#phantom x dewdrop

[ashthewaterghoul]

Hc where Dew smokes weed but Phantom can’t really smoke it so usually shot guns from Swiss or Rain.

Dew notices this.

One night Dew is out alone on the roof of the Ministry with a joint bc he couldn’t sleep.

Phantom comes out and finds him.

Dew assures Phantom it’s okay and they can stay.

Dew offers some smoke to Phantom.

And that’s how they have their first kiss because Phantom, ever secretly a little shit who absolutely knew that Dew was out there alone, closes that gap right up to “make sure none of it escapes”

[saintmisu]

late night shenanigans (poor phantom tho)

[asterias-corner]

whenever phantoms sad he crawls into dews bed, and dew will wrap his arms around the lil bug and just hold him tight, just knowing when phantom either sought him out for love, or comfort. (Sometimes ant goes to him for both)

Either way he’s peppering kisses on his face sooo

[lifes-eternal-ghoul]

Dewtom... Phantomizer... Sodo x Phantom... KISSKISSFALLINLOVE! No but have some ghouls for the time being.

[dewsgremlin]

Phantom, bursting into the common room: "Dew, help me! Spider! Spider!In my room!"

Dewdrop, sleepy: "A single spider?"

Phantom, stressed and snippy: "No. A married one, what the hell, Dew?!"

Dewdrop: ...

Phantom: ...

Dewdrop: Okay, listen you little shit - another bitchy answer and I'll put spiders in your food. And your bed. In your bags and in your closet. There will be spiders everywhere, no matter where you are. Not a single spider, no. Many. Spiders. And that's a promise.

[mak-be-ghouled]

sleepy phantom/dew

inspired by @ashthewaterghoul ‘s lovely fic

[ghoul-slime]

Collegiality

Kinktober Day 24: Gangbang/Group

Pairings: Aether/Dew, Swiss/Dew, Rain/Dew, Mountain/Dew, Phantom/Dew, and little bit of Phantom/Rain, really a bit of everyone/everyone but mostly just everyone/Dew

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,432

Tags/warnings: Gangbang, group sex, multiple partners, cum play, rough sex, tender sex, hair-pulling, poly ghouls, crying, begging, orgasm delay/denial, Dewdrop getting wrecked overall, Dew being a smug little shit until the big dicks come out

Basically: the boys line up all nice and run a train on Dew

Had this sitting in my drafts for over a year, then decided to finish it up for Kinktober, which I then promptly fell behind on! ( @papaslittlesunshine I swear I will finish the ACTUAL prompts you gave me next!)

Read here on Tumblr or over on AO3

It’s not often that they do this, not with all of them anyway. It’s not that Dew doesn’t love all the attention on him, it’s just that he rarely has the patience to sit there politely for such a long time while everyone gets a fucking turn with him. But since Phantom is new to the pack, he figures why not.

“Think of it like a welcome gift,” Aether had explained to Phantom, like he was inviting him out to dinner and not to take part in running a train on his brand new, exceedingly hot packmate.

Later that night he walks into the common room with Aether, nervous with anticipation, to find Mountain and Rain fussing with the pull-out couch, the mattress now unfolded and made up with blankets and pillows. Swiss stands nearby watching them, arms folded over his chest. When he sees Phantom walk in he flashes a grin and gives him an encouraging thumbs up.

A few moments later Dew saunters into the room. He’s wearing nothing but a thin black robe that he hasn’t even bothered to tie shut, with his hair pulled up into a tight little bun at the top of his head. He makes his way over to the pull-out couch before shucking his robe and tossing it over the back with a flourish.

Around him, Phantom hears the other ghouls start to disrobe, the sound of fabric rustling, belts clinking, and zippers coming undone. He stands there dumbfounded for a beat before he’s peeling off his own shirt and clumsily stepping out of his jeans and briefs, tossing them in a messy pile off to the side. He doesn’t know what to do, where to stand, or what to look at. For now, he plans to just hang back and watch.

Instead, Phantom is startled out of his thoughts as Dew steps in front of him, puts one hand on his naked, bony hip and points directly at him. 

“You. You go first,” Dew says curtly, before turning back to clamber onto the mattress, arranging himself completely unashamed on his hands and knees in front of the group. 

Dew looks back over his shoulder and sticks out his tongue. 

“Show me what you got, new guy,” he teases, before turning back around and spreading his knees just a little bit more. Making sure his newest packmate gets an eyeful.

Phantom’s breath catches when he sees that Dew’s been prepped already, pink little hole already wet with slick and lube. Phantom wonders if he’d fingered his ass open himself, or if another ghoul had helped him get there before dutifully taking his place back in the den. 

Phantom flushes, suddenly self-conscious, but Mountain and Rain are stepping in and guiding him to take his place behind Dew. Mountain’s hand rests on the small of his back as he takes himself in his fist, cock already impossibly hard at the sight of Dew spread out and waiting for him.

Dew wriggles his hips playfully, an invitation for Phantom to line himself up and sink in slowly, slowly, until he’s bottomed out and breathless. Until he’s fully seated inside the smaller ghoul’s hot little body. Distantly, he registers Mountain and Rain pulling away as he starts to thrust. He gives rapid-fire, shallow little thrusts, hips moving rabbit-quick and totally off rhythm, but Dewdrop is so tight around him, and so hot. He feels so unbelievably good and he realizes with a panic that there’s no way he’s gonna last more than a few minutes inside him like this.

Dew must be able to tell, because he barks out at him. “C’mon, harder. Give it to me deeper, new guy.”

And Dew is playing just a little bit cruel, Phantom thinks weakly, speeding up his thrusts and pushing in harder, because he feels the way he clenches around him on each stroke, squeezing blissfully tight around Phantom’s cock each time he pulls his hips back. After a few more strokes Phantom feels that telltale coil in his gut pull tighter.

He realizes it’s too late with a whimper, gripping Dew by the hips and giving him one more thrust, as deep as he can manage, skinny hips flush against Dew’s as he cums with a cry, emptying himself inside the smaller ghoul. 

He’s lightheaded when he pulls out.

Dew turns his head to the side and Phantom braces himself for more teasing, but instead he just reaches back and swipes one finger through the mess between his cheeks before winking at Phantom and licking it clean.

Phantom’s dick twitches pathetically, but just as quick as he got there, he’s being ushered back towards the end of the line by Mountain while he watches Rain step up to take his place behind Dew.

“Hiya, Rainy,” Dew says sweetly, demeanor instantly changed and ready to play nice for his favorite water ghoul.

“Hi Dew,” Rain answers back with a smile, just as sweet, a well-timed blush rising to his pretty cheeks. 

