Well, this is completely and utterly self-indulgent. But maybe some of y'all will enjoy this too <3
Content: Phantom is transmasc, and I use they/them pronouns for them in this fic. The premise is they are suffering some pretty nasty cramps, decide to find Dew because of how warm he runs. This is just entirely fluffy tbh-
Word count: 1,117
Warnings: nothing really besides one sexual joke from Dew, bc of course.
Without further ado, here's the fic!
Phantom woke up and right away they knew this was going to be a rough day judging by the ache in their very bones and the squeezing pain in their gut. Pushing out a pathetic whine, they rolled and pressed their face into the pile of pillows on their bed and procrastinated getting up for as long as they could.
Eventually, though, the cramps drove them to rise to their feet and shuffle slowly and uncomfortably to the bathroom. Cleaning themself up and preparing for the day as best they could. They wished their abilities helped with this, but from past experience, they knew that straining themself just made the ache worse.
At least there weren’t any practices today. They really didn’t think they had the energy to bounce around on the stage and play guitar like they usually did. At most, they knew they’d probably have to attend a sermon or two. Maybe meet with Papa.
Even these simple tasks felt like too much, though, and they didn’t care enough to dress in their usual style. Opting instead to slip into the pair of soft sweatpants that saw them through many a cycle, as well as bundling into the hoodie they’d stolen from Aether at one point. The oversized thing nearly drowned them in fabric, but it was just what they needed.
Then, as they were about to drag themself out of their room, an idea popped into their head. They could- Maybe seek out Dew. The fire ghoul ran warm all the time, and just thinking of maybe having those warm hands laying across his stomach and soothing the worst of the cramps was a tempting thought.
Chewing on their lower lip and contemplating this plan, they swayed in place and curled their tail up to run their fingers through the tuft of fur in a self-soothing motion.
… Yeah, they were gonna look for Dew. Hopefully, he’d be in an agreeable mood when they found him.
It took a bit of searching to find the fire ghoul. Thankfully, running into Mountain helped as the earth ghoul pointed Phantom in the direction where he’d last seen Dew. Setting off towards the common room in the Abbey, Phantom hoped they would find the other ghoul soon. The hoodie draped over their frame was warm, yes, but still the lingering cold of the Abbey was soaking into them and worsening the ache of muscle and joint alike.
Poking their head through the door into the common room, they almost sighed out loud in relief as they caught sight of Dew sprawled out and lounging on the couch. They observed just a few moments, watching the fire ghoul with just a little flicker of affection in their chest.
Then, determination reignited, they padded toward him steadily. Only hesitating a split-second when ember-bright eyes flicked toward them and locked onto target. Clearing their throat, they paused in front of the couch, twisting their hands nervously in front of themself. Holding onto the scrap of determination, they spoke up. “Uh- Hey, Dew. I… Wanted to ask something real quick?” The end of their sentence lilted upwards and they winced just slightly.
Dew just watched, curious, a grin curling across his lips and letting his fangs poke out just a bit. He liked watching Phantom squirm just a bit, so he stayed quiet and waited for the quintessence ghoul to speak more.
“Uh- So I know you run warm and it’s really nice and um I’m kinda really hurting today cause cramps are a bitch and I wondered if maybe you could help me just a bit until they maybe ease up on me just a bit?” That whole sentence was on one long rambling breath, and they avoided looking at Dew the whole time. Eyes darting around the room, ears tilted down nervously, and their tufted tail twitching anxiously behind them.
The usual sharp edges of Dew softened just a moment at Phantom’s mention of being in pain, and he let his head loll to the side just a bit as he hummed out a thoughtful noise. The adorable sight of the quintessence ghoul all bundled up in the hoodie he knew was Aether’s made a bit more sense now. With a heavy sigh, he broke the tense silence to give the poor anxious little bug a break. “Yeah, yeah. Y’know, some say a good orgasm is a real good cramp reliever?”
Phantom’s gaze snapped quickly to catch Dew’s look incredulously, face flushed dark purple and mouth popped open in surprise. It was just so fun to fluster the little ghoul. He’d somehow not gotten used to Dew’s more crass jokes yet. “Pffff- Just fuckin’ with you, bug. C’mere, you could use a good cuddle yeah?”
