#transmasc phantom

[ashthewaterghoul]

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

[forlorn-crows]

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 18: 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈

pairing(s): rain/aeon words: 1,447

notes: T4T, aka, tentacle for tentacle. transmasc rain and transmasc aeon. aeon's tentacle is in place of a cock, rain has a cock and a tentacle. folds/cunt for both.

“It’s so cute, bug,” Rain coos. “Can I watch you play with it a little?”

Rain smiles lazily at Aeon, tilting his head to the side as he looks at the little appendage between his legs. To call it a tentacle is, perhaps, generous, as short and stubby as it is. Not much longer than a thumb. But it is a tentacle—naturally slick and shiny, it usually sits nestled between Aeon’s folds much like how Rain’s cock sits when it isn’t hard. Just a slight bump resting over his sex, not too much more. 

The more aroused Aeon gets, though, the plumper it gets. Getting harder and harder until it springs up towards his belly and the suckers are revealed along the curved underside, along with the tiny slit at its base from which it secretes its slick. 

That’s how Rain sees it now, twitching slightly at his appraising words. Like a little inchworm, it scrunches up and extends back out, demanding attention. Aeon’s quick to give in to it, and Rain’s encouragement, dragging a hand down his torso until his fingers frame the length. He dips the pad of his index finger into the line of slick seeping from the underside and gasps when he spreads it along the underside. 

“Ugh, it’s,” he gasps again, gripping the tentacle with two fingers, “it’s really sensitive.”

Rain hums, reaching down to press at his own slit. “Looks like it,” he agrees. “And bossy.”

Aeon snorts at the comment but doesn’t deny its validity. Instead, he shuffles his legs—one tucked underneath Rain’s and the other draped over his opposite—so that their sexes sit close enough for the other to touch. If they wanted. But Aeon keeps his hand firmly on his own tentacle-slash-cock, stroking along the suckers. The little thing twitches and thickens, flushed an almost imperceptible purple underneath its dark dark gray. Aeon’s cunt is the same, dusky folds that swell with his uninhibited, growing arousal.

“Does it like to tease you?” Rain asks, hooking two fingers underneath the bump of his own emerging tentacle. “Wriggle around until you give it attention?”

“Mn. Sometimes.” He flicks his finger down off the tip, and Rain watches it spring back up. Arched and already aching, from the looks of it. “It likes to—” Aeon presses it back between his lips and makes it wiggle back and forth. His leg twitches under Rain’s. “Likes to do that.”

“Ever wake up to it? Getting you off?”

Aeon flushes, coughing out an unconvincing laugh. “Uh. Once or twice.” He gives it a squeeze. 

Rain smiles. “Minds of their own, sometimes.” His own tentacle throbs under his fingers. “Belial, it’s even better than a wet dream, though.” 

Aeon whines in the back of his throat, eyes falling to where Rain’s fingers disappear between his folds. “Wanna see yours, too,” he breathes. 

“Almost there,” Rain sighs. “Got to . . . there, yeah.” The water ghoul tosses his head back as he crooks his fingers further, releasing a line of slick onto the bed. With the release of fluid, the tip of his own tentacle emerges. Curious, she. Snaking into the palm of his hand and seeming to yawn and stretch. 

“Oh,” Aeon says dumbly. “Pretty.” 

Rain sighs and cups her. Lets her ease her way out until her fat base snuggles into his palm. He watches the quint ghoul’s eyes go wide, clearly in awe of her size. Easily four times that of his own. Rain groans as she curls over his hand, placing little kisses of suction over his fingers, his knuckles. 

“Got someone new to show you,” he says softly, twirling around the end. “You want to play with Aeon, little one?”

“So big,” Aeon mutters. Idly, he squeezes at the base of his tentacle, watching as Rain’s gets closer. Worming through the (lack of) space between them to reach out tentatively. She pauses curiously, stopping short. Aeon’s fingers blocking her path. 

Rain brushes his hand away gently. “There you go. Let her touch.”

The quint ghoul makes a strained noise, arm falling limp at his side. “Her?”

Rain nods with an affirmative mm-hm, but doesn’t elaborate. Instead, he leans back on to his hands and cants his hips further forward, nudging her the last few centimeters. Aeon’s tentacle jumps at her touch, going rigid and stock-still. At first, it makes no move to reciprocate the introduction; it’s tense as the tip of Rain’s tentacle pokes and prods at it. Agitated, almost. But there’s a slight tremor throughout the length of it that gives away its excitement. Visibly vibrating in anticipation as the other feels around. 

