#Aether/Dewdrop

[nastylittleghouls]

Aether: So, how did it happen? How did you break your foot? Dewdrop: *switching cameras on his phone* Do you see those stage stairs? Aether: Yes. Dewdrop: I didn't.

[ghoul-slime]

okay here's the actual prompt lmao:

dewther & a good ole closet quickie? maybe after a show, between chores, before mass . . . authors choice xx

Crow!!! Thank you for sending me this prompt all the way back in March and I'm SO sorry it took me forever to finish!

Aether/Dew, closet quickie, newly summoned Dewther being filthy and disgusting and obsessed with each other. 1,057 words.

Read here or on Ao3

They can’t keep their hands off each other. Not even a week since they’ve been summoned, and they’ve fucked so many times they’ve lost count.

So when Dew takes Aether’s hand and tugs him into one of the hallway storage closets on their way to band rehearsal, he doesn’t even consider saying no.

“We’re gonna be late,” Aether says with a breathy chuckle, sounding entirely unconcerned about the fact. He’s already hard in his pants when Dew tugs off his silver mask and sinks to his knees in front of him.

“Don’t care,” the water ghoul answers back, tucking a strand of long, blonde hair behind his ear and working to pull off the sash tied around Aether’s waist. He unfastens his uniform pants with deft fingers and makes a pleased little trill as they fall to the floor, revealing that the bigger ghoul hadn’t bothered with underwear since the last time they undressed each other that day.

Aether slips off his own mask just as Dew leans in and swallows him down into that deliciously warm, wet mouth. He tilts his head back against the wall of the closet as the little ghoul bobs his head, takes him all the way down his throat with a satisfied hum. He’s sure that Dew can taste himself on his cock too, unshowered and undoubtedly still covered with slick and lube from their activities less than a half-hour earlier.

He sucks Aether off unhurried, letting his hands wander across Aether’s thick thighs as he works. Once he’s satisfied he pulls off with a wet pop and gives the flushed, glistening head one last lick before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stands up with a triumphant look on his face.

Dew tugs his own sash off, shimmies his pants down and lets them pool at his feet. Aether watches with rapt attention as he turns around and rucks the ends of his uniform tunic up around his waist and leans forward, bracing himself on the opposite wall with his hands. He arches his back and looks over his shoulder at Aether expectantly.

“C’mon and fuck me,” he says, with an impatient wiggle of his slim little hips.

They haven’t even known each other for more than a week, and already Aether knows that he’s never gonna be able to say no to this ghoul for the rest of his life. So he takes himself in one hand and lines up, sinking into Dew’s hot little body with absolutely no resistance - happy to give him everything he wants. 

“Oh, fuck yeah, just like that,” Dew throws his head back as Aether presses in and fills him up. He’s already so fucked open and wet that he doesn’t even need time to adjust to the stretch.

Even in the dim light of the closet Aether can see the way Dew’s body opens up for him. Like he was made for it. He slides all the way in and pulls back out nice and slow - just slow enough to admire the way his slick, pink rim grips his cock as he pulls out. He holds there for a moment, with the tip of his cock kissing Dew’s entrance. So pretty, Aether thinks to himself, watching as Dew’s empty hole flutters for him, desperate for him to finally press back in nice and deep. He squeezes bony hips and pushes forward until he’s pressed all the way inside, thighs flush with the back of Dew’s.

With a grunt, he picks up the pace, fucking in and out with deep, rapid fire strokes so strong they force the ghoul beneath him forward with a bounce each time. It doesn’t take long, not with a view like this, for Aether to feel his heavy balls drawing up tight. Dew can tell too, because he clenches around him on each stroke, pushing him closer to the edge. The smaller ghoul reaches between his legs and jacks himself off to Aether’s increasingly erratic thrusts, until they’re both panting and moaning together in the tight space of the closet.

“Gonna cum,” Aether warns, claws digging into the meat of Dew’s skinny little ass. Dew just answers with an encouraging nod, hand still working furiously between his own legs as he chases his own orgasm.

Aether buries himself deep when he cums, fingers and claws leaving marks on Dew’s bony hips as he pulls him back and holds him still while he finishes inside. It’s enough to set Dew off too, and he cums with a shout, spilling wet and dripping across his own fingers.

They stay locked together for a minute before Aether pulls out, admiring how wrecked Dew’s pretty little hole looks. He starts to pull his pants back up when he stops him with a hand on his wrist.

“Don’t put it away yet, I want to taste it,” Dew says, locking eyes with Aether and lowering himself to his knees again. Aether hisses as Dew wraps a hand around his still sensitive cock and brings it to his lips. The little ghoul opens up wide and gingerly takes his softening cock into his mouth. Blonde lashes flutter closed against flushed cheeks as he sucks, knowing well enough that if he really wanted to, he could suck Aether through the pain until he’s hard and ready to go again.

Instead he holds him in his mouth like that, savoring the taste of him on his tongue. He holds him inside like that until Aether starts to squirm, and then he releases him, gives his soft cock a few more delicate little kitten licks until he’s nice and clean. Satisfied, he pulls off and stands back up, grinning wildly at Aether's flushed face. 

Aether, still panting, dutifully reaches for Dew’s hand, still one wet and sticky with his own release, and licks each and every one of his long fingers clean in return.

When they finally make it to rehearsal, they’re nearly twenty minutes late. Aether attempts to apologize on their behalf, but Papa Terzo just waves them both off with a knowing smirk. As he takes his place next to Dew on the practice stage, the little ghoul flashes another fanged grin, and already Aether is thinking of all the things he plans to do to him as soon as they’re alone again.

[palesweetsdeer]

drunk mountaindewther. that’s it. that’s the ask. i just wanna see how they’d act around eachother

…. They don’t go out together a lot

[noahl-art]

Snap Those Final Strings / Watch Me Fall Back

Collab with my dear and absolutely incredible friend @forlorn-crows as a lil gift for @miasmaghoul 😈❤️

"Dew whimpers again and reaches his arm back, craning his neck so he can sloppily capture the quint ghoul’s lips with his own. Breathing hot and humid against each other’s faces, Dew’s hand gripping at Aether’s hair. Whining again when Aether humps, just a little."

