#aether in glasses

[pyrefection]

Aether, after losing his reading glasses, squinting his eyes while he tries to do the Sunday morning crossword at the breakfast table

[iamthecomet]

thinking of prompts . did i already send you one? anyways here is another. aether reading in the library. he has reading glasses because that’s hot as heck. someone (dew? rain? swiss?) decides to cause trouble and irritate and distract him from his reading. chaos ensues. if you wish to write smut then please go ahead . i will pretend i do not see xP

(i think pyrefection is the one to thank for aether glasses idea btw)

You haven't sent me one yet! And this is such a good one! Holy shit. Credit to @pyrefection for giving @apopticghoul and me both Aether in reading glasses brain rot. I'll stop short of the real smut, just for you, Koi.

Aether likes his quiet time in the library. Swiss knows it, everyone knows it. He spends an hour or two, curled up in one of the loveseats with a book in his hand. He always picks the loveseat in front of the biggest window, the sun casting over him as he lounges. Sometimes, Rain or Mountain will go with him, Swiss never does. Reading isn't really one of his things. But today, he's bored. Rain and Mountain are out in the greenhouse testing some new irrigation system Rain magicked up. Dew and Sunshine disappeared an hour ago to either get stoned together or cause trouble--probably both. And Cirrus and Cumulus are working on a puzzle in their room that Swiss is not allowed to touch, because the last time he tried to help he knocked the whole thing over and it took them two hours to find all the pieces. He tries to wait it out, he figures Sunny and Dew will show up eventually, and they're always fun when they're high, giggly, touchy, and pliant under his wandering hands. But they don't show up, and he's alone in the common room and he's bored out of his mind. And then he remembers, Aether. Aether's a flight of stairs and two rooms away, and Swiss can't stand sitting here alone for one more second. He pushes open the library door five minutes later. He doesn't really have a plan. Maybe Aether's book is boring. Maybe he's almost done. Maybe-- Swiss rounds the corner and Aether's in his regular spot, lounging on the plush red velour of the loveseat. And he's wearing glasses?

Swiss stands and stares, he can't stop looking. He didn't know--he's never seen--Satanas, why is that so fucking hot?

"Since when do you wear glasses?" Swiss asks, trying to tip his voice into something that sounds like laughter instead of like the air has been sucked out of his lungs.

Aether looks up at him, over the top of the glasses. Swiss can't stop looking at him. Is this a thing? Does he have a thing for this? That's weird. Admittedly, Swiss has a thing for a lot of stuff, the list is ever-growing. But glasses? On Aether? He's hopelessly attracted to Aether as a general rule. Loves the way his body feels under his hands, the way he can dig in and hold on. But this spike of arousal is new, strong. It makes something in his stomach swoop like he's a teenager falling in love for the first time. "I've always worn reading glasses," Aether says, his eyebrows raised as he watches Swiss stare at him. Swiss swallows. "Guess I've never seen you read then." "Yeah, probably not, because you don't read. You should try it sometime. You could use it." Swiss waves him off, finally jerking his body into motion. He sits next to Aether and rearranges Aether's legs so they're entwined with his. "What are you doing?" Aether asks, looking at him over the top of the glasses again, and Swiss wants to kiss him, right now. He wants to Aether to pin him to the couch and put him in his place and--shit. He absolutely has an Aether-wearing-glasses thing. "Sitting with you. You looked lonely."

"You sure that isn't you?" Swiss scoffs, leaning back against the couch. He makes to close his eyes but keeps them open a crack so he can watch Aether go back to his book. He reaches up and adjusts the glasses on his nose. "You can stay but only if you're quiet." "Yeah, yeah," Swiss agrees noncomittally, almost like he doesn't hear the words, "I'll be good." Aether casts him a look that says he doesn't believe it for a second, but he starts to read again. And Swiss tries. He tries to be good. He tries to keep his hands to himself. He tries to just watch Aether, but he only lasts fifteen minutes before that's impossible. He starts with his hand on Aether's thigh, just above the knee, innocent. But then that isn't enough either. He presses closer, slides his hand up, drags his thumb along the inside of Aether's thigh, feeling the way the flesh gives beneath his hand. Aether looks up at him sharply and he stops his ascent. But doesn't take his hand away and Aether drops his gaze back to his book. Swiss' fingers twitch. The warmth of Aether bleeds through to his palm. He wants to squeeze. He wants rip the book out of Aether's hands and shove himself between his legs and-- "You're distracting me." "Am I?" Swiss asks, he squeezes, digging in his fingers enough to earn a sigh for his efforts. Aether closes his eyes as Swiss' hand climbs higher. "Guess you should do something about it."

