#Aether Ghoul

[funvinefury]

Aether accidentally hitting Swiss (and being silly about it)

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[allnewbananasong]

MOUNTAIN AND AETHER CONTENT PLSSSS 🙏🙏🙏 I adore them and your art OOOGH

Careful with him, he’s scared of heights

[thelampisaflashlight]

A Complicated Sort of Tension

[It's not love, but it is. One-sided Dewther into RainDrop. I was just chillin' and somehow we ended up here.] Let's go.

There is a tension there, and Dew finds, to his surprise, it's not love.

Not in the traditonal sense.

He loves Aether, but -though he might partake in his flesh, and adore his body- to call it that, the feeling of it falls flat on his tongue and leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

He is happy to see Aether, to spend time with him, to press his body to his, and let the other man pull him apart only to piece him back together...

Yet.

The idea of Aether as his partner for life, as the center of his world in a romantic context... No.

No, he didn't want that.

The more he sat with the feelings he felt for Aether, the more apparent it was that he was his friend, not a lover, but no less dear to him.

Dew had almost felt betrayed when he realized it.

More than that, he was worried.

Worried that in telling Aether he didn't feel the same, that his head and his heart couldn't...

"I understand." Aether had said.

But the hurt was there regardless.

How could it not be?

Dew second guesses himself.

Maybe he's just scared of committing himself to something long term.

Maybe his insecurities are pushing back at him and keeping him from something he actually wants deep down.

But no.

No.

"...I don't..." Dew starts, "...I don't understand."

Because if that were the case.

If he was secretly in love with Aether.

Why is his heart pounding right now?

Rain gives him a look over his shoulder, back still to him as he plucks more leaves off the bush beside the bench they're sitting on.

"You're allowed to not feel the same way." he whispers, meekly, "Just because someone says they're in love with you... You don't have to go along with it every time."

Dew looks at his hands, and then the neatly arranged stones between his feet.

"...What else can I do?" he asks, voice cracking in a way that makes him snap his jaws shut tight.

The water ghoul shifts, swinging his legs so that his left bumps against Dew's right.

"You say no."

You say no.

Dew turns to look at him, eyes stinging ever so slightly.

"...And if I say it because I like someone who might not even like me back?"

Rain hums.

"You take the risk."

Dew wets his lips with his tongue.

"...Do you want to risk it... with me?"

A warm breeze passes between them, rustling the branches overhead, and Rain takes that moment to breathe, releasing the leaf he's pinched between his fingers.

...Something about the way Rain kisses him in that moment just feels right.

[smoke-and-silver]

Heeyyy don't be sad, Aether full unbridled c*ck on my Patreon right now, ok?

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[eros-ghoulette]

Such a moment

Fluff. Just fluff. (The GIF is random, but you'll get it if you read it)

Characters: Ifrit, Zephyr, Mountain, Aether Word count: 672

There was only one word to describe how their day had been: exhausting. Ifrit and Zephyr both collapsed on the fireghoul's bed. Ifrit's face buried into a pillow, his legs dangling over the edge; he let out a small noise that reminded the other of a baby lynx they once saw in a nature documentary. A chuckle escaped the airghoul as they thought about it, earning Ifrit's attention.

“What?” he asked, one eye closed as he turned his head to face his mate. Zephyr could only laugh more as they saw the incredibly adorable expression on his face and reached out to take Ifrit's hearing aid off, a small ritual of theirs.

“Nothing,” they said, giggling, “you’re just cute, you know?”

Even after all this time, a faint blush appeared on his cheeks. Zeph rarely said such things, and when they did, it always felt really special to Ifrit. He hid his face in the pillow again and sighed: “I need to shower.”

The airghoul nodded and sat up; their legs were hurting. Zeph knew they wouldn’t shower today. Not even bathing felt like a good decision to them. Walking for hours around the city without their cane hadn’t been a good idea, but here they were. Ifrit also pulled himself up now, tilting his head to look at Zephyr, a smile on his lips.