Rain climbs onto the mattress behind Dew, runs his cock through the slick mess between his legs a few times before he’s pushing in and leaning forward until he’s got his entire body draped over the back of Dew’s. Bracing himself with one hand, he takes Dew’s face by the jaw, turns him to face him - and then they’re kissing. Straining, sloppy kisses, all tongue and spit, as Rain humps his cock into Dew, his perfect ass flexing as he bottoms out with each thrust.

“Mmm, that’s right,” Dew hums into the kiss, “give it to me Rainy,” he mumbles, muffled against Rain’s lips.

Pushing himself back to meet every thrust with a high-pitched, showy little moan, Dew tells him that’s right, keep going, that he can take more, that Rain can give it to him even harder, harder. He tells him just how properly he expects to get filled up now that he’s in the water ghoul’s capable hands.

And Rain is so good for him, fucking in at the perfect angle every time and letting Dew shove his tongue halfway down his throat at he does it. Perfectly happy to give Dew anything he wants, as he always is.

Dew grabs for Rain’s hand and threads their fingers together as he fucks him harder, craning his neck back at an impossibly awkward angle just to keep kissing him as deep as possible. Lips slick with spit and fangs clacking together with one final deep thrust, and Rain busts inside him with a groan.

Rain stills while he catches his breath, still sheathed inside Dew’s hot, throbbing little body and admires the thin sheen of sweat starting to show down the back of his neck. He presses a kiss to the fire ghoul’s shoulder and pulls out to see his cum, now mixed with the load Phantom just fucked into him moments earlier, start to drip back out in a thin stream. 

Dew reaches down once again, drags two fingers through the mess, and pushes everything back inside himself.

“And that’s round two,” Rain hears someone say behind him with a chuckle, ears still ringing from the blood rushing from his head. It’s Swiss, he registers, biding his time near the back of the lineup next to Aether. Both ghouls have a hand curled around themselves, giving lazy little strokes as they watch the show play out in front of them.

A moment later and Mountain moves in, stopping to pull Rain close, wrapping his arms around his slender waist and dipping him down for a kiss. He releases the water ghoul, who makes his way back on shaky legs towards Phantom hovering at the edge of the group. Rain winds his arms around his new packmate’s neck and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss of his own. 

As interested as he is in seeing Phantom and Rain naked and pawing at each other, Mountain turns back to Dew, eager for his turn. The sight of Dewdrop, face down on the couch and panting, looking increasingly more used up - but still waiting for more, has Mountain growling possessively. 

He moves in and takes the little fire ghoul by the hips before pushing his entire length deep into Dew, bullying his way inside until he’s fully seated. He’s the biggest of the pack by far, and the stretch and burn of it drags a long, ragged moan from Dew, and for the first time that night, the fire ghoul’s smug demeanor starts to falter. Mountain pulls back, almost all the way out, just enough that he can watch the blunt head of his cock kiss Dew’s twitching, puffy little rim. And then he’s slamming back with a thrust hard enough to push Dew all the way forward on his elbows.

Dew moans again, a real moan, none of those overly showy, bullshit porno moans from earlier, his eyes rolling back as Mountain fucks him hard and deep. He sets a relentless pace, full-length strokes pulled all the way out and then slammed back in until he's punching out breathless cries from Dew with each powerful thrust. He fucks him like that, with big hands wrapped around Dew’s skinny little waist.

If he squeezes hard enough he can make the tips of his fingers meet just below Dew’s navel. With each thrust, he can feel the hard length of himself pushing out Dew’s taut little belly just so. The bulge of him inside is barely noticeable, but it’s enough to rip the orgasm out of Mountain so fast it hits the both of them like an electric shock.

Dew goes stiff with it, surprised, clamping down around Mountain’s spasming cock, milking every drop from him with a ragged cry. Mountain pulls out, and Dew groans at the loss. He reaches out with a shaky hand, an attempt to feel the wet flow of Mountain’s load dripping out of his hole, but not before Mountain beats him to it, catching the rivulets of cum dribbling out of Dew’s ass and pushing it all back in, deep up to the knuckles. He fucks Dew’s loose hole with two fingers until the little ghoul is moaning again, and the wet, slick sounds of Mountain’s fingers inside him fill the room.

Phantom and Rain abandon their lazy, post-orgasm kissing as their interests are piqued again, pulling away from each other to creep in closer for a better look at how increasingly wrecked Dew is starting to look after just three rounds.

Mountain grunts, satisfied, and stands back to admire his work - at the way Dew’s wet little hole has been fucked pink and puffy from the stretch of Mountain’s fat cock and long fingers.

Dew only gets a brief moment to catch his breath before Swiss bullies his way in with a grin, sidestepping Mountain and cracking his knuckles. 

“You ready for me, firecracker?” He quips, one big hand squeezing the base of his dick in anticipation.

“Yeah,” Dew nods, face down into the pillows and breathless, hair spilling out of the bun on top of his head. He reaches back with both hands to grab his cheeks and spread. He pulls himself open just for Swiss, to let him see what a wrecked little mess he is. 

“Make me take it, Swiss”

Swiss grins wider and pushes Dew’s head until he’s face down into the pillows. He spits a wad of saliva directly onto Dew’s clenching little hole, takes his hard cock in his hand, and buries himself to the base in one stroke. 

Dew yelps as Swiss grabs a handful of hair, fingers wrapped tight around his bun and tugs, pulling until the fire ghoul’s back is bent into a perfect, pretty arch. He fucks him without mercy, hard and fast and deep. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin grow louder as Swiss sets a relentless pace that has Dew crying out, ragged moans and pleas of yes yes make me fucking take it until the springs in the couch are squeaking and Dew’s blush is bright red and spread all the way down the back of his neck and shoulders.

Swiss reaches back with his free hand and smacks Dew’s ass with a wide, flat palm. Dew cries out, caught off guard. Swiss gives him another one, relishing in the way Dew clamps down around his cock with each slap. He repeats until both of the little ghoul’s ass cheeks are bright red and angry and Dew is drooling into the pillows. 

He fucks Dew rough, until he has him split open on his cock and moaning like a whore, and then he lets go of his hair, brings both hands to those bony little hips and squeezes. Squeezes hard enough to leave bruises, digging his nails in to mark Dew up just the way he knows he likes. He tugs him in by the waist with a bruising grip, pulls him back and forth on his cock like a pretty little toy, slamming in deep enough to bully Dew’s prostate with every stroke, until Dew is scrabbling at the sheets with his claws and and sobbing into the pillows. Desperate for Swiss to touch him, begging him to make him cum.

