfball · 8 months

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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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autumnblooms · 7 months

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may i request some blushy mountain in pretty lingerie?

Oh anon, you absolutely can 🖤 full version below the cut so tumblr doesn’t nerf me

#this was so much fun #I didn’t think I’d finish this so soon #this wasn’t even supposed to be colored #but I couldn’t resist this palette #thank you anon!#answered asks #my art #the band ghost #mountain ghoul #lingerie #ghost band #nameless ghouls

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celestial-sword-dance · 7 months

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Multimuse Honkai Star Rail Ask/RP Blog

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indie | selective | oc/au/dup friendly

penned by cyber | tag list below

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thatfuckinjester · 2 months

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Someone asked for my snap as a joke today so uh, here's me projecting onyo Phantom cause why the hell not:

(Set in a ghouls were human before becoming ghouls universe)

When Phantom was human, he often got asked out as a joke, a cruel joke. He didn't think much of it until he got older, then it started bothering him. Constant thoughts of "Maybe if I looked better it wouldn't be a joke." Or if he was watching a tv show or movie and someone got married, instead of thinking "I can't wait for that to be me." He thought, "That will never be me."

He died an unfortunate death in a car accident, leaving him to never truly have had love as a human. In the put, it's no different. He's still alone. No pack wants a clueless kit that's just an extra mouth to feed.

So when he's summoned, he thinks, "It'll be the same." So when he's genuinely offered physical affection (hugs, kisses, ect), he declines. He declines even quicker when asked to be in the pack. He's seen how they act together. That's not the treatment he gets. It must be a joke, right?

When he finds out it's not, he still has a hard time believing that any of his packmates actually want him.

-🤭

i'm actually gonna throw hands. you're one of the loveliest people i know. i hope this will make you feel a bit better <3 i'm sending all the hugs to you

TW: a flashback to phantom's death (as described in the ask), low self esteem, self hate, self doubt

when phantom got summoned it was like dying again, he doesn't remember much from his life, he remembers the feeling of dying though, how it went down.

he could faintly hear the radio, that song that he didn't know the words of, the way that car crashed into his, the way his head spinned, they way everything hurt, and then hurt even more.

being summoned was maybe even worse, but just like death, he got through it.

and he got a friend out of it, she said her name is aurora, and phantom think it suits her, the way she is just so, there is no other word to it but, her. he adores her, loves her even, and sometimes he just wishes he was enough for her to just like him.

it started in a subtle way, she held his hand when they were walking through the den, and then she did it again, and again, until it became part of a routine for phantom.

and that's when she stopped doing it.

he looked at the place between them, at aurora's hand, as he felt his heart shutter just that tiny bit.

he know that he felt that before, as a human. he knows that he died alone, unloved, that's why, when phantom got his name, He told him that he'll always have the stars with him. that phantom will never be alone.

but in the pit nobody wanted him, they loved to tease him im that curle way too, making him feel like he was finally a part of a pack just to wake up alone and left without nothing.

it never felt like he was among the stars, it just hurts.

and so he left his hand in his pocket, until he stopped walking with aurora, it's okay, even though it pained him, she was still so happy without him there, she probably never wanted to hold his hand in the first place. he isn't the kind to be loved just because.

but then aurora started to look for him, and it wasn't just her too, it was the other multi ghoul too. swiss and aurora didn't like that he was alone almost every hour of every day, they wanted to be around him for some stupid reason that they haven't told him yet.

and then, one morning when he walked through the den, sleep still holding on to him, aurora walked towards him, she wanted to get breakfast together she said, and she tried to hold his hand again. he didn't let her, phantom untangled their hands in less than a minute and buried his in the pocket of his sleep pants. he isn't the type anyone would want to hold hands with, not even in a completely friendly way, and especially not in a romantic way.

and in the end swiss held her hand, and phantom felt nauseous.

then came mountain, he's a nice giant, he's quite around too many people, but when it's just the pack he loves talking.

phantom was asked to work in the greenhouse, especially because the infirmary was too familiar to him, made him start to remember bits of his life as a human. and besides, mountain is nice to be around.

or at least it was like that before he called him "bug".

the first time it happened, they were near their rooms and phantom just turned around and locked himself on his room for the night. he didn't know why he was crying.

the second and last time it happened was in the greenhouse, the nickname came out so easily, so naturally, from mountain's mouth that phantom felt like he was going to cry again, because what if mountain calls him that to the others? or what if he just want phantom to trust him, to be his bug, just to squeeze him down like an actual bug, to remind him that he'll never be loved in any way?