“Should I get us something to eat beforehand?” he asked.

“No, you'll go showering, I'll get us dinner,” they said.

“Okay.” The guitarist knew better than to say anything against it and stood up to pick up a fresh pair of pyjama pants. His hand brushed over Zeph's cheek before leaving the room.

The moment Ifrit left, Zephyr pulled out their phone, calling Mountain. While on the phone, they took their cane and left, heading for the kitchen. The tall ghoul helped them prepare a plate of sandwiches and carried it back to Ifrit's room. They walked past the bathroom, hearing the loud music Ifrit usually listened to when he showered.

“Can you also help me with the mattress, please?” Zeph asked, rummaging through the closet and pulling out a few blankets. They hissed as their knee cracked loudly.

Mountain nodded. “Sure, what do you wanna do with it?”

“Put it next to the bed.”

The drummer also helped with the rest, getting some chairs and attaching the blankets to form a cave. He also brought some fairy lights from his room to make the pillowfort more comfy, and then helped Zephyr to bring all the pillows from their room into Ifrit's.

When Ifrit came back to his room, he found the lights dimmed. The airghoul was nowhere to be seen. Ifrit felt himself grinning like a little kid as he saw the pillowfort, his tail wagging behind him. Just two minutes later, Zeph came back in a pair of black sweatpants and an old t-shirt.

“You like it?” they said, smiling as they saw the excited fireghoul. His hair still a bit wet and the scar on his head clearly visible under his freshly cut sides.

Ifrit rushed over and stole himself a quick kiss, practically bouncing with eagerness to crawl into the pillowfort.

They ended up sitting close together, their tails intertwined as Ifrit searched for a film to watch on their laptop, Zephyr munching on one of the sandwiches. He finally settled on Miss Undercover, a film both of them liked. Ifrit wrapped one arm around his mate, making sure that Zeph found a position that wouldn’t hurt them.

A few hours later, the only thing to be heard was their mutual purring coming from the pillowfort. Zeph spread out on their back, Ifrit's arm over their belly, his head on their chest, drooling a bit on Zeph's shirt. Next to them, an empty plate, just some breadcrumbs left and the turned-off laptop.

When Aether came to get them for breakfast in the morning, he couldn’t help but take a pic and let them sleep. He definitely wouldn’t want to interrupt such a moment.

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i died while writing this because they are too AHHHHHH and i wanna watch Miss Undercover and my legs hurt

@aweisz there you go

[ask-aether-ghoul]

Papa made ravioli today..it’s really good I think phantom is going into a food coma

[sovaghoul]

What if instead of pining for Aether while away on tour, Dew broke off their relationship so he could focus and not feel muddled and tortured by those emotions. And during the time apart, he naturally grew away from Aether and felt this was a wise decision, to be single and open to other experiences. Meanwhile, what if Aether tried to be strong and wait, hoping to welcome Dew back, not only to the Ministry but into his heart. And then Dew came home, but not to him. And that's when Aether threw himself into the Pit.

[ask-earth]

Fictive convos P.2

Mount:I'm surprised you thought you could fight him, he's more than twice your size.

Alpha: *Being held by the scruff like an angry kitten*

Big Earth with a smug look; Wittle kitten is upset.

[a-hearts-a-heavy-burden]

I want your guesses before I give MY answer

[lilypadlys]

Taming the Flames

Dewdrop is a little shit. Aether decides to fuck him about it. That’s the fic. Also they're gross and in love so it gets mushy at the end.

Ship: Aether/Dewdrop

Word Count: 2024

Rating: NSFW

Tags: smut, PWP, brat taming, spanking, spit as lube, anal fingering, anal sex, praise kink, cuddles

Below the cut or on AO3

Aether has had enough. Enough of Dew’s attitude. Enough of his snippy remarks. More than enough of his pouting.

Dew has been in a foul mood all day. He must have woken up on the wrong side of the bed or something and has been taking it out on everyone ever since. The final straw is when Dew snaps at Rain.

