#TRANSMASC AETHER

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Transmasc Aether who rarely binds and regularly goes shirtless. Saggy hairy tits out for the world to see. Absolute slut who wears shirts half unbuttoned to show off the inner sideboob.

[miasmaghoul]

Heat of the Moment

Rating: E

Pairing: Ifrit/Aether

Word Count: 2.7k

Contains: transmasc Aether (use of cunt/clit/cock and tits for his anatomy), heat/rut cycles, masturbation, rough sex, biting/marking, multiple orgasms, knotting, heavy breeding/impregnation kink and mostly implied quintessence fuckery.

Ifrit has a problem.

He'd woken with a sharp gasp, had rolled out of bed sweaty, tense all over and so hard his sleep pants threatened to split at the seams. Still sleep heavy and dazed but filled with an urgency he would know anywhere, three humps against his palm was all it had taken for him to spill with a rough grunt. He'd watched the stain soak into his pants with barely cracked eyes, groaning deep in his chest. He'd given his smooth sack a nice squeeze, still-hard cock throbbing, and with a deep sigh Ifrit had pulled it out over his waistband. 

The beginnings of swelling at the base told him everything he needed to know. 

Read it below, or on AO3!

Ifrit has a problem.

He'd woken with a sharp gasp, had rolled out of bed sweaty, tense all over and so hard his sleep pants threatened to split at the seams. Still sleep heavy and dazed but filled with an urgency he would know anywhere, three humps against his palm was all it had taken for him to spill with a rough grunt. He'd watched the stain soak into his pants with barely cracked eyes, groaning deep in his chest. He'd given his smooth sack a nice squeeze, still-hard cock throbbing, and with a deep sigh Ifrit had pulled it out over his waistband. 

The beginnings of swelling at the base told him everything he needed to know. 

It's been just over an hour since then, and he's made it as far as the shower. The water's long since gone cold, raising goosebumps as it trails over his skin, but Ifrit doesn't care. He's burning from the inside out, leaning heavy against the tiled wall and panting through grit teeth. Tugging at himself with both hands, pausing only long enough to squeeze the burgeoning bulb of his knot. Ifrit's hips move in mindless ruts as he chases the white rabbit that is his orgasm; it's the fourth one so far, each one harder to reach than the last, and he hunches as his stomach clenches. So much pressure built up inside, hot claws dug deep into his guts, he's already close to rubbing himself raw. Ifrit hisses as he polishes the head, and finally, finally feels the dam start to give.

The images flying through his brain make little sense, bright bursts of skin and sweat and the glorious sound of flesh meeting flesh. Every orgasm clears some of the haze, brings him closer to discovering what, exactly, his rut wants this time around, but Ifrit can never be sure just how many it'll take.

“Fuck, c'mon, fuck,” he rasps, voice lost in the rush of the water. He grips himself tight and fucks his fists, eyes clamped shut and mind racing. His heats are always frantic, always demanding, but Ifrit knows the load he's about to blow won't fix that. There's only one thing that will, and all he can do is hope that this release is the one that brings him the clarity he so desperately needs.

“Oh shit.” 

Ifrit gasps, head lolling forward as his balls draw up. He clenches his jaw so hard it cracks, toes curling against the tile, and with a drawn out groan everything goes white.

As he shoots all over the shower door, thighs twitching, a truly divine image burns itself into his addled mind. One of plush thighs, kiss-bitten lips and a decidedly round belly.

“Aether.”

Ifrit has a problem, and now he knows just how to fix it. 

He barely dries off, just towels his shaggy hair with shaking hands and stumbles to his closest while he has the presence of mind to dress himself. It won't last long, he knows from experience, but he manages to throw on a tank top (backwards) and a pair of basketball shorts from his workout shelf before the itch settles in again. Ifrit tucks his aching length up against his stomach, and cannot possibly be bothered to check if the shorts hide the ridiculous bulge he's sporting. 

The walk to Aether's room isn't one he remembers, but the next thing Ifrit knows he's pounding on a door that certainly isn't his own. He can smell his prize straight through the wood, stronger than usual, and Ifrit thinks if he has to wait a second longer to get what he wants then he'll just break the fucking thing down and take it.