Words : 1,748

FULL FIC AND ART HERE!!

[tinyluvs]

dewdrop who smokes all night after aether has gone because he can’t sleep without aether there anymore

dewdrop who looks for aether in every constellation because that’s where aether told him he’d go, after…

dewdrop who sees a ton of shooting stars and wishes on every single lil one just because aether told him to

dewdrop who wonders if aether lied to him because his wish hasn’t come true, aether hasn’t come home

[coffeeghoulie]

if youre still taking requests for mushy may maybe 18 for dewther and 25 for aethtom?

Mushy May Day 18: Courting/Romancing

Mushy May put together by the lovely @forlorn-crows <3

After coming home from their first tour, Aether and Dew discuss water ghoul courting customs as they build their hearth together. No warnings, 800 words.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

“Is there anything special about the rocks?”

Dew pauses, looking up from the bed sheets in his hands to Aether. They’re soft and cotton, made in human custom rather than ghoulish, but Dew has to admit that they are comfortable. “What do you mean, special?”

Aether hums, turning a dark blue-grey stone over in his hand. The quartz scattered through it glitters in the light coming in through Aether’s window. Or, their window now. A little warmth comes to his pale cheeks as he recognizes it; it’s the very first courting stone he’d ever given the quintessence ghoul.

“I mean, did you pick these out to give me for a reason? Or is it more a ‘pretty stone for the ghoul I want to court’ situation?”

Dew’s shoulders relax and he tucks a sheet into the nest he’s helping build. Aether sets the stone down, coming to help rearrange pillows and blankets, following Dew’s lead. They’ve just gotten home from their first tour, and Aether had lead Dew here, with all of his bags, instead of letting him go back to his own.

“Well, I’m glad you picked up the courting part, eventually,” Dew teases with a soft huff. “Even if Ifrit had to help you. Thought you said you were the smart one.”

Aether laughs, tossing a pillow at Dew’s head. Unfortunately, he catches it and throws it back. “I mean, I just didn’t know about courting rituals that weren’t quintessence customs. Genuinely just thought you were being nice. And you didn’t actually answer my question…” he trails off, flashing a grin that shows his gold fang.

Dew rolls his eyes, but Aether can see clear as day that there’s no real irritation in the gesture. The same look in his eyes the way he looks out on stage throwing picks. He thinks for a moment. “The pebbles mean the same thing as the hearth, from what I’ve been told,” he says, gesturing towards the mess of bedding they’re organizing on Aether’s bed. “It’s an invitation to build a nest together. At least in my school, the first step to make nests was to make it out of stones like those before you lined it with something soft. At least, that’s how it’s been for centuries. Mist’s got one just like that at the bottom of the lake she built for herself.”

“Oh, I see,” Aether hums, a violet flush coming to the high points of his cheeks. He tucks a blanket into the nest they’re weaving, looking to Dew for his approval.

“Why’d you ask?” Dew says, softer now. Aether just stares for a moment, long silver hair falling out of Dew’s ponytail, entranced with the way teal gills flutter at the side of his throat with every breath.

“I just. I wanted to know if I had to find a specific kind of rock to give you in return, or if any old one will do.”

Dew’s breath hitches the tiniest bit, head ducking to avoid Aether’s eyes. “You don’t have to do that,” he laughs, working another blanket into the hearth and adjusting it this way and that. “You already have your bedding in the hearth, that’s pretty much as good as sealing the deal.”

Aether steps around the bed to stand at Dew’s side, leaning down to nuzzle gently into Dew’s hair, avoiding the sharp points of his seaglass horns. The scent of lilies and meltwater and candle smoke fill his lungs, and he wraps an arm around Dew’s shoulders to bring him in. “Darling, you said it yourself, you were raised water. I want to honor what you knew. How you started to court me. I want to court you the way you know. Please.”

Dew sighs, and leans so heavily against him for such a small ghoul. He starts to purr, and Aether chuffs into his hair. “It varies. Ghoul to ghoul,” Dew says slowly. His beautiful blue eyes, the color of the lake on the sunniest day of the year, shut softly. “Some based off of size or shape. Some do just find one randomly. Mine, for you, was because of its color. The way it glittered like stars. Reminded me of you. Wanted it to be the first stone in our nest.”

Aether chuffs again, warmth budding in his chest. “Thank you, darling. I want you to know I’ll cherish it forever.”

Dew cracks an eye open, peering up at him. “The human bedding is way comfier than stones. I’m not making you sleep in a pile of gravel.”

Aether just laughs and kisses him. The first night in their permanent hearth, not ones made with hotel bedding, is the best sleep he’s ever gotten.

When he presents Dew a piece of baby blue agate that he’d found at the lake two days later, they don’t leave the hearth for a week. Aether doesn’t stop smiling for a month after they emerge.

[ghcstcd]

I was talking about Dew dressing up for Aether yesterday

[ashthewaterghoul]

I think Dew is very protective of his hair…

Aether is the only one allowed to style it and he’s actually gotten very good at all sorts of braids, buns and can do some really intricate stuff.

Dew obviously knows how to care for his own hair but loves loves loves letting Aether take care of it.

Poor Dew touring without Aether and his hair turned into a bird’s nest because he forgot Aether wasn’t there to style it for him.

Aether made up for it with about fifty different styles to try when Dew got home.

They both love it so much - taking quiet mornings where Aether spends so much time making sure it looks perfect, kissing Dew’s shoulder when he’s done and taking photos to add to his portfolio.

Also Aether loves to YANK on that thing while they’re fucking so… there’s that too… :)

[halexxsam]

The Order of Nature

working on posting my writings from a03 to tumblr as well. Read on a03 here. Divider from @wrathofrats.

summary: The ghoul's heat or rut cycles are based off the changing of the seasons. Copia learns the order of cycles and who helps them out.

words: 1,840

There were many things about the ghouls that either they learned from retired ghouls or from their current pack if they were recently summoned. There was one thing, though, that all the ghouls had to go through, and that was heats or ruts. It was a universal experience for all of them, though it changed slightly based on their element.

Mountain’s rut always came first, his element the first to succumb to the season with his ties to the earth. Being topside, Mountain has only ever experienced ruts, but he knows that past earth ghouls have had heats. His rut came around at the beginning of every new season, with summer hitting him the hardest. 

