#transmasc swiss

[forlorn-crows]

Crowwwwww babyyyyyyy what if i said quintessence assitsted somno where Swiss wakes up and finds light sleeper Dew huffing his way thru a wet dream uses that itty bitty bit of spooky shadow magick he has to keep Dew under while he plays with his cute little cock and teases his nipssss

this one got a little long but i wrote the entire thing through terrible brain fog so . . . i still hope you like it 🥺

consensual dubious consent somnophilia / transmasc swiss (cock/dick/folds/cunt for his anatomy) / 'kitten' used as a petname

Dew’s stomach tenses under his palm, the muscles contracting and releasing with another breathy moan. His cock does the same, throbbing against the air, the sheets long since kicked to the end of the bed from naked, tousled-limb sleep. 

Swiss loves when he gets like this. Unabashed. Body completely taken by his dreams. He’ll forgive Dew for waking him up if it’s because he’s twitching and groaning so nicely. Swiss wouldn’t dare miss his chance to watch. To fondle. To fuck with. 

The multi ghoul reaches down between his legs, eyes still trained on his face. He grabs hold of Dew’s cock, squeezing at the base. Smirking when it earns him a pretty whimper and a twitch of his upper lip. 

“That’s it, come on,” Swiss goads quietly, stroking from root to tip. Milking a pearl of wetness to the tip. He only succeeds in getting a few more strokes in before Dew’s legs tense and his brows pinch together. 

“Wha . . .” he rasps, face contorting fully into confusion. Swiss just watches him stumble into consciousness, hand still stroking as his brain catches up to the sensations of his body. Dew grumbles and blinks his eyes open, struggling to find the source of disturbance in the dark of the room. 

Swiss gives him a squeeze, and he yips. 

“The fuck—’wiss? Why’re you-ugh.” Swiss squeezes him again, and he throbs. 

“Shh, don’t worry about it, baby,” he coos, falsely sweet. “Lookin’ so good, I just had to touch.”

Dew grumbles again, half-heartedly pushing on Swiss’ arm. “Get off,” he whines.

The multi ghoul easily presses him back down to the bed with a hand on his sternum and clicks his tongue. “Just have some nice dreams for me, sweetheart, ‘kay?” He gathers a little ball of magick under his palm, as light as an exhaled drag of a joint. Smoky like it too, dark and swirling as it hovers over Dew’s chest. 

“Y’re a di—” But he doesn’t get to finish his insult, because Swiss presses that little ball into his skin, imbuing it with an easy slumber. His voice dies off with a sigh, pupils going in opposite directions as his eyes flutter back into his head. The hand on Swiss’ arm goes limp and falls back down to the bed, as does his head as it lolls to the side on the pillow. His dick, of course, still stays hard, and to Swiss’ delight, a snore rumbles softly out of Dew’s chest on his next inhale, mouth nice and lax. 

He flicks at the jewelry running through his nipple. “Out like a light,” he teases. “So much better when you let me do what I want.” He throbs between his legs at the prospect.

He abandons his cock in favor of his chest. Pinching both nipples until they darken and stick out. He’s awarded a hitched sigh as he continues to pull. Twisting and tugging until Dew’s fingers start to twitch against the mattress. Swiss knows he’s playing with them past the point of pleasure, but it’s one of his favorite things to do—play and flick and pinch until they’re red and almost swollen. His chest grows red too, a rosy blush that grazes his jawline and bleeds down to his collarbones just as slow and syrupy as the line of saliva tracking down from the corner of his mouth. 

Swiss tsks. “Always so messy. Your cock drooling, too?” 

He looks down and sees that it is—throbbing against the air, too. The multi ghoul hums and considers what to do with it. Suck him until he blows? Keep him hard and unfulfilled? His cunt throbs, reminding him of what he really wants. To use him. Milk him dry. 

“Time to play, baby.” Swiss straddles his thighs and hisses as he strokes himself at the sight before him. Dew sighs through a quiet moan, eyes tracking behind his eyelids as he dreams. His little cock jumps again, bumping against the back of Swiss’ hand and streaking it with precum.

“Needy,” he chastises. Even in sleep, Dew’s body begs for him. Whether he’s dreaming of Swiss or someone else, he doesn’t mind. So long as he stays placid and moldable by the multi ghoul’s hands. “Just want something tight and warm to stick it in, don’t you?” Another throb. “Yeah, little guy knows what it wants.”

Swiss shuffles up a little further so he can settle Dew’s cock between his folds. He grinds over the length of it. Sighing at the heat of him, the way the tip kisses against the head of his own. 

“Wanna cum in it so bad, don’t ya? So hard, baby,” Swiss coos, grinding a little harder. In his sleep, Dew’s eyes flutter, no doubt crossing behind his eyelids as he sighs with a breathy groan. His cunt clenches. “Lemme see how much you like that.”

Swiss reaches up to his face and pulls back one of his lids, indeed finding the blown-out pupil turned towards his nose. He wiggles his hips and watches as it twitches upwards, only to slowly roll back down again. He smooths back the other eyelid and finds the same; cross-eyed at the dreams in his head and the real feedback from his body. Dew’s thigh twitches beneath him.

Swiss hums. “So cute, kitten. Wish you’d let me see that all the time.” He lets Dew’s eyes close once more, patting him on the cheek before going back to his task. 

It doesn’t take long to slick up proper, not with the endless amount of precum drooling from Dew the harder he grinds. He’d love to stick it in barely wet, really make the skin pull and catch. Could, under normal circumstances. The both of them rather like the little tinge of challenge, of pain. But the fire ghoul’s cock just won’t stop blurting out wetness until the noise is lewd and creamy between them, so he has no choice but to be soaked with it. 