The lock tumbles, the hinges creak, and the only reason Ifrit doesn't storm right in is because of the hand that grips his tank.

“Finally,” Aether growls, dragging him bodily inside. Ifrit trips over something unseen, catches himself on a bed post. “What the fuck took you so long?” 

The tone of it, the ferocity, slaps a little sense back into Ifrit's rut-dumb mind. He fixes Aether with a scowl, chest heaving, and finds the other ghoul looking as crazed as he feels. He's sweaty, the hair coating his chest and belly matted with it, every inch of his very much naked body flushed and quivering. Ifrit's gaze catches between his legs, hones in on the throbbing, ruddy length of his fat little cock and the glistening slick already coating his thighs. His nostrils flare, soaking in Aether's scent, and somehow it smells like - 

“I said,” Aether snaps, licking his lips, “what the fuck took you -”

Ifrit snarls, crosses the distance between them and pins Aether to the door before he can finish, crushing their mouths together in what can only technically be called a kiss. It's brutal, sharp and starved and wholly desperate. Aether moans into it anyway, digging his claws into Ifrit's biceps and drawing out a hiss. He bites Aether's lip in retaliation, getting a handful of his hair and yanking his head away. They're both panting, and the sight of Aether licking the blood from his lip makes Ifrit feel more than a little insane. 

“You're in heat,” he manages to bite out, shoving his face into the crook of Aether's neck and sucking down his intoxicating scent. It's sweet but bitter, sharp but smooth - too good to be true. “How are you -”

“Your fault,” Aether spits, getting both hands on Ifrit's broad chest and shoving him away, forcing him to stumble back to the bed. Aether gets a hand on his throat and pushes him to the mattress, straddling his waist and giving Ifrit a nice eyeful of his dripping cunt in the process. “Could smell your rut coming last night,” he rasps, grabbing the collar of Ifrit's shirt and tearing it straight down the middle. “You set me off.” 

Ifrit doesn't know what that means, nor does he have the presence of mind to care. Especially not when Aether grips his pecs, rocking his hips just enough to drag his stubby clit over Ifrit's abs. The shiny trail he leaves behind makes Ifrit's vision tunnel, and he reaches up to grope Aether's chest. It's fuller than usual, his tits firm and obviously tender judging by Aether's gasp and they way he shudders when Ifrit tweaks his puffy nipples.

“Fuck, If,” he breathes, shuffling back just enough to grind against Ifrit's clothed cock. The heat of him is maddening, and Ifrit's eyes cross. “Need it in me, need you to -”

He doesn't have the chance to finish before Ifrit knocks him off balance, and in a flash Aether's pinned to the mattress with his ass in the air. Ifrit keeps him there with one hand on the back of his neck, the other shoving down his own shorts.

“Shut the fuck up.” Ifrit swears to himself when he finally gets a hand on his cock, the thing now gone angry red and leaking all over. “I'll decide what you need.”

Aether does not argue. Instead, he works himself into a deep arch, watching Ifrit over his shoulder and huffing into the sheets. He reaches back to spread himself open, needy cunt winking and already begging to be filled. Ifrit growls as he grips himself, dragging the head through Aether's slippery folds. The wet sound of it fills the room, makes him dizzy, and the punched out sound Aether makes when he lines up only makes it worse. 

“Kiss it,” Ifrit demands. The other ghoul makes a fascinating sound, something between a moan and a whimper, and when he feels Aether's entrance clench against his tip his eyes roll. “Good boy.” 

He pushes in without another word, gripping Aether's soft hips as he splits him open. Aether howls through it, grabbing at his own hair and babbling nonsense with every thick inch that stretches him. They're both gasping by the time the swell of his knot meets Aether's cunt, his thighs trembling and Ifrit's stomach flexing. Despite the torturous pressure between his legs, Ifrit leans down and rests his forehead between Aether's sweaty shoulder blades. Gives them both a moment to adjust.

Aether doesn't give him the chance, clamping down around him and sucking air through his fangs at the sting it provides. 

“Don't make me wait any more,” he slurs into the bed, reaching back to grab at Ifrit's thighs. “Give it to me, you have to -”

Ifrit sinks his fangs into Aether's shoulder, into a spot already scarred with past marks, and Aether goes limp beneath him. 

