#transmasc dewdrop

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

*banging pots and pans together* WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT FIRE GHOUL PUSSY?????

I made this post yesterday about fire ghoul pussy. People liked it, soooo I wrote something. This is unedited, uncut, and messy sooooo enjoy the filth!

Dew’s genitals are described using: tdick, clit, labia, cunt, cock

Swiss isn’t sure what to expect when Dew shyly invites him back to his room after his transition is complete. It’s understandable that Dew would be unfamiliar with his new anatomy after his elemental transition, but the new fire ghoul warns Swiss that he looks a lot different down there. Swiss doesn’t really care, he’s just happy to be able to give Dew a good dicking down.

Dew’s pants come off and he opens his legs. Swiss lays down on his belly to give his usual sloppy head and is greeted with… woah.

Dew’s tentacle is gone, replaced with a pretty tdick that makes Swiss’s mouth water. There are scales and ridges lining his outer labia that are smaller and softer than the ones lining his arms, legs, and tail. Swiss brushes his thumb over them, they’re slick from Dew’s arousal and feel somewhat like snake scales.

Swiss gently parts Dew’s folds and lets out a quiet chuckle. There are ridges, supple and the same dusky red as the head of his clit, along his inner labia, and they look like they continue inward.

“I know it looks weird-“ Dew starts, tail flicking nervously. Swiss digs his claws into Dew’s thigh with a small growl.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Swiss rumbles before diving mouth-first into the heaven between Dew’s thighs. He tastes different, more musky and smoky now but with a hint of that previous salty sea air. Swiss’s long tongue tongue unfurls and slides into Dew’s cunt, making Dew gasp and whine happily. His hands weave through Swiss’s locs and pull his face closer.

Swiss hums and flicks his tongue along Dew’s hot and drooling walls. There are ridges inside him now, Swiss realizes, and his dick twitches where it’s pressed between the bed and his stomach. He grinds against the bed slowly, not wanting to blow his load before he gets to fuck Dew.

“Oh- Belial- Swiss-“ Dew gasps. “Ohhhh, right there, yes, baby, fuck, suck my cock just like that, mmmmmh-“

It only takes a few more minutes before Dew tenses up and gushes onto Swiss’s face. Swiss swallows as much as he can before sitting upright with a satisfied grin. Dew’s panting, pretty lips parted and chest heaving, and he drags Swiss down for a kiss.

“Fuck me,” he begs Swiss, and the multighoul is happy to oblige. With the first slide of his cock into that delicious heat, Swiss lets out an embarrassing whimper. Unholy shit, Dew’s so warm inside and he’s got ridges. Dew clenches around him and Swiss sees stars. He ruts into the little fire ghoul like a desperate animal, curses, growls, Ghoulish words, and Dew’s name falling from his lips. Dew digs his claws into Swiss’s back and wraps his legs around his waist.

Swiss cums embarrassingly quickly. He can’t be blamed, he supposes. Dew is hot and silky and dripping and moaning so prettily he just can’t help it. He pulls out and shoots his load onto the little pudge of Dew’s tummy. Dew gives his tdick a few strokes and follows suit with a needy groan of Swiss’s name.

Swiss miiiight be addicted now >_<

[forlorn-crows]

noah: You're always invited to come in whenever you want!! 😌 I'll make tea, and then we can talk about how sweetly Aether is gonna ruin Dew 🥴 crow: oh if you get me started you wont hear the end of it noah: I'm sat, talk all you want 👀☕️ crow: oh when i get home from work its over for you, prepare for Horny

@noahl-art, you asked for it. based on his dewther artwork here and the fact i can never shut up about aether tdick hnghdf

fuck, aethe, it's . . . it's so fat. sure, dew's seen him hard. but not like this. not throbbing under his own dick, sticky with his own dripping slick. he can't help the way his eyes go wide, watching it pulse.

aether's big hand slides up his chest. nuzzles his nose into dew's hairline and shushes him. know you can take it all. he smiles gently. look how bad you want it.

and oh, how dew wants it. he can't help but make a little noise in the back of his throat and grind against it. aether reciprocates, turning his body so they're facing each other, bending his knees so dew's cock still sits atop his own.

should get you to ride it. you want that, baby boy?

uh huh. and dew throbs so hard his thighs jump.

aether slides his hand down between them and thumbs at dew's growth, peeking full and pink out from its hood. the pad of his finger brushes over and dew jumps again. gonna play with this too, while you bounce. aether's already spinning them, tugging dew onto the bed to straddle his lap. get you so slick.

f-fuck, dew grunts, falling onto his hands on each side of aether's shoulders. fuck, want you to put it in.

mn. you ready for me already? aether kneads at his thighs, spreading them until their hips meet. and then he spreads dew's folds, thumbs caressing each one until they part with a soft, moist sound. oh, baby boy, look at you. so fucking handsome. he pets at them until dew shifts enough to make them cover his fat length, kissing the ruffled labia that pull taught from the tip.

fucking hells, dew mutters. his legs are shaking, just a little. enough to show his desperation, how easily he falls into aether's skilled hands.

aether's cock throbs and both of them groan.

go on, love, he purrs, pushing on dew's hips. lemme fill you up.

oh. shhhiit---

that's it, just there. aether's head thumps back onto the pillows. fuck, you're perfect. sit on my cock so pretty.

dew keens, grinds a little. his slick makes the slide too easy, overly pleasurable. aether throbs inside and he nearly starts begging right there.

he reaches back for dew's cock. thumb pulling back the hood to arch the tip even further. his other fingers dip between his folds and gather his own slick, spreading it over the head.

dew's stomach jumps. aether hums and smiles, moving his fingers in slow, luxurious circles. pleasure shoots through his core.

gonna get you to cum on it, aether rasps. he snaps his hips, shallow but quick. 'til that little dick is red and dripping. huh, baby boy?

[miasmaghoul]

miasma how much for swissdew pussy eating….im prepared to give up my first born if need be

i accept payment in good vibes and offerings of either fruity candy or noodles

if anyone was curious

(ft transmasc dew, use of cunt/clit and dick for his anatomy)

Dew's a vision at the lakeside.

Pale skin glowing in the summer sun, golden hair soaked through and pulled back in a tight knot. He'd just finished his latest set of laps, skin still sparkling with shimmering droplets of lake water as he flopped onto his towel.

Swiss really can't help but stare from his place by the dock. Impossible not to, really. He just looks so sweet in those little white shorts, ones he must have stolen from Rain - they're triple knotted but still hang low on his hips. He smiles to himself when Dew wrings water from the drenched fabric, revealing the soft, milky skin of his inner thighs. Skin that's begging for a few bruises.

Dew stretches, lays himself out in the sun, and Swiss decides he looks far too alone.

He keeps his pace casual as he saunters towards the little ghoul. Keeps his hands shoved into the pockets of his shorts and lets his shirt flutter in the summer breeze. It's a short sleeved button down in pale pink, only two buttons done up, and Swiss can feel Dew's eyes on his chest the closer he gets.

Not that Swiss is doing much better - his own golden gaze rests on Dew's pert, stiff nipples. The silver barbells through them sparkle in the sunlight, and the only thing prettier is the pink flush of exertion painting Dew's cheeks and chest.

"How's the water?" Swiss drags thick fingers through his curls, smirking down at the lithe body laid out before him.

"Not bad," Dew replies, stretching his arms over his head and arching his back in a way that can only be intentional. He sighs when he relaxes, offering Swiss a lazy grin. "Little chilly."

"Looks like it," Swiss comments, nodding at his chest. "Got 'em all stiff."

Dew glances down and offers a soft chuckle. Swiss tries not to let his eyes bug out of his head when the little ghoul starts plucking at those tight, pink buds.

"Guess so," he says, amused. Dew smiles when he looks up again. "What's your excuse?"

Dew nods at his crotch, and Swiss laughs. Gets a handful of the obvious bulge in his khaki shorts and gives it a nice fondle.

"This one's all on you, firecracker," he lilts, not missing the flash in Dew's lovely copper eyes.

Swiss bodily flops on the ground next to his towel, laid out on his side and resting on one bent elbow. His other hand drags over Dew's thigh, catches in the creases of his wet shorts.

"Can't help it when you look so pretty."

Swiss walks two fingers over a bony hip while Dew preens, up the smooth plane of his stomach. The little ghoul watches them move, watches Swiss's fingertips sink into the tiny bit of softness just above his waistband.

Swiss can't take his eyes off of Dew's face, though. Off of sun-darkened freckles painted over the bridge of that strong nose, off of the few wisps of almost dry hair hanging in his face.

He catches the little ghoul in a slow, decadent kiss. The kind you can only have outside, surrounded by sweet grass and heady summertime scents. It's languid and luxurious, Dew's fingers finding their way into Swiss's hair around the same time Swiss licks into his mouth. The little ghoul tastes of the lake, clean and fresh and tinted with the spice and tobacco that Dew always carries, and Swiss groans into his mouth.

