#transghoul tuesday

[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.

#miasma's work #the band ghost fic #this is once again just a full fic omg #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss/dew #swiss x dew #transmasc dewdrop #my first foray into lactation! huzzah! #transghoul Tuesday

[rattleroze]

Happy Transghoul Tuesday have a fic about my favorite trans ghoul headcanon :)

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[miasmaghoul]

treat for the braincell: dew absolutely desperate for aether. so pent up that as soon as aether pushes in dew cums >:)

Crow, you give me such wonderful treats. I'm sorry I sent the brain cell back filled with piss. ♡

(This is a lie.)

Anyway - HAPPY TRANSGHOUL TUESDAY!

Dewdrop huffs as he stares out the common room window.

"You keep doing that and your lungs are gonna collapse," Swiss comments from his reclined spot on the couch. "And quit pacing, you're gonna put a hole in the rug." Dew scowls over his shoulder.

"They were supposed to be back an hour ago," he gripes. "What the fuck is taking so long?" Swiss gives a snort.

"It's been two weeks, and now you're getting impatient?"

"Fuck off," Dew mutters, slouching and staring once again at the wide, gravelled path that connects the abbey to the rest of the world. "I'm allowed to be impatient."

A beat of silence follows, something behind him shifts, and a moment later comforting arms wrap around his waist. Swiss rests his chin on Dew's shoulder and Dew doesn't try to shrug him off.

"You really miss him, huh?" Dew huffs again.

"Yeah," he lets himself admit, almost too soft to be heard. "Yeah, I really fuckin' do."

He can't help it. He hasn't been away from Aether this long since he was first summoned. It's making him feel off balance. Itchy. He's done his best to remain nonchalant about the ache his absence carves into his chest, to push it aside and carry on with life as usual. But when Aether had finally texted him that their plane had landed, any attempts at hiding his restlessness had flown right out the window. So here he stands. Waiting.

Swiss gives him a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't worry too much, Sparky. They'll be back before you know it."

Dew tries not to grumble his frustration. The pressure of Swiss at his back is soothing, in a way. His steady grip keeps Dew's feet on the ground even as his mind wanders.

Aether and Cumulus were the only ones taken along for this particular press tour, chosen via the ancient ritual of Copia pulling names out of his mitre. Everyone else remained behind, and yet somehow Dew still felt...lonely, if he had to put a word to it. Like something was missing.

Sure, Mountain is great to sleep next to, but he's missing Aether's softness. Sure, Swiss can fuck him within an inch of his life, but he's missing Aether's gentle touch and calming presence. Sure, Rain can get him on his knees without fail, but he's missing Aether's specific brand of dominance. Dew loves all his ghouls, to be sure, but Aether is the only one who gets to hear him say it.

They've texted every day, stilted conversations that had Dew twitching every time his phone buzzed. Some nights Aether called him, rambling on in that soothing voice about the events of the previous day - about press junkets and the occasional acoustic performance, about Copia's continual inability to give a decent interview, about anything and everything Aether could possibly want to talk about. Dew would put him on speaker and simply...listen. If he closed his eyes and hugged a pillow just so, he could almost pretend Aether wasn't on a different continent.

The time difference was miserable in a lot of ways, but mainly because by the time Aether was done for the day it was the dead of night at the abbey. They'd tried to make time for one another beyond simple conversation - Dew had made it all of a day and a half before demanding a dick pic - but they'd only managed it once. A single too-hurried facetime call at 4am a week ago, not nearly enough to satisfy Dew's unmatched need for the other ghoul. For the past two weeks, no matter who or how often he fucked, all he wanted was Aether.

Dew offers a soft whine of protest when Swiss's arms slip from his waist, eyes cracking open. He hadn't realized he'd closed them. The other ghoul chuckles.

"Quit complaining, spitfire." He gives Dew a quick peck on the cheek, gesturing at the window. "Look."

Dewdrop does, and every bit of fire in him flares to life. Rumbling down the road is a familiar black van, dust kicking up behind it on the way to the abbey's doors. That hollow ache in his chest goes searing hot instead, and before Swiss can get another word out Dew bolts for the hallway. His bootfalls and Swiss's rasping laughter echo off the stone walls, but all Dew can hear is the rush of his own blood. He makes it to the main entrance in record time, shoving the massive double doors open with a grunt.