“I know what you need,” Ifrit rumbles, licking at the new punctures. He drags his tongue over scalding skin, up Aether's throat and dipping it into his pointed ear. Aether makes a gurgling sound, and Ifrit throbs. He pushes himself upright, pulls out until just the head sits inside, and braces himself with one foot on the mattress. “But you're not gettin’ it until I say so.”

He slams back in all at once, knocks the air out of the ghoul before him, and doesn't hesitate to start up a rhythm of deep, driving thrusts. Doesn't so much as pause when Aether tenses around him, shuddering and moaning almost immediately through the first of who knows how many orgasms Ifrit will wring out of him. It's mindless, animalistic and urgent on both of their parts. Feral in a way Ifrit has never experienced - he knows how this will end, what his bestial nature demands, and every time his fat knot meets Aether's wicked body he feels one specific urge grow. 

On instinct, Ifrit's hands move from Aether's hips. Sliding forward to clutch the soft swell of his stomach - massaging, kneading, like he's trying to feel himself deep inside. The same image that had flashed through his mind in the shower resurfaces, clear as day, and Ifrit pauses on a forward thrust to grind his knot in just a little deeper. He barely notices Aether wailing through another release, despite the flood of slick that drips down his balls and pools on the sheets, too caught up in his single minded need to -

“Gonna look so good,” he grunts, broad palms settling low on Aether's belly. “Fuck, you're gonna look amazing all stuffed full.”

Aether chokes out something like a curse, pained and pitchy, but he untangles a hand from the blanket anyway. Shoves it between his legs, past Ifrit's groping hands, to rub at his most assuredly sore little cock. Shaking fingers graze the underside of his knot and Ifrit's knees quake.

“Say it,” Aether begs, voice thin. “Say...s-say you'll - oh shit, fuck, cumming!” 

He buries his face in the sheets as he falls apart yet again, sloppy cunt working to pull more of Ifrit inside him. Craving the stretch of his knot, the impossible fullness that will come with it. Ifrit cants his hips, biting the inside of his cheek and pressing harder on Aether’s belly. He knows just what the other ghoul needs to hear.

“Gonna fill you up,” he huffs, the urgency inside building to fever pitch. “Right here,” he digs his fingertips in deep, and Aether lets out a pleasured sob. 

“Please,” he just barely manages, voice cracking as he tries to shove himself back onto the knot he yearns for. Halfway inside now, Ifrit's whole body twitches, and he knows he's reached his limit.

He drapes himself over Aether's back, jabbing at that one spot deep inside that makes the other ghoul shake and drool, and breathes hot against his ear.

“Gonna knock you up,” he snarls, and Aether gets so much tighter. Ifrit's balls draw up close, heavy and full and in dire need of emptying. “Gonna give you every last one of my pups, fuck -”

It's impossible and he knows it, a delusional desire that manages to drive away every ounce of reason and replaces it with a dull buzzing that sounds an awful lot like take, take, take. Ifrit humps away like an eager dog, pushing in deeper and deeper, scrabbling at Aether's sides. He can feel the rush of his rut reaching its crescendo, the highest high, blinding pleasure that promises to leave him as wrecked as the ghoul beneath him.

“Tell me what you need,” he orders, thrusts going stilted and erratic, and Aether's stubble scratches his cheek when he turns his head. The nonstop clenching of his slick walls would be enough all on its own, but Ifrit can't help himself. “Tell me, tell me.”

“Make me a mommy,” Aether whimpers, and with a distant roar and a slick pop Ifrit's world goes dark.

— — —

It's ages before he comes back to himself, the room gone still and silent save for some gentle, even breathing. He doesn't recall moving, but they're on their sides now. Ifrit's spooned up against Aether's back with one arm slung around his waist - Aether's holding his hand, he realizes in a delayed sort of way, and Ifrit can't help his soft chuff of delight. He hums to himself, nuzzling the back of Aether's neck and pressing a kiss to his damp hairline. 

“I know you're awake, big guy,” he coos, tracking more little kisses over to the already bruising bite mark he'd left earlier. “You're not snoring.”

