@kkaisarion: #it's like they're kissing across someone's cock i mean mic i mean cock i mean m–
how do we feel about sliding copia's cock right in between there?
𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒎
explicit. 589 words.
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Know you’re stressed. Us too.
Let us take the edge off.
And that’s how Copia eventually found himself thrust between the lips of his two guitarists; biting into his knuckles to stifle the unbecoming sounds falling from his lips, a haze of weed smoke pleasantly clouding his anxious mind, and sunk deep into a plush (miraculous for a hotel) armchair that the two ghouls unceremoniously plopped him into after they started pawing at him over his clothes.
What a sight they are together. Poised just like they are sometimes onstage, leaning in close for backup vocals, but instead of a microphone, their lips close the distance to kiss across his cock, messily making out along the shaft. It’s sloppy, full of saliva and tongue. Full of sidelong glances through droopy eyes, lazy smirks shared between the two that make his balls twitch.
Dew kneads at his thigh. “Could fuck you, if you wanted.” The suggestion sends a zing of dizzy pleasure up Copia’s spine, and he almost draws blood from his fist. The fire ghoul noses into the close cropped hair at the base of his cock, looking up at him with a siren stare of molten copper. Alluring. Striking confidence despite the warmth on his face from the weed. Copia’s also struck with the amusing image of a wide-eyed cat stalking its prey.
“Or,” Aether pipes up, moving to kiss the slender head of his cock. His hand sneaks out to Dew’s ass, wrapping around the base of his tail and tugging. Copia watches his eyes roll back as he moans into his groin, arching into the quint ghoul’s touch. “Could give you a little show.” He pets down the length of Dew’s ashen hair, pulls at the ends. “If you wanted.”
“Hah–shit,” he gasps, nearly bucking into the warmth of Aether’s mouth. Dew slides his lips down to his balls, and he has to hide his face in his hands lest he cum just from the sight of him sucking them in.
“Let us see,” he whines in protest, reaching up to tug weakly at Copia’s elbow.
Aether hums in agreement. “Don’t hide, Papa.”
He wheezes out a laugh, delirious and wholly out of his mind. “You two will be the fucking death of me,” he groans.
“Gonna cum like this, huh?”
“Cazzo, ti prego,” he groans.
“Think that means yes, please, Aether, shove my cock down your throat so I can cum in it,” Dew mumbles into the seam of his balls. Bastard of a ghoul. Copia silently curses his brother posthumously for always picking the pretty, silver-tongued ones.
“Always so mean to your Papa–ah!” He can’t finish his chiding, because Aether, indeed, swallows down most of his cock in one go, his nose just brushing against Dew’s where they meet at the base. The smaller ghoul trills and rubs the tips of them together, fluttering his lashes up at the anti-pope. All at once he feels like a mouse trapped in a corner by two fanged beasts ready to pounce. Already easy to feel that way with his ghouls in a half-glamoured state, but the way they look at him at this moment makes his stomach burn too deliciously.
Aether starts to suck, hollowing out his cheeks to take him base to tip, over and over. Snaking his hand into Dew’s hair to press him right into Copia’s taint.
“C’mon, Papa, we’ve got you,” Aether slurs around his tip. Dew moans his agreement, vibrations from his voice causing his thighs to jump. “Just let go.”
I mean... We need a little spying fic now.. Swiss loves to watch his big boy get it on.. 👉👈
Perhaps not exactly what everyone is expecting...the course this follows was set down long ago. Forcedfem involving heels under the cut.
You know he does though. And when Aether picks up a package from the delivery truck, it's all very casual you know. Swiss only catches the anxious way his tail curls around itself because he knows the guy so well.
Alright, so it's a sex toy. He thinks, stalking Aether back to his rooms. Stepping quickly and quietly over the slats of the roof. He thinks about what Aether might want that he couldn't get from anyone else here. Really solid vibrations, probably. Swiss likes the real thing personally, but he can't deny the allure of a steady rumbling pressed right up against sensitive, swollen spots.
He doesn't even close his curtains. It's like he wants to be spied on. He closes his door, locks it even and just stands there. Holding that package to his chest with his eyes closed. Breathing steadily to calm his fluttering heart. He's so cute.
Aether sits down on his bed. Swiss lays down on his tummy, props his chin on his hands. The sun is warm against his back, the tiles perfect and hot on his skin. Such a nice day. Such a nice view. He wishes he had a blunt to really round the experience out as Aether cuts into the package, unwraps the brown paper away from the white box within, gingerly lifts the lid, and...
It's not a sex toy.
Instead it's a pair of... shoes? Small and black and shiny with an ankle snapping heel length for anyone inexperienced.
Of course Swiss knows immediately who they must be for. Someone just as small with dark eyes and a snappy nature for anyone who wasn't privileged enough to see his softer, more feminine side.
