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sentientgolfball · 7 months ago

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Hey, could you be able to draw or write about Copia x Aether? In nsfw pls!! <3

This one really got away from me and end up being 3k words. damn.

Anyways this is just some really soft copiaeth because they're in love I don't make the rules

I hope you like it :3

MDNI 18+

Everything had moved so fast after Terzo got replaced. A whole new pack was summoned. Dew became a fire ghoul. New uniforms were thrusted into their hands. They were all introduced to the Cardinal that would be taking over the Ghost Project with new music shoved into their hands. Between helping Dew recover and learning the dynamics of the new pack, Aether barely had any time to assess how he felt about it all. Especially how he felt about that Cardinal.

He seemed cocky and overconfident the first few times they met, boasting about how he’d wipe the floor with Terzo. It made Aether’s hackles raise the way he talked about his Papa. The moment they started spending more time together though Aether realized it was all for show. He’d come to visit Dew late at night in the infirmary when he thought nobody was around. He’d sit with him, praying to the Lords Below his recovery was swift. On one occasion Aether overheard him apologizing for Dew’s condition, voice cracking with the admission that Terzo would’ve done the ritual better. Aether kept a closer eye on the Cardinal after that night.

Once the band started rehearsing his true nature shone right through whatever mask the Clergy made him feel forced to wear. He was awkward albeit kind. He praised every ghoul individually after each rehearsal. He was laidback with them, more so than any of the previous Papas. Aether couldn’t help but grow a fondness for him.

It didn’t help that Copia seemed to be returning the feeling. When Dew was well enough to leave the infirmary he still visited, blaming the nightly visits on his insomnia. He’d always drift around the corridors until he bumped into Aether. They’d chat in low whispers so as not to disturb any patients, Aether would ask if there was anything he could do to help, and Copia would only respond with a stutter and a shrug. When it got closer to tour and he seemed to be living in his office and the rehearsal room, Aether would check on him to make sure he wasn’t working himself to death. The first night Copia asked Aether to stay, just needing some company while he worked on some final logistics, was when he knew the Cardinal was more to him than just his superior.

It became exponentially worse once on tour. Aether didn’t know if it was just for the fans or if it was Copia’s own strange form of flirting, but everytime those gloved fingers ran up his leg Aether felt fire in his veins. The night that hand drifted to caress his inner thigh while Copia went on and on about how big and strong he is ruined him. Dew laughed at him once they were off stage for having to hide his half hard dick the rest of the show. All because the sweet, awkward little Cardinal got his hands on him.

Tonight’s show was Aether’s breaking point. Everything was going smooth until it was time for introductions after If You Have Ghosts. Copia kneeled, resting his head against his hip. He dragged the tip of his finger up his leg following the inseam of his pants.

“Well built…everywhere” Copia’s hand was so close to his rapidly thickening cock. All he had to do was shift his weight and he’d be palming him in front of hundreds of people.

Aether cracked his neck, trying to force the thought out of his head. Just as quick as that hand was on him, the feeling of warm leather disappeared. He moved out of the heat of the spotlight, standing in the low blue beside Swiss’ stage. He needed to get himself under control before a fan got a different kind of show. Luckily Copia was on the other side of the stage introducing Cirrus and Cumulus. He felt like he could breathe.

“We can smell you ya know” Swiss bent to whisper into Aethers ear.

“Swiss not now.”

“Then when big guy” he laughs “everyone knows you wanna fuck him. Can’t say I blame you though with how fucking tight those pants are.”

Aether turns his attention to his guitar, tuning it to avoid thinking about Copia’s costume choices. Swiss leans in closer.

“If you don’t make a move then I might just see if I can catch a cardinal.”

Aether doesn’t have time to tell Swiss off, before he knows it Copia’s finished with introductions and moving on to the next song in the set. He spends the rest of the show thinking about that pit that settled in his stomach with Swiss’ insinuation. He can’t help the way his eyes track Copia across the stage. Fuck why did he have to wear white? If he let his mind go farther than the music he could feel the caress of hands.