"You should find someone else to annoy."

Swiss grins at him, he leans in, plucking the book from Aether's hands. "Nah, why would I do that when you're right here and it's so easy."

Aether sighs. He raises his hand to take the glasses off. Swiss stops him with a hand around his wrist. "Leave them on."

Aether laughs at him, rolling his eyes as he pulls Swiss in to kiss him. "It's always something with you isn't it?" Swiss thinks about denying it, but then Aether's kissing him, opened-mouthed and needy, and Swiss can't be bothered to think about anything at all.

[ourobororos]

once upon a time i wanted to draw the pokebosses all as cats and i finally got around to finishing it 😼 i like the idea of interpreting them as regular #normal cats.... some thoughts and hcs for them below the cut bc its fun to stink about

giovanni- classic tuxedo tomcat. well taken care of but spends a lot of time prowling around... kind of the leader of the local outdoor cat community. social and charming but will always win a fight if challenged

maxie- very vocal siamese... usually stays indoors but occasionally goes out + likes to roll around in dirt. standoffish and doesnt like to be pet + gets into fights constantly with the annoying tabby next door

archie- scruffy long haired tabby who spends most of his time outdoors, esp by rivers to stare at the fish... very friendly to everyone but likes picking fights with the stuck-up siamese cat next door

cyrus- exclusively indoor tiny sphynx. glares at all the outdoor cats through the window on his tall perch

ghetsis- fluffy male tortoiseshell. nobody knows where he lives, seen outside a lot but always well-groomed and well-fed. charming so you let your guard down and then he swats when you least expect it

lysandre- massive purebred maine coon... extremely pampered and only gets the royal treatment from his owners of course. rarely goes outside and is grossed out by all the outdoor cats and their dirty coats

guzma- huge scruffy tabby, rare ghost coloration. escaped his home young and became the leader of a group of feral stray cats... aggressive and REFUSES to get caught by humans without putting up a fight

lusamine- purebred ragdoll... very fancy show cat part of a line of them- never ever goes outside but likes chatting with the outdoor cats through her custom built catio screen. always showing off her kittens

rose- purebred british shorthair, very friendly but out of touch and gets picked on by the other cats due to his pampering and rarely going outdoors. skittish and picky about his food

colress- russian blue. nobody knows if hes a well taken care of stray or an outdoor housecat, but travels far and wide and never stays put for long. the cats think he and ghetsis might be from the same household(?) but nobody knows the truth

[eros-ghoulette]

Aether and Dew chilling in bed after fucking, both naked, Dew pulled to Aether side with one arm around him. Their tails wrapped around each other, their breathing finally calm again.

Aether looking at Dew and giving him soft kisses on his head, telling him how much he loves him. Dew blushing and covering his face with his other arm, only for Aether to chuckle. Aether talking about astronomy just fifteen minutes after fucking Dew stupid, because he's a huge nerd. Dew listening as always, loving how excited Aether gets about such a normal topic.

Aether standing up, rushing over to his wardrobe, to pull out a box full of small goodies, post cards and pictures. He brings it back to Dew and puts on his reading glasses. "Look what Megs got me!" He's holding out a small plastic box, in it some kind of stone, and Dew has no idea what it may be. Aether sitting back down, practically shaking in excitement. "It's a meteorite piece!"

Dew chuckling and taking it in his hands, looking at it closely, because he wants to know what the other finds so exciting about it. And it's from space, so it is really cool. He gives it back to Aether, and they go through the box, looking at all the small items in it, laughing at some pictures, Aeth needs to explain other items, even though he explained them before. He does not mind, he loves talking about it, especially to Dew.

And they are just so incredibly in love with each other 😭😭😭

(don't come after me for my grammar, my English just hates me today)

[tallbluelady]

Mothercrystal guide you and keep you all safe.

