#Dewdrop/Aether

[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

[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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lemme know if you see any mistakes, tia ♡

[forlorn-crows]

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒚

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Aether/Dewdrop Tags: quintessence use, sex magic, hand jobs, frottage, cumming untouched, cum eating, a whole lotta magick fuckery. they're in love your honor Words: 3171

Summary: “Wanna get inside,” Aether rasps with a stroke to both of their lengths. “Will you let me do that?”

Dew groans. “Yeah? How do you want me?” 

“I want—fuck, sorry, not like that—” The quintessence ghoul fumbles with his words, tripping over the question he meant to ask. 

“No? Then—”

“Something different.” His chest heaves in a shaky sigh. Then, another long, luxurious stroke that makes them throb against each other. “Not physical. Might be . . . weird.”

The fire ghoul rolls his hips and captures his mouth in a quick but dirty kiss. “I like weird,” he whispers, biting at Aether’s lower lip. 

“Know it,” Aether mumbles back. “Might not be anything, though. D’you trust me?”

Note: this fic was inspired by @waywardsamaritan's fic, give and take. please thank them for the new Terrible thing quintessence can now be used for.

Read it on AO3 or under the cut:

Aether rests his forehead against Dew’s, panting hard. The smaller ghoul is pinned beneath him, caged in by his strong limbs. Arching into every touch he’s offered. 

“Wanna get inside,” Aether rasps with a stroke to both of their lengths. “Will you let me do that?”

Dew groans. “Yeah? How do you want me?” 

“I want—fuck, sorry, not like that—” The quintessence ghoul fumbles with his words, tripping over the question he meant to ask. 

“No? Then—”

“Something different.” His chest heaves in a shaky sigh. Then, another long, luxurious stroke that makes them throb against each other. “Not physical. Might be . . . weird.”

The fire ghoul rolls his hips and captures his mouth in a quick but dirty kiss. “I like weird,” he whispers, biting at Aether’s lower lip. 

“Know it,” Aether mumbles back. “Might not be anything, though. D’you trust me?”

“‘Course, baby,” Dew says softly, and oh, does that hushed tone do things to him. The fire ghoul strokes across Aether’s cheek, moving down to swipe his thumb across his parted lips. Bucking his hips so his cock slides against the thick underside of Aether’s own, in and out of the circle of his grip. 

“Fuck—” he grunts. “Sit on my lap?”

Dew nods, and Aether pulls back so they can rearrange. It’s a quick tangle/untangle/re-tangle sequence that ends with the quintessence ghoul’s back to the headboard and the smaller ghoul’s legs hooked around his hips so they face each other. 

“Hi, pretty boy,” Aether smiles, cupping that angular face between his hands. Always precious to him. Always worth taking another moment to admire. It earns him a pleased chuff and a kiss to his palm, heat rising to Dew’s cheeks so handsomely. 

“Do I get to know what you’re gonna do to me?” he asks. Dew walks his fingers coyly up Aether’s chest, dancing around in the swirling hair that covers his pecs. 

“Don’t even think I know exactly what,” Aether admits. He covers the hand on his chest with his own. Stalling. He knows everything will be fine—fantastic, even—but there’s a small part of him that fears he’ll fuck up the mood by experimenting with this. 

Or that it might not even work at all. Turn Dew off to his magick, in some terrible way. 

“It’s quintessence, yeah? But not in the exact way you’re used to,” he says slowly. “Something I’ve thought about trying. Promise you’ll tell me if you hate it?”

“I trust you,” Dew reiterates. He scoots a little closer, his lower stomach pressing to Aether’s belly. “Trust you to make it feel good.” Dew looks up at him with trusting eyes, and a face so open it makes Aether’s heart hurt in the best of ways. His scent flares with another spike of arousal, and it makes Aether ache for so much more.  

“C’mere.” He pulls Dew flush to his chest, as close as he can get. One hand spans across his upper back, and the other brushes a stray piece of ashen hair back behind his ear. He can feel the shiver that runs down his lithe body, raising goosebumps as it travels from head to groin. It gets another twitch out of his cock, kicking against Aether’s with a blurt of pre sliding down the head. 

“Shit,” the fire ghoul groans, eyes slipping shut.

“Haven’t even done anything yet,” Aether whispers, inching their mouths closer again.

“Want you to,” Dew replies. Inclining his head just right without ever looking, breath fanning across Aether’s lips as they capture his own. 