Aether had been reading in the common room, keeping an eye on the feisty fire ghoul who had taken up residence in a grumpy heap on the couch. Rain had come in wanting to watch a movie and could practically see the storm cloud floating above Dew’s head.

“Need a hug, Firefly?” Rain had asked, genuinely seeking to comfort; no intention to tease.

Dew responded with a hiss. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

Rain can more than handle Dew; has on many occasions. Rain’s muttered, “Well fuck you then.” would usually be the end of it. Today however, Aether’s patience is exhausted.

“That’s it, you little shit.” Aether tosses his book down stands and strides over to stare Dew down. “My room. Now.” His tone leaves no room for argument and still Dew picks a fight.

“You’re not the boss of me.” Dew rolls his eyes boredly and flips Aether off.

“Dewdrop.” Aether growls. “If you’re not in my room in five minutes you’re going to regret being summoned.” With that Aether coolly walks out of the common room.

Rain looks between Dew and the door, eyes wide and ears laid back. “He means it, you know.” He offers sheepishly.

“Yeah, yeah.” Dew grumbles. “I’m going.” He brushes past Rain and stalks down the hall to Aether’s room.

Dew kicks the already ajar door fully open and slinks in. Aether is waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Close the door Dewdrop.”

Dew lazily kicks behind him, slamming the door while maintaining eye contact.

“Now strip and get over here.”

Dew just shoves his hands in his pockets, glares, and huffs.

“You’re just making this worse for yourself.” Aether threatens, already standing up. He crosses to Dew in two long strides and before the fire ghoul can react, delivers an open palmed smack to his cheek. Dew stumbles a little and Aether uses his disrupted balance as an opening to scoop him up.

Dew makes an undignified squawk as he’s lifted off his feet and manhandled. As he’s carried to the bed, he hisses and kicks the whole way.

Aether sits back down, laying Dew face down over his lap. He presses a palm to Dew’s back, holding the squirming ghoul down before pausing. Slightly more gently, but in a serious tone, he asks, “Color?”

“Green.” Dew spits, still thrashing.

“Then hold still, gremlin.”

“Try and make me.” Dew retorts.

That does it. Aether presses down harder and uses his free hand to hook his fingers in the waistband of Dew’s sweats and pulls them down to his ankles. His boxers get the same treatment and Dew’s bare ass is revealed. The cold air has barely had a chance to cause raised goosebumps when Aether delivers a bruising slap.

Dew flinches with it all while biting back a moan as the force ruts his freed cock against Aether’s thigh.

“Come on.” He grits out, craning his neck to glare back at Aether. “You can do better than that.”

“Oh just shut up already.” Aether growls, throwing a leg over the back of Dew’s knees.

He grabs Dew’s arms and pins them behind his back before wrapping his tail around Dew’s wrists. Hands now free, he cups a hand over Dew’s mouth. Then he spanks him again, harder this time. A matching red welt is added to the other side of the fire ghoul’s ass.

Dew lets out a pitiful mewl. Still he wiggles his rear a little as if to ask for more.

“Not so tough now huh?” Aether snorts, winding back for the next strike.

Dew jolts with each hit. Whimpering, legs and tail thrashing, and claws digging to his palms. Soon his smarting rear is an even and angry red. Still Aether can see how the fire ghoul's eyelids flutter in pleasure.

After eight smacks, thoroughly chastised, Dew finally stops his squirming and lets his body go loose. Aether rewards him by soothingly rubbing his sore cheeks.

“There you go. Good boy. Just needed to be forced out of your head huh?”

Dew makes a grumbling noise, attempting to deny it, but Aether can feel how Dew’s cock kicks against his thigh even through his jeans. An unmistakable wet spot has formed where the tip rests, steadily drooling pre.

“And good boys get rewards, don’t they?” He coos, trailing his fingers down to tease at Dew’s hole.

Dew shudders and makes a muffled mrrep sound in reply.

“Would you like a reward?”