Dew's eyes fall on a broad back and mussed black hair immediately, ragged breaths catching in his suddenly dry throat. Aether is facing the van, organizing luggage, while Cumulus and Copia look through some paperwork. Dew's body wants to move, to fling itself against Aether's familiar form and never let go. If they were alone, he would. As it is, his mind forces him to resist. Dew rubs sweaty palms on his jeans and schools his face into something calm as he heads outside, hunting for some appropriately bitchy words to throw Aether's way.

That plan lasts all of three seconds, right up until Aether unexpectedly turns to set down a suitcase and catches sight of the little ghoul. Their eyes lock, and everything else seems to fade. Dew freezes mid-step under the weight of his gaze, the unpleasant ache in his chest melting into something much more familiar. Something hot and urgent that has his already uneven pulse going thready.

Dew doesn't see Aether move, doesn't hear his footfalls, but he's suddenly wrapped tight in strong arms and surrounded by the heady scent of ozone and menthol. Surrounded by Aether.

"Fuck, it's good to see you, Dew." Aether's voice is like a soothing balm, and every bit of Dew's composure disintegrates.

"Aeth," he whispers into the other ghoul's wrinkled shirt. Aether's embrace is crushing, and as Dew wraps his own skinny arms around Aether's waist he finds himself wishing he could sink right into his skin. "Aeth." Fuck, is he crying? That feels pathetic. Aether presses a kiss into his hair and Dew shivers.

"Hey, baby boy," he breathes, the words soft enough for only Dew to hear. He appreciates it. "I missed you." Aether straightens up and Dew whimpers. Aether makes a gentle shushing sound. "Look at me, let me see you."

Dew reluctantly pulls back from the comfort of Aether's chest with a small noise of discontent, blinking through a haze of something that was definitely not tears. When it clears, he finds Aether looking at him with an intensity he's never seen before. It makes his stomach go red hot and his knees turn to jelly. The smile that splits Aether's face is nothing short of adoring.

"There's my firefly."

Dew swears the world tilts when Aether kisses him. Every last bit of anxiety and frustration he'd been filled with in the common room vanishes, replaced by a flood of something he can't quite name. It's warm and familiar, radiating out from Dew's lips and filling his skull. It makes him feel...complete. He thinks he could bask in this forever.

But then Aether licks at his lip, and the wave of immediate arousal that crashes through him has Dew's closed eyes crossing. He opens up immediately, and the moment Aether's tongue meets his own Dewdrop's cunt throbs to hard he grunts. The arms around him tighten as Aether swallows down the noise, and it serves to press Dew's thigh directly into his crotch. Aether gasps into his mouth, shifts his hips and - oh fuck he's so hard.

Dew breaks the kiss with great effort and greater need, panting and glassy eyed. Aether's face is flushed dark, pupils blown, and Dew is hit with the most vibrant flash of that handsome face between his legs. He knees buckle with how tightly he clenches his thighs, and Dew can feel an embarrassing amount of slick soak into his boxers. Aether's nostrils flare and Dew thinks if he has to go five more minutes without Aether inside him he'll fall to ashes.

Dew slips a hand to the front of Aether's jeans and the pain on his face is staggering. It throbs against his fingers, and before he can say another word Aether's hands are at the backs of his thighs, hauling him up. Dew lets out a surprised chirp, hooking his legs around Aether's waist and arms around his neck. Aether hold him so tightly that the seam of Dew's jeans presses against his suddenly aching clit and he can't keep himself from grinding into Aether's belly. It rips a groan from both of them, and when Aether starts speedwalking back to the dorms the motion only makes things worse. He's breathless in less than a minute, flushed face buried in the crook of Aether's neck and shoulder.

"I can feel how hot you are," Aether coos, fingers digging into Dew's already quivering thighs. "You're gonna get my shirt wet if you aren't careful."

He has no business sounding so put together when Dew feels like he's about to fall apart. He can't find the words he wants to spit back, choosing instead to mouth at the other ghoul's stubbled jaw. The scratch of it against his lips is intoxicating.

"Aeth," he whines, hips twitching, "hurry."

The moan Aether lets out then is, in a word, wrecked. He picks up the pace, and by the time they're barreling into Aether's bedroom Dew is drooling down his throat, soaking the collar of his shirt. He's never felt so thoroughly out of his mind, not even in his heat. His skin is electric and there's magma in his veins. Aether kicks the door shut behind them and slams Dew into it, crashing their mouths together and gripping the little ghoul's hips.