Dew looks up at him with dark, lidded eyes, and Swiss's cock fattens up just that much more.

"So pretty."

They pull back at the same time to breathe, and Swiss laughs to himself when he realizes that he's straddling that little body now, large hands cupping Dew's warm cheeks. He looks dazed, lips rosy and slick. Swiss has to catch one between his teeth, giving that soft flesh a playful tug.

"You still chilly, Sparky?"

It's an easily answered question - Dew feels like a furnace beneath him, skin steaming away the remnants of the lake. The skinny arms looped around his neck feel like branding irons, even through his shirt. Dew is most definitely not chilly.

"Freezing," the little ghoul chirps, leaning up to lick at Swiss's tongue. He sighs when Dew sucks the tip of it into his mouth, sparkling eyes crinkling at the corners. A small foot strokes along Swiss's calf. "Gonna warm me up?"

"'Course," Swiss winks, dipping down to lick at the hollow of Dew's throat. "I was just thinkin' it was time for lunch."

Dew hums, letting his arms fall to the towel instead. Swiss rewards him with a wet, sloppy kiss to the side of his throat. Dew cringes even as he laughs, the sound melting into a pleased sigh when Swiss sucks the first of what will be many dark marks into delicate skin.

This is one of his favorite ways to have Dew - there's always something to be said for their more frantic encounters, for the ones that leave them bloodied and exhausted. For the times he makes Dew cry, and for the times Dew fucks him into to brainlessness with a strap that could rival Mountain.

But times like this? Ones where he can take his time, can worship Dew the way he likes best? Swiss can never get enough.

He takes it so very slow. Kisses every inch of Dew's throat, over both collarbones, down his sternum. Colors his skin in splotchy purple and deep red, nips at his few soft spots and glides warm, steady hands along his sides.

Dew's nipples get special attention, of course. Swiss can't help the obsession he has with those little pink nubs, not when Dew is just so, so sensitive there. He squirms so beautifully when Swiss catches them between his teeth, makes the sweetest sounds when Swiss latches on to what little he has there.

He watches Dew's face through it all - the way his brows furrow, the way he sucks his lower lip between crooked teeth, the way he breathes so harshly through his nose when Swiss snakes a hand between their bodies. A large hand cups Dew's cunt through his now-dry shorts, and the little ghoul rocks shamelessly against his palm.

"Don't feel chilly here," Swiss teases, licking a broad stripe along one of the crescent-shaped scars on Dew's chest. He can feel the stiffening bump of Dew's clit throb against his hand, and Swiss groans as he gives it the smallest rub.

"You should probably make sure," Dew breathes, hands coming up to rest on Swiss's broad shoulders. He gives them an impatient little shove and Swiss snorts.

"You're the boss," he chuckles, pressing a kiss to Dew's belly as he slides south. He nuzzles the barely-there trail of hair just below his navel, dips his tongue into that divot, and hooks thick fingers into Dew's shorts. "Think you're all slippery for me yet?"

Dew shrugs, tucking one arm behind his head and threading long fingers into Swiss's hair. Scratches at his scalp in a way that has a rusty purr kicking up in his chest. Dew rocks his hips up into his face and Swiss nips at him through the fabric. Dew smiles.

"Dunno," he says, noncommittal despite how fucked out he looks already - pink cheeks, swollen lips and nipples, a perfect collar of sucked-in marks lining his throat. "Guess you should check on that too."

Swiss tips his head, makes a sound of consideration while he unwinds Dew's fingers from his hair. Dew watches him place soft kisses to each knuckle, watches him drag his teeth along the inside of his wrist.

Dew whines, his eyes slip shut, but he obeys. Swiss watches his fingers move through the fabric, hears them slip through slick folds. The sound goes straight to his balls, wrings a pained moan from his throat, and Swiss grinds against Dew's towel.

"I have a better idea."

Swiss lifts Dew's waistband and shoves his own bony hand into his shorts. The little ghoul gasps, and Swiss smirks.

"Go on and show me how excited you are, sweetheart."

"Yeah, just like that," he rasps, licking his lips. Swiss grips his skinny waist, presses his nose to the crotch of those shorts to breathe in deep."Fuck, you're gonna taste so good." He pats at Dew's arm. "Lemme see, c'mon, show me."

Dew makes a sweet little sound, pulls his hand back, and Swiss drools at the way his fingers glisten.

"Beautiful."

He grips Dew's wrist and wastes no time taking those wet digits into his mouth. The taste of him floods Swiss's tongue, sweet and salty and so fucking addictive. He can never get enough, and that suits the both of them perfectly. He licks at Dew's palm, breathing heavy and ragged. Dew watches him with blown-out eyes, little chest rising and falling bunny quick.

"Think you need more," Dew mutters, voice thready with need. "Didn't you say you were hungry?"

Oh, Swiss is going to implode one of these days.

"Baby, I'm starving."

Swiss scrambles to get Dew's shorts down, leaving them looped around a scrawny ankle while he pushes those slender thighs apart and gets the little ghoul properly exposed. Swiss chokes at the sight of him, plump and slick and throbbing. He presses his nose to the crease of Dew's thigh and inhales like a man starved.

"Lucifer, you smell like heaven," he murmurs, and Dew sighs.

"You gonna talk about it all day, or are you gonna eat?"

Swiss laughs.

"Until I can't anymore, princess."

The first pass of his tongue, flat and broad, has Dew sagging back against his towel. Swiss huffs against him as he repeats, licking long and slow. Dragging it over every inch of hot, sensitive flesh in the ways he knows Dew likes best. Spreads him with two fingers to he can take each of Dew's dusky lips between his own and suckle them until Dew's legs start to shake. Licks from his hole to the base of his clit and back again, swimming in every sweet, eager sound the little ghoul feeds him.

"Fuck, your mouth," he groans, gripping Swiss's hair and rolling his hips. "C'mon, lick it, lick it."

Swiss dips his tongue inside for the briefest second, and Dew kicks like a dog.

"Yeah? That what you need?"

Swiss asks it between soft, wet kisses around his clit. So much attention paid to every place except where he knows Dew wants it most. The little ghoul grumbles, halfheartedly trying to hold Swiss in place with the hand in his hair. Swiss bumps the very tip of that swollen length with his nose, and Dew hisses.

"Need me to suck this cute little dick?" Swiss gives that stiff length a sweet, tiny kiss, just enough to make Dew's thighs clench. "Need me to make it cum?"

"Uh huh," Dew nods, hooking a leg over Swiss's lower back. He's flushed straight down his throat now, chest blotchy red. Gorgeous. "Suck it outta me. Lemme get your chin wet."

Swiss throbs from head to toe, he swears it. With a mighty groan he readjusts, tosses skinny legs over his shoulders, and digs his fingers into bony hips. He'll leave bruises in the pattern of his fingertips, and neither of them will mind. Especially not when Dew stretches tomorrow, when his shirt raises and exposes those marks to anyone that cares to look. The thought has Swiss shivering already, a thrill shooting through him and a copious blurt of pre soaking into his already stained shorts.

"Oh, sweet boy," he says, hitching Dew's hips up, "I want you to fuckin' drown me."

Swiss wraps his lips around Dew's fat little clit, swirls his tongue, and everything that isn't Dewdrop fades away.

Swiss hopes it never comes back.

[ashthewaterghoul]

*sighs dreamily* Trans Ghouls... Oh, how I love you... *kicks feet*

[everybodyshusband]

having thoughts about ace/arospec ghouls. but more specifically grey-ace dewdrop

sometimes he's all too happy to mess around with his partners, he'll initiate it, even. whisper one of the most toe-curling fantasies anyone's ever heard in one of his partner's ears and then gleefully enact it with them.

but sometimes sex is just... too much. even the idea of it can nauseate him, so when that feeling suddenly crashes down around him in the middle of the act?

approx, 875 words

"Rain- Rain, stop."

Rain pauses the movement of his hand inside him, and Dew could almost cry in relief. He thinks he's about to. "Dew? What's wrong?

"Red. I'm red. Just stop, please. I can't-"

Rain immediately pulls his fingers out of Dew and crawls up the pillows, next to where the little ghoul is now curled around himself. "What's going on, sundew?"

Dew just shakes his head. He feels disgusting. Violated. And he's still wet. His stupid body is still reacting to the memory of Rain's touch, secreting slick without his consent. He feels dirty. Repulsive. Made only worse by the fact that he had been enjoying it. He had liked it. That's the worst part.

He'd been close, and his body is still reacting according to that, without taking his mind's wishes into account. His cunt clenches down on nothing. He's going to cry. The tears are gathering behind his eyes and they're going to start falling and Rain will see.

