#puppy phantom (sfw)

[sphylor]

Kitty Dew Master Post:

A collection of links to kitty Dew posts (will be updated as time goes on. if ive forgotten anything or if the links are wrong lemme know)

EVERYTHING IS UNDER THE CUT BECAUSE ITS GETTING TOO LONG

What is kitty Dew:

Pet regression

Important to bear in mind

Fics:

Kittentails

I'll Always Be There For You - by the incredible @gh-woah-st

Nowhere Safer

FIclets:

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain during a storm

Kitty Dew and Rain - by the wonderful @divine-misfortune

Extra cuddly kitty Dew and Rain

Rain thinking Dew's kitty but he's actually little

Kitty Dew and Mountian cuddles

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain cuddles

Posts:

Fiber arts ask

Miscellaneous thoughts

Favourite places to be pet and scritched

Zoomies

Bonking horns

Little mousey

Head tilts and favourite places to be pet

Cat tree

Sharpening his claws

Cookies and safe food

Why kitty Dew calls Rain "Mousey"

Catnip

How to play with kitty Dew

The origins of kitty Dew

How kitty Dew reacted to the other ghouls

He loves his Mousey so much

Kitty Dew's feelings about water

KIssies on his forehead and scritches between his horns

Kitty Dew's feelings about fireworks

Making biscuits

Making biscuits on tibbies

Some kitty Dew pics and how sleepy he gets after playtime

How kitty Dew reacts to sensory slugs

Kitty Dew loafing

Catnip snow angel

Kitty Dew losing little mousey

Kitty Dew napping in someone else's bed

The kitty Dew pics ever

Kitty Dew and his hats

Kitty Dew tidbits - by the incredible @gh-woah-st

Kitty Dew laying on Mountain's back

Weirdest kitty Dew sleeping positions

Kitty Dew uppies

Kitty Dew and Copia

Kitty Dew hunting a fly

Kitty Dew and big emotions

Kitty Dew giving gifts

Kitty Dew loving baubles and christmas

Kitty Dew needing a shower

Kitty Dew after the shower

Eepy kitty Dew

Kitty Dew loves Mousey so much

Kitty Dew loves laying on laundry

Soot Dew

Eepy kitty Dew pics

Misc kitty Dew pics

More misc kitty Dew pics

Kitty Dew being silly with Rain's plushies

Kitty Dew stealing Rain's phone

Featuring friends!!:

Kitty Dew bapping puppy Mountain

Would kitty Dew and Puppy Mountain be friends?

Kitty Dew and puppy Sunshine resting in the sun

Puppy Mountain makes kitty Dew feel safe

Bunny Phantom and Bird Aroura

Puppy Sunshine

Kitty Dew and kitty Rain while Aether works on ministry stuff

Puppy Mountain tidbits - by the incredible @gh-woah-st

Kitty Dew and otter Rain

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain's favourite snacks

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain protect each other from nightmares

Kitty Dew and puppy Mountain bathtime

Puppy Mountain's halloween costume

Puppy Mountain's leaf blanket

Puppy Mountain and puppy Phantom walkies

Puppy Mountain catching sniffies

Age regression:

Little!Dew who's also kitty

Little!Rain and kitty Dew

Little!Phantom and kitty Dew

Art:

Kitty Dew and little mousey - by the lovely @golden-rats

[thegnomelord]

I have had a thought.

What if dragons purr when you rub their horns..

Dragon!Price x Gaz and/or Nikolai,,,

Hehdhehehe

Hmmm, I don't usually write character x character but i'll give it a try so tell me if this sucks lol

CW: SFW, Price x Gaz, horn rubbing, purring, monster cod au, soft short and sweet. 1224 words. Cross posted to Ao3

Kyle is a good soldier. Strong. Competent. Reliable. Though the fears of losing him on every mission still linger, they're eased by the fact that Price never has to worry that his sergeant will stumble in those crucial moments when a second of hesitation can be the difference between life and death. Never has to worry that his Gaz will think of himself as expendable and rush into the hailstorm of bullets. . .

Kyle is also a menace.

Especially when he's perched on his desk and giving John the most pathetic puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. "Please, captain, just one time?" The imp of a harpy even has the gall to flutter his eyes, looking at him through his lashes because he knows how the light of the setting sun hits his eyes juuuust right to make the brown glitter like gold and amber jewels.

"Kyle." Price stresses. This really isn't the time to indulge his sergeant's need for mischief when he's got a week's worth of backlogged paperwork to go through.

"Sir." Kyle throws his tone back at him, but the way the word rolls off his tongue and he adds the smallest chirp to the end of it makes something inside him stir. "Come on mate, I promise it'll only take five minutes." Kyle's wings spread out so he can display the shininess of his feathers - peacocking transcends species it seems - the mundane dark color turned to that of rich obsidian by the sun.

"It never takes just 'five minutes'." He tries to argue, but the usual commanding rumble in his voice is gone. Price knows he's fighting a losing battle from the way his fingers itch for him to burry them into the smooth feathers and preen Kyle's wings until his treasure croons.

Kyle knows this. He's unable to hide the arrogant look in his eyes when he bites his bottom lip and leans back, muscles tensing, because he knows how such a display of his body will make John's eyes automatically roam across his hard earned muscles. "Pretty please." Kyle says, tail feathers gently twitching side to side.

Both of them know Price never stood a chance.

"That was dirty." John sighs, dejected by his own weakness. The distance between them is small, but Price purposely takes slow steps. Kyle eagerly scoots back on the desk and spreads his legs for John to fit between, hands raising to hold his biceps as Price braces his palms against the desk next to Kyle's hips.

Kyle snorts. "As if you've never stooped lower cap." He spreads his wings to wrap around Price, soft feathered wing wrists bumping against his back.

John just growls lowly in response. He doesn't resist his body's natural desire to reciprocate, to reaffirm the claim over his hoard. The atrophied muscles on his right side still ache with phantom pain after all this time, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping his one remaining wing around Kyle. The combination of their wings acts as a shroud from the rest of the world, soft feathers brushing against his green scales and their scents mixing together.

Price treasures these little moments.

The peace only lasts for a few seconds before Kyle ruins it with a grin. "Now come on, give me your horns." He says, not even bothering for Price to tilt his head before Kyle's clever fingers rise up his arms to cup his face, inching closer to where his horns grow out of his skull.

Price promises to himself to hunt down and shoot whichever wanker posted the '101 ways to make a dragon purr like a kitty' on the internet. Ever since Kyle found that blasted instruction manual he's been trying to go through the entire list to verify the information. Price had seen the article in question and had nearly choked when he'd read that the author thought pulling on a dragon's tail could get them any other reaction than an immediate bisection—

Kyle's impatient fingers still just enough to gently scratch the bumpy base of his scalp around the horns. It tingles, and Price isn't able to tell if the tingling sensation is of the good kind or a bad. A small sound rolls from his throat, but that doesn't satisfy Kyle.

"Come on John, sing for me." Kyle repeats the words Price tells him when he's preening him, voice light and just at the edge of taunting. Keeping one hand around his base, Kyle slides the palm of his other hand up the hard bone until he reaches the natural curve of Price's horn. He squeezes gently and moves his hand like he's jerking him off.

"O-oh." Price is grateful he's bracing against the desk because his legs go weak. The sensation of his palm and the pressure of his hand is neither good nor bad, just unfiltered feeling that his brain can't even begin to handle, so it shoots it down his spine like lightning. The buzz of sensation catches on every vertebra and makes his wing quiver, forces his tail to wag like he's some lost puppy.

"Not what I was expecting." Kyle confesses. Price can't see the surprise and wonder on his face as John's eyes close automatically. His head tips forward to rest his forehead on Gaz's chest, brawny biceps tensing to just support his weight and claws digging into the desk with enough force to tear through the wood.

Kyle moves his hands so he's holding Price's horns in both hands. The pale green horns are smooth under his palms besides the occasional scratch or chip in them. Kyle moves his hands with slowly and methodically, changing the pressure he uses on every stroke and paying special attention to the sharp tips of his horns.

That's all it takes to turn John's chest into an geriatric engine. Price manages to groan and mumble a curse under his breath before the only sound leaving his lips is the deep baritone purr. There's no way of stopping it; If Price was in a better mind he would question why the gentle stroking of his horns has him feeling like a puddle of goo but his brain is completely fried from the sensation.

Kyle has heard him purr before but this is different. All the other times his purrs would always be throaty and quiet. Now it feels like the sound is coming straight from the bottom of his chest and, fuck, Kyle can feel it, feel the rumble shake his ribs and the desk beneath him. The sound is loud and unpolished and so raw Gaz feels naked just hearing it.

Kyle can feel his heard beating a mile a minute, his surprise making his hands still just long enough for Price to look up at him. Kyle could die happy after seeing how fucked out Price looks — pupils dilated to the size of plates, panting, red faced, so open and unguarded. Comfortable. With him.

"You've been holding out on me John." Kyle smiles softly, starting to stroke his horns again.

Price purrs even louder, his tail curling around Kyle's leg, managing to pull the claws of one hand from the desk to grip Kyle's thigh and pull him closer, draconic hind-brain desperately seeking to get more of that gluttonous pleasure from Kyle's hands.

Safe to say they take longer than five minutes.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Dating the Phantom Troupe SFW/NSFW HCs

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warnings: group sex, breeding kink, scissoring, toy use, fem reader, creampie

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SFW

-You’re the sweetheart of the Phantom Troupe, healing others with physical touch/affection. You were picked out by chrollo to be a medic of sorts due to your charitable work in meteor city

-you’re pretty pampered, once you get to know everyone they all fall for you pretty quick. the first was Shalnark. it was a puppy crush at first, but soon he was head over heels.

-it goes like this: first Shalnark falls for you, then it’s Chrollo, Machi, Nobunaga, Uvogin, Phinks, Pakunoda, Shizuku, then finally Feitan.

-Pakunoda and Chrollo are guilty of spoiling you way too much with gifts, while Shalnark and Uvogin pamper you with lots of attention and affection. Machi and Feitan struggle with opening up to you and confessing, while Shizuku and Phinks were pretty open with their feelings once asked. Nobunaga is overly affectionate and clingy 😭

-the relationship between you and the others is far from normal, bordering on yandere. they won’t keep you prisoner or force you into anything you dislike though, they’re just a bit possessive and protective. since they’re all good friends, they’re able to MOSTLY share you without any hiccups…

-though the two most possessive members(Machi and Nobunaga) get into fights with the others at times

NSFW

-so, the troupe usually allow Chrollo to have you first.

