#Dewdrop/Aether

[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 !! ꒱꒱ ��ˊ˗ 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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[forlorn-crows]

𝑺𝒏𝒂𝒑 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 / 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Dewdrop/Aether

Tags: T4T (transmasc dewdrop + transmasc aether), fingering, penetrative (vaginal) sex, tail play, strap-ons, PWP, dirty talk, spoon fucking, gender affirming sex toys.

Notes: words used to describe dew and aether's anatomy are dick/cock (in reference to both sex toy and real), cunt/folds, hole.

tagging @askingforthesun, the only person i've told about this, and @miasmaghoul, who gave me the original inspo (and who this fic is for. betcha didnt see that coming did ya?). happy trans ghoul tuesday >:)

Words: 1,748

It’s addicting, watching him like this. A hypnotic little dance of flesh against silicone that Aether can’t peel his eyes away from. Flush against his back, he sees how the end of the toy kisses the end of Dew’s little cock with each gentle thrust: dark mauve against flushed, shining pink. Hears it too, the perfect sound of wet skin mixing into the tenor of Dew’s moans.  It’s his slick that covers them both now; it gathers atop the wide head, coating Dew’s cock with each of Aether’s thrusts. And the wetter he gets, the more vocal he gets; he’s begging now for Aether’s dick. That desperation taking full control. Begging with hitched breath please, put it in, need it. Begging for Aether to slip right inside. 

This work is a collab with my dear friend @noahl-art >:) You can find his full companion pieces on AO3

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Aether’s sure he’s been teasing Dew for close to an hour. Slow. Steady. Intentional. Just enough time to reach the crossroads of needy and impatient. Minutes stretched far beyond their capacity, consisting solely of Aether rubbing the tip of his silicone cock through his folds—up and down, up and down—while the fire ghoul clamps his thighs around that strap and grinds. 

It’s addicting, watching him like this. A hypnotic little dance of flesh against silicone that Aether can’t peel his eyes away from. Flush against his back, he sees how the end of the toy kisses the end of Dew’s little cock with each gentle thrust: dark mauve against flushed, shining pink. Hears it too, the perfect sound of wet skin mixing into the tenor of Dew’s moans. 

It’s his slick that covers them both now; it gathers atop the wide head, coating Dew’s cock with each of Aether’s thrusts. And the wetter he gets, the more vocal he gets; he’s begging now for Aether’s dick. That desperation taking full control. Begging with hitched breath please, put it in, need it. Begging for Aether to slip right inside. 

The quint ghoul reaches his arm over Dew’s body and slips two fingers between his thighs. He shimmies back just a little, allowing his hand to take the place of the strap. The digits meet that wet, creamy skin, sliding luxuriously between his aroused sex, and Aether can’t stop the moan that escapes him. 

“Finally ready for me?” Aether mumbles against the smaller ghoul’s shoulder. As if it needs to be asked. 

“Been ready,” Dew whines. “‘M so fuckin’ hard for you.” He shakes his head, covering Aether’s hand with his own. Immediately, he guides his fingers until they curve just right, pushing past the rim of his hole and entering his body. He sighs like it’s the only thing he’s been waiting for his entire life—like it’s a relief to have Aether’s fingers seated in his cunt. 

“Satanas, baby,” Aether groans. He pumps his fingers to give him a cursory stretch, the sound of it simply lewd. “Sound like you want it bad.”

Dew arches into it, ass pressing into the lower part of Aether’s stomach. His skin is nearly burning. Arousal flaring hot. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Give it t’ me.” He lets go of the quintessence ghoul’s wrist, reaching further down to pull at the head of the strap. Making the tip bump at the knuckles of Aether’s fingers. He whimpers, tail thumping impatiently.

“Shh, I gotcha. There you go, let me—”

Aether pushes in, hand migrating to rest over Dew’s stomach. Keeping him close. Inch by inch until his hips are once again fully flush to his back, fully thrust into the hot clutch of his body. Dew whimpers again and reaches his arm back, craning his neck so he can sloppily capture the quint ghoul’s lips with his own. Breathing hot and humid against each other’s faces, Dew’s hand gripping at Aether’s hair. Whining again when Aether humps, just a little. 

“Fuck me,” Dew slurs. Cock twitching just below Aether’s hand. “Like–mmpf–fuck me, really fuck me.”

“Yeah?” Aether moves that hand down over Dew’s hip. Gripping, Fingers digging in. He flexes his hips, kissing that spot deep inside his cunt. “Want it?”

“Uh huh.”