Dew's hands shake as they thread into Aether's thick hair, moaning into the mess of teeth and tongues that could only technically be called a kiss. Two weeks of pent up emotions and raw, primal need tear through the pair of them, reflected in filthy noises and groping hands. One of Aether's slips up his shirt, thumbs over a nipple, and Dew's whole body goes taut. He paws at Aether's chest, head thudding against the door as he struggles to breathe.

"S-stop, Aeth you -" Dew gives a reedy cry when Aether tugs one of his rings, back arching. "Gonna cum if you don't." The other ghoul makes a gut-punched sound.

"Then cum, sweetheart," Aether pants, "I need to see you cum more than you know." His other thumb dips beneath Dew's waistband. It's so rough against the soft skin there, too much and not enough. Dew gives a vehement shake of his head.

"Not - fuck - not like this, please Aeth," Dew pleads, fixing the other ghoul with hooded, unfocused eyes. "Inside, need it in me, I need it, I -"

Aether cuts him off with another kiss and Dewdrop is certain he's losing his fucking mind. It's like every thing is brand new but somehow familiar, a dizzying combination that has his stomach clenching. Aether moves quickly, crossing to the bed and peeling the little ghoul off of him.

"Baby boy, I needed to be inside you a week ago."

Dew's head swims when Aether pulls away just enough to unzip, freeing his fat, flushed cock from the confines of his jeans. He gives a single slow stroke, milks out a pearly bead of pre. Dew yearns to taste it, to have Aether overwhelming every one of his senses, but before he can get a word out the other ghoul grips his waistband and yanks him to the edge of the bed. Aether makes quick work of his belt and button fly, tugging his jeans and underwear down to his thighs. The scent of his slick fills the air, warm spice and sea salt, and Dew chokes on his tongue when Aether drags two thick fingers through his silky folds.

"Fuck, you're soaked." The reverence in the words has Dew's cheeks heating, and the sight of Aether smearing his slick over his cock makes his stiff, shiny clit throb.

"Aether-"

"I know."

With that Aether grips his skinny waist and moves Dew to his knees and elbows, worshipful hands stroking over his shirt and coming to rest at his hips. Dew feels the broad head prod at his entrance, and the desperation overwhelms him entirely.

"Put it in, do it - c'mon, you - gimme it, gimme your dick, make me -ahh!"

Dew's words melt into a high, feminine moan as Aether shoves the head in...and doesn't stop. Dew's eyes slam shut, his fists white knuckled in soft sheets. Aether makes the most woefully stunned noise, one that has Dew's toes curling as he sinks deeper and deeper and -

Aether bottoms out, hips flush against his ass, and Dew's orgasm hits him like a fucking bus, hot shocks of pleasure rocketing up his spine and slick spilling out around Aether's cock slotted so perfectly inside him. Like a missing piece of something deep him has been returned to its rightful home.

Then Aether moves, and the drag of the flared head over his still-clenching walls has Dew wailing. Aether's pace is perfectly brutal, driving Dew headlong towards a second release before the first has even faded. He yips with every forceful thrust, drooling into the sheets below. Aether shifts suddenly, leaning down to hook an arm under Dew's hips, and the new angle forces tears to his eyes. Aether leans down when the first one falls, kissing it away and licking at the shell of his ear for good measure.

"Tell me if it's too much," Aether pants into his ear, "otherwise I'm not stopping."

Two fingers stroke the short, hard length of his clit and Dewdrop screams.

"Never fucking stop."

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether/dewdrop #transghoul tuesday #transmasc dewdrop #this is so fucking LONG #2k ficlet lmao

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Crowwwwwwwww I'm thinking of trans Mountain crying while getting peggeddddddddd can u help pls 🙏

trans ghoul tuesday, all this pegging talk . . . you know i had to do it to 'em.

enjoy my love

"These really do fold up nicely, don't they?" Cumulus teases as she pins his knees to his ears. Mountain’s wet with slick and saliva, cunt puffy and red where the air ghoulette had been teasing him with her mouth. His clit twitches as Cumulus traces the head of the dildo against it, slow and even. Mountain moans at the pressure and digs his claws into the sheets. 

“You’re so pretty like this, sunflower,” she hums. “Been waiting so patiently for me to fuck you, huh?” He whines at her words, another rush of slick drooling out of his hole as he clenches around nothing. He’s always like this under her: wet, blushy, needy. 