He doesn't demand this, in fact he tries to insist on drawing straws, but the others respect him enough to let him have you first.

-Chrollo is very gentle with you, making love rather than fucking you. He usually prefers to have you away from the others in a separate room, but will fuck you in front of the others if he's feeling naughty

-everyone gets 30 mins a piece to make it a bit easier on your body(there's 8 of them after all) and all of them always end up cumming <3 some a bit quicker than others(cough Phinks and Shizuku cough)

-The rest draw straws/arm wrestle/or decide by little games who gets to go next.

-Uvogin almost always volunteers to go last because of how big he is. You need time to be stretched out and lubed up before you can take him

-Nobunaga is so quick to cum it’s almost pathetic. He feels bad and will keep going, but soon your thighs and tummy are just covered in his seed!

-Shalnark actually loves an audience!! He shows off how good he can make you feel with pride. Though the others get a bit jealous at his talent at making you cum over and over again

-usually, Shizuku, Pakunoda, and Machi prefer to share you amongst themselves. Lots of scissoring and toy use >< Machi is shy and usually won't join unless it's in private with just the four of you. Pakunoda definitely has a custom made strap she uses to fuck into you

-Phinks is super vocal and ends up cumming inside of you over and over. He can't help it, it's hard to pull out when you're giving him those eyes and whining like that…

-Feitan is surprisingly clingy during sex, wanting to be close. He's another one that prefers privacy due to being a bit shy preforming in front of others

-when uvogin finally gets his turn, you're so spent and wet that he nearly slides in without issue... but he can never truly fuck you without a bit of prep of his own. He'll fuck you with his big, thick fingers before thrusting in :3

-orgies with all the members don’t happen, most of them just aren’t attracted to each other/see each other as family

-though… a few of them fucking you at once is common place. you’re just too cute that some of them can’t take the wait and end up slipping into one of your other holes. if your uncomfy with anal, they’ll use your mouth or hands!

-some of the men are in a competition to see who can get you pregnant first(Shalnark, Uvogin, and Phinks) while the others are just happy with whatever happens(Chrollo) and Feitan… he doesn’t want a kid but can’t resist cumming inside very time so… if it happens it happens.

-they’ve all already agreed to let the father and you decide how the baby is raised(whether the two get into a serious relationship or they all raise the baby together)

[cinnbar-bun]

Good Fortune

Pairing: Dio Brando x GN!Reader

Summary: Dio is told he is lucky, often. He can't see how, considering how awful his life has been. But after meeting you, the child of George Joestar's old business partner and Jonathan's friend, perhaps his luck has turned for the better.

Even if he refuses to engage with such notions.

Rating: SFW but it's painful

Word Count: ~4.5k

AO3 Link: Here

Notes: Childhood-friends-to-lovers, Phantom Blood!Dio, babes this just angst, talks of death and dying, death, religious discussion, religious imagery, Dio unfortunately falling in love, Reader is MENA! but it's easy to ignore, foreshadowing for parts 3 and 6 (no spoilers though), yes I made this to be self indulgent because I wanted to torture Dio because omg what if he went to Cairo specifically because his partner mentioned it?

Dio stares in front of the full-length mirror in his room, adjusting his suit and tie. George explained he was having an old friend over tonight for supper, making a brief comment about how said friend was also bringing his child over. Dio noticed Jonathan’s eyes widen and the smile adorning his face- obviously, they were acquainted from before he ever arrived to the mansion. 

He could only sneer as he thought of how obnoxious this ‘friend’ could possibly be. He couldn’t just antagonize them or Jonathan like he normally did, not when George would be around and watching. The thought of having to sit all night with that buffoon and a friend of his made him want to gag. 

Alas, one must do what they have to do to obtain wealth and power. If he wanted the Joestar fortune, he had to play the game correctly. Assuring he was in good standing with George and this guest would only serve him well in the future. 

And who knows, Dio chuckles to himself, maybe this ‘friend’ of Jonathan’s would slowly grow to hate the boy as well. He brushes his blond hair back, fixing it up properly. A loose strand makes him use his hand to push it back, and he smirks as he sees the three little birthmarks on his ear. He fixes his cufflinks and proceeds to walk out of the room, annoyed at having to put on airs, yet interested to see what will become of this dinner. 

The minute he steps down the stairs, there is a knock at the door. Dio curiously looks from the staircase at the large front doors that George himself approaches. The first thing Dio can make out is a large man, around the same age as George- perhaps a few years older if the few strands of gray hair are anything to go off of. Before he can take a closer look, Jonathan races down the stairs, accidentally brushing shoulders with Dio. 

“You damn-,” Dio snarls, but quickly shuts his mouth in case of anyone nearby. Jonathan didn’t seem to notice, instead jumping off the last few steps and running towards the guests. Jonathan yells out a name Dio doesn’t recognize, but the energetic boy is quickly put in his place with George’s hand on his shoulder.

“Jonathan! That is not how we greet our guests!” George scolds his son. Jonathan’s shoulder slink apologetically, like a beaten down puppy. 

Dio despises that look more than anything. He makes an expression of disgust before he hears some chuckling. 

“Oh, it’s alright, George, let the boy be! He’s young!” A jovial voice exclaims, and George sighs. 

“I’m aware, my friend. I just can’t help but worry about what kind of man he will grow up to be,” George muses, tugging on Jonathan’s ears. Dio’s ears pick up that despite the negative words, George isn’t angry at Jonathan. Jonathan himself isn’t too offended either. 

Hmph. Disgusting. 

Dio figures that he’s seen enough and makes his appearance in front of the guests. The man is clearly foreign and has some semitic features that Dio hardly has ever seen in Britain. He’s finely dressed, wearing a fancy English suit and plenty of gold accessories. Dio finds himself fascinated by the many rings on the man’s fingers. 

“My, my, and who could this be?” The man questions, a friendly smile on his face. Dio is frankly grossed out by the overly familiar tone the man takes, but bites his tongue back. 

“This is my adopted son, Dio Brando,” George proudly states. The man extends his hand to Dio and shakes it with a firm grip. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brando,” he introduces himself then pats his child on their shoulder. “This is (Y/n), my only child. I assume you’re all the same age, so I think you’ll get along splendidly.” 

Dio glances at you briefly as you bow your head politely to him. “It’s very nice to meet you, Dio.” 

You look quite similar to your father, albeit, younger and more rounded, with the same features Dio finds rare on you. Your clothes are just as intricate as your father’s, clearly very expensive, making Dio curious about just how rich you and your father are. 

Dio bows his head back to you. “It’s nice to meet you as well, (Y/n).” 

Once the greetings are done, Jonathan goes up to you and excitedly beams at you. “(Y/n), did you bring anything for me this time?” 

Dio is almost tempted to smack Jonathan on behalf of George, but you chuckle and nod, seemingly not minding. You glance over to make sure the older men are not looking and open your satchel, taking out a red box. Dio and Jonathan peek at it while you remove the cover. Inside the box are small, pink cubes covered in white sugar. 

“Woah… what are these?” Jonathan asks. 

“Lokum, oh, ah, ‘Turkish delights’,” you say in English. Jonathan is about to take one when you close the box and shake your head. Jonathan pouts after being denied, probably due to his love of sweets. “After dinner. Otherwise my father might lecture me.” 

“Turkish delight, you say?” Dio repeats. “So, I assume you and your father must deal within the Middle East, correct?” 

“Yes. He was born there, then moved here to start his business,” you pridefully comment, always happy to share how proud you are of your father’s hard work. 

“Interesting…” Dio thinks. He frowns when he thinks of his own drunkard of a father, and the gross feeling that dwells within him bubbles upfront. How nice it must be to be happy for your father. How wonderful it must feel to be proud to share the same DNA as the man who had created you. He can’t point to a single thing he enjoyed about Dario, can’t even count anything nice the man has done on one hand except die. 

Yet you look to hold your father in such high regard, perhaps even moreso than Jonathan does to George. Likewise, your father keeps smiling at you and flaunting your accomplishments to George, as if you were the best of the best. As if you were the most wonderful thing to have ever graced this earth. 

Dio can’t help but feel disgusted and so, so jealous that you get a father who adores and spoils you like nothing else. You don’t even have a mother, but that doesn’t seem to damper you. Any hope he had of wanting to meet you is squashed by the hatred and rage he feels for your relationship. 

----

You write letters often, Dio finds out. Now Dio knows why Jonathan is always so excited to check the mail. Soon after leaving the dinner party George held, Dio started getting letters addressed just to him from you. 

Apparently, you were too stupid to understand that Dio wanted nothing to do with you and actively despised you like he did Jonathan. Or maybe you just didn’t care, since you began writing about anything and everything you were thinking of as if you were old acquaintances. Dio once snagged Jonathan’s letter from you to see if the tone was any different, but almost nothing was, except for mentions of a historical places Jonathan would like to possibly visit. 

At first, he burned them away, not interested in whatever mindless rabble you had to discuss. He had no interest in history, none in studying, and absolutely none for whatever rich person you had just met on the road. Jonathan writes back plenty, but in order to save face, Dio writes back, only very rarely, pretending as if he actually cared. 

It isn’t until his birthday that he sighs and relents, opening up the package you had sent. He rolls his eyes at the well wishes you give him (although he does wonder briefly how you knew his birthday) but finds two wrapped gifts in the box. 

In the first one, thinner and longer, is a selection of the Turkish delights you had brought over the first time you met. He actually hadn’t bothered trying it then, mostly due to his disgust with you and the fact Jonathan looked like he was enjoying himself when he took a bite. 

He snorts and rolls his eyes, about ready to throw away the sweets when the smell of the powdered sugar and rosewater drifts into his nose. It is… certainly unique, he thinks. Nothing like what he’s ever smelled before. He places the box on his desk again and glares at it, as if the treats were personally ruining his day. He folds his arms and stares at it some more. 

He should throw this out. Never look at this and just write a quick ‘thank you’ so you felt appreciated or something. But still… the powdered sugar dusting the outside, the sweet, sweet smell of it- it was far too tempting. He clicked his tongue and picked one up, groaning at the way the sugar dusted his fingers and part of his suit. 

“Disgusting,” he mumbles before he takes a large bite of it. The taste is nothing like what he’s ever had before, and he nearly chokes at it. He coughs then swallows, taken aback by the taste. It’s… it’s quite delicious. He’s never tried something so wonderfully sweet, something that overtakes the senses quite like this. Roses make an interesting flavor profile, he muses. 

