#dewdrop/aether

[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

[iamthecomet]

dewther love at first sight🙏🙏 begging on my knees comet i love your writing

Hi!! Thank youuuu ♥♥♥ Happy love at first sight day! Mushy May prompts by @forlorn-crows

Here's 500ish words of Dewther love at first sight--because of course.

Dew notices the difference as soon as he wakes up. Dragged from a deep sleep by the sound of the Ghoul Wing waking up around him. He's warm, weighed down by miles of blankets. He's in Ifrit's bed, the smell of cardamom and wood smoke surrounding him. He blinks awake. The bed is empty next to him cold. But the fire is roaring, of course.

He can feel the crackle of ozone in the air, smell the sulfur underneath the scent of Ifrit.

Summoning day.

Fuck.

Ifrit promised he'd wake him up—not let him sleep through it. But, Ifrit has never been reliable about things like that. He probably woke up—looked at Dew's face and couldn't stand to wake him.

Dew shoves what feels like 50 pounds of blankets off and stands. He dresses quickly, tripping over his uniform, nearly forgetting his mask.

The last summoning they had Dew's. He came first with Mountain right on his heels. He hasn't had a chance to see one yet. Ifrit told him it wasn't important—nothing to see, which is probably why he didn't wake him.

Dew is going to drown him once he gets his hands on him.

This is the last ghoul they need for the band, they'll round it out. Whoever steps through today is pack, will be family. Dew wants to see them when they step through. Wants to smell the pit on them before humanity washes it away.

He makes it just in time. Sliding into a space between Zephyr and Mist, sending a growl in Ifrit's direction as the fire ghoul reaches for him.

"You promised," he hisses.

"I tried, you were out."

"Bullshit."

Ifrit shrugs, either not willing to engage in the arguement or too distracted by what is happening in the center of the room.

Papa stands at the head of the summoning circle. Clergy members and other ghouls stand at the other points. The candles are lit. The room smells heavily of inscence and ozone.

The circle is dark—inert—while Papa recites latin at it, so quietly Dew can't make out the words. Then, with sudden crack the lines begin to glow violet. They pulse to the beat of some ancient heart.

Most ghouls have to have some part of their element available for them grab onto. There had been potted flowers for Mountain, a basin of water for Dew, but quintessence doesn't need that.

Quintessence is everywhere, everything.

The new ghoul appears out of nothing.

The second he does, Dew feels the ground shift beneath him. Something siesmic that no one else seems to feel. Like the very foundations of Dew and the world he stands on have shifted—reoriented.

The new guy smiles as Papa talks to him, it's big and bright and Dew feels like the sun has just come out after a week of rain.

"Oh fuck," he whispers to himself, and Zephyr nudges him. Dew doesn't look at them—can't. Because something is cracking apart in his chest and he can't look anywhere but at the new guy. Not that the new guy is looking anywhere else either.

Dew feels pinned. Held under the gaze of this ghoul who is looking at him like he has crossed lifetimes looking for him.

"Aether," the new ghoul says—prompted by a question Dew doesn't hear. His name he realizes too late. His name is Aether.

Aether breaks eye contact first, turning to face Omega. Those dark eyes still dragging back over to Dew every few moments like he is magnetic.

Dew can't think. The rest of the summoning doesn't matter—might as well not happen. He's torn between the need to walk over there, to say something and the wish to run. To hide. To pull himself out from under the weight of…whatever this is.

So—when everyone else moves and formation breaks, Dew stays put, frozen, rooted. Aether finds him.

Later—it will feel right. Aether always finds him. Today and every day after. This, Dew only sees in hindsight, was dawn breaking over eternity. There is nowhere he can go after this, that Aether cannot follow.

Aether holds out a hand for Dew to shake. This close he can smell the lavender on him, the ozone. Dew feels like he's come home after a long tour—it's so strange—he doesn't even know this guy.

"I'm Dewdrop—Dew mostly." Dew says and Aether smiles and Dew knows he will do anything to see it again and again. He's gone for this guy and they haven't even said two words to each other. Aether's eyes glimmer with that strange quintessence knowledge that Dew still doesn't quite understand. It's unnerving in Omega—in Aether it feels—easy, warm, comforting.

"Hi, Dew." Aether squeezes his hand, doesn't let go. "I've been looking for you."

[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… :)

[nastylittleghouls]

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

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Tenth Drink Free

Chapter 1/10: Heart 1721 words

Dewdrop is a barista in a college town. He’s sworn off romance for the time being- he doesn’t have time for it. He’s an adult with a job, he doesn’t have time for dating and inevitable heartbreak. Until a hot nursing student with an ass to rival the gods walks in. Oh fuck. And he’s got puppy eyes. Oh FUCK. A story told in the space of nine coffee shop purchases and a freebie.

Behold, the quinessential (no pun intended) coffee shop au that every fanfic author writes eventually. I need hot nursing student Aether and pathetic sopping wet barista Dew to have gay t4t sex.

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Dew cracks open his energy drink with his teeth as his other hand haphazardly pulls his apron over his head. The strap catches on the butterfly clip holding his hair back and yanks it out of place. Dew hisses in pain as it tugs on his hair and manages to catch it before it hits the floor.

“Hungover again?” Cirrus asks sympathetically as she passes with a tray of pastries. Dew grunts and shakes his head.

“Nah. Couldn’t sleep.” It’s only semi-true, he’d in fact been having a marathon of 80s horror movies. He’d awoken to Rain slinking out of his room at 11 to make coffee, leaving only thirty minutes to throw on clean clothes before he had to be at work. Luckily the little cafe tucked between a furniture store and a Mediterranean restaurant was only a fifteen minute walk from his apartment. The benefits of living in a college town, he supposes.

“I can let you off early so you can go home for a nap,” Cirrus offers. “Tuesdays are slow in the afternoons anyway.”

“That would be amazing, thanks Cir.” Dew sighs and takes a sip of his energy drink. He bends the tab of the can up, clamps it between his teeth, and pulls his hair back. Wrapping it into a loose bun, he secures it with the butterfly clip and retrieves his can from its precarious position.

“You’re gonna chip a tooth like that,” Swiss provides unhelpfully from his place at the sink. “And god knows if the dental insurance here will cover that.”

“I’ll be fine.” Dew rolls his eyes. “Focus on those muffin pans, dish boy.”

Swiss flips him a soapy middle finger, but Dew has turned and walked out of the kitchen by then. He downs about half of his red bull, stifles a burp behind his hand, and taps Aurora out at the register.

“Ohhh, thank god.” Rory sighs, dropping her customer service face. “There were two Karens half an hour ago. One right after the other. Fuckin’ exhausting.” Her bright pink lipstick is slightly smeared, evidence of her bad habit of chewing on her lips. “I need a drink…”

“It’s noon. Go steal a croissant from the kitchen instead. Thanks for putting me in the line of fire, by the way.” Dew rolls his eyes playfully. “Go smack Swiss’s ass for me.”

“Yessir!” Rory gives a two-finger salute before scurrying off into the kitchen. Dew sighs and resigns himself to the following hours of tedious interaction. A moment later, there’s a squawk from the kitchen followed by a squeal from Aurora.

A chai latte, a caramel macchiato, two vanilla lattes, two drip coffees, an Italian soda, and a needlessly complicated order that Dew can’t even begin to remember later, he’s only a quarter of the way through his shift. At least it’s a quiet day. The regulars from the local college usually come in before classes or on weekends to study.

Dew props his elbow on the counter and rests his chin in his hand, letting his mind wander. He’s been saving up for a cool guitar pedal and managed to find it on Ebay for half the price, but he is in a bidding war for it. He’d sneak a peek at the listing on his phone while the cafe was relatively quiet but he’d left it in his bag. Shit.

He straightens up, cracks his back, and begins reorganizing the supplies behind the bar. His fingers are getting twitchy from the caffeine kicking in. He curses his health insurance for not covering ADHD medication so he can actually function as a person. Or mood stabilizers. Or even therapy.

The door swings open again as Dew is cleaning the steam wand on the espresso machine. He sets the wet rag on the counter and turns to see- oh wow. His grumpy mood is instantly forgotten.

An absolute Greek god of a man stands near the doorway, scanning the drinks menu. He’s tall, built like a brick wall with just the right amount of chub, and- from what Dew can see- an ass to die for. If he were a slightly weaker man, he would vault over the counter, drop to his knees, and choke himself unconscious on that man’s dick.

He shifts his weight and bites his tongue in annoyance. Stupid fucking high libido. He doesn’t have time to be creaming his pants at work. He’s not above using his break to jerk off in the bathroom, though…

Someone clears their throat. Big Sexy (as he’s decided to call the man) stands before him, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Oh, are you ready to order?” Dew asks, hoping to any higher powers above and/or below that he hadn’t been staring.

“Yeah. Can I get a… actually, what do you recommend?” Big Sexy asks, cocking his head adorably. Dew feels hypnotized by his dark blue eyes. “This is my first time here, I’ve been meaning to check it out for a while but kept forgetting.” He shrugs apologetically.

