Hey whatâs up Iâm wrath, Iâm 23 and go by she/her pronouns
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Ghost fans, particularly those who enjoy transformative fandom activities (fanfic, fanart, headcanons, etc--both creating and just enjoying/reblogging/reading/whatever). Where do you fall on the scale?
(This includes any papa, any ghoul/ette.)
Are you
Exclusively a Papa enjoyer
Predominantly Papa enjoyer, only incidentally a Ghoul enjoyer
Predominantly Papa enjoyer, but more than incidentally a Ghoul enjoyer
Equally Papa and Ghoul enjoyer
Predominantly a Ghoul enjoyer, but more than incidentally a Papa enjoyer
Predominantly a Ghoul enjoyer, only incidentally a Papa enjoyer
Exclusively a Ghoul enjoyer
no ghoul or papa enjoyment whatsoever and honestly not sure why I'm here
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Good morning I think dew should wrap his hand around rains neck and shove his fingers into his gills while he chokes him. Could pull him around by those sensitive slits too <3 theyâre just so tight and right there begging for someone to use!!!!
Good morning I think dew should wrap his hand around rains neck and shove his fingers into his gills while he chokes him. Could pull him around by those sensitive slits too <3 theyâre just so tight and right there begging for someone to use!!!!
Most cop thing I've ever read. what the fuck are you talking about. The posts you're looking for might be on this website but we won't show them to you???
just so you know, if you completely ignore the search feature on the website and just type "tumblr.com/search/term" into the address bar, it bypasses all of this. broken-ass website
Family said I donât have ocd bc I âdonât act like itâ haha jokes on yall youâd be singing a different tune if you watched me attempt to clean every inch of my skin with rubbing alcohol 3 times bc I saw something gross (didnât even touch it)
Literally to the point of I grabbed some coins and now my hands smell like coins and now! I need more rubbing alcohol and pinesol to make it go away and to make my skin feel better and now I get ti go to a laundromat and use their detergent bc I donât trust anything in the laundry room even tho most of it is fine
Ya'know maybe you should combine that Aether force feeding Mountain wine, and have that man make him watch some of that fucked up porn with a little quintessence head play to make him ultra turned on by it just to make his brain extra fuzzy đ
Hello
Warnings for: drunk mountain, he says no and that he doesnât like the porn, implied using quintessence to make him hard, manipulation, descriptions of dungeon porn/whipping/hard core bdsm, hey itâs weird man Iâm sorry. 600 words
âI donât-â Mountain blinked up at Aether, âthis doesnât feel rightâ
Cold and harsh, the image of a girl strapped down to a table in a concrete room with her legs tied up against her body. There was already the red welts of lashes on her bottom, angry with whiter streaks to show where it was raised. It was a stark contrast to the warm fuzzy feeling that surrounded him. Mountains head spun, eyes heavy with a drowsiness he didn't intended on acting upon.
Aether sat behind him, strong thighs enveloping him as Mountain rested his head on his chest. On their laps, an old laptop. And porn that Mountain couldnât help but find almost disturbing in nature. He licked his lips, a bitter sweet taste from the cheap wine making him wish he had grabbed that water he thought about earlier, but was too busy watching Aether giggle and beckon him closer. It did nothing to rid the uncomfortable, dry feeling in his mouth.
âWhy not mo?â Aether raised the bottle back to his lips, not giving him much of a chance to pull away instead of swallowing the rich liquid. âDonât you think she's enjoying it?â
âNo-â Mountain swallowed his own spit to try and make his mouth more comfortable, âsheâs in pain. Donât think she likes itâ
The girl on the table arches her back and bite down hard on the gag in her mouth. A bright red ball, the only semblance of color in the dark, grey dungeon besides the warmth of her angry skin. The man pulls at the clamps on her nipples, a clear punishment for the muffled scream behind the ball.
âReally? I think she loves it. Think she looks good all bruised up. Bet sheâs getting off just knowing how many people like watching her get abusedâ
âWe- iâm notâ
âYouâre not hard over this? Donât lie to me mountain, don't act like I canât feel itâ
Aethers hand overlapped mountains, placing it over his lap. When did he get hard? Probably between sips, between his vision blurring at the edges and his breathing getting heavier and mountain isnât usually this sloppy of a drunk but he feels out of his mind, canât help but to buck into where Aether is pressing down on his cock. It twitches in shame, the cold flames flickering in his abdomen as he looks up again to see a close up of the girl being pulled up by a metal collar for a kiss overtop of the gag.
âHard because of youâ Mountain tried to nuzzle into his neck, playing for a sweet bit of mercy that he and Aether both know they donât want. âFu-fuck aeth, ah-!â
A tight squeeze followed by the heel of his palm pressing down impossibly hard. His vision splits, the laptop not even registering in his mind as aether palms him through his sweats. Heâs more sensitive than usual, more turned on than he wants to be from this, and he silently vows to lay off the cheap wine from now on and hopes sober him remembers the manifesto as well.
âYou flatter me, but you don't have to be ashamed of what you like babyâ
Mountain paws at Aethers hand, tries to pull at his waistband as a silent plea for actual contact instead of just teasing.
âGotta touch me aetherâ
âYouâd make such a good sadistâ itâs a pointed statement to ignore him, âwanna know what youâd do when you give into your own desire, get a pretty victim beneath you that wants you to do anything to themâ
A thread snapped from the plush chair that Phantom sat on, the loose end wound tightly around his finger, listening to the small pops in the seam before it finally came undone.