all he says is "please don't call me that." and keeps working, not seeing mountain's sad eyes and how they follow him until the night comes.

then there was dewdrop. he's a strange one.

when phantom and aurora were summoned he told them that he's just hurt, he doesn't want to take any of this on them, he'll come around sooner than later, it's not their fault.

but phantom knows it is his own fault, because aurora and dewdrop became friends, pack, already. phantom hadn't.

he isn't a part of the pack, not like it bothers him anymore, he knows how to not be a part of a pack. and dew is still so cold to him.

so yes, it is phantom's fault, and he knows it well.

and maybe that's why tonight confused him so much.

he was just sitting in the garden, just resting a bit, just being by himself like he always was, when a sibling of sin came to him, the sibling looked nice enough, so phantom stayed put.

and then the sibling started talking, telling a bit about themselves, before asking phantom about himself, but phantom wasn't in the mood for words so he just shrugged, that's when the sibling came closer to him.

"you're pretty..." they said, their hands holding phantom's mask, as if they wanted to lift it before they let it go, "... pretty useless." they sighed tiredly, and phantom's eyes widened.

he is pretty useless, isn't him? not bonding with the pack, not being good enough to be in the pack, not even being able to love himself, so why should others love him? he isn't just useless, he's completely worthless, damaged good except he was never good, so maybe just damaged.

but then something, someone, growled from behind him, and the next thing he knows is the the sibling is on the ground and dew's hair swinging behind him as he jumped on them, his eyes locked on phantom's and something in them was just.....

#jester rumbling #lovely 🤭 anon #the loveliest 🤭 anon #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #aurora #aurora ghoulette #swiss #swiss ghoul #mountain #mountain ghoul #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul

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chapel-of-rizztual · 8 months

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Mommy Lus helping Dew through a unexpected heat? -🌱

*pterodactyl screaming* y’all know how I feel about mommy Lus!!

she’s a long one buckle down

Cumulus was pulled out of a deep sleep by a banging at her bedroom door. It wasn’t really a banging, more of a tapping but it was relentless enough to wake her up. The clock on her bedside table reads 03:44 and she sighs, pulling the duvet off her. This better be an emergency.

She pulls the door open to reveal a very dishevelled Dewdrop. His hair was a mess, matted and tangled, damp with sweat with the little wispy hairs stuck to his forehead. He was almost naked except for a pair of boxers which had a very obvious tent. There was a red blotchiness that started at his chest and traveled all the way up to his tear damp cheeks.

“Dew?” She questions, the confusion evident in her voice.

Dew’s eyes dart to her for a brief second before flicking away and looking anywhere else but her, the blush on his cheeks darkening.

“I-um, help? Please.”

Cumulus is confused for a second more before she catches his scent, cinnamon and roasted marshmallows, overly sweet and almost suffocating. Oh.

Dew braves looking at her again, his pupils blown so wide there’s just a thin ring of blue around the edges.

“I can’t- it won’t stop.” His eyes well with tears at his bottom lip wobbles. “Please help me. Please make it stop, mommy.” He hiccups.

Cumulus pulls him into her room and into her arms, pushing the door shut behind her. Dew buries his face into her chest, rubbing his cheek against her breast.

“Please, mommy. I’ll be good, i promise, I’ll be good.” He grinds himself against her thigh, panting.

Cumulus runs her fingers through his sweat damp hair, untangling the knots and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Oh, I know you will be. Such a good boy for me aren’t you?”

Dew sobs and nods into her chest, his arms coming to wrap around her as he squeezes at the fat on her hips. “I want- will you help me?” He looks up at her with watery eyes. “Please?”

Cumulus tilts his head back with a finger under his chin and brings her lips down to his in a sweet kiss. Dew whimpers into it, his knees going weak as he squeezes at her hips again, grinding his cock into her thigh even harder. The kiss turns filthy quickly as Dew licks into her mouth with another pathetic whimper, his hands sliding up her body to paw at her tits. Her rolls her nipples through her sleep shirt as she takes over the kiss, pulling his head back even more with a fistful of his hair making Dew moan into her mouth.

She breaks off the kiss just as Dew begins to grind into her thigh faster. She laughs lightly at him when he chases her lips with a small whine and a pout.