Wait, no, what is he thinking, getting excited over this stupid gift from an annoyance like you? He closes the box of sweets then opens the last box. Inside is a ring, similar to the one your father wore at the dinner party. The ring had a large amber stone, and Dio twirls it in his hands, fascinated with how the light catches the stone. 

This must have cost a fortune. He chuckles as he picks up the note to go alongside the ring. 

My father and I thought a ring would be a good gift for you. He says that it’s always wise to have something nice on your hand. It can bring you good luck and make you stand out. I hope you like the color- he was going to get you the blue one, but this one reminded me of your eyes. I thought you might appreciate it more. 

Happy birthday, Dio. 

You sign your name at the bottom and Dio finds himself biting his lip harshly. It’s really frustrating how you always naively try to think of him like this. Who said he wanted your damn sweets? Who said he wanted your rings? Or your good luck? Who said he wanted anything you had? 

He shakes his head and gazes at the ring again. He hates himself, so why would you dare get something that is meant to be of him? This body that he despises, how could you covet it in a god damn ring meant for him? 

You bother and enrage him like nothing else. He always thought this was because of your friendship with Jonathan, but this just cemented that the hate he felt for you was entirely just because of who you were. Whereas Jonathan was an obstacle he needed to rid of for the Joestar inheritance, you were someone who actively treated him like a damn charity case. 

You must have thought you were so clever and kind gifting these things to him, weren’t you? 

Fine. If you wanted to be a useful idiot for him, then he would make sure to get the most use out of you. The violent rage he had boiled over into interest and excitement. He grabbed his paper and pen, quickly writing a letter back to you. 

This time, however, he made sure to be more expressive than he normally would have. He laughed loudly as he signed the paper in a hurry and sealed it within an envelope. This could be quite enjoyable. 

Imagine him- getting rid of Jonathan and using you for his own gain! Not just one- but two means of success and fortune! Oh, you were a delightful idiot through and through, he thought as he threw aside the lid to the dessert and popped in another cube. 

----

The years were kind to Dio. Ever since his plan to use you came to fruition, he slowly refined it to working his way up to being able to ask for your hand in marriage. He spent years cleaning up his act, faking his way to the top, even joining the rugby team and a university to study law. He was practically the perfect man- attractive, intelligent, resourceful, strong- why, anyone would be lucky to have him as a son-in-law and husband. 

The interest he deemed to show you in his teens made you reciprocate his affections. You began writing longer letters for him than you did to Jonathan. You would stop by and visit, not even for Jonathan, but just for Dio now. You two would have long discussions in the gardens, on the road, and in the library of the Joestar mansion. Your father practically adored Dio as a son, always patting his shoulder and joking with him more casually. He was an admirable prize, one that was practically handing himself on a silver platter for you. 

Except, somewhere along the line, like a damn fool, Dio made a mistake in his normally thorough plans. Somewhere, somehow- you managed to make Dio enjoy your presence. This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

When he first started trying to get your attention, he often would do so at the expense of Jonathan. He just liked pissing his brother off while he would drag you away as if he had something urgent to say to you privately. He would aggrandize and embellish his stories, making himself seem far more noble and special than Jonathan was. Of course, Jonathan, ignorant as may be at times, wasn’t stupid. He knew right away Dio was up to no good and tried to warn you, subtly take you away, or even insert himself into the times when Dio pulled you aside. 

Nothing worked, however. You either didn’t notice or didn’t care, always brushing aside the warnings and believing in Dio wholeheartedly. It was cute- misguided, frankly- but cute, nonetheless. Especially after Dio did his best to mend his relationship with Jonathan, Jonathan found he had no leg to stand on and tried to leave the past behind him, wishing you two only the best. 

Good, thought Dio. He was tired of having to play nice with his Jonathan, and now that Jonathan had no chance of stealing you away from him, Dio could enact his plan still. And that’s what it should have stayed. 

But fate was far more strange than Dio realized. One day, he would find himself listening to you more. While before, it was just to keep track of your stories to use later, it now became an interesting part of his day. Another day, he would naturally seek out your hand to hold- not as a means to make you swoon and desire him, but just for his own comfort. And on another, god, he couldn’t believe this- he found himself imagining what a ‘home’ could be like for you and him. 

You somehow managed to imprint yourself in his brain, filling his head with stupid, ridiculous, and childish thoughts. He found the hushed whispers he spoke in your ear to become less and less false as time went on. He found the way your cheeks would warm up made him grin and not smirk. He found your voice pleasant and the words you’d say become clearer. He found his body recoiling when any other man, especially Jonathan, tried to talk to you. 

You ruined him. You ruined everything. How dare you? He could afford plenty of things now, yet he continued to wear that damn amber ring on his finger. You adored his eyes, and for once, he found himself almost agreeing whenever he looked in the mirror before he would take you on a date. 

You. Damn. Worm. 

You must be the devil. You must be some evil snake charming him and destroying him inside and out. He couldn’t accept the fact that he, Dio Brando, was actually enjoying your presence in his life. 

You spoke of the trips you took with your father for business. You loved almost all your destinations, bringing back souvenirs and charming photos for him. But one city always stood out to him. 

Cairo. 

“Oh, yes, the city is wonderful there,” you mused dreamily. “There are these beautiful pyramids-” 

You point at the photos of these pyramids and he’s become interested in these monumental landmarks. Jonathan made a mention of them once, he thinks. 

“And what are these pyramids for, exactly? Why would someone just build these with stone in the middle of a desert of all places?” Dio raises a brow. Although he’s impressed, he finds himself questioning the worth of these structures. You chuckle, a sound he’s grown to enjoy. 

“The ancient Egyptians lived here, Dio. They built these pyramids and all sorts of buildings for their final resting place,” you smile. 

“Tch, how pretentious,” he teases. “You sound far too happy talking about a place of death.” 

“Perhaps, but you know, death isn’t so bad.” Now this makes him pause. 

“And what do you mean by that?” Dio questions. You shrug. 

“Well, for them, they believed that when you died, your heart would be judged and you could go to the Field of Reeds, Aaru.” 

“Similar to western dogma,” Dio mumbles. He never had such faith in things like ‘God’ or a ‘heaven’. 

If God really existed, he would have helped Dio’s mother. He would’ve made Dario a better father. Would have made Dio feel safe. 

But there is no such thing, no such tangible way to prove that God did exist. And it seems these ancient humans were just as foolish as the people of today. They would continue to believe in something that did not exist and did not love them. 

“Yes, you could say that,” you nod. “But I think the idea is nice overall. Don’t you think?” “I don’t understand what could be considered ‘nice’ about it,” he frowns. 

“I like to think of it as a second chance. Another way to live, having gone through the struggles of your first life. You’d know more and appreciate more.” 

You don’t notice the way his face tenses as he grits his teeth. Even if there was a god, in no way shape or form was Dio ever going to be in ‘heaven’. He could push that aside right away. He was the son of Dario, and that certainly already meant he was sentenced to eternal damnation. 

“I see,” is all he says. You snap your fingers as you then show a picture of a gorgeous terracotta mansion. 

“I almost forgot to show you! We got to stay in this beautiful place. Oh, it was just wonderful inside. I think you’d love it. There was a lovely garden there, too. I wish I could take you there, I’d show you everything Cairo has to offer! And you could finally taste the dates when they’re ripe and the festivals that go on there!” 

“I would love nothing more,” he replies, suddenly thinking of how hot Cairo must feel. He wondered how you would smile if the festivals were going on. How lovely the night must be with you in it under the lamps and palm trees of Egypt. “Maybe we can go for our honeymoon?” You lightly smack his shoulders and laugh. “Don’t tease me like that! Otherwise I might make you propose tomorrow!” 

“I could have that arranged,” Dio leans forward, resting his chin on his hand. 

“Let’s focus on our studies first,” you chuckle. “I really would love to marry, but alas, our fathers have decided to make us wait longer.” 

“Alas,” he joins in, the thought of finally being yours and you being his making his heart swell. 

Only you could offer Dio this momentary salvation. This brief respite of peace despite the anger and hatred he held in his heart. This was a feeling only reserved for you, the you who practically forced your presence and love onto him. 

It almost didn’t even feel like a part of his plan to gain the two fortunes, even though he would force himself to remember this was just business. Ah, but you made it so easy to enjoy life. You made him forget for a moment he was not the son of Dario Brando. You could made him forget he was a maniacal bastard orphan, instead making him feel he was Dio. A new Dio, a Dio no one could have thought ever existed, even him. A Dio that was just a man, for once. 

He would become Dio, the man who would pick you fresh roses. Dio, the man who carried you over puddles on the street. Dio, who enjoyed drinking tea with you. Dio, who loved when you slipped into your mother tongue. Dio, who held you when you cried. Dio, the man who would get curious whenever you would remark joyfully about his birth marks, saying he must have been lucky. 

The only thing “lucky” about him was you. That’s all he could genuinely point out in his life as “lucky” and “good”. 

So slowly, and foolishly, the only thing he could do was simply let you in deeper into his heart, letting you carve your initials into him and marking him as your helpless servant. 

----

It had now been two months since your passing. Dio returned to the mansion in a drunken stupor, finding he was unfortunately still aware. 

Aware of how empty he was. How angry he was. How much he despised everything. 

Why the hell was Jonathan crying over you? Jonathan knew nothing about you. Jonathan didn’t love you or care for you anywhere close that Dio did. 

That rich boy who had everything handed to him and given to him just for existing knew nothing of the pain Dio was feeling. 

He didn’t deserve to cry over you. Didn’t deserve to feel a god damn thing about you. 

Dio was the one supposed to marry you- not him! So Jonathan should have left and let him grieve properly over the fact his betrothed was now gone. 

Was this God’s way of punishing him? Huh? Was this his sick joke? A reminder to him that no matter he did, he was never meant to be happy? 

Was that all his life was? One meaningless, empty joke for God to amuse himself with? 

Dio couldn’t help but burn every letter he had kept from you over the years. He didn’t need them. With a bottle of alcohol in his hand and a few letters in the other, he held them over the fireplace and let them burn to ash and dust. He didn’t care. Couldn’t care less. 

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing could ever bring him satisfaction. Nothing could ever bring him joy or peace. He was obviously not meant to have it. 

Even your own father tried to console Dio, having thought of him like a son, but Dio couldn’t bother. Your father promised to give employment and a portion his fortune to Dio still, already securing his future wealth. 

But that wasn’t enough. It was not enough. For every ounce of love you tried to give Dio, he felt a thousand times more angry at the world he lived in. 

He didn’t need this world. He didn’t want any of this. He couldn’t live like this. 

He couldn’t die like you- oh god, no, he couldn’t. He’d most certainly be punished and made to repent for his sins. 