Rain.

"Can I touch you, Dew?"

"Please don't." His voice shakes.

There's a pause. Rain is clearly weighing his options. "Do you... want me to get something to clean you up?"

Dew nods, it's a tiny movement.

Rain stands up, pulling a light blanket over Dew as he leaves, which Dew will be forever grateful for. The idea of being perceived right now, especially considering he's naked, is far too much for him to handle.

Rain returns not long later with a warm, damp cloth to find Dew shivering under the blanket; although Rain's fairly certain he's not shaking from the cold. "Do you want me to do it?" Rain's voice is impossible gentle.

Dew nods, albeit hesitantly. "Be careful?"

"Of course, sundew. You tell me if it's too much, okay? You can poke my arm twice if you don't want to talk."

Rain starts with his face, wiping his tears away. The warm cloth feels nice against his face. It calms him down a little, and the fact Rain is starting with his face and working his way down means Dew will have time to prepare himself for the worst part.

"Do you still want me to do it?"

Dew nods tightly.

"You're doing so well, love."

Dew digs his claws into the blanket and tells him to get it over with.

As expected, it's awful. Every swipe of the cloth against his sticky thighs brings back the viscerally unpleasant memory of Rain's touches. It's nothing against Rain, it never is. The water ghoul just happened to be the one with him when his mindset switched.

Rain murmurs soft encouragement as he works; he's probably figured out what's happening by now, and he's treating Dew as if he's breakable. Like this, he often is.

As unpleasant as the cleaning of his thighs is, he knows the worst is yet to come. Rain checks in with him one more time, waiting for Dew's stiff nod of approval before passing the cloth over his hole.

Dew whimpers, the tears beginning to fall all over again as Rain wipes the tacky fluid away as lightly as possible.

Rain pauses. "Dew? Dew, look at me, please." He waits until Dew does as he's asked. The water ghoul's figure is blurred through the curtain of his tears. "Do you need me to stop?"

Dew shakes his head. "No. No, it'll... it'll be worse later if I'm still messy. K- keep going. Please."

Rain nods and continues his work, hushing Dew reassuringly each time he shudders from a memory that makes him want to tear at his skin and disappear into the ground.

"Alright, this is going to be the worst bit, darling. But then it'll all be over. Are you ready?"

"Mhmm."

"Okay."

Dew's entire body jolts when Rain swipes over his clit, his body still reacting to Rain's touch without his permission. He sobs openly.

"Hurry up. Please."

"One more, love. One more, and them I'm done, I promise." True to his word, after the next swipe, Rain moves up until he's level with Dew's face again. "See? All done."

Now he's free from Rain's touch, Dew curls his legs up under the blanket again, wrapping it around himself so tightly that he doesn't know where he ends and the blanket begins. It's nice.

"Okay, I'm going to run a bath for you and grab some fresh clothes for afterwards, how does that sound, sundew?"

Dew nods.

Rain smiles down at him and begins to turn away (no doubt to start running a warm bath, hopefully with Dew's favourite bubble bath mixture too) but before the water ghoul can get too far away, Dew wiggles his arm out of the blanket and taps Rain's arm.

"Yes, darling?"

"Drink?" Dew's sign is shaky at best, but luckily Rain seems to understand.

"Yeah, I can get you a drink. Is water fine?"

"Yes."

"I'll do that before I get the bath started, okay?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, darling. You just stay there, alright?"

Dew nods and buts his head against Rain's arm affectionately, pleasantly surprised that the physical touch doesn’t make his stomach turn like he thought it might.

Rain smiles down at him again with nothing short of adoration for Dewdrop in his eyes. "I'll take care of you for the rest of the day."

[thehypnone]

Is This the Time I Should Be On My Knees For You?

WC: 970

Relationship: Rain/Dewdrop

Tags: Transmasc Dewdrop, blow jobs

Rain finds Dew's old Meliora uniform and decides to try it on. Dew dies (of horniness).

Notes: A vision casted upon me by @crimsonclergy and @kroas-adtam.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Rain didn’t exactly plan that. He was just looking through Dew’s wardrobe, for one of the hoodies he likes to steal, and came across a dusty garment bag, hanging in the very back. He thought maybe Dew owned a suit, and if that’d be the case, Rain would demand seeing him in it.

It turned out to be kind of a short cassock, and Rain quickly recognised it as a previous era stage outfit. He did sometimes forget his mate used to play bass in Terzo’s band setup when he was still a water ghoul.

Rain really didn’t mean to try it on, but he was just so curious about how his shoulders would look in it, his legs. So, he did try it on.

He was a bit scared of ripping it, it was so tight. Another reminder about how small Dewdrop was. Not that Rain was huge, he was as lanky, but he was taller, had wider shoulders and was just a bit bigger, in general. He could barely breathe in the uniform, let alone button it up all the way.

He looked himself over, posing before the full body mirror and he came to a conclusion that he looked really hot in it, even if it didn’t fit.

The buttons that he did manage to do up were holding on for dear life, his chest and shoulders filling the uniform, leaving everything tight and snug. Rain could as well be shirtless, his build so perfectly highlighted, whole body defined, the sash making his borderline slutty waist even more pronounced, sluttier. 

But the best thing? Rain’s legs.

He didn’t even dare trying on the pants, he could fit his arms into them at best, so he left his legs exposed. The skirt was so short on him it barely reached the half of his thighs and it made his long legs so good. Rain was very well aware of his looks and even more of the effect said looks had on other ghouls. Especially Dewdrop.

That’s why he left the outfit on when he moved to sit on Dew’s bed and sent him a text to meet him there as soon as he could. Rain sat leaning back on his hands, legs outstretched with his ankles crossed, head tilted slightly downwards, and waited.

It didn’t take long for his mate to burst through the door, at all. Dew stopped dead in his tracks realising just for what he was called there and he nearly passed out with how quick his heart started beating. Ifrit and Aether always drove him crazy with how their chests looked in these outfits, but they were theirs, made to fit them. But Rain in his?

Dewdrop can see everything, the slight swell of his chest, the muscles in his shoulders, his abs, his thighs. He could cum from staring at Rain alone, and he just might.

“H- hi,” Dew swallowed, not being able to even lift his eyes to look at his mate’s face, stuck on the stretch of the fabric over his chest. “Where- where’d you find it?”

“Oh, I was looking for something in your wardrobe,” Rain chuckled, very pleased with the fire ghoul’s reaction. “Got curious. You like how I look in it?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, coming closer and casted his eyes downwards to stare at Rain’s long, muscled legs. “It’s so tight.”

“It is. I sometimes forget how small you are,” the water ghoul sighed, looking at his flustered mate through his lashes.

Dew was long gone already, breathing heavily, deep flush on his cheeks, pupils blown wide. He was also fucking wet, already, soaking though his underwear quickly, and damn his light sweatpants.

“Oh, I can see how much you like it,” Rain giggled, pointing at Dew’s crotch where a wet patch was becoming more and more visible. “Come here, baby, show me.”

Dewdrop all but fell to his knees, crawling in between Rain’s when he spread them, grabbing at his thighs, kneading them. He moaned, high and wrecked, when he realised Rain wasn’t wearing underwear. Of course he wasn’t.

The fire ghoul shoved his head under the skirt, taking Rain’s cock down his throat in one smooth motion, both groaning.

“Yeah, like that,” Rain choked out, having to hold himself back already just from the feeling of Dew’s wet, hot mouth on him and the sight of his mate under the cassock. Dew’s hands were glued to the bassist’s legs, moving up and down, squishing his thighs and calves. He didn’t pull off of Rain's cock for even a moment, and the water ghoul was truly surprised that he didn’t suffocate, but it was Dew. Because it was Dew, it also took him a fairly short amount of time to bring his mate impossibly close to the edge, with his constant bobbing and sucking, “D- Dew, close.”

The fire ghoul only hummed in response, shooting a spike of white hot pleasure through Rain and he was cumming down his mate’s throat before he could even process what was happening. Dew sucked him dry, and pulled off only when Rain started twitching from overstimulation. He lifted his head with a blissed out, cock drunk grin, licking around his lips to catch the drops of the water ghoul’s cum that escaped.

“Good boy,” Rain breathed, flopping down onto his back. “Come here, I’ll eat you out.”

“No- no need,” Dew whispered, staying on the floor. Rain lifted himself up once more, staring down at the flushed ghoul.

“Did you…?”

“Yeah,” he grinned, seemingly very proud of himself, of coming untouched just from sucking Rain’s cock and seeing him in that fucking uniform. 

“Snuggles, then,” his mate giggled, beckoning him up to join him on the bed. “And maybe round two, later, but we switch positions. Want to see you in it.”