“Go get in my bed, baby.” She runs a thumb over his bottom lip. “Go get comfy and I’ll be there in a minute.”

Dew gives one last squeeze to her breasts before scampering off, stripping his boxers off leaving them in a heap on the floor, and climbs into her bed, sitting himself up against the headboard. Cumulus turns to lock the door before turning back to face the bed, stripping off as she goes. Dew whines watching her strip off, practically drooling over her as he fists a hand over his cock desperately.

Once she’s fully naked she climbs back onto her bed, straddling Dew’s thighs. Dew immediately grips at her thighs, kneading the flesh under his hands slightly, his cock bobbing against his stomach.

He looks up at her with so much love and admiration in his eyes Cumulus feels her cunt throb. She leans back down to pull him back into a kiss and he goes so easily, letting her lead as she pushes her tongue into his mouth. He whimpers into it, his hips bucking upwards on their own accord. Cumulus grinds down onto him, smearing her slick over his cock making him moan loudly and his eyes flutter shut.

Dew pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths that he rubs away. “Mommy, please. I want-please.”

Cumulus runs a hand down his jawline, rubbing a thumb over his spit damp lips.

“What do you want, baby? What do you need?”

“I want-oh.” His hips twitch again, pushing his cock in between her slick folds. “I want- please.” He looks shyly up at her. “Will you sit on it? Please?”

“Yeah, babyboy? Want me to ride you?”

Dew throws his head back with a groan, hitting the headboard. “Please, mommy. Want that so bad.” There are tears welling in his eyes again as he paws at her hips desperately trying to pull her onto him.

“Easy, baby. You don’t need to be so desperate.” She runs a hand down his chest, thumbing at his nipples. “I thought you were a good boy for me?”

Dew cried out, throwing his head back again as the tears that had previously welled in his eyes now spilled down his cheeks. “I’m good, I’m a good boy, I promise. I’ll be good for you.”

Cumulus brushes away the few stray tears on his cheeks with her thumb and pushes the digit into his mouth. Dew sucks at her thumb immediately, looking up at her from behind his damp lashes with that look of admiration in his eyes again.

“My good boy, aren’t you? So good for me.” Cumulus lifts herself up, grabbing Dew’s cock with one hand, running the head through her slick folds. She sinks down in one go, not giving him any warning and watches as his eyes roll back into his skull.

He pulls off her thumb and groans, gripping at her hips even harder. “Oh, mommy. Feels-feels so good.” He pants, feeling fully breathless under her.

Cumulus gives a little experimental roll of her hips making the both moan. “Yeah? That feel good, baby? You like mommy sitting on your cock?”

Dew whimpers, squeezing his eyes closed and nods, unable to trust his voice right now. His hands move up from her hips, back up to her breasts and squeezes, pinching her nipples making her moan. She rolls her hips down in time to Dew’s pinching and she throws her head back with pleasure, feeling her cunt flutter around him.

His head rolls forward and he buries his face in between her tits, pushing them together, fully suffocating himself. He mouths along her right breast, kissing and sucking little bruises as he makes his way down to her nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth. He looks back up at her with shy look on his face once again as he suckles at her nipple, his hand kneading at her other breast.

Cumulus strokes a hand down this face, brushing a few stray wispy hairs from his face. She can feel his knot bumping against her entrance with each roll of her hips. “You close babyboy? I know you are, you can never last long.”

Dew whines around her nipple squeezing his eyes closed and shaking his head.

“Oh, baby.” She coos at him. “There’s no point in lying I can feel the evidence.” She clenches purposefully around him and his eyes widen in shock and he lets out a surprised squeak.

“M-mommy!” He gasps out. “I-oh, oh no. Mommy, I’m- I’m gunna-I’m so close.”

“Yeah, baby? Gunna cum for me? Pop that little knot inside me and fill me up?” Cumulus bounces down onto his harder, feeling his knot so close to popping into her.

Dew whines again, feeling his thighs start to shake as he desperately tries to fight off his impending orgasm. It’s no use though, Cumulus is clenching around him so tightly, bouncing just right, and he feels his orgasm building higher and higher.

“Stop fighting it, baby.” Cumulus strokes down his face again. “Be a good boy and cum for me, my darling.”

Dew’s eyes roll back into his skull as he cums, his hips snapping upwards as his knot swells and pops inside Cumulus, filling her and locking them together. He sick harder at her nipple as his orgasm rolls through him, little gasps and whimpers leaving his lips.

