#transmasc phantom

[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.

[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!”

[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.

read on AO3

[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

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Penis Fly Trap

Summary: Well, hello, it's been a while since I've done one of these!

So, in a thread, @miasmaghoul came up with the idea of Mountain having a cunt that will clench so hard around a cock that it is like his knot that he won’t let go until he is ready too and has milked the holder’s balls dry. As she said, ‘It’s like one of those milking machines they use on dairy farms, and no one else has a clue how he manages it, but if Mount’s in the right mood, he’ll make the rounds and drain every pair of balls, he can find just to leave their owners sprawled and drooling in his wake.

Now, this gave me the idea of what if getting milked by Mountain is one of the initiations into the band you do to finally be a part of the pack?

Think of it like this, Phantom and Aurora have been on Earth for around 7 months now, and due to them having been on tour, it’s taken a while for them to get their “initiation” done. Of course, they’ve had sex with the rest of the band at least 5 times each by now, even with Mountain, but they have only heard stories of his cryptic power, which is his milking knot.

But today is the day.

Notes: I know I'm not the best at smut, but I tried my best, I hope y'all enjoy this! And happy new year!

-Love Whiskey <3

Words: 1.7K

The ghouls have been home for a month now, and everything has been set up for the event, which is essentially an all-day orgy. Poor Phantom and Aurora are already fucked out and stupid when it’s their turn with Mountain, having made their rounds with every other ghoul in the pack, from Dewdrop and Aether to Alpha and Omega to Zephyr and Ivy.

Utterly fucked out, holes loose and leaking with slick and cum, cocks sensitive and aching from overuse, Phantom and Aurora cling to each other as they approach Mountain, who is laid out prettily on the couch, idly stroking his hard little t-dick and smirking as a glob of slick drips out of his hole.

“Well, well, well, is it finally my turn?” he purrs as he beckons them closer with his wet fingers, offering the soaked appendages once they’re close enough.

Phantom can’t get his mouth around them fast enough, almost choking himself on them as he licks them clean.

“Oh yes, they’re ready to experience that tight little cunt” Aether chuckles darkly while he’s basically holding Swiss and Dewdrop upright. The giant smiles, “Is that right? Well, I think Phantom can go first since he’s being such a good boy for me. Why don’t you come give me that pretty cock”

The young Quintessence ghoul rushes between those pretty thighs, barely coherent enough to push his cock against that fluttering hole, but he manages. Managing to push all the way to the hilt in one go, making them both let out punched-out noises.

“Fuck-” Mountain groans as he’s filled with a cock for the first time today, having wanted to save himself for these two and not wanting to risk knotting anyone besides Phantom or Aurora. “Go on, sweet boy, take what you need.” the drummer coos, feeling the little ghoul kick inside him.

Phantom whines as his hips draw back before shooting forward, building into a frantic, needy pace that makes Mountain pant. That thick cockhead drags against his gummy walls, slamming into that sensitive spot in just the right way to make that knot in his taunt stomach begin to tighten rapidly.

The poor, needy Quint mewls as he feels Mountain clench, “So, so tight! Need…need more….wanna..feel” Placing a hand on that taught stomach, he pushes down until he feels his cock pistoning in and out, making the giant choke. “Lucifer below, Bug! Gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, to make me knot that pretty little cock and lock you inside me?” he pants out, long legs wrapping tightly around lean hips.

“Please da..mountain, wanna be stuck in you, wanna be knotted” Phantom babbles out, pleading with his big purple eyes, tail curling around his waist to rub that hard little t-dick. Moaning, the Earth ghoul sits up just enough to grip the Quint behind the head and yank him into a filthy kiss, licking into his mouth.

It only takes a few more well-aimed thrusts before Mountain’s eyes roll back into his skull as the knot in his stomach bursts. Clamping down around Phantom’s cock like a vise, locking him in place just as he cums as well. Shooting rope after rope of hot cum into that needy cunt.

Shaking, Phantom drops exhausted into Mountain’s arms, mewling and clawing at the couch as he babbles about how tight it is, how it’s milking him, that it’s too much.

Meanwhile, Aurora bursts into giggles as she watches, “Aww, poor Tommy can’t handle it!” but no one else joins her, making her slowly stop. “You’re laughing now, little songbird, but that’s the standard reaction for anyone experiencing Mountain’s cunt for the first time,” Swiss warns her with a sing-songy voice, smirking at her.

Her mismatched iridescent eyes widened, “Wha..what do you mean, no way?!” her voice cracks slightly as Sunshine presses up behind her, her spent cock slotting against her soft hip, “Oh honey, that tight little hole will quite literally eat you alive, we call it her Penis Fly Trap.”

Poor Aurora feels like she might explode before she gets the chance to experience this god who is so close yet so far as she watches Mountain rub Phantom’s back and coo soft praise to him as they both calm down. “Just…just how intense are we talking?” she asks nervously.

All the ghouls in the room look at each other, “Think about his normal tightness and multiply it by 10.” Alpha smirks at the little ghoulette, making her shudder just imagining it. “I…I think I can handle it better; I’m not nearly as dramatic as Phantom,” she stutters, making the older ghouls laugh.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re about to eat those words. It’s your turn now.” Zephyr nods to see Phantom sliding out of Mountain with a whimper, immediately collapsing beside him.