After a second, as if he had to process the words, Dew nods as best he can. His eyes are only half open and glazed. His brain has begun slipping into a pleasant haze.

Aether loosens the hand around Dew’s mouth and instead brushes his bottom lip with his pointer and middle fingers of his opposite hand. “Suck.”

Dew obediently lathes his tongue over the digits, getting them dripping with saliva. When Aether withdraws his hand, strings of saliva connect his fingers and Dew’s tongue. Aether moves his wet digits to Dew’s ass. Dew helpfully arches his back and spreads his legs a little. Aether pets at the fluttering ring of muscle teasingly. He waits until Dew whines impatiently before slowly sliding a finger in. With his free hand he scratches at Dew’s scalp and the bases of his sensitive horns

Dew keens, initially at the stretch and then the first jab of Aether’s finger into his prostate. As Aether slowly works him over, Dew goes completely limp; all fight gone. He simply melts into the gentle and thorough touches. His head falls to the bed, his cheek squished into the comforter. His eyes have gone completely glassy and he can barely keep them open. He lets out little gasps and whines as Aether pets at the most sensitive parts of him.

When Aether deems him worked open enough, he withdraws his fingers, unwinds his tail from Dew’s wrists, and gently scoops him up. He settles Dew at the head of the bed and steps away just long enough to remove his own clothes. Dew whines, tail thumping impatiently until Aether, now bare, climbs up onto the bed. He helps Dew remove his shirt then pulls the fire ghoul into his lap. Aether gets Dew adjusted, straddling his hips.

“Ready for me?”

Dew nods and hums an affirmative before letting his head fall forward.

“Words, Firefly.”

Dew struggles to lift his head to make eye contact. “P-please Aeth. I’m green. Please?”

“Of course sweet boy.” Aether kisses Dew’s forehead as he lines himself up with Dew’s hole. He slowly lowers the fire ghoul onto his girth and both of them hiss at the sensation.

As Aether bottoms out, Dew’s eyes roll back at the delicious stretch. His forehead falls to rest on Aether’s shoulder. He wraps his arms around Aether, pressing their chests together as if he wants to meld himself to the quintessence ghoul. Aether just hugs him back as he starts experimental rolls of his hips.

Aether does all the work, just letting Dew lay boneless against him. He doesn’t really mind; the pretty choked off noises Dew makes each time Aether’s dick brushes against his prostate making it more than worth it. Still, the angle isn't ideal for what they both really want.

Aether carefully leans forward and lays Dew down; then adjusts himself to kneel over him. He gently extricates his arms from behind Dew. Supporting himself with his forearms, Aether rolls his hips until Dew whines, indicating he’s got the right angle. Then Aether pulls back and thrusts in deep without warning.

Dew howls, arching his back and clawing at the sheets. Aether soothingly shushes him, all the while continuing his targeted assault.

“Just relax. I’ve got you. You’re doing so well. Just focus on feeling good for me, okay?”

Dew couldn’t disobey even if he wanted to; his mind swimming in pleasure and unable to conjure a single coherent thought. Aether’s hitting the spot that makes him see stars with a deadly precision. All he can do is make little choked off noises and try to remember to breathe.

He feels himself getting close all too soon. His whimpers and incoherent noises increase in frequency and volume and his thighs begin to shake. His eyes are squeezed shut and he grips the sheets like a lifeline.

“Close aren’t you?” Aether chuckles, even though it’s obvious. “It’s okay. Me too.” He shifts his weight to one arm so he can slide the other between them. Dew sobs when Aether gets a hand on his throbbing cock. Aether swipes his thumb through the small puddle of precum that had gathered in Dew’s happy trail and uses it to ease the slide of his fist over Dew’s length. Dew unconsciously bucks his hips into it and Aether purrs, tightening his hand.

“That’s it. Take what you need.”

A handful of strokes more and the burning in Dew’s gut sends him over the edge.

“Guh…Aeth-ah-ah!” He gasps and spills rope after rope of hot cum between them as Aether milks him for every last drop.