Bows came around and he was reluctant to hand his guitar off to the techie. He was well aware of the bulge of his half hard cock. Dew slapped his ass with a wink when he wandered over to his side to throw some picks and he’s never been more grateful for the mask. He rushes to his spot between Cumulus and Swiss, wanting nothing more than to get to the hotel and take a cold shower. Swiss and Cumulus snicker at the state of him.

The time it takes to get off stage and into his after show clothes is a blur. Before he knows it he’s standing outside waiting for the van to pull around. He’s so lost in his own thoughts he doesn’t notice Copia slide up next to him.

“You disappeared before I could ehh speak with you.”

“About what?” Aether glanced sideways at him, admiring his side profile. The proud jut of his nose.

“You.”

“Me?”

Was Copia finally making a move on him that wasn’t just public fondling? It took Aether by surprise, he never would’ve guessed that awkward little man would have the gall. He’s done nothing but surprise Aether since they met, and he’s dying to see what else the Cardinal is hiding.

“Your performance tonight you did not seem as ehh energetic as your usual self. Are you feeling well?”

Of course not.

“I’m fine, Cardinal. Just a bit of shoulder pain but it’s nothing.”

Copia hums, nodding in response. They stand in silence as the rest of the ghouls slowly fill in. They wait outside for another five minutes before the van that’ll take them to the hotel pulls around. They pile in one by one and Aether almost has a moment of relief before he sees Copia sitting where Mountain usually does. Right next to him. Mountain is in the front seat greeting the driver. Copia must notice the staring because he clears his throat.

“He asked me to switch seats. His ehh legs were bothering him and he did not want to be cramped back here.”

Aether just nods and gets settled. He stares out the window once the van starts rolling away from the venue. He definitely isn’t thinking about how he can feel Copia’s thigh pressed against his. How small it is compared to him. He definitely isn’t letting his mind wander, thinking of all the ways he could prove to Copia just how strong and well built he is.

He’s pulled from his mind when he feels a hand on his shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly. Before he can even begin to fathom a response it’s rubbing firm circles across his back.

“You looked a little ehh tense, are you sure your shoulder isn’t an issue?”

Oh this man was going to be the death of him.

“I’m sure” he smiles but judging from Copia’s expression it reads more as a grimace “but thanks for the concern.”

It wasn’t long before they were at the hotel. The proximity to Copia had done nothing to help the feeling of his cock pressing uncomfortably against his pants. He offered to carry extra luggage just so he could have something to hide behind while Copia got keycards for everyone at the front desk. Luckily it was late and there weren't many people hanging in the lobby. Copia got their cards, passing them out before they split into smaller groups to ride the elevator up to their floor. Unfortunately that meant Aether was pressed into the confined space with the Cardinal. Swiss and Rain were there too. He could feel their eyes on him, could practically hear Swiss’ teasing tone.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. The group walked silently through the halls. It’s not the nicest place they’ve been in, the carpeted floor had a few odd stains and the colors didn’t quite match. As long as the shower worked Aether would be happy. Swiss and Rain split first, saying their goodnights when they slipped into their individual rooms.

Of course it was left to just him and Copia. Why wouldn’t it be?

Their rooms were at the end of the hallway, right across from each other. When they got to their doors they lingered for just a moment. Copia’s hand brushed ever so slightly against Aether’s when he wished him a goodnight. He turned to unlock his door before Aether could react. When his mind caught up he only had one thought.

I can’t take this anymore.

Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s pushing Copia into his room and shutting the door behind them. He drops his bags to the floor in favor of caging him against the wall. Copia yelps with the suddenness of it.

“I’m tired of your teasing, Cardinal. You went too far tonight.”

“Settle down Aether, what about your shoulder? I can’t be out of a guitarist.”

There’s a tilt to his voice that tells Aether all he needs to know.

“So how long were you going to play innocent?”

“I never claimed to be anything” Copia smiles up at him.