He would feel it first in his lower back, his hips becoming so warm it rivaled Dew’s normal temperature. It would hit him later, almost as soon as one of his packmates whispered his name close to his ear, a warm blush hitting his cheeks. Mountain was a lover, he liked making his mates feel good, letting them know they were loved and cherished. But when his rut hit, he wanted it hard and fast. Dew was almost always a willing companion, along with Swiss. 

“Oh, Mounty. Season changed already, hm?” Aether purred, coming up behind the taller ghoul to rest a hand on the nape of his neck. 

Mountain leaned into Aether, still aware of himself to know that it wasn’t a dominating hold, but one of support and comfort. He whined low in his throat, enjoying the soft caress of his packmate until his body demanded something rougher. 

“Mm, Aeth…” Mountain whined, turning around to him, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. Aether wrapped his arms around him, bringing his hand to run through his hair. He heard Mountain make a soft noise in response. 

“Come on, big guy. You want your nest?” 

Mountain whined, shuffling his feet, looking at the floor. “Don’t wanna, not yet.” He murmured, “just wanna be here with you.” 

Aether trilled at that, smiling softly. “C’mere sweet boy, let’s lay down for a bit, alright?” 

The two moved into the common room, securing the huge couch. Mountain found his place curled up into Aether’s side, the beginnings of a purr starting up. This was important for Mountain, to be able to be soft with his mates before he changed from his rut. It served as a reminder that he could still be soft. 

Later in the evening, Mountain would start to peel away from Aether, starting to seek out someone to have his rut with. In a few days, he would emerge from his room, tired and sore, and in desperate need of cuddles with his pack. He enjoyed all of them curled around him, but that is until the next ghoul succumbed to their cycle. 

After Mountain, it was a draw between Dew or Rain. On some unlucky occasions, they would both hit at the same time. That was hell week for the ghouls. Much like their elements, the two ghouls had polar opposite cycles. Due to his element change, Dew gained the ability to choose to experience either a heat or a rut, where Rain only experienced heats. 

Most of the time, Dew was hit first, his fire element being rather erratic. By the time Mountain came down from his cycle, all the ghouls could feel the heat rising in the den. Dew’s cycle’s were almost always painful now, a lasting reminder of his change. There were times when his cycle was completely non-sexual, for anything of that matter hurt too much to be worth it. When that happened, Dew would make a huge nest in the common area, enough to fit everybody. He would claim his spot in the middle and by the end of the night, his pack would all trickle in. Aether would always come to him first, crowding the burning ghoul to his side, allowing his quintessence to lessen his pain. 

Dew would whine, his hands coming to wrap around his stomach. Aether would coo, trying his best to kick up a purr to soothe his mate. 

“It’s bad this time, hm, my flame?” He would just get a soft growl in response. 

Rain would find them next, knowing that he could help keep Dew’s temperature down, as well as feeling his cycle come up soon and relishing in the contact. Rain would glue himself to the other side of his fire ghoul, sticking his head under his neck. Rain would chirp every once and a while, enjoying the contact and relaxation. Swiss would follow next, never one to turn down a ghoul pile. He would side up behind Rain, hands wandering all over him, almost like he could never get enough of him. With Swiss came Phantom, along with the girls, Cumulus, Cirrus, and Aurora. 

The girls curled up together towards the end of the nest. Phantom would cuddle into Aether’s side, a content purr starting up. Phantom was still a kit to the ghouls, only a couple hundred years old. He was still coming into things, and he wouldn’t experience a cycle for another few hundred years. His smell was still that of a kit, too, and when Dew’s heat demanded comfort, he was second best to Aether. Something about the smell of a kit relaxed Dew even further, even seeking Phantom out, alone, towards the end of his cycle. 

Though, when Dew’s cycle demanded sex, he wouldn’t want Phantom around, deeming it almost inappropriate to have him involved in something he hadn’t yet to experience himself. Phantom would stay with the girls, Dew preferring the company of Aether and Swiss. Maybe Rain, if the ghoul was feeling up to it. 

Dew would crawl into Aether’s nest in his room, surrounding himself in the scent of his mate, one of the few things that eased his pain. He would try and sleep some, knowing that any attempts during the next few days would be futile. More often than not, Dew chose to have a heat, which would usually trigger Aether’s rut. Swiss would help the pair, being the only one with a clear head. Sometimes he would help sate one of them while the other slept, or he would just be in charge of food and water, even helping them shower or keep clean. 

Dew settles on top of his mate, rocking his hips slowly. Aether grabs his hips, holding him down, fingers digging into his hips, the smell of his mate’s heat getting to him. The two would fall into each other, one of the only times Dew allowed Aether to treat him softly, to draw this out. Surprisingly, Dew didn’t want to be treated rough at all during his heat, regardless of if his pain was particularly high. Maybe part of him enjoyed watching his mate treat him like a flower, or maybe he just liked indulging him. Dew liked seeing his mate smile, especially if it resulted in him purring, feeling good about taking care of his mate. 

Rain’s cycle overlapped with Dew’s, Swiss and Mountain usually taking care of him while Aether was with Dew. Rain’s heats were always a bit intense. The pool ghoul was a shy one, always reserved and quiet, even around his pack. Dew said that some water ghouls are like that, taking comfort in the quiet. During his heat, Rain was very sensitive, physically and emotionally. Swiss and Mountain would find him buried in his nest, snuffling softly. 

“Hi Rainy,” Swiss coos at him, digging him up from his nest, placing the water ghouls head on his lap. Mountain ran his fingers through his hair, gaining a soft chirp from him. The water ghoul crawled closer to them, just trying to get closer to them. 

“Swiss, Mounty,” Rain cried, tears sprouting from his eyes. Their touch alone was very overstimulating. 

“What do you need, hun?” Mountain asked, picking the smaller ghoul up to put him on his lap, the earth ghoul almost encasing him due to his size. 

Rain whined, rocking his hips against Swiss’ leg, causing the multi-ghoul to chuckle. “Want us to make you feel good, baby?” 

“Please,” Rain whined, “touch me.” 