The multi ghoul groans bodily as his little cock plumps up to full hardness, heartbeat practically beating in his stomach. He reaches down and gives it a rub to alleviate some of the built up arousal, groaning even louder. Dew’s dick kicks in response. 

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs. “Could get off just like this. Make your pretty cock just beg to get inside me while I cum on it. Watch you squirt all over yourself when you just can’t keep it in anymore.”

“Hu-uh,” Dew gurgles, tossing his head to the other side of the pillow.

“Yeah, I bet,” Swiss replies, not unlike he’s conversing with a babbling kit. He twirls his finger around himself, indulgent. Dragging up through the hair on his mound and his belly, spreading the slick there as he admires the sleepy form beneath him. “Think I wanna fuck you more, though.”

Swiss rises to his knees and preps to do just that—leaning forward just so, taking a moment to spread the mix of slick and precum throughout his folds, and reaching below to grasp Dew’s cock at the base and raise it proudly. He runs the head of it along his slit, up and down and back again with agonizing slowness that makes even his own blood pound. 

“Shit, baby, you make me so hard,” Swiss grunts. “You feel that? How hot you get me?” He nudges the tip against his entrance, fluttering it purposefully to wring another quiet gasp from Dew’s slack mouth. And again, he brings it up towards his own length, sitting the little head of it on top of Dew’s. Snuggling it into the slit just for it to get coated with a pearly bead of pre when he squeezes his hand around the base. 

“Un-h-holy shit.” Any semblance of eloquence he had in this situation dies on his tongue at the sight. “Fuck, get it inside.”

He shifts Dew’s cock back to his hole and sinks down. Gasping at the first pop of the head as it slides inside. All the way down until their hips meet and Swiss can feel him nudged just in the right spot. He braces his hands on Dew’s chest and gives an experimental wiggle.

“Yeah, right there,” he groans. “Fuck.” The multi ghoul starts a nasty grind, tilting his pelvis so his dick rubs against Dew’s happy trail with each buck of his hips. It’s a cross between a tickle and harsh scratch, but the stray pre dripped into the hair makes for a delicious slide. He’s so hot inside, throbbing with every movement.

“Good toy, kitten,” Swiss rasps. He tosses his head back, spreading his thighs so he really gets in deep and prods at all of his secret spots. “Guhfuck.”

“Fuu—huh—” Dew echoes, tail sweeping towards his calf. It’s all the warning Swiss gets before he’s spilling inside with a shudder, cumming far too quickly for his liking. But still, it’s hot and wet and gets his own dick throbbing even more. 

“Fuckin’ fill me up,” he grunts, bouncing to fuck it in deeper. “But don’t think I’m done with ya, baby.”

[sunset-graves]

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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[noahl-art]

Did my T shot yesterday and had FEELINGS

So have a sweet little piece about trans intimacy with Mountain helping Swiss with his shot 🥹❤️ Swiss isn't afraid of needles or uncomfortable at all, but Mountain just loves sharing this special moment with him 🥹

CW : needle / non sexual nudity below the cut

[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 >_<

[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*

[dogywoofer996]

Woof, woof!

Geared up and posting it for the first time!!

Swiss Shepherd wolfpup, reporting for duty! Aroof!

NOTE: THIS DOG IS SHY AND ANXIOUS BUT EXTREMELY FRIENDLY. please interact.

[everybodyshusband]

deus in absentia ; chapter two

[previously known as: you're so goddamn frail]

rain/swiss (the band ghost)

explicit | m/m | 6.6k words (12.5k overall) | HURT/COMFORT, coming out, crying (so much crying), making up, pet names, so much LOVE, supportive as fuck swiss, anxiety, unreliable narrator rain

—the world's biggest thank you's are in order for @spoiledleaff who helped with a few sections that were giving me grief months and months ago and to @ghoultrifle who beta'd this whole chapter and has been far more enthusiastic about this whole thing than i ever expected anyone to be <3 and if we could all pretend that this chapter hasn't taken me over a year to write and publish that'd be GREAT ksnksjfdf i hope you all enjoy the fic as much as i've enjoyed writing it !!!

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !!

As time went on and the earth ghoul still hadn’t returned, Rain found that his eyes kept flicking back to the plant mischievously, tempted to pour at least some of his water into the pot, just to see if Mountain would really notice, or if the earth ghoul was just using Rain’s lacking knowledge of earth ghoul magick to his advantage. Unfortunately for Rain’s ever-present sense of mischief, the calmer and at least vaguely rational side of him told him to suck it up and finish the glass; if not to avoid the worsening of his headache, then at least to avoid Mountain’s inevitably disappointed shake of his head. He drained the remaining water in the glass and set it on a side table, more than happy to wait by himself for however long it took Mountain to come back. Before he had the chance to sit with himself for very long however, the sound of running footsteps in the hallway startled him. Excitement sparked in him at the thought that Mountain would be back so soon, along with confusion as to why the earth ghoul would be running to return now that he knew Rain was safe. When he heard a voice call out however, it wasn’t Mountain’s.

“Rain? Baby?”

Rain froze, heart beating as his breath caught in his throat and unshed tears began to sting at the corners of his eyes. Not now. Please not now.

Not when he’d just started to feel better.