The acceptance after the brief surprise and uncertainty was like a weight off their shoulders, and Phantom gave a quick little nod. Without any hesitation, Dew spread his arms out and motioned with a little jerk upward of his chin for them to join him on the couch. Not needing any more encouragement, they clambered eagerly onto the couch and the both of the ghouls shuffled around until they were fit together comfortably.
Phantom’s head was tucked securely into the crook of Dew’s neck, breathing in the comforting smell of woodsmoke, and soaking in the warmth radiating from the fire ghoul. Affection settled in the hollow of Dew’s ribs at the unashamed clinginess from Phantom. “S’good if I get a hand under that hoodie, bug?” A little murmured confirmation against his skin was the answer, and Dew huffed out a short laugh.
"Alright, alright." With just a bit of squirming to free up one arm, he slipped one hand under the thick fabric of the hoodie to sprawl a hand out across Phantom’s lower back. That way the warmth could seep steadily in from the skin contact. The warmth immediately had a low purr rumbling from Phantom, and the quintessence ghoul nestled impossibly closer to Dew. The warmth of the fire ghoul slowly but surely helped curb the sharp cramps jabbing at their insides.
Dew accepted his fate of staying here for a while, so he just pressed a quick kiss to the top of Phantom’s head next to their dual horns. Prompting the purring to pitch up even more. “There y’go sweetheart. Proud of you for asking for help.”
Really, it did mean a good bit to him that the sometimes skittish quintessence ghoul came to him for help. So, he was content to lay here and cuddle them. If their tails twined together just as much as their limbs, well. No one was around to witness the incriminating intimate gesture right now.
this was supposed to be just a ramble about t4t phantom dew scissoring but it turned into a whole. thing.
unedited, i just wrote this on my breaks at work today lol
tags?: trans ghouls, cunt/pussy/clit/dick/tit used to describe their anatomy, scissoring, puppy as a petname, looots of petnames for tommy
word count: 3244
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dew coming back from a trip, an errand that ifrit used to take care of and is now dews responsibility. he's tired, pent up from having to go alone, and he misses his mates so much that it drags at him - but its late when he arrives at the abbey so he knows he's going to have to wait until morning for any sort of pack cuddles or... more than that.
he heads right for his room, fumbling to balance all of his belongings while he pushes the door open, and he's met with the most delectable sight.
he nearly drops his bags when the scent hits him like a punch to the nose. lavender and mint, electric on his taste buds as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. the scent burrows into dews gut, quickly burning into heated desire as sweet whimpers tickle his ears.
"what's this, puppy?" dew will ask, slowly setting his things down.
phantom whines at the name, his hips still thrusting against the pillow like an invisible force is moving them. the quintessence ghoul’s cheeks are blotchy, hes been crying, wailing as he gets close to the edge but can never reach the finish line. he didnt register dew at first, so lost in his heat, in the sensation of dews pillow against his little dick, but as soon as he realizes dew is there, the fire ghouls name is flying off his tongue like a reverence.
dew takes in the sight before him. phantom, bare as the day he was summoned, his lilac and white patched skin glinting with sweat. his plush lips were swollen, they looked bitten, chewed with worry as the poor ghoul tried desperately to catch his release and was met only with more need. dark hair, streaked with white at the front was a mess, poking out in all different directions. what really caught dew was phantoms eyes. how his furrowed brow scrunches and precious tears continue to tumble down his soft cheeks as the fire ghoul stares at him.
"please," phantom says shakily. his hips slow, and dews breath catches in his chest as he admires the large, dark patch on his off-white pillowcase. it wont come out, he already knows, its going to smell of the quint ghoul's desire for him until theyre long gone from the earth. dew doesnt care. he plans to shove his face in the pillow after the night is over and breathe it in while he touches himself.
it burns through him, lust, need, want, desperation. like he's pulling phantom's emotions off his shoulders and adding them to his own. it makes him feel lighter, and he wants to pounce and ravage and take the sweet ghoul apart, to make him cry. equally, it fills him with warmth. with passion, love, makes him feel gooey inside to find one of his mates waiting for him like this - that phantom had missed dew just as he had missed him.
so he moves slowly. though his quickly stiffening clit spasms in his boxers. he takes his time, keeping eye contact with phantom, who is beginning to look more curious than distraught, as dew sits down on a bench across from the bed to untie his boots.