Swiss has to bite his lip in glee as Aether reverently holds the little heels up for inspection. No flaw, obviously. How much had he...how long had he spent searching...and other thoughts like that are quickly wiped away when Aether hugs the pair to his chest in one arm and tilts his head back in an obvious groan Swiss would give anything to hear. He knows what's going on up there, he's imagined it too. The way he would slip them on and hesitantly stand up. Wobble around like the delicate thing he is until he was caught up in a stronger pair of arms. The way his legs would look in them while they both pinned him, pleasured him.
Made her tell them what a pretty girl she was.
Aether's head hangs low now. His mouth hangs open. Swiss wonders giddily if he's going to drool on the shoes. Now or later. Satanas, he hopes he gets to watch. He already sees the expression of hopeless horror over Aether's shoulders as he kneels to slide one little shoe on first. Maybe he'll kiss the ankle, the calf. Up past the knee and make his thighs shake. Swiss is so lost in this perfect picture his mind paints for him he nearly misses it. How Aether holds one shoe to his cheek, like someone is already wearing it and he's no better than a footstool. He drops it quickly, like it burns him and Swiss snickers. Big guy is just as quick to pick it back up, check for any scuffs. Aether laughs at himself, a little chuckle. A little shake of his shoulders, or was that a shiver of nerves?
Swiss can see he's chubbing up from here. Can hardly blame him. What a feast he must be devouring in his mind, tearing into it without care. Swiss can't wait to count the bitemarks left behind and as Aether brings the shoe up to his cheek again, eagerly groping his cock, rocking his hips, Swiss settles in for long haul. In the name of information gathering, of course.
After all, he's a very considerate man. Wouldn't Aether like his help broaching the topic of those dangerous looking shoes with their delicate little Droplet? She can be such a a nervous girl, after all...
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!
This started off as angsty phantom thoughts based on another post I saw and it turned into a kinda fic..
Written at 2am on no sleep, bare with my typos. It's not proofread 😎
Phantom thinking he was a temporary replacement. Not letting himself grow close to anyone even if he desperately wanted to. He was always told be was going to be replaced back with someone better. Someone who belonged in the pack. That someone wasn't him.
It hurt. He's been wanting, craving for a pack. For a family. He can't get attached though. It'll only lead to him being sent back to the hellscape of the pits that much harder when the time comes.
When the tour comes to an end he did end up getting attached, namely Dew, Rain, and Swiss. The last few nights on tour he hides away alone in his bunk when he'd usually be curled up into one of their sides. He's trying to distance himself, he knows how badly this is going to hurt. Bring sent back to the pit after making such close bonds.
He cries silently, small whimpers and longing to be held by his pack, his lovers. It hurts, knowing they never truly cared for him. He's a replacement after all. A stand in for the one they truly loved. He was allowed to think it was real for awhile right? To think all the time they spent with him was truely for him, that they loved him, wanted to bring him pleasure, bring him care. Even if he knew it wasn't for him, he sucked it up like a sponge and gave so much of his heart back to them.
Now, he felt empty. Like a painful void was in his chest. He'd he sent back, cast aside never to be thought of again once they were back. They'd have their quintessence ghoul again. The real one, the one they truly wanted.
He wished he spent one last night with them. Even if it would be selfish of him. He wanted do badly to feel their love one last time. Pretend it was for him. So the very last night once they were asleep he crawled into their bunks the three of them already together. A blank look on his face, sad sunken eyes from a lack of sleep, and painfulled sobs as he crawls against Swiss' chest, allowing himself to be swalled by his large arms, a smaller heater of a ghoul pressing against his back, a ice cold hand relaxing around the warmth and taking his hand.
He feels tears swell into his eyes once more. Holding back a hiccuped sob not wanting to wake them. He just needed this. Needed to feel them one last time. Imprint the feeling of their love onto him before it was transferred back to the true one they wanted.
He silently cried for the whole ride back. The early morning approaching as they got closer back to the Abbey. When they stopped he had to bite into his hand to keep silent. When Papa came onto the buss to get the ghouls inside he pretended to be sleeping, hood up over his face and eyes. Small mumbles from the ghouls waking around him.
Swiss' arms never leave from around him.
He feels himself being lifted into Swiss' arms. A soft sleepy "Common baby,," as he's carried inside. He tenses hearing the two that stayed back. Aether, and Sunny yelling out. He holds his breath when he feels Aether hug Swiss, whispers around him, feeling a large hand press into his back makes him fall boneless. Soaking in the feeling of Swiss one last time. Aethers going to take him form him. Send him right back where he belongs.
But it never comes.
The hand leaves, and there's a low purr in Swiss' chest as he presses a kiss to Phantoms head, all of them walking insidle. He waits, bracing for impact with the cold stone floor when he hears a door open, but instead hes met with a soft bed that smells faintly of Swiss.