“There you are, mi renacuajo.” Rain turned his head towards the door slowly, inhaling sharply at the sight of Swiss standing there, breathing heavily, a relieved smile on his face for having found his love. “I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to find you, Rainy.” Rain could feel his chest heaving faster and with less and less rhythm the more Swiss talked. No matter how hard he tried to control his breathing, his body shook with the force of it and the tears were now threatening to spill down his cheeks.

The second Swiss noticed this however, the smile dropped off his face, immediately replaced by a concerned slant to his mouth and a worried furrow of his eyebrows as he scanned Rain up and down, no doubt taking in the signs of distress. He walked over and crouched on the floor in front of Rain, careful to avoid contact with the water ghoul. “Are you– Are you alright?”

Rain opened his mouth to tell Swiss he was fine, to tell him not to worry, to tell him to go away and leave him alone, but all that came out was a choked sob. Once he started crying again, Rain quickly realised he couldn’t stop himself. It wasn’t the multi ghoul’s fault, it never was, but the sight of Swiss had brought back every single turbulent emotion Rain had been experiencing that day. Despair and dysphoria washed over him knowing that Swiss would, inevitably, say the wrong thing and there was nothing the water ghoul could do about it. This was only followed by waves of worthlessness that took immense delight in reminding Rain that he’d be able to stop these horrible situations if only he could suck it up and tell swiss; if only he could stop being so fucking pathetic. At Mountain’s appearance, Rain had thought the worst of his day was over, but now, with Swiss’ return and remnants of his thoughts from earlier coming back in full force, he wasn’t so sure.

Who was Rain to keep such sensitive information about himself, one of the multi ghoul’s packmates, a secret from him? Who was he to use Swiss as a means of making himself feel worse without his knowledge; to force the multi ghoul to fuck him while neglecting to tell him the full details of Rain’s situation and identity? And who was he to be able to do nothing but cry at the mere sight of Swiss, his friend; his partner? He wasn’t even able to pull himself together enough to pretend he was fine, to relieve Swiss of his worries and reassure him that he’d done nothing wrong. Sathanas, Rain was a fraud. A burden. How dare he let himself break down like this in front of Swiss? All he had to do was smile, hold back the tears, and nod serenely in order to convince the multi ghoul that he was okay.

So why couldn’t he just do that?

[read the rest on ao3 !!]

[iamthecomet]

Take it or leave it, Swiss sucking on transmasc rains tits after a show?

😌

Hnnngghkjsdahfasdf.

Rain doesn't always let him touch like this. Prefering to take the reins. To boss Swiss around, get him on his knees in the guise of putting him in his place. That's ok--Swiss likes it down there. Likes the view when he's under Rain in any capacity. Loves the way Rain's thighs hug his hips, his face. Loves to watch the muscles in Rain's stomach jolt, clench. Loves how his little tits bounce. The way they shake with the rest of him when Swiss gets him close with his tongue or his thumb pressed tight over his swollen clit. Swiss, truly, will take Rain any way he can get him.

But this? It's a rarity. That Rain let him do this at all feels like a miracle, a gift that Swiss isn't about to squander or think too hard about. Swiss has Rain's shirt open, vest discarded on the dressing room floor. Rain's usually steady fingers are fumbling with the laces on his mask, struggling to pull it off even as Swiss is bullying him backward. Shoving him against the greenroom wall. Rain gives up on the mask, he grips Swiss' collar instead, Pulling him in. Swiss just barely manages to reach up and tug Rain's balaclava down before Rain forces their mouths together. Swiss licks into Rain's mouth, pushing the taste of waxy lipstick into his tongue and Rain lets him. Opening wide, gasping into Swiss' mouth when their tongues press together. Slow, and sloppy and slick. Swiss presses his knee between Rain's thighs, feels the smaller ghoul grind down. Burning hot between his legs already. It's only a matter of time before his slick seeps through, soaks his pants and Swiss' thigh all at once. Swiss pulls back, Rain chases his lips. His face smeared with black paint and lipstick down to his chin. Swiss wipes at it with a thumb but really only manages to smear it around. Rain whines, head tipping back, mask loose but not off. Swiss thinks about helping him. About pulling it off and dragging his fingers through his soft dark curls. About seeing the way Rain's eyes are more black than cerulean. But there are more pressing matters at hand. Mostly, Rain's little tits, pressed tight up against Swiss' shirt. Swiss drags a big hand up Rain's stomach, over his ribs where his gils are glamored away to cup one. Swiss should be able to keep his composure, but Rain is so soft here. Supple, decadent flesh pillowed against his hand. He can't bite back a groan--doesn't even bother to try. Rain answers with a sharp roll of his hips, a whimper. Riding higher on Swiss' thigh so every little grind drags Rain's thigh over the rapidly growing bulge behind Swiss' zipper. There's barely a handful, easily hidden beneath Rain's uniform. The skin on the underside is so soft Swiss can barely think of anything else. He looks down, drags his finger over a dusky nipple and watches the way it pebbles. Rain leans further back into the wall, canting his hips towards Swiss, chasing pleasure on his thigh. Watching Swiss through heavily lidded eyes as Swiss bends to run the flat of his tongue over the other nipple. Rain tastes like sweat. Salt and damp cotton. Swiss sucks the bud into his mouth, scrapes his teeth over it as it hardens on his tongue. The noise Rain makes fills Swiss' brain with static. He rolls Rain's other nipple between his thumb and middle finger. He holds Rain close with his other hand, braced in the delicate arch of Rain's back. "Swiss--ah--I'm--shit--" "You close already, princess?" Swiss asks. Pulling off of Rain's tit with a wet pop. He waits for Rain's little nod, the frantic jolt of his head, before he switches. Pulling the other one into his mouth. Pressing his palm over the spit slicked one, squeezing. Dragging blunt nails and teeth over the sensitive skin while Rain chases his orgasm on Swiss' thigh. He can feel the wetness now. Warm, and sticky, soaking through his uniform pants, conspicuous even on the black fabric. Through the soaked fabric he can feel the hard ridge of Rain's clit dragging over his thigh.