“Oh- yeah,” Dew stammers a bit. “I, uh, my go-to is a cold brew with hazelnut syrup and about half of one of those creamer cups.” He points at the side counter where a small shelf holds straws, sugar packets, and other extras. “You could add more cream if you want, I just like it a little bitter.”

I wonder what his cream tastes like, his horny brain supplies helpfully. Dew gives that part of his brain a mental smack and turns his attention back to Big Sexy.

“Alright, I’ll have that. Medium, please.” Big Sexy reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. Dew enters the order into the register, glad to pull his eyes away from Big Sexy’s.

“That’s $4.25.” Dew grabs a clear cup from a stack and jots down the order as Big Sexy swipes his card. “And can I get a name for the order?”

“Oh- Aether. A-E-T-H-E-R.” Big Sexy- Aether replies, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Aether…” Dew mumbles to himself as he scribbles down the name. “Sick name. Your parents must’ve been cool.”

“Actually, I uh- I named myself. Had a weird phase when I was 15 and it kind of… stuck.” Aether seems a little embarrassed by this, rubbing the back of his neck.

Dew pauses for a moment to consider this information. Aether could just be a nickname, or… well, Dew had renamed himself at 13. There could be a possibility that Aether was trans, just like him, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up. Instead he turns to begin making the drink.

“I’ll have it for you in a minute,” he tells Aether, physically restraining himself from sneaking another glance at those pretty blue eyes. That would have been weird, and he really doesn’t want to scare this guy off.

Dew finishes making the coffee almost on autopilot. He wants to ask questions- was he a student at the local college? If yes, what did he study? Did he have a private dorm room? Would he be willing to fuck Dew until-

Good lord, get your shit together. Dew thinks, giving his head a shake. Your break’s in half an hour. You can fantasize then.

He slides the finished drink across the counter with a little creamer cup on top. “Aether? Here ya go.” He didn’t really need to call out the order name since there wasn’t anyone else waiting, but he liked saying it. Aether. Ay-ther. It was a cool name.

“Thanks, uh…” Aether’s eyes dart down to Dew’s nametag. “Dew. That’s, ah- that’s a cool name too.”

“Thanks. Picked it out myself.” Dew rarely genuinely smiles at customers, but the grin he gives Aether is 100% real. “You’ll never guess what it’s short for.”

“Hmm… Dewey? Dwight?” Aether cocks his head again, not unlike a puppy. Dew shakes his head.

“Nope.” Dew turns back to the machines, picking up his discarded cleaning rag. “You can keep trying, I doubt you’ll get it.”

“Guess I’ll have to keep coming back.” Aether chuckles. “Do you guys have a punch card by any chance?”

Dew sputters, left reeling by the comment. God, he’s pathetic. The mere suggestion that Aether might be coming back makes his heart flutter like a teen with their first crush. Oh fuck, was this a crush? He’s too old to be having those.

“Um- yeah, let me get one for you.” Dew turns back to the register to hopefully hide any blush he had and retrieves a punch card from the drawer under the counter. He remembers to grab the hole puncher too and clicks a hole in the first space on the card. It was a heart today, of all shapes. “Here.”

“Thanks so much.” Aether gives Dew a smile and poor Dew can do nothing but stare at his stupid, gorgeous puppy eyes. “I’ll make sure to come back.”

“Y-yeah, see you soon then.” Dew manages to say with a nod. He watches Aether leave- Good lord, that ass is a sight to behold- and decides to take his break early. He taps Swiss in and makes for the back door of the kitchen.

Leaning against the wall next to the dumpster, he lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag. His head tips back against the brick wall as he exhales the smoke. God… pull it together. You are twenty-four. You have a job and hobbies. You absolutely CANNOT be having a puppy crush on a CUSTOMER. Especially one you’ve only interacted with for five minutes. This is pathetic. Finish your cig and go do your job so you can get paid and be a functioning adult.

Dew does just that- smokes his cigarette down to the filter, stubs it out on the wall, tosses the butt into the dumpster, pops a mint in his mouth, and re-enters the kitchen. 

The rest of his shift goes… fine, he guesses. He downs another red bull, banters with Swiss, gets scolded by Cumulus for “using kitchen equipment unsafely” (closing an oven with his hip), and manages to interact with customers without accumulating an HR report.

On his walk home, the darkening autumn sky is remarkably close to a certain shade of blue. Dew grits his teeth and turns his gaze to the sidewalk.

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[aye-jaye-2005]

⛧𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒆, 𝑰 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆⛧

⛧Summary: Dewdrop thinking about how much he's gonna miss the big guy, they kiss about it and Aether makes it as better as he can :(

⛧Tags/Content Warnings: Dewther, Dewdrop/Aether, Light Angst, Dewdrop has some anxiety about leaving, sad clingy Dew and Aether is everything that Dewdrop needs

⛧A/N: i know i'm probably late to the hype train about this but i saw this art by the lovely @pomidaea and got an itch to write and i gotta scratch it. (divider from here, by ghuleh-recs). also i definitely got a bit carried away with this and the end just flopped and wouldn't get back up

It's official. The band is leaving tomorrow. With a new quintessence ghoul and a new multi ghoulette. Phantom and Aurora, they said they're names were. Dewdrop hasn't interacted with them much yet, but he knows he will.

Dewdrop watches the clock tick over to midnight. Today. They're leaving today, in about six hours.

Without Sunny.

Without Aether.

Dew doesnt know how he's supposed to do it. Sure, the big quintessence ghoul could be a pain in the ass, picking on him onstage, but it was fun. Who is he supposed to chuck guitar picks at onstage now?

Besides, the onstage was all an act. Come backstage, he's gentle. Soft. Whatever Dewdrop wants, whatever he needs.

12:01

Five hours and fifty-nine minutes, give or take.

He can feel the hole in his chest already, which is stupid because Aether is right down the hall. None of the ghouls would give him shit if they had to come haul him from Aether's bed (well, maybe Swiss would, but that's Swiss).

It's not like he's dying or anything. They'll be back from tour in a few months and it'll be them again. Right?

12:02

Five-hours and fifty-eight minutes, roughly.

Oh, what the hell is he doing?

Dew disentangles himself from his bedsheets and pulls on some pants - ironically enough, it's a pair he stole from Aether after they'd been washed and shrunk a lot more than anticipated. He remembers laughing until his belly hurt when Aether tried to pull them on and found they could hardly get over his knees.

The pants are added to his list of clothes he's taking on tour. Along with half of Aether's closet.

12:03, five hours and fifty-seven minutes. He tells his brain to shut it and heads out of his room. Two doors down sits Aether's room and he doesn't bother to knock. They've long been past the knocking-to-come-in stage.

Aether, unsurprisingly, is asleep. No shirt, tits out for the world to see (not that anyone complains), snoring like he's got a bass drum in his throat.

Dewdrop sighs and lays down on his bed, kissing his chin in the way he knows Aether hates, says it "tickles too much".

He thought about earlier that day, Aether had been watching him practice. Dewdrop had finally cracked, set the guitar aside and buried into Aether's shoulder. He was going to miss him a lot. A lot a lot. Aether was right there, of course, being whatever Dewdrop needed. Like always.

Dewdrop kissed Aether's chin again and Aether mumbled something in his sleep, head lolling to the other side. Dewdrop is a bit desperate now, looking at the time. 12:05, five hours and fifty-five minutes. The sudden weight of how little time they have left together before Dewdrop has to leave makes his chest clench.

"Aether." he whispers, breath rustling through the rough stubble on his chin. "Aether, please." Kisses his chin again.

12:06. Five hours, fifty-four minutes. Dewdrop curses under his breath. He doesn't know where the sudden ache came from but he needs Aether now, needs him to tell him it'll all be okay.

"Aether." he says a bit louder. "Aether. Baby. Starlight." His voice gets a little louder with each word. "Darling. Wake up." Pokes him a few times.

Aether finally starts to stir. "Hm?" He itches at his eye and rolls over onto his side. "'S the middle of the night, tryna sleep..." he says groggily, barely awake.

"Aether." Dewdrop says desperately. "Please."

Aether picks up on the desperation in the ghoul's voice, his brain registers that it's Dewdrop and he rolls back over, eyes slightly more open and hair going in all directions. "Dew? Hey, what's wrong?"

Dewdrop hadn't realized that his lip was wobbling until Aether reached to steady it, reached to cup his cheek. Pulled him into his chest like he had earlier that day, in the practice room. "Dewdrop, hey. Talk to me?" It's a request, not a demand. Aether kisses him on top of his head and stays there, inhaling his blond hair.

"Is this about leaving for tour tomorrow?"

"T'day." Dewdrop protests weakly.

Aether looks to the time. "Is this about leaving for tour today?" He runs his hand through Dewdrop's hair. Dewdrop nods and buries his face into Aether's chest. Aether sighs, lifting Dew's face slightly and kissing his forehead. "It's gonna be okay, droplet."

