What’s up sluts. My name’s Jay but you can call me Wham if you’re feeling silly. I use he/it pronouns. I’m 19 and a tired college student. I'm transmasc, bi and ace.
(My masterlist)
(My ongoing t4t Dewther fic)
This is my horny sideblog (18+). My main is @c4tb1rd if you want to see the true extent of my autism.
IMPORTANT: When I’m talking about the ghouls, I’m talking about the CHARACTERS, not the actual musicians. That’s why I use the name Dewdrop instead of Sodo, it’s disconnected from the real person. I DO occasionally reblog unmasked ghouls stuff, but it's always tagged as #unmasked ghouls if you wanna block that tag.
I take requests for both art and writing!!! My askbox is open to anything (within reason, no traumadumping etc), especially any filthy thoughts. Have fun!
Aether: *wasted to hell has things to tell*
Aether: Dewdrop
Aether: Dew
Aether: Taking my pants off
Aether: Hot
Aether: Too hot in pants
Aether: Bring scissors
Aether: Cut off pants
Aether: Burn
Aether: Jeans
Aether: Peeing in pants now
Aether: Having a hard time with heat in pants and also pee
Aether: Peeing in heat pants
Mountain: Not Dew but
Mountain: I'll send him over
Mountain: If you send pics
I've been into ghost for like 2 weeks and I decided to check ao3 to see how people chose to expand on canon and whatnot and it is. 100% porn. I have never seen so much porn in my life. are you all okay
I got silly and made photocards for ghost and sleep token. Yes I will be making decorated toploaders for them, I have sleeves and stickers in the mail for them ^-^
Side note- I might list photocards like these in my ko-fi shop if anyone’s interested!
If Dewdrop can rock a medical device every night and make a cane look badass, then there's no excuse for you not to wear your compression socks or your knee braces or your finger splints or any medical device or accommodation you may need to survive a concert. I don't care if it clashes with your outfit or doesn't look "cute" - wear it!
Proship has never meant anything except a combination of three ideas:
Ship and let ship (your ships don't harm me and vice-versa) and YKINMK (your kink is not my kink, and that's okay; my kink stories don't harm you and vice-versa)
Harassment over fiction is not acceptable
Censorship of fiction is not acceptable either
Any other definitions are made by antis, not proshippers, and are an attempt at revisionism to justify harassment based on false claims.
Yeah.
Antis like to claim that the "pro" means "problematic", but nope. "Pro" (for) is simply the opposite of "anti" (against), and all that "proship" really means is "Let everyone ship what they want, everyone mind their own business".
thinking about Phantom being curious and horny and getting his cock stuck while using a vacuum cleaner to get himself off 💀
( i like the way you think, anon. 1.1k words that probably shouldn't exist )
Phantom is smarter than this. He really is. He should know by now not to test the limits and possibilities of objects, specifically machinery, and should know that when something’s entire job is to suck, that it will indeed, suck.
He’d borrowed the vacuum from the supply closet to clean the cobwebs from the high corners of his bedroom–a simple machine with a large central canister for the dust and mess, and a long flexible hose affixed with a plastic tube to do one job: remove the eyesores from the rafters so Aether would finally get off his ass about it. It turns out that a task so tedious can be made interesting if you turn it into a bit of an experiment. A game, if you will. It takes approximately two minutes after turning the machine on for the curiosity to set in. Phantom begins by holding the end of the hose further and further away from the cobwebs, testing how far away he can keep it for it to still suck them away from the walls and wooden supports, then he moves on to waving it wildly from side to side, seeing how quick he can clear an entire section with a wave of his long arms. Turns out, it’s pretty quick. And finally, when he tries to stick the hose to the ceiling, he wonders exactly how strong those suctions really are.
He attaches the end of the hose to his palm first, jolting in surprise when his skin gets sucked up tight to the end of it and makes a loud, high pitched hissing noise at the lack of circulation. He pulls his hand away, listening to how the sound frequencies change and how the machine still tries to suck his palm back up. He lets it. It makes the noise again, a dull hwumph, and he chuckles, pulling it off and letting it reattach again a few more times just to hear it. The remaining webs quickly become an afterthought.