Aether groans into it, kissing him as deeply as he can. Holding him so tight in his arms like he’d slip from his lap if he didn’t. It only takes a slurred fuck, Aethe, between breaths to really get him going, hands tangling in Dew’s hair and tongue licking across the back of his teeth. Impassioned, yet devouring delicately like a hummingbird's beak to a cupful of nectar. Treating him with reverence, yet priming him to feel Aether, and Aether alone. 

Once the thrum of his own blood starts to pound loudly in his ears (and make his dick pulse), he slowly unfurls the magick at his core, letting it bleed upwards. Upwards through the gaps in his ribs, rising past his collarbone, floating through his cervical vertebrae and pooling onto his tongue. 

“Ready?” He mainly mouths the word against Dew’s lips, but he’s nodding as soon as it’s uttered. Fingers digging in and scratching lightly at the back of Aether’s neck. The quintessence ghoul takes a breath and lets go. 

Magick seeps into Dew’s body through their kisses, a smoke-like plume of energy growing in density with each meeting of their lips. The fire ghoul groans at the familiar feeling, leaning into its warmth. It doesn’t crackle or spark, but rather flows like a rich syrup tapped straight from the tree. Coating him slowly as it moves deeper inside. 

“Fuck,” Dew slurs, mouth growing clumsy as quintessence slithers down the back of his throat. “It’s—” He swallows loudly. “‘S going down.”

“Just let it,” Aether soothes. “Let it find a new path.” And it does. Instead of weaving its way into Dew’s mind as it normally would, settling into the ridges of his brain and blanketing every synapse under Aether’s control, it sinks into his chest and makes its home there. Dew shudders and clutches Aether even tighter. 

“Can’ kiss ‘nymore,” the fire ghoul mumbles, lips completely disconnecting from any meaningful movement. “H-oh, ssshit.”

“That’s fine, firefly, all you have to do is feel.” Aether helps him rest their foreheads together as Dew’s mouth goes slack and his breathing gets deeper. “Stay with me though. That’s it.”

“‘M here,” Dew assures. “Gettin’ used to it there.”

“Feels different,” Aether agrees. “Feels good though?” Dew only nods. “Feels really good for me, too, love.”

Aether can really feel him there, sitting next to his heart. That infernal heat darts out to meet his essence, curling around each other. Dancing an elemental tango. It only takes a few more moments before they meld together in some kind of hybrid amalgamation, and with that meshing, it all clicks at once:

“Oh.”

“Dew.”

The fire ghoul lifts his head from Aether’s and stares. The quint ghoul stares back. Wordlessly, Dew brings one of his hands to his chest, placing it flat over the spot where the magick hovers inside. He’s more lucid than he was just moments ago, but Aether can still feel that sluggishness in his veins—magick making him loose and relaxed, as it’s wont to do. 

“‘S like you’re here,” Dew says softly. “Like . . . like you reached inside ‘nd—”

“Touched you,” Aether finishes. At that, Dew throbs against him with a little huff. “Fuck, can you take more?” 

“Yeah.”

“Let me know if it’s too much, love. I’ll stop, soon as you tell me.”

Dew shakes his head. Eyes already sparkling with that amethyst purple.  “Keep going. Wanna feel more ‘f you.”

Aether covers Dew’s hand as before, just now over the other ghoul’s skinny chest. The other he anchors across his shoulder blades, keeping his torso tucked in the curve of his arm. “Deep breath for me, love,” he mutters.

Dew obeys, and the bubble of their conjoined essences expands. The edges blur past his bronchial tubes, into his lungs, and downward towards his stomach. Slowly growing to fill the shape of him like a foggy mist filling the valleys and canyons between mountains. Aether can feel the tingles roll up Dew’s spine as his magick shifts and moves, and he groans along with him as it warms his entire chest. He can see it, too: a sanguine blush spreads across his sternum, putting the silver barbells through his peaked nipples into further contrast. 

“Gorgeous,” he just has to comment. 

Something flares inside of Dew, and he gasps. A quickened breath not unlike when he’s kissed in soft, secret places. “Oh, Aether—fu-uck,” he groans, eyes fluttering until they shut. Aether can feel the way his stomach goes hot from the inside out, fuzzy with warmth and arousal still. He latches onto that feeling, grazing further down until Dew’s body guides the quintessence to pool around his navel like iron shavings to a magnet. Re-centering the heart of the original ball of magick so it sits low in his belly instead. The spike of pleasure that follows wrings a needy groan from them both, and Aether can’t help the way he wants more. 

“How do you feel so good,” he laments, hands shaking slightly as he pulls him close again. “Just—oh, want to fill you with it.”