He runs his hands over Aether’s arms, slowly dragging his fingertips up until he can cradle his face.

“I have been curious about you since I met you, my ghoul. The others they ehh look at you like you are the reason the stars shine at night. I wanted to learn why.��

This catches Aether off guard. The softness of it. He was prepared for banter, teases being swapped back and forth until he was able to bully Copia into the bed, but this vulnerability isn’t what he was expecting from the eccentric Cardinal. Every little thing he learned about him just solidified that fondness that had bloomed in him. He can’t help himself when he leans to capture Copia in a kiss. It’s nothing more than a gentle press of lips, but the sigh Copia lets out coupled with the way he sags into the touch has Aether’s head spinning.

He wants to feel him pressed against him. He wants to drink every delicious noise from him. He wants to see that proud nose buried in the thick hair at the base of his cock. He wants to catch this cardinal and never let him go.

When they break apart Aether can’t help but admire the deep blush that spills from his cheeks to his throat. He runs a clawed hand through his hair.

“I’ll show you anything you want Copia.”

“Dei in basso aiutami.”

Aether chuckles and pulls him off the wall. He picks up both of their bags and walks into the room to set them on yeh chair in the corner of the room. He rummages around in his own for a moment before pulling out a half empty bottle of lube. He nearly drops it when he turns back around only to find Copia sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but his boxers, clothes discarded near the bathroom door.

Aether doesn’t think he’s seen a more beautiful human. The hair that covers his chest down to his navel, the swell of his tummy, the tattoo that’s been hidden on his pec. He can’t get enough of it all. He sets the lube down on the nightstand and shucks his own hoodie off. Copia stares up at him, not thinking when he reaches out to run his fingers through the thick fur on Aether’s belly.

“Soft” he muses to himself. He gasps when the stardust threaded into the fur shimmers under his touch.

“I can see why the others are so enraptured with you.”

Aether huffs a genuine laugh “you haven’t seen anything.”

“Then indulge me my ghoul.”

Aether slots himself between Copia’s legs, hands coming up to cup his face. He kisses him again, this time with more fervor. He licks across the seam of Copia’s lips, searching for entrance. When he drops his mouth open Aether tilts his head to get a deeper angle. He licks into his mouth, shoves that forked tongue down his throat. Tasting just to taste.

He crowds Copia back, pushing him so that he’s laying flat on the bed. He doesn’t break contact as he slides up to straddle his hips, drinking down the groan Copia lets out when their clothed cocks brush against each other. Aether can’t help but grind down to hear him make that noise again. And again. And again.

He breaks the kiss for just a moment, just to look at him. Kiss swollen lips and saliva dribbling down the corner of his mouth. Aether bends back down to kiss across his jawline, moving up to suck and bite just under his ear before trailing down to mark his neck. He sucks deep bruises onto his throat he knows the makeup team will scold him for tomorrow. He can’t help it, he needs everyone to know he got the Cardinal first.

He trails further down, leaving open mouthed kisses down his entire abdomen. He pauses his ministrations to nose at his cock through his boxers before hooking a claw into the waistband and pulling them down. Copia shudders when the cool air of the room hits his flushed dick. He cranes his neck to look down at Aether. Oh was that a mistake. The hungry look in his purple eyes makes his stomach swoop, a thick blurt of pre pearling at his tip. Aether holds his eye contact as he unfurls his tongue, licking from root to tip before swiping his tongue to taste him. He presses a kiss to the tip of his dick before pulling away. Copia makes a mixed sound of wounded and confused and Aether can’t help but laugh.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Aether shucks his own pants and boxers off before grabbing the lube off the nightstand. He can feel Copia’s eyes rack over him and he can't help but be a little cocky.

“See something you like?”

“Dio qui sotto you are the most beautiful thing I have laid my eyes on.”

Fuck Aether was beyond his limit. He couldn’t take the sweet words from the Cardinal anymore. He uncaps the bottle and squirts a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. With the clean hand, he spreads Copia’s legs open to settle between them. He rubs his fingers together, spreading the lube before brushing the tips against his rim. He traces his hole with the tip of a claw until Copia is shaking, hips twitching, searching for more. Carefully Aether slips one finger into his hole, groaning at how tight he is.