Aether only releases his hand and slows his hips when Dew begins to hiss and thrash in overstimulation. Dew slumps to the bed, exhausted.

“Doing okay? Just a little more alright?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.” Dew sighs his agreement.

Aether lets his own desire take over and he returns his attention to bruising Dew’s insides. The pace goes from fast, even, and sharp, to erratic and halted as Aether nears his own peak. Dew helps him along best he can by clenching down and pulling him into a filthy kiss, even as he shakes in overwhelm.

When Aether reaches his own climax, he pulls back and Dew bares his neck. Aether bites down at the junction between Dew’s neck and shoulder as he finishes; teeth tracing the marks of their past love making. As the high fades, he licks the wound soothingly.

He finally pulls away to admire the blissed out form of his fire ghoul beneath him. Dew’s tousled locks fan out below him, framing his face. A lavender blush tinges his gray skin from his cheeks to his chest. His head lolls to the side and his eyes are half closed in well fucked contentment. He lazily licks his lips and Aether can’t help but chase that pink tongue. He leans in for a gentle kiss. Rather than frantic and claiming, it’s easy. They lap into each other’s mouths just to taste. Tracing familiar ridges of teeth and tongue. Only the screaming of their lungs for air forces them to part.

“How are you feeling Firefly?”

“I’m good. Really good.” Dew chirps. A goofy, sex drunk grin breaks out on his face; a testament to the wave of bliss he's still riding.

Aether mirrors his smile. “You did so well. So good for me.” Aether kisses his nose. “Let's get you cleaned up and comfy, alright?”

He adjusts like he’s going to pull out but Dew stops him, patting his arm.

Aether raises a brow.

“Stay? A little longer?” Dew murmurs, looking away shyly. He’s unwilling to give up the feeling of being so intoxicatingly filled up quite yet.

“Of course sweetheart.” Aether carefully rolls them over so now Dew is resting on top of him.

Aether runs his fingers through Dew’s hair as Dew nuzzles his chest and kneads at Aether’s stomach. They both already know this will eventually lead to a round two. Then they’ll need to get up. Shower and change the sheets. Dew owes Rain an apology too. For now though, they’ll lay here. They'll bask in sleepy contentment until Dew can’t help but begin teasing rolls of his hips and sloppy kisses. And Aether will have to rail him about it again.

[thelampisaflashlight]

The Star

[Omega has thoughts, Dew is a thot, Aether and Terzo are mentioned, and Rain is a peeping tom.] Below the cut.

Omega looks down at Dew, who stares up at him a little wide-eyed when the larger of the pair reaches down to scratch under his chin.

Dew lets out a low purr, the buzz tingling against Omega's fingers, and closes his eyes, nuzzling his cheek into his palm when he moves it to cup his face.

He takes this moment to take in the ghoul's glamoured form and thinks about how Terzo had made it no secret that he enjoyed Dew's softer, human features... very, very much...

He could see why his lover had been so enamored with the man before him, and Omega cannot deny the rush he feels when Dew turns his head to kiss his palm, catching his gaze once more in an almost innocent way.

Despite his obviously attractive qualities, Omega has never slept with Dew before.

Sometime after the younger ghoul had been called forth from the pit and made whole in the body of Baphomet's choosing, almost stubbornly, Omega had denied himself the pleasure of even imagining such things, for reasons that he can no longer remember.

Perhaps it was because he'd been so focused on Terzo at the time, that he hadn't noticed Dew's advances.

Or maybe it was because even Dew had been more interested in someone else at the time.

Omega thinks of Aether, of how his protégé had fallen head over heels for the other ghoul from the moment he batted his pretty, pale lashes at him...

Changing his grip to a firmer one, Omega tilts Dew's head to the side, following the line his neck creatures down the expanse of his body.

There's not a single place on here that his protégé hasn't touched, and something about that thought makes him the slightest bit uncomfortable about the idea of moving forward without confirming whether or not there were still any feelings lingering there behind blue eyes.