Mountain grabbed Rain by the scruff of his neck, making the ghoul settle down a bit. The ghoul relaxed in his hold, tipping his head back to present his neck, making Mountain growl in response. He smoothed his hands down Rain’s front, stopping to twist his nipples, making the ghoul cry out. 

“Sh, honey. It’s okay,” Swiss said, running his hands on the water ghoul’s thighs. “We know what you need. Let us give it to you.” 

Rain sucked in a breath, letting out a small sound. “Sensitive…m’ sorry,” he whined out. 

“Aw dear, we know. It’s alright. We’ll make it good for you.” Mountain rumbled out, being the first to fall influence to the scent of Rain’s heat. 

They worked their clothes off slowly, Rain lying on his back in his nest, his face flushed and a light sweat breaking over his skin. Swiss sat in-between his legs, mouthing lazily at his clit. His face was soaked with Rain’s slick, the stubble of Swiss beard making Rain go crazy. 

He’d cry and cry, his face soaked with tears as Mountain and Swiss made him feel good, made him shriek and wail as they entered him and abused that sensitive spot within. Rest assured, Rain always came out of his heat a happy ghoul.  

After Rain, it was Swiss who got hit next. Normally, Aether would have his cycle at the same time, but that changed when he mated with Dew. Though, Swiss had an interesting ability because of his shared element status. He could, within reason, delay his cycle if he wanted to. It especially came in handy when touring. 

Swiss enjoyed his rut cycle, and his heat cycle if that's what he chose. The multi ghoul kept the company of anyone of his pack, as he based his cycle off of who was up for it. He almost never shared a cycle with Rain, their cycles too close to sync up. Normally, it was Dew or Cumulus that helped him. Aurora joined in too, but only sometimes. She had just experienced her first cycle last year, making her relatively new to it, yet alone helping out one of her pack mates. 

Cumulus and Cirrus preferred to take care of each other, having Cumulus' heat sync with Cirrus’ rut. Copia would join them, both girls loving the company of their Papa. He would bring them food and water, and offer another layer of protection. 

Copia found their heat and rut cycles to be fascinating. He loved watching them take care of each other, he greatly enjoyed the end of the season when all the ghouls were sated and they piled in the common room for days. Phantom would be waiting for them, waiting to be held by his pack and be surrounded by their scents. Copia still had so much left to learn.

[nastylittleghouls]

Swiss: I'm so happy, I could kiss you! Phantom: Uhm....Neat. *later in the evening* Phantom: *lying face down on Dew's bed* I said, "Neat," Dewdrop. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid. Dewdrop: *turns a page of the book he's reading and takes a sip of Aether's good wine*. Don't beat yourself up too much about it. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember when I told you what I did when Aether confessed his love for me? Phantom: Didn't you thank him? Dewdrop: *looks at the ceiling and grimaces* I fucking thanked him.

[ghoul-slime]

Now how about Dew forcing Aether to his knees with his hands behind his back and shoving his cunt in his face. Telling him to shut the fuck up and lick. Dew stands over him and straddles his face and Aether’s got nowhere to go, not that he’d want to anyway, and so he does as he’s told, opens up nice and wide and lets Dew use his mouth.

Dew stands there above him, one hand in hair and pulling as Aether licks him out from below. Tongues him slippery wet and filthy, loud and obscene. Aether is moaning like a whore while Dew fills his mouth with slick and Dew just stands above him with an iron grip in his hair, rubbing that fat clit of his across his tongue, forcing Aether deeper between his legs until he’s red-faced and sputtering, gasping for air between licks.

Dew has him suck his clit like a cock, tells him suck it, fucking choke on it, swallow my cock down like a good boy. And of course Aether does, eats him out for all he’s worth, deepthroats that throbbing clit until he swears he can feel it hit the back of his throat. And when Dew cums he does choke, because Dew holds his head between his thighs and squirts right down his fucking throat - makes him take every single drop of it. And when he finally pulls away, Aether is lightheaded and dazed, soaking wet and completely wrecked and all he can manage to do is look up at Dew with tearstained cheeks and wet lashes and choke out a hoarse thank you

[palesweetsdeer]

Could you do drunk aether and dew with Copia?

They about to have the craziest threesome

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 13 : "Just wanted to hear your voice"

Dewdrop was having a bit of a harsh night out on tour... he just needed a bit of comfort...

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!!🌙

[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ sound it out 𖤐 dew & aether ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; dewdrop + aether + sounding = 3k word smut ❥ warnings; sounding, light bondage, submissive aether, slight orgasm denial?, tiny bit of hair pulling, idk how to tag anymore ❥ authors note; haven’t written smut in over a year, be nice pls ❥ wc; 3.1k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

a glint of metal flashes between dews fingers, “fuck aeth,” he groans, flipping the rod around in his hand, “you’re sure you wanna do this?” he asks, stepping between aethers thighs. he’s giving him an out, an escape, not that aether would ever take it

“please,” aether whimpers, eyes fixed on dews hand. he rolls his hips up, a futile attempt at getting some friction on his painfully hard cock. he’s been hard, leaking profusely for far too long, “please, touch me, dew,”

dew growls, watching closely as his mate struggles against the bounds around his wrists, keeping him sat, mostly, still against the chair he’s on. another flash of metal and aether whines, desperate and needy, cheeks puffing out with air

it’s been hours, aether thinks in the back of his mind. hours since dew tied him up, hours of dew touching him, running his hands all over his body, conveniently bypassing aethers cock. everytime he got stupidly hopeful that dew would wrap thin skilful fingers around him, he didn't. aether is almost at his limit, about to start begging

but, he doesn't have to because dew is dropping to his knees between his thick trembling thighs, lithe fingers wrapping around aethers fat cock. dew gives a slow tug, groaning quietly to himself when aether throbs in his hand

“get yourself wet for me,” dew grunts, sinking fangs into his bottom lip and swiping the pad of his thumb over aethers already wet slit, shiny and flushed a gorgeous deep purple.