Mountain’s mouth hangs open in a wordless cry as Cumulus drags the strap through his folds, so slick and velvety. “‘Lus, please,” he breathes. “Please, been so good for you.”

“Aw, you have, haven’t you, darling?” She rubs a soothing hand over the backs of his thighs, over the scattered marks just as purple as her toy. “And you’re still being so good, look how wet you are,” she coos, dipping a finger between his folds. Mountain moans softly as she swirls it around his entrance, smiling when it comes out glistening. 

Cumulus’ gaze flicks up to his face, flushed a deep pink. He bites his lip as he watches her hold up the slick-coated digit, hovering just in front of her face. She reaches up to him then, smearing her finger over his mouth, grazing ever so gently against the chipped fang poking out over his bottom lip. He moans, immediately darting his tongue out to taste, to welcome her into his mouth. 

“There you go, have a taste,” she purrs, petting his tongue as he suckles. She continues to stroke over the soft hair on the backs of his thighs, admiring the goosebumps that pop up in the wake of her touch. He throbs when she gives the sensitive skin a little pinch, his little dick so fat and full of blood even without her touching him. 

Mountain moans around her finger and bucks his hips, pleading with glassy, half-lidded eyes. 

“You want me to fuck you, little clover?” Cumulus pulls her finger from his mouth, a thin trail of saliva stringing out between its tip and the corner of his mouth. 

“Yes,” Mountain says eagerly. His legs are just barely beginning to tremble, and his clit still throbs with every little pinch. The earth ghoul wraps his hands along the backs of his knees, holding himself open for her. He cranes his neck back with a groan as she dips that finger in between his folds again, prodding slightly deeper and making his back bow off the bed. 

“Please, Lus,” he begs in a broken voice. 

Cumulus brushes his damp hair back away from his face with her free hand, tucking it back behind his horns. “Okay, okay my darling. Let me give you what you need.” She gives him one last thrust with her finger before she pulls away, teasing his plump clit on the way out. Mountain gives her a surprise trill in response, a noise that makes him blush with a thread of embarrassment. 

“That’s awfully cute, sunflower,” she smiles, rubbing the excess slick onto the toy. Cumulus presses her hands into the backs of his thighs, just below his own hands. The toy rests neatly between his folds as she thrusts slowly, taking her time slicking it up. There’s no shortage of it, not when Mountain whines and clenches out another glob that attaches itself right to the base of the strap. 

“Doing such a good job,” Cumulus chirps. She runs her hand over the silicone briskly to coat it the rest of the way. She rubs the tip of the toy around his entrance, teasing the first centimeter of it inside. Mountain’s nails dig into the flesh behind his knees, tendons flexing in his hands. The softest of noises bubbles up in his throat as he fights the urge to pull Cumulus in. 

The air ghoulette hums and presses more of her weight onto Mountain’s legs, slowly pushing the length of the toy in. 

“Fuck, that’s—oh—” is all he can say as she fills his cunt, stretching him just enough. She slides in easily, a fact she continues to praise him for, until her hips are flush against him. Cumulus gives a sympathetic groan as the earth ghoul huffs out little uh’s as he’s made to sit with her deep inside. 

Cumulus places little kisses to his calves, smiling at the way his eyes screw shut and his mouth hangs open. “Just what you wanted, huh, little clover?” She rolls her hips ever so slightly, earning another gasp. 

“Uh huh,” Mountain moans, pressing onto the toy with any leverage he can. “Please, ‘Lus, need you to fuck me.”

Cumulus leans down to capture his mouth in a tender kiss. She rolls her hips again, still kissing him sweetly. Mountain whines through his nose, letting go of his knees to grab at her face and lick against the seam of her mouth, trying to turn it filthy. 

The air ghoulette pulls away before he can get a proper taste. Mountain’s legs follow her body, unfurling to rest on her shoulders as she inches out, slow and deliberate. The earth ghoul’s trembling now, breath quick in anticipation. 

Without warning, she drives home, burying the toy to the hilt in his cunt. Mountain keens, thighs threatening to squeeze together as he throws his head back. She pulls out again, thrusting back into him with the same enthusiasm. His clit throbs with it, fat and flush in the middle of his folds.

It doesn’t take long to set a comfortable pace, one that has the earth ghoul whining steadily and clutching at the sheets. 