[solargeist]

Watchers are known to enjoy a bit of chaos and destruction, right, but they're also very into their rules and Players obeying them, taboos are very serious to them.

I think Xelqua is a Saint of destruction, a destroyer.

Despite working so hard for this and giving up his entire life for the Watchers, he becomes too much. He reaches sainthood and tears his own timeline apart, fragile things to a deity, threads of a sweater to him, but in the same movements he is solidified within all other universes as something that's always existed in Watcher's stories. belief, and stained glass.

He is a cautionary tale amongst Watchers against falling out of order, there has to be balance for everything.

All of this only happens because Grian agrees to join the Watchers, despite this version of Grian running away, this one act still sets off a chain reaction, other timelines, and in one of those timelines Xelqua is born.

Grian is guided by a version of himself that he unknowingly created and doomed

[divine-misfortune]

Aether waking Rain up with a cup of tea, Rain all bleary eyed and his curls are just wild - sweet thing only ever communicates in little chirps when he's this out of it and Aether loves every sound - sits beside him and lets Rain lean into his side while he drinks

It's that lovely mint blend Mountain spent forever trying to perfect for the water ghoul's birthday, he drinks it sparingly even though he knows Mountain would replenish the stock in a heartbeat but because there's something special about those dried herbs in that tin. It's the thought behind them that makes them so important to cherish

When he's done, he passes the mug back and leans up to kiss Aether as a thank you but like most mornings (especially the ones where Rain's feeling a little extra sappy for one reason or another) it's never just one kiss, neither of them ever want it to be just one either

There's a reason the two of them are always the last to the breakfast table after spending the night together

[amosprinz]

what if we kissed…

[etoilesbienne]

btw in case it wasnt extremely obvious ramon’s design is a mumbojumbo reference. his egg bed was named Mumbo.

[a-ridgeback]

makes me feel a type of way that even though staff has tried to implement fixes against the bloat,, it really hasnt helped. like the marketplace is still bloated as hell. glass&gloss doesnt let you exchange genes from one breed to another. this problem will continue to get worse as new ancients are released!

[pyrefection]

Dew trying on Aether’s reading glasses as a joke realizing that. Oh. Words are supposed to be that clear? No wonder he’s never liked reading… oh fuck.

He never wears them in public. Never in front of the other ghouls, either. But tucked away, hidden under the false bottom of his sock drawer, sits a pair of wire framed reading glasses a little too big for his face, a thick book of old poetry, and a notebook with half-finished thoughts scrawled in them.

[ghoultrifle]

Dew's Best Kept Secret

Have some nasty DewRora glasses porn, you freaks /aff.

Summary: Dew hates his glasses, Aurora (and Aether) think they're unbearably hot - cue them fucking nasty

These are what I'm imagining Dew wears (when he has to)

Oh and everyone's trans

@jimothybarnes optician tag, i feel like there's another optician-adjacent writer here but i cannot remember who, sorry! edit: @dewedup optician tag hehe thanks jesus for reminding me <3

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He sits on the edge of the bed, a full length mirror positioned just too far away for him to see himself. Blurry fingers gliding over his ruddy cock, blissed expression masked by the distance.

Dewdrop hates his glasses, they make him lose his bad boy edge, he’d fit right in as a librarian when he wears them, he reckons. Nothing more than the nerdy girl in a romcom that becomes absolute dynamite when she goes to prom, without the frames. Aether is the only ghoul blessed with the privilege of even knowing Dewdrop needs glasses, not least being the only ghoul to see him wear them.

“Head up, darling, at the mirror, need you to see exactly what I’m doing to that pretty body of yours,” the quintessence ghoul had insisted, holding the smaller ghoul in front of him, fingers glossy as he teased Dew’s clit.

“Uhh Aeth, I appreciate the sentiment but- ah, I can’t see shit, ‘m not wearing my contacts.”

“Oh, uh, you got glasses anywhere, firefly?” he replied, realising why the fire ghoul was so clumsy; he couldn’t fucking see anything. This was a vulnerable moment for Dewdrop and Aether knew it. Keen on keeping the ghoul atop him a horny crying mess instead of a sad one, he brushed over the sudden confession in favour of letting Dew see himself all hard and leaking.

“Bedside drawer,” he huffed.