Dew lets himself be pulled to Aether’s chest, body moving with a loose ease. Arms going limp and sliding down somewhere near his hips. His head lolls and falls into the crook of the bigger ghoul’s neck, parted lips grazing the skin there. 

“It’s so . . . shit, ‘s like y’re in there. Inside ‘f me,” he mumbles. His eyebrows quirk up, brushing against the bottom of Aether’s jaw. 

He exhales shakily. “So warm, droplet.” He’s relishing in the closeness this ritual of sorts allows him, both to feel and to understand. Aether makes it spiral lazily in his core, feeling around. Finding little spots to nestle the magick into. One spot in particular, around where his bladder sits, makes Dew whine so pretty, hips bucking of their own accord. 

“M-more—there; ev’rywhere. Please,” the fire ghoul begs. 

“Yeah? Wanna be full of me?” Aether feels crazy. He doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore; it’s like he wants Dew to let him in, even though he’s already in. Even though he’s already deeper than he’s ever been, touching parts of him he never thought he could. Literally crawling into him as if he’d cracked open his ribs and dug his fingers into his flesh, but in the kindest way possible. Intimate in a way he’s never experienced—or thought he could experience—before. 

If Dew’s reactions are anything to go by, he’d say something similar. Or moan it. But Aether can sense that he feels all that and more. 

So he’s going to grant him more.

“Will you tell me how it feels? That I can touch you here?” Aether breathes, expanding that bubble inside even further. Petting along walls of muscle and following branches of veins until the entire cavity of Dew’s torso is brimming with fire-tinged quintessence.

Dew groans and humps his lap more intentionally, seeking friction against the thick shaft of his cock. “Tingly,” he mumbles. “Everywhere. All you. Lucifer, ‘s just you.”

Dew grinds on him again, and Aether can’t help the moan that escapes him. But the pleasure is twofold: not only can he feel his own, but, from the inside, he can feel Dew’s, too. It’s a flash of insistent heat amongst the relative cool of his ether, building in intensity the longer he moves.  Aether holds him tighter.

“Oh, ‘s on my—hi-hitting oh fuckin’ hells,” Dew whines, and Aether can feel on the edge of his magic that he’s caressing right where his prostate would be, and pressing down still. He doesn’t need to see the fire ghoul’s face to know his eyes cross when he does it. Dew keens and drools down his collarbone, cock spitting an equal amount of wetness onto his own.

“Yeah? You feel me there?” 

“Everywhere,” Dew reiterates with a hiccup. 

Aether sweeps his magick down even further, caressing him from the inside out: running tendrils of it over the inside of his hole, his taint, rolling through his balls and all the way out to the tip of his cock, which spits out the biggest glob of precum yet. 

“Fuck, baby boy,” the quint ghoul shudders. “So hard for me.” He says it like he still can’t believe it, in awe of how easily Dew lets him in, even after all these years. How easy he can fill him up like this; how willing he is to take and take and take, without so much as a furrowed brow. And anything he wants, Aether will give him.

He nudges the center of magick even lower, right where he needs it. That infernal heat licks at the edges and tangles in it, trapping arousal and tumbling it over and over. 

“Tha’s it,” Dew sighs as if he’s slipping into a hot bath. It’s followed up by a drawn-out moan that Aether can feel all the way down to his gut. Rocking his hips back and forth as the quintessence moves with him. 

“Wanna feel you cum,” Aether grunts. “Wanna know what it feels like for you.”

Dew twitches, some choked-off, garbled sound worming its way out of his throat as his limp arms attempt to fold in on themselves. And even quicker than Aether can sense it, like he spoke it into existence, the fire ghoul is throwing his head back with a wail and cumming hard between their stomachs, cock standing ramrod straight in the air. 

“Ae–ah—ha-ah-th-h-er-her—” His face is painted with bliss, relief, and pleasure all at once, strained into an expression of sin itself. Aether’s gut twists at the sounds that pour from his open mouth, growing louder even as his cock sputters through the last of his release. 

“That’s it,” he breathes. “That’s—oh, fuck, Dew—” It’s one thing to feel Dew’s physical body as he spills, abs tensing, hips stuttering, cock growing wet and messy, but it’s another thing to feel what’s on the other side of it. How it builds in his thighs and his stomach, sensation zeroing in until it has nowhere else to go but out. The utter love that blooms in his mind and on his face as he’s gasping his name—the purest devotion and submission bursting from every cell. 

It’s the last thing Aether can admire before the pleasure ricochets through their bond and back into his own body, launching straight down to his gut without hesitation or mercy.

Aether shouts. Dew shivers. All he can do is hold onto him as he’s forced to ride out not only an orgasm of his own, but the remnants of Dew’s as well. Energy flowing back to him twofold and flowing down his form in full body tingles. 