Aether lets out an exaggerated honk-shoo and Ifrit snorts. It quickly morphs into a hiss when Aether wiggles against him, tugging at the place where they're still tied together. Ifrit presses his face into the juncture of his throat, and Aether starts to purr.

“That was wild,” Ifrit rasps. His throat feels so raw, voice strained, and he wonders what noise he made to cause it. Maybe Aether will pour the memory into his head later if he asks nicely. He props his chin on the other ghoul's shoulder. “How're you feelin’?”

A vague gurgling sound is the answer he gets, and Ifrit takes that as a good sign. He lets the silence blanket them once more, until Aether brings the hand on his stomach to his lips. He kisses Ifrit's knuckles one by one, lacing their fingers together and sighing happily.  

“I'm so glad it worked,” he mumbles, a certain sleepy giddiness in his voice. Ifrit raises a eyebrow where he can't see it. 

“Huh? What worked?” 

“Omega's heat trick,” Aether replies, tracing a vein in Ifrit's hand with his thumb. “I didn't think it would.”

Ifrit frowns at the back of his head, but doesn't move more than that. His knot will take ages to go down, and dislodging it now would suck for both of them. 

“Trick?” Aether nods. “What trick?”

The quiet laugh the other ghoul lets out does funny things to Ifrit's insides. Like a chill, but in his blood.

“You think it was your idea to breed me?”

Aether squeezes his hand, and all of a sudden the image that had haunted him since the shower flashes through his mind; Aether on his back, legs held up and open, his wrecked hole leaking and belly already swollen as he begs for another litter. 

It's gone in a blink, and Ifrit gawps at the back of his head. Aether yawns, holding Ifrit's hand against his belly again and giving his knot a squeeze that makes Ifrit yip. He can feel some of his cum slip out around it, and the thought of Aether being so full he's overflowing makes his head spin. He grips tighter around Aether's soft middle, and if he didn't know better Ifrit would swear he's gotten a little bigger.

“How…what…” 

“Sometimes a goodnight kiss isn't just a goodnight kiss.” 

Aether says it in a playful tone, and Ifrit isn't mentally present enough to do more than stare at him. The gears in his head chug along, and the memory of soft lips pressed to his temple the night before floats through his mind. It had come with a faint tingly sensation, one that he'd written off as something like static.

That same tingly feeling flows into his palm now, creeping up his arm to wrap around his brainstem, and Ifrit as feels his eyelids droop Aether laughs.  

“Now let me rest,” he mumbles, hunkering down into his pillow. “I've got pups to grow.”

Ifrit's out like a light before he can respond, but even in sleep his cock pulses. 

[forlorn-crows]

i crown thee ceo of ghoul pussy also could we get anything on aether's

via this is a high title to uphold, im honored /lh

and oh, aether? oh, you don't want to get me started on aether

first, let me recommend my top trans aether fic, Share Your Mouth(ful)

i also have this ficlet, this one, this one, this one, and this onnneeee.

first of all. he's big. fat. you know boy's got a chode whether he's trans or not. if he's hard, you can see it through his pants. def likes to fuck w/it. and obviously, he's fat all over (and hi, the aether titties???), so that means nice fat, plush vulva too. fuzzy. loves having just everything sucked on. loves to have his partner put his cock in their mouth and hold it there so they both can feel it throb. is one of those cunt-havers that can sort of ejaculate a milky-white slick when you've really got him going.

obviously it never matters to me what aether's got going on. he's our big loveable quint ghoul and that's what i love most about him.

but i will be crazy about trans aether. i will be insane about his little dick. and i will want it in my mouth. it's just facts. ask anyone i talk to on a regular basis and they'll tell you as soon as you mention it i disintegrate.

[everybodyshusband]

i am the one, lascivious

aether/sunshine (the band ghost)

explicit | m/f | 2k | transmasc aether, transfem sunshine, THEY'RE T4T BABYYYY, oral sex, vaginal fingering, body worship, thighs, porn without plot, porn with feelings

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !!

“Sunnyyyy!” He dragged out her name. “Why’d you stop?”