Aether lets him cry it out. Being whatever Dewdrop needed. As always.

The two have never been separated, ever since Dewdrop was summoned. He had caught Aether's eye almost immediately, and since then Aether has always been there.

And now he won't be.

Once Dewdrop's tears have subsided, Aether kisses his cheek. Murmuring affection and love over the distraught fire ghoul, he seals the deal with a kiss. And another one. And another one. And another one. And more until Dewdrop laughs a little when he hits a ticklish spot, the spot where his collarbone meets his shoulder.

Aether nuzzles his nose into where Dew's arm meets his side and Dewdrop nearly cackles. Another very ticklish spot.

Aether is tired, as is Dew. As the fire ghoul dozes off, Aether whispers small promises into his ear. Promises to call every night, to give constant updates on ministry gossip in return for tour gossip, to always be thinking of him and to kiss him real good tomorrow morning and as soon as he gets back.

Dew can't argue as sleep pulls him under, undoubtedly an influence from Aether's magic. Aether knows when his droplet just needs to rest, and knows exactly where to worm in his brain to fix it. Aether speaks once more before pulling Dewdrop under, to make sure he's rested for an early morning start.

"I'll be right here in the morning. I'll always be right here, Dewdrop."

[lilypadlys]

In Your Arms

Dew is having a hard time on tour. Between being homesick, missing Aether, and having nightmares, he's at the end of his rope and snapping at everyone. He really needs some gentle love but who do you turn to when you've pushed everyone away?

Ship: Dew/Swiss, bit of Dew/Aether

Word Count: 1550

Rating: Teen (for mild language)

Tags: SFW, fluff, hurt/comfort, cuddles

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The tour is nearing its end. Everything has been going mostly smoothly. The new summons Aurora and Phantom have integrated seamlessly. No major injuries have been sustained. Only some venue issues and inclement weather stood in the way of it being a flawless run and those were out of their control.

Still, Dew feels on edge. He’s tired. Being away from the ministry, constantly on the move, and missing Aether and Sunny, as well as a million other discomforts are all taking their toll. He hasn’t slept soundly in ages, sleep plagued with nightmares.

He’s been extremely snappy at everyone. He manages to pull himself together for the shows. Falling into his role, taking out his frustrations on his guitar strings. Off stage though, he can’t find an outlet. The smallest thing sets him off.

He hates himself for it. Cumulus didn’t deserve the hisses he spewed at her when she tried to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. Poor Phantom looked ready to cry when Dew told him to fuck off when he asked if they wanted to room together at the hotel last night. Aurora and Rain have been avoiding him entirely, afraid of invoking his wrath. Cirrus and Mountain shoot him glares on the regular in response to his snarky asides. Swiss is the only one still willing to deal with him and even the multi ghoul’s patience has its limits.

When they get settled in the hotel for the night, Swiss just wordlessly hauls the grumpy fire ghoul into their room before he can start a fresh argument in the hotel lobby. Swiss has given up trying to help. He sighs tiredly as Dew chucks his overnight bag to the floor, causing a loud thump. Dew flops on his bed and turns his back to Swiss with a growl. Swiss just shakes his head, exhaling through his nose, and disappears into the bathroom to shower. Dew is left to glower in solitude.

When the bathroom door clicks shut, Dew huffs and rolls onto his back. He doesn’t know what to do. How to get out of this funk. He knows the other’s are trying to help but he can’t lower his guard long enough to let them. Aether could fix this. He thinks. Aether always knew what to do to get Dew to chill. Be it forcing him into a cuddle pile, fucking him senseless, or even just letting Dew rage. Aether’s patience seemed neverending. No matter how long he was out of it, how many nasty things Dew said, Aether always forgave him.

As if on cue, Dew hears his phone buzz. He wrestles it out of his pocket and glances at the screen. Aether.

“Hey Firelily.” The text reads.

“Hey Aeth.”

“How’re you holding up?”

Dew snorts. “What do you think? I’m sure Mount already blabbed to you.” Dew instantly regrets it as soon as he hits send. Why is he like this? Here’s Aether, checking on him, obviously concerned about him, and all he can do is be a bitch.

“Yes, Mountain told me you weren’t feeling well. Is it the nightmares again?”

Dew is once again amazed at Aether’s uncanny ability to always find the root of the problem.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry Spark. I wish I could be there to help.”

But you’re not, is all Dew can think. He knows it’s not Aether’s fault. He’d be here if he could. But he’s not.

Even though he holds back from typing it, Aether seems to know what he’s thinking anyway.

“You’ll be back home soon and then I’ll help in whatever way I can.” Aether promises.

“Thanks.”

Dew makes to toss his phone to the nightstand when it buzzes again.

“The others care about you too. They just want to help.”

Dew wants to make some jerky comment but he can’t. He squeezes his eyes shut to hold back the tears that have begun to form.

“Yeah.”

“I know it’s hard but you’ve got to open up. They can’t help if you don’t let them.”

Dew sits in silence with that. He knows it. Truly he knows that everyone in the pack loves him and cares about him, and that they want to help. And yet all he’s done is push them away.

“Sweet dreams Dew.”

Dew does start to cry then. He so desperately needs a hug. Needs someone to wrap their arms around him and tell him everything will be alright. That they don’t hate him despite how horrible he’s been. Needs someone to hold him as he falls asleep and to protect him from the nightmares and nasty thoughts that plague his brain whenever he tries to relax. He curls up into a ball, tail wrapped around himself, as he sobs into the sheets.

He doesn’t hear as Swiss quietly opens the bathroom door, despite the water never running. He doesn’t see him round the corner. Swiss’ gentle touch on his back startles him and flinches; hissing and baring teeth. Dew watches in horror as Swiss’ expression goes from gentle concern, to hurt, to angry exasperation. Swiss grits his teeth and withdraws his hand. “Sorry.” He mutters as he turns away.

“Wait.” Dew forces the word out.

Swiss turns back, brow raised; unimpressed.

“I-I’m sorry.” Dew uncurls himself and sits up as fresh tears well in his eyes. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.”

Swiss’ expression softens. He sits on the edge of the bed, giving Dew his space, and waits.

Dew trembles as he forces the words out between sobs. “I’m sorry for being such a jerk. You guys were just trying to help.”

“Yeah, you’ve really been a shit recently.” Swiss agrees, teasingly rather than meanly.

Dew shrinks. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

“Oh baby.” Swiss scoots a little closer. “We don’t hate you. Why do you think we haven’t thrown you off the tour bus yet?”

“But I probably deserve it at this point.” He whimpers.

“Nah, not quite.”

“Great, another thing I can’t do right.” Dew huffs and rolls his eyes but there’s no malice in it. Instead he just sounds disappointed in himself.

“Stop that. You can do plenty of things right.”

“Uh huh.” Dew frowns, unconvinced.

“Well first of all, you're the best lead guitarist I know.”

“That’s mean to Ifrit. And Alpha.”

“I don’t care. You’re better.” Dew gives him a look but Swiss continues. “You also make amazing pancakes.”

“That’s like the only thing I can do in the kitchen.”

“So? I love pancakes.”

Dew’s sobs have slowed to the occasional sniffle and a smile is threatening to break out so Swiss keeps going.

“And let's see. You’re pretty too. That doesn’t hurt.”

Dew makes a pouty face but Swiss interrupts before he can protest.

“You are. And I have excellent taste so you know it’s true.”

That does it and the corners of Dew’s lips are quivering upwards. He ducks his head in an attempt to hide.

“In fact, the only thing I can think of that you’re bad at is getting us to hate you.” Swiss closes the distance and nuzzles Dew’s head. “We love you, you little idiot. Don’t forget it, okay?” He purrs in Dew’s ear.

Rather than pull away, Dew leans into Swiss and rewards him for his efforts with a low purr of his own.

“Thanks Swiss.” Dew mumbles shyly.

“Of course Droplet.”

Dew suddenly looks up. “I need to apologize to the others.”

“That you do, but it can wait until the morning. Right now you need sleep.”

“But-”

“No buts. Go shower and change into comfy clothes. I showered back at the venue so I’ll get a nest set up.”

Dew does as he’s told and gets up. He shucks his boots and clothes on his way to the bathroom. The hot water does wonders, washing away sweat and his bad mood alike. He feels infinitely better as he towels off and slips into clean sweats. When he steps out of the bathroom, he finds a blanket nest on the bed as promised, Swiss ensconced in the middle.

“C’mere.” Swiss beckons and Dew hops on the bed and curls up next to him, his back to the multi ghoul’s chest. Swiss pulls a blanket over the two of them and starts to run his claws through Dew’s golden mane.