[sovaghoul]

Wrote a new 2nd chapter for The Unholy Bastard. This part has no smut, but it does happen within this work and the larger series. Other CW/TW in the tags on AO3. Please heed them and keep yourself safe and healthy. Eventually this entire series, individually by chapter, will be posted here as well for your reblogging pleasure.

*NEW* Ch. 2: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46423903/chapters/125972839

⚠️🔞Unholy Bastard work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46423903

⚠️🔞Transmasc Dew series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3445888

[aelianated-star]

And they were ghoulmates! 🎉

Whatever these two have going on

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[noahl-art]

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[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Anesthesia Ramblings

Dew gets top surgery and says some things while loopy on anesthesia.

(Not part of mushy may, though I’m considering writing something for it.)

Words: 877

Rating: T

Warning: mild description of surgery and medical procedures

Dew’s surgery had gone well, the doctor had told him as she‘d led Aether to Dew’s recovery room. She’d waited until the door was closed before letting him know that they’d had a few problems regarding the more supernatural elements of Dew’s body, but they were able to work around them.

Surgery on ghouls was extremely uncommon. Quintessence was the main tool in helping ghouls heal from sickness or injuries, so they rarely needed a physical procedure. Not to mention, ghouls couldn’t hold a glamour while unconscious. Their bodies healed themselves very quickly as well, which wasn’t ideal in surgery.

Through a stroke of luck, one of the few top surgeons in Sweden was a Clergy member. She’d previously lived at the Ministry headquarters, so she had full knowledge of the existence of ghouls. She had pulled together a surgical team who were willing to operate on a ghoul.

As a precaution, they had to have a Quintessence ghoul in the operating room to make sure Dew’s body didn’t try to fight the surgery. Omega had volunteered- he was the oldest Quint, had the most medical experience, and wasn’t about to let Aether go through the experience of watching his husband get cut open.

But now Dew was safe and sound, newly boobless and knocked out in the hospital bed. Aether was happy to have Dew back, but he was a little frustrated at how long it was taking for him to wake up. The doctor had assured him Dew would be fine despite the higher dose of anesthesia needed to knock him out, but Aether was still anxious.

He reached over and took Dew’s hand, lacing his fingers with the other man’s. He instinctively gave it three gentle squeezes- I love you.

Dew’s fingers twitched and Aether released his hand, worried he’d caused Dew pain. Then Dew’s hand moved again and he let out a soft grunt.

“Dew?” Aether asked, touching his husband’s arm. “Can you hear me?”

Dew grunted again in response. He moved his head to the side and cracked his eyes open. Aether smiled brightly.

“Hi, love. How do you feel?” Aether took Dew’s hand again.

“I…” Dew mumbled. “You’re… nice. But I… married. Sorry.”

“Yeah, married to me.” Aether snorted. He sneakily pulled his phone out of his pocket and started taking a video- the rest of the pack would definitely want to see this. It wasn’t every day that Dew was off his ass on anesthesia.

“Nooo…” Dew rolled his head back and forth, his eyes still barely open. “He’s… big. Strong. Makes good…” he trailed off, seemingly searching for a word. “Yellow fruit. Bread out of that.”

“Banana bread?” Aether chuckled.

“That’s the bitch.” Dew mumbled. Aether snorted.

“Alright, tell me more about your husband. He sounds pretty cool.” Aether teased.

“‘S… strong. Biiiiig arms. Size of… damn big arms.” Dew tried to gesture but couldn’t manage to lift his hands more than a few inches off the bed. “Sexy. Ooooh… he plays guitar, too. He’s sooo cool.” Dew grinned sleepily.

“Mhm. You really love this guy, don’t you?” Aether chuckled. Dew nodded emphatically.

“Mmm… love ‘im lots. He’s reeeeally hot.” Dew giggled. “Good ass. Better dick.” He yawned and nuzzled into his pillow. “Fuckin’… balls, too. Real set of hangers on ‘im.”

“Yeah?” Aether could barely contain his laughter. “Anything else about him?”

“Mmmm… no. You can’t have him.” Dew replied stubbornly. “‘M sleep now. Night.”

“Alright, goodnight.” Aether chuckled and patted Dew’s hand. He ended the video, looked over at Dew (who was now drooling on the pillow), and burst into giggles.

He’d never let Dew live this one down.

—

“I said what?” Dew asked incredulously. He’d woken up from his nap fully lucid and immediately demanded food, which Aether had delivered from the hospital cafeteria. He’d devoured his tasteless burger with surprising speed, considering he couldn’t move his arms very much.

“Let’s see… you said I made good banana bread, had nice arms, and had, and I quote, ‘a real set of hangers.’” Aether grinned, another round of giggles threatening to make its way out of him.

“The fuck does that mean?” Dew snorted, taking a cautious bite of a lukewarm fry and making a face. “Ugh, these have like, no salt on them.”

“You wanna see the video?” Aether handed over his phone. Dew watched the video, his expression slowly morphing into one of surprise and horror.

“Oh no.” Dew muttered. He handed Aether’s phone back to him, glaring as the other man laughed at his horrified face. “This can never see the light of day, understand?”

“Uh… about that…” Aether composed himself, though he was still grinning.

“You didn’t.” Dew gasped and tried to grab the phone back with his T-Rex arms. “Give it!”

“For the record,” Aether laughed, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “The general consensus was that ‘hangers’ was an excellent way to describe my balls.”

“I want a divorce.” Dew huffed, pointedly turning back to his food.

[forlorn-crows]

Crowy dearie my mind is a MESS with this idea. But aether is definitely uncut and has a thing for docking. He’ll take turns with mountain or he’ll completely cover dew or or or HHHHHHHHHHH

jhnfnf. oh you know he does. especially when its over dew's little tdick. fits perfectly under there, doesn't it?

docking, transmasc dew, a little bit of knotting, and a little bit of daddy aether under the cut >:)

(based on this post from all the way back in november)

It’s maddening. Over and back, over and back. Foreskin kissing the pulled-back hood on every stroke, and every stroke as slow and sensitive as the last. He could cum like this. Cover Dew’s little dick in creamy white and hold it there within his skin until they both shake from it. 

“A-Aethe,” Dew begs, “you’re driving me crazy.” The swollen head of his cock kicks against Aether’s slit, and the bigger ghoul nearly doubles over. “A little—fuck—faster, just a little, ‘m right there.”

Their fingers touch as Aether really stretches it past the mushroom tip, covering him fully. Dew sighs the quietest uh he thinks he’s ever heard, and it takes everything in him not to slide right between those wet folds and sheathe himself inside. 

“Gods, it’s so soft,” he groans. Over and back. Holding again. “Fuck, could just—” He pinches the skin between thumb and forefinger, rolling it around the little shaft. “Oh—”

“—shitshitshit.” Dew clutches the quint’s forearm and arches into it. Head tossing back and forth, eyes fluttering, struggling to stay open. “Yes, keep-uh huh—”

“Just like that?” Aether breathes. He’s so stiff, veins along his length just plump with blood; but Dew has to cum first, has to.

“Please,” he wheezes. “Fuck,” he grits through his teeth, “gonna cum, you’re gonna make me . . . oh—” His feet start to kick, toes curling into the back of Aether’s shins, and his face and gaze start to go dumb, lax. Little chest blooming with the rosiest heat. But his hands are gripping tight as ever, tendons popping, nails digging into Aether’s arm, and that’s when he knows to push him over the edge.

“There you go, cum inside it,” he groans. “Wanna feel it throb, wanna see how wet this makes you.” He doubles down on the pressure, using his foreskin like a makeshift cocksleeve, but so much more slippery and squishy-soft. Caressing in all the delicate places. The slight jerking of his fingers is what does it, wrenching from the fire ghoul a wounded, lowing sound. Aether fighting to keep his little dick sheathed inside as he bucks and twitches, watching with rapt attention as his entrance clenches around nothing. Slick nearly opaque as it slides towards his hole. 

“Hah. A-Aethe. Fuck,” Dew huffs. His hips eventually settle, but his dick still pulses against his slit; Aether can feel it jump between his fingers, nudging right against the opening, and for a split second he wishes he could shove it right in. The urge has him fumbling for the base of his cock, gripping hard so he doesn’t just bust right then.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head back. 

Dew whimpers and tugs on his forearm, urging him back down. “Not yet, inside, you gotta—”

Aether’s growling and flipping the fire ghoul over before he can even babble for more, pressing his belly to the mattress and knocking his knees apart. Dynamic switching in an instant and he doesn’t care in the slightest. 

“Gonna squeeze my dick like I squeezed yours?” Dew only responds with a muffled fuck! into the mattress, letting Aether rub his over-sensitive head through his folds and pressing his ass back in encouragement. “Yeah, baby boy? Lemme hear you.” The quint ghoul grabs a handful of that long, ashen hair and pulls. Lithe body folding back on itself to arch even deeper.