Before Dew can even gasp, Aether hooks his arms under Dew’s legs, hoisting them up until they fold and the tops of his thighs meet his chest. Then he pulls back—not enough for the strap to slip from his body, but enough to roll the fire ghoul halfway onto his back, shins lifted up towards the ceiling, ass resting on the place where Aether’s thighs clamp together. 

Dew yips in surprise, a noise that quickly turns into a moan when Aether starts to move. Not quite a snapping of his hips, but a nasty grind that keeps him deep. 

It also pushes the base of the toy perfectly into his own sex, where a special feature hides. A little hole molded into the bottom tugs at the sensitive skin of his own cock and suctions onto it each time he pulls back. Press, tug. Press, tug. 

“Fuckin’ hells, Aethe,” Dew groans, craning his neck and pressing the back of his head into the pillow. Eyes losing focus and fluttering before they fall shut. “Fuck, tha’s perfect.”

Aether squeezes under his knees, hiking them up further. “Sound so good,” he grunts. Thrusting up with a snap. “Feel so good. My perfect boy.”

“Need to—” Aether snaps his hips again, and he chokes on his words. “Oh, need to cum on it. Want you t’ make me cum on i-hih-it.”

“Yeah?” An echo of the moments just before. 

Dew nods quickly. Bites his lip. “Yeah.”

Aether’s tail loops around—just agile enough to slip between Dew’s legs as Aether begins to really thrust—sneaking its way up from the bottom so he doesn’t see the leathery spade close in on his hard little cock. “Already?”

“Ae-ther!” Dew cries out as the end of the quint ghoul’s tail presses against him, cool and firm. “Fuck.”

“That’s it,” Aether lilts. “Use it. Let it make you feel good.” He cranks up the speed of his thrusts, setting a moderate rhythm. Just enough that the strap hits deep inside with each motion, but not too fast that Dew can’t feel every inch as it slides in and out. Aether wants him to feel how it drags across his slick insides, how the pull-out of each thrust is graced with a tremor that runs through his thighs, his arms. Wants Dew to feel the texture of his tail as it matches his movements, rubbing on that hard little length just right. 

The fire ghoul whimpers. Aether can’t feel how he clamps around him, not exactly, but the way he gasps and arches into his movements gives him enough of a guess. 

“Satanas, there, right there,” he moans, eyes rolling as he wrenches them open and tips his head to look down at himself, slack-jawed. The sight of Aether’s tail, the spade now shiny with slick, greets him as it flutters over his cock, and the jiggle of Aether’s thighs has him groaning and falling back down to the bed all over again.

One well-angled push of his hips has Aether keening right along with him, the full length of his chubby cock finally slipping into that hole at the base of the toy. It sucks hard, making him clench all the way down to his toes and groan into the side of Dew’s face. 

“You perfect thing,” Aether breathes. “Wanna see how good it makes you feel. Will you show me?”

“A-Aethe—”

“So close, aren’t you?” 

Dew’s only response is a whine that crackles through his voice. Short and almost wheezing. Yes.

“Fuck, kiss me. Sound so good, baby.” He does his best to capture Dew lips with his, guiding him to turn his head. “Feels so good doesn’t it? When I fuck you like this?” 

“Mm-hm,” Dew whines against his mouth. “Oh–oh fuck.” He flings his arm down to the sheets, hand grasping at the fabric. His other hand tightens in Aether’s hair. A delicate almost-pain that has the quint ghoul groaning in approval.

“Just like that,” he grunts. “C’mon, baby boy.”

“Uh—uh-huh!” Dew arches again, and Aether swears he can feel how the hard bud of his cock twitches beneath his tail. Soon enough, his narrow chest starts to heave. Deep breaths that shorten until he’s panting and begging make me, make me. 

Aether doubles down. “That’s it, there’s a lad—”

“Making me; g-gonna—”

Dew’s words cut off with a strangled sound, face burning crimson and body going taut as he spasms around Aether’s strap. Thighs clamping together and feet twitching where they hang in the air. 

“Sshhiit, Aethe.” His voice shakes as his hips buck involuntarily as he cums, each hard clench wringing out a soft little noise from the back of his throat. Perfectly pitched and wanton in every way. 

“Fuck yeah,” Aether breathes, stilling his hips to watch. And with that pause, Aether can actually feel him now; the way Dew’s cunt pulses around the toy, muscles pulling it up, makes it so Aether gets a small suctioned tug on his cock with each spasm. “Shit.”

Maybe it’s that, or the way Dew cries out when he does it, but Aether can’t help but give an extra thrust or two. 

Eventually, even though Aether could watch him cum all day, Dew comes down, sighing heavily as his muscles release and he relaxes back into the mattress. Sated, but still shivery and tingling. 