Swiss obliges with a grin, reaches around and wraps one big hand around Dew’s stiff dick, hanging hot and heavy between his legs, bouncing in time with the thrusts wracking his body. Swiss jacks him off until he feels Dew start to flutter around him, until he feels him clench. Until he gets him right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Please ohhhhh!” Dew’s just about shouting now, gnashing his teeth between sobs as Swiss fucks his brains out. “I’m gonna ohhhhh!”

Swiss growls, heavy and deep, when he blows his load inside him, fisting Dew’s cock as he paints his insides with his release.

He jacks Dew off through it all, feeling the way Dew tightens around him, sees the way the fire ghoul’s tight little sack draws up taut, seconds away from an orgasm. 

From relief.

And then, at exactly the right moment, he uncurls his fingers and wrenches his fist away. He lets Dew’s dripping cock fall back between his legs, heavy and straining, so red that it’s almost purple at the tip.

Dew lets out a ragged cry at his ruined orgasm, tears spilling down his splotchy cheeks and soaking into the sheets as he chokes back sobs of frustration, desperately trying to hump his hips into nothing, chasing any sort of friction Swiss might grant him.

The multi-ghoul just laughs. And then he’s flipping him over so fast Dew’s head spins. He grabs him by the leg, fingers wrapped tight around one slim ankle and tugs him to the edge of the couch.

Dew’s chest heaves, choking out sobs between dragging in deep, shuddering breaths. Skinny little hips still humping at nothing as Swiss drags him around like a ragdoll.

“Please let me,” Dew is begging, sad little pleas between gasping cries and hiccups. “Swiss, please, I need to.. I…” 

Swiss is still holding Dew’s leg in the air with one hand when he reaches in with the other to spread him open with two fingers, watching the entire mess flow out and pool between his cheeks, until it starts to puddle, leaving a dark, wet spot on the mattress. 

“So pretty,” Swiss admires. “Made to be stuffed full of cock and filled with cum, aren’t you, firecracker?”

Dew looks up at him with wet, pleading eyes and nods.

Instead, Swiss just lets more cum dribble out, and then he’s running his fingers up Dew’s sticky, wet cleft and back down to his balls, still drawn up nice and tight. He pushes his fingers back inside, and feels how hot and wet and loose Dew is.

Dew squirms, tears streaming down his face in frustration as Swiss plays with his hole lazy and unhurried, agonizing in the way he just pushes the cum back up inside him and lets it all dribble out again. In and out, until he’s got his fingers coated and Dew’s entire body is shaking.

Swiss presses a kiss to Dew’s ankle before gently placing his leg back down on the couch and then he’s bringing his fingers to Dew’s lips, shiny and soaking wet with cum and slick and lube.

“Suck,” he commands, pressing his fingers between the fire ghoul’s lips. 

Any other time and Dew would fight back, hissing and spitting and loving the challenge, but now, fucked loose and pliant, tears still streaming down his pretty face from his ruined orgasm, and he complies immediately. Opens up and lets Swiss pet at his soft, pink tongue with filthy fingers. He wraps his lips around them and sucks. Hollowing his cheeks and suckling until Swiss is satisfied and pulls them away nice and clean.

“He’s all yours now, Aeth,” Swiss says, looking down at Dew reverently, before stepping aside for Aether to finally take his place.

Aether steps in to gather Dew into his arms, smoothing big, warm hands over Dew’s shaking body, soothing him, leaning in to whisper sweet words of praise into his ear, quiet enough that they’re just for Dew to hear. He leans in close, tells Dew how proud he is, how good he’s been for them, how well he’d taken all of them. How good he was for welcoming Phantom properly into the pack.

Aether parts Dew’s legs gently, gets him spread open nice and wide one last time. He presses in and folds the smaller ghoul nearly in half, leaning in and kissing him, deep and loving, as he slides inside. There’s absolutely no resistance, Dew’s body wet and loose and full with everything the other ghouls have given him.

Dew reaches up with shaky arms and wraps them around Aether’s neck, pulls him in as they kiss. 

And Aether talks him through it, sweet words murmured against his lips. He tells him how good he tastes, how sweet. His perfect Dewdrop. He fucks him with long, slow strokes, reaching in so deep and feeling how wet and full his little mate is with their entire pack’s cum.

Dew groans into his mouth, squeezes his arms around his neck and pleads against his lips. Little whimpers of pleasure as Aether makes him feel so good. Proud to know he’d taken care of his pack so well.

Aether kisses him in time with each push, each thrust hitting deep and perfect, bringing Dew’s flagging erection back to full attention. He whispers more words of praise against the fire ghoul’s lips as he takes his cock in his hand and strokes. He jacks him off and tells him how good he is. His sweet baby boy. His love. His mate. 

“Feel that, Dew” Aether asks as he bottoms out with a particularly deep thrust. “Feel how full you are inside?”

Dew nods, eyes closed and jaw slack as Aether fucks a litany of obscene, wet sounds out of him. With each push a little more of the mess inside Dew’s body dribbles out. Dew is stuffed so full that Aether’s cock is coated in it.

“That’s right, baby boy. Filled you all the way up, didn’t we? Oh, there’s so much inside you. That’s just how much we all love you, isn’t it, baby?

And that does it, Aether’s filthy, sweet words wring a surging orgasm out of him. Dew comes so hard on Aether’s cock he almost blacks out, his vision dark around the edges as he feels Aether spill hot inside him, adding one more load to the everything he’d already taken. 

They kiss, breathing ragged into each other’s mouths as they come down, sweaty foreheads pressed together. For just a moment, it’s only the two of them. 

And then Aether is taking Dew’s hand and guiding him down to feel where they’re connected, he presses the pads of Dew’s fingers against his own rim as he slips out. Lets him feel the hot gush of cum as he slides out, feel how hot and wet and completely fucked open his own little hole is.

Dew hums when Aether pulls away, satisfied and spent and boneless. He holds himself up on shaky elbows just long enough to see the way the rest of the pack is watching him with rapt attention before letting himself fall back to the pillows with a smug little smile tugging at his lips.

“Now,” Aether says, loud enough to pull everyone’s attention back to him.

“Who gets to eat him out first?”

[pommepaloma]

If your still doing doodle request how bout some sleepy cuddles with phantom and dew

I just had to

[ragingsock]

Little one shot I wrote to get my mind off some stuff. Totally not projecting onto Phantom or anything.

Dew x Phantom is implied

Tw: disordered eating

Phantom’s used to feeling hungry. In the pit he never knew when, where, or even if he’d get his next meal. This followed him when he was summoned.

In the early days Cumulus would leave food at Phantom’s door, not wanting to pressure him into leaving his room if he wasn’t ready but she’d pass by later in the day to see it still outside his door cold.

Swiss, Rain, and Mountain would invite Phantom to picnics near Rain’s favorite pond. If Phantom accepted he’d pick at his chips watching Rain swim. It was the most any of them had seen him eat.