As he burned the last of your letters, he downed the rest of the alcohol, burning his throat. He could not muster anymore tears, not after he laid the roses down on your tombstone. Dio Brando was dead and buried alongside you. 

All that was left of him was his hatred. 

So close to having everything he wanted, and now it was all gone. 

He was so close to even giving up his earlier desires to torture Jonathan, instead content to protect your father’s business and travel with you after he finished getting his degree. But now he had nothing to hope for. 

Drunk as he may have been, he found himself thinking like he did when he was a young boy. 

Yes… I’ll just kill them all. I’ll ruin them all. I should’ve stuck with that plan originally. 

He cursed himself between hiccups, cursing himself for daring to let you in, letting himself feel safe around you, letting himself be vulnerable and able to be torn to shreds by you. 

It was his fault. His fault for all of this. If he hadn’t acted a fool and loved you, he could’ve had Jonathan gone, perhaps disowned or dying in a ditch somewhere. He could’ve been the richest, prodigal son of Britain. He would’ve been powerful then. He wouldn’t have had to have you extinguish every ounce of life within him. 

He was no longer human. He was now Dio. Only Dio. 

Dio, who hated everything. Dio, who had no love for anything but himself. Dio, who wanted everything erased. Dio, who had become exactly like the man he despised most. 

He hated it all. 

In his anger, he picked up the pictures you had given him and threw them all in the fire. He hacked out his lungs when the smoke billowed from them and surrounded him. A few photos began to melt before his very eyes, but for some reason, one of them caught his eye. 

The terracotta, three story mansion from your trip in Cairo. The one you wanted to take him to. The one you two dreamed about going on your honeymoon for. The one you joked about possibly buying and redesigning to make it your home forever. 

He gasped and grabbed the photo, blowing out the flame quickly and saving a majority of the picture. The corner was burned off, but the picture still remained. He held it to his chest and let out a shaky breath. 

Cairo was something he could never give up. Cairo, the only place that would allow him to be with you. Cairo, the place where you two promised to go. 

You promised. 

So why…? Why? Why, why, why? 

But Cairo would have to wait. He had something he needed to do first. Once he could get rid of Jonathan and George, and everything else that would stand in his way, then he could go there. 

I will find you again in Cairo, my (Y/n)...

[sisterprocrastinator]

Mushy May 2024

Part of @forlorn-crows' Mushy May challenge

Day 5: Animals

Phantom ghoul

1800 words

SFW fluff 🖤

Phantom loses his heart to a puppy

Thanks again to @ghuleh-recs for the divider 💖

AO3 link here

“...and you must remember to keep your helmet on at all times. No growling. No biting. No fangs or claws in general,” Papa was saying. “Phantom? Phantom!”

He blinked, eyes snapping to his Papa. What had he just been saying? Oh.

Phantom nodded and grinned, showing his fangs.

“No, my ghoul. Do it how we practiced,” Papa said, giving him an exaggerated smile and making sure none of his teeth were showing.

“He’s going to fuck it up,” Dew said snarkily from the back of the bus.

Papa glared at him and scowled.

“He will be absolutely fine, Dewdrop. He’s just a little excited.”

Phantom hadn’t been topside for long. Everything was still new and shiny and exciting and even he admitted that he was still very easily distracted. He’d just proved that when Papa was speaking and he’d seen a field of cows out of the window as they drove towards the city. They were way more interesting than whatever Papa had been saying.

The human sighed wearily and Phantom tried his best to mimic him, smiling and keeping his lips firmly closed. Papa grimaced but he seemed happy enough.

“Perfect.”

The bus slowed and they reached their destination.

The Ministry had offered sponsorship and a sizeable donation to a local animal shelter and today was their first time visiting it.

Papa had decided that it was about time Phantom did some publicity and he figured behind the closed doors of the shelter would be the perfect place to do it.

What could go wrong?

The ghouls and ghoulettes piled off the bus, shoving and pushing to get to the front. Phantom hung back, taking everything in with wide eyes as he climbed down the steps.

Two human women greeted them and only did a couple of double takes at the eight masked ghouls and face painted Papa before they plastered on their most welcoming smiles.

“We have such a treat for you guys!” the older one said. “We have a litter of puppies that just came into the shelter. Someone found them in a dumpster and brought them in.”

Phantom whined when he thought about the poor little things and Swiss smacked him on the arm.

“No whining,” he hissed through his teeth.

Phantom nodded and followed the others inside.

They were taken to an outdoor area with fake grass and fake plants and fences all around. A photographer was there and he introduced himself to them all, announcing that he’d be taking some pictures for the shelter’s website.

Papa turned on the charm and the ghouls all waited.

A few moments passed and a door opened, bringing with it the scent of small animals.

The ghoulettes squealed when the human who was carrying a large crate of puppies set it down and opened the lid.

“They are so freaking adorable!” Cumulus said, overcome with emotion at the sight of the nine fluffy bundles of cuteness.

The human began distributing puppies for each of them to hold and the photographer started snapping pictures. Phantom was last to get one and by that point he was practically vibrating with excitement. The happiness of the rest of his pack coursed through his quintessential self and the buzz from it had him shaking with anticipation.

It was his turn and he moved over to stand by the crate. The human shelter worker reached inside and pulled out the last puppy.

Phantom’s breath hitched. It was the most beautiful creature he thought he’d ever seen. He reached out a shaking hand and double checked that he’d glamoured his claws away before he took what was offered.

His heart did a little flip as he gently took the tiny puppy from her. It fit into the palm of his hand and its brown fluffy fur was so soft. He held it up to his face to get a closer look and when its black eyes met his, it felt as though the ownership of Phantom’s soul was transferred into this miniature being.

It blinked and made an adorable snuffling sound and he was an absolute goner.

He nuzzled it with his cheek and breathed in its scent, memorising it.

Was this what he’d been taught in his lessons about being on Earth? Was this what being in love felt like? Because he felt like he would tear down the world to protect this ball of fluff and lay waste to anyone who dared harm a hair on its tiny head.

Phantom looked up and the photographer was taking pictures of him. He cuddled the puppy and wrapped a protective hand gently around it.

Dewdrop came to stand with him, cradling his own and they posed for a couple of pictures together.

“Why do we not have these at the den?” Phantom asked the other ghoul. “Why does everyone not have one of these? Why would someone leave them in a dumpster?”

Dew shrugged at him.

“I dunno. They chew shoes and poop on the floor. That’s what Papa said when Cirrus asked for one.”

Phantom looked down at his. It made his heart hurt when he thought about handing the little guy back. The pain was physical and he didn’t like it one bit. He’d already picked out a name for it. The shelter had said they could name them and he’d picked Leviathan, or Levi. It suited him.

“Okay you guys, I think that wraps things up,” the older human woman said after a little while.

Disappointed sighs and groans sounded out from the others and they dutifully made their way back towards the crate to hand over the puppies.

Phantom felt that stab of hurt in his heart again at the thought of handing Levi back. He had to do something.

Levi didn’t have a family of his own so surely he would be better off at the den with them? Phantom would love him and make sure he was safe better than any of these humans ever could.

He made his decision.

Phantom called up his quintessential magics and sent just enough to Levi to make him go to sleep. The others were all too busy still cooing over the puppies in the crate so they didn’t notice as he carefully slipped the sleeping pup under his waistcoat and folded his arms across his stomach.

Aurora turned to him and tilted her head.

“Are you okay, bug?” she said, glancing at the arms wrapped around his middle.

Phantom glanced down at them and shook his head. It was only a white lie. Papa has said white lies were fine if they were for a good enough reason.

“My stomach hurts.”

Aurora snorted.

“It was probably the slushie you chugged before we left. We told you not to down it like that.”

“It tasted so good though,” Phantom said in a small voice.

She shook her head sympathetically.

“Want me to take you back to the bus?” she asked gently.

Phantom nodded, feeling guilty that she was being so nice to him but was unwittingly aiding and abetting his puppy theft.

She let Papa know and they went to the bus.

Phantom went straight to the back corner and curled up on the seat, checking to make sure that Levi was okay when Aurora left him to it. The puppy made a little whining sound but stayed fast asleep.

Phantom smiled, booping his little nose and staring down at him with wide, adoring eyes.

He must have fallen asleep for a while because he woke to angry voices.

“I knew he would fuck this up! He can’t just go around stealing things like this! He’ll get us all punished.”

It was Dew and he was pissed.

“Leave him be, he didn’t know he shouldn’t do it!” Aurora said, sticking up for him.

“Papa is going to be so angry with him. I told him that the stupid bug would fuck it up and he has!”

Phantom whimpered and looked down at the still sleeping puppy that was hidden against his chest.

“Dew, come on, it’s not his fault!”

“It never is, is it? I’m sick of his shit.” Dew marched down the bus towards him with Aurora closely following. Phantom put his arms around himself protectively. Dew loomed over him and held out his hand, eyes burning with angry fire. “Hand it over.”

Phantom growled and Dew quirked a brow at him.

“No! He’s mine!” he snarled.

Dew rolled his eyes.

“Dew? What’s going on? Did you find the puppy?” Papa’s voice drifted down the bus.

“Yes. Phantom has him. Like I told you he would.”

Dew stepped aside to make way for Papa who came and sat down next to him. Phantom curled further into the corner away from him.

“You’ve taken good care of him I see,” Papa said patiently. “But it’s time to give him back now, Phantom. His brothers and sisters miss him.”

“He doesn’t have a family! He can come home with us. He'll be so happy and so loved.”

Papa smiled indulgently, eyes straying to the swatch of brown fur that was sticking out of the waistcoat.

“He’s too young to leave here yet. He needs the shelter to look after him until he’s strong enough to go. It could make him ill if he doesn’t get the care he needs. You wouldn’t want that now, would you?”

Phantom blinked a few times, eyes suddenly wet and stinging.

“Oh. Well, no. I guess not,” Phantom sniffed.

“Can we take him back?” Papa said carefully. “Did you put him to sleep?” Phantom nodded and Papa sighed. “Can you wake him up again for me?”

Phantom called back his magics and the puppy wriggled, looking up at him with those big, black, glossy eyes.

“Can I carry him back?”

Papa nodded and stood, offering Phantom his hand.

“Of course. Come on, let’s get him back with his pack.”

Phantom understood that. The need to be with your pack, safe and warm and cuddled up with the others. It broke his heart but Papa was right.

They slowly made their way off the bus much to the delight of the others. Phantom hugged Levi to him the whole way back and dutifully handed him over to the human who was waiting for them.

“Can we come and see him again?” Phantom asked, watching as the woman placed Levi back into the crate with the other pups.