“So good, ‘Lus, fuck, so so good,” he starts babbling after a few minutes. He can barely keep his eyes open now, alternating between rolling back into his head and staring through droopy eyelids. 

“You look so good, So pretty on my cock, sunflower,” Cumulus praises. 

“Fuck.” Mountain’s hands roam over his chest at the comment, feeling himself up. 

“Even prettier when I touch you . . .” she trails off, running her hand down the earth ghoul’s leg and coming to rest just above his pubic bone. Her thrusts slow substantially, reaching a lazy, teasing pace. Mountain’s chest heaves, every nerve under her hand alight with need. Her hand dips lower, lower, lower, until: “Here.” Cumulus presses her thumb to Mountain’s clit just as she presses all the way in once more.

“Yes, like that, just like that,” he chokes out, stomach twitching with each pass over his dick. He’s almost dripping now, Cumulus’ toy sliding in and out of him with no real friction as she picks up speed again. She shifts the angle of her hips, focusing her thrusts upward and using her free fingers to press against Moutain’s lower belly as she thumbs his clit. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Mountain chants, slipping his own fingers under her thumb instead, guiding her hand to press more firmly against his abdomen. 

“That’s a good boy, darling, there you go.” Mountain groans long and loud at that, fingers stopping and starting against his length with each thrust. 

“‘M gonna cum, gonna—fuck oh fuck—” His moan cuts off as the wave of pleasure crashes over him, body spasming and bowing off the bed. Cumulus fucks him through it, slowing only when he collapses against the bed half a minute later, gasping and twitching, hand still idly circling over his clit. 

“‘Lus, please,” he begs, knees pressing together in front of her face. 

“Oh, I know you’ve got more in you, don’t you little clover,” she says, a little meanly. 

“W-wha—” Mountain barely has time to ask the question before Cumulus is flipping both of his legs to one side, holding him in a slight twist. She leans back and thrusts deep and hard, reveling in the confused and fucked-out look on his face. 

“Oh fuck oh no,” Moutnain says through ragged gasps. He’s still twitching and throbbing with overstimulation, forced to take what she gives him. It’s nothing less than the hottest thing she ever does to him. He can feel the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes already, threatening to spill in hot, angry lines down his cheeks. 

“Aw, let me see those sweet little tears, sunflower,” Cumulus purrs, digging her nails into his thighs. 

Mountain sobs as another orgasm rips through him, tears spilling from his squeezed-shut eyes, flowing freely. 

#ask #miasma #im gonna turn off the ask box on you woman #(i would never) #fanfic #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #mountain my love #cumulus ghoulette #mountain x cumulus #cumulus x mountain #i love them your honor #ficlet #PEGGGINNNNG ill never shut up about it. esp not if its my husband #transghoul tuesday

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I come with trinkets for my Crow ♡

Option a: MountRain bathtub sex

Option b: t4t sunny/swiss sharing a double ended dildo

Option c: cumslut Dew getting just c o v e r e d in it

once again, i find myself fulfilling another one of miasma's prompts. she is truly my muse ♡

this is, surprisingly (or maybe not), option a. but DAMN are those other two good as well.

rain is permanently trans in my brain now. pretend this was posted on tuesday, im shy of about 40 minutes

"How's the water, darling?" Mountain mutters against Rain's temple. 

The water ghoul sighs and melts further against his chest, dropping the back of his head against Mountain's shoulder. "So nice. Missed this."

"Mm, those hotel baths are simply not big enough," Mountain agrees.

"Some of them don't even have baths," Rain pouts, floating his hands over the lavender-scented bubbles. 

Mountain chuckles, the sound reverberating through Rain's own chest. "How rude of them." 

"It is." Rain flexes the fingers on one hand, clenching and unclenching them beneath the warm water.

"Sore?" The earth ghoul asks, his own fingers already trailing down Rain's arm, reaching for his hand. He pulls it close to his chest, wrapping his other arm around to meet in the middle, massaging before Rain has a chance to answer.

Rain chirps happily and lets his hand go limp in both of Mountain’s. He melts even further, if that were possible, draping his other arm over Mountain’s thigh and sinking more into the warmth of the water. “That’s nice,” he hums. 

The earth ghoul works his hand quietly, gently stretching the tendons and kneading into the fat of his palm. He pays careful attention to the thumb and pointer fingers, perpetually tense and strained from playing. Mountain works up his wrist and forearm, smiling at the way Rain groans in response. He places a kiss to his temple, digging his thumbs into the tight spots across the muscle. 