“Aw. Sweet,” Rain coos. “Poor thing doesn’t know what to do.”

That makes his face burn, flushing dark indigo. “I . . . it . . .” Aeon stumbles over his words, a rare thing. “She’s cold.” He tilts his pelvis as if willing his sex to do something other than freeze. “Never felt another one before,” he admits.

“No? Haven’t seen Dew’s little trick?” Aeon’s eyes go wide, brow furrowing and mouth dropping open. Rain laughs, not unkindly. “I’m just kidding,” he assures, rolling his hips as his tentacle briefly wraps herself around Aeon’s. “He doesn’t have one anymore. But if you like this, I have someone else I could introduce you to,” he says mischievously. 

The quint ghoul doesn’t have time to question who that is, because his tentacle decides in that moment to finally react, folding itself over her backside and latching on with its suckers.

“Fuck.” 

“That’s it,” Rain sighs. “Play nice, though, little one.” 

In true extension-of-Aeon fashion, it certainly does not ‘play nice’. It sucks hard at her skin, separating with a wet pop! Then it scrunches, burrowing its way to her suckered side and sliding along. Rain watches slick pour from the slit on the underside, sliding along his own tentacle then dripping onto the bed. 

“Eager, hm?” Rain lilts. 

“Yeah,” Aeon stupidly chokes out. “Feels good. Weird. Good but weird.” 

The wider part of Rain’s tentacle jumps, seemingly being bullied into movement by the other. Its motion is hardly sophisticated, settling for prodding—punching even—to get her where it wants. Aeon’s oblivious to his own body’s lack of manners, tossing his head back and groaning loudly.

But Rain’s tentacle? Well, she’s over it.

She unspools from around the little thing and recoils, almost regarding it with disdain, judgment. Distaste for the mistreatment of her form. It sits in front of her, still scrunching and pestering above Aeon’s folds, now shiny with slick from the slit under his tentacle. If his tentacle had eyes, Rain knows that’s exactly what she’d be looking at. It’s what he’s looking at. He knows she’s felt it, anyhow, because she directs her attention right towards Aeon’s entrance. Pointing her tip towards the place where Aeon’s twitching the second most. 

“Does . . . does she . . ?” Aeon pants, mourning the loss of her touch. He catches on milliseconds too late, cocking his head at the exact moment she plunges herself straight into his cunt. 

“Oh, good girl . . !”

“Fucking shit—”

Rain barks a disbelieving laugh, scooting until they’re as close as possible. “Just—shit, just let her,” he groans. Aeon’s tentacle nudges against the little swollen head of his dick and he yips.

“She’s—” Aeon grunts, hips twitching. “She’s big, Rain, oh fuck.” She’s big, sure, but she’s agile, swiftly curling tight into the deepest place she can get and filling it out as Rain groans about how perfect and warm his cunt is around her. “Oh my fuck.”

Both ghouls watch as Aeon’s tentacle flops around, searching for something to latch onto. To rub. To suck. It bumps against Rain’s dick again and he can’t help but shudder, arching into its touch as encouragement.

“Come on, little one, almost,” he urges. Aeon makes no move to help. Just stares at it dumbly as it licks at Rain like an animal taking a cautious taste of foreign food. Watching with his neck limp and mouth hanging open, soft moans falling out of it. 

“This is . . . this . . .” Aeon shakes his head and blinks hard. Visibly attempting a factory reset on his brain. 

Rain reaches down and helps his little appendage out, stretching it out to cover the length of his cock and massaging it until it suctions on. And when it does, their resulting moans vibrate all the way down to their tangled legs and tangled cocks. 

“Rain, I—” The water ghoul’s tentacle undulates inside, cutting off his speech with a strangled moan. “Do . . . do we just—”

“Let them,” Rain keens. He presses back on to his hands and lets his head dangle back, rolling his hips with a low, luxurious groan. Wetness squelches between them. “Let ‘em play, bug.”

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Size king Rain helping Phantom take a big toy for the first time. Holding his hips gently as his thighs shake. Phantom’s little whines of hurts, rainy and Rain’s encouragement- Shhh, baby bat, relax for me. You’re almost halfway down. Rubbing Phantom’s clit to help them adjust, then pushing their hips down a couple more inches. Phantom’s ruined little whines as Rain guides them up and down on the dildo. Rain sets up their phone to take a video when it’s time to pull out and helps Phantom gently pull it out of himself (the flared tip makes it a little tricky). Phantom’s face when he sees how ruined he is is priceless.