“That’s it, good boy. Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Cumulus pants, slowing the movement of her hips to a slow grind before stopping completely.

Dew pulls off her nipple with a slick pop, still kneading at both her breasts. He looks back up at her, blinking owlishly at her. “Did you- you didn’t cum.” He pouts at her.

Cumulus laughs and shakes her head. “I didn’t. But that’s okay, this was about you not me.”

Dew pouts even more, a frown forming on his face. “But- you still felt good, right? I made you feel good?”

Cumulus tilts his head back and places a gentle kiss to his lips. “You made me feel very good, baby.”

Dew gives a satisfied hum, resting his forehead on her chest. “When my knot goes down, I’m gunna eat you out, make you cum all over my face.”

Cumulus kisses the top of his head, smiling down down at him sweetly. “If you feel better by then, then I won’t stop you.”

“I feel better already.” He looks up at her, a mischievous smile on his face. “You’ve got a magic pussy.”

Cumulus laughs loudly, throwing her head back. “That’s enough out of you.” She flicks lightly at his nose. “Nap time. And we’ll see how you feel after that.”

Dew yawns at the mention of a nap as Cumulus rearranges them both so she can lie down with with him, keeping his knot comfortable inside her. Dew snuggles down into her, burying his face back onto her tits, a purr rumbling through his chest. He mouths along her breast again, making his was to her nipple, sucking it back into his mouth with a contented sigh.

Cumulus shakes her head at him, but the smile on her have gives away as she watches him suckle at her nipple, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out little sighs. A pure of her own rumbles through her chest, matching Dew’s, as she fights keeping her eyes open. It’s a fight she loses and eventually her eyes flutter shut, the pair of them falling asleep wrapped up together.

#🌱 anon #thank you for the ask!#The mommy kink has fully taken over my brain #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #Anonymous #my writing

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emeritus-fuckers · 11 months

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Can I please request Mountain x innocent reader NSFW please. I’m craving some mountain NSFW

Big man break me pls - Jez

Mountain with an innocent s/o NSFW headcanons

Listen, listen. Size kink.

He's a big, tall man.

You'd have to be really fucking tall for him to not consider you small.

Though let's be clear, the shorter you are, the better.

This does not mean he wants you to be incredibly skinny. He would love a chubbier darling!

He's very gentle, not wanting to overwhelm your cute innocent self.

Probably makes you cockwarm him at first, sitting you on his lap.

There's something so cute in watching you squirm as you try to get used to the painful stretch inside you.

He loved your whimpering. Your little mewls as you did your best not to move around too much.

He nibbles on your neck to get more of those sweet sounds out.

There's definitely some kink there about the noises you make but I've googled too many disturbing things for this blog already. (Don't ask)

He also really likes how his hands look on you. And how your eyes follow them as your breath becomes quicker and more shallow.

In a way, he wants you to remain innocent.

He likes how trusting you are, despite being visibly stressed about losing your virginity. How you follow his lead, only asking for small kisses to soothe you every once in a while.

He wants you to be comfortable. He wants it all to feel intimate.

He won't really do too much kinky shit in fear of ruining your innocence.

Big fan of snuggles afterwards.

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #ask #anon #mountain ghoul #mountain #mountain ghoul x reader #mountain x reader #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader

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darth-sonny · 3 months

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I feel like if the Twins DID have names, they would choose to coordinate them with eachother!

As an example, one could be named Pop and the other could be named Star so when they're together, they become Popstar!

POPSTAR!!!

this is so cute what the fuuckkk!!!

canon to me and to the Bad End. seal of approval. Pop and Star are their names now. the Popstar Twins. here they are!!!!

#this is so fucking cute!!!!#this is the best almost birthday gift #i legit was not expecting to get the best naming prompt ever!!#me making the twins: ehhhh idk... they're probably nameless.. they give off those vibes...#this beautiful anon: how about you name them Popstar??#sonny answers #rottmnt #tmnt #prime leo au #bad end #rise oc #krang oc #pop and star #<- their name tag #my art #sonny draws

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sentientgolfball · 6 months

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i love soft phantom but how about a scenario of a new ghoul or some other demon species acting predatory towards reader and phantom being all protecting and aggressive!!! 🤭

When I saw this one I knew I had to save it :> consider this Golfball's Halloween special

Tags: nothing too overtly gory, but there's some description of injury, demon Phantom, blood drinking, extremely brief mention of suicide

My requests are open !