Rain’s fingers twitch against his shin as a soft whine escapes his throat. 

“Too much?” Mountain pauses his ministrations, worried he’s pushed too hard on a tender spot. 

“Oh, don’t stop,” Rain whines, petulant. But there’s a hint of something else, something that goes straight to Mountian’s gut when the water ghoul shifts and presses closer, nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck. He squeezes Mountain’s thigh, just hard enough not to be written off as absent-minded.

“Rain,” he says huskily.

“Hm?” The water ghoul kisses his jaw. Sweet. Tender. Just soft enough to set his heart alight with yearning. Mountain slowly drops Rain’s hand back into his lap, sliding his arms around his torso in a loose hug. He drops his head down to kiss along the column of Rain’s neck. It earns him a happy trill and another squeeze to his thigh. 

“Is there something else you want, tadpole?” Mountain mutters against the soft hollow of his throat. 

Rain bares his throat further, dropping his head back as far as it’ll go. “Oh,” he sighs as Mountain kisses along his collarbone. Rain’s hands drift up and down the earth ghoul’s thighs, searching, wanting. “You. Want you,” he says into the air above his face, whispered like an unholy prayer. 

“Can I touch you?” Mountain’s hands trail down his ribs and stop at the v of his hips, cradling Rain in a delicate, reverent grasp. 

“Yes,” Rain breathes. “Yes, anywhere. Everywhere.” 

Mountain pulls him close then, bodies slotting together like well-worn puzzle pieces. The earth ghoul lets his hands roam down to Rain’s legs, smoothing over the soft skin of his inner thighs, back up over the dark freckles on his stomach, over the lilac blush blooming at his sternum. He kisses at the side of his neck, mouthing at a slow and lazy pace. Rain purrs at it all, little sighs falling from his lips as he loses himself in Mountain’s touch.

His hands move lower once more, teasing above and around where Rain really wants it now. “Mount . . .” Rain pulls him into a kiss, a little awkward with the angle, but intoxicating nonetheless. Mountain smiles against the water ghoul’s mouth, letting himself be pulled in. He licks at the seam of Rain’s lips, who lets him in without a second thought. Their tongues slide together with ease just as Mountain dips his fingers between Rain’s legs. 

A shiver runs through Rain’s body. A soft moan escapes his lips, ghosting over the earth ghoul’s mouth. Mountain pulls away and nuzzles against the side of Rain’s face instead, sighing as his clit plumps up beneath his stroking fingers. 

"Fuck, yes," Rain sighs, grinding against the touch. Mountain groans; he can feel his cock fill out, bumping against the swell of Rain’s ass. He pulls the water ghoul’s hips back against his own, groaning again at the friction. “Oh,” Rain gasps, gripping at Mountain’s thighs as he continues to rub lazily at his cunt. 

Mountain takes one of Rain’s earlobes into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently. Rain whines as another shiver runs down the length of his spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He’s trembling against the earth ghoul, desire seeping out of his very pores. 

“Mountain,” Rain breathes. The earth ghoul dips his fingers lower, teasing. He grinds against Rain’s ass, teasingly acknowledging what he can already sense hanging off the tip of his tongue. 

“Yes, darling?”

Mountain teases two fingers around Rain’s entrance, prying the smallest of moans from his mouth. Rain pushes back against his cock, making Mountain groan in return. “Need it, inside—fuck, put me in your lap, please.”

“Turn around, need to see you.” Rain does as he’s told, careful not to slosh the water too much. It’s a tight fit with Rain’s legs bracketing Mountain’s hips, but there’s just enough room for him to settle on his knees, hovering over his lap. There’s slick already making its way out of Rain’s cunt; no longer hindered by water pressure, it drools out past his folds. “Fuck,” Mountian breathes, dipping two fingers into it. Rain grips his shoulders, gasping as he teases his entrance once more. 

"Mountain," Rain whines, almost desperate. "Please."

"Yeah," he breathes as he drags the slick gathered on his fingers over his cock, lining up the head to Rain's cunt. The water ghoul sinks down of his own accord. It's a slow, lazy slide all the way down, Rain heaving little sighs until his ass meets Mountain's hips.

Mountain's forehead falls against Rain's as he forces himself to remember how to breathe. He can feel the way Rain throbs around him, how his thighs shake against his hips. 