He chants an endless stream of Dew Dew Dew, the name wrenched from his throat like an involuntary spasm, the contents of which he just can’t keep down. Lilac and crimson burst behind his eyes as they roll back. Vaguely, he can feel his cock pulse against Dew’s, balls fat and heavy as they just keep pumping. He doesn’t know how long it goes on for. How long he stays suspended in limitless euphoria. All he knows is pleasure and Dewdrop, and that’s enough to make him moan until his throat is raw. 

It’s many a moment before Aether floats back from that down to earth, quintessence having receded from his lover and settled back into his own center. Cock having squirted out all it could give, thighs having clenched and unclenched almost to the point of cramping, and arms having held Dew as close as (in)humanly possible. 

He feels a gentle wetness at his jaw, little presses of something against the sweat-dotted stubble. 

“Hmm,” Aether starts, sinking back into his body at the insistent, yet calming touch. “Dewbug . . .”

The fire ghoul gives a soft little chirp, which is paired with a flick of an ear against his shoulder. But he doesn’t answer right away, just continues to lap at Aether’s jaw like a mama cat to her kittens. 

“Crying,” he explains after a long moment. 

Aether sniffles. Blinks until the dampness at his lash line registers. “Didn’t realize,” he says with a weak chuckle. “That was so . . . intense, Dew I—”

“Don’t have to explain,” he shushes. “I felt it.” Dew snuggles closer, hissing slightly at the friction of their laps. But he settles and sighs, wrapping his arms around Aether’s middle. 

“Fuck, it was like . . .” he struggles for the words while he pets Dew’s sweaty hair. He laughs again, louder. “Like I came twice but at the same time.” 

Dew groans. “‘S like you were inside me, Aethe. Pokin’ all the right buttons.” 

The quintessence ghoul’s cock gives a half-hearted throb as he thinks about Dew’s head tipped back in ecstasy. “Satanas, I’ve never seen you like that. Felt you like that.”

“Baby, you can feel me like that aaanytime you want, unholy shit,” the fire ghoul says through a laugh. Aether can’t help but mirror his amusement, barking out a full-bellied laugh into the top of his head.

“I love you,” he says, shaking his head. He pulls Dew’s face from his neck so he can cradle it in front of his own. The fire ghoul smiles sleepily at him, purring at his touch. Aether’s heart skips a beat in his chest. He tangles his fingers in Dew’s hair as he pulls him close. 

“I love you so much,” he says against his lips. Kissing him chastely but with all the meaning he can muster.

“So sappy.” Dew smiles against his mouth and hums into another kiss, sneaking some tongue in before Aether eventually pulls away and pulls him back into an embrace. He rocks a little side to side, breathing in that sweet, post-coital scent Dew always has. Like brown sugar and rich chai underneath the salt and tang. Aether sighs contentedly. 

“Sleepy now,” he mutters, resting his cheek on the top of Dew’s head.

“Uh uh,” the fire ghoul protests, despite the yawn so clearly building up in his chest. “Sticky.”

“Think it’s your turn,” Aether teases with a pinch to his buttcheek. “If you want. Bath or just a towel is fine, too, firefly.” He’d do anything Dew wanted, but he’s simultaneously aware of the fact that if either of them attempted to stand up right now, their legs would be too jelly-like to hold them upright—and one cannot blame a ghoul for wanting to stay cuddled up to their mate, even if their stomachs are covered in spend. 

Thankfully, Dew gives him a quiet chirp and scoots down towards the end of the bed, tugging on Aether’s legs to make him stretch out. Something in his back pops, and he groans as he sinks into the blankets.

As he predicted, instead of dismounting the bed, Dew slinks back up to him and settles down between his thighs. Arms wrapping around his legs and hands tucking under the small of his back. 

“Don’t want me to feed it to you?” Aether runs a finger down his stomach where it’s streaked with white and cuts through one of the lines. Cum gathering on the tip of his fingernail. He wiggles it in front of Dew’s lips.

Dew licks it off, but then simply says: “No. Rest.” 

The quintessence ghoul rumbles appreciatively and settles further into the bed, drifting off to the sensation of Dew’s warm tongue on his skin.

[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.

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[ghcstcd]

Kiss your demons

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[st-danger]

May I humbly request some SwissDewTher, or SwissRainxDewTher? Sorry im terminally ill with “everyone gangs up on Dew and he loves it” disease.