It was Dewdrop who got him to open up though. Phantom had collapsed during practice and Dew rushed him to the infirmary. Aether told Dew it was due to severe malnutrition. Poor Bug’s body couldn’t keep going in his current state.

When Phantom woke up Dew wanted to yell at him for being so stupid but the young ghoul’s sunken eyes and frail frame made him stop. He remembered what the pit was like. If you weren’t strong or fast or useful in some way you were left to fend for yourself, he was left to fend for himself.

Dewdrop sat with Phantom, telling him about when he first came topside. Terzo making his ghouls feasts, or at least trying to before he and Omega had to step in so the abbey didn’t burn to the ground. They established pack dinners, Terzo had said since they were summoned together, they’d eat together as a family. It helped take everyone’s mind off their new situation and bond. It was a tradition they kept when Terzo was no longer with them.

In return, Phantom told Dew about his time in the pit. How hunger felt familiar and comforting since he still wasn’t fully settled. How he hoarded food, his desk drawers were full of chip bags and any sweets he could get his hands on. He admitted that sour candies were one of his favorites.

During that time Aether had been listening. He packed the two a small lunch, something that wouldn’t be too heavy on Phantom’s empty stomach but would give him some energy back. And he might’ve put a bag of sour gummy worms in as a treat.

Dewdrop took Phantom to a quiet, more secluded place. A gazebo, a little run down but had one of the best sunny spots for naps. He told the young ghoul he’d come here to be alone. Think, nap, he pointed out a spot where the stone was scorched after he’d had his element changed. He admitted that wasn’t a good time for him.

While Dew talked he placed the food Aether had given them out. He didn’t force Phantom to eat or make a big deal about it but it was there if he wanted it. The two sat there till the sun set and by the time they were cleaning up, Phantom had eaten everything.

Well, almost everything. As the two walked back to the ghoul wing they shared the bag of gummy worms. Phantom slept in Dew’s room that night. Curled around the fire ghoul, softly purring as he dozed off.

It still took Phantom a while to be able to eat normally and with everyone and he still kept a snack drawer in his room but he’s forever grateful for what Dewdrop did for him that day.

[sentientgolfball]

Like the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars in the Sky

I'm absolutely sick for these two being soft for each other you have no idea

Read here or on Ao3

Pairing: Stardew

Word Count: 2735

Tags: self-deprecating Phantom, Dew is so very soft, mirror sex, teeny tiny twinge of body horror but that's only because Phantom is exaggerating their scars

Summary: Dew can see himself in Phantom for all the wrong reasons. He tries to get them to see what he sees.

Dew wasn’t always the confident ghoul who loved to flaunt and show himself to the world. He wasn’t always one to dress up in a tight little outfit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. To someone on the outside, it would seem like Dew is one of the most vain ghouls in the Ministry but those closest to him know it’s quite the opposite. He clawed his way through fire to get to where he was. 

When he was a water ghoul he knew what he had. He knew just how pretty he was, everyone was always telling me so. He could bat his eyes and have Ifrit on his knees. If he flipped his long silver hair over his shoulder Mountain would be there with his lips glued to his gills. He’d stretch after a good nap, a little bit of his shirt riding up and Aether would be on him before he finished yawning. He would be completely focused on his music and Zephyr would wrap an arm around his waist and pull him into their side with a growl. 

He was a pretty, sweet, delicate little thing. 

He forgot this after his transition to fire. Oh, he had wanted the change sure, but some dark part in his mind would whisper to him. It told him he made a mistake, he wasn’t the same how could any of them love him anymore? He compared himself to Alpha and Ifrit, convinced he’d never look as gorgeous as two real fire ghouls. He saw the horrid scars that used to be his gills, his matte black limbs, and the sharp spines that used to be his fins. He knew he was being lied to when his pack still called him beautiful. Dew refused to look in a mirror for weeks after the ritual. When he finally did, it only made these feelings worse. He shattered the mirror when he saw one of his horns had broken when he realized even his curtain of now blonde hair couldn’t hide the gashes in his neck. He had wholly devoted himself to the Morning Star and what did it get him but a broken, mangled body? 

When Rain came along it was like something in Dew clicked into place. At first Dew had hated him, he was nothing more than a reminder of everything he had given up. That had changed the first time Rain saw him without a shirt. He had been going to the laundry room, fresh out of every hoodie and jacket he bundled himself in to hide. He didn’t think anyone was in the den. They had stared at each other like two frightened deer before Rain breathlessly muttered the word that altered Dew’s brain chemistry. 

Beautiful. 

Dew’s path was long, but it only got better from that moment on. He stopped constantly wearing layers upon layers of clothing to hide his scars. He finally let other ghouls take him to bed who weren’t Aether or Mountain. He finally allowed those two to fully undress him. When Ifrit kissed the fire symbol that had been carved onto his chest with the same reverence normally reserved for sacred objects Dew nearly wept. He finally felt like he belonged in his body. He finally felt like Dewdrop again. 

This is why it was so easy for him to spot it in the new ghoul. He’s not sure if he’s the only one who noticed, but he wouldn’t be surprised with how well they hide it. At first Dew thought he was reading too much into things, silently searching for something that wasn’t there. But the moment Phantom used their glamour for the first time Dew knew he was right. It was subtle but unmistakable the way their eyes fell when they saw their scars still covering their face. 

Dew had wanted to do something. He couldn’t let those feelings fester in the little bug. Unfortunately, Dew is not the best when it comes to these deep rooted feelings. He did his best to make Phantom feel appreciated, changing the strings on their guitar, giving them his extra pillow on the bus, and accompanying them to the mall that was near one of their venues. He had hoped Phantom would confide in him or at the very least make some off-handed self-deprecating joke that Dew could argue against, but it never came. Still, he noticed the way they avoided looking in the mirror for too long, the way they’d run their hands over the Lichtenberg figure scars every single time they had their glamour in place. 

Dew really couldn’t do anything about it until they were home from tour. Everything was too chaotic on the road for them to have any real heartfelt moments. That didn’t stop Dew from trying to figure something out. He had something planned, a moment where he’d steal Phantom away to go stargazing or maybe watch a thunderstorm roll in and Dew would whisper his adoration to them. 

That plan was thrown out the window though when Dew came into the kitchen for dinner this evening and Phantom wasn’t there. Dew immediately questioned the rest of the pack. 

“They said they were taking a quick shower before dinner” Cirrus supplies. 

“Yea quick” Aurora giggles “It’s been like thirty minutes.” 

“If we compare that to Rain technically it is quick” Swiss flicks the water ghoul with the end of his tail who hisses in return. 