Phantom has always been a cheerful ghoul, ever since the day he was summoned. He was always willing to help where it was needed and eager to learn about the strange world of humanity. He was talkative and affectionate, kind and curious. He’s someone you considered a friend with how often he’d swing by to help you where he could. But something has been off lately.

It started with snide comments and jokes that were a bit too personal. That quickly turned into stealing your things and hiding them where you’d never find them. Bleeding into the shadows just to pop out when you thought you were alone. The worst part was nobody else seemed to notice his change. You tried venting to your friends one night and all you received were confused looks and questions. He only seemed to be treating you like this. You felt crazy. And now here he was sitting on your desk.

“Come on, is it really that important?” He snatches the paper you were looking over from your hand. His eyes roam over it quickly before a sick grin crosses his face as he tears it up.

“Phantom what the fuck!” You feel your gut twist at the sight of the contract now in tiny pieces all across the desk.

His once sickeningly sweet laugh sounds grating to your ears. You look at him only to be met with a horrible Cheshire grin full of fang.

“What? You said it yourself we couldn’t hang today cause you were busy. Now you’re not busy.”

You stare incredulously at him, mouth slightly agape “Get out.”

“Excuse me?”

“Get the fuck out!”

“Aww come on you’ve got nothing to do now.” He purrs

“No. Now I have more to do! Leave!”

He shrugs with a chuckle before hopping off your desk and out the door, tail flicking happily as he goes. You dig the heel of your palm into your eyes and let out a frustrated groan. What the hell was up with him? You felt crazy. He’s been like this for weeks. What’s even worse there would be days that he seemed completely normal and you could almost forget how much of a pain in the ass he’s become. He’d flip so often you were beginning to wonder if he needed to go see Omega. You started to loathe seeing him, it was getting exhausting dealing with the whiplash of demeanor.

A soft knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. Whoever is there waits only a few seconds before slowly opening the creaky door.

“Hey” a smooth voice calls out “you missed lunch so I thought I’d bring you something small.”

Your irritation spikes. You actually couldn’t believe him. The audacity of this ghoul.

“Phantom do you really fucking think a little sandwich is going make me forgive you?”

You remove your hands from your eyes and glare at him.

“What?” He asks with genuine confusion, ears drooping.

You huff and stand, shoving your chair in with a shrill scrape against the floor. You gather the rest of the papers before Phantom has a chance to shred them. You shoulder past him and out the door. You couldn’t be near him anymore. You went to go find somewhere to finish your work without a little demon bothering you.

You had spent the rest of your day fixing the mess Phantom caused and catching up on what you had to put on pause. You were now alone in your room trying to alleviate the headache that had plagued you for the last few hours. You were laying in bed staring off when you heard a knock at your door. You didn’t answer. You really didn’t care who was on the other side, you didn’t want to deal with it.

“Please let me in.” A soft whine came as you stayed quiet.

“Go away Phantom.”

It was quiet for a long time. You started to settle believing that he actually listened and left you alone. Until you heard a whisper you would’ve missed if it hadn’t been dead quiet.

“I’m sorry.”

You rolled over and looked at the door, weighing your options. You had been sick of the way he was acting towards you, but he was your friend. He had been so kind to you much longer than this new asshole side of his. Maybe he was going through something ghoulish that you couldn’t understand? You sigh. If he was coming here to apologize then he at least realized he did something wrong. You’d be willing to forgive if he could mend the tears in your relationship.

You push yourself out of bed and open the door. You stand in the doorframe eyeing his downtrodden posture. He was slouching, ears drooped and eyes wide with his tail wrapped around his leg. Little pricks of guilt began to soften the anger steaming in your mind.

“I’m sorry” He squeaks again “for everything.”

“Phantom” you sigh and cross your arms “I don’t know what’s up with you, but it’s really hurt.”

“I know, I know I’m sorry I just need to exp—“

“I really don’t want an excuse just…fuck.”

“Please let me make it up to you.”

You consider him for a moment. You really hated the way he’s been acting, but you had a fondness for the sweet little ghoul you once knew. You wanted to believe he could make it up to you. You wanted to have the Phantom you knew back. Maybe you would regret it. Maybe you would come to realize he’s a demon no matter how soft his smile is. Maybe you were just stupid and naive for thinking it could change. But if he’s willing to apologize, willing to admit how fucked he’s been maybe he deserves a second chance.

“Okay.”