He's easy to hold. To restrain. And maybe that's part of the satisfaction, that he's easy to manipulate and maneuver the way they see fit in the moment, and even if he struggles- it's just because he likes when the hands tighten further. He has no illusions about actually being able to get free. He doesn't always want to find himself in this position, enjoys getting a hand around Rain's throat or a hand inside Aether, but when it happens this way, all clothes and choice stripped from him, allowed only to take what they want to give... how could he complain?

He finds a way.

Arms held behind his back, wrists enveloped in Swiss's strong hands, legs spread and held by Rain and Aether, he wriggles ineffectively and shoves his hips rudely upwards. He has been touched, kissed, and caressed everywhere but where he is the reddest and most sensitive.

"C'mon," he groans. The pointless thrusts make his cock bounce, desperate for attention. "Touch it, please."

"You're a slave to this thing," Aether says, and reaches for it. Dew tenses in anticipation, and yelps when all he gets is a cruel flick on the head. Tries to jerk away protectively, but with his legs held, it affords his hips little movement. It looks funny, at least to Swiss and Rain who chuckle audibly. Dew pulls on his arms and moans again when Swiss’s grip tightens. If he's lucky, if he really tries to fight, he might get gentle bruising.

"It's really hard," Rain says, letting a hand smooth up his skinny thigh, feeling the way his quad is pulled tight from his tension.

"I'm really hard," Dew corrects. Behind him, Swiss hips hitch forward to press his erection against Dew's lower back, hot and insistent.

"It's hard," Rain says, and scrapes blunt nails across the soft skin when he pulls his hand back. "You're a toy."

Oh, Dew's going to combust one of these days.

"If I'm a toy," he grits out, and can't help from shamelessly humping the air, "then fuckin' play with me."

Aether reaches out with a single finger and Dew freezes, already for another painful flick, but what he gets is worse; a tender pad rubbing the frenulum, and his cock wagging to and fro with every shock of pleasure the motion pulls. His eyebrows are knit together, mouth hanging open while his breath comes harsher and harsher.

"Please, please, make me cum-"

"It," Swiss corrects, and Dew shudders, screwing his eyes shut again, little toes curling in. The objectification is a sick little thrill, and the way his balls go tight, nobody misses it.

"Make it cum," Dew relents, nodding, unable to look anymore. "Make my dick cum."

Rain's fingers are tweaking a nipple, an act he has no warning for with his eyes shut. He hisses, and wriggles, and feels slightly insane.

"I need it hard," Rain says, pinching and tugging so sweetly, in a way that reminds Dew horribly of the motion you'd use to milk a cow. It's nothing he can examine to closely for fear of losing it for real. "I can't sit on something limp."

"Don't worry," Aether says, and grasps him for the first time tonight, and Dew's hips stutter. Something bleeds from Aether's warm hand, something tingly, something unmistakably magick-

"Oh no," Dew says softly.

"I'll be hard as long as you need it," Aether assures him, withdrawing his hand and letting Dew shiver underneath the quintessence forced into him.

Rain is shucking his pants immediately.

Swiss nuzzles into the crook of his neck, places a soft kiss to the lobe of his ear.

"Me next," he says, and punctuates the statement with a lick up the shell of his ear. "And I'll hold him down for you after," he says to Aether.

Dew opens his eyes when he hears the cap of the bottle of slick, watches Rain reach between his legs, and listens to the sigh when he presses a long finger into his hole in one slow go.

"Get yourself ready for me, baby," Dew says, fighting the sudden urge he has to pass out.

With a wet sound, Rain fucks himself and stares right into his eyes.

"It," he murmurs. "I'm getting ready for your cock."

"We'll remind you as often as you need," Swiss says.

[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.” 

[nastylittleghouls]

Aether and Dewdrop are THOSE Ghouls during a movie night

[forlorn-crows]

@askingforthesun told me to write camgirl AU so . . . (doesn't write any actual camming, just the part where sugar daddy aether has become camgirl dew's boyfriend instead and dew is Feeling things)

“You wanna tuck in for the night? I can set up the—Dew? You okay?”

Aether pauses in the kitchen archway, looking over at him with the corner of a towel halfway jammed in his ear. Dew sniffles hard, jumping a little. Rubbing the sleeve of Aether’s borrowed (stolen) hoodie over his eye.

“Yeah, uh. Fine,” he lies. He is decidedly not fine. Staring back at him from a little basket on Aether’s fancy butcher-block island is a few packages of his favorite spicy instant ramen. Something he’s only mentioned in passing, and only consumed exactly one time in front of his boyfriend in the middle of the night. And there it is just . . . sitting there. On Aether’s counter. In Aether’s nice-ass house. Ramen that his boyfriend bought specifically for him and put out on the counter when Dew told him he wanted to come over instead of bringing Aether back to his not-shitty-but-certainly-not-as-nice-as-this-house apartment for the umpteenth time. 