The giant sits up with a smirk as Aurora creeps forward. “Hello, little one, are you ready for your turn?” his deep voice made her shudder and thick cock kick between her thighs. Mountain licks his lips as he studies her.

While Phantom is by no means small, Aurora is certainly the bigger of the two. Her cock is at least 7 inches long and almost as thick as Aether, about the width of a beer can, with a pretty pink head that makes his mouth water. It would be such the perfect mouthful for him, imagining just cockwarming her in his throat until she's mewling. But he quickly shakes off the thoughts as she comes within reach.

Holding out a hand, “Why don’t you sit, songbird? No offense, but I’m not quite sure you’re tall enough to fuck me standing,” he teases as her small soft palm meets his.

Aurora’s cheeks flush as she lets him pull her to sit beside him, just for the giant to suddenly move to straddle her lap. Chest heaving, she stares up into those intense green eyes as he takes her cock in hand, “Deep breath, little daffodil, I’m not stopping until I’m done,” is the only warning she gets before Mountain sinks down on her cock with a debauched moan.

Eyes rolling back in her skull as she’s engulfed in tight, hot, gummy walls, Aurora lets out a high-pitched cry, hips stuttering up to try and follow as he lifts himself up. “What did we say, honey? Now enjoy the ride 'cause you just got yourself stuck,” Aether’s voice comes from somewhere she could care less from, focused solely on the tight cunt swallowing up her cunt with each bounce of the large ghoul in her lap.

Her little tits bounce as she grips those lean hips, “Aww sweetheart, did you talk a big game but are unable to keep up with it? Such a stupid little girl, why don’t you just sit there and let me use you like the pretty little toy you are” Mountain coos are he reaches down to stroke his cock in quick little movements.

Poor Aurora feels her brain melting out of her ears as she feels her balls begin to draw up, “Cl..close! Go..Gonna cum” she mewls as she feels the giant clench around her. “Go right ahead, sweetheart. But like I said, I won’t stop until I’m done.”

Aurora lets out a panicked noise as she feels him speed up even more, “Fuck, I’m gonna have to use you two more often, such perfect little toys,” Mountain groans; this is when she notices Phantom kneeling behind them just before his tongue runs from her balls all the way up Mountain’s slit.

The sensation of both Mountain’s cunt squeezing her cock and that filthy little tongue lapping at her is her ultimate downfall. T only takes two passes before she’s shooting deep inside that pretty cock. Squelching noises fill the den as cum begins to leak out that tight hole around her cock, but Phantom is quick to clean this up.

Unfortunately, Aurora realizes Mountain wasn’t kidding as he chuckles darkly, “Aww sweetheart, did you cum?” he coos as she begins to squirm under him, “I told you, I'm not stopping until I am done,” his voice dark as he pins her wrists to the couch when she tries to unsuccessfully shove him off to no avail.

“You know what you can say to stop this, but you won’t feel that pretty cunt cum around you,” Swiss teases from somewhere, but she can’t even hear him as blood pounds in her ears.

It’s all too much, the wet, silky walls squeezing her like a vice, the weight atop her, the hot tongue lapping at her balls. It all leads to her squirting again less than two minutes later.

The poor ghoulette squeals when she finally feels Mountain's cum; that already too-tight vice becomes even tighter, slick gushing around her when he squirts, moaning like a whore as he desperately rubs his clit until he's gushing a mess on Phantom’s face and Aurora’s lap.

Phantom laps desperately to try and catch every drop of cum he possibly can until Mountain is shaking with overstimulation.

There are whoops and hollers of excitement from around them from the ghouls as Mountain slumps onto the couch, curling his large body around Aurora’s tiny one.

Aether comes behind them a few minutes later, running a gentle hand up Mountain’s spine after pulling Phantom up to sit back on the couch. “Lucifer, dammit, Mount, I think you broke the poor thing,” he chuckles when he sees the ghoulette is crossed-eyed and drooling. To which the giant chuckles himself, “Well, I did warn her; she should’ve held it,” he hisses as he slowly lifts himself off, groaning as he collapses on the couch.

Chuckling while Sitting down, Aether pulls those thin but powerful thighs apart to inspect that swollen cunt, lips puffy and clit standing at attention as slick and cum drools from his hole. From behind him, Phantom whines.

Smirking, “Aww buggy, do you wanna clean Mounty out?” he asks Phantom, who nods. “Well, go ahead.” Aether pulls him by the back of the neck between those thighs as Mountain’s eyes widen.

That night, the giant broke in two new members of the pack and was thoroughly rewarded by Phantom’s mouth and the rest of the pack. Let’s just say that the poor giant couldn’t walk right for a week afterward

[ashthewaterghoul]

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

[certifiedsexed]

man i'm a uterus-ovaries-vulva-haver on t for a year, and have been wanting to be on t for nearly a decade, and i didn't know phantom periods were a thing!

Yep! Some people don't experience them, to be fair, and information on taking HRT is still fairly stigmatized, so that's unfortunately common.

Congrats on learning something new, though. <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:

[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

[thatonequeerk1d]

CALLING ALL TRANSMASCS 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

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

[elvenmoans]

I've never seen any other trans people mention phantom pain after top surgery. It's an amputation and your body reacts like it's an amputation. 9 years later and I still get phantom pain, like a deep ache as if my breast was being squeezed really hard. Less often and for shorter periods of time than before, but it's still there.

(very worth not having breasts I just think ppl should know what is possible afterwards)