"So fucking pretty." Swiss mumbles, looking up at Rain, watching the way his mouth drops open. Lips spit slick and bitten red. His dark blush is spilling down what little of Rain's skin Swiss can see. "C'mon, Rainy. Give it to me." Swiss' cock aches. But he'll get his later. Will get Rain on his knees to suck him off. Maybe Rain will sit on his face after, let him taste the fruits of his labor. Right now, he can't focus on that. He can't think beyond the fuzz in his brain, and the way Rain trembles against him. Breath punching out of him with each grind over Swiss' thigh. The rhythm faltering, thighs tensing. Swiss pinches Rain's nipple between his teeth, rolls it over sharp fangs and Rain is gone. Head bouncing off of the wall with force that makes Swiss glad he's still wearing his mask. A high pitched whine breaking through his clenching teeth that probably everyone backstage can hear. The thought makes Swiss throb. Swiss is loathe to pull off. To button Rain's shirt up, to cover him up. There's no hiding his wet thigh--he doesn't want to. Knows he reeks of Rain and he likes that just fine too. Rain sags against him as Swiss rights his clothing, does all his buttons up for him as Rain's fingers remain limp at his sides, narrow chest still heaving. "Not done with you yet," Swiss promises. Rain bumps his mask against Swiss', fake horns knocking into each other. "Good."

[pickled-flowers]

I have such a hard time relating to cishet people like wtf 😭

[forlorn-crows]

𝑺𝒐𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Rain/Dew, Swiss/Aurora Words: 2625 Tags: voyeurism, exposition, humiliation kink, vaginal fingering, anal sex, transmasc Rain, transfemme Aurora, cum eating, squirting, thigh fucking, oral sex, choking, vaginal penetration.

Summary: The multi ghoul’s next moan is sinful; it’s a zing of hot arousal right to his cunt, and Rain barely has time to sink down to his knees before a warm body presses against his back, the culprit wrapping an arm around his waist and slapping a hand over his mouth. 

Note: transfemme!Aurora (cock/dick used for her anatomy); transmasc!Rain (cock/dick/clit/cunt/folds used for his anatomy). beta'd by @miasmaghoul.

happy belated birthday, @st-danger!

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He’s had his hand down his pants the minute he heard them kissing.

The scene that plays out before him is too electric, too good to resist. It’s late, but curiosity got the best of him. He had to get up. He had to look. And he can’t stop now, fully slick and throbbing between his fingers as he is. 

“Swiss . . . aah . . .fuck, baby . . .” Aurora’s voice carries across the hall as Swiss takes her from behind. Big hands wrapping tight around her hips and slamming her ass back on every thrust. 

Propped up on the outside of his own doorway, he can see straight through the crack into Swiss’ room. Instead of fucking on the bed, he’s got her bent over the desk perpendicular to the window—no doubt they’re hitting against the shared wall to Aeon’s room. Rain rubs himself a little faster at the thought of him also getting off to it, sleep pants pushed under his balls as he thrusts into his own fists. Maybe he’s hoping they don’t hear him. He bites back a moan at the mental image. 

“ . . . good for me . . .fuckin’ look at you . . . pretty taking my cock . . . '' Swiss' voice has that irresistible raspy tone to it and a lilt that never fails to make Rain’s knees wobble. He can hear how fast she’s pulling at her little cock, how fast Swiss pounds into her. Skin slapping harshly against skin. Through the tiny crack in the door, Rain can see the skirt of her lingerie hiked high on her hips, his sliver of view going from baby pink to ashen skin and back again.  

“Right there, fuck me, baby . . .” Aurora’s whines, high-pitched and giggly. Every night she’s with Swiss is a treat, and every sweet noise that he wrings out of her is a kick to Rain’s gut. A series of staccato ah-ah-ah’s punched from her throat each time Swiss’ hips meet her ass, decadent and reedy and as perfect as a porn star. 

The multi ghoul’s next moan is sinful; it’s a zing of hot arousal right to his cunt, and Rain barely has time to sink down to his knees before a warm body presses against his back, the culprit wrapping an arm around his waist and slapping a hand over his mouth. 

“Mmpf—” Rain staggers, hand faltering over his dick.

“What do we have here, starfish?” Dew purrs quietly into his ear. “Playin’ naughty voyeur tonight?” 

Rain tries to say something, play the game of defending himself, but it’s no use behind Dew’s firm hand. 

The fire ghoul laughs quietly. He peeks over Rain’s shoulder to see what he sees. “Jealous you’re not his princess tonight?”

Rain’s reminded of their positions onstage, the way Dew will hiss diabolical things into his ear with his hand around his neck, just to get him slick in his compression shorts. Far too often has he imagined him going further: unzipping his stage pants and slicing through his underlayers to expose him behind the body of his bass. Canting his hips against his ass so his clit would rub against the lacquered surface. He’d plea for him to stop, yet simultaneously lean into Dew’s fingers if they traveled down. It would be a lie to insist he wouldn’t love the rush of shame from being shown off—exposed—to thousands of people. 

The prospect of only two people seeing him is arousing enough.

He wriggles in Dew’s grasp now, barely containing a whimper and shaking his head in a poor excuse for a protest. 