His ears perk up.

“Not tonight. I’m still pissed about the paperwork, but if you haven’t flipped out again overnight then maybe we can work something out.”

“Yes it’ll be different I promise, no more bad Phantom. I’ll make sure he’s gone.”

“Goodnight Phantom. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

He stays and watches you close the door before departing. You sigh heavily, shoulder slumping before crawling back into your bed. You were exhausted. Everything’s been so exhausting lately. Though, on the bright side it seemed like your headache finally went away.

After Phantom’s apology everything seemed to go back to normal. Well almost normal. He refused to leave you alone now. Granted he was always a little clingy, but this was a whole new level. He was always hanging around the same area as you even if he wasn’t directly interacting. You honestly didn’t care at this point, you were just glad he seemed like his sweet self again. He even kept his promise. He had begun getting you small little gifts of crystals and flowers and helping you with your tasks around the Ministry. It was nice. About a week of this passed and you felt good, great even. You wanted to do something with him, show him you’re no longer mad at him. With Samhain right around the corner you both decided on having a gigantic movie marathon.

You were waiting for him in your room, everything needed for the night already set up. You were just waiting for him to get out of rehearsal. A knock at your door startled you. You furrow your brow opening it to see who was there.

“Phantom?”

“Hey hey we were let out early. Come on, let's get this party started.” He shoulders past you into your room.

You shrug it off and close the door behind you. He flops onto your bed as you start the first movie. You offer up the snacks you gathered but he declines scrunching his nose in disgust. You get a weird feeling. You try to ignore it though as the movie begins. You settle next to him on your bed, eating since he won’t. Another sinking feeling creeps in when he doesn’t move closer. He’s always been physically affectionate, but now he stays leaning against the wall with a rigid posture. You try to focus on the movie.

Your phone buzzes after about thirty minutes into the movie. You check it. A text from Phantom.

I’m on my way! Copia just let us out….please tell me you remembered my candy

What…?

You stare at it. The sinking feeling in your stomach twists. You feel nauseous. You try to sneak a glance at the Phantom sitting next to you. He’s staring right at you with a sick grin. You jump out of the bed away from him.

“Something wrong?” He asks nonchalantly.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“That’s a stupid question. I’m Phantom, your favorite ghoul.” That Cheshire grin splits his face.

“No you’re not. You’re not him. Who are—“

“Oh ouch guess my time is up. Or no that’s not right. Your time.”

The thing wearing Phantom’s face stands from the bed, eyes rolling back joints popping sickeningly. You don’t waste another second. You run out of your room determined to make it to the practice room. Find Phantom. Find Papa and the other ghouls. Find anyone before this thing turned you into prey. As you ran you heard its wicked laugh bounce through the halls, the scraping of claws against polished floor. You didn’t dare spare a glance behind you. You needed to get away from it. You turn sharply at the next corner hoping to either lose it or find somewhere to hide until it was safe to run.

You dipped into an alcove throwing a hand over your mouth to stifle your breathing, praying to whoever was listening that you'd be safe. Your eyes widen as the creature stalks forward. It still wears the appearance of Phantom but there’s something so unsettlingly wrong about it. He looks thin, too thin. Bones clearly visible through skin that was drawn too tight. Its hair was long, greasy like an oil spill. Everytime it moved you could hear its tendons snap and pop. You could see black ichor under its skin where its veins popped on its neck.

“Where are you?” Its cracked, layered voice sang out as it stalked down the hall.

Lucky, it passes right by your hiding spot. You wait just a bit longer for safe measure before ducking out. It’s gone. You move at a brisk pace towards where you knew a pack of ghouls was hanging. You end up slowing down after a while. It still hasn’t caught up to you. Maybe it lost you? Or maybe one of the sentry ghouls caught it? Either way, you felt safe enough to slow. It hadn’t appeared and you were almost to the practice rooms. You were so close.

You were so close.

You stop dead in your tracks when you feel a thick substance drip onto your face. You swipe it, seeing a black ichor coating your fingers.

“Hello” that voice laughs.

You try to run but it’s faster. It grabs you, claws digging deep into your skin. You feel the blood flow before you see it, but when you do see it you’re suddenly snapped into the reality of the situation. You panic. You freeze. You don’t know what to do. All you can think about is the gory demise that surely awaits you. It drags you forwards and you stumble. When you fall to the floor the thing pounces. You stare in horror at its gaping maw, filled with hundreds of needle-thin teeth. Spit dripped from his mouth coating your face as it leaned in. You flinch when it springs forward and it latches onto your arm biting down hard and sucking the blood from the wound. It burns. It feels like fire is coursing through your veins as its saliva infects you. The imposter Phantom rips its teeth from your arm and grins, licking the excess blood from its mouth with a sick tongue.