He almost would've preferred to have been tied up. Aether had given him a sweet kiss on the forehead with a whisper of âyou can be good, right bug?â Before joining Dew on the bed. He could be good, it usually wasnât hard. But the extra security would help while watching Aether grope Dew right in front of him.
Phantoms clothes felt suffocating, hard and straining against his boxers and even just the pressure of his palm might take the edge off but the other two had a keen eye on him, smiling and looking him up and down like he was some kind of prey. Like they were stalking, waiting for him to make a move so they could pounce.
Aether had Dew in his lap, pale skin practically glowing in the low light from the windows. He kissed up his sternum, giving one of his nipple rings a tug with his teeth, before latching onto the soft skin between his neck and his shoulder.
Dew threw his head back. It felt weirdly intimate, strangely performative and Dew gave Phantom a hooded look with a smile as he groaned. Fingers tangled in Aethers hair, guiding him on exactly where to bite next. Maybe that was part of the performance too, it was no secret that Dew and Aether had claimed each other long before Phantom was summoned, but the show was in the almost perverse secret that was the physical act claiming each other.
âNeed you-â there was a heavy pause at the end of the statement, like Dew wanted to add something on that was too intimate for Phantoms ears. Even Aether looked like a certain tension had deflated when he didnât get to hear it. They were getting carried away, slowly forgetting they were showing off instead of being able to melt into the familiar trust that prying eyes couldnât afford.
âHow bad?â Aether tilted him back, slowly laying him onto the soft sheets while his hands practically engulfed his frame. âHow bad do you need me baby?â
âYouâre the only one iâve ever wanted this badlyâ
Aethers eyes fluttered with a groan as he almost folded in on himself. The perverted part of phantom wondered if he could've come just from Dews sweet words alone. He hoped he could.
The other part had his dick twitching in jealousy. Sure, he would never be Aether, that much was never not obvious to him. But god he wanted to pound Dew into the mattress until he got words with some kind of similar weight. The idea of his senior Needing him. Only him. His cock twitched in his pants, letting out a small whine in time with Aether finally thrusting himself inside Dew.
The other need is what kept him tethered to the chair. He knew how this game worked, if he behaved Aether would scoop him up and treat him almost as sweet as Dew, and maybe Dew would coo a few nice words and kiss him dizzy while Aether fucked him.
Omega being Dew's daddy as he stretches the little water ghoul out
Omega being Pebble's daddy as he makes him throat his whole cock
Omega being Aether's daddy as he rails him over his own desk
Oughggggg Daddy Omega
STEP INTO MY OFFICE Omega is THEEE daddy ever !! he'd be so gentle but still like firm and he does give paternal vibes to me EOUGH
I think Omega would be into the more 'soft' side of daddy kink, it's more about nurturing and praise and maybe a little authority but not like intense I think. He prefers to reward with pleasure and withhold it as punishment unless his sub asks directly for a more hands on approach. Even then I think he'd just use his hands, maybe a paddle if it's requested.
He'd make sure he treats his subs so good, only the best gear and equipment for his girls and boys. He'd be irresponsible if he didn't help Aether break in his new leather harness or Dew's chastity cage, makes sure they fit snug against their bodies until they're whining and begging their daddy to use them already.
They don't even need to come to him to ask usually, he can just tell. Dew being more snappy and agitated means that Omega just needs to pin him against a wall and rearrange his guts until he's crying and snivelling and sorry for being bad, begging his daddy to let him cum. Aether spending all his time in the infirmary, neglecting himself and in turn his pack because he just can't tear himself away from his work so Omega brings himself to Aether's work. He'd maybe leave the door blind undone, just to tease Aether that he's going to get caught and it's his fault for not coming to Omega sooner as he fucks Aether into his desk, watches him drool onto his paperwork and cum splatter on the fancy wood.
Pebble is the ultimate brat. He just brats for the sake of it, he usually torments Alpha but if Omega catches him?? he will not be doing anything for the foreseeable future as Omega forces him onto his knees, hands behind his back with a vibrator tied to his thigh and holding Pebbles head against him, Omega's dick in the back of his throat while Pebble's nose is pressed against his belly. He can't move or speak and his brain just melts out his ears as he gets to cockwarm his daddy, can't even think why he wanted to be a brat since it's so much better.
I think specifically for Omega the appeal of being daddy is the power exchange, he likes having control over something and having subs that willingly give him control over their dynamic helps with this greatly. He's also just a natural caretaker, he finds fulfilment in being able to take care of his subs and provide a safe space even outside of sex within the dynamic. He also finds relief from his daily responsibilities in it, he hates when his responsibility or actions are questioned and being in a dynamic where his subs just do what he says without question helps him to cope a bit better with it.
Aether watching his dick move inside of Dew, the photo grainy but it's so arousing, seeing himself moving in Dew's most hidden parts. It itches the voyeuristic part of his brain, knowing Dew couldn't hide this from him, how their bodies aligned and moved against each other.
Dew's brain is melting out his ears, the sharp contrast from the clinical setting of the infirmary room, the stiff examination bed, the stirrups digging into his calves, the cold air that carries the faint smell of antiseptic while his cunt is being used for nothing more than Aether's pleasure.
After Aether finishes and turns his back to Dew he's left to try and wipe off the sticky gel and Aether's cum from his tummy, Aether not speaking as he types on his computer at his desk and Dew is left to feel like a slut :(
No bc Iâve never felt more at home than at that fuck ass picnic table in the train station <3 miss yall so much and the family vacation WILL happen!!!!!!!