God, why can’t he stop staring at it, and why does it make his chest so tight?

“Sweetheart,” Aether says softly, suddenly closer. Dew can smell his shampoo, sandalwood and citrus. His hands are damp-warm, smoothing over his shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

Dew shakes his head, willing that overwhelming feeling to evaporate along with the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. “I—” His voice breaks, and immediately he’s fed-up with himself. He curses under his breath and wipes at his face again, grumbling. “You,” he clears his throat, “you bought my favorite ramen.”

Aether hovers, unsure. “Yeah, I did.”

Dew sighs, his shoulders slumping on the forced exhale. “No one’s, um. Ever done something like that for me. Before.” Fucking shit, he’s really going to cry.

He can feel Aether let go of the breath he was holding, relaxing against him. “Oh, Dew.” His arms wrap strongly around him, holding his arms close to his body as he tucks his face into the space between his shoulder and his jaw. Solid. Gentle. Nice. 

“Wanted to. Y’know, case you got hungry,” Aether mumbles, rocking them both back and forth slowly. He’s so effortlessly soothing, too kind for his own good. Dew doesn’t deserve it, but fuck, if he isn’t thankful he’s found himself here with him. 

They’re quiet for a long moment. Dew doesn’t talk, and Aether doesn’t push him about it. Just rubs his biceps with his thumbs and presses a tiny kiss or two to the side of his face. 

Once he starts to get restless in Aether’s arms, the older man hums and gives him a squeeze. “How ‘bout I make you some?” He offers, tipping his head to actually look at him. His smile is lopsided, far too charming. “And we could watch a movie? Or you can tell me to fuck off, and you can have my big bed all to yourself?”

God fucking dammit, this man makes him feel too many things. 

He dares another glance at him from the corner of his eye, and his expectant look makes Dew bite back a smile and roll his eyes. 

“Make me two,” he attempts to pout, crossing his arms with a sniff. He bounces his leg and looks at Aether again. “Please,” he mumbles. 

“‘Course, baby boy,” he smiles, squeezing him tight and kissing him on the nose. But then, a pause. “Well, uh, you’ll have to tell me how you like to make it. I don’t wanna make it wrong. Can’t have that.”

[iamthecomet]

"I wish you would write a fic where Dewdrop is keeping Aether company during a stormy night in the infirmary and maybe helps him welcome a new life on earth"

The second I saw this one I knew I needed to write it. Sorry it took me so long. 2k (I got carried away, I'm SORRY) of Dewther fluff, and slice of life intimacy. No smut, not even a hint of it. Non-graphic scene of a sibling having a very normal and healthy birth (it's pretty glossed over, but it does happen and Dew and Aeth are in the room). Dew being good in a pinch. Dew's immaculate bedside manner (not sarcasm). Aether and Dew being so fucking in love it's sickening. This one is all sweet guys, I don't know what to tell you.

Dew hasn’t left Aether’s side since the tour ended. He stepped off the bus and glued himself to the bigger ghoul. Pressing his face into Aether’s broad chest and inhaling deep. Tucking himself under his arm and letting Aether lead him back into the Abbey. Held close. 

That was a couple weeks ago. Dew isn’t quite as physically attached as he was for the first few days–but he’s still always in sight or earshot. Dragging Aether into his bed every night, wrapping himself around him. They shower together, and if they don’t–Dew isn’t far. Sitting in the adjoining bedroom with a book. One eye on the bathroom door–cracked just enough. 

Chores haven’t started back up for the band ghouls yet. They’re on a break. So Dew takes the opportunity to follow Aether everywhere. Not that Aether minds. He’s not used to having a little shadow–but it’s kind of nice. Nice to be able to turn and talk to Dew when he wants. Nice to not spend long, endless, nights in the infirmary alone and in silence anymore. The abbey feels full again. And Dew is here, and warm, and always present.

Most nights, Dew sits himself at the nurse station while Aether makes his rounds. He fucks around on his phone, or reads a book, or flirts with whatever sibling drew the short straw and got stuck with the night shift. Aether watches him as he moves from room to room. Their eyes meeting over dimly lit hallways.  Lips quirking up as they see each other. Still here. Within touching distance. 

