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.
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.
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.
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dew yet again begs for something that he wants. and gets it back tenfold. and swiss and phantom suck at using quintessence magic.
Phantom getting high for the first time and they’re just in loose and comfy shorts. Their packer falls out and lands on the floor, and all you can hear is them very frightened and screaming,
Phantom didn’t know just how big his spit kink was until he saw Swiss spit into his hand and pretend to jack off his mic stand during a show. They only faltered slightly, changing chords a beat too late, but from the shit-eating grin Swiss gave them, he’d definitely noticed.
They cornered Swiss before the encore, wandering up to him innocently and whispering their filthy desires into his ear. How wet they were, how much they wanted him to spit in their mouth, their pussy, on their tits, anywhere. Then he walked off to tune his guitar before the last few songs of the night, leaving Swiss with a half-chub to deal with before he had to go onstage again.
Needless to say, Phantom particularly enjoyed that night at the hotel.
Phantom doesn’t even get a moment to respond before he’s pressed up against the wall of the hotel room. Swiss is holding the front of his vest with a feral look in his eyes. Phantom can feel themself getting wetter, adding to the mess in their boxers.
“Well, what was I supposed to- mmmph!” Phantom is cut off by Swiss’s lips smashing into theirs. Their teeth knock together, glamours slipping as they both moan.
Swiss pulls back, grabbing Phantom’s jaw with one hand. They let out an involuntary whimper.
“Open.” Swiss squeezes the sides of Phantom’s jaw. He opens his mouth obediently, sticking out his tongue.
Swiss spits into their mouth, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips for a moment before it breaks. Phantom instinctively swallows it. Swiss grins with too many teeth.
“Good boy.” Swiss gives the smaller ghoul’s ass a squeeze before releasing him. “Strip and get on the bed.”
Phantom scurries to the bed, fingers undoing the clasps on their vest as they go. They have the thought to neatly lay their clothes on the chair in the corner (the “cuck chair”, Dew called it once, and Phantom’s never thought of it the same). The wardrobe techs would have their tail if they let their uniform get wrinkled or dirty.
He crawls onto the bed in just his boxers, lays back against the pillows, and opens his legs. The thin fabric of his boxers is soaked through and clinging to his cunt. They purr and play with their hardening nipples as Swiss strips his own clothes off.
“Fuck, bug.” Swiss growls, crawling onto the bed and towards Phantom. He reminds Phantom of a stalking lion, golden eyes intently focused on his prey. “You fucking tease. You know how much I wanted to pin you down on that stage and fuck you stupid in front of the crowd? Let them see how much of a slut you are?”
Phantom giggles and trills as Swiss cages him in with his strong arms. He’s in the lion’s claws now and he knows he’s not going to make it out without being completely ruined first. The thought makes their toes curl, fluffy paws curling inwards.
“So much. So fucking much. Open.” Swiss growls and Phantom obeys. Their hips roll against the air and they whine as they’re met with no friction whatsoever. Another glob of Swiss’s spit drops onto their tongue.
“Look at you, so fucking needy. Creaming through your boxers. I’d think you were in heat if I didn’t know better.” Swiss’s finger drags up the sensitive slit over the fabric and Phantom keens. Swiss holds up his finger, the tip covered in a pearly sheen.
“Is this all for me?” He teases and Phantom nods. Swiss smears the mess over Phantom’s kiss-swollen lips and smirks as they eagerly lick it off.
“Please,” Phantom whines, legs spreading wider. “Swissy, please.”
Swiss growls from his chest, a low rumble, and in a flash Phantom’s underwear is gone. They would have complained about Swiss tearing them, but any coherent thoughts leave their mind as Swiss’s thumbs spread the sensitive folds of their pussy.
“Satanas, you’re messy.” Swiss breathes. His cock twitches where it hangs heavy between his legs and Phantom purrs. “I love how creamy you get. Looks like there’s already a load in you.”
Phantom’s eyelids flutter. Swiss’s dirty talk is fucking divine. He’s on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure, and he loves it.
“Look at me, baby bat.” Swiss purrs and Phantom drags their eyes down to Swiss’s face. The multighoul grins and opens his mouth. A string of drool drips from his tongue directly onto Phantom’s sensitive little tdick.