“Get off on this, don’t you? Bet you’re dripping for it.” Rain shakes his head again, even though the wetness around his fingers agrees with him. Dew sucks his teeth and dips the arm around his middle lower down. “You sure about that?” Testing. Teasing. 

Dew meets his fingers between his folds, and Rain has to fight his eyes from rolling back at the touch of his hot fingers.��

“Hu–uh,” he mumbles behind his hand. 

“Shhhh. Wouldn’t want them to hear us, would you?” Dew’s breath makes his ear twitch. His little cock twitches too, right under Dew’s palm. His body always gives everything away. 

The fire ghoul huffs a laugh. “You’d love to get caught,” he whispers. His fingers start to move, dipping down to his entrance and back up again—slow, steady strokes that make Rain sigh heavily through his nose. “What would Swiss say if he caught you spying on him? Do you think he’d punish you? Make you watch him fuck Rora ‘til she screams?” 

As if on cue, Aurora cries out behind the door: “Faster—fuck, faster, baby . . .” The desk knocks louder against the wall, picking up speed. Rain digs his nails into Dew’s arm and groans. Not-so-silently begging him to go faster, too. His other hand hovers dumbly over his dick, fingers brushing against the back of Dew’s hand each time it comes up to stroke him. 

“Can feel how much you want it,” Dew breathes over his gills, causing a hard shudder to run all the way down to the tips of his toes. “Yeah? Tell me how bad.”

The fire ghoul removes his hand from his mouth, and Rain’s neck cranes back stiffly with how much effort it takes to stay quiet. Tendons ramrod straight and straining. Dew only lets him catch his breath for a few seconds before his hand drops down to his chest, kneading at one of his tits through his thin t-shirt. Making him breath a shaky sigh. Working it until the nipple pebbles and goosebumps run down his biceps. Rain gets lost in it—lost in the slide of Dew’s slick fingers over his dick and the heat over each of his tits. Lost in how Dew huffs against the webbing of his ear and presses himself to Rain’s back. Despite his smaller stature, he’s engulfed by his heat; so much so that his brain goes fuzzy and he nearly forgets where he is. A moan hovers behind his teeth, and he’s about to let it slip from his lips—like the saliva starting to escape from the corner of his mouth—when the sound of Swiss’ palm smacking Aurora’s ass pulls him from his stupor.  

Dew’s question dissolves from Rain’s mind, evaporating into the ether with the last of his self-control. 

His body language was certainly enough of an answer, but still Dew tuts. “Useless.”

“Gorgeous,” Swiss purrs instead. “That’s it, show it off for me . . .” He watches him grab the band of Aurora’s bra and push her chest down to the top of the desk, forcing her back into a sharp arch. Little tummy covered by the front of her skirt. Her hole is tight around his cock, cheeks red and raw where he spanked them. And behind her, Swiss is so big. Easily twice her width and making sure she knows it.

“Could look at that all day, couldn’t you?” Dew teases. “Wish it were you bent over that desk instead, so I could watch Swiss shove that big cock into this tight little hole.” 

“F-fuck,” Rain gasps. 

Dew hums, barely above a whisper. Takes the hand on his tit and slides it down his spine, dipping past the waistband of his boxers and slipping his fingers between his cheeks. He can’t help but clench at nothing as his fingers go down, down, down. Rain has to grip the doorframe when he finally presses against his hole, mouth dropping open in a silent cry. He’s wet there, too; he can’t help it. Dew knows more than anyone how fast he can soak through a garment, how slick he can keep anything he lets inside. Rain feels a gush of it dribble past both sets of digits, scenting the air around them with saltiness and desperation. 

“Fuck, could take you just like this,” the fire ghoul breathes. He may grind against the back of his own hand, but Rain can feel that he’s hard just by the heat that seeps through to his skin. “Turn you into the show.” 

It’s the first thing Dew says that gets a real sound out of him—high and quiet in the back of his throat, but a moan nonetheless. A victory for the fire ghoul, a surrender for himself.

It’s been a while since Dew’s had him like this: wet, whimpering, knees jelly-like at every word he utters. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t like him pressed up against his back, touching him in all the right ways to get him to out himself to his unknowing audience. It’s the best part of watching for Rain anyway—the risk. The feeling that secretly, maybe the ones that he watches know he’s watching. Think he’s pathetic or pervy for looking when he’s not supposed to. Those nerves, that chance he’ll get a sick curl of embarrassment from being caught, are what gets him off. 

Now is no different; he thinks he catches Swiss’ eyes as he tosses his head back, and his stomach swoops. Shame and anxiety shoot straight to his cock, and his hips stutter against Dew’s hand. Knowing every movement brings him closer to echoing his pleasure down the hallway. 

And fuck, he wants it bad.

“Dew.” The water ghoul turns his head and breathes his name into his temple. Pleading. Dew tucks his face into the crook of his neck, proud nose pressed to the delicate gill fins. He hums into them so the vibrations go right down to his dick, then flicks across the head of it just to be a bastard. 

Across the hall, Swiss groans that he’s cumming. Fuck, Rora, take it, can’t stop. He buries himself in her body, grunting as he spasms through his release. 

“. . . baby, fill me up, yes!”

Dew circles his rim with the pad of his finger, simultaneously taking his cock in a loose grip between his fingers and jerking him in earnest. “Gonna spill too?” 

Rain bites back a curse. Bucks into his fingers. “Take—fff–fuck, take it out.” He can feel the smirk against his shoulder as Dew shakes his head. 