Tonight, Dew’s alone at the nurses desk. There’s a blizzard raging outside and Aether’s usual sibling had called in sick. Probably not really sick. Just reluctant to uncurl from a nice warm bed on a very stormy night. Aether doesn’t mind. Night shifts tend to be boring anyway. Emergencies are rare, and most of their beds now are filled with humans suffering from the flu or some resperatory thing that’s been going around. Both viruses unable to make the jump from human to ghoul, so Dew, unlike the human that was supposed to be here, is safe. His bedside manner leaves a little to be desired. But Aether doesn’t really care about that. All he needs is someone to put pills in cups and measure medicine and hand him something when he’s asked. 

Dew does all of it without complaint. He’s more squeamish than Aether. Proclaiming, without any sort of filter, that he isn’t going to empty any bedpans, Aeth. That’s fucking gross.

Aether doesn’t have the heart to tell him that there aren’t any bedpans in play right now. It’s quiet now–rounds are done. Dew’s settled in behind the nurses station with a book. Booted feet propped up on the desk, leaning just a little too far back in the chair. Aether watches him–can’t help it. Eyes drawn to the way Dew’s lips move a little as he reads, the way they always do when he’s fully engrossed. 

Aether watches the little furrow appear between his brow. He’ll smooth it away with his thumb later, when he finally gets out of here and takes Dew to bed. Pulling that overwarm body against his and pressing his cool fingers to all of the places Dew finds stuck. A clenched jaw, a creased brow, tense shoulders. 

Aether stands at the end of the infirmary hallway and watches him turn page after page. He should do something else. His job isn’t to watch Dewdrop. The abbey counts on him, needs him. His work is important. But he hasn’t been able to do this for months. And Dew has been attentive ever since he got home. Always aware, always watching–the way Aether is now. Cataloging all the little things about him that he missed. 

Dew turns the page again and looks up, meeting Aether’s eyes. Aether can’t hear his chuckle for the distance and the noise of a thousand medical machines around him but he sees it, and the eyeroll that accompanies it. 

“What?” Dew asks, loud enough to be heard but still classifying as a whisper. 

“Nothing.” 

“Doesn’t look like nothing.” 

“Can’t a guy just look?” 

He expects another smartass remark, but what he gets is a little more color on Dew’s cheeks, another eye roll. Eyes darting back down into the book to avoid really looking at Aether–to avoid having to admit that he likes it when Aether looks. 

Aether turns back to his job–spell not broken just interrupted. He stands in front of the big window that overlooks the wide back yard of the abbey and looks out as he counts pills into paper cups labeled with names and times.  The hill that slopes down to the lake. The forest at the far edge. If it was light out he’d be able to see the ridge of Mountain’s favorite greenhouse, and the maze even further off. As it is–all he sees is white. The snow falling in big fluffy flakes–faster than seems possible. Piling high on the grass. Burying the abbey under a blanket of white they won’t be free of until late spring. 

Their easy calm is broken when the infirmary door slams open. Two harried looking siblings burst in, one of them heavily pregnant. There’s sweat beading on her forehead–her habit gone, or forgotten. Auburn hair sticking to her skin in damp clumps. The other sibling holds onto her, supports her weight as best they can as they rush into the infirmary and right up to the nurses desk and a stunned Dewdrop. 

Dew puts his book down. “Uh–Aeth?” 

Aether is already there, coming up behind them to slot against the sister’s other side. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes wild and pain filled. He knows this sister–she’s been coming to him for all of her check-ups throughout her pregnancy, no issues, entirely healthy. And, Aether calculates a week early. Nothing to worry about. He puts his hand on the small of her back. 

“How far apart, Isla?”

“Five minutes just like you said,” Isla winces as another contraction hits and she bares down on the nurses station. Dew looks ready to flee. Eyes darting between Aether and the two siblings. 

“Good,” Aether says, calm, low. He pulls Isla and her friend away from the nurses desk and leads them into a room just off of it–empty and freshly cleaned. He gives Isla instructions to change into a hospital gown, and leaves her in her friend’s capable hands while he darts back into the main lobby. Dew’s got his book in his hand again–and his coat slung over his arm. 

“I’ll be in my room when you’re done–”

“I need your help,” Aether says without argument. Gathering things he needs from the nurses station by the arm full. He’s delivered plenty of babies alone–but it’s ill advised. And Dew is right here–he’s not getting out of this. 

“Oh hell no, this is way above my pay grade.” 

“There is no pay grade. Put on some gloves and help me,” Aether pauses, fully looks at Dew. There’s fear in his dilated pupils, in the rushed shallow breaths expanding his chest. Aether pins him with his gaze–allows himself this moment. “Please.” 