Dew hums in acknowledgment before walking to his own room to get changed into something more comfortable. He stops though outside of Phantom’s door. He doesn’t know why, but something deep within was telling him he needed to check on them. He tried to ignore it, telling himself they’re just showering for Satan’s sake, but he already had the lock popped before he could stop himself. 

The scent of melted plastic nearly made him fall over with how strong it was. All the lights were off. The shower wasn’t running. The bed was empty. Dew peered into the bathroom to see if maybe they were hiding in there, but he came up empty-handed. That’s when he heard a small sniff from his right. He looked over only to see Phantom huddled up under their desk, knees drawn up to their chest and their face hidden. 

“Bug?” Dew crouches down to their level. 

“I’m sorry” they sob. 

“What? Why are you sorry?” 

“I know you’re only here to bring me out. I’m sorry I didn’t…I was going to take a shower honestly but then I just…I just—“ another sob wrecks their body and the space is momentarily filled with purple light as quintessence jumps from her Lichtenberg figure scars. 

Dew shakes his head, tentatively reaching out to place a hand on their arm. When they don’t pull away he scoots closer. 

“No Phantom, buggy, I came to check on you.” 

“Why?” 

“Just had a feeling” Dew shrugs “what happened?” 

It’s quiet for a moment as Phantom takes the time to find their voice. They slowly look up, eyes shining and puffy. 

“I’m disgusting.” 

“What?” 

“Oh come on Dew look at me I’m covered in scars that I can’t hide no matter how hard I try! I’m shattered! Hells even if I could hide the scars there’s no way to get rid of this!” They let the tips of their fingers slip into the empty void that should’ve been their left eye. 

Dew gasps and grabs their wrist quickly, stopping them from going any further. They let him guide their fingers away from their face as more tears start to fall. 

“Phantom…” but Dew doesn’t know what to say. 

He knows words won’t do anything. He could call them beautiful until his vocal chords gave out and it still wouldn’t clear the fog from their mind. Maybe that’s a blessing, Dew has never been one with words. He does his best with his body, so that’s what he does. He gently pulls Phantom out from under their desk. They thankfully don’t resist, allowing Dew to drag them out and into his lap. He holds them there, pressing their ear to his chest and wrapping his tail around them. He lets them cry for as long as they need to, gently rubbing their back. 

When their shoulders stop shaking Dew cups their face, softly guiding them to look at him. He brushes his thumb across the underside of their eyes, wiping the stray tears away. Dew pressed his forehead to theirs and sighs. 

“You’re beautiful to me Phantom.”

“Liar” they let out a halfhearted whine. 

“Trust me…” Dew whispers before gently pressing a kiss to their forehead. 

He travels down, kissing the corners of their eyes, then their nose, their cheeks, and the corners of their mouth. He pulls away only for a moment to stare into Phantom’s eyes, hoping to the Lords Below they’ll be able to see every word that gets caught in his throat. He leans back in slowly, giving them plenty of time to stop him, before capturing them in a kiss. 

It's soft for only a moment before Dew is pressing more insistently against their lips like this kiss alone could get them to see what Dew sees. To feel what Dew feels when he looks at them. He’d give them the breath from his lungs if it meant they would know how radiant they look. 

Even when they part they still close, lips ghosting over each other’s when Dew speaks. 

“Please believe me when I say you’re beautiful.” 

“I can’t…” 

“Let me show you what I see then.” 

Dew scoots back until he’s pressed against the end of Phantom’s bed. He turns them so they’re both facing the floor-length mirror in the corner of their room. Phantom keeps their face tucked into Dew’s neck. 

“Look” Dew gently urges. 

“Come on love bug look.” 

They hesitantly lift their head and turn towards the mirror. They put all their focus on Dew’s glowing eyes. He smiles in the reflection before pressing a kiss right below their ear. He peels their shirt off with no real hurry, dragging the tips of his claws over their skin to make them shudder. He kisses over every inch of skin that’s exposed to him, sucking lightly on their neck and nipping at their shoulders. They sigh and lean their head back against Dew’s shoulders. 

“Keeping watching Phantom. You have to watch me.” Dew whispers into their ear before softly rolling the lobe between his teeth. 

Dew doesn’t continue until he sees Phantom lift their head and make eye contact with him in the mirror. When he does, Dew laves over the branches of the scars on their neck, sucking deep marks over them as evidence of his love. He doesn’t stop until he feels a small spark of quintessence ripple through his body. 

“Sorry” Phantom tries to look away again but Dew doesn’t let them. 

“No more apologies.” 

They open their mouth like they’re going to protest before closing it and nodding rapidly a few times. 

“Good boy” Dew whispers before slowly trailing his claws down their body to hover over their hips. 

He goes slow, making sure they’re watching as he pops the button on their pants. He whispers sweetness into their ear as they pull their pants and underwear off, leaving them bare before the mirror. Dew takes only a moment to rip his own shirt off, exposing the worst of him. He grabs Phantom’s hand and rests them against the scars where his gills used to be on his abdomen. 

“Do you think I’m ugly?” 

“What!” Phantom tries to turn to meet Dew’s eyes. He holds them still. 

“Just look, it's okay. 

Phantom nods and swallows. 

“Good. Do you think I’m ugly Phantom?” 

“Of course I don’t! You’re one of the prettiest ghouls I’ve ever seen” they thumb over Dew’s scars absentmindedly as they talk. 

“Even though I’m covered in scars like you? Covered in the burnt remnants of what I used to be.” 

“I…well that’s different you can hide yours.” 

“Even if I couldn't, would you still call me pretty?” 

Phantom sighs “Of course I would. You’re you.” 

“Then do the same for yourself.” 

When Phantom doesn’t respond Dew removes one hand from their hips to slowly stroke their half-hard cock. Phantom gasps when those warm, lithe fingers wrap around him. He drags his fist over their length, squeezing gently with every pass over the head. Dew holds their hip still to stop them from bucking into his hand.  

“You’re beautiful Phantom” Dew kisses over their shoulder, minutely speeding up his hand over their cock. 

Phantom whimpers and shakes their head, yet his eyes fall to where Dew’s hand is working them. 

“Say it.” 

“Dew I can’t…please.” 

“Say it.” 

They gulp and shake their head with a whine. 

Dew lets go of their dick, letting it drop to sit heavy against their thigh. Their eyes shoot up to search for Dew’s in the mirror, concern and confusion written all over their face. Dew meets their gaze with intensity, determination set over every sharp angle. Phantom feels their resolve whither under those burning eyes. 

They mumble something and Dew wraps his hand around their cock, holding but not moving. 

“I didn’t hear you.” 

“Dew come on.” 

He waits, not dropping his gaze from Phantom’s reflection. 