There's sleepy murmers he can't understand, but he can smell Dew and Rain closeby. Soon enough, he feels the bed dip, and he's behind pulled against a chest, Swiss', and there's a blanket being pulled over them.
A moment later joins a warmer ghoul, one that curls Into his side and wraps their tails together, another dip after and a icy hand is going through his hair gently before it settles away next to the heat.
There's one more, a heavier one he isn't used to, that he hasn't smelt often. He realizes soon enough it's Aether. A arm being wrapped around all four of the ghouls there. A symphony of purrs is heard within minutes. Every ghoul there sleep, pleased, and relaxed.
Once he's sure they're all asleep, he pushes his hood back and looked around at them all, debating. He should leave. Hes taken too much. They don't want him they have their quintessence ghoul back why is he still there?
He sits up slowly, trying to untangle himself but a large hand stops him, a terrified look shooting over to where Aether lays. He gives him a sleepy smile "Lay back down Magna Stella. You're not going anywhere." Phantom looks at him confirmed "I.. I'm being sent back in the morning..?" He whispers back, Aether simply shakes his head
"You're not going anywhere love. You're pack now, and they love so dearly. Sleep now, you needant be worried. You're staying right here." Phantom doesn't look as if he believes it. Maybe it's a joke, some sick joke to keep him having hope. But the sincerity of how Aether looks to him, he believes him
Tears well into his eyes, a small hiccuping sob escaping him. Aether gives a soft smile "You're safe here. You're pack. You're loved, and you're home."
He's putty against Swiss' chest, the worry and stress disappearing letting into his exhaustion. He sighs, closing his eyes feeling each of them there. Their different energies they fill him with. He's asleep in minutes. Finally able to relax and sleep without worry. For the first time ever, he feels loved, feels like pack, and feels like he has a home.
I sweat and I ache for / Your eyes and the way you breathe / And I wake, saying your name / And I wake, saying your name
Rating: Explicit
Paring(s): Aether/Dewdrop
Tags: fluff and smut, mildly dubious consent, slight somno, wet dreams, sleepy sex, anal fingering, anal sex, blink and you'll miss it rimming, mild quintessence (ab)use. all sex happens while dew is awake. baby boy you are never getting that coffee.
Words: 5919
Summary:
In that way, his chronic lack of sleep was beneficial, a useful feature to aid in Dew’s healing. It was, Aether believes, the only time his condition was somewhat helpful.
It’s certainly not helpful now, in the comfort of his own bed piled high with furs, worn blankets, and soft sheets snuggled next to the pleasantly warm aforementioned fire ghoul.
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Aether is no stranger to watching his mate get hard just from the thoughts in his head. They are, most often, thoughts that he himself put there for both of their lustful entertainment. Quintessence weaving its magical way through Dew’s brain, leaving nothing behind but a pliable, vulnerable, and suggestible ghoul. And the reactions it yields never ceases to make Aether’s stomach turn in the most delicious way, shame and temptation blooming hot in his core knowing he could do whatever he wanted to him.
What's the most depraved thing you think that Aether fantasises about?
Aether loves Dew, of course. He'll fuck him just as often as he'll make love to him- that's what it is, of course, though Dew never wants to acknowledge it as such. Something about the phrase making love makes him feel a little weird, though he openly voices how much he enjoys it when Aether takes it slow and tender with him.
He loves Dew. Very much. And privately, he would like to love him without any...interference.
Any reaction.
Sometimes in the shower when he gets a hand on himself, he lets his thoughts drift to something a little nasty. A little gross. Forcing a little quintessence into Dew's pretty head and pulling out any thoughts.
Any desire to move.
Maybe he keeps Dew nice and placid so he can lay him out before him, touch and inspect every inch in ways Dew would never let him without the forced sedation relaxation, because he wants to truly inspect, with attention so focused it makes Dew terribly uncomfortable to be looked at like that for so long. And maybe Dew's mind is still a little with it.
Maybe Dew looks up at him with round, confused eyes and asks Aether why he feels weird, and maybe Aether strokes his cheek and tells him just to relax.
Maybe Dew whimpers when Aether spreads him open, and tells Aether not there when his hole is exposed and he feels Aether's hot breath on it. Maybe he quivers and says he feels weird again, says Aether's name so plaintively.
And maybe Aether hushes him, soft and loving, and tells him he knows what Dew needs, so he's just going to help him relax. Good thing he's here, right? Since he knows what's best for Dew, even when Dew doesn't himself.
Aether is going to take such loving care. He promises him, and follows it up with a long, slow slide of his tongue over a place that makes Dew want to curl up from shame. Would if he could, but his limbs just feels so heavy right now.
Dewdrop: I have a question for you
Aether: Yes, I'd cry if you died
Aether: Yes, I‘m sure I'd still love you if you turned into a worm
Aether: And yes, I will always be madly in love with you
Aether: No, I don't want to break our bond
Dewdrop: .....
Dewdrop: Thank you