Dew sighs, he grimaces. Uncomfortable but unable to say no to Aether–not when he really does need him. He tosses his book down on the desk. “Promise I’m not going to like, accidentally kill a baby or something?” 

“You will not be going anywhere near any babies.” Aether promises, and Dew groans, but snaps on a pair of gloves and follows Aether into the room. Trailing behind him nervously. Isla is on the bed when they get there. Her friend, who introduces themself as Rae, standing up by her head. Their hand carding over Isla’s forehead, brushing sweaty hair away from her temples. Their fingers are laced together. 

Aether talks them through everything he does. Every touch, every movement. It’s as for Isla and Rae as it is for Dew who is still radiationg panic despite having pulled himself together enough that the humans in the room don’t notice. 

Dew, contrary to his own beliefs about hismelf, is good under pressure. Aether won’t tell him this–not yet anyway–but there is no one else he’d rather have with him. Not even the siblings who have training are as level-headed as he is when he needs to be. 

When Aether asks for something, it’s in his hand before the word is all the way out of his mouth. Dew’s warm fingers brushing his. 

As most birth’s go–it’s an arduous process. The snow piles up outside. Isla’s contractions get closer and closer together. Hours pass. Dew gets his shit together. He follows Aether’s orders. Not nearly as squeamish as he pretends to be. Keeping a close eye on Isla’s process as Aether flits around for IV’s and blood pressure machines, and a thousand other things. 

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Isla says late in the game–minutes before Aether is going to tell her to start pushing. He’s exhausted his back hurts. Rae consoles her, pets her hair and tells her that of course she can. She shakes her head, vehement. 

“No. I can’t. I can’t be a mom. What am I doing?” 

Aether opens his mouth, not sure what’s going to come out, trying to find the right words despite his exhaustion. Dew places a warm hand on Isla’s knee and cuts him off. 

“Sure you can,” Dew says, soft, sure. “You’re doing this. This is fucking brutal. Being a mom can’t be worse than this.” 

And though Aether knows that isn’t true–Dew probably does too–it seems to take some of the edge off. Maybe just from the surprise of Dew actually butting in. But Isla looks at him, pain morphing her face, she laughs, bitter and relieved at the same time. 

“Yeah. This does suck a lot.” 

“See,” Dew squeezes her knee. “Just a few more minutes and this part will be over and then it’s the good part. You’ve got this. No backing out now.” 

Aether doesn’t know where those words come from. Dew who hates all children–ghoul and human alike. Who a few hours ago was about to tuck tail and run–to be out of Aether’s sight line for the first time in weeks just because this was about to happen near him. Saying shit like this? Encouragement? Enthusiasm. 

Determination settles over Isla’s face, she nods at Dew once. Sharp. And then turns her eyes to Aether. “I’m ready to get to the good part.” 

It’s quick after that. And before long Aether is handing Isla a screaming baby. It’s another hour before he can take a small break. The baby cleaned and swaddled, snuggled up with it’s mother. Rae resting fitfully in the chair while Isla stares at her baby. Aether leaves them to it and walks out into the lobby to find the sun rising. Pink hues casting over the floor. Blizzard over. The world outside the windows snow bright and fresh. He finds Dew at the nurses station, book in hand again, nose firmly in it. Brow creased. 

Aether kisses him right between where his horns would be and Dew looks up and over at him. Looking exhausted. Eyes fighting to stay open.

 “Hey,” he rasps, saving his place in the book and setting it on the desk. Aether brushes an errand strand of hair behind Dew’s ear. 

“Go back to your room. I’ll meet you there as soon as I switch with Omega.” 

Dew shakes his head. He leans his head against Aether’s bicep. “I’m good. I’ll wait.” 

“You’re going to have to detach from me at some point you know?” 

“Yeah. But not yet,” Dew shrugs. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” 

“Leech.” 

“Mmhm,” Dew nods. Eyes fluttering as he leans into Aether’s body. They’re quiet for a moment, the quiet only broken by a ragged cough from a room down the hall. 

“Thanks for staying–for helping,” Aether says softly. “I know that isn’t your thing but you really–”

“It wasn’t that bad.” 

“You going to tell me where all that sappy shit in there came from?” Aether teases, then sobers. “You were incredible, really.” 

Dew tips his head and opens his eyes, looking up at Aether with adoration that threatens to knock the breath from his lungs. He shrugs. “I mean. Just kind of thought of it like tour. Get the hard part over with. Get to the good part.” 

“This is the good part?” Aether cocks an eyebrow.  “You’re the good part.”

[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

[ghcstcd]

@miasmaghoul Yeah, I am thinking about them sleeping like this.