phantom stills himself, watching the fire ghoul, waiting for instructions and dew knows it. the room is quiet, and dew also knows how the other ghoul tends to squirm against the lack of rules. hed be desperate to know what sort of game dew is about to play - maybe he will be patient and wait for dew to tell him what is going to happen, or-
"im sorry," it's almost a whisper, voice coarse probably from crying. it makes dew wonder why none of the other ghouls had gotten to the room first, they must have heard the shouts of pleasure throughout the entire hallway lined with their separate bedrooms.
dew clicks his tongue as he slides one boot off and then moves to the other, taking his eyes away from phantom to focus on his task. there was a wet patch spreading through his own underwear, making his fingers shake against the strings. he cant wait to take phantom apart.
"sorry for what, baby boy?"
phantom whines, "your pillow, dewy. i ruined your pillow."
the other boot comes off and hits the floor with a loud thud. dews tail flicks at the nickname he only allows this puppy to use.
"that's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. its just a pillow," dew says as he stands. he shucks off his jacket and tosses it over a chair, but leaves the rest of his clothes on as he approaches the bed. he watches phantoms eyes flick up and down his body, a silent question as to whether or not dew planned to stay clothed. dew doesn't answer it.
"why didn't you ask one of the others to help you? you're in heat." he says instead, and phantoms eyes well up again in response, "did you miss me?"
phantom nods fervently, catching his lower lip on one of his fangs in an attempt to not cry.
"just-just wanted you. needed- need you. it hurts"
dew understands this; many of the ghouls' heats often craved for a specific partner in the beginning, sometimes craving the mate they hadn't been with in a while, or in dew's case, it was always rain who he was bonded with. the heat doesn't settle until it gets what it wants.
dew reaches out to stroke phantom's cheek, and the quintessence ghoul leans into his hand heavily, a crackling purr kicking in instantly as he nuzzles dews skin. dew's own purr spurs to life, filling the silence with their rumbles. he feels good. being needed, being missed. and phantom's openness, some might call naïve, but to dew it was beautiful. the quint ghoul unburdened by shame, wearing all of his emotions on his pretty features, not yet instilled with the insecurities and fears many of the other ghouls gathered during their time on earth. a part of dew aches, remembering how he had once been just as vulnerable, splaying his heart out for all of his lovers - he's grateful for their patience with him now. he's grateful for this ghoul in front of him who doesn't even know yet that one might judge the display of emotions.
"need me to take care of you, sweet bug?" dew asks, bringing his other hand up to cup phantom's face. phantom nods in the hold, his body squirming under dew's watchful eyes. the fire ghoul considers what the next step is, should be. phantom often enjoyed when dew was mean, the back of a hand against his cheek, but tonight felt heavier than that. thick with more than just lust, softer around the edges.
"are you going to be good for me?" dew asks, taking step back, a shiver running down his spine as phantom chases his touch. the way he needs him makes possessiveness spark inside dews chest.
"always," phantom promises. dew takes another step back, just so he can see all of phantom before him. still poised on his knees, cunt pressed to the pillow. dew can tell he's itching for more friction, lilac tail hitting the mattress in quick succession.
"always good for me," dew says, "show me then."
"show you?" phantom tilts his head to the side cutely.
"show me how you were before i got home, tell me what you were thinking about."
phantom swallows visibly, nodding as he mentally prepares, "no teasing right?"
"i wont tease you tonight, sweet bug. just want to see how beautiful you are when you're so desperate for me."
phantom flushes at the words and nods again, more eagerly, "i was..." he grinds down on the pillow softly, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment at the sensation, "i was thinking about you... missed you so much."
"did you miss my cock, baby?" dew gently palms himself through his pants, they were almost soaked through already.
phantom shook his head, "n-no, i mean - yes! always... but i wanted-want just you."
dew stares as phantom rolls his hips down harder. his little patch of hair above his slit is glistening with his slick, the puffiness of his lips are mesmerizing as they drag across the fabric. dews desire to grab and devour is almost as strong as his want to take his time with the other ghoul.