He doesn't ask though.

He drowns out that little voice in the back of his head with the feeling of Dew taking him into his mouth.

Dew swallows him like he's nothing, no resistance, and Omega lets out a sigh as his cock sinks in further.

It doesn't take much for Omega to start filling out, and for a moment he tries to imagine it's Terzo down there on his knees, but the thought gets shot out of his head the second Dew pulls back and kitten licks his slit.

Terzo was good at a lot of things, but Dew?

"You were made for this, weren't you?" Omega almost coos at the ghoul, dragging his nails through his hair until they catch on a single knot in the silk and pull ever so slightly.

Dew lets out a moan that can only be described as sinful, and Omega happily wads his hair into his fist and tugs again.

It's not long before he can peek and see Dew's own arousal growing, and it's right as he's about to cum that Omega grins towards a crack in the door.

"Well, now... You're not at all who I expected to see." he whispers into the creature's mind.

Black, colorless eyes glare at him, possessive... obsessed.

Dew gives a whine and squeezes his thighs together, unaware of the reason why Omega had halted his assault on his throat.

"If you want him that badly..."

The door creaks slightly as webbed fingers dig at the wood.

"...You'll have to be quicker next time."

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Dew's Tattoos

My headcanon about Dewdrop and his tattoos! Warning for mention of needles, extremely unsanitary tattoo practice, and some elemental transition related body horror.

Dew has a bunch of stick-and-poke tattoos. He started doing them when he was still a water ghoul, using the end of a broken guitar string and a pen he’d chewed open. They were tiny at first- little stars, frowny faces with x-ed out eyes, and a Satanic cross, all on his upper thighs. They all faded in months, so Dew just tattooed new designs over them. His tools got a little better, he was using a sewing pin sterilized with a lighter and some calligraphy ink he’d stolen from the library. He slowly started to get better, his lines got steadier, and he even started sketching up designs rather than freehanding them.

Then his elemental transition happened. The process was excruciating- his body had to remake itself from the ground up. His fins necrotized and fell off and his coral-like horns grew brittle and crumbled away. His gills stung and itched as they sealed shut. He wanted this, had always felt off regarding his element of water, but he almost thought it wasn’t worth it. He kept telling himself it would be over soon but it just kept going.

It took six months for the transformation to be complete. When Dew was finally able to look in the mirror, he saw himself. It was freeing. The only thing he missed from his old body was the tattoos. Somewhere through the process of growing new flesh, the ink had disappeared. He mourned them- they were symbols of his growth and something that made his body uniquely his.

Dew started tattooing himself again, this time with slightly better tools. He used some sterile needles he’d swiped from the infirmary and managed to get his hands on some real tattoo ink. His designs started on his thighs, but moved to his arms, stomach, hips, and lower down his legs. His packmates watched him grow more comfortable in his new form as ink spread across his body.

However, Aether was horrified when Dew described his process the first time. He then gave him an hour-long lecture on sterilization and infections. Dew pointed out that it was very unlikely for ghouls to get wound infections while Topside but Aether insisted that Dew take the proper precautions when tattooing himself in the future, including doing it in the infirmary where it was cleaner. Dew agreed and ordered some proper equipment.

After a while, Aether let Dew tattoo something onto him- his favorite constellation, Ursa Major, in white ink on his wrist. Once healed, it became Dew’s favorite spot to kiss. He’ll never admit it to anyone, but the sight of his own art- even just a simple design- on his mate’s body makes him ridiculously happy. When Aether got top surgery, Dew tattooed more constellations along the scars. He also tattooed his own scars with flame designs.

He’s got some tattoos that are professionally done (mostly on his back, where he can’t reach) that he got on tour, but most of them are done himself.

[bonncy]

photocards of the demon cats

[smoke-and-silver]

needed a warmup tonight so i'm drawing some quint-on-quint action

[xruiiii-blog]

portable fireplace🔥

[bazlk]

idk im bored and still have lots of unfinished sketches from last year