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[ghouljams]

kyle is truly the kinda man who will give you the best sex of your life, wring orgasm after orgasm out of you effortlessly. and then he gets out of bed and pulls some sweats on and mutters that he's gonna go make dinner, giving you the sweetest little kiss to your forehead before leaving. acts like you're not laying there still twitching and trembling from how hard he just made you cum 🙂‍↕️

[ghouljams]

"I’d rather take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three"

[ghouljams]

As a trans man, I am like mildly uncomfortable with fem pronouns but like a) most of these are oc stories written in second person pov and I can v easily deal, b) p sure there are addons that’ll change pronouns and shit (I know that there is one that’ll change y/n to whatever name you put- not applicable to you but you get it) so like! I don’t know what that other anon is complaining about! Be a witch for a story, or a flower shop owner! Or a cowboy!

And even then you don’t really use like she/her pronouns very often in your stories, plus most the nicknames you do use can pass as gender neutral as far as I’m concerned!

So yea, that’s my two cents. I get where they’re coming from but also if it bothers you that much just don’t read it. Yknow? (Also sorry for ranting in your inbox)

Oh yeah, no I don't like using she/her in my writing because my own prefered pronouns are they/them, so I tend to avoid that. The only time I ever have to use "feminine" pronouns is when König is speaking German because that's a gendered language.

I also get where the anon is coming from! And I agree with them I need to get better about tagging things with a gendered reader tag. I think the fun thing about their ask is that clearly they were reading my sub!Ghost stuff since that's the only place "mama" really is used, and I don't think I've ever used "wifey" for anything. So it felt very copy-paste to me...

But I think as a general rule for anyone, if you don't like something someone is doing, you can just block them. I am very liberal with my block button, and it's made my internet experience much nicer.

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anon sounds suspiciously familiar :/

reminds me of the person who says they're jumpscared by the gender nicknames and they would copy someone's work just to change all the female genders to male :/

Ah yeah you're right, well hopefully they take my advice and block me so they can move on.

Thank you for sending me luvit's post on them it looks like the main blogs have been deactivated but there's always a chance they just jumped ship to a new blog.

I will say, I don't get the jumpscare thing. If I'm reading a fic and it uses a gendered nickname I am simply that gender for the duration of the fic. Such is the fun of fiction. I love getting to be a man for 5k words. Maybe that's just me, idk.

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More fae!Gaz, he's so boyfriend, he's always there when you need him. Even if you didn't know he'd be there or that you'd need him! That's just how great he is!

You duck under an awning to escape the sudden downpour, already soaked to the bone. You look out at the pouring rain, tip your head to try and get a glimpse at how the clouds are moving, and sigh. You'll just have to wait it out. You wish you'd brought your umbrella.

The door beside you chimes, and there's the click fwump of an umbrella being opened. You glance at the man looking out at the rain, you recognize him. You've had a few conversations with him. Not friends, not even acquaintances, but not strangers either. What was his name again?

Something whispers through your mind, bounces and echoes: Gaz, Gaz, Gaz.

"Gaz?" You confirm. He turns to looks at you, and his eyes spark with recognition. He smiles and you smile back.

"Hey there sunshine," Gaz grins, his eyes drag over you, bounce across your chest and the way your soaked shirt clings to you, "gone for a swim?"

You laugh, shake your head and then shake it harder to try and get some of the water off it. You don't know how rain always feels so much colder and wetter than regular water, but you can feel it drip off you thickly. Gaz laughs, it sounds like chocolate. You don't- you don't know how to describe it. It's like chocolate. Rich and sweet, but dark with a hint of bitterness that makes you want to hear it again and again. You find yourself staring at him, pushing your hair off your forehead to stop the water from rolling down into your eyes. Already you've had to blink away the drops that settled on your lashes.

"Didn't bring my umbrella," you explain. Gaz nods, the cocks his head back towards the shop door.

"S'why I stopped in for one."