"i was thinking about that-that time when i felt- shit, felt you against me," phantoms words trail off into a moan. dew steps forward, unable to stop himself from lifting phantom's chin so he can swallow the sounds off of his tongue. he kisses him greedily; slow and deep, savoring his sharp, electric flavor, phantom continuing to let out sweet little noises into dew's mouth as he ruts against the pillow. when he lets go, phantom keens loudly.
"can we please?"
"please what, baby boy?" dew knows what.
"dewy, i need to feel you. i need it. it hurts, please."
dew kisses him again, filthier this time, until there's spit dribbling down his chin. he moans into it, which spurs the other ghoul on further, "you need to feel my pussy on yours?"
phantom cries out, hips stuttering at the words, more weak than even dewdrop is to dirty talk. dew knows it, revels in it.
"please, please!" phantom begs.
"want me to ride your sweet little cunt like last time?" dew emphasizes the words by reaching down between them to slide his fingers between phantom's folds. the quintessence ghoul ruts up into his hand, covering it in slick, moans growing louder. the whole abbey must know what they're up to by now. dew grins, thinking about how the other ghouls would be begging for every detail in the morning, probably jerking themselves to all of phantom's desperate noises.
"you have to let the pillow go and help me undress if you want it. can you do that for me, puppy?"
phantom nods quickly, but his body is reluctant as he slowly takes the pillow out from between his thighs. dew lets him take his time, shaky fingers pulling at his shirt buttons and struggling with his zipper. he knows phantom wants to earn it, wants to be good for him, so he lets him. praising him as he goes, drinking in the sight of his blushed cheeks, his wagging tail.
the room is thick with both of their scents by the time dews clothes are fully removed and tossed to some corner. they both breathe it in, phantom's sharp heated scent; the lavender and mint - and dew's beach campfire, salt and smoke. he likes the way they intertwine with each other, so different that they never fully homogenize, but its exciting the way he can taste both of them on the air.
phantom is staring at dew, between his thighs where the fire ghoul is now on display. he's waiting for permission.
"want to touch?" dew asks.
phantom licks his lips, "want to taste."
so dew lets him. he kneels onto the bed before settling back against the headboard. his thighs part, skin already shiny, his cunt aching. phantom wastes no time before diving in, licking up between dews folds, sucking his clit, lapping at his slick. a cacophony of moans and cries leave dew's tongue, forcing down embarrassment because he wants to bare himself open for phantom, wants him to know how good he makes him feel. phantom swallows it down, becomes more eager he louder dew gets.
a barrage of praises fall off dew's own tongue, and he grasps at phantoms hair, shoving him deeper, "that's it, baby, you're so good at this. making me feel so good, fuck."
he lets phantom up for a moment, and the quintessence ghoul is grinning, face covered in dew from his nose to his chin. his dark tongue swipes around his mouth, wiggling his ass in the air. then hes dropping back in again, his tongue poking at dew's hole before sinking inside and fucking in and out. dew shouts with pleasure, phantoms nose pressed against his clit as he licks inside him.
dew's gut tightens. he gently tugs on phantom's horn to bring him up, he doesn't want to finish like this. phantom looks drunk when he rises for the second time; pupils completely blown out, covering his bright gold irises almost completely, and he's whining while one of his hands slithers between his own legs.
dew replaces that hand with his own, teasing phantoms hard nub, its raw and sensitive, and he brings their mouths back together. the taste of himself fills his senses, electric campfire as he sucks his slick off of phantom's tongue. dew nips at his lips, adding sweet metallic to the spice, and phantom gives into all of it. gives all of himself to dew as he grinds into dews hand.
"you're so lovely," dew says against his lips.
"i love you," phantom cries in response.
dew cant help but smile into their kiss, fangs clicking together, "i love you too, sweetness."
"need you now, need to cum." phantom's breathing is erratic, his clit twitching in dews hand.
dew nods. he tries not to show it, wanting to remain calm and steady for his mate, but he needs it just as bad. he craved touch the whole weekend he was away.
"lay back for me, sweetheart. there you go,"
phantom lays back on the bed, head propped up with a pillow, one leg raising at the knee instinctively knowing what is coming. dew smiles at the beautiful vision before him.
"look how wet you are," he says, eyeing the way phantoms thighs have slick dripping down them, and now down towards his ass. the whole bed will need to be stripped but its worth everything, "almost as soaked as rainy when he's in heat."