Once he gets all the tangles out, he starts to braid, humming softly. Dew can’t help but be reminded of Aether. The quintessence ghoul used to do this as well. He figures Aether probably told Swiss how to help and normally Dew would be angry. It’s something special and private. Aether is typically the only one Dew can truly open up with, and be this vulnerable around. But now, he finds he doesn’t mind. He lets himself relax for once as Swiss hums and whispers praise and affirmations.

Dew doesn’t know at what point he drifts off, just that for the first time in a while he’s slept peacefully. Nightmare free.

As soon as he sees the others at breakfast he apologizes. Despite his fears, they all forgive him immediately and he finds himself in the middle of a group hug. He doesn’t even feign dislike, and just lets himself enjoy being held. In their arms he feels warm, and safe, and loved.

[divine-misfortune]

Why aren't we force-femming aether. Where's the equality.

[discordburger]

DEWTHER TITTY SUCKING.

I hate you.... /r

Sodo squirmed as Aether flung him onto the bed playfully. He jumped as Aether flopped down next to him, giggling.

“Alright spitfire, calm down or I’m not taking my shirt off!” He giggled as Sodo tugged at the shirt.

“Aethhhherrr please!” He whined in between giggles. His gills flared as Aether leaned over to kiss him quickly, before sitting back up to pull off his shirt. Sodo quickly stared at the much larger ghoul’s plump chest, purring at his mate.

He took a quick grab at his mate’s tits, groping him roughly. He let out a chuckle as Aether wiggled, trying to escape his mate’s warm grasp.

“Shit, spitfire come on now,” he breathed out as Sodo gave a teasing lick to one, rolling his jewelry with his tongue. He brought his hand to his mate’s hair as he latched on more harshly, sucking and lapping at his pierced nipple.

“Shit, shit, yeah like that” he purred, holding his mate close.

[riconas]

Rico, that mountrain ficlet fucked up my whole day, thank you for that!

May I humbly request some bottom Aether just desperate for Dew's little knot? And maybe Dew's just as out of his mind but trying so hard to keep his composure and give Aether what he needs? c:

guh huh

tags: knotting (duh)

Chest pressed to the mattress, back arched like a goddamn cat, Aether reaches behind him and uses both hands to spread his cheeks, and Dew thinks he might actually go insane. 

“Give it to me,” Aether breathes. “I want it.”

Dew takes a deep breath in, lets that deep breath out. Nice and slow, to calm his racing heart. “You want what?”

“Your cock,” Aether says, just as Dew pushes two fingers into his twitching hole and sinks them down to the knuckle. Aether seizes up, groaning, and Dew presses on his lower back to get him nice and arched again. 

“Can’t even take my fingers,” Dew says. “How are you gonna take my cock?” He scissors his fingers a little, twisting them this way and that, probing for that spot that’ll make Aether whine so loudly Dew will finally have an excuse to gag him. 

Disappointingly, Aether doesn’t respond, just buries his face in the pillow as he rocks back onto Dew’s hand. Dew does recall telling him not to move, but Aether’s a hopeless case. 

“I’ll take it.” Aether sounds so small. “Put it in.” 

When Dew pushes in, squeezing Aether’s broad hips, Aether reaches back to wrap his hands around Dew’s thighs, like he’s trying to stop him from pulling out. Dew doesn’t know if he’s clenching on purpose, but it sure feels like it. Feels like his dick is getting a real good massage.  

“Fuckin’ relax,” he snaps. He doesn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, he swears, but it’s difficult enough to keep his composure as it is. Doesn’t help when Aether is so warm inside, so soft. 

“Dew,” Aether groans, his voice brittle. “Dew, you have to move. You have to—”

“Hold on,” Dew says through gritted teeth. “Satanas, give me a moment.”

Aether nods. His hands come up to grip his own hair, twisting and pulling at the strands. Grounding himself. Dew wishes it was his hair instead.

“You feel good,” Dew says passionately. “But you have to give me a moment, alright? You feel so good.”

“Really?” Aether mumbles, slurring, muffled by the pillow. 

Dew gives him a nice, deep thrust for good behaviour, and another to distract him from saying anything else that might make Dew finish way too early. “‘Course you do.”

Aether makes a pleased little sound. “Move?” he asks hopefully. “I’m ready.” 

Dew isn’t ready, but that’s not the point. If Aether wants, Aether gets, because Dew is weak and Aether doesn’t deserve to be denied. He grabs the soft folds of Aether’s love handles, using them as leverage to fuck into Aether as deep as he can. 

“Give me your hands,” Dew demands. 

Aether puts his hands behind his back. Perfect handholds, in Dew’s opinion. He grasps Aether’s wrists, and Aether turns his head just enough to lock eyes with him, violet on blue. “Will you give me your knot?”

Dew’s rhythm falters. 

“Aeth,” he says slowly. “You’ve never—”

“I want it,” Aether says simply. He wiggles his ass, gets Dew shifting around inside him. “Need it. Please, Dew.”

Aether wants, Aether gets. It’s not that Dew doesn’t want to. Lucifer, no. He’d be lying if he said he doesn't think about it every time Aether lets him in like this. He’s just—

“Okay,” Dew says. 

He’s just nervous. 

Dew decides, right then, that he absolutely cannot do this staring at the back of Aether’s head. Reluctantly, he pulls out, grabs one of Aether’s legs to tip him onto his side and roll him onto his back, and Aether makes the most endearing little sound when it knocks the breath out of him. 

And then it’s just Aether. Aether, staring mournfully at Dew’s burning face, stupid doe eyes making Dew’s stupid legs turn to jelly, and Dew can’t bear it anymore. He pushes Aether’s knees to his chest, slamming in and fucking him as hard and fast as he dares, the sound of skin slapping against skin bordering on obscene. 

Aether’s big hands come up to grip the sheets. “Oh, Dew,” he moans. “Dew, Dew.”

“I’m here,” Dew says hoarsely. He’s losing his mind. He’s lost it, surely. 

“Knot me,” Aether pleads. “Give it to me, I want it, I want it—” 

“Take it,” Dew grits out, fingers pressing dimples into the meat of Aether’s thighs. He doesn’t know what it sounds like on Aether’s end, but he hopes Aether doesn’t pick up on his nervousness. He can feel himself swelling up, Aether’s rim catching more and more with every thrust, until it becomes a real struggle to push in smoothly. “Take it, take all of it—” 

He fumbles to grab Aether’s dick, really just grinding into him at this point. He feels great. He can only hope Aether does too. Can only hope his knot isn’t as little as Swiss likes to bully him for. How humiliating it would be, if he knotted Aether and Aether didn’t even notice. 

“Oh, fuck,” Dew groans, as Aether squeezes impossibly hot, impossibly tight around his cock, his knot. “Squeeze it, squeeze it. Yeah—”

Aether makes a kind of garbled noise, shuddering violently. Without really thinking, Dew’s palm lands hard on his ass, and he jolts in surprise. 

“It’s so much,” he moans. “It’s so much, Dew, oh—”

“Such a slut,” Dew rasps. He reaches up to pinch Aether’s nipple, other hand holding his leg to the side, spreading him open. “Look how much of slut you are for this.” 

“For you,” Aether says immediately, voice so thick with emotion Dew can barely make out the words. 

“Only me,” Dew snarls, and Aether nods in affirmation. 

“Fill me up,” Aether pants. “Gimme it, fuck me, breed me—”

Dew can’t take it. He leans forward, sliding his hands up Aether’s sweaty body to pin his wrists to the mattress. Aether is quite a bit taller, and it’s a bit of a stretch, but Dew is nothing but if not determined. He surges up to catch Aether’s lips in a sloppy kiss, nudging with his tongue until Aether opens up for him, so he can swallow those lovely ah ah ahs that Aether won’t stop making. 

Dew cums like that, buried deep inside his favourite ghoul in the entire world. He feels it coat Aether’s insides, feels it wet his dick, and he’s always run hot, but this is scalding, burning him. 

Aether keens, tugging desperately at his own chubby cock, and Dew feels so bad for cumming before him that he reaches up to squeeze Aether’s throat, to help him along. 

“Cum,” he snarls. “Fuckin’ cum, dammit—”

And Aether wails, shooting all over his lovely tummy, into the smattering of hair on his chest. Dew looks down between them, head spinning at the way Aether’s hole swallows his knot. How it sucks him in every time he dares to pull out even a little bit. Like it never wants him to leave. 

How the fuck Aether does this is beyond him. 

“Stay,” Aether gasps, gripping his hips with bruising strength. “Oh, Dew.”

Dew closes his eyes. “Was it alright?” The question tumbles out with no filter as insecurity gets the better of him. Satan help him, if Aether says no—

“Dewdrop,” Aether says, so very affectionate. “Of course.” 

[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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[iamthecomet]

YES YOU DO. BRING US THE FOOT!

🦶

Sooooo this took me a while because I maybe got carried away and I maybe wrote 1,500 words about it?? Anyway, 1.5k of Dew breaking his foot hurt/comfort/whatever this is, under the cut.