"Smart, don't know why I didn't think of that." You watch the rain fall for a moment, before you're struck with recollection. "We live in the same building right?" Gaz hums.

"You knocked on my door for a cuppa once." You nod and he shifts his grip on the umbrella, holding it between you. "You asking to share?"

"Could save me a few pounds," You're only half joking, stepping closer until your shoulder brushes his.

"What if I'm not headed for the tube?" You look up at Gaz, watch him cock a brow curiously. He never loses his smile. Something itches in the back of your mind, warning you against friendly strangers. Something else quiets it, pets the scared animal into submission with that soft echoing whisper: Gaz, Gaz, Gaz.

"Then you can just drop me off at the nearest station and be on your way," you reason. That seems to amuse him, something sparking in his eyes that lights up his smile. He's warm. Green. Natural. You can smell the dirt of a nearby flower pot, the dust of the city. Petrichor, your brain supplies. The smell of dust after rain.

Mentally you kick yourself. From a fucking Doctor Who episode ya numpty. Trying to sound poetic when you're just quoting a damn- and it's not even an episode you liked! Ugh.

Gaz taps your forehead, two gentle taps that make you blink. There's something familiar in the gesture, friendly in a way that's overly friendly for how close you aren't.

"Looked like you were getting lost in there," he says when you smack your hand against the tapped skin.

"Well throw down a rope then," you grumble. Your therapist is right you gotta start being more present. This is why you get caught in the rain, too busy day dreaming.

"How about I get you home first," Gaz jokes.

"Just to the station is fine," you tell him, hurrying to stay under the umbrella as he starts walking. Gaz shrugs, the umbrella shifts, and you press closer to avoid soaking your shoulder a second time.

"I'm going home anyway, may as well take you with me."

You roll your eyes. An alarm bell rings in the back of your mind, smothered by a thick magic that whispers to you: Gaz, Gaz, Gaz.

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If you see him

It's already too late

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nap with dad.

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CLASSIC SOAP 🧼 OPERATOR SKIN

[ghouljams]

Hey, could you tag your works as fem reader? It sucks when there’s no tag or label and you’re jumpscared with the words “mama” or “wifey”

Hello my love! I do my best to tag with "f!reader" but sometimes things slip through the cracks.

I don't mean this with any malice but since I write for mainly afab!readers you may just want to go ahead and block me. That should clear up your searches and take any of my untagged stuff off your radar too. Or add my username to your blacklist. Again I don't want that to come across as callous or mean, I'm just trying to offer you another solution for my mistakes.

[ghouljams]

wait wait because imagine being a normal OF creator or a cam girl, just a small name nobody who does it for the sole purpose of getting through college. you keep your face out of everything, nothing in the background of any video of yours is personal, like once you get your degree this entire account is getting deleted and it'll be a thing of the past. (not that you're ashamed or anything. we respect sex workers of all kinds here)

and you plan on doing a different kind of video: one of you fucking yourself with a new, much bigger toy. usually you keep to the rabbits and bullets but following your friends advice, you fucking yourself on a dildo wouldn't be terrible.

plus you need it, sweetheart. when was the last time you even had a date?

bitch. (affectionately)

and as soon as you walk into your usual sex store, you double take. there is no, NO, way that is pornstar!ghost's dick you've just spotted as a dildo.

he's been your favorite pornstar long before you even started this side hustle. who in their right mind can resist that beast of a man with the mask and the tattoos and the heaving thing that's between his legs--

you take it home immediately.

it's almost sad how stupid you fuck yourself on it, cunt split open and dripping onto the floorboard for the internet to see but in that moment, you don't give a fuck.

you don't remember how many times you come that night nor how many viewers you had watching your puffy lips swallow "ghost's" cock whole, but come morning, you notice your bank account and it is padded.

PADDED.

one particular tipper was incredibly generous and they even left a message.

i'd love to see you do that on the real thing.

yeah, me too.

(whoever that is becomes a loyal follower who tips regularly.)