“What, this?” Dew takes his hand out of Rain’s boxers and replaces the pressure with the clothed ridge of his dick. Placing his palm over the water ghoul’s stomach and sandwiching their hips together. He grinds, and Rain can feel every inch of it. The arm around him keeps him from hitting the floor when his knees buckle.

“Want it,” he pleads dumbly. “Make—make me—”

Dew interrupts by shoving his and Rain’s shorts down, freeing his cock and promptly sticking it between his thighs. There’s hardly any friction as he does so, his slender length snuggling perfectly below the water ghoul’s own sex. Hot and hard against his cool and wet. When he looks down, he can just see the rosy head of it poking through his folds. Foreskin pulled back and a mix of pre and slick snuggled in the slit. 

Rain has to cover his own mouth then, whining through his nose as he watches Swiss pull out, drop to his knees, and lick his own load out of Aurora’s ass. His clever tongue wastes nothing of his own spend, and the little ghoulette twitches in delight. The shudder that runs through Rain nearly shakes them both, and his cunt clenches hard above Dew’s cock. 

“That’s it,” he grunts, grinding a little. “Cum over it. Want you to soak it before I fuck you.” 

Through the crack in the door, Rain watches Swiss smack Aurora’s ass and usher her to sit on the desk facing him. She’s so pretty in that two piece set. Now that she’s turned around, Rain can see the heart-shaped jewelry running through her nipples poking through the thin lace. Maybe they have jewels on them, too; Rain can’t tell, but they’re nice to look at. She daintily lifts the front of her skirt so the multi ghoul can dive in and swallow her down. Gripping her thighs and hollowing out his cheeks the way she likes. 

“Fuck, yes, baby,” she moans. Her perfectly manicured hand grasps the back of his head, shoving him down even further as she crosses her legs behind his neck. “Suck this pretty cock.” Swiss hums around her, and she tosses her head back in pleasure.

And then. Aurora lifts her head back up. Lidded eyes fixed somewhere over Swiss’ shoulder. Her mouth drops open in a gasp, and then, perfectly through the crack in the door, her and Rain’s eyes meet for one heated, devastating moment. 

Her flushed face instantly lights up. She giggles and bites her lip, tucking the hem of her skirt into its waistband so he can see Swiss’ lips nestle into the neatly-trimmed hair at the base of her cock. 

Aurora winks.

Rain’s cumming before he has time to process it, biting his palm so hard he nearly draws blood from his fangs. Their gaze breaks when his eyes roll back, thighs squeezing around Dew’s cock as he curls in on himself, bucking against his fingers and grinding his ass back against the fire ghoul’s hips. 

“Fuckin’ hells, squeeze it—” the fire ghoul hisses. His hand comes up to his throat, squeezing hard on the arteries. “Come on, soak it—soak my cock.” As if he could stop the gush of slick and fluid that the contractions of his orgasm squeeze out, pouring over Dew’s shaft and soaking into his boxers. There’s enough of it that it runs down the backs of his thighs, heedless to his mental pleas for it to stay contained to his underwear. They’ll smell him now, no doubt. Dew thrusts through it messily. Sounds of Rain’s release and his garbled chokes overly loud and lewd in the silence of the hall. 

Aurora is quick to follow his crest of pleasure, thrusting her little hips against Swiss’ face as she moans so sweetly. The multi ghoul groans deeply as she shoots down his throat. Tiny toes curling into his locs and those sparkly nails digging into the edge of the desk. 

Dew yanks his hand away, and Rain sucks in air like he nearly just drowned.

“Bend over,” Dew pants. He tugs Rain’s hips backwards through the doorway, and the water ghoul has to grab both the door handle and its frame to keep from hitting the floor. “Yeah, like that, lean back—” Dew hinges him at the hips—shoulders in the middle of the doorway and ass into the bedroom—and makes him sink down low enough until his cunt is at a perfect height to stick it in. His legs will start to shake in no time, but Dew’s in charge. So Rain stays standing. 

The fire ghoul steps on the waistband of his boxers to bring them to the floor and expose his drenched cunt, rumbling appreciatively at the way his slick has left wet tracks down his legs. 

“Fuck, you made a mess,” he breathes, tapping his dick against Rain’s hole. “Bet they can smell you all the way over there. How long before they catch this fucked out little princess?” He doesn’t know one of them already has, but Dew slides his dick inside his wet heat before Rain can even think to answer. Hot hands gripping tight on his hips and pelvis slapping wetly against his twitching cheeks. He gives no mercy, thrusting into him hard and fast the first time he bottoms out. 

Rain hangs his head below his shoulders and takes it. He lets a full-body groan tumble from his lips, face growing hot as he’s powerless to resist exposing himself to the others. As if he could even try to hold anything back now. Dew laughs and fucks him, intending to make sure everyone hears his pathetic, embarrassed cries. 

Across the hall, Swiss chuckles.

[sunset-graves]

demons become angels to some

CHAPTER ONE of ONE

Pairing: Dewdrop/Swiss Rating: Explicit Words: 3147

When he first took to coming to Dew’s stage to distract him, it wasn’t really a new thing. Whispers in his ear, trying to fuck with his guitar, and the other night was a bite of the shoulder. All expected, in a way. Dew thought – quite naïvely – that it might stop there. But he should have known better than to underestimate the multi ghoul.

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[noahl-art]

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[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.