aether groans at the sudden contact, his stomach tenses and his cock kicks in dews little hand, pre spurting from the tip but before it can drip, slide down over dews knuckles, the fire ghoul is bringing the rod to it

luckily the metal is warm after being held in dews fist for so long. he flicks his wrist gently, swirling the shiny rounded tip through aethers mess, “there you go,” dew smirks, dragging out the last word as aether continues to leak and whimper softly

it’s a slow, torturous movement. a slide of smooth metal around and around in circles on aethers engorged head until dew is dipping the rod against aethers hole, both ghouls groaning at the wet sound it makes when dew pulls the rod away

“droplet,” aether whimpers through gritted teeth. his thighs tense, knees knocking against dews shoulders, “please, do it, plea-”

aethers desperate ramble gets cut off, replaced by a loud choked moan when dew pushes the end of the metal rod past his tip. it disappears into aethers cock, only centimetres but aether whimpers at the sudden, slight stretch, “oh f-fuck,”

dews eyes stay transfixed on aethers cock, one of his hands wrapped around the base, keeping it still while his other hand keeps the rod in place, allowing his mate to get used to the feeling of it

the quint ghoul shifts, hips bucking up slightly as his hands curl into fists behind his back, “move, please,” aether whines, trying to buck his hips up even further

instead of following aethers whine, dew does the opposite, pulling the rod out completely. aether hisses through his teeth in protest, “i know, it’s coming back,” dew provides, giving aether a slow stroke which forces another bead of pre out of him

the bounds around aethers wrists tighten when he pulls on them, he could rip through them, his sheer size and strength would make it far too easy but he won't, he's in safe hands, he trusts dew

he holds his breath in anticipation, watches through heavy lidded eyes as dew gets comfortable on his knees. the smaller ghoul reaches behind himself, pulling his shirt off to shove it under his knees to act as a poor attempt at cushioning

“ready?” dew asks, leaning forwards to kitten lick at the underneath of aethers tip, letting it rest heavy on his tongue and groaning deep in his chest when aether spurts against his warm lips, dew takes that as a yes

he leans back, licking pre off of his lips and then the rod returns, slipping into aethers cock once more, this time though, dew pushes it in further, inches it into aethers tight little hole until only half of the rod is visible

“dew,” aether moans, throwing his head back. dew growls, snaps his fangs together as his tail winds around aethers calf, spade roaming up and down in what should be a soothing manner, though to aether it feels rather teasing “s-shit,”

“feel good?” dew smirks, watching as pre erupts from aethers tip around the rod, spilling down his length and over dews knuckles. aether nods, breathless and panting slightly, eyes focused on dew, “yeah? what if i do this?”

dew holds the rod between his finger and thumb and starts to twist it slowly, “de-, oh shit,” aether pants, eyes squeezing shut, “feels so fucking good,” he chokes out before sinking his fangs into his bottom lip, hips bucking up into the air

the fire ghoul watches from his place between aethers thighs. watches as his mates head tips back, jaw dropping in a silent moan. watches as his hips roll, his back arching away from the backrest of the wooden chair

around aethers leg, dews tail winds higher and higher, squeezing around a thick thigh before unraveling completely, suspending itself briefly in the space between the two ghouls.

aether isn’t looking, can’t, otherwise he will cum. seeing dew on his knees in front of him under any circumstances will send aether over the edge faster than he would like to admit. but, dew on his knees fucking a little metal rod into him? aether would be a minute man at best

dew however, takes the opportunity while aether isn’t looking. he continues to twist the rod, reveling in the little gasps aether makes but his tail gets closer to aether, spade hovering dangerously over his mates fat balls

the spade dives in, like it has a mind of it's own, nudging and dragging over aethers heavy sack, “fuck!” aether shouts, probably loud enough for any other poor unsuspecting ghoul in the den to hear him. his entire body clenches, wrists pulling against the ties, “fuck,” he repeats, a whispered whimper this time

the bigger of the ghouls is starting to struggle, a burning heat forming low in his stomach as he wills himself to look at his mate, eyes burning and watering, tears threatening to spill. his mouth opens, jaw slack, but no noise comes out

dew slides his hand from aethers base to his tip, thumb pressing lightly against the bump under aethers skin where the rod sits, the former grunts in response and then, “think you can take the whole thing?”

the innocence in dews voice is faux, dripping with it as he cocks his head to the side, staring up at aether with wide eyes, his tongue darting over his bottom lip as he does. he continues to drag his hand up and down aethers wet cock, refusing to move the rod even an inch

aethers cock jerks in dews hand, “yes, fuck i can, make me take it,” he rambles, blinking wetly at his partner. dews tail returns to it's earlier place, winding around aethers calf, spade drifting up and down gently

without much warning dew starts to withdraw the rod, twisting as he goes before pushing it back in, fucking it further and further into aethers littlest hole. the rod slides in and out of him smoothly, a wet slide that has the bigger of the boys panting, precum doing it's best to spurt out around the metal, “almost there,” dew groans, his own hips sliding forwards, jeans starting to get uncomfortably tight, “aeth look,”

in aether’s haze he somehow manages to look, heavy lidded eyes traveling down dews slight body and between his own legs just as dew lets the last few inches of the rod disappear into him, the entire thing pressed into his cock, “fuck, fuck fuck,” aether groans loudly as the rod presses against something deep inside of him, his entire body tenses, pushing the rod back out a few centimetres

dew moans, his thumb pressing down over the end of the rod until the pad of his finger is flush with aethers slit, sliding it back and forth gently before dragging a knuckle down the bump until he’s brushing against aethers balls

“lucifer below, look at you,” the fire ghoul whistles low, eyes focused on his mates cock. above him, aether whimpers, thighs trembling, vibrating. slowly, dew rises from his spot on the floor, standing to his full height between aethers legs

aether silently stares at him, eyelashes wet and clumped together. dew steps forward, getting a knee up onto the edge of the chair, sliding his thigh forward until aethers cock is resting against harsh denim, a damp spot forming almost immediately

thin fingers brush through aethers hair, he trills and leans into dews touch, cheek slightly brushing against dews wrist until dews fingers are gripping at his hair, blunt nails pressing against his scalp. dew tilts aethers head back, barely allowing him to whimper before he’s on him

dew kisses him hard and dirty, licking straight into aethers open mouth. aether doesn’t really kiss back as much as he just moans and lets dew take. sharp fangs nip against aethers bottom lip until their kiss is metallic and wet, “you,” dew pants, pausing to suck on aethers lip, “are so fucking good,”

suddenly, dew pulls back, lust driven and groaning as he shoves his jeans down, kicking them across the floor, discarded, “dew,” aether whimpers, a silent beg for him to come back, to touch him, to let him cum