But eventually his palm gets boring, so he tucks the hissing hose under his arm and reaches down to lift his shirt, tucking the bottom hem under his chin and exposing the soft skin of his tummy. The first contact of the hose against his tummy is much different. His skin is more plush, protected by a thin layer of fat, and the tube attaches itself more firmly, sucks more of him up. When he pulls it’s harder to remove and it leaves behind a pretty pink circle in its place. He lets it suck different areas of his torso, testing different areas where his body is harder, others where it’s soft, and he can’t help but giggle when it thubthubthub’s over his bellybutton in an imperfect seal and tickles his hair. He even lets it engulf his nipple. The instant hypersensitivity and consequential gasp were enough to have him jerking it away rather quickly. Yeah… too much. Noted. But who knew a vacuum could be so fun?
The ghoul looks down at it, right down into its opening, and gets a stupid idea in that brain of his. One quick glance past the side of the hose reveals his half chub tenting the front of his basketball shorts.
He looks back at the hose, back at the tube connected to its end, over at the door which is very much unlocked for anyone to walk into as they please, and shimmies the elastic waistband of his shorts down just enough to pull out his shaft.
The hose hisses in his hand, sucks air.
Curiosity gets the best of him.
He inches it closer to the head of his dick, which is rapidly filling out with intrigue, and hums, pleased, when it lures him and sucks freezing cold air around his hot skin. He nods, shrugs–this could work–and brings it that last centimeter closer, letting the end of the tube encase his head and suck him in. The strangled noise he makes is almost louder than the machine and he slaps a hand over his mouth. His eyes flick towards the door.
He doesn’t fill the entire opening. Cold air sucks down around his skin but the suction is nice. Not too hard, but also definitely there. He thinks he likes it. It’s nothing like getting a blowjob, not even close, it’s something entirely different and the odd combination of cool air, rapidly changing pressure around his shaft, and vibrations from the machine’s fans and motors make him tingle in all the best ways. Maybe a vibrator, he thinks. An odd, hard, plastic fleshlight that really isn’t that satisfying in all honesty, but he keeps his dick in it nonetheless, choosing instead to jerk the head of the hose over his shaft in shallow, quick moments that make him suck his bottom lip between his fangs and groan.
The machine tries desperately to suck him up. It’s so loud, so obvious that something is blocking its tube, but Phantom is beginning to enjoy it in that odd, twisted way too much to stop. Plus, there’s something erotic about getting your dick sucked by a vacuum… Or… maybe not?
He lets go of the tube and lets the machine suck him all the way down to the hilt and nearly caves in on himself when his tip vibrates violently against the rubbery plastic sides. His belly tightens immediately. Suddenly the need to cum is overbearing. Against his best judgment he leans over and flicks the switch on the machine, sending it whirring and hissing into max suction. It screams around his skin, milks every drop of pre from his body and sends it somewhere wholly out of mind. He fails to notice the suction pulling his balls from his shorts and it’s the last little bit of skin the machine needs to complete the perfect seal.
The ghoul chokes. He feels the air sucked from his lungs as his soul gets sucked from his dick, and in a matter of excruciating seconds he cums violently and hard into the tube. His mess gets sucked away into the canister.
Overstimulation sets in quickly and the machine doesn’t let up in the slightest. Even when he’s panicking–whining and pulling desperately at the vacuum head–it won’t come off, stuck in a tight and unrelenting seal around his shaft and against his sack. Scrambling hands can’t find the on/off switch fast enough.
“Hey, Ant, are you done with the vacuum yet or–” Phantom whips around towards where his bedroom door swings open on its hinges, shock and mortification slapped over both his own and Cirrus’ horrified face. “–oh my god??”
In reference to your recent post, Copia and Terzo are still related! In a recent interview TF stated that Nihil is the brother of Primo, Secondo, and Terzo. Terzo and Copia are now canonically uncle and nephew /nm
Okay but... Brother is also a term used in religious spaces to refer to other men within your congregation. I don't trust that any more than I can throw it
And also: I'll be outright. I don't care. I've seen the way Ryu has been treated for writing non-related Copia x Terzo, and how other friends have been treated for writing non-related Papas. It's a matter of puritan culture spreading to a point where people are trying to be cops, trying to hurt people based on fiction. Not even the actual relationship between the characters.
I don't care what they are. Brothers or not. Uncles. I'm anti censorship. Tag shit accordingly, be safe to yourself and others. Everyone needs to stop telling people to kill themselves or calling people a predator for reading fiction
I’ve never tried doing anything close to an animation before, but an idea came to me and I had to see it through. This also took longer than you’d think so I hope you like it😂
Call this a brief silly respite amongst the onslaught of grief and tragedy I usually bestow upon this fandom.
Also: I’ve got a good start on chapter 25 of FMLA, and I hope this is funny enough to balance out what’s happening over there. some drastically different vibes, suffice it to say.