“Shit,” the fire ghoul half laughs, half keens. Tail twitching up to expose himself more. “Lucifer.”

Aether hums, lining up. “You like that?” He twists the hand in his hair a little more, just enough to make Dew jolt and yip. 

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” he wheezes without a second thought. 

Aether thrusts in so fast it’s an unholy miracle he even makes it in.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he grunts into Dew’s neck once he folds himself over his back. “Fuck, got me so sensitive already, firefly.”

He can feel every ridge, every press of his head to that place deep inside, foreskin drawn completely back now as he pumps in and out. Dew shakes under his touch, craning and arching for more with every stroke. Letting Aether take what he wants, how he wants.

“That’s it,” Aether praises. “Gonna look so good on my knot.” He grips the fire ghoul’s throat with one hand and reaches down with the other to flick at his swollen dick. He grinds in hard, full, fuzzy balls grazing the tips of his own fingers. The hand on Dew’s neck tightens.

Dew lets loose a string of reedy ah ah ah’s, sounds that are like candy to Aether; once he gets some, he wants more. So he thrusts harder, jerks him faster. And in no time, the little ghoul starts to pulse around him, crying out yes and please and close.

Aether’s close too. Can feel the swell of that bulb at the base of his cock, looking for something to clamp around it.

“Gonna cum on my knot?” he asks gruffly. “Want Daddy to make you feel good?” Dew can only nod with bitten-lip, whimpering when the edge of his knot presses against his entrance. “Good boy, so fucking good for me, love.”

Aether grips him hard at the waist and grinds in, spreading and stretching until his wet walls beg to swallow it whole. That’s when he speeds his hand, focusing right at the place the little head peeks out from the hood. Precise. Devastating. 

“Oh no,” Dew sobs. “Push it in, push it—gonna—oh fuck.”

And when he does, the effect is immediate; the fire ghoul cries out, cunt squeezing around Aether as a gush of fluid splashes the front of his balls and squirts onto the sheets. Body going rigid under Aether’s hands. It only takes a few more squeezes before the quintessence ghoul is cumming too, groaning as he fills that slender body with everything he’s got. 

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[miasmaghoul]

Trans dew starts leaking milk and Swiss is like, very very happy about it for completely holy reasons and not cause he wants to lick it all up and tell see how amazing is and dew is just gone, subspace, as high as he can be without the help of drugs

gjhfjd okay yeah sure. maybe not exactly what you requested, but this is the way the ghouls demanded this happen. 🙏

(what is a ficlet this is so long)

(also warning for potential body dysmorphia/dysphoria. dew is fine with all this, but I am not trans and would not want to presume that things like unexpected breast growth would be easy for everyone. please proceed with caution ♡)

Swiss cannot stop staring.

"I swear they're bigger than usual," he mutters, squinting across the common room. On the next couch over, Mountain looks up from his book.

"Huh? What are?"

He follows Swiss's suspicious gaze to where it rests on Dew in the kitchen. The little ghoul is busy putting away dishes, bobbing his head and humming along to whatever is pumping though his headphones. He's in his standard skinny jeans and tight black t-shirt, golden hair pulled into a tight knot at the base of his skull. To Mountain, he looks the same as ever.

To Swiss, though,

"His fuckin' tits."

The ghoul spits the word like it stings, but that couldn't be further from the truth. The thought has been on his mind all week, and every time Swiss focuses on it his cock throbs. He holds up both hands.

"I swear to Satan they're like," he makes a honking motion with his hands, one that Dew would whack him for,"...puffier than usual."

Mountain makes a rather undignified sound in response, shooting Swiss a raised eyebrow. Swiss doesn't so much as glance back. Mountain clears his throat, looking back at Dew with pinking cheeks.

"I, uh...I guess? Maybe?" Mountain tilts his head, adjusts his glasses. "I think you'd know better than I would, I'm more familiar with Rain's than Dew's."

Normally he would be correct, but -

"He won't let me see 'em!" Swiss whines - whines - pressing an unsubtle hand to his tingling dick. "All week, no matter how much I ask, he just -" Swiss waves at the air in lieu of finishing his sentence, eyes fixed solidly on Dew's chest. Mountain gives him a curious look.

"Is he okay?"

"He says he is," Swiss shrugs. He trusts Dew to say otherwise. "Ate him out for two hours last night, he sure as shit wasn't shy about that." Swiss gives himself another squeeze at the memory, sniffing his mustache on the off chance it still held Dew's musk. "He just won't take his fuckin' shirt off!" Mountain gives him a derisive chuff, settling back in with his book.

"What a tragedy," he murmurs, crossing his legs. Swiss pays his sarcasm no mind.

"C'mon Mount, you know how weak he is to nipple play." Dew folds like a house of cards at the slightest brush, and Swiss has spent many an evening wringing pleasured noises from the little ghoul's throat using nothing but those sensitive buds. And yet, "He won't let me near 'em. Won't even touch 'em for me!"

"Sound the alarms," Mountain deadpans, turning his page, "call the police, please, won't someone help us."

Swiss hurls a pillow at his crotch and Mountain catches it easily, tucking it under his neck. Swiss grumbles at him and slumps back into his seat, refocusing on the little ghoul. Watching him put away silverware.

He knows he's right. He knows Dew's chest is obvious now, has been getting more and more so over the course of the last week. Maybe longer, but he can only really think about the days that have become Dew's perma-shirt era. He can see that slight swell, made all the more noticable by Dew's stiff nipples. They poke out through his shirt constantly now, and it makes Dew's denial of access so much worse.

Swiss sighs and shoves himself from his seat, sauntering over under the guise of rummaging through the fridge for a drink. But then Dew stands on his tiptoes to put away a glass, exposes a stripe of his midriff, and Swiss is forced to divert. He slips warm fingers around Dew's skinny hips and the little ghoul jumps, nearly dropping his next glass.

"What the - fucker, warn a guy!" Dew sets the glass down and pulls out his earbuds, leaning away to fix Swiss with a scowl.

"Sorry," Swiss lies, "your hips looked like they missed me."

He hooks his chin over the little ghoul's shoulder and glances down while Dew snorts out a disbelieving laugh. The sound makes his chest jiggle the tiniest, most insignificant amount, and Swiss can't believe the things that movement does to the warmth in his belly.

"Sure they did," Dew murmurs, resting his own hands over Swiss's. He hums, nosing at the little ghoul's warm throat. He smells like whiskey and dishsoap for the most part, but he's carried a new scent for a short while now. Like...maple syrup, Swiss thinks.

"Not the only thing that misses me," he tries, brushing his thumbs under Dew's shirt, just along the bottom of his ribcage. Dew goes still, and Swiss steels himself to edge higher. Just enough to barely graze the skin he misses so much. The little ghoul gasps.

Then, as he's done every day for the last week, Dew stops his hands.

"Swiss," he warns, low. Swiss whines. He can't help it.

"Sorry, Sparky," he sighs, wrapping both arms around Dew's little waist instead. He knows when not to push. "I just -"

"Not here," Dew adds suddenly, and Swiss blinks.

"Huh?"

"My room," Dew mutters, shrugging off Swiss's grip and picking his headphones up. "Wait for me."

Swiss doesn't quite know what to do with himself. He really doesn't have much of a choice but to listen, Dew already going back to his task. Mountain catches his eye as he heads to he door and Swiss can only shrug.

Dew doesn't make him wait long, slipping through the door while Swiss sits at his fireplace, bouncing an anxious knee. The door is barely shut when Swiss looks up, and before he knows what's happening he has a lap full of Dewdrop.

Swiss groans when the little ghoul shoves his tongue in his mouth, kissing hard and deep, starved. Spidery fingers thread though his tight curls and Swiss's hands fly to Dew's waist, gripping tight.

"Dew," he manages to gasp between strokes of Dew's tongue, "fuck, what's - mmph - what're-"

"They miss you too," Dew blurts out, kissing a messy path down Swiss's throat. "Fuck, they miss you too."

Swiss groans deep in his chest, loud enough to nearly rattle the windows, and his bruising grip on Dew's waist loosens. He means to slide warm hands up his slender sides, to cup the little mounds he adores so much. Means to feel how hard those peaked nipples of his are beneath his palms.

Before he can, Dew catches him again. Grabs both of his wrists in his surprisingly strong grip.

Swiss doesn't mean the growl he looses, but it earns an eye roll from Dew just the same.

"Shush," he nips at Swiss's neck with chastising fangs. "Just...just gimme a second."

"For what?" Swiss adjusts the little ghoul, gets him in a proper straddle. He can feel the familiar warmth of Dew's cunt right through both of their jeans. "You finally gonna tell me what's been up your ass all week?"

"Rain, mostly," Dew says without missing a beat, and Swiss can't help but laugh. The corners of Dew's eyes crinkle, but there's something lining his face that Swiss can't quite place. He tips his head, leans in to press a kiss to the tip of Dew's nose.