“i know, i-i’ve gotta,” dew pauses, pupils blown wide, hands hovering at his waist as he looks at aether “gotta, fuck,” he mumbles, shoving his boxers down his legs too, exposing his own cock

dews cock is painfully hard, deep red, almost purple at the tip. a bead of precum runs down the underside of his length, dripping off and onto the floor before dew can wrap his fist around himself

jerks once, twice and then three times before he invades aethers personal space again, slotting himself over one of his mates thighs. aethers head rolls, forehead bumping against dews shoulder, a deep groan bubbling out of his throat when dew grinds, dragging slick over his skin

“please,” aether slurs, digging his fangs against dew’s collarbone, the latter tips his head back and hisses in return, “need’a cum so bad,” his beg is emphasized by his cock kicking between them, smearing pre against dews sharp hipbone

the fire ghoul growls low, “i'm not done with you yet, sorry,” he grins, unapologetic, before dragging a hand down aethers broad chest, pinching lightly at the soft skin underneath aethers navel. his hand gets lower and lower until it’s wrapping around where aether needs him most, groaning when the rod presses into his palm from the inside

“push it out,” dew orders, free hand squeezing tight around the base of his own cock. aether sobs, lets his head roll back as his body tenses, forcing the metal rod out enough for dew to get his fingers on it

dew twists the rod, neither pushing nor pulling yet, just letting it twist and drag inside of aether, “look how well you're taking it,” he says, pulling the rod up until only the tip rests in aethers hole

the quint ghouls chest heaves but he makes no attempt to look down, his head still tilted back, eyes staring at a specific spot on the ceiling. he whimpers high, feminine, before his voice cracks, breaking off into a deep moan when the rod is suddenly pushed back into him. he tries to roll his hips up but with dew sat so high on his thigh, he’s trapped against the chair

dew rolls his eyes, free hand reaching up to grab at aethers chin, forcefully tilting his head down, “no, i said look,” he huffs against aethers neck, nipping at the shell of his ear, “look exactly how well you're taking it,”

aethers balls start to draw up, the image in front of him being far too much to take. dews skinny thighs either side of his thicker one, dews fingers twisting and pushing down on the rod, dews cock bobbing between them, forgotten about, “i’ll cum, dew, i swear” aether warns, panicked and rushed

“not until i say so,” dew sing songs, thumb pressing on the tip of the rod until it disappears again and then, he takes both hands off of aether completely, “soon though,” he mumbles, his palm sliding against aethers tip, rubbing round in circular motions

aether wails, veins in his neck straining so hard dew momentarily debates sinking his fangs in. dews palm is warm but aethers tip is hot, pulsing and throbbing, sensitivity pushed straight to a hundred as dew doesn’t let up, stopping only for a second before restarting the circular motion in the opposite direction

“dew,” aether chokes, tears streaming down his cheeks, “baby, please, let me cum, i nee- oh, need to so bad,” he starts to wriggle, thrash as best as he can without bucking dew off of him and onto the floor. soft material digs into his wrists harshly when he pulls on them, hissing hard at the slight pain

now, while dew is the furthest thing from a saint he has an incredibly large soft spot for aether and while he would love to continue this game far into the night, keep his mate on edge for hours to come, though he would never admit it, dew is hurtling towards his own orgasm at light speed. hours of teasing, foreplay and aether hitting him all at once

he reaches around aether, tugging on the end of the tie until it’s slipping free and falling to the floor. before aether can get his hands on dew, squeeze at his waist until his fingers are completely surrounding him and touching, dew grabs his wrists, “do not touch yourself,” he orders, bringing one of aethers hands down to his own cock

aether pants, dances his fingertips over dews slit, getting his fingers wet before he slides his fist from tip to root, pinky finger brushing against dews sack, “fucking hell, o-oh shit,” dew moans, grinding his hips forward, fucking his cock through aethers tight fist

“uh huh,” aether pants, brain turning to mush, his own quint bleeding into his veins and judging by the slight purple tinge in dews eyes, he’s feeling it too, his head tipping back while he uses aether to get himself off

suddenly, dew flies forward, crushes his mouth against aethers, a clash and clang of teeth, tongues pressing together messily. aethers free hand winds into dews hair, blonde strands wrapping around his fingers though he doesn't pull, just holds him there

“push it out again,” dew mumbles against aethers lips, palm finally coming to a stop over aethers throbbing tip, pressing down so the rod couldn't come out anyway, “c’mon, do it,”

“i can’t” aether sobs, salty tears slipping down his cheeks and between their lips.

dew growls, snapping at aethers bottom lip, “you can and you will,” he says pressing his thumb against the bump, he rubs up and down, coaxing aether to push the metal out. dews free hand drops to aethers balls again, letting them rest heavy in his palm, “do it and then i’ll let you cum”

through a whimper aether tenses, rolls his hips up and bumps dews palm out of the way. the rod slips free, an inch at most before aether is panting, “i can't, please, dew, help,” he cries, fist halting around dews cock

if dew wasn't on the edge of his own orgasm he would’ve said no, told aether to do it himself but he can't wait and neither can aether. he grunts, works his hand up aethers length until he's getting a hold of the rod, pulling on it slowly

in his other hand aethers balls draw up, somehow getting heavier in dews palm. aethers hand practically flies over dews cock, filling the room with wet, slick sounds, mixed with both ghouls panting, chests heaving and then, the sound of the little metal rod slipping free of aethers wet tip and hitting the floor with a little metallic clang

dew gets his fist around aether, a mirror image of what aether is doing to him, hands sliding up and down each other with earnest, “cum for me aeth,” dew pants, “fucking squirt for me, make a mess,” he all but begs, nudging his hand against aethers balls, rolling them between his fingers

aether doesn't put up a fight, simply throws his head back and howls, spilling thick and hot over dews knuckles. managing to splatter up both of their stomachs. dew groans, still working his hand over aether, “cum, please cum,” aether sobs, body starting to shake from overstimulation even though his cock is still spitting

quintessence zaps up dews spine, forcing his orgasm out of him before he can even open his mouth, his head rolls forward onto aethers shoulder, “f-fuck,” he whimpers, thrusting his hips up into aethers, slightly looser, fist

his cock throbs, jerks and then he’s adding to the mess, shooting his load with a wail, cum drips down his own chest and then runs down over aethers hand, thick drips covering his knuckles

overstimulation threatens them both, leaving them to slump against each other, aethers clean hand drapes around dews waist, pulling him close to stop him sliding off of his lap, dews body getting heavier in his hold

neither ghoul is entirely sure how long they stay like that, both of their cocks starting to soften while cum slowly dries over their hands and bodies. aether makes the first move, somehow recovering faster than dew.