[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.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Body & Mind - A Phantom Ghoul One Shot

So Swiss, ever the caring partner, took Phantom’s plate of food and gently knocked on their door. No response came so Swiss tried the handle and found it unlocked. He had just intended on dropping the food by Phantom’s bedside for whenever they woke up but the sight of the little Bug broke Swiss’ heart. They were curled up so small and hidden under many blankets with their back to the door. They had an extremely large plain black hoodie on that Swiss knew had been dubbed their ‘dysphoria hoodie’. Swiss walked around the nest and saw Phantom was awake, staring at nothing while tears rolled down their face. Or, Phantom is feeling dysphoric, and Swiss helps.

Words: 1.9k

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Phantom/Rain, Phantom/Swiss

Tags: Gender dysphoria, hurt/comfort, fluff, they/them Phantom, he/they Rain, transmasc Phantom and Rain, HRT, chest binding, Aether pops up for a second too, and transmasc Dew mention, author is projecting, implied polyghouls.

Warnings: Period talk/period-induced dysphoria, a lil mention of slightly unsafe binding practices and a tiny bit of medical language as Phantom talks about their HRT and their issues with it.

Terms used for Phantom and Rain’s anatomy - Chest and tissue.

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    It was about halfway through the day when Swiss realised he hadn’t seen Phantom yet. The little Bat had been exhausted after getting back from their first tour and Swiss had taken up a few of their duties so they could rest. They both usually at least still saw each other at breakfast, if not lunch. But when Swiss saw the still-full plate by Phantom’s seat at the table, he knew something was up.

    A quick question to Aurora told Swiss that they hadn’t left their room at all yet and she assumed they were just sleeping in. Not even Phantom’s neighbours, Rain and Cirrus, had heard anything from within the room. So Swiss, ever the caring partner, took Phantom’s plate of food and gently knocked on their door. No response came so Swiss tried the handle and found it unlocked. He had just intended on dropping the food by Phantom’s bedside for whenever they woke up but the sight of the little Bug broke Swiss’ heart.

    They were curled up so small and hidden under many blankets with their back to the door. They had an extremely large plain black hoodie on that Swiss knew had been dubbed their ‘dysphoria hoodie’. Swiss walked around the nest and saw Phantom was awake, staring at nothing while tears rolled down their face.

    “Buggy?” Swiss whispered, and Phantom’s violet eyes met his golds.

    “Hi.” Phantom said quietly.

    “Bad dysphoria day?” Swiss assumed by the hoodie but just wanted confirmation, which he got when Phantom nodded, “I’m sorry, baby.”

    Phantom shrugged, “‘s not your fault.”

    “I know, but I hate seeing you like this.” Swiss let out a deep breath, “Can I touch you? Do you want a cuddle?”

    “Please.” Phantom said, and Swiss wasted no time in climbing into the nest and bringing Phantom’s head to rest against his chest while he laid on his back.

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    “Has anything brought this on or is it just one of those days? You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Swiss said.

    They groaned, “My period’s coming soon, my chest is sore so I can’t bind, and loads of people online are calling me ‘he’ and some even saying ‘she’. I know the public don’t know, but it still bothers me.” Phantom said.

    “A bit of a downside to the masks and anonymity, I guess, but Frater can find a way to get everyone to know your pronouns, I’m sure.” Swiss said, taking a breath before going onto the next point, knowing Phantom needed logic for their addled brain that wouldn’t be able to find solutions for itself, “Your T hasn’t stopped your period yet?”

    Phantom shook their head.

    “Have you told Aether? He’s managing your prescription, right?”

    “Hoped it would just go away.” Phantom sniffled.

    “Okay, well, how about you tell him? When Dew started his T he had to get an extra shot to stop his period. I’m sure Aeth would do the same for you.” Swiss said.

    “Maybe.” Phantom said.

    “You can ask when you feel more yourself maybe, yeah?” Swiss said and Phantom nodded, “You said your chest is sore?”

    “Always happens with my period.” Phantom said.

    “How much have you been binding recently?” Swiss asked.

    “Like, 8 or 9 hours every day?”

    “When was the last time you took a day off?”

    Phantom went still and blinked rapidly as they tried to remember.

    “Buggy, it won’t help if you’re too sore to bind. You need binder breaks.”

    “I know! I just hate how I look without it. I know I don’t have a lot going on up here,” They gestured vaguely to their chest, “but knowing it’s there makes me feel like a freak.”

    “I think it’s well established that I’m the freak in this pack.” Swiss said, and smiled at the little laugh it drew from Phantom, “Have you ever tried transtape?”

    “No, what’s that?” Phantom asked.

    “It’s the stuff Rain uses. Kinda like KT tape but it’s for your chest. You can wear it longer than you can a binder and safely too.”

    “Will it make me flat?” Phantom asked.

    “Less than your binder, probably, but it will still leave you pretty flat, yeah.” Swiss said, going off what he knew from Rain’s own chest.

    “Do you think Rain would mind?” Phantom asked.

    “He gave you his old binder, I’m sure they wouldn’t.”

    Phantom nodded and snuggled their head further into Swiss’ chest, “Can we just cuddle for a bit longer? When do you have to go back?”

    Swiss angled for his phone and checked the schedule, “Really I should be going back in about half an hour, but I can delay until tomorrow.”

    “What? No.” Phantom moved to their elbows to look at Swiss, “You’ll get in trouble, you can’t!”

    “I don’t give a rat’s ass. You’re more important.” Swiss said, kissing the top of Phantom’s head and guiding them back down to cuddle.

    “It’ll make me feel bad.” Phantom muttered.

    “Well don’t. I’m a grown Ghoul, I can make my own decisions. And I decide to stay with my sexy little bat.”

    “I don’t feel sexy right now.” Phantom said.