Dew feels the crack the moment it happens. The percussion of it rattling through him. His stomach churns. The pain doesn't really hit him until later. Later he'll wonder how he managed it for so long. How he didn't collapse right there. But show adrenaline, and sheer force of will keep him upright for far longer than seems necessary.

But when it all comes in on him—it closes in fast. He barely makes it back stage before he's collapsing, guided to a couch by a helpful crew member whose name he can't remember right now—that's weird—but really he can't think of anything except for the pain.

And, of course, worse than that, that he's let Papa down.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," Dew slides off his boot—it's agony. He finds his foot swollen, bruising. He leans back against the couch and resumes his string of swears.

It's bad. Actually bad. He knows he's done something that will take weeks or months to fix. Knows he will not bounce back and be traipsing around the stage again tomorrow.

He fucked up.

"Dew?"

Aeon's voice is soft from the doorway, he lingers in it like he wants to give Dew the agency to decide if he wants help or not. Rain doesn't allow him the same courtesy adn pushes past Aeon. He's on his knees in front of Dew and his battered foot before Dew or Aeon really register him.

Rain's hands are cold when they touch Dew—it's a relief. Dew almost leans into it—relaxes—but then Rain brushes those fingers over a spot that makes pain spark through him and he yelps. Rain let's go, apologizes.

"How?"

Dew shakes his head, he wishes he knew. One moment everything was fine, the next—this.

"Papa's got medics coming," Cirrus says from the doorway, leaning in. "He wants to know if you can keep your glamour up—"

"Of course I can keep my fucking glamour up, what does he think—"Dew spits, then cuts himself off. He's trying to give the new guy grace—it's hard. He's been through this too many times already. Cirrus—to her credit—doesn't take his outburst seriously and just nods.

"I told him that—he insisted."

"I'm fine, anyway, it's a sprain." Dew lies.

Aeon finally slips into the room, he sits next to Dew, close enough to touch but holding himself back.

"Do you want me to—"

Dew sighs, looks at him. "Yeah—I—you're better at this than Swiss right?"

Aeon nods. "I'm not Aether—I can't fix it—but I'm not going to make it worse."

Dew nods and then Aeon is touching him. Cool fingers brushing over his ankle. Dew feels the static of quintesence, and then the low pleasant buzz of it fills him, the pain fades. It doesn't disappear but it takes a backseat. Aeon pulls his fingers away just as the medics papa promised walk in.

Dew waits to be whisked away to a hospital—that seems like it's the most logical next step. But that doesn't happen.

They give him something for the pain—some sort of human drug that makes his brain turn to sludge. Everything else after that is muddy, murky. He doesn't think the drugs are supposed to do that—it's probably a reaction of them with Aeon's magic or Dew's magic. Or just that ghouls work differently than humans. Whatever it is—it doesn't matter.

Everything else is a blur. His pack puts him to bed in the hotel with strict instructions not to move a muscle. Papa peaks in on him from the door after, eyes dragging over him.

"Will you be ok for tomorrow—"

"I'm fine," Dew snaps, harsher than he means. He's glad he sounds a little drugged, sluggish, it dulls the annoyance in the words.

"I'm right next door if you need anything—"

"I'm fine," Dew says again. He's rooming with Cirrus—or at least he's supposed to be but she hasn't shown up yet. Papa gives him one more lingering look and then slips away, the door closes with a soft click behind him.

Dew sinks into the bed, starfishes, finally, mercifully alone. The pain drags through his bones, nagging. He tries to shift and finds his leg imobalized basically from the knee down.

"So fuckin' stupid," he growls to himself. As if it's his fault. He closes his eyes, throws one arm over it. Hopes that Cirrus stays with Aurora and Tempest tonight so he can wallow and rage alone.

He's barely had the thought when his phone is ringing on the bedside table. He ignores it. It rings again immediately.

He lets it ring through three times before he realizes whoever is calling him isn't going to fucking stop. It's probably Perpetua, or Swiss, or satan forbid fucking Copia checking up on him.

He fumbles for the phone blindly, presses it to his ear.

"What?"

"Dew…"

Aether.

Dew's heart stutters in his chest, the voice knocks the wind from him the way it always does. He didn't tell Aether—didn't text him. It's early in the morning back home and the last thing Dew wanted to do was wake him up with this. But Aether's voice is gravely with sleep and worry and it's like Dew can feel his concern in very foundations of the earth beneath him.

"Hey, Aeth. Sorry, thought you were Copia."

"You should have called me."

"It's a fracture.I didn't want to wake you." Dew shifts up in bed. "I'm fine."

"I don't care."

Dew groans, rubs his free hand over his face. "Aether—"

"No. Don't do that. You promised me you'd call after every show, Dew. You promised. You break it after two days? Cirrus had to tell me?"

"Snitch."

"Dewdrop."

Dew sighs. Half of him wishes Aether had video called him so he could look at him. So he could fix his face into something easy and unbothered and reassure Aether that everything, really, is fine. But at the same time, he's glad for the privacy. For the allowance to move and grimace and chew on his lip until it's raw while they talk.

"I didn't really have time to call you, they gave me painkillers—fucked me up. I thought about texting you but that seemed—I don't know—worse? I'm sorry," he relents, finally. "I'm sorry I'm clumsy and stupid and—"

"Stop."

Dew does, words dying. He feels Aether's word deep in his bones. He presses his lips together.

"I'm not—you think I'm mad that you got hurt?"

Dew lets out a harsh laugh. "That's what everyone's upset about. Perpetua's worried I'm not going to be able to play, or I'm going to drop my glamour in front of a paramedic or whatever. I fucked up and now—" Dew gestures to his foot like Aether can see it "I get to hobble around stage for however many weeks. That'll make a good show—"

"Fuck the show." Aether says. "I'm—Dew—Dew you promised you'd call and the second something goes wrong you just—don't? I was worried about you."

"You don't have to worry about me."

"I know I don't—but I do anyway. That's how it works." Aether's voice goes soft, easy. Dew feels it like a warm blanket. His throat burns, he blinks up at the ceiling to try to clear the tears.

"I can't do anything right, Aeth. Can't play a show without fucking up. Can't even do what you asked. Can't—"

"Enough. Just—" Aether takes a deep breath. Dew can picture him, propped up against his headboard, shirtless, the sun rising through the eastern window. He closes his eyes and pretends he's there with him. If he tries hard enough he can almost smell the lavender, the ozone, home.

"Just what?"

"Let's start over. Tell me about your day, like usual."

"You first," Dew says. "I went first last night."

Aether's chuckle is warm. Dew sinks down, into the bed. His phone vibrates, he glances at it as Aether starts recapping what happened between their last phone call, it's a text from Cirrus.

Text me when you're done with Aether. If you hog the blankets tonight I'll break your other leg.

He smiles as Aether launches into a story about a monoply game between him and Cumulus and Sunshine that nearly ended in bloodshed.

"Bet Lus kicked your asses."

Aether laughs, loud, Dew can hear the echo of it. Every ounce of it melts something inside of him, the perfectionism, the stress, the pain. He feels it drain away.

"She's ruthless."

"I told you not to play boardgames against her."

"She promised she'd be better this time!" Dew's laugh lights up the room. "She lies."

They dissolve into easy silence. Dew yawns, jaw cracking. "Miss you," he says softly. "All of you."

"We miss you too, Firefly. Frater's been pacing the hallways since he heard."

Dew rolls his eyes. "I'm fine."

"I know," Aether concedes. "Get some rest. Call me tomorrow—as soon as the show is over this time. Promise me."

"I promise."

[ashthewaterghoul]

Bound By Our Sins - A Dewther One Shot

    “Go kneel.” Aether said, nodding his head at the prayer candles and the plush, red velvet kneeler in front of them. Dew’s tail swished in curiosity as he followed Aether’s command, lighting a candle with the tip of his finger and clasping his hands together. He could feel Aether standing behind him, soon crouching as Dew thickly swallowed. “Pray.” Aether said, his breath tickling the back of Dew’s pointed ear. Dew took a deep breath, clearing his throat and willing his voice not to crack. “Our father who art in HeeEELLLL!” Dew cried out as Aether unceremoniously shoved one thick finger into his hole. Or, Aether notices Dewdrop hasn't been praying as much as he should. So, like any good mate, he fucks Dew over the altar :)

Words: 2.7k

Relationships: Dew/Aether

Tags: Smut, anal sex, knotting, blasphemy, restraints and collars, kind of ritual sex?, Aether gets called daddy but it's only once for a joke, a smidge of aftercare.

A/n: This is the restraint that gets used >:)

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    “Aeth? What are we doing in here?” Dew called into the Chapel as he pushed open the ornately carved door.

    When Dew came back from his work in the music room, there was a note on the nest to meet in here and was signed by his mate with no elaboration.

    As Dew let the Chapel’s door shut behind him the door to the confessional booth opened with impeccable timing.

    “Really?” Dew said, hands on hips. Aether had always been a little weirdly eager with fucking in the confessional booth.