“I’ve thought about this for so long” Aether pumps that thick finger in and out of him.

“Give me more please give me more” Copia begs from above.

He could draw this out. Take as much time as he wanted savoring every twitch and hitched breath, but Aether wants this. Bad. He can save the teasing for another night. He slips a second finger into him, reveling in the wet sound that echoes through the room. He curls those fingers, pumping them in and out until Copia is shaking, a mix of Italian and English falling from his lips.

He pulls out, grabbing the lube and squirting more into his hand. He jacks himself slowly, spreading a mix of lube and pre over the length of his thick cock. He positions the tip to brush against Copia’s waiting hole and they both groan. He bends to capture him in a kiss when he pushes in. He’s so tight it drives Aether insane. He should’ve given him a third finger, but fuck he couldn’t wait anymore. He had to be inside of him. It's almost agonizing how slow Aether sinks into the warmth of his body. Inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside. By the time Aether’s hips are flush with Copia’s they’re both shaking.

He’s still for a moment before giving an experimental roll of his hips. Copia makes a strangled sound and for a second Aether thinks he might’ve hurt him. Copia wraps his legs around Aether, keeping him close.

“If you do not start moving I am going to lose my mind.”

Aether doesn’t need to be told twice. He sets a steady rhythm, not quite pounding into him but enough to pull a sigh out of Copia each time he pushes back in. Aether’s head spins with the sweet noises. He clenches down on his cock with the next stroke and Aether nearly chokes. He digs his claws into the bedding near Copia’s head and fucks into him harder.

“Touch yourself” he pants, watching the words register in Copia’s mind.

His eyes flutter closed when he gets a hand on himself. Aether can’t look away as he starts to stroke himself in time with each of his thrusts. The pinch between his brow, the way he chews his bottom lip each time Aether drags over his prostate, the deep blush that’s spilled down to chest. Fuck if he could take a picture he would. He etches that face into his memory, something to go back to when he’s alone.

He watches a thick bead of pre squirt into Copia’s happy trail the same time he clenches hard around his cock. He knows he’s close. He picks up his pace, thrusting into him until the sound of skin against skin is deafening, desperate to cum when he does.

“Aether oh fuck don’t stop.”

Aether bends, sucking at the place where neck meets shoulder, grinding deep inside of him. A combination of a well timed thrust and fangs grazing against skin is all Copia needs. He spills hot between them, coating both of their stomachs with rope after rope of cum, a broken moan following. Aether double downs, rutting and spreading the mess further. Copia wraps his arms around his shoulders, leaving open mouthed kisses across his face. Lips drift too close to the base of one of his horns and sensation is enough to throw him off his own edge. His mouth falls open in a silent scream, cumming deep inside of him. He hips rock forward at their own accord with each twitch of dick.

He pants, pausing for a moment to catch his breath before running a hand through Copia’s sweaty hair. Nothing but affection fills his eyes and it makes Aether’s heart beat that much faster. He turns his head and kisses the wrist that’s still by his face.

Aether carefully pulls out of him, rubbing his hands over his thighs to soothe the muscles. He crawls into the bed to rest against the headboard before pulling Copia over to rest against his chest. They’re sticky and sweaty but neither of them seem to care in that moment.

“I can see it now. Why everyone looks at you the way they do. You truly are something my ghoul.”

“And all it took was getting my dick in you.”

“That’s not—I didn’t mean it like that” Copia stutters, blush returning to his face at the insinuation.

Aether chuckles “Relax I was only teasing. I think it’s fair after what you put me through.”

Copia hums. Silence falls over them as they bask in each other's company, too tired to even think about moving. Aether is fading in and out of consciousness when he hears him clear his throat.