She looked up at him and smiled.

“Of course, as long as he doesn’t go walkabout again,” she said with a chuckle.

Phantom sighed and let Papa lead him away, back to the bus where his pack was waiting for him.

Aurora was the first to offer him a hug and he let the ghoulette walk him up the steps and through the bus.

“How about I come back with you next week to see him?” she said, arm around his shoulders and guiding him to the back where Cirrus and Cumulus were waiting for them.

Phantom nodded.

“I’d like that. Thank you.”

He sat down and the ghoulettes snuggled into him. The bus rumbled to life and pulled away from the shelter.

Phantom let the comfort of his pack soothe his aching heart as he left the puppy behind with his own pack.

[sentientgolfball]

Hello! Can I request a Phantom x Reader where reader is heavily tattooed? Like from her fingers to her feet, but it's typically hidden by her uniform and dress glove, and Phantom finds out. Can be Sfw or Nsfw, which you feel like writing! Thank you!

All of you are personally responsible for my Phantom brainrot only getting worse <3 I hope you enjoy it anon

Went nsfw for this one cause why the hell not sooooo

18+ MDNI

My requests are open !

Your head shot up at the sound of multiple voices getting louder and louder. You immediately noticed a gaggle of ghouls making their way to the dock, arms full of various beach day supplies and copious amounts of alcohol. You grumbled and sunk below the surface, letting the water envelope you in its cool embrace. It has been extraordinarily hot for the past two weeks and you were over it. The Ministry was so stuffy with all the bodies and the habits weren’t exactly made out of the most breathable material. The only people who seemed even remotely comfortable were the fire ghouls who resided on site. 

You were sick of it. Everyday you woke up and prayed to the Lords below that it would be cooler, or at least let a breeze pass through, and everyday it seemed to only get hotter. You had reached your limit. You worked yourself half to death over the weekend and early into the week so that you could squeeze in a day off or two to go be lazy at the lake. And that’s exactly what you were doing, or it was. You resurfaced when you felt your lungs start to burn with lack of oxygen and began to swim back to the beach. You were a bit annoyed about the fact that your lazy day got interrupted. It’s not that you didn’t like the ghouls per say but they were very energetic and very loud and you had really been enjoying quietly floating around. 

Oh well. 

You had been at the lake for hours now so you can’t complain too much. When you got to the shallows you stood and walked the rest of the way to where your stuff was set up and the moment you did you heard the calls from the ghouls. You weren’t all that surprised. You had worn a swimsuit that left little to the imagination. You always did when you went to the lake, it was just about your only chance to really show off the ink that adorned every inch of your body. You were proud of them. You hated that your everyday habit covered up almost all of them. 

You ignored the ghouls while you packed up your things and dried off. When you were finished you wrapped your towel around your waist forgoing the clothes you brought to put on. It was still too damn hot. As you turned to leave you made eye contact with one of the ghouls at the dock and immediately recognized him as the new quintessence ghoul. Phantom. Oh the look on his face was priceless. He was completely frozen in place staring at you as you walked past, slack jawed, eyes roaming over your body. His cheeks were dusted a deep plum color and you would bet money that it’s not from the heat. You felt a surge of confidence, suddenly completely forgetting about your earlier annoyance. You gave him a little wave before you completely passed the dock on your trek back to the Ministry. Just before you were out of earshot you heard the teasing voices of Dew and Rain. 

“Aww the new kids got a crush on the sister.”