“Fuck," Mountain chokes out. "Sometimes I forget how good you feel.”

Rain smirks at that, shifting his hips. “How could you forget? You—ah—tell me every time.”

Mountain trails his hand back down to Rain's clit, circling the reddened bud with nimble fingers, mouth dropping open at the way his folds stretch around his length.

"Remind me again, darling."

#ask #miasma #transghoul tuesday #transmasc rain #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain x mountain #mountain x rain #the band ghost #mountain my love #mountain march is almost overrrr so sad #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #ficlet #i wanted to do more with this but i am also sick of looking at it #i have too many wips

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Let Me Taste Your Silhouette (Know You Really Want To)

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mountain/Rain

Tags: Transmasc Rain, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Undertones, water ghouls are wet, rain wears lingerie and mountain goes a little feral

Words: 5183

Summary: Mountain reaches out to hook a finger under the strap around his neck, slipping his other hand under the ribbons stretched over his hip. He pulls him close, humming low. There’s hunger in his tone, but a laziness to his smile. Rain giggles and gazes up at him sweetly, cerulean eyes sparkling with need and mischief. “What do you want, raincloud?” Mountain muses. He runs a finger down a stray black curl falling past his eyes, tucking it back behind one of his horns. “Hm?” Rain bites his lip, double fangs poking out cutely on the one side. He glances down at Mountain’s mouth, then back up into his eyes, just once. “Will you fuck me, please?” He says it so quietly, a wisp of a confession soaked in raw desire. Mountain hums, pleased. Of course he will, that much was clear from the moment he laid eyes on the stretch of water ghoul limbs in his bed. Made even more clear when the whole ensemble came into view.

for @bluravenite. yeah this one got away from me lmao

#i dont know what happened but this is 5k lmao #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #transmasc rain #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #fanfic #guys this is beta'd AND i edited it can you believe it #mountain x rain #rain x mountain #mountain my love #also its: #transghoul tuesday

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Also here's one that's definitely smut because I'm me teehee

Lemme get a transmasc Aether closet quickie. He needs his dick sucked like NOW. Partner of choice, but Aether's gotta lick his own cum off their chin I'm pretty sure. :3

miasma has me in a chokehold, i just want everyone to know

aether/swiss depravity below

Aether’s hard. Has been for the last 30 minutes, no thanks to Swiss’ hand dragging up and down his inner thigh. 

Teasing. 

Caressing. 

Dastardly suggestive in the middle of midnight mass. 

It’s pathetic, really, how worked up Aether is now just from the multi ghoul’s ghosting of a hand. He can feel a wet patch daring to soak through his underwear, his clit throbbing against the seam of his uniform pants. But he keeps any other reactions invisible, trapped beneath a disinterested facade. 

Swiss’ fingers graze close enough to feel that heat radiating off of his sex through the fabric. Aether sees him smirk out of the corner of his eye, and Swiss gives his thigh a squeeze, moving back down his leg with the newfound information.

Aether keeps his flat affect. Ignores him vehemently. He will not give Swiss the satisfaction of seeing him break—though it's hard when his hand is right there—and with the damned scents of Swiss’ own arousal, mulled wine and mint, creeping under his nostrils. 

The quintessence ghoul tunes in instead to Copia’s droning voice, surprisingly commanding during sermons. It provides just enough distraction to get him through to the end, rising casually but quickly as mass comes to a close. Swiss’ hand slips off his thigh, fingers tightening too late. 

Aether moves silently through the throng of siblings and ghouls, Swiss trailing after him not unlike a lost puppy. He walks casually down the corridor, but briskly enough that Swiss easily falls behind. He calls out for him just as Aether spots an all-too familiar doorway inset in the wall just up ahead. Perfect. 

Aether slows his pace, Swiss’ footfalls closing in. “Hey big guy,” he purrs, slinking up against the quintessence ghoul’s back. Aether lets him press close, hands running over his shoulders and ghosting over his ribs. Just as he moves to wrap his arms around his waist, Aether grabs him and pulls him into the alcove and into the supply closet nestled within it. 

“Eager, are we?” Swiss laughs as Aether closes the door. The closet is barely big enough for the two of them, but he doesn’t need much room for their unholy exchange.