“I’m…I’m beautiful.”

“Damn right you are” Dew starts stroking his cock again, thumbing at the tip to collect the pre beading there. 

“You’re gorgeous Phantom and I mean that. I can’t get enough of you. I would spend every moment tracing the paths of your lightning if you’d let me.” 

Phantom keens when Dew sucks another mark over their shoulder. They don’t want to believe him, they don’t want to accept what Dew says is true. But the conviction that he says it with makes it impossible to keep out. Their cock kicks in his hand, blurting a thick glob of pre over his knuckles as Dew continues his whispering of devotion. 

“Gorgeous. My gorgeous ghoul.” 

“Dew oh fuck Dew I’m gonna cum.” 

Dew hums in acknowledgment, setting a more steady pace. 

“Watch Phantom. I want you to watch and see how pretty you are. I need you to see it.” 

They couldn’t look now if they tried, eyes glued to the way the tip of their dick disappears and reappears in Dew’s hand. They glance away only for a moment to try to find his eyes in the reflection, but their gaze accidentally lands on themselves. They gasp a moan at the sight of their flushed cheeks and the small glow coming from their scars. When Dew notices he laughs and licks up the column of their throat to whisper directly into their ear. 

“I told you. Just look at how fucking pretty you are.” 

Phantom moans and bucks into his fist, spilling over his knuckles and onto the floor. Dew jacks them through it, muttering praise as he milks every last drop from them. He doesn’t stop until Phantom whines from the overstimulation, cock spent and sensitive. 

Dew buries his face into the side of their neck, kissing over their skin. They sit like that for what feels like an eternity until Phantom wiggles in his grasp. Dew loosens his arms enough to let them turn around to face him. They kiss him before curling up and burying their head in his chest, ear pressed right over the fire symbol. 

“Promise you won’t tell the others? I don’t want pity.” 

“Only if you promise that you’ll find me when things get too loud” Dew pokes the side of their head. 

“You’re really not gonna let this go huh?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

There’s a pause.

“Thank you” they mumble against his skin. 

Dew closes his eyes and buries his nose into their hair. His heart clenches thinking about what must’ve been running through their head before they finally broke. He hopes that maybe just maybe he’ll be able to break through to them. He knows that feeling. Knows what it’s like to look in the mirror and not recognize yourself. Phantom doesn’t deserve that. He just hopes that whatever Rain was able to do for him, he was able to do for Phantom. Phantom deserves someone as soft as Rain and if Dew has to douse the fire in his veins to that then he will without question. 

He always will.

[ashthewaterghoul]

You Guide Me In To Safety And Silence - A DewTom One Shot

Runts weren’t exactly uncommon but Quintessence runts were a particular rarity. Quints were so strong that the idea of a pure Quint being a runt was damn near unthinkable. And Copia had just managed to pull one - who looked days away from the Beyond - from the depths of the pits. No one quite knew how long it had been since this Quint had crossed over and the portal shut. But still, no one had even so much as hissed in a breath. That was until Dew snapped into gear, “Fuck this shit.” Or, Dew helps Phantom after being summoned, and they find out they both share a less-than-desirable trait amongst Ghouls.

Words: 2.5k

Rating: Teen and up

Relationship: Dewdrop/Phantom (platonic)

Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, cuddles, runts, branding (mentioned/discussed not shown), scars, soft & caring Dewdrop, they/them Phantom, Phantom needs a hug, Phantom gets hugs, summonings, implied/referenced previous t0rture and abu$e (basically just Dew realising what a lot of Phantom's scars and mannerisms are indicative of), uhhh idk what else to tag, help.

A/n: Mind the tags in regards to references made to Phantom's past, all are brief mentions and nothing's in too much detail. Please let me know if I missed any tags!

Title from 'Telomeres' by Sleep Token

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    No one could quite believe the sight of the little Quint that landed on the altar. They were summoning a Quintessence Ghoul… right? Quints were usually big and bulky, a reflection of their cosmic-fuelled powers. Omega and Aether were your typical, stocky Quints, Delta and Swiss being Quint-aligned had some of the typical presentation as well.

    So why was this one so tiny?

    It clocked for everyone instantly what they were, and the Clergy’s eyes all turned to Copia, who was flushed in embarrassment at the attention. The man had an incredible connection to the unholy divine and had summoned six Ghouls by himself before this, his other three inherited from his brother. His stellar record had only led to a great amount of respect, but clearly that luck had just ran out because Copia had just summoned a runt.

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    No one instantly went to the shocked and shivering Ghoul on the altar. They were so curled in on themself, they looked even smaller. The little clothing the Ghoul had on - as was typical down in the pits - revealed their twiggy frame, joints and bones sticking out under their patchy scarred skin.

    Usually, Copia helped the Ghoul off the altar and threw a blanket over them, and get their permission to bind their souls to him and this Ministry. Then the pack would embrace them and the lot of them would spend a confinement period in the den, just them, no humans and no one would leave unless it was essential so the new summon could start to acclimate to life on the surface, and start to form a bond with the pack.

    But everyone was stood gawping at the runt in the summoning circle.

    Runts weren’t exactly uncommon but Quintessence runts were a particular rarity. Quints were so strong that the idea of a pure Quint being a runt was damn near unthinkable. And Copia had just managed to pull one - who looked days away from the Beyond - from the depths of the pits.

     No one quite knew how long it had been since this Quint had crossed over and the portal shut. But still, no one had even so much as hissed in a breath. That was until Dew snapped into gear,

    “Fuck this shit.”

    He defied protocol as he took off his uniform’s cape and jacket, walking up to the altar to drape them over the Ghoul, who’s fangs where clacking together with their shivers. Well, no, actually. It was just the one fang, Dew noticed as he got closer. The other three had fallen, or probably rather were ripped out. Dew couldn’t spend too much time thinking about it though because their whole body was wracked with shivers, obviously in shock and suffering from the temperature change between the pits and Earth.

    “What’s your name?” Dew asked softly in Infernal.

    “Ph- Pha-“ They rasped before choking on air, probably not having had water anytime recently if the way their skin hung on their bones was anything to go by.

    Dew left the altar to grab one of the water bottles from the floor alongside some food, snatched the blanket Copia still had draped over his arm and gave it all to the Ghoul. They wolfed down the fruit, guarding it close to them as they did so, and cocked their head slightly at the bottle.

    “Drink from this,” Dew said as he cracked it open, “it’s like a waterskin.”

    They carefully alternated between giving it cursory sniffs and small tastes. Dew’s heart ached because a Ghoul usually only did that when they’d purposefully been given tainted water before.