“You were serious? When you ehh said you had been thinking about this”

“You have no idea” he pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Copia smiles to himself, content with the sentiment. He settles against Aether, tucking his nose into the crook of his neck. He falls asleep with those big, well built arms holding him like he was something to cherish.

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dewedup · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 3 - Blood Play/Gloves/Leather

@jimothybarnes and yours truly are back with another addition to the beautiful prompt list by @kroas-adtam

someone please tell me to stop trying to add plot to my porn

Pairing: Aether/Copia

Words: 1,540

Copia lets his hand travel to the ground, dipping the tips of his fingers into the pool of blood surrounding them. He raises it to his face, twisting his hand around as he watches it shine, barely noticeable among the black leather of his gloves.

He moves his hand again, tracing it down the curve of Aether’s cheek watching the crimson paint his skin seemingly out of nowhere. Aether’s nostrils flare as his eyes darken, his forked tongue slipping out to lick at the trail of blood, catching some with the muscle.

“Oh”

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Aether makes eye contact with the sibling of sin he’s had his eyes on for a week now. Watching their daily movements, when and where they can be found in the abbey at any given moment.

He’s made himself a familiar, friendly face.

Being the de facto leader of the ghouls comes with a level of responsibility that Aether thrives on. He's good at assigning tasks, making sure things are done in a timely manner, and wrangling the less serious ghouls. He prides himself on how many different things he can juggle without cracking under pressure.

He wouldn’t say he’s cracking, exactly.

It’s just that he’s getting older.

Tours take more of a toll on his human vessel. Finds himself enjoying off days just to stay in, watch TV and relax, instead of going gallivanting with the group to explore every corner topside. Mountain will look at him sympathetically after a rough show. Watch the way Aether takes his steps with a little more caution, trying not to aggravate the already worn-down muscles. He doesn’t completely understand. Mountain and Dew were summoned at the same time as him? Mountain is aging gracefully, probably due to the amount of time he spends doing yoga, mediating, spending time in nature and crafting herbal concoctions that he swears by. And Dew, the water-turned-fire ghoul can still act like a kit some days. He’s slowed down, but only microscopically. Just watching the way Dew, Rain and Swiss fuck around makes Aether want to curl up under a blanket with a good book.

But Aether’s been managing… until he wasn’t.

The summoning of two new ghouls, with Sunny being sent to their sister location to work on her ‘behavioural issues’ and Aether being asked to step down from his role as a band ghoul, to be taken under Zephyr’s wing with the library and balancing the books for the Ministry. It’s the beginning of the end, he feels. Like they’re slowly phasing him out of any real jobs, so that if one day they decide to send him back to the pit no one will even notice.

He feels unwanted, not needed.

But he won’t go down easy. If they’re going to send him back to the hell from which he came, he’s going to make it well worth it.

He’s still making eye contact with the sibling, when he motions with his head to the hallway at the end of the hall. He can almost taste the blush that graces their cheeks as they nod, making their way to the dark end of the hall, stupidly letting the quintessence ghoul stay a few paces behind them.

It’s almost too easy.

As the high of fear-spiked blood slowly ebbs away, Aether’s faced with the consequences of his own actions.

His eyes travel the floor of the sibling’s room, blood splattered from the messy, nonfatal wound he had opened their chest with. Regrets it now, causing pain when he knew from the start that he was going to take their life. But the bloodlust and his already turbulent emotions didn’t mix well together.

With a sigh, Aether starts to climb to his feet, pushing up so that he’s sitting on his knees, and that’s when the door opens.

“Oh, my ghoul,” Copia’s tone is laced with the same disappointment that fills his eyes as he takes in the scene before him. He’s dressed like he just got back from an outing, in a clean-pressed suit and sunglasses tucked into the collar of his shirt. Aether tries to protest, holding up his hands in an attempt to stop him, but Copia shushes him and rests comfortably on his knees.

They both watch as the knees of his white pants start to absorb the puddle of blood that’s semi-concealed on the dark flooring. The patch of red grows with every second, the liquid rapidly chilling the longer it’s outside of the body that used to house it.