Aether grabs him by the shirt, pulling him close. He stops just before Swiss can latch onto his mouth, earning a choked-off sound from the multi-ghoul. He pants against Aether’s upturned mouth, doing nothing to hide the mischievous glint in his eye, licking across a fang like he’s eyeing up a tasty meal. Aether smirks and stares at Swiss’ mouth, teasing. Moving a hairsbreadth closer. 

“Suck it,” Aether whispers before promptly shoving Swiss to his knees and pressing his face to the fly of his pants.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps, already mouthing at the fabric. He fumbles over the button and zipper, like his hands can’t move fast enough. After another moment of struggle, he’s tugging Aether’s pants and boxer-briefs down to his ankles and pressing his cheek against the crease of his hip. 

Aether’s clit stands fat and hard between his folds, shiny with slick. “Got you worked up good, didn’t I?” Swiss teases as he runs a finger down its length. 

“Yes,” Aether hisses. “Now do something about it.”

“My pleasure.” Swiss noses into the little curls on Aether’s pubic mound before running the tip of his tongue over his clit. Aether sighs above him, carding his hand into Swiss’ hair. He presses lightly—a suggestion more than a demand. Swiss opens up anyway, sealing his lips over it and pushing back the plump hood with his tongue. He sucks on the velvety shaft underneath, slicking it up further with his own saliva. 

“Yeah, make it sloppy,” Aether breathes. He cants his hips against Swiss’ face, coating his chin with slick in the process. It rips a groan from Swiss’ throat, fingers dimpling the skin on the quintessence ghoul’s thighs. 

“Fuck, Aethe, so fucking wet,” Swiss whines, almost reverent. He swirls his tongue around his clit, sucking with varying pressure and intensity. He runs his hands along Aether’s inner thighs, the same as he had in the pews. Teasing. Caressing. More daring now that they’re alone. 

“Use ‘em, don’t be a tease,” Aether groans. He reaches down to grab Swiss’ wrist, pulling his hand up towards his cunt and guiding his fingers between his folds to rest against his entrance. 

Swiss can only moan in response, immediately sinking two fingers inside as he sucks hard. 

“Shit, yeah, that’s a good lad,” Aether gasps, rocking into his hand. Swiss pets inside him, crooking his fingers just enough to make him keen. His tongue works over his dick, teasing the tip in and out of the hood and laving against the underside, pressing the fat flesh to the roof of his mouth. He’s messy with it, as promised, lewd wet sounds mingling with Aether’s gasps and groans. 

It’s quickly overwhelming, rapidly stoking the fire in his gut and drawing him to the edge. Goddamn that multi ghoul and his talented fingers and his stupid, sinful mouth. 

Aether’s head thumps against the closet wall as he grips hard at Swiss’ hair. He moans, low and rumbly against Aether’s cunt, and that’s all it takes before Aether’s whispering: “Gonna cum, fuck Swiss, make me, make me—”

Swiss drinks him down, sinking a third finger into his wet heat and teasing the head of his clit while he seals his lips over it. Aether nearly sinks to his knees, curling in on himself as he cums with a low groan. His free arm shoots out to grab onto the rickety metal shelf for stability as he spasms against Swiss, thighs shaking and cunt drooling past his fingers and into his palm. Swiss groans at the way he clenches around his fingers, how his clit throbs in his mouth. He’d pause this moment if he could, living in it for the rest of the day, but soon Aether’s gasping and twitching from overstimulation, pulling Swiss’ head away. 

“Fuck,” Aether laughs, shaking his head. “Look at the things you do to me.”

Swiss stands, pressing up against the quintessence ghoul’s torso. Aether can feel how hard he is against his thigh. “See for yourself,” he says huskily, holding up his now slick coated hand in front of Aether’s face. He hums, fully intending to pull Swiss’ fingers into his mouth one by one, sucking off his own slick. But Swiss pulls it away. “Ah ah, that’s mine. You can have what’s on my face,” he says sinfully. 

Aether pulls him into a heated kiss and laps at his mouth eagerly, already reaching down towards Swiss’ zipper.

#ask #miasma #fanfic #the band ghost #ficlet #ghost fanfic #transmasc aether #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether x swiss #swiss x aether #SLOPPY BIG BOYYYY #SHOULD WE START A TRANSGHOUL TUESDAY???

[forlorn-crows]

transghoul tuesday

thats all

#the band ghost

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a thousand lashes for crow. how could i not reblog my transghoul tuesday post yet. what is WRONG with me