    Silence was his answer and he rolled his eyes with a huff as he walked up the pews and sat himself in the box. The wooden mesh separating him from the from the other side was dimly lit, but enough was there to see the outline of his mate’s side profile.

    “Forgive me, Daddy, for I have sinned.” Dew grinned.

    A gruff laugh followed.

    “Words I like to hear, Little One.” Aether’s smirk could be heard in his voice.

    “Why are we here?” Dew asked, a bit of annoyance heard in his. He wasn’t exactly expecting any sort of playtime tonight.

    “You said it yourself. You’ve sinned. It’s been an awful while since you confessed, Dewdrop.”

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    “You’re not much better! We sin together a lot of the time.” Dew chuckled.

    “Humour me.” Aether said, “Why do you think I’ve called you here this evening?”

    Dew thought about why Aether usually likes to play out these little scenes and came up blank. He hadn’t been too messy recently, or too sassy, or testing Aether’s patience - nothing like that…

    Aether sighed when Dew said nothing.

    “I think you’ve been too distracted recently. From your worship and prayers. I think you’re getting too vain with all the popularity you’ve gotten from touring.” Aether grinned although it couldn’t be seen.

    Dew blinked as he realised that it had indeed been a while since he prayed or even came to mass. He was usually the most devout of the Ghouls and came to pray at least every night and usually every morning too.

    Aether also realised that since Dew came home from the last tour – the first one they weren’t together for – his little mate had been walking with a certain air about him that Aether didn’t appreciate too much. He wouldn’t call it outright cockiness but it was getting too close for the former guitarist’s comfort.

    “Nothing to say for yourself?” Aether said when Dew had, uncharacteristically, stayed quiet.

    “Well, I… I was jetlagged, the first few days.” Dew said, swallowing loudly.

    “Oh? Well, what about all the other days?” Aether asked.

    Dew didn’t have an answer and hung his head in shame.

    Through the partition, Dew could hear the rustle of clothes as Aether reached for something, and a clink of metal as he retrieved whatever he was looking for. Dew had no clue which of their toys Aether might have brought with him. Maybe it was something new? That anticipation made his belly clench and a shaky breath left him as his jeans seemed to become a little tighter.

    “You have a lot of prayers to make up for, Dewdrop.” Aether said, popping the p on his mate’s name.

    “Yes, I do. Is that my penance?” Dew asked.

    Another gruff chuckle rang through.

    “Something like that.” Aether said and stood up, leaving his side of the box and coming round to Dew’s side, opening the door and dangling the new toy on two outstretched fingers.

    Dew watched as the gold reflected the candle flames in the low light, swallowing hard as his eyes traced the collar and the contraption that hung off it – a thick rod with a few shorter bars running across with small gaps between. This was definitely new.

    “Wh- what is it?” Dew asked.

    “We’re going to honour our Lord, give him a little offering, and you’re going to keep praying.” Aether said simply. “Strip.”

    Dew shivered at the command in his voice but stood up and did so, folding his clothes neatly on the wooden bench in the confessional and tucking his shoes underneath the bench in the way he knows Aether appreciates. He didn’t really feel like being a brat today.

    Aether only moved out the way when he was satisfied, detaching the extra part to the collar.

    “We’ll see if we need this.” The larger Ghoul said, pocketing the additional contraption and clasping the metal band shut around the base of Dew’s slender neck.

    The Fire Ghoul’s skin broke out into goosebumps as the cold metal hit his naturally heated flesh. The sensation, the command from Aether and the fact that his mate was still fully clothed made his chubbed little cock gave an interested kick.

    Aether smirked as he saw it and traced a claw down Dew’s chest, making sure to flick at one of his nipple rings, making the Fire Ghoul moan.

    “Go kneel.” Aether said, nodding his head at the prayer candles and the plush, red velvet kneeler in front of them.

    Dew’s tail swished in curiosity as he followed Aether’s command, lighting a candle with the tip of his finger and clasping his hands together. He could feel Aether standing behind him, soon crouching as Dew thickly swallowed.

    “Pray.” Aether said, his breath tickling the back of Dew’s pointed ear.

    Dew took a deep breath, clearing his throat and willing his voice not to crack.

    “Our father who art in HeeEELLLL!” Dew cried out as Aether unceremoniously shoved one thick finger into his hole.

    “Keep going.” Aether said as if nothing was amiss, lazily thrusting his finger in and out of Dew’s naturally slicked hole – an old remnant of his Water Ghoul days that was conveniently left behind after the transition.

    Dew panted before managing to find his words again.

    “Unhallowed by thy na- ah -ame. Cursed be the sons and daughters of… of thine nemesis whom are to blame. Thy kingdom come, nem- Ah!” Dew moaned out as Aether inserted a second digit.

    The little Ghoul couldn’t help but push back onto his mates thick fingers until his ass was resting in his hand, moans echoing through the empty Chapel and not caring one bit if anyone outside could hear. They should be used to it by now anyway.

    “Keep going.” Aether said, working Dew’s walls apart and opening him to the point they both loved; enough for Aether to easily slide in but just tight enough to feel the stretch of it.

    Dew bit his bottom lip and started a second prayer.

    “L- Lord Lucifer, I apologise for my laxity in worship as of- mmh! As of late. I ask for your- Aeth!” Dew moaned out as his mate petted against his prostate, hands falling to grab where they could as his body sparked with pleasure.

   “Pray!” Aether snarled into his ear.

    Dew lifted his hands back up and shakily pressed his palms together.

   “I ask for your m- most unholy guidance and to… fuck… to cast your black light to show me the way to unri- righteousness.” Dew couldn’t help but roll his hips against the fingers in his ass.

    “Focus.” Aether said, his other hand grabbing Dew’s bony pelvis and pinched the skin with his claws.

    Dew finished his prayer, calling out his nemA with loud moans again as Aether inserted yet another finger. The Fire Ghoul’s hands again flew to grab what they could, one going backwards to the Quint’s stocky thigh.

    “You are meant to pray. Can you not even do that?” Aether asked in a teasing voice, ripping his three digits from his mate’s body in one go, Dew’s hole winking at him and his hips pushing back to chase them and satiate the sudden emptiness.

    “Stand up.” Aether ordered and Dew held back a sob as he obeyed, his cock hard and standing straight out from between his legs.

    Aether fished the extra part to the collar back out and grabbed one of Dew’s wrists, slotting one finger into each of the small gaps between the short bars and repeating on the other side. He clipped the restraint back onto the collar and tightened it until Dew’s fingers were thoroughly squeezed into the toy, the slight discomfort and lick of pain only making Dew more aroused and made a drop of pre leak from his tip, falling onto the marble floor with a small splat that made Aether chuckle.

    With Dew’s hands now bound to be clasped in prayer and up by his face, Aether pushed his shoulder and bullied him over to the altar. They’d done similar things enough times by now for Dew to know to rest his elbows on the cloth that covered the stone altar and bend over it, presenting his rear to his mate, tail raised up out of the way and in a perfect arch above his back.

   “There we go. You look so much better here.” Aether said as he let his hands wander and grope and squeeze wherever he pleased.

    The little Ghoul shivered again as he heard Aether’s fly unzip and moaned loudly when he felt the tip of his mate’s cock against his hole, fighting every instinct to push back onto it.

    “Pray.” Aether commanded again and Dew didn’t hesitate.

    “Our dark Lord, I give myself – my body and my lust – as an offering for your most unholy conquests. My time spent here tonight is a testament to my loyalty and I hope you will see fit to reward me one day when I have made up for my vanity in not properly worshipping for some time.”

    Dew rattled it off in rapid speed - a show of complete and utter word vomit. Aether laughed at the desperation. He did follow his instructions though and Aether rewarded him with the tip of his cock, a lewd squelch filling the Chapel as his girth displaced the slick that was running in abundance.

    “Ah! Aeth!” Dew called out, widening his stance and pressing his hips back, feeling the collar dig into the back of his neck and the restraint pull on his fingers and wrists.

    “Keep praying.” Aether ordered, his voice low and gravelly in his throat.

    As Dew went on to pray for the prosperity of the Ministry and success in spreading His word, Aether spread open Dew’s cheeks and watched as his hole eagerly swallowed his cock.

    As soon as Dew felt Aether bottom out inside him, he ached to wrap a hand around his own cock. Managing to look down, he could see it hard-beyond-hard and the tip flushed purple. He tried to free a hand from the metal that bound him but it was of no use. He whimpered too as his tail was wrapped around Aether’s forearm, holding the base so Dew couldn’t even the slender appendage around himself for some relief.

    “We should give our Lord an offering while we’re at this altar, shouldn’t we?” Aether said, his voice casual as if he isn’t balls deep in his mate where anyone could walk in and see them.

    Dew nodded, feeling the metal of the collar glide up and down his sweat-slicked nape.