    His soul twisted even more when he caught sight of the brand on their chest. It was the Infernal rune to mark a runt, roughly translating to “the ultimate, worthless shame bringer”. Dew had prayed that clans would stop using the scarification but clearly his prayers hadn’t been heard, and not for the first time.

    Dew soon grew a small smile as they eagerly gulped down the water. They were sat up now, but their knees were hugged tight to their chest. The cape, jacket and blanket around them made them look impossibly small, despite glassy eyes, wide with dozens of emotions.

    “So, what’s your name, little Bug?” Dew asked again.

    “Phantom.” They said quietly.

    “Hi, Phantom. I’m Dewdrop, but most people just call me Dew. Do you know any English?” Some Ghouls already knew a lot of the human language, practically being trained for life on the surface.

    They shook their head.

    “That’s okay. I didn’t know any when I was summoned.” Dew assured. His friendly demeanour for Phantom hardened as he turned to face Copia, still gawping, and switched to English, “Their name is Phantom, they don’t know any English so I will translate for them.”

    That seemed to snap Copia from his daze, “Sì, sì. Grazie, Dewdrop.” He muttered, reaching for his rosary.

    “Phantom?” Dew turned back to the new Quint, “This is Copia. He runs everything around here, and he’s going to offer if you want to stay here, and be bonded to him as his servant.”

    The last word made Phantom stiffen, and their eyes went even wider with pure fear. Dew remembers feeling like that too.

    “It’s just a word. It won’t mean the same thing here as it does down there. You’re safe now, I promise.” Dew said firmly.

    “S- safe?” Phantom said, almost kit-like wonder in their big, round eyes, “They said I’d never know ‘safe’.”

    Dew swallowed a growl, and managed to smile instead in a manner he hoped was friendly.

    “Well, they were wrong. I swear, you’ll be safe here.” Dew said.

    Phantom nodded and Dew turned back to Copia.

    The Papa walked up to Phantom and removed one of his gloves, rolling up his sleeve.

    “Phantom. I, Papa Emeritus the fourth, do hereby pledge to keep you safe and provide for you, in exchange for your work and servitude to spread His most unholy word. Do you accept?”

    Dew translated and Phantom nodded their agreement to Copia.

    “Hold your hand out like he has, then he’ll hold onto your forearm, you do the same. That rosary, that he’s holding, will wrap around where you’re holding on, and it might feel a bit weird but that’s just the magic, okay?” Dew informed and Phantom reached out a shaky hand.

    Dew saw how multiple of Phantom’s digits had been declawed on both hands, the others were blunt and uneven. Dew sported a sad smile at Phantom being such a fighter, the many battles and loses spelled out over their body for all to see.

    The magic washed over the room, and this was usually the point where the others would lave them with love and company before guiding them back. But none of them still seemed to want to move.

    “Come on.” Dew said to Phantom, “I’ll show you where you’ll be living now.”

    They hopped down and Dew wrapped an arm around them, the other reaching over to hold their hand that they took in a vice grip. As they walked out, Dew bared his fangs in a snarl to the rest of his pack for their horrific failure.

    Dew took Phantom through side corridors and hidden passages, knowing how much the Siblings love the new summons and the gossip that comes from them. Dew thinks Phantom may collapse if faced with that, so took them through the route away from all eyes but the rats that ran free in the passage ways.

    They got to the den, and Dew showed Phantom to an empty room.

    “This is where you’ll sleep now. The beds can be turned into nests quite easily, and we have running water here, hot or cold, which is nice.” Dew explained, walking them in and sitting them down on the edge of the mattress, “The door and windows can be locked so no one can get in either.” He said, demonstrating both.

    “‘s big.” Phantom muttered.

    Dew nodded, “Doesn’t stop feeling like that.”

    “Why’d you help me? ‘m a runt. No one ever helps me.” They questioned.

    Dew let out a heavy breath and reached for his vest, cravat, and blouse, undoing them to reveal the old brand on his own sternum, “Because I know how it feels.”

    Dew will never forget the day of his accidental summoning. How he was simply trying to get some water from a lake and he just-so-happened to be next to the Ghoul later known as Delta as they got summoned and his weak little soul managed to slip through. No one came to help him, Terzo had to bond him without his understanding because no one stepped up to translate for Dew. He pulled himself off the altar, and stalked after the group of Ghouls as they showed Delta back to the den and started their acclimation. Dew didn’t join them in the big nest in the common room they all slept in for those weeks. He didn’t form proper pack bonds with them and isolated himself until Omega, their leader, came into his room to apologise for the pack’s behaviour. The damage had been done though, and Dew never formed full bonds with them. He didn’t have a complete bond until Aether, Mountain, Zephyr and Ifrit came along.

    From all that Dew promised himself that if another runt was ever summoned, he would never let them suffer a fraction of what he did.

    “If you stay in here,” Dew said, fixing his shirt closed again, “I’ll get some stuff to make a nest, and I’ll get you some clothes, okay?”

    Phantom just nodded again, pulling the blanket and Dew’s pieces of uniform tighter over them.

    Dew left the room and went to his own. He quickly changed into some sweats and a t-shirt, grabbing some for Phantom too. He stacked his arms with pillows and blankets from his own nest to add to what little to Ministry provided.

    He went back in to see Phantom hadn’t moved a single muscle. The pale patches of scarred skin probably meant that they had seen some severe punishment for disobedience, and Dew had to hold back tears. Runts were often used as slaves, for a bit of fun, treated as nothing more than a shit smear because that’s all they were worth. A Quintessence runt especially would be of particular interest.

    “Do you want to get changed? I can leave while you do, if you want.” Dew said. Bodies and nakedness were never usually a problem for the open airs of the pits, but what it was likely Phantom had been through, he thought it best to offer.

    But Phantom just got up and started changing. Dew turned his back to give them some privacy, and snuck a tiny glance a couple minutes later to make sure they were done. He turned back to their nest and set up the pillows and blankets into something basic that Phantom could fine-tune to exactly how they wanted. Dew finished laying the last blanket down and Phantom stared at it.

    “You okay, Bug?” Dew said.

    “Never had a nest.” Phantom muttered.

    “I hadn’t either before coming here, but unholy fuck, they are a game changer. Especially as you get closer to other people, because sometimes we all swap blankets and pillows and plushies so our nests smell of each other.” Dew smiled.

    Phantom leant over and sniffed the nest, “Smells like you.”

    “It’s stuff from my room.” Dew said, “Come on.”

    He climbed in and tucked himself under one blanket, lifting a different one for Phantom to duck under. They did so hesitantly, but Dew could see the relief from the cosiness coming over their face and body as they sunk more and more into it.

    “Comfy?” Dew asked with a smile as they burrowed down.

    Phantom just nodded again.

    “You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?” Dew remarked.