"Seriously, what's up with you? You said nothing was wrong, but -"

"Promise you won't laugh," Dew interrupts softly, and Swiss cuts himself off with a confused sound. "I'll - I'll show you," Dew mumbles, fiddling with the buttons on Swiss's shirt, "if you promise not to laugh."

Swiss blinks up at him, and it hits him all at once how...vulnerable Dew looks. His proud features clouded with apprehension, kiss-reddened lips caught between his fangs, slight shoulders drawn tight. He tries very hard not to look at the way Dew's posture makes his tits that much more obvious.

"Oh, Dew," he says gently, resting a hand on his flushed cheek, "I only laugh at you when you want me to, you know that."

"I mean it," Dew insists, eyes hard. "It's...it's weird, and if you fuckin' laugh -"

Swiss cuts him off with a gentle kiss, and Dew relaxes just enough for Swiss to pull him closer.

"I promise, spitfire," he assures the little ghoul, pressing warm lips to the hollow of his throat. "I promise."

After a moment, Dew sighs. Nods. He pats Swiss's hands again and Swiss reluctantly lets go, silently mourning the loss of Dew's unnatural heat. But he lets Dew stand, lets him step back so Swiss can watch him pluck at the hem of his t-shirt. Swiss squeezes at himself though his jeans, cock fat and warm against his thigh. Dew watches him like a hawk, and after a beat takes a deep breath.

In one quick, smooth motion Dew strips off his shirt, and Swiss's dick twitches so hard he grunts, mouth watering at the beautiful sight before him.

The barely-there bumps Dew usually carried were a distant memory, his tits swollen into luscious, perky mounds that sit perfectly on his chest. His nipples are more pronounced too, stiff and flushed darker than their usual sweet pink. The rings threaded through them sparkle in the lamplight. Swiss can't help the way he gawps at them, and to his credit Dew doesn't try to hide. Hell, he's staring too. Frowning down at his chest.

"I knew they got bigger," Swiss mumbles without really meaning too, but it pulls a chuckle from Dew regardless.

"You've been staring enough to know," he grumbles, but there's something nervy threaded through the words. Takes away the acerbic edge they're meant to carry.

"Why?"

Not that it matters, but he can't help be curious. He's not even sure which 'why' he's asking - why they'd grown? Or why Dew had kept them hidden? Both, he supposes. He can't imagine why Dew thought he would actually laugh at this - all he wants is to bury his face in Dew's perfect little tits and never come up for air again.

"Dunno," Dew says with a shrug, and they bounce. Swiss starts to sweat. Dew brings those elegant hands of his up to cup his little tits and Swiss's eyes nearly bug out of his head. "They started swelling last week, I don't -" Dew gives them the lightest squeeze and it pulls a hiss from him. "They're so -"

"If you say 'sensitive' I'm gonna cum in my pants," Swiss announces, perhaps a touch dramatic, but it pulls a sound he really likes from Dew anyway. Honestly, it doesn't feel all that dramatic to Swiss. His balls hurt more and more the longer he ogles Dew's chest.

"That's the one," the little ghoul mumbles, weighing them in his palms. Swiss leaks copiously against his thigh. He's losing his mind, he's certain of it. It's spilling right out of his dick. He watches Dew give them a fondle, watches the way supple flesh gives under his fingertips. It's stunning.

He may just spill in his pants after all.

"Sore, too," the little ghoul adds, but he doesn't frame it like a complaint. "But, uh," Dew swallows, scratching at the back of his neck. "That's...that's not the weird part."

Swiss forces himself to look up at Dew's face, then. Drawn by the hesitance in the words. Swiss comes back to himself some at the sight, the hand on his clothed cock going still.

Dew looks terrified. Bright red and breathing faster, eyes blown so dark. Swiss pushes himself from his chair without a thought, settling himself on his knees before the little ghoul and holding his slender waist.

"Dew, baby, what is it?" He strokes rough thumbs over soft skin, watching Dew take careful breaths through his nose. "Are you sure -"

"It's weird," Dew insists, and oh, maybe that isn't terror Swiss sees on his face. "Swiss, I - fuck, just look."

Dew grabs hold of his hair, forces Swiss to look square at his puffy chest. His other hand curls around one of those firm mounds, squeezes, and -

"Oh Lucifer."

All the air rushes from Swiss's lungs when the first drips spill from Dew's nipple, flowing over pale skin. It's barely anything, no more than a few drops, but it forces palpable silence into the air. Swiss stares at Dew's tit while Dew stares down at him. Time probably doesn't freeze, but it sure feels like it does.

"I told you it was weird," Dew blurts, suddenly jerking away. Trying to step back, to cross his arms.

"Dew," he manages a hundred years later, voice thick, "was...did...are..." Swiss forces himself to look up, jaw slack. "...milk?"

Swiss pulls him close before he can, burying his face in Dew's neck and holding him so tight Dew yelps.

"Not weird," Swiss promises, kissing the words into overheated skin. "Not...not weird, firecracker, unholy shit."

Dew makes a hurt sound, but wraps his arms around Swiss's shoulders anyway. Holds him tight, tight as he can manage. Swiss can hear him sniffling, just a little, but it's nearly impossible for him to focus on anything but the press of Dew's chest against his own. He's really trying, he swears, but fuck is it hard.

"Dew, please," he pants, hips rolling into nothing and drooling against the little ghoul's throat. He knows how desperate he sounds and Swiss could not possibly care less. Not with how hard his cock throbs, how quick Dew's breathing has gotten. "Please, can I...you gotta lemme touch 'em, baby boy, please -"

"Shut the fuck up and do it," Dew demands, and Swiss needs no other encouragement.

The feel of them is exquisite, firm with just enough give. They still don't quite fill his palms, but it's close. Dew's jaw hangs lax while Swiss explores, his touch soft and reverent. His gaze remains firmly on Dew's dusky nipples, on the quick rise and fall of his narrow chest, but he remains hyper aware of Dew's mannerisms. His little gasps and grunts. Keeps himself on high alert for the first sign of any undue shame or discomfort.

"Did you really think I'd laugh at you?" Swiss traces the edges of his areolas with his thumbs and Dew's breath catches, muscles in his stomach fluttering.

"Dunno," Dew sighs, hands stroking Swiss's forearms. Grounding himself. "I don't...I thought -"

"Can I kiss them?"

Dew sways like he's dizzy, makes a gurgling sound, and then he's grabbing at Swiss's hair to drag him in. He wants to chuckle, but it's easy to groan instead.

Dew moans long and low when his Swiss's lips meet his heated flesh, when he kisses along the slope of that sweet little handful. His nails rake over Swiss's scalp when he presses a wet, sucking kiss to its underside, just where those stunning droplets fell earlier.

Swiss drops a little baby kiss onto the very tip of his nipple, and Dew makes a truly pathetic sound. Swiss licks his lips when he pulls back, cupping both of those little tits like they're precious. He gazes up at the little ghoul, drunk on the very idea of what he's about to do.

He gives them a firm squeeze, Dew chokes on his inhale, and the sound that escapes Swiss when those gorgeous nipples leak is pure sin.

A few pale drops flow over smooth skin, and Swiss is powerless but to lick after them. Every slide of his tongue is an offering at Dew's altar, worshipful and deeply needy. It tastes like mana from the heavens, like sweet sap from the tree of life itself. Swiss can't believe he gets to taste it, that Dew almost kept this hidden from him. It's sensational. Life-altering.

"Oh," Dew gasps when he squeezes again, milks out a little more, and Swiss stares up at him with blown-out adoration. "S-Swiss, will...fuck, will you suck on them?"

He doesn't have to ask twice.

Swiss doesn't know which of them it louder when he wraps his lips around a firm nub and begins to suckle, massaging it with his tongue. Dew gasps, covering Swiss's hand on his chest with his own. Encouraging him to massage there too.

Swiss's eyes roll back in his head when Dew starts to let down, sweet warmth coating his tongue.

He doesn't know when it happens, but at some point Swiss collapses. Slides from his knees and ends up sitting on the floor with his legs spread. Dew's straddling his lap again, hands in his hair while Swiss drinks him down, his slight body twitchy and coated in a fine film of sweat.

He doesn't know when it happens, but at some point Dew fumbles with both of their flys. Swiss can hear the rasp of zippers in the distance, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is the way Dew fills his mouth, the way he gasps and keens when Swiss gives him a firm suck. He pays attention to little else, hardly recognizes that the little ghoul is trying to shift.

Then searing heat envelopes his cock, and Swiss jerks so hard he pops off Dew's nipple. Drools a mouthful of milk down the little ghoul's belly, watching in a daze as it gathers in his barely-there happy trail. Dew's clit pokes stiff and red from his folds, and as Swiss watches his length disappear into Dew's cunt he swears everything else fades away.