[arkeusruin]

Phantom freaking out when he realizes his bottom growth makes a little bulge in his boxers when he gets hard.

[euclidghoul]

we tangle endlessly; like lovers entwined

CHAPTER ONE of ONE

Pairing: Dewdrop/Swiss/Phantom Rating: Explicit Words: 7840

Dew, somehow, resists. It's definitely because Phantom isn't playing along right now, but Swiss can get what he wants. He always does. "I do love you," Phantom responds idly, causing both of the other ghouls to stop moving. or dew yet again begs for something that he wants. and gets it back tenfold. and swiss and phantom suck at using quintessence magic.

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[turtleblogatlast]

Something about this kind of swimming getup for characters always immediately gives me transmasc vibes. Blue swim trunks and a tank top? Sorry man my brain already connected the dots. The vibes are there, and they’re not leaving.

[pepperquinnartz]

Been thinking about Transfem!Vlad these past couple of days, so I decided to draw her in my sketchbook in-between zine work <3

[silvermoon424]

Transphobes will tell trans men "It's so sad how the left brainwashed you into this! When you regret it and realize it was just a phase, I hope you can detransition and regain the femininity the Lord blessed you with."

And the trans men they're preaching to are like:

[jasontoddspussy]

Got some bad news today so decided that instead of crying in bed id draw the ghost boy in bed

Theyre free to use as icons if anyone wanted to do that for whatever reason so long as im credited

[ashthewaterghoul]

Phantom getting high for the first time and they’re just in loose and comfy shorts. Their packer falls out and lands on the floor, and all you can hear is them very frightened and screaming,

“MY DICK FELL OFF!”

[forlorn-crows]

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑫𝒐𝒈

𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 1: 𝒄𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Aeon/Rain + Mountain, Mountain/Rain

Tags: cuckolding, transmasc rain, quintessence use/quintosis, dubious consent, oral sex, degradation, feminization, vaginal sex, objectification, creampie, possessive mountain, aeon calls mountain a 'dog' multiple times but there's no pet play.

Words: 7242

Notes: a collab with my dear friend @divine-misfortune; what started as a half-screamed DM turned into a full-ass fic. Sometimes you just have to make Mountain super fucking angry. As a treat.

In hindsight, Mountain should have known better.  Should have known better than to barge in without a plan to reclaim what was his, so mindlessly driven by the scorching demands of jealousy as he was. Once he snatched Rain away from the Aeon's unworthy claws, all would be on its way to well.  Or so he thought. 

[daredevil-vagabond]

Oh I won't forget Memento Mori leaves a debt

Rule #21 - Momento Mori

Transmasc Swag & Rizz off da charts

[transmasculineswag]

Transmasc Swag Polls- ROUND 1

Propaganda and other info under the cut. Devo drawn by @icarussrancidart/ @boydykedevo

CANONICITY LEVELS-

DANNY: OOPS! Accidental Trans Boy DEVO: Gender Tomfuckery

MEDIA?

Danny Phantom, The Adventure Zone: Ethersea

DANNY PROPAGANDA- Wears a shirt at the water park, afraid his parents won’t accept him (for being half ghost but the metaphor stands). Wears a shirt swimming, is told he “doesn’t qualify” for the men’s room. When a wish granting ghost asks if he has any wishes she goes to touch his chest and he freaks out, has a ghost transformation he’s scared to tell his parents about because he’s scared they might attack or hurt him. He fought his evil future alternate self. He has a biological clone who's younger than him and a girl. [Pollrunner's Note: Was mentioned by name in OTHER submissions as a baseline for "the fandom decided he was trans"] Remember: fuck B*tch Hartman DEVO PROPAGANDA- OKAY SO his backstory is that he was raised by a religious cult from the ages of 6-23, and he only recently left. His arc is about trying to find his own identity away from the church. Devo la Main is his chosen name, the church leaders call him the Hand of Devotion and he always insists on them calling him Devo (literal deadname!!) The only other Hands of the church we meet are female, which may not be intentional but you could absolutely read into that. Part of him finding his own identity involves him figuring out how to dress himself now, which is mostly played for laughs (he becomes a brand ambassador for a shady merchant and plugs the store at inconvenient times) but also feels pretty trans to me.

[totalcharliespringsimp]

CALLING ALL TRANSMASCS 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

Please reblog even if you're not answering to spread the sample size!

[doiyi-yt]

Phantom says trans rights

[ashthewaterghoul]

Which of the Ghoul’s have intimate piercings do we think?

Bc rn I can’t decide if Phantom (transmasc) would have a glans or a Christina…?