Aether blindly reached out to grab the glasses, smudging the lenses in the process. Still curiously running his fingers between Dew’s folds he opened the frames with his teeth before placing them on the fire ghoul’s face.

“Holy fuck, Dewdrop, you’re stunning.”

The round lenses complimented his sharp jawline, softening his features. But Dew would never see it that way, convinced Aether was so madly in love with him that he could have worn clown makeup to bed and the other would think it was hot.

Tonight, Dew is thinking back to the moment he could see exactly how his dick quivered under Aether’s strokes, how he leaked onto those thunderous thighs, glistening. It’s not often Dewdrop pleasures himself alone, with more than enough ghouls willing to accompany him. And it’s even less often he takes his time to indulge himself, to really drag it out and appreciate his body. More commonly, he’s quietly cranking one out on the tour bus, or sticking his hand between his legs with fervour when he just can’t sleep.

He groans as he picks up those perfectly circular frames from his bedside, long having run out of contacts. If he didn’t know better he’d say Aether purposefully lost his prescription just to see him wear them.

As long as he keeps focused on his dick, he needn’t think about the horrors above. Dewdrop keeps his eyes below his neck with laser-point precision, dragging claws down his chest, catching on his scars as he lets the hand reach below to dip inside. It’s been months since he’s seen the way his cunt opens up around him, accommodates those sly fingers, and clenches when he starts petting in time with the short, needy strokes on his clit.

He’s struggling to even keep his eyes open now, whiny moans escaping his lips as he pumps his fingers inside. The visuals combined with the slick sounds of his digits, it’s too much. Dewdrop’s on the edge, seconds away from his release, only accelerated by being able to see his reflection thrown back at him. Just a few more pumps and –

“Dewdrop Ghoul! What have I said about using my conditioner?!” an even smaller ghoul shouts down the corridor before barging into his room.

In his hazed brain, Dew decides it’s the glasses he wants to hide from Aurora, not his state of undress, furiously pawing them off his nose as they clatter to the ground. 

“Fuck- Rory learn to knock once in a while!” he stutters, his foot delicately trying to hide his secret beneath the bed.

“Firstly, learn to lock a door, idiot,” she mumbles in reply, unfazed by the state of the ghoul before her, “Secondly, you get off to yourself wearing glasses? Sounds freaky,” she says, winking at the fire ghoul.

“They’re my glasses? I need them to see? Just don’t wear ‘em ‘cause they look silly.”

“Ohh so you like watching yourself then? Wouldn’t have put you down for that, seems like more of Rain’s vibe.”

Aurora moves to close the distance between them. She reaches down to pick up the dusty frames, blowing chilled air over them as she places them askew on Dewdrop’s face, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek.

“Lucky for you, I love glasses,” she moans, bringing Dewdrop’s hand to cup her half hard cock, kicking as he makes contact through the skirt. Dew winces as he feels a dribble of slick leak onto the sheet below him.

She swiftly moves to his bedside, rummaging through Dew’s chest of goodies before returning with a sleek, blue suction cup dildo. Aurora sticks it squarely in front of the mirror, “Sit,” she barks.

He stares at it, standing proud against the dark floor, a shiver travelling through his spine at Aurora’s authoritative streak. He’s never seen this side of her, demanding, taking, she’s normally satisfied as a passive participant, happy to take what’s given as she basks in the pleasure. Seeing Aurora standing over him, imposing, he certainly doesn’t have to worry about lube.

Dew sinks sheepishly onto the silicone, knees bent beneath him as he moans at the renewed contact, ready for more after his near-ruined orgasm. Just looking at Aurora, still fully clothed, hand reaching beneath her skirt to pull those black panties down just enough to spring free, has him grinding on the toy.

“Did I say you could move?” she spits, saliva sticking to the lenses adorning his face.

“No ma’am,” the fire ghoul mumbles. He feels exposed, small, even beneath Aurora, the only ghoul smaller than him in every way. She just chuckles as she turns on the remote behind her back, Shit, she picked the vibrator.

He moans, distraught as his arms remain still by his side. His chest heaves and he blinks, looking at himself in the mirror, on his knees, pre running down the parts of the toy that didn’t quite fit in. Looking up he sees Aurora languidly stroking herself from root to tip, popping her hand off with a flourish each time.