he kisses dews forehead, “bath?” he asks, twisting the end of dews hair around his fingers while his cum stained hand tickles up his thigh, “dewy?”

dew hums, blissed out and hazy from his orgasm, swaying gently as he leans against aether, “carry me?” he asks, lips moving against aethers collarbone, mouthing softly

aether chuckles, his body gently jerking dew as he does, “i’m not sure if i can even stand up,” aether grunts a little, tightening an arm around dew before arching his back, letting it crack in at least three places, a soft groan of relief escaping him

“only one way to find out,” dew supplies lightly, throwing an arm over aethers shoulder and around his neck. aether huffs and moves dew until he’s fully seated on his lap, knees pressing against aethers hips

“okay but if we both fall over, it’s not my fault,”

“sure thing big guy,”

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[ghuleh-draws]

I had the absolute HONOR of collaborating with @askingforthesun on their incredible Into The Eyes Of Fire series. If you've ever wanted to feel your brain melt out of your head (in a good way) please give it a read. I got to draw the loveliest scene from Chapter 4!

Excerpt under the cut.

The first touch was like a lightning bolt to his soul. Warm fingertips settled on his sternum, brushing soft patterns into his skin, and he heard Dew exhale shakily, a disbelieving, fragile little sound. A moment later another touch brushed against his side, and his fists curled up even tighter as he fought not to flinch away. He wanted this, he repeated to himself over and over, he’d wanted this for so long, he couldn’t run now just because he’d spent so long training himself in the habit of self-hatred. Dew groaned quietly as the heat of his hands skated over Aether’s skin, pressing in a little firmer at his hips, and Aether heard himself answer the sound with one of his own, soft and uncertain. Dew’s grip tightened at the sound of it, long elegant fingers digging into the softness of Aether’s hips so sharply it startled Aether’s eyes open. And, now they were open, he didn’t think he had it in him to close them again.

Please consider checking this out and giving it some well-deserved love. It's a fantastic piece of writing and I have had the time of my life following along as it releases!

[coffeeghoulie]

after midnight

late nights in Dew and Aether's nest.

Explicit, 1.9k. Contains a sleepy handjob, aftercare, and just gross domestic fluff.

this was supposed to be a quick little thing to take my mind off of things and it turned into four pages. just how it goes lmao.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

Dew takes great pride in keeping his hearth warm. Aether's vessel doesn't run anywhere near as warm as his does, nose and fingertips and toes freezing when he gets into bed.

"Long day, starshine?" Dew whispers, curling up against his mate's side. Aether groans softly, stretching as he settles into their bedding. Their scents are baked into the sheets. This is theirs. His arm curls around Dew's shoulders, pulling him flush to his side.

"Not really, but still glad it's over," he says, turning to look at Dew. His eyes glow soft and purple in the low light of their room, the worn fabric of his sleep shirt soft under Dew's cheek. "Glad I'm here."

Dew cracks a smile, hooks a thigh over Aether's hip in an attempt to get closer. "Where you're meant to be," Dew hums, smile curling a little possessively. He presses his face into the crook of his neck, rubbing his cheek over his matescar for a moment.

"Yeah, where I'm meant to be," Aether laughs softly, and Dew feels it more than he hears it. He yawns, almost cat-like with the way it bares his fangs, glinting in the low light, and settles more firmly into the crook of Aether's arm.

Dew trills contentedly when Aether's tail winds around his own, hand heavy and solid against the small of his back. He slings his own arm over Aether's chest, feels his heart beat under his palm, takes a deep, shuddering breath of ozone and the faintest bit of antiseptic.

Their bodies press together like magnets, the matebond between them like a compass needle; Dew'll always be able to find his way home by it. Not that he ever wants to be far from his mate. Not willingly. But he knows, if it ever happens again, he'll know exactly how to return to Aether's side.

"Love you," Aether yawns. It bares his fangs, thick and sharp and dangerous, inches from Dew's face. Anyone else would flinch instinctively. But Dew purrs, rubs his cheek against Aether's collarbone.

"You too," he whispers. They float in a haze between sleep and wakefulness, and Dew's entire world reduces down to the careful arrangement of bedding that makes up their hearth. He is safe, his mate is warm and content, and they can indulge in sloth and rest until they're sated.

Dew's not quite sure when his eyes open next. The room is still dark and warm. His head rises and falls where he's using Aether's chest as the most comfortable pillow. There's something half hard pressed against his shin, where his leg is hooked over Aether's hip. He isn't sure what wakes him, but the low, budding scent of Aether's arousal is a likely suspect.

"Aeth," Dew hums, soft, careful not to break the peaceful little bubble they find themselves in.

"Mm?" Aether says, voice low and rumbly in his chest. His eyes don't open, but his hips press up slightly into Dew's.

"You want some help?" Dew offers, rubbing his cheek against his collarbone, worrying at the fabric of his shirt.

Aether turns to face him. Slow and still heavy with sleep, it takes effort. But those violet eyes crack open, peering down at him and glowing in the darkness. "Never gonna say no to you, darling."

Dew smiles, lazy and fond, and shifts until his face is pressed into the crook of Aether's neck. His hand, still resting over Aether's chest, trails down until it reaches the hem of his shirt. He cards his fingers through the coarse hair covering Aether's belly.

Aether groans as his hand teases downward, head rolling back into the pillows of their hearth with a soft groan. Dew just smiles, rucks up the hem of his shirt. "'m not gonna be mean, Aeth," he whispers into the column of his throat.