“I mean can you blame him? You’ve seen how that back tat looks when she—“ 

The thought was quickly cut off by a yelp and a splash. You laughed at the mental image of Phantom shoving the little fire ghoul into the water. You also couldn’t help your own blush creeping onto your face. You thought the quintessence ghoul was very cute. He was always so eager to help and learn about human things. He constantly looked like a puppy seeing a Christmas tree for the first time and it made you smile. You also really wanted to wreck him. Something about the thought of getting a ghoul to beg and cry as a human turned you on. You pocketed that thought for later, though, because right now your focus was on finding a way to spend your day off not dying in a pool of your own sweat. Maybe the kitchen staff would let you read in the walk in? 

~~~

You ended up taking a nice long shower to wash the lake smell away and binge watched a series a friend had recommended to you for the remainder of your day. You groaned when you heard the bells chime signaling that dinner was ready in the feast hall. You had begrudgingly pulled your habit and gloves back on. You didn’t hate your position as an occultist-in-training but the uniform was a bit much in your opinion, especially compared to other Sibling’s outfits. You sighed, adjusted yourself one final time in the mirror and left. 

That’s where you are now. Sitting in the hall trying your hardest to focus on whatever gossip your friends were sharing, but that was almost impossible with the feeling of Phantom burning holes into the back of your head. You noticed him staring the minute you entered the feast hall and he hasn’t looked away since. You considered walking over to him, trying to speak with him, but you didn’t want to seem too forward. Then you contemplated returning his gaze, but you know your group would’ve clocked what you were doing immediately and you were not in the mood to entertain an interrogation. So you sat there quietly wolfing down your meal so you could get the hell out and back to your room. 

You waited for a lull in the conversation before standing and leaving, bidding everyone a good night. You walked down the hallways a few feet before glancing around to make sure no Clergy or higher Siblings were around before ripping your gloves. It was still too damn hot to be wearing your full uniform. 

“So it is you.” 

You jump at the sound of a voice. You spin around only to find Phantom standing right behind you. 

“Where the hell did you come from?” 

“I think you answered your own question.” 

You crack a smile at his joke before moving to put the gloves back on. He grabs your wrist. 

“Don’t. I like them” he brushes his thumb over the design of the raised skin “I think they’re pretty.” 

“Is that why you were staring all night?” You tease knowing damn well none of your tattoos are visible in uniform. He blushed and when he speaks his voice is a bit higher. 

“Well no I mean yes I was just…confused? You smelled the same but you looked completely different. I wasn’t sure if I had the right person.” 

His explanation gives you the perfect idea to end your little lazy day. 

“Do you wanna see them again?” you step closer to him “all of them?” 

It’s adorable how quickly he nods his head, tail wagging in the air behind him. 

You really have no idea how it happens. You close the door to your room and he’s immediately on you, though not in the way you expected. He’s squeezing you tight against him, wrapping his tail around your leg, but you don’t miss the way the spade sways dangerously close to your clothed clit. Or the way you can feel his dick getting chubby with interest. You’ve been with ghouls before. You know he can smell your arousal. Hell, he’s a quintessence ghoul he can probably feel it. You assume he’s just trying to draw out the electric energy of anticipation. He laughs and you get your answer.

 You decide to ruin his plans and pull him straight into a deep kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. He kisses you back just as passionately, tightening his grip on your hips. You shudder at the feeling of his claws digging in. He pulls back suddenly panting ever so slightly. 

“Can I see them now?” His eyes roam your form. 

“Only if you ask nicely.” 

He huffs a laugh and you’re about ready to respond when you feel the tip of his tail ghost over your clit. You gasp at the sudden feeling and smack him lightly on the arm. 

“I said ask.” You say as you begin to pull your top off. 

“It worked didn’t it?” He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. You throw the ball of fabric at his head. He pulls it off with a laugh, but stops when he sees your bare chest. You can see the outline of his cock straining against his pants. 

“You can touch them.” You whisper suddenly feeling a bit flustered by the way he’s looking at you. He slowly brings his hands to your forearms, trailing them up to your shoulders before letting go and tracing the design on your abdomen. 

“Have you never seen tattoos before?” You ask, watching his hands. 

“Of course I have but I just…I’ve never seen a human with so many. They’re all so different. They’re so beautiful. You’re beautiful.” 

You wrap your arms around the back of his head and pull him into another kiss sliding the tip of your tongue into the fork of his. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hands slide up to squeeze and knead your tits, swiping his thumb over your nipples. You thread your fingers through his hair, giving it a light tug before taking a few steps backwards towards your bed. You pull him without breaking contact as you fall into the plush mattress. You pull his head up by his hair to meet your eyes eliciting a breathy moan from him. His hands are rubbing circles into your hips, gently sliding over the hem of your pants. 

“Please?” He whines out not taking his eyes off the tattoo that dips below the waistline. 

“Fuck go right ahead baby boy.” You wiggle your hips to help him as he makes quick work of taking your pants and underwear off in one go before tossing his own shirt off who knows where. 

You’re both left staring in awe at each other, him completely enamored by the art adorning your skin, you mesmerized by the lichtenberg figure scars cutting through the entire left half of his body. Of course you had seen the scars on his face, but you had no idea they continued down so low. 

“You can touch them.” He says mirroring your positions from earlier. You prop yourself up on your elbows and lean forward to trail soft kisses from the epicenter to the branch that strikes up his neck pulling little whines and whimpers from him. You gasp and pull back when the scars pulse purple and little sparks of magic zap through you. 

“Shit sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t control it when I get excited.” He looks a little fearful. 

You just laugh and brush your hands over your lips “No it’s alright. It just shocked me.” 

There’s a heartbeat of silence before Phantom busts out laughing and you throw your head into the pillow with a groan at the accidental pun. 

“Alright that’s it, no more sex. That was too embarrassing.” 

“Nah you’re stuck with me now.” He lays his whole weight on you and buries his face into the crook of your neck purring wildly. The laugh you felt bubbling up turns into a moan when you feel him drag his fangs over your pulse point. He sucks a bruise into the skin before biting hard enough to leave a mark. He trails his lips from your shoulder to your collarbone, pausing briefly to add some art of his own on your tits before continuing down your abdomen to your hips. He makes sure to take his time, practically worshiping each design with his mouth when he passes over them. The whole thing has you shuddering and squirming beneath him. 

He scrapes his fangs from the tattoo on your hip to the one on your thigh. 

“I wonder if they’d make you taste different.” 

You knock him in the head gently with your knee.

“Don’t even think about it. I like that one too much for you to give me a piercing.” 

He hums in disappointment “Fine. I can always taste something else.” He says before burying himself between your legs. 

You gasp at the suddenness of it and scramble to find something to grasp. Your hand makes its way right back into his hair as he drags his forked tongue from your slit to your clit. He circles his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking, causing you to moan and push your hips closer to him. You feel him loop his tongue around your clit before snaking down to lap at your entrance. 

“Shit Phantom. Just like that. You’re such a good boy.” He moans against you as more sparks of quintessence ripple across his skin and over yours. You make a mental note of that reaction before you feel his impossibly long tongue sliding into you. 

You arch against his face, involuntarily squeezing your thighs around his head as you feel him lick places you didn’t even know existed. Your legs tremble as the gentle probing of his tongue becomes steadier, more earnest. 

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna fuck—“  He flexes his claws against the meat of your thighs as his brow furrows in a concentration you’ve never seen from the ghoul. He swirls his tongue through your folds before pushing it all the way back in, burying his nose against your clit. You can feel the swell of your orgasm deep in your stomach as he fucks you with this tongue. Another pulse of quintessence shoots through you and you can’t hold back. Your eyes slam shut as you cum against his face, moaning out a string of curses and praises. 

He pulls back and sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it. His eyes roll to the back of his head. 

“I need you. Right now.” 

“You can fucking have me baby boy.” 

He lets out a pleased trill and makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and wiggling out of his pants and boxers. As he’s doing this, you flip over onto your back. You feel him run the tips of his claws reverently tracing the tat there before sliding down to squeeze your ass. You look over your shoulder at him only to be met with the biggest, blown out eyes you’ve ever seen. 

“What?” You say cocking your head innocently “Just wanted to show you exactly what Dew was talking about.” 

He blushes so deep he’s practically glowing. The sight makes you laugh as you slowly lift your hips and tuck your knees to your stomach. He wastes no time in getting behind you. He digs his fingers into your hips to steady himself as he slowly drags the head of his cock against your slick. 

“Still can’t believe how wet humans get.” He mutters more to himself before he’s sliding gradually into you. You both moan when he bottoms out. He pauses for a moment letting you get accustomed to the feeling of him before he gives you a few experimental thrusts. You push your hips back against him searching for more and he gives it to you. He slides almost all the way out before pushing back in with one snap of his hips. He starts up a rhythmic pace as you arch your back and moan into the pillow. 

“You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You’re so good.” He whines watching the way the design of the ink shifts and stretches with each movement of your body. His head rolls back on his shoulders when you clench around him. He snakes his hands between your thighs and rubs at your clit as he snaps into you, dragging the head of his cock against your walls. The air pulses with quintessence and when you turn your head to breathe you can see the room aglow with purple lighting. You steal a glance behind you and see his scars pulsing with magic, his head thrown back in absolute ecstasy. You can see his lips moving but you can’t hear anything coming out. 

You feel another ripple of quintessence and you squeeze around him with a moan. He keens forward and drapes himself over you searching for your hands while he desperately ruts into you. You feel the rubber band snap within you.

“Phantom oh fuck I’m gonna—“ another spark of magic and you’re done for. You cum on his cock, crying out little praises of ‘good boy’ as the wave of pleasure engulfs you. 

It only takes a few more thrusts before you feel him pull out and splash hotly onto your back. 

“Holy shit.” You pant out, letting yourself go limp into the bed. 

“Blasphemous.” he laughs and grabs his discarded shirt off the floor to wipe his spend off of you. 

When he’s done you roll back over only to be met with his glowing eyes looking down affectionately at you. You open your arms and he practically jumps into them shifting your positions around so that he’s the one holding you. You give him a kiss and scratch behind his pointed ear, smiling when you hear his tail thump against the bed. He keeps you pressed close to him. You can already feel his dick stiffening again. 

So maybe you were in for a longer night than you expected.

[samaellevampire]

Waffles

Paring: Phantom and Mountain

Genre: Fluff

SFW

Words: 1,242

Summary: Swiss is sick today so he asked Mountain to take care of Phantom for him. They're going to make waffles together.

Warning: Regressed!Phantom, age regression, regressed ghoul, caregiver Mountain.

Read below the cut people please.

Around three-quarters of the way through the film, small gurgling are heard in the common room. Television doesn't even succeed in masking these noises.

The quintessence little ghoul folds his legs on himself, curling up even more on the couch. He blushed slightly as he hid his face in his knees and chewed on the wing tip of his plush bat.

The large earth ghoul looks at his friend with a small smile and gently tickles his ribs while speaking to him in a teasing tone. "Oh little monster, are you hungry? I thought I heard growls coming from you. Are you planning to attack me to eat me?"

Phantom giggles and raises his head, pouting a little. He gently strokes his cheek with the little bat's other wing, the one that isn't wet from his drool. Feeling the soft fabric of his stuffed animal helps him stay calm and reassured. "I'm not a monster Mounty. My tummy making weird noises. 'm hungry!"