“I’m sorry,” Aether mumbles, unshed tears glistening in his eyes as shame washes over him. Leather-covered fingers grasp his chin, tugging it up from where it had fallen to his chest. He anchors himself to Copia’s eyes, seeing kindness he doesn’t deserve.

“It’s okay my pretty ghoul,” he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss on the ghoul’s forehead. Aether has always been Copia’s favourite. It’s a well-known fact and that’s probably why he isn’t being stern or reprimanding him. Where he should be the punisher as head of the Ministry, he finds himself consoling the clearly struggling ghoul. He’s had his eye on him for the last little while, seeing Aether close himself off slowly but surely from his friends and family.

“I don’t want to be sent back,” Aether whines, collapsing against the binded chest Copia pulls him into. He shushes him as Aether lets out a few tears, giving him the time he needs to pull himself back together.

“I would never send you back Aeth. I couldn’t picture myself being in this existence without you. I thought you’d enjoy the break from touring, getting to spend more time with Zephyr and learning the more monotonous but nonetheless important tasks of keeping this ship afloat.”

Aether feels stupid, can’t believe he let him work himself up to thinking he was being taken behind the barn to be handled. Copia was just trying to help him, give his life a purpose outside of performing, which his body was clearly starting to rebel against.

Aether lets out a long breath, feeling the weight of the world disappear from his shoulders. He even starts purring; it feels foreign since it’s been so long since he’s been content enough to vibrate from deep in his chest.

They sit in silence for a second, Aether finally leaning back to look up at Copia like he’s hung the stars and the moon.

“Oh,” Copia squeaks, surprised at the way his cunt clenches at the act. Aether growls, a flurry of movement ensuing that ends with Copia’s pussy sliding down Aether’s hard cock.

They both groan as Copia sinks fully onto him.

“Take me so well,” Aether praises, clawed fingers digging into Copia’s hips to help him. He pushes and pulls, guiding their movement as Copia tries to grasp his bearings.

“Off,” Copia gasps, hands clutching Aether’s clothed chest. The ghoul doesn’t need any further instructions, leaning off the ground to rip the shirt over his head. Copia’s hands find their place back on his chest, sliding down a little as Aether resumes fucking into him. He gushes onto the cock splitting him open when he catches sight of the bloody handprint marking the skin above Aether’s heart. The sight unleashes a hunger Copia’s never felt before, lifting and bouncing himself with more urgency while his hands dip into the puddle of blood once again.

He tries to make clean lines, but there’s bumps and hitches along the trail he’s carving with the punishing pace Aether has set for them. But he gets the job done, and there’s a crimson painting covering the ghoul’s hairy chest. Copia moans wantonly as he takes in the scene.

The way he clenches around Aether has the ghoul doubling his actions, leaving bruising marks on Copia’s hips as he fucks into him, the resounding sound of their skin slapping filling the otherwise empty room.

Copia’s thrown, his balance off with the force of the thrusts beneath him. He falls forward, his hands flying up with barely enough time to catch him from knocking his head off the ghoul growling below him.

He stares into Aether’s eyes for a minute but gets distracted by something off to the side. He glances over and notices his one hand has landed beside the sibling’s corpse; their blonde hair trapped under the hand while he gets thoroughly fucked by their killer.

It’s extremely disrespectful to have insanely hot sex beside a freshly dead body, and it shouldn’t make it hot. But Lucifer below it is. He’s clenching down on Aether, both of them moaning as Aether’s hips stutter. Copia starts to feel sad that their time is so close to an end, but Aether doesn’t let him ruminate on it for long as one of his hands leaves his hip, finding his clit and teasing hard circles around the engorged bud.

It's all he needs. Copia’s riding the waves of his orgasm, the contractions of his pussy pulling Aether right along with him over the edge. They stay there, exchanging oxygen as they gasp for breath, foreheads pressed together. Copia's chuckle breaks the silence that's settled over them.

“You’ve still gotta clean up this mess my pretty little ghoul.”

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