She moans with each breath, the timbre drilling directly into Dew’s brain, he’s saving these sounds to repeat back next time he’s got himself alone in front of a mirror. To think about as he gets his fingers around his dick. The mental image is just as incredible; hair just grazing her shoulders, bouncing as she lolls her head back, pert nipples desperate to make themselves shown through her sheer crop top, and her thick happy trail, coarse hairs leading to the dripping cock she has in her hand.

Aurora moves between Dew and mirror, positioning herself so the fire ghoul can no longer see himself. He whines, what’s the point in wearing glasses if he’s not going to get a good look in? Alas, he continues to grind his hips as subtly as he can, clit twitching when the dildo hits the right spot. Dew stares up at Aurora, mouth agape as he breathes heavily. He goes to take her in his mouth, barely licking at the tip before the ghoulette pulls away, tutting.

“Only good boys get to suck mommy off. Good boys stay still when they’re told.”

He holds his head low, admiring Aurora’s feet, perfectly painted claws at the end of slim toes, covered in a smattering of light hair. He’ll unpack that another time.

“Head up, darling, you’re going to want to see this,” Aurora said as she gripped her cock harder now, tugging with a fiery passion, her free hand ghosting over a nipple before pinching tight as she howls, primal. With each stroke the sound of slick echoes in the room, accompanied only by the vibrator relentlessly hitting Dew’s g-spot, not quite enough to get him off but just enough to have him fighting the urge to writhe around.

Aurora bites her lip as she feels her orgasm cresting; legs struggling to support her, she grips Dew’s short horn to steady herself. The fire ghoul can’t help but double over at the pressure, those perfect hands rubbing at the base of the ivory, setting his nerves alight.

“Fuck Rory, ‘m close!” he says. Dew sucks in a breath between gritted teeth. These horns were new for the season, they’re incredibly sensitive- on par with his bottom growth- all it takes is a brush against it and he’s dripping.

“Don’t cum yet, baby, I want you to watch yourself come undone,” Aurora hurriedly mumbles between high-pitched feminine whines.

Just a few strokes later, Aurora’s cock is shooting her release right onto Dew’s glasses, milky white ropes sticking to the lenses, falling down and dripping on the fire ghoul’s red-hot face, clouding his vision as he keeps his eyes wide open in awe at the ghoulette. She milks herself dry, ensuring every last drop ends up on those frames. He looks absolutely ruined, cum trickling down his cheeks, ruby eyes hidden by the sheer amount of seed Aurora spilled, hips stuttering as he chases his release.

“Look how perfect you are for me,” she coos, letting her skirt fall down over her softening length as she moves away from the mirror, keeping a hand on the base of Dew’s horn, rubbing idly as if the ghoul attached isn’t about to explode. 

“Go on, get yourself all messy, show me how you get off when I’m not around.”

That’s all the permission Dewdrop needs to grab his dick between his thumb and forefinger before stroking with a fierce pace. His eyes drift to his reflection, it was like being inked in mario kart, still doing his best to look at the action despite being hampered by Aurora’s cum, maybe he should try this with Rain one day- get the real inky deal.

Hurried breaths follow as the ghoulette ramps up the vibrations- so intense the dildo is threatening to leave its position on the hardwood. Aurora, steadying herself on Dew’s horn, moves her foot gently up and down the inside of Dew’s thigh and it’s all too much for the fire ghoul. His orgasm punches him in the gut as his walls clench around the toy. He near-screams, hips grinding on the toy in earnest as he fucks himself through his orgasm, watching himself through the dirty lenses as his slick drips down the dildo.

Aurora dutifully tucks herself back into her panties, wetting them slightly with her slick cock, before she walks towards the door leaving Dew to clean up the both of their messes,

“You should really wear those more often, look real pretty like this.”

Dewdrop grins, maybe he will.

[red1sg0n3]

So how are we feeling after that archon quest, chat?

[alum-fr]

Marvin does some shopping and meets the new folks at the Grand Exchange.

[insolent-ram]

OH MY GOD GHOULS WITH GLASSES WHAT THE

[iwantsomefries]

I HAVEN’T POSTED IN A BIIIIT TAKE THESE

Trying to get fellow alphabet mafia ppl pspspsps