"Why'd you stop?" Dewdrop whimpers, gasping as he takes Swiss to the hilt. They both moan, Swiss throbs, and when the little ghoul rubs his little tits in his face it takes everything Swiss has not to pin him to the floor and fuck him brainless. "C'mon," Dew goads, breaths uneven and so shaky, "let...let me feed you."

Swiss thinks he may not survive this night.

~~~~~~~

"You really don't know why?"

Dew shakes his head, humming when Swiss works out a knot in his shoulder. They've been in the tub for ages now, the little ghoul floaty and absent after taking Swiss's knot twice over. He's mostly back now, and it seems like as good a time as any to ask.

"Nope," Dew says, voice worn. "Asked Aeth too, he couldn't figure it out either."

Swiss wants to ask more questions, wants to help, but the Dew yawns. Snuggles himself back into Swiss's broad chest with a soft sigh.

"Can we sleep now?" He presses a kiss to Swiss's pec. "'m tired." Swiss drops a kiss into his squeaky-clean hair.

"'Course," he says, patting Dew's shoulder. "Can you stand, fireball?"

"Dunno," Dew murmurs, shrugging. "Carry me anyway."

"Swiss?"

Swiss snorts, but he's still too blissed out to argue. It's easy to slide himself from the steaming water, hoisting Dew over the side and sitting him on the vanity for drying purposes. Easy to towel the both of them off while Dew magickally blows out his hair. Easy to dress Dew in an oversized tee, one that won't chafe his tender nipples, and soft boxers. Easy to carry him around the mess they left on the floor and deposit Dew's spent body onto the sheets and get him tucked in. The little ghoul purrs up a storm through it all, sweet and sleepy as he is.

Swiss moves to climb in after him, but Dew perks up before he can.

"Yeah?"

"Tea?"

"Can I have some tea?"

Swiss raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Dew replies with a nod, snuggling back into the pillows. "There's a new one Mount made, has a purple tag. It's nice. Please?"

Swiss chuffs. The little guy really is sweet like this. He ruffles Dew's hair and smiles.

"Whatever you want, princess."

Dew chirrups and Swiss pads his way to the kitchen in search of tea. It's late, he can hear snoring from behind most of the doors in the hall, and when Swiss strolls into the common room he's surprised to find Mountain still on the couch. His book lies abandoned on the floor, glasses askew, and Swiss rolls his eyes with a smirk.

"Wake up, grasshopper," he lilts, patting the other ghoul on the chest. Mountain jolts awake with a gasp, blinking as he gets his bearings.

"Ugh," he groans, back cracking audibly when he pushes himself up. "What time is it?"

"Late," Swiss replies, covering up a yawn as he gathers a mug and their electric kettle. "Where's your purple tea?"

"My huh?"

"Teabags," Swiss clarifies, filling the kettle.

"Oh, uh," Mountain shoves himself from the couch on autopilot, easier for him to show than to tell.

He digs through the cabinet over the stove, pulling down a silver box with eight internal dividers. He groans at the state of its contents, what was undoubtedly once organized now in a messy pile.

"Purple is all I know," Swiss says, yawning again. "Dew said it was new one you made, I got nothin' else."

"What kind did you want?"

"Purple, huh?" Mountain sorts through the bags while the kettle heats, and as he does Swiss watches his brow slowly furrow. "Wait..." Mountain starts smelling the little bundles, huffs out a dammit, Sunshine, and Swiss raises an eyebrow.

"Something wrong?"

"Did you say Dew's been drinking this?" Now it's Swiss's turn to frown.

"I guess? He just asked me to make him the purple tea. I didn't ask questions. Why?" It takes him a second to notice Mountain's cheeks going pink. "Why?"

"These...shouldn't be here," he says quietly, making a pile of all the bags with purple tags. "I told Sunshine when she was helping me, violet and pink to the infirmary, lilac and peach to the kitchen. She said she...she said -"

Swiss gives him a look, and Mountain hangs his head.

"These are ones Aether requested," he explains, "for maternity. They're...they're to help with lactation."

The last word is said on a sigh, Mountain rubbing at his eyes as the realization hits. The kettle starts to whistle, and Swiss doesn't acknowledge it. Lets the thing shut itself off while the wheels turn in his head.

He should certainly tell Dew about this. Let him know what was happening, why his body had so suddenly begun to betray him. While the thoughts churn he can hear Mountain yammering on - he's sorry, it's his fault, any effects should fade in a couple of weeks without continued exposure. Swiss smiles to himself, turning to gather the kettle and Dew's chipped old Looney Tunes mug.

He grabs a purple labeled bag from the pile, and Mountain stares at him like he has three heads. Swiss shrugs as he sets it in the mug, pouring water over it and noticing with some amusement that the same maple syrupy scent Dew's been soaked in recently floats up on the steam.

"Take the rest to Aether," Swiss says, smirking while he dunks the teabag, watching it stain the water, "I'll tell him this is the last one." Mountain frowns.

"Swiss -"

"He's could add his own milk to this mug, Mount. One more round won't hurt him."

"Enjoy it," Swiss murmurs, pressing a kiss to Dew's temple. "That was the last purple one."

Swiss clicks his tongue, winks, and wanders back to Dew's room without another word.

He finds Dew half asleep and purring. Swiss pushes the mug into his bony hands while he curls in beside the little ghoul, basking in the soft, happy sound he makes at the first sip.

"Mmm, I'll get Mount to make more," Dew hums, drinking down the boiling hot tea as though it were tap water. "'S good shit."

He drains the mug quickly, yawning and shoving it back into Swiss's hands before hunkering down again. Swiss rolls his eyes, setting the thing to the side and switching off the bedside lamp. Swiss molds himself to Dew's back, wraps an arm around his waist.

Dew guides Swiss's hand up his shirt instead, settles it on one of his pert little tits, and Swiss selfishly hopes the swelling lasts a while longer.

He won't let Dew waste a drop.

[everybodyshusband]

you slipped into my askbox yesterday with horny thoughts and now I'm here but in need of fluff. dysphoria hit hard today, what would u say about some fluffy, maybe little hurt/lots of comfort raindrop/swissraindrop with transmasc dew drabble? pretty please, husband 👉👈

i'm sorry the dysphoria has been hitting you hard, my friend. i hope you're feeling a little better today <3

under the cut: some swissraindrop hurt/comfort for you, as requested <3

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Dew sniffles and hugs his pillow closer to his chest in the darkness of his room. Everything just felt so wrong. He can’t even pinpoint one singular reason as to why he feels so awful—although in all honesty, it’s probably a combination of many, many things—so he can’t brainstorm a way out of his problem; all he can do is lie in his bed feeling sorry for himself, and try his best not to cry.

Before his head can let his thoughts spiral any further, a soft knock on the door jolts him out of his misery. “‘S open!” He calls out, voice cracking as he speaks for the first time all day. He feels his body sag with relief as Swiss’ easy grin appears around the doorframe.

The grin quickly slides off of his face, however, when the multi ghoul sees Dew lying curled in on himself. “Awh, baby… What’s goin’ on, Dewy?” Swiss pads quietly over to the bed, mattress dipping as he sits down.

Dew nearly sobs openly when Swiss places a gentle hand on the fire ghoul’s cheek, swiping at the tears gathering on his lashes. The gesture is sweet and tender, and it’s exactly what Dew needs. “Just feel like… shit,” he admits. “Dunno why though.” He sniffles, lifting one of his own hands up from where he had been squeezing the pillow and covering Swiss’ hand with his own. The multi ghoul’s skin is warm. Comforting. “Probably a lotta things…”

Swiss strokes his thumb over Dew’s cheek gently. The action grounds the fire ghoul more than he’d like to admit. “That’s fine too, doll. If you’re upset, then you’re upset, yeah? You don’t always have to know why.”

Dew nods, unable to find words to reply with, but still wanting Swiss to know he appreciates his reassurance.

They stay like that for a while; Swiss’ fingers dragging softly over Dew’s cheeks as he sits up on the mattress, the fire ghoul holding onto the pillow and Swiss’ fingers as if they’re lifelines while he lies under the covers, both ghouls breathing the other in.

Swiss breaks the silence first. “D’you want me to go get Rainy? I know they’re better at the comforting you stuff than I am.” There’s no jealousy in Swiss’ tone, not bitterness. Just plain, simple honesty.

Dew considers for a moment before nodding. He wants to be able to curl up against the water ghoul and soak in their cool, comforting temperature. …But he also doesn’t want Swiss to leave, and the way the multi ghoul phrased his suggestion made it sound like he’s planning on doing just that. Then again, he’s been comforted by Rain without Swiss by their side more times than he can count, and he’s been fine, so maybe it won’t matter if the multi ghoul leaves for a while. “D’you mind?”

“No, baby, not at all. I’ll go get ‘em. They’ll be here soon, ‘kay?” The second Swiss pulls his hand away and stands up, Dew can’t help but whine involuntarily, already missing the multi ghoul’s touch.