    “You’re always sexy to me.”

    “Sure.” Phantom said.

     “What? You are. You’re the most sexy little thing I’ve ever seen.”

    “What about Rory?”

    “She’s pretty.”

    “Dew?”

    “He’s hot.”

    “Rain?”

    “Handsome.”

    “You really think I’m sexy with my face full of snot?” Phantom laughed slightly.

    “Like I said before, I’m the freak of this pack.” Swiss wore his trademark grin as he spoke.

    “Don’t I know it?” Phantom said, their eye-roll practically audible.

    Swiss laughed and kissed Phantom head once more before snuggling into an easy silence, each rumbling out their own purrs as they got comfy. Phantom also started making biscuits against Swiss, kneading along the plump of his tummy. It was a behaviour that never had any sexual motivation behind it for Phantom, and it certainly took some getting used to for the Ghouls when the little Bat first started doing it, but they had all come to love it because it meant Phantom felt safe and secure.

    Swiss was sure he’d fallen asleep at some point as they stayed huddled in the dark room, the food long forgotten. But at some point, the silence broke.

    “Thank you.” Phantom said.

    “For what, Bat?” Swiss asked.

    “For helping me see a bit of logic. I hate my dysphoria.”

    “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always want to help you.” Swiss kissed Phantom’s forehead.

    They stayed cuddled for even longer until Rain knocked saying it was time for dinner, and with consent from Phantom, Swiss called Rain in and explained the binder situation. Rain preferred transtape because he could swim with it and it didn’t press against his gills like a binder did. They had rolls of it in their room, all different colours and sizes and soon had Phantom picking out a roll of purple.

    Phantom wanted Swiss to stay with them and they kept their eyes shut as they took their hoodie off, and Rain measured out strips of the tape. Swiss was whispering little reassurances the whole time of how amazing they looked, how well they were doing, how flat their chest looked as Rain fixed the strips over their tissue. Phantom felt tears pricking their eyes from the praise.

    “And done.” Rain said as they laid the last piece and threw away the backing, “Do you want to look at it or just put your hoodie back on?”

    Phantom thought about it for a minute, and slowly cracked each eye open. Rain was stood in front of them, blocking the mirror, and also was shirtless revealing his own blue tape. Rain’s chest was similar to Phantom’s, if a bit bigger so Phantom looked at Rain as an estimate for how they looked.

    “C- can I look?” Phantom asked.

    “You don’t need my permission.” Rain smiled, “I’ll move out the way on a count of three, okay? You tell me when.”

    Phantom looked to Swiss who was beaming in pride for the little Quint, “So handsome.” He muttered and Phantom blushed.

    They nodded to Rain and they counted, “1… 2… 3…”

    Phantom’s face remained neutral as they took their chest in. They could still see a bit of the shape of their tissue but they think they could manage it. Rain always looked flat under his t-shirts and so Phantom assumed they would be the same.

    “So, you can leave it on for up to three days.” Rain started explaining, “You can leave it on in the shower and everything too. When you take it off though you need to apply something to the area so the adhesive comes off and doesn’t start breaking your skin. If your skin starts getting agitated or damaged at any point, go to Aether. He’s helped me out a lot with it.”

    Phantom nodded, “W- will you help? When I have to take it off?”

    “Of course, Bug.” Rain came over and stood behind Phantom, chin on their shoulder and looking at them in the mirror. Between that and Swiss still standing nearby staring, Phantom felt themself blushing again and buried their face in their hands.

    “So handsome indeed.” Rain said, putting a small kiss to Phantom’s neck before pulling back, “You want your hoodie back on?”

    Phantom nodded and Rain helped it over their arms and head. They looked at their side profile in the mirror and smiled wide when they looked completely flat, finding they couldn’t stop running a hand over the fabric to smooth it and couldn’t tear their eyes away from their reflection.

    “Come on, Narcissus.” Swiss smiled, “I’m hungry and you’re about to become my dinner if we don’t get moving.”

    “Hey! What about me?” Rain mock-protested.

    “You’d be dessert.” Swiss assured as he held his hand out for Phantom and Rain.

    “That’s acceptable.” Rain said, placing a small kiss on Swiss’ lips before the Multi guided the three of them out to the dining room where everyone else had already started tucking in.

    After they’d finished eating Swiss and Rain got up to leave but Phantom stayed behind. Aether was on pot-washing duty tonight and Phantom saw a good opportunity.

    “Hey, Aeth, can I ask you a question about my hormones?”

    “Yeah, of course. What’s up?” He asked putting down the plate he was washing and giving Phantom his full attention.

    “Sh- should my period have stopped by now?” Phantom asked in a hushed voice.

    “Hmm, how long have you been on T now? 5 months?”

    “Yeah, 6 in a week and a half.”

    “When’s your next period due?”

    “In a few days.”

    “It should have stopped by now, probably. I can’t do anything about this month, but after it’s done come to my office. I can get you started on these sort of booster shots that should stop it, if you want?” Aether said, work voice on despite it being out-of-office hours.

    Phantom smiled and nodded, “Thank you, Aeth.”

    “Of course, it’s my job and you’re pack. Not gonna leave you out to dry. Any other issues with your T or…?”

    “Nope. All good.” Phantom smiled, giving Aether a hug before running back to Swiss’ room.    

In the embraces of the Multi and Water Ghouls, Phantom couldn’t stop purring and kneading along their bodies. The two older Ghouls made Phantom feel loved and very handsome indeed. And with some headway to solving a couple more things with their dysphoria, they smiled at maybe having a life free from that dreadful weight.

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