“You know…I was not going to hunt you” it’s cracked voice says “you were feeding me so well. I would have taken from you until you ended your own life, but that vermin that horrid guard dog pushed me away. Starved me.”

It brings its mouth close to your throat, jaw cracking and popping as flesh rips so it can open its mouth wider than should be possible. You make one last attempt to push it away, but the burning all but consumed your mind. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could barely feel. All you could do is watch in paralyzed horror as the beast that wore Phantom’s face prepared to end your life.

You hear a sharp trill and you close your eyes waiting for the final blow. But it never came. The force of the beast is suddenly knocked off you. You blink your eyes open and you see Phantom. The real Phantom crouched between your broken body and the creature. He growls low in his throat at the thing, tail lashing dangerously. The Phantom you see before you is not one you’ve seen before. It’s definitely him, but something is different. He looks bigger, taller. His horns are long, more sharp. His quintessence pops and cracks haphazardly over his body. His claws look sharper. His eyes are gone, completely black and hollow, swallowed by the void within his very core. His physical form is barely contained as wisps of smoke and stardust curl around him.

The creature screeches and jumps up, form twisting as it does so. Its joints pop as it grows, thin limbs becoming thinner. It’s leathery skin is stretched so thin you can practically see every ichor filled vein. It still wears Phantom’s face but it looks half melted as it struggles to maintain the appearance. It’s sharp, every ridge and bone visible. It lunges at Phantom.

He growls and disappears in a puff of smoke before reappearing behind the beast. He rakes his claws down its back, black ichor spilling onto the pristine floors. He warps away again when it turns, landing another blow to its side. He does this again and again, but the beast catches on. The minute he puffs away it spins and catches him when he reappears. It throws Phantom against the wall with horrible force. He lets out a pained wheeze, rolling over trying to gather himself before it’s too late. He’s not fast enough though. The creature sinks its teeth deep into his shoulder and Phantom wails. Its teeth dig in.

Phantom screams and digs his claws into its head. He sets his jaw and unleashes so much raw quintessence from his body that the hallway is filled with a purple glow. The beast falls limp, sparks jumping from its body. Phantom doesn’t hesitate. He sinks his fangs deep into its throat and pulls and pulls until it’s ripped from its neck. He spits it onto the floor and bends back down, drinking the ichor like blood that pours from the wound of the dead creature. He pulls back when he’s satisfied, swiping his forked tongue over his mouth collecting the remnants. He growls at the body of the beast.

You scream at the scene, or at least you try to. It comes out more as a whimper as the venom works its way through your system. The moment you do, though, Phantom’s head snaps to your body laying on the floor. Immediately everything about him changes. The quintessence stops rippling over his body, he goes back to his normal size, his form becomes solid again, his eyes return to their normal purple. You see his mouth move but you can’t hear it over the ringing in your ears. You see him run to you before your eyes fall shut.

When you finally blink open your eyes, you're met with the sterile white of an infirmary room. Everything hurts. You felt slick with sweat and cold. Your head was absolutely pounding as you looked around trying to get your bearings. That’s when you notice a little ball of purple curled up at the foot of your bed.

“He’s been there all night you know.”

You whip your head around at the voice before you can stop yourself. You groan feeling like someone took a hammer to the side of your skull.

“Don’t move so quickly. Your body is still recovering from the venom. You’re lucky I was able to make an antidote.”

“Thanks Omega.” You wince both from the pain and how that came out a lot more sarcastic than genuine.

He chuffs “Don’t mention it Sibling, however next time a trickster spirit is within these halls please alert me before another scene is caused.”

And with that, he walks out. You lay back in the bed and close your eyes against the annoying fluorescent. You replay the night's memories over and over again until you feel a weight shift as Phantom moves from his spot at the foot. A smile ghosts your face as he curls closer to you and mumbles a sleepy “You’re thinking too loud” before he falls back asleep with a purr in his chest.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #phantom ghoul #i hope you like it anon <3 #phantom x reader #the band ghost fic #ghost fic #nameless ghoul #nameless ghoul x reader #golfball writes

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