“Wait. Please,” he mumbles quietly. “Will you… Stay? With me?”

Swiss’ face breaks into a delighted smile. “‘Course I’ll stay, Dewy. Might just take a little longer for Rain to find their way to us. That okay?”

Dew sniffles, but he feels himself smile a little at Swiss’ pleased grin. “Yeah,” he nods. “Yeah, that’s okay.” He gestures for the multi ghoul to climb into the bed with him and snuggles against his chest. He’s warm, and it’s lovely, Dew thinks. Even if he’s still not feeling great, at least he’s feeling better, and once Rain gets there, hopefully he’ll start feeling a bit more like himself again.

It’s not long before there’s a second knock on Dew’s door, but this time, it’s Swiss who calls for the knocker to come in. Before the door even opens, Dew knows it’s Rain; they have a specific knock pattern that Dew memorised long ago, and he’s sure Swiss has done the same. They open the door and peek their head around with a hand covering their eyes, smirking.

“Are you both decent?” They tease, probably knowing full well that their partners are doing nothing but cuddling innocently.

“Just come and cuddle us, viridis,” Dew mumbles quietly, his voice muffled in the hollow of Swiss’ chest, impatient to feel Rain’s comforting presence now that the water ghoul is almost within arm’s reach.

There must still be something in Dew’s voice that gives him away—or maybe they just simply know him too well—because Rain’s smirk falters and they drop their hand from their eyes, looking at the fire ghoul in concern. “Sundew, are you okay, my darling?”

Swiss beckons Rain over with his free hand, lifting the covers on Dew’s side of the bed. The water ghoul easily slips under the blanket and slots themselves into their mini, impromptu ghoul pile, their cool skin proving a perfect balance to Swiss and Dew’s combined warmth, just as the fire ghoul had hoped. Once Rain has settled themselves into the pile comfortably, Dew chooses to move his head out of Swiss’ chest to the pillow above so he can face Rain properly, and both other ghouls wrap their arms around him tightly. As Dew organises himself into a comfortable position, he feels Swiss shift, leaning over him to mutter something in Rain’s ear that he can’t quite make out—presumably something in answer to the question the water ghoul posed to Dew that the fire ghoul never quite got around to answering.

Once Swiss finishes speaking, Rain wraps their arms around Dew tighter and leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the fire ghoul’s forehead. “I’m sorry I didn’t come and find you earlier, sundew,” they whisper softly against his ear. They pull away from his ear, but not as far as Dew was expecting, only enough to pass their eyelashes softly over his cheek, making the fire ghoul huff out a laugh of surprise at the tickle of it.

“‘S okay,” Dew murmurs back. It’s louder than he means to with Rain still fluttering their eyes across his cheek. “Swiss helped.” The multi ghoul gives a squeeze around Dew’s middle at the mention of his name. The corner of Dew’s mouth twitches up, and he leans gratefully into the multi ghoul’s hold.

Rain chases Dew’s face with their own after he leans away and ghosts their eyelashes over his lips. Dew has to resist the urge to stick his tongue out and lick them. Instead, he giggles in a way that is decidedly un-Dew-like—he resents (not really, but a ghoul’s got to keep up appearances) the implication that Swiss and Rain would probably say the opposite; that he always sounds like that when he laughs—and pulls back to ask Rain what in Hell’s name they’re doing.

“Kissing you,” they reply simply, as if that explains everything.

Even Swiss chuckles at that. “Baby…” He’s clearly very amused by this whole situation. “You kiss people with your lips. You know that.”

“These, my loves,” they start, and Dew will forever staunchly admit that the affection meant for both him and Swiss at the same time does nothing to give him the warm fuzzies, despite it absolutely doing just that, “are butterfly kisses.” Rain continues ghosting their lashes all over Dew’s face as they speak, making the fire ghoul squirm and laugh under their touch. “Mountain showed me. They’re supposed to feel like butterflies flitting across your face. Close your eyes, sundew. Can you feel it?”

Dew blinks at their words, doing his best to communicate his confusion, but closes his eyes without complaint, smiling as he indulges in his partner’s wishes. He’s surprised to find that, once his eyes are closed and he relaxes himself as well as he can, it really does feel like butterfly wings brushing up against his cheeks, lips and nose. It’s strangely calming, and almost grounding, in a way, despite the softness of the barely-there touch. Slowly, as their touch continues, Dew finds the horrible uncomfortable-ness from earlier melting away under the brush of Rain’s eyelashes and Swiss’ gentle hold.

It’s not a conscious action, but after some time passes, Dew realises he’s been purring. Swiss is massaging over Dew’s front and shoulders, tracing his fingers lightly over the faded scars adorning the fire ghoul’s chest from where his arms are wrapped around the fire ghoul, and one of Rain’s hands strokes at Dew’s cheek while the other cards through his hair. His partners’ touch is so tragically comforting that he can’t help but let his eyes slowly slip closed, allowing himself to drift in and out of consciousness, tangled in the warm-cool embrace of both his partners.

He thinks he trills out a sleepy “thank you, love you” and he thinks he hears two equally sleepy replies, but he’s so tired that he truly doesn’t know. All he knows is that, while he still doesn’t feel great, nor does he know the reason for his misery, he’s in Swiss and Rain’s arms, and for now, that means he’s safe, he’s warm, and he’s happy.

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oh, and very quickly !

dew calls rain viridis which is a shortening of chromis viridis (blue-green damselfish), a species of fish that looks like this:

[sak-writes]

Title: Dewdrops Tits

Summary:

Dew often sleeps shirtless when he's on his own, he tends to run hot since he became a fire ghoul. He wouldn't dream of parading around bare chested like the other guys did, but in the privacy of his own room his tits didn't bother him. Small and unobtrusive as they were he had opted not go with top-surgery. For one the recovery time wouldn't align with Ghosts touring schedule, and with all the layers they wore on stage it wasn't like anybody could notice his chest anyway.

or

Dewdrop sleeps shirtless, and in his drowsy morning state he forgets to cover up his chest before heading to the kitchen where all his packmates are already enjoying breakfast.

[catwings-kinhelp]

Transmasc Copia and Sodo icons!

Sorry for the hiatus, everyone! Hope you enjoy! 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

[spoiledleaff]

unholy eyes.

Ghost (Band) | Rain Ghoul + Dewdrop Ghoul | 13.1K Words | spoiledleaff on AO3

Explicit | NB4T | They/Them AMAB Rain Ghoul | He/Him FTM Dewdrop Ghoul | (Forced?) Feminization | Teasing | Oral Sex (Cunnilingus) | Temperature Play | Frottage | Mirror Sex | Dom/Sub Dynamics | Top Soft Dom Rain | Bottom Sub Dewdrop | Good Girl Dewdrop | a gift for the lovely @everybodyshusband ♡

“I’m perfectly capable of changing in my own goddamn room.” Dewdrop visibly bristles, his fangs bared and his eyes narrow. But the snarky façade of intimidation was lost what with how he was visibly hiding behind the cerulean mass of pretty fabric and dubious intentions.

And Rain? Well, the water ghoul had the audacity to scoff at him, those knowing teal eyes rolling hard at Dewdrop’s incessant need to not go down without a goddamn fight. Even their long, curved tail flicked in clear amusement behind him.

“No you’re not.” Rain borderline laughed. “We both know that if I let you run back to your little corner of the world with your little tail tucked between your legs. You’re going to lock yourself in your bathroom, try on my gift — while still wearing your stupid skin-tight jeans, you menace — inevitably get all hot and bothered before jacking off with that skirt clenched tight between your fangs. You’re going to cum all over your bathroom floor, let some stupid and unnecessary guilt wash over you like a goddamn catholic, before having the nerve to waltz out, not even look me dead in the eye, and vaguely thank me for the kind gift. Oh! And then, you’re going to ‘oh, so subtly’ avoid me for the next two and a half weeks, or at least until I fuck the truth out of you, and then you’re going to stare longingly at this gift — which you would probably shove into some forgotten corner of your dresser, next to the stockings Sunny gave you last year and the sundress Mountain gave the year before that — and proceed to never wear the very thing I so desperately want to see you wearing and looking so pretty in.”

Oh. Okay. That was needlessly fucking savage, and concerningly accurate.

you can read the rest of this self-indulgent spice over on AO3!

♬♪♬ “Cassandra” — Cos Sylvan ♬♪♬

( this work is unbeta’d. any and all mistakes are my own, and i hope that they didn’t take away from your reading experience. i really tried reading this one over as i went, but those typos always get the best of my somehow, haha! regardless, thank you so very much in reading ♡ )