"rainy," phantom breathes out.
dew grins, "yeah? want rainy to come help out in the morning?"
phantom nods, biting his lip. dew spreads his legs farther apart, raising himself up on his own legs to settle vertically across phantom's. he lifts one of phantom's legs higher, positioning himself so his own cunt is directly above his own. he's dripping down, aching to press against phantom's, to feel his little clit against his own.
"you know," he starts as he slowly lowers himself, wanting to drag out the heat of it all, "they're probably listening right now."
phantom nearly sobs as dew finally sits down, their cunts sliding together with how wet they both are. dew has to grit his teeth in order to not cry with him. he grinds down slowly, watching phantoms head fall backwards against the pillow, eyes rolling with the movement.
"they'll all be jealous, jerking off into their hands right now listening to your pretty sounds, puppy," dew continues, rolling his hips in a rhythm that phantom doesn't have enough brain left for to keep up with. the quintessence ghoul's hips only stutter and rut, and dew can't blame him. the sensation against all his aching parts is intense, he can feel his own heat being kicked at, pleasure zipping through every nerve in his body. the sounds made it worse, slick noises filling the air as he ground down on him. he tries to emphasize his movements over phantoms clit, wanting to stimulate him as much as he can.
"good puppy," dew says through his teeth, fingers digging dimples into phantom's thigh as he speeds up his pace, condensation beginning to bead on his brow and shoulders, "maybe we should let them watch next time, would you like that?"
phantom can't respond, too lost in it, falling into bliss as delicate feminine moans are ripped from his throat. dew wants to keep him there, keep his mate feeling this good forever. he knows how stressed the ghoul gets, how exhausted. phantom's love language was physical touch, a way for him to relax and cool down, and dew wants to give it all to him, make him feel loved. praise him for asking for what he needs.
dew's riding phantom in earnest, sweet words tumbling out unapologetically. phantom is crying his name, begging for more, asking if he's allowed to cum over and over.
"you need to cum baby?" dew asks, grinding harder, able to keep his own desperation out of his shaky voice. that familiar knot is growing in his gut, he needs this just as badly. to let go with his mate.
"need it so bad, want to cum with you."
"want to cum with you too, puppy."
phantom arcs off the bed, one hand digging into dews thigh, the other tweaking his own nipple - if dew could reach at this angle, he'd be sucking on them, running his forked tongue over the buds till phantom was crying from sensitivity.
"can you play with your other tit for me sweetheart? i cant reach, but i love how sensitive you get," dew says and phantom obeys quickly. hand leaving dews thigh and whimpers leaving his lips as he fondles himself. "good boy, so good for me."
"can i please cum?" phantom is crying, tears streaking down his cheeks, making his eyes sparkle.
"cum for me," dew begs, "cum with me."
he moves his hips back in forth, faster and faster, watching phantom's face as it contorts in concentration, chasing the finish line. phantoms body goes rigid for a moment, then he arcs up again, mouth agape with a cut-off cry as he finally gets his release. it gushes out, soaking between them further and that's all dew needs before he's coming with him, vision going white, legs shaking with the effort to keep riding phantom through it. he feels it between them, their releases combined, making the most sinful, wet sounds as dew slowly comes to a stop.
chest heaving, dew tries to catch his breath.
"dewy..." phantom's voice is mushy, and when dew looks at him, he sees the ghoul barely able to keep his eyes open.
"you wanna sleep?" he asks as he raises himself up, shivering as their combined fluids seep down his legs. phantom nods, already beginning to curl into a ball, his tail pulled up towards his mouth, "sleep, i'll clean you up, okay?"
"okay... i love you," phantom says sleepily around his tail. dew smiles, leaning over and pressing a lingering kiss to the sweet ghoul's forehead. he quickly goes to the bathroom to clean himself off, maybe he takes a little bit longer than intended because he can's resist sucking phantom's slick off his fingers, but eventually returns with a warm, wet washcloth. he keeps it warm with his magic as he wipes between phantom's thighs. he cleans it once, then returns to wipe the salt from the other ghoul's skin. he only has to move phantom once, just to put a fresh blanket down - he can strip everything tomorrow - and then settles down beside him.
he feels... good still. the ache is dulled. it's the best homecoming he's had in a while.