"If you're not a monster, what are you then?" Keep talking in that little teasing tone of yours. "And yes, I suspect it, I heard it gurgling. Do you want us to go eat something?" Gently stroke the little ghoul's hair, smiling at him.

"I'm a ghoul. Wanna finish the movie. Eat afterwards."

"Okay let's finish the movie then, little bug." Kisses his head between his two horns.

The young ghoul lays his head on the arm of the older one and purrs while repeating chewing on the wing of his plush.

They finish watching the film and during the end credits, the earth ghoul accompanies his friend in his little joyful applause.

"Looks like you liked the movie, little one." He said with a big smile, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah it was great. But...I'm really hungry now." Gently move his head while giggling and putting his hair back properly after placing the little bat on the sofa. "Want you to carry me on your back to the kitchen. Pleaaase." He said making puppy eyes with a big smile to show off all his fangs.

Mountain chuckles and makes an exaggerated sigh so that the little ghoul understands that he is not really annoyed. He turns his back to him and barely a few seconds later he feels a weight clinging to him. He holds the youngest's legs firmly to make sure he doesn't fall and walks into the kitchen. They begin to rummage in the cupboards and the fridge together but without being convinced.

"Um bug, there's not much here anymore. The only cupcakes left are the ones for Dew when he's tiny." He said, continuing to search in vain while thinking of a solution.

"But I'm hungry !" The quint ghoul said, tapping his feet on the ground and frown as he grew impatient.

"I know honey... I might have a solution. If you can wait a little longer to eat we can cook waffles together and eat them afterwards. Do you want to do that? Would you like to eat waffles?" He gives a small reassuring smile while holding his hands to try to calm him down.

The little ghoul's eyes light up and he quickly nods with a big smile. He jumps up and down repeating the words waffles several times while Mountain places all the equipment and ingredients on the table.

The big ghoul washes his hands then weighs the right amount for each food. He then helps the little ghoul wash his hands and settle into a chair around the table.

“If you are ready you can start by pouring the flour, sugar and yeast into the salad bowl in front of you and mix afterwards.” The earth ghoul said confidently, smiling.

The quintessence ghoul flow nods its head then looks for the three ingredients mentioned. He pours in the flour first then the sugar and...stops there. His gaze continues to scan the different ingredients on the table then he looks at Mountain a little lost and confused. “What is yeast?”

"That's it. It looks a bit like flour." He said, gently pushing the bowl with the yeast in front of the little ghoul. “This is what makes your dough rise when it cooks.”

"Ok thank you." He said as he put the yeast on top of the other two ingredients. “Now I can mix.” He puts his hands in the salad bowl and stirs them gently, being careful not to spill everything.

"Stirred with the big spoon, Phantom..." He sighs, half-desperate, half-softened by what he sees even if he can't help but chuckle slightly.

"Oh sorry." He said innocently, removing his hands from the salad bowl.

He doesn't even bother to look to see if there's a tea towel he wipes his hands on his stomach quite naturally. His black t-shirt is now covered in white handprints from the flour. The large ghoul smiled in despair and amusement once again while he watches his friend stir with the big spoon this time.

Mountain cracks the eggs into a bowl and the texture of the yolks makes Phantom giggle as he tries to catch them between his fingers. Then he whisks the eggs and lets the quint pour them into the large salad bowl. He then adds the melted butter himself for fear that the little ghoul will get burned with the heat of the bowl. He adds a pinch of salt and stirs a little, explaining that the dough is too hard at the moment for the little one to do it. He then asks him to pour the milk very slowly while he stirs. Phantom listens attentively and is very focused in his task, which makes Mountain smile. Once the dough is a little more liquid he makes him stop pouring in the milk. He lets him mix to please him while he prepares the waffle iron.

About twenty minutes later, which seemed endless to the little ghoul, the salad bowl no longer contains any dough and there is a large plate filled with a pile of hot waffles. Half of the stack is soft while the other half is crunchy to suit everyone's tastes. Mountain quickly washes the dishes and Phantom helps him by putting the utensils away.

Once finished, the big ghoul takes out icing sugar, dough spread and two different jams. The quint rushes to the dish, takes a waffle and roughly spreads some dough spread on it using a small spoon. Mountain also takes a waffle and puts icing sugar on it. The two start to eat and the older one laughs when he sees his friend take a big bite and get chocolate all over his mouth and on the tip of his nose. The little one doesn't pay attention and continues to eat quickly, taking big bites as if he were starving. He really seems to like the waffles a lot.

They eat a few then Phantom makes a new waffle with jam on it. He takes a paper towel and places the waffles on it. He took it in his hands and was very careful.

“What are you doing little one?” Mountain said, raising an eyebrow in intrigue.

"Going to bring Swiss a waffle to comfort him since he's sick today. That way I can tell him about my day so good with you." He said innocently and happily as he left the kitchen accompanied by the earth ghoul.

[obscure-imaginations]

Yuletide Blessings, everyone! Been doing my best to dodge religious trauma this season. Have a Yule headcanon post.

Gift giving among Kain and his lieutenants. Tried to keep it canon-friendly but a couple modernish items slip in (it was too funny to not put!) VERY long post, SFW, cut for space.

What Kain gets...

From Raziel: Was tempted to give him nothing, but relented and got him a fruit-scented candle.

From Turel: A handcrafted metal hair pin with a bat motif.

From Dumah: A crochet sweater. (It's too small.)

From Rahab: Shiny crystals he got from the lakes.

From Zephon: Spider-themed cupcakes. (Kain is a bit afraid to eat them.)

From Melchiah: A handmade card and a box of expensive chocolates.

-

What Raziel gets...

From Kain: An extremely expensive fragrance oil, the kind the Razielim would make.

From Turel: A crystal carved into a bat. (Crystal provided by Rahab.)

From Dumah: A crochet miniskirt. (He was trying to make pants but couldn't properly account for Raziel's thighs so he gave up there.)

From Rahab: A swimming skirt from the Rahabim. Now Raziel can swim with them all!

From Zephon: A scarf made of the finest silks. (Dumah accuses him of being a ripoff.)

From Melchiah: An essential oil diffuser.

-

What Turel gets...

From Kain: Shiny crystal earrings (crystals provided by Rahab).

From Raziel: A mug that says "#1 Pit God". (It was for a heavy metal concert but it counts, right?)

From Dumah: Gave up on crochet and got him a bat plushie.

From Rahab: A stained glass window hanger. The motif is a bird.

From Zephon: An ancient copper sword found in the depths of the Cathedral.

From Melchiah: A beaded necklace to attach to his glasses (so maybe Turel will stop losing them).

-

What Dumah gets...

From Kain: Candles with woody scents.

From Raziel: A fireproof metal box. (No one laughs.)

From Turel: An obsidian dagger.

From Rahab: Tickets for an aquarium. (Dumah is very excited to ramble with Rahab about the various fishies!)

From Zephon: A giant weighted blanket.

From Melchiah: A puppy. They talked about it first so Dumah could be prepared. Now Dumah has a sweet puppy to dote on.

-

What Rahab gets...

From Kain: A giant trilobite fossil. (No one knows where he got it and they are too scared to ask.)

From Raziel: A suncatcher in the shape of a fish.

From Turel: Replacement windows for the Abbey.

From Dumah: Oil for his rotary engine in the lighthouse.

From Zephon: A waterproof pouch made from spider silk.

From Melchiah: Fossilized coral he found in his territory.

-

What Zephon gets...

From Kain: A 'Phantom of the Opera' mask.

From Raziel: A clown mask. (Zephon proceeds to use it to scare small children.)

From Turel: A small metal spider statue.

From Dumah: A crochet shawl that looks like a spider web.

From Rahab: Dried fish to feed to his spiders.

From Melchiah: A tarantula he found wandering about in his territory. (Zephon names it 'Corpse'.)

-

What Melchiah gets...

From Kain: Fancy cologne.

From Raziel: Flower essential oils.

From Turel: A beautifully crafted metal cane for when Mel is in between limbs.

From Dumah: A pair of crochet earmuffs.

From Rahab: Needles made from bone.

From Zephon: A GIANT box of mints. (Melchiah is excited to snack upon them.)

[mogai-place]

PHANTOMPUPTAILIC

Phantompuptailic is a gender connected to the feeling of having a phantom puppy/dog tail

Flag and term by us

flag id [ two flags with nine equal stripes with the colors in order of, grey light grey, black, desaturated red, light yellow, desaturated light blue, black, light grey, grey. the flag on the left has a black dog tail and a white paw print symbol in the center. the flag on the right has no symbol] end id

dni id [ Basic DNI, Anti-mogai, anti neopronouns, transmeds, terfs, anti sfw agere/petre, anti endo, proship, anti self-diagnosis, (no)map, cringe/flop blog, anti BLM, NSFW blog ] end id

[littledinopup]

Hi hi. My name is Buddy or you can call me KJ. My pronouns are He/Him/His. I am Autistic and an ADHDer; I also have CPTSD. I regress to cope with this as well as my other chronic health conditions (Multiple Sclerosis,diabetes T1 & Glioma) and it’s also a part of my personality.

I’m an age regressor and pet regressor- Both SFW. My Big Age: 26. Little Age: 3-6 years old; 8-10 occasionally. Petre- Puppy. I have a CG and I call her Bubby or Mommy. She’s my fiancée and I’m really happy I get to do this whole life thing with her. She’s amazing. 🥰 My personal Tags are:#buddysbarks & #Dinopupsroars

A Little bit about me:

Favorite Food: Chicken nuggets -Dino Shaped and Mac n Cheese

Favorite Season: Autumn/Fall 🎃

Favorite Stuffed Animals: My Squishable Gargoyle, Raphael & My Sneki Snek Plushie, (Pictured Above 😄)

Favorite Animal: Penguins

Favorite Colour: Blue and Green

Favorite TV Shows: Bluey, Octonauts,Adventure Time,Winnie the Pooh,Mickey Mouse Clubhouse,Danny Phantom,Teen Titans,What’s New Scooby Doo and many more

Favorite Movies: Bolt the Super Dog,Wall•e, Happy Feet, Scooby Doo, Scooby Doo: The Legend of the Vampire, Scooby Doo: Zombie Island and The Nightmare Before Christmas

Favorite Games: Animal Crossing,Stardew Valley, Little Friends: Dogs & Cats,Mario Kart & Super Mario World 3D : Bowsers Fury

Favorite Place to Feel Safe: In my bedroom, I like being snuggled under my weighted blanket and with my weighted dinosaur plushie, Tate, and my starry night nightlight on

Pets: I have three dogs: Titus,Dex and Ace. Titus is a Rottweiler, Dex is a Belgian Malinois & Ace is a Cane Corso- they’re all big boys and very cuddly

My regressed interests include : Coloring,drawing,watching cartoons & Disney movies. I like going to museums since I like learning about dinosaurs and space. And I like going for walks with Bubby and playing handball and soccer. I love plushies,fidget toys and art/crafts.

So yeah. That’s a bit about me.:3 Now to the most important part of this post:

DNI: Please please please Do Not Interact N$FW/ABDL/DDLG or any blog you would not show to a kid! DNI: If you are anti-lgbtqia+,You’re an NSFW account/ sexualizer of Agere, racist,sexist,map,zoo,etc.

DNI: If you are going to bring hate here.

Thank you for reading! :3 I’m open to chatting with people- I tend to be shy but I warm up a bit once I get past my shy and awkward beginnings. Feel free to message me or send me an ask. :D I may not answer right away as this is my second blog but I try to check back in pretty regularly. I hope you have a great day and stay safe kiddos! 🦖🐶🩵

[little-honeypuppy]

*＊✿❀ Intro Post! ❀✿＊*

Hi!! Welcome to Honey's playground! This is a safe place for people who do pet regression,agere, petplay,bdsm, and all of that! But I will say my age regression is only sfw, but I don't mind or judge others on what they do! All I ask is that you respect others here. And because this is a +18 and agere blog mix, I want to warn other littles! So if you don't feel comfortable seeing things that are +18 please do not come here! I want this to be a place that doesn't make you uncomfortable to be here.

🌸if you want to get to know me more message me and ask or if you want to talk! DM is always open🌸

(All +18 stuff will have a warning at the top so that if you don't want to see them you can keep scrolling)

DNI IF HOMOPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, RACIST, SEXIST,UNDER 18,ANTI-AGERE, ETC.

*＊✿❀About Me! ❀✿＊*

My hobbies:

reading!! I love to read, and I can often be found in my cozy nest of blankets and stuffies on my bed, reading or curled up on the ground with some blankets in a corner of a room just enjoying a book.

Drawing is another hobbie of mine! I draw all the time when I am big or If I am little and I love trying new and fun types of art and love to be as creative as possible! I also draw when I am feeling sad or depressed as it helps me put things down in a drawing if I can't find the right words or I am to upset to speak and also helps me vent too. I also Journal.

Watching cartoons and anime is also something I do often too. My favorite cartoons to watch when little are wild kratts,mlp,bluey,pokemon,Danny Phantom,winx,carebears, the cuphead show,httyd, mighty magiswords and a bunch of others but those are my favorite!

As for anime I love to watch one piece,naruto,demon slayer,bleach,heaven's official blessing,bnha,black butler,blue exorcist,fairy tail,soul eater,assassination classroom,kuroko no basket and a bunch more but then I would be putting a lot of anime!