    Aether smirked as he slowly pulled back, almost all the way out, before sliding back in, drawing a long and soft moan from Dew. Still, he tried to press his hips back against his mate but the Quint used the hold on his tail to press him against the edge of the altar, the cold stone pressing into his upper thighs and his cock laid atop the cloth, no doubt leaving a dark patch in the fabric from all the pre he can feel leaking from his tip in a similar cascade to the slick his hole is producing.

    “Oh, Aeth… Please!” Dew cried as his mate continued, the torturously slow pace starting to be more frustrating than enjoyable although that was probably intentional.

    “Pray.” Aether commanded again, his voice louder and bouncing off the Chapel’s walls along with the slap of their skin as he gave one harsh thrust to punctuate his word.

    “Our… Our Lord, take our b- bodies as y- your… fuck… your unholy vessels. We give you our lust a- as an offering of sin.” Dew’s worship was rewarded with Aether’s hips slowly gaining speed, rolling back and forth at an even and leisurely pace that Dew found a little more satisfaction in. Especially when Aether’s mushroom tip nudged at his prostate, send jolts of pleasure through his body and more moans through the Chapel.

    “Good boy.” Aether rewarded when Dew finished his prayer, a grin forming when Dew started praying again with no prompt.

    By the third unprompted prayer, Dew could barely get out his “nemA” and Aether’s knot had inflated, begging for entry in the warm and wet hole it always perfectly locked into.

    Dew’s never been able to hold back any noise and certainly doesn’t put any effort in now, letting all his moans and cries echo throughout the unhallowed hall of their worship.

    “Please… Aeth…” Dew slurred, his head only held up because Aether was holding the back of the collar and Dew’s hands fought against the restraints around his fingers, wanting to slump into bonelessness.

    The metal had been heated up by Dew’s element as a result of how worked up he’d become, and Aether had to use his own Quintessence to make sure his hand didn’t get burned as he held onto it, using it as leverage to fuck his mate.

    “Nngh! One last prayer, and you can cum.” Aether panted, his own limit approaching as his thighs burned against the exertion of their carnal activities.

    Dew’s whine could probably be heard on the other end of the Ministry with how loud it was. But, with his hands bound in worship, he gathered up enough of the few braincells he currently had available and strung a few words together.

    “D- Dark Father, I- oh… I beg your forgiveness, and hope my b- body and lust have- mmhhh! Have spoken as an offering t- to my dedication to your darkest word… n- nemA!”

    Each word was a battle but Dew was, once again, rewarded for his reverence.

    As the prayer concluded, Aether gave one last thrust of his hips, slapping their thighs together and locking his knot deep inside Dew’s body.

   “Oh, fuck! Dewy!” Aether called as he came deep inside his mate’s slick channel.

    Dew came untouched as soon as the fattest part of the Quint’s knot had pushed past his rim. Thick and hot spurts of his spend painting the cloth on the altar in an obscene artwork of sin.

    “Nnngghh, fuck!” He strained out against the pleasure coursing through his entire body.

    Aether grinded his knot as deep as he could to work them both through the aftershocks to their highs, feeling when both of them were truly spent. He reached a hand around to loosen the restraints on Dew’s fingers and then released the clasp to the collar, letting it clatter atop the altar and into the mess of cum and slick and sweat but he’ll worry about cleaning that up later. For now, he focused on Dew.

    “Give me your hands, love.” Aether said softly and took Dew’s bony digits, flexing each one gently before moving to his wrist, his elbow then shoulder, making sure everything is nicely stretched and not too stiff from the time spent bound. He repeated the procedure on the other side too and placed a Quintessence-laced kiss on the back of Dew’s neck to help anywhere the collar may have uncomfortably dug into his skin.

    All the while, Dew laid boneless on the altar, purring up a storm and trusting Aether to take care of him. He always took care of him so he knew there was nothing to worry about.

    Both Ghouls shivered as potent dark energy washed over the Chapel and where they were still stuck together at the altar. The prayer candles burned extra bright and the mess on the cloth disappeared with the energy too.

    Aether smirked as he realised what it all meant.

    “I think He accepted your apology.”

One shot master post can be found here

[forlorn-crows]

𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚

pairing(s): dewdrop/aether words: 539 rating: explicit

notes: top!dew, but he still calls aether 'daddy' >:)

edit: now on AO3

"Fuck, daddy, such a good mouth," Dew praises, arching into Aether's mouth and digging his fingers tighter into his hair. "Suck me so good."

Aether moans around his cock, tonguing at the underside. Chin hitting Dew's sac. He turns his watery eyes up to look at Dew's face, pupils wide and needy.

Dew's mouth drops open in a gasp. "Yeah? Like when I use you like this?"

Aether nods the best he can and squeezes the fire ghoul's thighs. He swallows hard, working this throat around the head until Dew's eyes roll back with a breathy whine.

"Ugh, fuckin'---so fuckin' perfect, daddy," he groans. "Keep---yeah, keep sucking."

Aether's more than happy to comply. He shuffles closer, bracketing Dew's hips with his forearms and gripping his waist. He pulls off just until the wet little head is inside, and bobs. Not far enough to take him down to the base, but just enough to push and pull at the foreskin, popping over the widest part of the head and retreating back again. Up and down, up and down. When Dew's fingers tighten in his hair again, Aether hovers. Again, only keeping the head in his mouth, he pushes the tip of his tongue against the edge of the foreskin, licking along the perimeter and flicking at the sensitive skin.

Pre bubbles up at the tip, and he licks that up too. Pushing into the slit until Dew keens and begs:

"Oh fuck, s-sensitive. You---daddy, you gotta." Dew tosses his head back and groans loudly as Aether suckles at the head, throbbing hard against the roof of his mouth. "Fuck, I need more of you."

The quint ghoul moans a soft mm? over his cock, not so subtly grinding at the bed as he meets Dew's eyes again.

He smiles, cheeks flushed. Eyes heavy as he thrusts into his mouth. "Don't you want this inside? Make you feel good too?" Dew pulls him off with a pop and reaches down with his free hand to grab the base of his cock, tapping the head of it against Aether's tongue.

"Uh huh," Aether breathes. A line of saliva drops down to Dew's balls, slow as syrup. "P'ease fu- me," he slurs, diligently keeping his mouth open as Dew rubs his dick around.

Quicker than Aether can groan, Dew's on him, tugging him up to the head of the bed and flipping himself around so he's draped over his back. He presses Aether's chest to the mattress and pulls at his tail, baring his twitching hole to the air.

"Gonna be a good daddy for me?" Dew grunts, unceremoniously shoving two fingers in, spitting around them. "Fuck, you're tight. Can't wait to fill you up."

"Dew," Aether moans into the mattress. Dew's fingers press in deep, and his own half chub twitches to life. "Oh, baby, wanna be good for you," he rumbles, fucking himself back onto the digits.

"That's it," Dew lilts, spreading his fingers. "Daddy has such a hungry hole, doesn't he?"

Aether shivers, groaning low into the blankets. "So--" Dew presses down, making his toes twitch. "So hungry, fuck."

"Yeah," the fire ghoul rasps, pressing his cock to one of Aether's cheeks and sighing at the friction. "Yeah you are."

[nastylittleghouls]

Aether and Dewdrop are THOSE Ghouls during a movie night

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Playing Doctor

@cirrus-ghoulette made this fun post about Aether doing a pelvic exam on someone, which I reblogged with a VERY horny string of tags. Turns out people liked it (got yelled at in rbs) sooooo I was inspired to write this. Enjoy!

Tags: trans Dew, med kink, speculum use, aftercare, vibrators, established kink scene, use of safeword (yellow), checking in, aftercare, pwp

Terms used for Dew's genitals: cunt, pussy, vagina, walls, labia, clit, Tdick, dick, cock

Note: if you want a better idea of the speculum used, it’s a Cusco model. Yes I went down a rabbit hole of speculum research for this kinky gay fanfic.

Aether’s tail flicked idly back and forth as he arranged his tools on the countertop of the exam room. He was taking his time, knowing it would just make Dew more worked up. They had been planning this scene all day, going over boundaries (and more importantly, how to be inconspicuous). Dew had snuck into a rarely-used exam room in the infirmary while Aether distracted Omega, then Aether had slipped away and joined him. It was risky, but it was late at night and the older rooms were basically abandoned anyway.

Aether pulled a pair of latex gloves from the box on the counter and pulled them onto his hand with a sharp snap. He looked over at Dew, who was laid out on the exam table. He was fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie while watching Aether.

“Color?” Aether asked softly.

“Green,” Dew replied. His tail flicked against the paper on the table, giving away his excitement. Aether gave a pleased chuff before he closed his eyes for a moment and let himself step into his role for the scene.

“Could you open your legs for me?” Aether asked in his “nurse voice”- professional, detached, and clinical. He wasn’t sure why Dew got so turned on by it, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

Dew’s cheeks flushed a darker red and his legs spread. Aether could see his hard and throbbing T-dick peeking out from the bush of soft blonde curls between his legs. 