“Can—can you—” He pushes at Aether’s tail with a shaking hand, the spade still massaging lightly over his cock. His legs twitch in a feeble attempt to dislodge the strap, too, overwhelmed. Aether acknowledges him with a quick hum, slipping out and retracting his tail to give his quivering mate some space. 

Dew’s face screws up in pleasure-pain as their bodies separate, thighs giving one final squeeze before his legs go askew. “Jesus, fuck.”

The quint ghoul blinks. Then he barks a surprised laugh. “Language, Dewy,” he teases.

Dew rolls back onto his side with a drawn-out groan, hands pressing on his groin as if to physically tell his body to calm down. Palms flattening out his dick to stop it from throbbing. His tail, though, flicks backwards and wraps itself around Aether’s arm, pulling him in for a cuddle. One touch to replace another. 

“Dunno the last time I came that hard,” Dew rasps. He curls further into himself and groans. “How’d’you do that.” 

Aether hums, burying his face into the sweaty nape of Dew’s neck. “Know what you like,” he mumbles. He tugs on the fasteners of his harness, haphazardly pulling it off (hissing when the hollow base pops off his cock) and pushing it to the end of the bed. 

“Didn’t even cheat,” Dew half-laughs, referring to Aether’s tendency to slip him a little magick here and there to make everything more intense. 

Aether chuckles too, a little prideful. “Nope. No cheating.”

“Bastard,” he whispers. A beat. A slight grumble. Dew reaches back and grabs at Aether’s ass. His boney fingers dig in, five pinpricks of building vigor, of promise. 

He pushes until Aether’s leg falls back onto the bed. “‘M gonna suck you so hard you cum in two seconds,” he mock-threatens. “Turn over.”

[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

[iamthecomet]

Nothing is Enough

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Dewther Featuring: Quintosis. Mean Aether. Hair Pulling. Kink negotiated off screen. Dew being *very* into shame. Oral sex. Aether being a bastard. Dew being completely and totally down for it. Word Count: ~1.7k

Many thanks to @kroas-adtam and @miasmaghoul for encouraging my hair pulling Aether agenda.

“Please,” Dew whispers. A barely there noise that Aether could pretend not to hear. For a second–Dew thinks he really didn’t hear. Aether doesn’t shift, doesn’t say a word. Then, there’s an inhale, deeper than the others. Dew’s stomach flips over, drops, settles somewhere down by his balls. .

“I told you to be quiet,” His voice is cold, sharp. Void of any fondness and Dew feels himself throb. He almost moans with it–this callousness. He longs for it to be used against him. He wants to choke on it.

“My feet hurt, Aeth. Come on.”

“Shut up.”

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[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.

kudos and comments on ao3 would make my day!

[ashthewaterghoul]

Sweet but spicy DewTher hc

(Anatomies are kept vague so it can fit whatever hc you have)

They honestly don’t have sex that much.

Everyone thinks they go at it like rabbits bc they’re so touchy and constantly making dirty jokes and remarks.

What they do do practically every chance they get is cock-warming.

It’s not meant as a punishment or teasing, they just love and crave the closeness.

They’re usually always cuddled up, and that makes their bodies react in a very specific way. They’re not always up for having sex so on that front, it’s almost like a good compromise.

They love that they not only are so physically connected to each other but there’s also something so special about it, on an emotional, almost spiritual level for them.

Everyone’s learned to knock on their doors bc, even if they’re just taking their lunch break together, likelihood is their pants are down and one is just chilling inside the other.

Also into exhibitionist/public stuff (only in front of the pack though) so anytime they have a blanket over them in the common room while snuggling or their pants look a bit weird… there’s a reason for that and everyone knows why.

It’s not even sexual for them, they just love being with each other, in the other’s space and being welcomed in.

Just, yeah…

✨Them✨

[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

Below the cut or on AO3

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.” 

[ghcstcd]

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[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

[iamthecomet]

How It Feels To Fall 01/?

Out of the Black Night

Overall Rating: E (this chapter rated G because literally nothing is happening) Pairing: Dewdrop/Aether Featuring: Slow Burn. Idiots slowly falling in love. Summonings. Magic. So Much Lore. Chapter one is basically just a prologue, sorry not sorry. Word Count: 729

This is the last time he’ll wake to this. Blinking to consciousness under the open sky. The last time he’ll feel suspended within this. The last time he will wake as a part of the fabric of everything. Veins, and, blood, and breath shared with the universe around him. 

For @miasmaghoul ♥

Read it on AO3.

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Dew being insecure and dysphoric about his small bottom growth and Aether proceeding to give him the sloppiest most gender affirming blowjob the world has ever seen

[rain-fa1l]

when dew comes back from tour it’s physically impossible to pry him away from aether he sticks to him like glue