    “Was always told I shouldn’t speak ‘cause anything I said was as worthless as me.” They murmured, eyes far off while a claw lightly petted over one of the bats printed onto the fleece blanket.

    “I promise it’s different here. You’ll be listened to, and you’ll be respected.” Dew assured, “The others, they’ve never seen someone like us be summoned before, they didn’t know what to do. They’ll come around and apologise if you let them though. Then maybe we can all set up a big nest together in the common room?”

    They nodded again, curled up into a ball on their side, their tail coiled around their abdomen with their arms in a self-soothing attempt that must be instinct at this point for them.

    “Do you want me to hold you?” Dew asked, knowing how much he craved it when he was summoned, “It won’t be like the others. I won’t even directly touch your skin, if you don’t want.”

    Phantom still didn’t meet Dew’s eyes as they thought about it. Dew wriggled down in the nest so he could actually see them.

    “Look at me.” He said softly, and for the first time, they did. Dew’s breath was nearly taken straight from his lungs at the gorgeous violet of their irises, so incredibly bright despite all the darkness they’d seen and been through, “I won’t hurt you. I’m not whoever’s hurt you so much in the past. They’re gone. They’re all gone. And they can’t get you here.”

    Phantom’s gaze softened and they nodded.

    “Okay.” Dew smiled, “How do you want me?”

    Phantom thought about it for a moment, probably never having a choice laid in their hands before.

    “Um, by there.” They pointed to the headboard.

    Dew propped a pillow against the wood to save his back, then sat up against it, “Like this?”

    Phantom nodded.

    Dew pulled his own blanket back around him, and opened his arms so Phantom could position themself however they wanted. And slowly, they crawled over and lay on their side, their head against Dew’s chest and listening to his heartbeat. Their hand rested next to Dew’s face and traced the scars of his brand through his t-shirt. Usually Dew hated anyone touching there, not even Aether or Mountain who’d he’d known longest were allowed to, but something about Phantom made Dew want to protect them with everything his shitty little body could give.

    Dew reached for the bat blanket they had adopted and draped it over them, when he rested his hands down over Phantom, he made sure that they didn’t go beneath the blanket and stayed far away from anywhere that might trigger some unpleasant memories.

    “‘s quiet here.” Phantom whispered after a while.

    “Yeah, the walls are quite thick so you have your own little safe space in here. You can decorate it however you want as well. It’s yours and no one call tell you ‘no’ in here.” Dew said.

     They stayed in silence for a little while longer, and Dew eventually starting whispering and babbling reassurances as they snuggled together for the next few hours.

    “You are safe here, I promise, Phantom. No one’s going to hurt you anymore.” Dew said.

    They took a deep breath and, in English, said a single word,

    “Safe.”

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Hey my spooky lil lovebugs ✨

I have a gift for yall - pls enjoy it thoroughly 🫶🫶🫶

anywayyyyy without further adieu… have some silly lil ghouls being ridiculously in love:

Whilst i’m here i wanna say a huge thank you to my darling friends @swissndewdrop, @sexy-sea-basss for being so supportive of this work and allllll of my works, and of course to the sweetest @rainyhoursinhell, even if u aren’t here on the hellsite, i so so appreciate your kindness always 🤍🫶

p much the exact same but the backgrounds ever so slightly different i just couldn’t decide mmkay

soooo turns out i need to update my Phantom/Aeon design bc i might have fallen in love with this colour scheme & lightning combo for his skin a lil bit… also dew has tatts try and change my mind (spoiler; you cannot)

enjoy my lovelies 🤍✨🦇

[divine-misfortune]

Show me your methods I’ll show you my humility

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dewdrop/Phantom, background Swiss/Phantom

Tags: implied poly ghouls, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Spanking, Public Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Degradation, Name-Calling, Mildly Dubious Consent(its just phantom denying liking things to save face), Leg Humping, Voyeurism, Rough Sex, Exhibitionism, Mean Dew, Bratty Phantom, no proper aftercare

Words: 3,555

Summary: “I'll ask again, where the fuck were you?”

“Graveyard, helping baby bat really relax.” Swiss’ tail grazed his ankle and Phantom hummed in agreement. Always agreeable when it came to him. “Borrowed a little stress relief from Mounty, little of this, little of that, and would you look at the kid now - look at that smile.”

“You took him to smoke weed in the graveyard and left me to get chewed out…Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Romantic,” Rain cooed from his place on the couch, the only one not perturbed by Dew and his anger. Phantom had never seen him flinch from the fire ghoul, even when his emotions ran scalding. “None of you take me to get high in the cemetery anymore.”

A request from @herbal-quintessence from a few months ago that I got incredibly carried away with. Special little thanks to @wrathofrats for being my extra set of eyes <3

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[dewsgremlin]

Phantom: "If you can't see vampires in the mirror and the vampire is wearing lipstick and eye shadow, would you see that in the mirror?"

Dewdrop, looking up confused: "What?"

Phantom: "Are vampires and mosquitos related? Like cousins?"

Dewdrop: "Shut the fuck up with this dumb shit or I'll send your ass back to the pit before dinner."

Phantom, ignoring him: "Ohhh, I also have a question about dinner: if a vampire and a mosquito happen to meet at night drinking blood from the same person, do they greet each other? Something like 'hey, really good juice here, enjoy it buddy'?"

Dewdrop, standing up and walking over to Phantom: "Alright, back into the pit..."

[mak-be-ghouled]

Phantom and Dew messing around if you’re up for it.

Feel better 💕

thank you 🫶

i’m really sorry if you intended for this to be spicy bc it’s just…not, my brain is very fuzzy currently.

just a short little sicfic of phantom/dew that sorta has them messing around (?)

‘m gonna get you sick” Dew slurs, gazing at Phantom through half lidded eyes, pushing himself up and off of Phantom

Phantom chuffs, cupping Dew’s chin in their hand, dragging him down to place another peck on his over warm lips “guess you’ll just have to take care of me then, pay me back, hmm?” they smirk from their spot in bed

and Dew really should pull away, Phantom’s not like him, far more susceptible to getting sick, has seen it time and time again

“c’mon lay back down already, you need rest ‘nd i’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer” Phantom says, a bit more stern than they intend, they swear they see Dew’s cheeks turn impossibly more pink, but maybe that’s just the fever?

and really, who is Dew to deny Phantom’s request? especially in his current state.

Dew lets himself plop down on top of Phantom, knocking the wind out of both of them and sending them into a fit of laughter that quickly devolves into lazy kissing.

Dew is absolutely going to get Phantom sick, there’s no way this ends any other way, but Phantom also wouldn’t have it any other way. this way, they get to take care of Dew, and they know Dew will turn around and take care of them too, they just pray Dew’s feeling better by then.