“What are you having problems with again?” Aether asked, using his gloved thumbs to spread Dew’s labia in a mock exam. The smaller ghoul let out a shaky breath and cleared his throat.

”Um- I’ve been uh… unusually sensitive down there.” Dew replied. “It’s making me… aroused all the time and it’s really hard to focus on anything.” He shifted his hips, his cunt clenching and dripping. Aether placed a hand on his lower belly, gently holding his hips in place.

”Hold still, please.” He told Dew. “I’ll need to perform a full pelvic exam, if you’re comfortable with it.”

”Yes.” Dew blurted quickly. Aether’s lips twitched upward in a brief smirk before settling back into their previous neutrality.

”Alright. I’m going to use my fingers to palpate the inside of your vagina.” The Quintessence ghoul explained. “Deep breath in… and… out.”

Dew made an absolutely sinful noise as Aether inserted two gloved fingers into his cunt. He clenched around his fingers, more slick drooling from around the digits.

”Any discomfort?” Aether asked, curling his fingers upward into Dew’s G-spot. The fire ghoul whimpered and shook his head.

”N-no, just, um, pleasure.” Dew replied shakily. Aether hummed in acknowledgement and pressed his fingers deeper. Dew’s hips bucked.

“Hold still,” Aether said, his hand pressing harder on the smaller ghoul’s belly. “It’s normal to feel pleasure or even orgasm during the exam. Just let me know if anything feels painful or weird, alright?”

“Yeah.” Dew’s voice was breathy. He let out a whine as Aether’s free hand pulled back the hood of his clit. Aether had to stop himself from leaning down and taking it into his mouth.

“Your bottom growth is coming along well,” Aether commented. “You’re a lot bigger than you were at your last exam. How long have you been on hormones again? Three years?”

“Y- yeah.” Dew repeated. Aether glanced up at him, admiring his flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips.

“Is it giving you any discomfort?” Aether asked, rubbing his thumb over Dew’s twitching dick. “Oversensitivity or anything like that?”

“No, not- not before the rest of the o-oversensitivity.” Dew stammered, his breath hitching as Aether’s fingers explored his cunt. Aether hummed in acknowledgement.

“Alright, I’m not feeling anything out of the ordinary right now so I’m going to use the speculum.” Aether slowly slid his fingers out of Dew’s pussy, much to the dismay of his partner (if the needy whimper that escaped his throat was to be interpreted correctly).

Dew watched in anticipation as Aether applied lube to the tool. It was a metal one, rather than the more comfortable plastic speculums that the infirmary currently stocked. Aether knew Dew would like the cold temperature.

“Okay, relax for me.” Aether requested, positioning the tool at Dew’s entrance. Dew let out a surprised squeak as he felt the cold metal on him.

“Legs wider,” Aether told him, tapping the insides of his thighs. Dew obliged.

Aether’s thumb rubbed tiny circles at the base of Dew’s cock as he inserted the tool. Dew clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the wanton cry that escaped his lips. Aether pressed his hand to the smaller ghoul’s stomach again to prevent his hips from bucking.

“Oh Lucifer…” Dew breathed. His thighs clamped around Aether’s broad shoulders. Aether took a few moments to sit back and admire the view.

Dew’s cunt pulsed and clenched around the tool. Aether watched in satisfaction as another glob of milky slick oozed onto the paper on the exam table, joining the already impressive puddle there. Dew’s water traits were few, but one of the remaining ones was how wet he got. Not enough to rival Rain, but definitely enough to require a towel to be put down on the bed before sex.

“Color?” Aether asked softly.

“Green,” Dew replied immediately.

 “I’m gonna open it now, alright?” Aether asked. Dew nodded and let his head fall back on the crinkly paper of the exam table. Aether squeezed the handles of the speculum, slowly spreading Dew open. His inner walls were soaked, strands of gooey slick stringing between the jaws of the tool.

“Looks good so far,” Aether remarked. He pulled a penlight out of the breast pocket of his scrubs and clicked it on, shining it inside Dew’s spread-open cunt. “Nice healthy cervix…” He scooted his chair closer and used one finger to gently stroke Dew’s inner walls. He let out an amused hum as Dew clenched in response, a broken whine being quickly muffled by his hand.

“Try to relax.” Aether murmured. His finger lightly explored Dew’s exposed flesh, drawing whimpers out of his “patient”. Now that he was opened up, slick pooled in the curved bottom jaw of the speculum. He dragged his finger through the pool and smeared it on Dew’s dick, making him twitch. He resisted the urge to lick it off, to bury his nose in the soft curls framing Dew’s cock and suck on it until the smaller man was incoherent. He shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts. That wasn’t part of the scene, it could wait for another time.

“Mhm.” Dew hummed. His tight clenching slowed, though he still fluttered beautifully at every touch.

“Hmmm… I’ll try a different angle” Aether mused. He slowly rotated the speculum, now exposing the top and bottom walls of Dew’s cunt. He ran his finger along his bottom wall first, from up near his cervix down to his taint.

“How does that feel?” Aether asked. He bit back a love or a darling. It was tough to not praise Dew, to tell him how pretty he looked and how good he’d make him feel.

“Good.” Dew breathed. “Really good.”

Aether’s lips twitched in a smirk. He moved his finger to the top wall of Dew’s cunt and slowly dragged his finger toward himself, searching for the spot that would make Dew unravel at the seams.

There. The soft, spongy spot just behind his pubic bone. Aether applied pressure to the spot and Dew keened.

“Ah.” Aether chuckled. “There we are.” He rubbed tiny circles against the spot, drawing lewd noises out of Dew. His finger withdrew after a moment and Dew panted, his eyes dazed and unfocused. 

Aether reached into the breast pocket of his shirt again and pulled out a small bullet vibrator.

“I’ll test your sensitivity now, alright?” Aether told Dew. The smaller ghoul nodded, hands gripping the side of the exam table.

Aether clicked the button on the end of the vibrator and it buzzed to life on its lowest setting. Using his penlight to guide him, he slid the tip of the toy against Dew’s upper wall until it pressed perfectly against that perfect little bundle of nerves.

Dew’s hand flew to his mouth again, this time shoving his fingers inside to muffle his noises. Aether clicked the button again, the vibrations increasing in intensity. He pressed his hand against Dew’s stomach to stop his hips from bucking. Dew’s tail lashed and reached out to curl around Aether’s arm.

“Sensitivity is high.” Aether muttered to himself. He was having trouble holding onto the little toy from all the slick on his fingers and as he readjusted his grip, the angle of the tip changed slightly. Dew let out a muffled cry, biting down on his fingers. His cunt clenched hard around the speculum and then he was gone.

 Aether watched with satisfaction (and a little amazement) as Dew’s pussy spasmed and pulsed. It was a totally new and not unpleasant experience to watch his orgasm from the inside, his muscles clenching and releasing, slick drooling onto the table below him. He was transfixed.

“Y-yellow- '' Dew panted, snapping Aether back to reality. He pulled the vibrator away and looked up at Dew with concern.

“You alright?” Aether asked. Dew nodded, a dazed look on his face.

“Mhm, mostly. I- I wanna end the scene.” Dew replied. Aether nodded and gently closed the speculum, then slid it out of Dew. He kissed the inside of his thigh and set the tool aside before rolling his chair over to Dew’s side.

“How you feeling?” Aether asked, brushing some of his partner’s hair out of his face.

“Fuzzy brain.” Dew mumbled. “I liked that.”

“That’s good. Scale of 1-10, how fuzzy are you?” He always asked this question during aftercare to gauge the level of care Dew would need.

“Mmm… Four.” Dew mumbled. “Want cuddles.” He reached out for Aether and grabbed his hand.

“Can you wait a bit, firefly?” Aether asked. “I gotta clean up the room, but then we can cuddle all night long.”

Dew sighed and nodded. “Okay… that’s fair. Can I have the blanket?”

Aether retrieved the blanket he’d brought from the chair in the corner and draped it over Dew. “I’m gonna clean you up a bit down there, is that okay?”

“Mhm.” Dew nodded. Aether could hear him start to purr as he buried his face in the fuzzy blanket. Using a soft towel and some warm water from the sink, he wiped away most of the mess Dew had made of himself with a gentle hand. Then he helped Dew into clean underwear and sweatpants, his partner purring the whole time.

Fifteen minutes later, the exam room was spotless and Dew was still purring in his blanket cocoon. Aether scooped the smaller ghoul up effortlessly and nestled him against his chest.

“Mmmm…” Dew hummed, burying his face in Aether’s chest. “You’re so strong.”

“You’re not that heavy.” Aether chuckled, using his knee to turn the door handle and turning off the lights with his elbow. His voice dropped to a whisper once they were in the hallway. “I could carry two of you, no problem.”

“Suuure.” Dew’s whisper was as sarcastic as ever, but he shut up as Aether carried him through the back hallways of the infirmary and out a side door. He was fast asleep in Aether’s arms even before they got back to the den.