#; phobos

[radiant-and-terrifying]

WAS NOT READY FOR THIS TODAY.

[gehrmansbignaturals]

now i realize we are all very excited about elden ring winning game of the year but let us take a moment to appreciate the true victory: phobos canon appearance /j

[castella-the-tarnished]

[rub] :]

@radiant-and-terrifying

“Hm~”

She smiles with closed eyes as she feels Phobos enjoying herself. Castella’s large, freckled breasts are soft and firm all at once, able to take a lot of constant pressure from greedy hands.

“Phobos…”

[radiant-and-terrifying]

"Would you like to go out for a drink or something?"

- to Phobos :)

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

Phobos lets out a deep sigh, the barest hint of a blush darkening her cheeks. It took her by surprise, after all! And it didn’t much help that she genuinely couldn’t tell whether he was mocking her or not, although her paranoia had immediately jumped to the former. Stranger things had happened to her by now — and she supposed she did owe him a favor for cleaning up that gash on her face..

“Even if you weren’t planning on getting me drunk and robbing me blind, the liquor up here is…” Ugh. She almost shudders at the memory of her last outing’s aftermath, and even worse, all the things she’d admit. At least she couldn’t remember most of it. “Much too strong for my taste.”

[radiant-and-terrifying]

[ ass ]

(only assuming this is at a point where the two of them are comfortable with this)

Phobos is clutching the sheets with a quivering grip as the shorter woman presses chaste kisses and little nips to the curve of her ass, biting her lip to muffle her own heavy breathing. Stars, she’d love nothing more to remain as stoic and composed as she normally is, but the trail of affection Castella leaves is making her quake with need.

“You are,” she manages to gasp out, glancing behind her with laced desperation, “infuriati— ah!” She’s interrupted by a moan she can’t stifle in time as Castella gently bites at the sensitive skin there, a shiver coursing through her entire body. Her face is burning even more so now, as she buries into the sheets to hide the evidence of her shame. She’s so wet she’s surprised she hasn’t melted by now.

[radiant-and-terrifying]

|| A Traveler In Nokstella

[radiant-and-terrifying]

Patches: Your eyes are pretty.

Phobos:

[radiant-and-terrifying]

[Behind].

By a good fortune, Patches would catch her alone in the moment, two palms seating themselves on her shoulders before making a slow descent down her front. A cocky smile was accompanied with sodden, deep-set eyes, placing his head by hers once his hands were resting at somewhere below her stomach. The short stature enabled him to make such long, lazy leans. She could probably hear a purr escape his throat, fingers curling inwards, before soft words exit the mouth.

"Hello, you..." - @untetheredlittlebastard

For a moment, some irrationally paranoid part of Phobos thinks she's being attacked as hands are suddenly set on her shoulders, her form tensing up under oddly gentle touches. She'd been looking over a makeshift map hastily scribbled over what had once been a drawing of turtles, trying her best to place her own location-- she didn't easily get lost, no, perish the thought-- among crudely sketched ruins and old, long-abandoned shacks. A hug of all things wasn't anything she'd been expecting out here, but.. it was warm, and she finds herself hesitating to move away. Perhaps he'd simply shocked her into silence.

".. Hello, Patches," she greets quietly, the ever-present air of suspicion drifting through her tone. "You are awfully touchy today. Whatever is the occasion?"