art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
Kinktober Day 2: Could You Love a Monster, Baby? (Monsterfucking)
Phantom is absolutely enamored with the Ghoul living in the Catacombs below the Ministry. But what happens when he finally sees how the creature truly looks? (He’s gonna get fucked, that’s what.)
xoxo to @jimothybarnes @ghost-creative-prompts for putting this together this year you did amazing sweetie 🖤🖤🖤
Rating: FINALLY MIDNIGHT WRITES PORN so like, beware? Everyone but CW for monsterfucking…just to be safe. There be porn ahead so make the right decision basically. Oh there’s also a bit of sweet at the end because I can’t resist being sappy with these two.
Word Count: 850
Authors Note: I’m fucking back, baby. Kinda. This isn’t exactly what I wanted to write but I’m easing myself back into it okay cut me some slack. I need to cut myself some slack as well so it’s fine. But this format was inspired by @hanalyrata and it was actually much easier than trying to write a whole ass fic. Although it did end up…longer than I meant to have it be…THAT’S NOT THE POINT. Huge shoutout to @asteroidarsonist @cosmicseafoam @bloodfin and @dewinabsentia for cheering me on with this and reading it in chunks as I threw it at them. I love ya’ll to death thank you for reading my poor attempt at porn 🖤 Enjoy my Belltom porn!
Read below or on AO3 (coming soon)!
Phantom who didn’t take long to fall head over heels for Cowbell. Knew after the first time he creeped down to the Catacombs that he felt differently about the Ghoul that was hidden away below the Abbey than he had felt about anyone else. Phantom who knew something was different about Cowbell but couldn’t quite put his finger on it but knew he had to have him somehow.
Cowbell who couldn’t resist the curious little Quint that had stumbled upon him in the Catacombs. Cowbell who had been watching Phantom for some time before he wove a little encouragement into his mind one night. Cowbell who had to resist devouring Phantom as soon as he smiled his nervous little smile and waved at him.
Phantom who waited as long as he could before confessing just how badly he wanted Cowbell. Phantom who practically begged Cowbell to see him as he truly was, and Cowbell who couldn’t refuse the sweet Quint even if he wanted to.
Cowbell whose unglamoured form was unlike anything that Phantom had ever seen before. Sharp angles, black smoke, shadows, a walking void. And tall…so very tall. Cowbell who towers over Phantom and just laughs at how small he is before him now.
“Be not afraid, little one.”
Phantom who has never been more turned on the moment he lays eyes on unglamoured Cowbell. Phantom who audibly whines when Cowbell traces an elongated claw along his cheek, making the creature shudder and chuckle at the sounds he can draw out of the little thing in front of him. Cowbell who can smell just what he does to Phantom and it takes everything in him to not shove the Quint to the ground and take him right then and there.
Cowbell who hadn’t let anyone else see him in this form before (well, let anyone see and lived to tell about it) but knew Phantom would react exactly how he wanted him to. Cowbell who feels an ache inside of him unlike anything he’s ever felt before when he looks at Phantom. Cowbell who gives in, finally, and pushes Phantom against the wall.
“Stay still, my pet. Wouldn’t want this to end poorly, now would we?”
Phantom who whimpers, face pressed against the stone wall of the Catacombs, but nods when Cowbell tells him to stay still. Phantom who struggles not to move when Cowbell snakes an elongated claw down his back, across his hip, below the waistband of his pants. Phantom who shudders at the feeling of cold, of shadow, as the claw sinks lower, swiping across wetness and heat, and whose knees nearly buckle entirely when Cowbell growls at the feeling of the little Quint on his fingertip.
Cowbell who slides one clawed finger inside of his pet, shuddering as he feels Phantom clenching around him. He’s so much wetter than he ever thought possible, especially for his element, allowing him to slide in and out effortlessly. Cowbell who slips a second finger inside, hooking in just the right spot that has Phantom sobbing, begging, gushing onto the wispy shadowy hand of Cowbell.
“That’s it, little one. Give in, give me everything, all that you are.”
Phantom who fully submits to Cowbell, lets him use his body however he wants. Phantom who chirps when Cowbell picks him up, lanky legs wrapping around shadow and darkness. Phantom who whines so sweetly when he feels Cowbell slip inside of him, sighs and revels in the feeling of each ridge as it slides into him, stretching him in a way that hurts and feels better than anything he had felt before. Phantom who looks up into the void black eyes of Cowbell and feels his heart flutter, knows he was meant for this moment between him and his monstrous Ghoul.
“Perfect. It’s like you were made just for me.”
Cowbell who has one hand on the small of Phantom’s back, the other on his delicate neck, squeezing with every thrust. Cowbell who is no longer speaking anything anyone but a Ghoul would recognize, is too lost in the moment and reveling in just how it feels to slide in and out of the soaking wet warmth that is Phantom. Cowbell who can’t stop himself from moving faster, squeezing harder, and biting down on Phantom’s shoulder hard enough to mark him, to claim him as his own.
“Mine.”
Phantom who feels every inch, every ridge, every twitch of his spent length, as Cowbell slides out of him. Phantom whose brain is melted beyond belief and just curls into the inky black void of Cowbell’s arms and chest, letting the creature comfort him and bring him back to reality slowly. Phantom who has never felt more full in more ways than one. Phantom whose brain is already thinking about next time as he drifts off to sleep in the arms of the one he loves, and who loves him in return. Cowbell who never expected to fall for anyone, for anything, but knows deep in his ancient bones that Phantom is his and he is Phantom’s, in every way that matters.
being crazy over fictional characters is so funny cuz you'll be fine all day and then you start Thinking and then you can feel yourself transform in real time