*＊✿❀About my petplay and age regression❀✿＊*

My age regression:

For my age regression I do regress from my past trauma that I experienced when I was younger and couldn't really have the best childhood. And I do sometimes regress non-voluntary but that Is when I am overwhelmed or verrrrry stressed.

My little ages are 1-6 and but I am usually on the younger side. So I usually enjoy watching cartoons, art and crafts!,playing with stuffies and toys,fun games and playing on my switch.

My favorite games on my switch are animal crossing,slime rancher,minecraft and sky: children of light! I have other ones I really like too and if curious you can ask.

Things that make me feel small! : drinking from sippy cups and bottles and using my paci! Cuddling my stuffies and using my agere dishes and utensils.

Favorite food and drink: hot chocolate,apple juice and angel milk are my favorite drinks and Mac & cheese with chicken nuggets or Mashed potatoes with corn and hot dogs are my favorite meals! Also love snacks! :3

I am always happy to be friends with other littles but I am kinda shy but I would love to talk of anyone wanted 😊

If you aren’t a fan of age regression as a whole just block me, no need to be rude about anything! I’m not hurting anyone and neither are you if you just block me and if you are mean then I will block you.

And finally my petplay!!! :

I'll make it simple because this is already really long 😆

I love petplay!! Anything and everything about it, and tbh I would be willing to do anything and everything with/about petplay. To put it, I do everything with petplay and love to try new things! And I love being a puppy too! (If you want to know more you can just ask me)

One thing I will be doing for fun a lot is making stimboards! so you will most likely be seeing a lot of them, and i hope you enjoy them too :3

♡Thank You So Much For Taking The Time To Read This and sorry it was so long! But now i hope you enjoy your stay at Honey's playground!!♡

[sphylor]

OHHHHH i had puppy thoughts

first off, when puppy mountain and puppy phantom go on walks they have backpack leashes with clasps in the front to make sure they stay on

second, mounty and phantom going on walks together and holding each others leashes in their mouths with aether leisurely strolling a bit behind them, glad his arms get a break from all the tugging whenever they see a squirrel (both mountain and phantom consider holding the leashes too great of a responsibility to run off so they stay happily glued to each other the entire time)

OH MY GOD YES OUPPIESSSSS!!!! ok Phantom definitely has a bat leash backpack that has little wings and everything and Mountain has a froggy one.

AWWW they hold each other's leashes and their tails wag so much as they do and they have the biggest smiles on their faces. honestly the fact that they could just run off doesnt even cross their puppy minds theyre just having fun on the walk together. but yeah they totally both feel so important holding each other's leashes and like you said Aether's relieved to give his aching arms a break for a bit sdhffsh

[artistyuri]

Ganondorf but he's your friend/partner (Aka Ganondorf SFW Headcanons)

Credit to @crimson-chains for the Ganon art featured above ^^

Friend Headcanons:

Secretly the "mom friend" of the group, even though he can do his fair share of stupid shit without hesitation.

Can be dramatic as hell in public.

Monthly shopping trips. Will make a day out of going to expensive clothing stores and getting the fanciest of food/drinks.

Has never spent over $200 on his hair or nails, despite that fact that it absolutely looks like he has.

Fully capable of drinking a person under the table.

If asked to help plan a wedding/party/event, he will go above and beyond to make sure every little detail is perfect. Doubles as a bouncer (does it without hesitation too)

Texts back within 5-10 minutes. Usually the one to start arguments over text. Will block or ghost a person depending on how petty he's feeling.

Favorite movie is Mean Girls

Will drag you to any classical music concert or theatre performance. Absolutely loves The Phantom of the Opera. Personally relates to The Phantom specifically.

Partner/Lover Headcanons (SFW)

Compliments you 24/7 and showers you in affection whenever he gets the chance.

Big spoon when cuddling. Will let you lay on his chest.

Gets you a gift whenever he's on a trip. Sends you letters and poems to let you know he's thinking of you.

100% the protective partner. Only acts obsessive if he feels that you are in danger because of another person.

Able to balance his work/personal time pretty well. If he has to work overtime, he'll let you know and send you texts whenever he can.

Can be a bit of a narcissist and openly admits it. He actively works on being less of a narcissist for you.

Will take you on the fanciest dates you can think of. Full on wine and dine experience.

Loves to slow dance with you whenever he can.

Loves to braid your hair. Loves to be on the receiving end just as much, even though he used to deny it when you first got together with him. Will only let you touch his hair (besides hairdressers).

If you get into an argument, he remains as calm as possible. He doesn't like arguing with you. If you're in the wrong, he won't hold it over your head for long. If he's in the wrong, he'll apologize and work on improving. He never likes to go to bed upset or angry, especially if the issue involves you.

Will absolutely fight for your honor/reputation. Doesn't care if he gets hurt in the process. This man will die for you if needed.

100% the gardener boyfriend/husband.

Devotes most if not all of his time to you.

Comforts you during anxiety/panic attacks.

Claims not to be a dog person. If you get a puppy and ask him to watch it, he will have bonded with it by the time you get home from work/school/trip/etc.

100% a bird person. He adopts two cockatiels and names them after his surrogate mothers (Koume & Kotake). Talks to them a lot when you aren't home. Koume will usually be on his left shoulder if out of their cage, Kotake will be on his right shoulder.

[canecorset]

whitelist

Scream, The Witches, Hocus Pocus, Beetlejuice, It, Corpse Bride, Coraline, Gremlins, Goosebumps, Breaking Bad, Fallout, Air Buddies Spinoffs, Pup Star Movies + Puppy Star Christmas, Men In Black, Ghostbusters, Venom, Jumanji, Paddington, Beverly Hills Chihuahua, Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore, Vampire Dog, Supernatural, Zootopia, Any Monster High Media except the newer ones, Yo-Kai Watch, Back To The Future, Rick and Morty, Powerpuff Girls, The Matrix, Fight Club, Nightmare on Elm Street, Friday the 13th, The Ring, The Shining, Good Omens, Needy Steamer Overload, Sucker For Love, Class of '09, Any Chilla's Art game, Any Puppet Combo game, Genshin Impact ( i will give any natlan or sumeru character their melanin back ), Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Pokémon, Kirby, Any Legend of Zelda game, Animal Crossing, Doki Doki Literature Club, Five Nights at Freddy's, Tuck Everlasting, The Outsiders, Lord of the Rings + The Hobbit, Pirates of the Caribbean, Doctor Who, MCU, DCU, My Little Pony, Frankenweenie, The Nightmare before Christmas, Edward Scissorhands, Alice in Wonderland, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, The Grinch, Phantom of the Opera, Disney ( i do not support the company, it is merely ingrained in my childhood and i enjoy the whimsical stories of old school Disney ), Smile, The Mandela Catalogue, Possibly in Michigan, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Hannibal, Vtubers ( no nijisanji ), OCs ( must provide artwork, if it was drawn by someone else, tell me who ), Demon Slayer, Jujustu Kaisen, Bungou Stray Dogs, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Sailor Moon, Death Note, Chainsaw Man, Reverse: 1999, Resident Evil, The Last Of Us, Call of Duty, Red Dead Redemption, God of War, Devil May Cry, Detroit: Become Human, Doom, Madoka Magica, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Nier: Automata, Spy x Family, Darling in the Franxx, Panty & Stocking, Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun, Overlord, Wuthering Waves, Dark Souls, Halo, Fundamental Paper Education, Final Fantasy, Vocaloid, A Land Mine Vampire's Overbearing Love, I Wanted to be Hurt by Love, Zom 100, The Case Study of Vanitas, Sanrio, Cherry Crush, Danganrompa, Mean Girls, The Walten Files, If It's Not On This List Or Blacklist, Ask First!

blacklist

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley, Boyfriends Webtoon, Dori ( genshin ), Makima and Himeno ( chainsaw man ), Homestuck, South Park, Mori ( bungo stray dogs ), Anything Pedophilic, Incestuous, Abusive, etc. Anything With Toxic or Harmful Intentions ( stalker x victim, etc. )

greylist / restricted

Any non-SFW media but if i'm able to find some content that isn't explicit, i suppose i can edit it. I won't do ship or Hu Tao related content unless we are moots.

DNI

Basic DNI, anti-mspec / "contradictory labels", radqueer, safequeer, aggressive stans, misandrists, deny transandrophobia, "irl yanderes", demonize PDs or believe in narc abuse, etc. TERFs, if you're here to start discourse, ed / sh blogs, femcels and incels, NSFW blogs, nasty people.

prioritize

Transmasc, Transsexual ( masc, male, etc. ), Sappillean, Gaybian, Boygirl, Demigirl, Black Exclusive Labels, Rabbit Hole Miku, Vampire Miku, Ghost, Fairy, Water, Dark, Fighting and Flying Type Miku, Indie Kid, Kidcore, Lovecore, Dark Academia, Weirdcore, Horror, Clowncore, Americana, Morute, Southern Gothic, Biblical Imagery, Vulture Culture, Cybercore, Scenecore, Nonhuman, Otherkin, Otherhearted, Bat Related, Bug Related, Monster Related, Loser Related, Freak Related, Mutt Related, Aro + Ace Related, Anything Cute, Aquatic or Fluffy, Mean Girls, Desaturated Colors, Occult, Cyber Y2K, Hippie / BoHo, Low Poly, Forensics Aesthetic, Feminine Masc, Austism Related, BPD or AVPD Related, 80s Aesthetics, Burlesque Aesthetics, Gender Non-Conforming, Drag, Deadpool, Wolverine, Batman, Moot Requests.

things i'll do

tumblr layouts, character pride icons, mogai flags, aesthetic carekits, dual flag + music suggestion, rentry graphics, dividers, blasian / darkskin edits upon request.

things i won't do

alt system terms, discord or twitter layouts, rentry directory graphics.

[spoiledleaff]

✿ — navigation + masterlist.

last updated 30.07.2023.

[ disclaimer ; 18+ content, minors do not interact. ]

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✿ | art masterlist.

— tumblr ask box prompts.

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phantom ✿ initiation — nsfw.

aurora+mountain ✿ belly bulge — nsfw.

— ghost.

dewdrop ✿ photostudy — sfw.

cumulus ✿ unmasked concept — sfw.

mountain ✿ lingerie — nsfw.

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mountain+dew ✿ flower nicknames — sfw.

rain+dew+mountain/cirrus/cumulus/sunshine ✿ skirts — nsfw.

rain+dew ✿ strip tease — nsfw.

rain+mountain+swiss ✿ puppy — nsfw.

swiss+rain ✿ gills — nsfw.

dewdrop ✿ domesticity i + domesticity ii — nsfw.

mountain+dew ✿ innocence — nsfw.

sunshine+rain ✿ kiss me — nsfw.

aurora+mountain/dew/swiss ✿ triple penetration — nsfw.

— ghost.

‘mushy ✿ may.’ ; everyone ✿ prompt list — sfw+nsfw.

‘cry for absolution.’ ; cowbell+zephyr ✿ hand kink — nsfw.

‘i’ll make you beg for more.’ ; mountain+dew ✿ size kink — nsfw.

‘there’s a sting in the way you kiss me.’ ; aether+sunshine ✿ chastity — nsfw.

‘telomeres.’ ; mountain+zephyr ✿ weed — nsfw.

‘ghost of the sun.’ ; mountain+dew ✿ hatefuck — nsfw.

‘sun-kissed chocolate chips.’ ; mountain+dew ✿ early morning — nsfw.

‘unholy eyes.’ ; rain+dew ✿ mirror sex — nsfw.

‘hey, little darling (look at you).’ ; omega+terzo ✿ cat and mouse — nsfw.

‘let me justify my own rewards (put your hands on me).’ ; copia+dew ✿ hormone injections — nsfw.

‘we dance once more (i feel your hands are cold).’ ; dew + sunshine/rain — nsfw.

‘the world is on fire (and you are here to stay, and burn with me).’ ; dew+era v ✿ orgy — nsfw.

— stranger things.

‘there is love in your body (and you can’t hold it in).’ ; steve+eddie ✿ period sex — nsfw.

blue poppy ; anemone coronaria — wearing a poppy with one’s clothes and dresses is done with the hope that you shall forget all your troubles. ✿

✿ — [ thank you for reading! ♡ ]

[samaellevampire]

Masterlist

I made a list of all my posts and I sorted them to avoid digging into the depths of my blog. Obviously I add the links as I post. The link to this list is in my introduction post. Enjoy!

Below the cut people please.

Headcanons: (#samael headcanons)

Terzo and Copia little ones running after rats.

Mountain ladder.

Phantom nap.

Phantom flees the bathroom.

Dewdrop in fire.

First euphoria with Swiss' packer.

Yolk

Water ghouls ears.

The message of the candle.

Phantom at the beach.

Element theory.

Phantom and the walls.

Mountain shoes.

Dewdrop vs Phantom

Kayak

Sexy outfit for Phantom.

Phantom likes volcanoes.

Color of the papas.

Swiss for the new year.

Long working day.

The goat of the ministry.

Puppies

Dew and Phantom cuddle.

Sleeping bag

Mountain piercing

Fics: (#samael writes)

Drag ghouls/ghoulettes

Single cloud - SFW - Phantom feels like he is less loved by Copia since he is new and replaces Aether. Rain will comfort him.

Fixation - NSFW - Rain took his testosterone injection a short time ago. He feels like he's going crazy. He wants everything and everyone. He finally gives in and decides to satisfy himself.

Waffles - SFW - Swiss is sick today so he asked Mountain to take care of Phantom for him. They're going to make waffles together.

Fixation (part 2) - NSFW - Dewdrop destroying Rain.

Wrong birds - SFW - Rain is in a bad mood and he's going to make it clear when Phantom does something really stupid...

Life, shit and mess: (#samael life)

Introduction

Account deleted by mistake but I'm back!

Order from the Ghost shop.

Finished reblogging my old posts.

Happy new year 2024!

Shark slippers.

Courage to write again.

My first two tattoos.

Self-reblog

Plushia

Ghost order again.

Ghovie

I saw the Ghovie.