The noise Phantom makes is downright sinful. His pussy clenches desperately around nothing, thighs trembling. “Swissy, need…” he whines.
“Need what, sweet thing? Use your words.” Swiss coos. The pad of his finger explores his clit, pushing back the hood to reveal the sensitive head.
“You… your cock, please, please, fuck me!” Phantom babbles, their mind dissolving into sparkles. They’re so empty it hurts and their clit is throbbing so hard.
“Desperate little thing.” Swiss chuckles. Phantom feels his weight shift on the bed and his thighs pressing their legs further apart. They whimper eagerly.
The tip of Swiss’s cock kisses their hole and Phantom gasps. It’s almost embarrassing how needy he is, but he knows Swiss loves it. They open their eyes just in time to see Swiss spit on their pussy again before he rolls his hips forward in one smooth movement.
Phantom can’t help it. He cums almost instantly as Swiss’s cock carves out its place inside him, nestling against his cervix. His pussy spasms, back arching off the bed. Swiss laughs.
“And I thought Dew was a minute man.” Swiss chuckles. Phantom paws at his arms, gripping his biceps for support. They’re so sensitive it hurts and they need more.
“Swissy…” Phantom whimpers. “Fuck me…”
Swiss growls, an animalistic sound, and Phantom knows he’s won. His eyes roll back as Swiss begins to fuck him, sloppy and rough.
“Fuck. Bug, you’re such- such a whore. Cumming just from me putting it in. Fuck- shit- yeah, baby bat, squeeze my cock.” Swiss’s words send shockwaves down Phantom’s spine. Something warm hits their chest and they choke out a moan, realizing it’s more spit. His hands release Swiss’s biceps and go to his chest, smearing the fluid over his small breasts.
“Fucking- yes, bug, play with your tits. Dirty fucking slut.” Swiss growls and spits again. It lands on Phantom’s collarbone and he quickly swipes it down to join the rest of the mess on his chest. He pinches his nipples and squeezes his tits together, the extra stimulation pushing him towards another orgasm.
“Swissy- fuck- ‘m gonna- so good-“ Phantom pants.
“You gonna cum again? Cream all over my dick like the messy slut you are?” Swiss growls. “Do it. Scream my name so everyone knows who owns your pussy.”
“Swiss- Swiss- ssss- wuh- haaah-“ Phantom pants. They’re too far gone to make sounds into words, but they somehow manage a sweet whimper of “Swissyyyyyy” before they tip over the edge.
Pure ecstasy. Burning, sparkling, tingling pleasure. Phantom hears loud cries and whimpers that they realize are coming from them. Swiss gives a few more thrusts and presses deep, then there’s a burst of warmth. Phantom bites their lip so hard it bleeds as aftershock after aftershock roll through them.
“-good, so so good, you’re amazing, feels so good, fuuuuck yeah squeeze that fucking cunt, milk me dry,” Swiss babbles into Phantom’s shoulder as he comes down from his own high.
Phantom is boneless, melting into the bed. He feels stuffed, full, warmed from the inside out, claimed, loved. He wraps his arms around Swiss and a loud purr kicks up in his chest. “Yes…” is all they can manage.
“Fuck, baby bat.” Swiss groans, nuzzling Phantom’s neck. The little Quint chirps. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”
“Mhm.” Phantom mumbles. They suddenly have an idea that makes them clench again. “Hey. Idea.”
“Mhm?” Swiss mumbles.
“Feed it to me.” Phantom murmurs somewhat shyly. “Your load. Scoop it out of my pussy and feed it to me.”
“Fucking hell, yes.” Swiss groans. He pulls out, leaving Phantom empty, then pushes his fingers into them. Phantom whines as his fingers curl a few times then retract. When they reappear, they’re covered in dripping pearlescent goodness. Phantom takes them eagerly into his mouth and licks them clean. “Good boy. Clean up your mess.”
Phantom purrs, eyes rolling back. He loves this, feeling used and fucked-out like a cheap toy but also loved and spoiled. They whine as Swiss’s fingers dive into their oversensitive pussy again.