*screaming at the thought of simon getting himself off at your video. hasn't come that hard in months and that says a lot since he's yknow, a pornstar.*

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nibble (photo ref here!!)

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♥️ love train! send this to all the blogs you love! don’t forget to spread the love! ♥️

I love nothing more than sending these to people, it always makes me so excited, like I'm putting notes in people's valentines boxes in elementary school :)

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Had to dig up all the babies names but the OC list has been updated

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I've got the munchies. currently munching on you

munch munch munch

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OK I put this off for 16 days (fuck physics for not letting me read top-shelf ghoulish tumblr fic) but heres my review:

Cowboy! and Fae! Price need to stop making my brain liquify and fall out of my skull! Not an ideal environment for the brain worms!

Gaz in every single au is sooo boyfriend

I need ghost underneath me

I need soap underneath me

König‘s nasty and I cant believe I HAVE TO fuck him

I cant fit my essay ab prof! Ghost and prof! Love in her

I already said I need ghost underneath me but the pavloving fic actually broke me I wasnt joking when I said I read it an abhorrent amount of times

SIN SUMMMERRRRR

FALLOUT I LOVE FALLOUT IM IM A FALLOUT DND CAMPAIGN AND I REALLLLLYYY LIKE COD IM GONNA KISS YOU AB YOUR FALLOUT AU

graves IS punchable

Ghost is so goddamn tragic in every variation, au, and scenario. He deserves the world (and more)

I need könig under me (this is a constant thought, but the purring egged it on more)

Uhhh what else

LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING GHOUL!!! Youre brain is awesome. Sorry for the spam likes and reblogs and long ask (statement?) have a lovely day muah muah 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Spam like, reblog, comment as much as you want I am happy that you're having fun! I treasure every word and key smash you put in the tags :)

Ghost's rightful place is always gonna be under his partner, it's where he belongs.

Gaz is so boyfriend. Boyfriend coded if ever someone has been.

Price... (need I say more or can I simply slip into a daydream?)

Graves is punchable, he wants what Soap has naturally(the sly charm and ability to get away with mischief)

König under me, over me, inside me. I want him whimpering and moaning, I want him thrusting his hips desperately, and begging to come. Nasty man...

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GHOOUULL oh my GOD! you are so so so so amazing I just LOVE your work 😍😍 like chefs kiss muah muah muah every time you post it's the best shit ever

sorry about that!!

No need to apologize! I don't even know what you're apologizing for!!

I'm glad you're having fun and enjoying my work! Mwah <3

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she's so cute, the poor thing. what the fuck is he supposed to do with a pretty girl like this? (18+, a little smidge of dark!simon)

she's so dumb. she nods when he talks, says yes, simon, yeah when he asks her if he can take her home. she purrs yes, simon, m-more when he buries his masked face between her thighs as makes her ride his covered mouth. she sings when he touches her, cries when his gloved fingers fuck her open, and she whines s-so good, simon, please, more, simon when he bottoms out into her soft cunt with all of his clothes still on.

vest strapped, thigh holsters still buckled, cargo pants still around his waist, nothing but his belt buckle open and his zipper down when he fucks you into the cushions of your couch. you're drooling, positively cock-stupid, bouncing with the rough rhythm he keeps. it's salvation, coming home to a pretty girl underneath him, and he wants to hold you hard enough to make you bleed when he grips the meat of your hips and watches your ass push back against him.

so dumb. so stupid. the prettiest girl he has ever seen, and she has no idea what it is that fucks the shape of them into her so that they will know if someone else has been here. she has no idea what the thing on top of her has done, has no idea how deranged and terrible his mind is, she doesn't know.

she never asked how he knew where she lived. she never asked how he knew which button to press in the elevator. she never asked how he knew to turn left instead of right. she never asked where he got that key, or why it worked when he opened up the door of her flat.

all she asks for is for him to fuck, please, simon--m-more!

she's so cute. she'll do just fine.