He wills his magick to his palm, raising the temperature slightly as he plucks at the waistband of Aether's boxers. His head presses further back into the pillows with a rumbling moan, baring his throat as he lifts his hips just enough for Dew to pull them down to his thighs.

The groan Dew pulls from Aether's lips when he wraps his warm hand around his half hard length is music to his ears. He presses his mouth to the column of his throat as he starts to stroke him, pressing soft kisses to his pulse. In any other situation, the pace Dew sets would easily be considered teasing. But here it's perfect, warm and slow and just enough to let the pleasure build like the tide coming in.

"Mm, fuck," Aether rumbles, low and quiet. Dew nuzzles at his jaw, thumb teasing at his slit to smear the pre beading there down his shaft. It's enough to smooth his strokes, and Aether groans again at the slide.

"That's it, starshine," Dew mumbles, breathing in Aether's scent, thick on the roof of his mouth. "Just want you to feel good, lemme take care of you like you take care of me."

Aether twitches in Dew's hand at his words, fingertip tracing the prominent vein along the side. Dew bites his lip, feeling himself start to perk up in interest, but he ignores it to listen to the way Aether's moans are broken up by soft chuffs. He pulls Dew a little closer to his side, hand fisted at the small of his back and holding onto his tank top. "Dewey," he breathes, eyes struggling to stay open as he looks at him.

"I've gotcha, big guy," Dew hums, feeling the purr start to kick up at the base of his throat. His other hand worms under Aether's head, just holding, blunt claws scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.

Aether chuffs louder, going completely boneless and relaxed. Just how Dew wants him. He relaxes so quickly that if it weren't for Aether's groans, Dew would have thought he'd fallen asleep on him.

Not that he'd blame him. It's been a long day, and it's late. Dew scratches at the nape of his neck just to hear him chuff louder.

"Just feel good f'me," Dew purrs, soft and low. Aether nods a little, violet eyes squeezed shut.

Dew startles a little when something touches his tail, but he almost whines when he realizes it's Aether's own wrapping around his. He strokes him a little faster, gives him a little more pressure.

The hand on the small of Dew's back moves up his spine until Aether has his fingers tangled in Dew's hair. He doesn't pull or tug, hand big enough to cup the entire back of his head. Dew purrs loudly, leg still hitched over Aether's.

"Fuck, darling," Aether groans when Dew twists his wrist just right at the tip of his cock. Dew smiles, leans up to press his forehead to Aether's. So close they breathe the same air.

"Yeah, that's it," Dew whispers. "Just feel good, baby."

Aether nods, their horns clicking together with the motion. "M'close," he admits, and Dew snakes his hand down even further to cup his balls for a moment, feels them start to draw up to his body.

"Like this?" Dew asks, lips brushing over his as he resumes his slow, lazy strokes. "Or do you want more? Anything you want."

Aether shakes his head, fingers tightening slightly in Dew's cornsilk fine hair. "Just want you, love," he whispers, the faintest furrow appearing in his brow, fangs sinking into his swollen bottom lip.

"You have me," Dew promises, eyes not leaving Aether's face. Drinks in every detail. Watches his nose scrunch up just a little before the pleasure makes his face go lax. His cock pulses in Dew's hands, cum splattering over his knuckles and the thick hair coating his belly.

Dew works him through it, savors every shiver and huff of breath until Aether's fingers tighten almost to the point of pain in his hair. His cock gives one last twitch, sticky and wet with release, and slowly begins to soften.

Aether just breathes, chest heaving, holding Dew close as he comes down. Dew makes no move to pull away, just ducks his head down to press his lips to Aether's pulse once again. He feels it hammering, blood and quintessence moving throughout his body, before slowly start to come back to its baseline.

They stay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, until Aether's cum starts to cool and dry, sticky and unpleasant. Dew lets go of Aether's dick, letting it rest against his hip, and starts to pull back from his embrace.

Aether makes a wounded noise, eyes flying open. "Nope, stay," he tries to persuade, a little quintessence seeping from where his fingers still touch Dew.

Dew shakes it off, laughing softly. "I'll be right back, you big softy. Don't wanna leave you all messy."

"Oh, come on," Aether grins mischievously. "Just the other day you said you wanted to-"

"Ah!" Dew cuts him off, laughing as he climbs out of their hearth. "None of that. Be right back."

He ducks into the bathroom to wet a washcloth, calling on his magick again to make it a comfortable temperature. Just as quick as he left, he's back, standing over Aether sprawled out in their hearth.

Aether's eyes open sluggishly, twin points of violet in the dark. When he sees Dew, his fingers twitch like he's trying to make grabby hands, too exhausted to put in the whole effort. "See?" Dew says as he starts to clean up the mess he made. "Said I'd be right back."

Aether chuffs softly, fingers still twitching as Dew cleans him up, pulling his boxers up and the hem of his shirt back down. "Thank you, darling," he mumbles, well on his way back to sleep. Dew just smiles, staring at him. It's nice to see him relaxed and sated like this.

He throws the washcloth in the general direction of their hamper and crawls back into their hearth. Dew presses a kiss to Aether's cheek before curling up against his side once again.

Aether pulls him close with one strong arm, the other reaching down to where Dew sits half hard against his own hip. Dew swats him away lightly. "'m alright, starshine," he murmurs, watching Aether struggle to stay awake. "Return the favor some other time."

Aether chuckles, fights to keep his eyes open as he stares down at Dew. "You sure, baby?"

Dew gives him another kiss on the cheek. He reaches up to trail a fingertip down the bridge of Aether's nose. Huffs a soft little laugh as Aether's eyes cross when he follows it. "I'm sure, Aeth," he says, settling happily into the crook of his arm and purring up a storm.

It's not long before sleep takes Aether in its hold once again, chest rising and falling deep and even. Dew, selfishly, stays awake a little while longer, just to watch. Aether's peaceful like this. Relaxed and warm and safe in the hearth that Dew made for him.

Dew shifts until his head is tucked under Aether's chin, mindful of his horns. Like this, he can hear Aether's heartbeat, steady just like him. Dew smiles, purring as he gets comfortable, and lets himself follow Aether to sleep.