Sunshine had to bite back a smile at how cute he looked when he was annoyed. His expression twisted into one of petulance as he lay on his back, legs bent with his feet planted steadily on the mattress on either side of her. His arms rested behind his head, providing him with a pillow every time his head fell back from the pleasure of it all. She sat back on her knees, wanting to take in the gorgeous sight of the quintessence ghoul spread out before her and, fuck, was that a good decision. From higher up, she could see the way his eyebrows furrowed and the way his lips turned down into a pout; giving him an adorably confused expression on top of his previous annoyance. She could see just how much his chest was heaving; the way his breaths were shaking with every exhale. She noted the rosy blush spreading from his cheeks all the way down his chest, disappearing under the cream fabric of his chest binder.

“You need to take this off, love?” Sunshine gestured to Aether’s binder.

He shook his head. “I’m good. It’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He nodded, smiling up at her. “Okay. But let me know if that changes, alright? I don’t want you getting hurt, Aeth.”

“Of course.”

“Perfect. I’ll get back to work, then.” She said, relishing in the way Aether’s face lit up, not unlike an excitable puppy. “Do you want my fingers too? Do you want to cum on my fingers before you cum on my clit, love?”

“Yes! Please, Sunny. I wanna cum.” He drew out the last few syllables, making her chuckle softly.

“Patience, Aeth.”

She ran her hand up his sides and arms until she reached his head, her eyes scanning over his body, worshipping it with her sight. She reached a hand out to touch his hair; messy from her previous ministrations and their run through the windy courtyard from Mass to Aether’s room. She ran her fingers through it—making sure not to catch them on any knots—before trailing her hands down his face, dragging her nails gently across his stubble and walking her fingers down and around the area of chest hair that wasn’t covered by Aether’s binder. She moved her hands to his stomach and sides, ghosting reverently over his deliciously soft skin, leaning down to press a kiss to his happy trail and delighting in the slight shudder it elicited from the ghoul above her. She kissed her way down his happy trail until she reached his cock (which she also pressed a kiss too, resulting in a gorgeous moan from Aether) where she skirted around his throbbing—and dripping— cunt, instead choosing to make a beeline for his thighs. Fuck , did she love his thighs. She made sure to tell him as such.

“You do?” He asked, equal parts hopeful and hesitant, almost like he wanted to believe her, but wasn’t quite sure if she was being serious or not.

“Of course I do!” She reassured him, still trailing her hands all over them—taking extra care to brush over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs—and dusting her lips over them with open-mouthed kisses. “I love how they clench against me when I suck you off and lick at that pretty cunt of yours. I love feeling them slap against me when you ride me. Sathanas , I love hearing it too.” She started sucking bruises into the pale skin on the inside of his thighs in between sentences, watching in awe as the marks blossomed and darkened almost immediately after she made them. “I love the way they feel slamming against me when you fuck into me with that strap-on you steal from Cirrus. Shit, I could go on about them forever, Aeth. They’re gorgeous. You’re gorgeous.” Sunshine looked up from where she’d been leaving her gentle bruises to find Aether hiding his face in his hands; his deep crimson blush extremely prominent even half-obscured by his hands.

“‘M not gorgeous.” Aether sounding this flustered and embarrassed shouldn’t be this hot, but Sunshine can’t deny the squirt of slick her clit secretes at the tone in Aether’s voice—that perfect combination of unfathomably turned on but embarrassed by all the attention. “I’m handsome. ” And, oh , the confident way he said that as he pulled his hands away from his face shouldn’t have made her heart flutter and jump like that but, Sathanas Almighty , he was so precious like that; she couldn’t help it.

“You’re very handsome.” She reassured him, gazing up at him lovingly from her place between his thighs. “My handsome ghoul.”

Aether blushed (again) and smiled at her, an equally loving look on his face. “My beautiful ghoulette.”

read it here on ao3!

beta'd by the wonderful @spoiledleaff, i appreciate your help so much, my friend! <3

[noahl-art]

Biiiiiiig stretch Aether 🥴 (Just wanted to draw a big hairy ghoul 🫣)

Also CW: non-sexual nudity below the cut

[theo-grayson]

me, transmasc: i want short hair so i look more like a boy

these motherfuckers about to shatter my entire worldview:

[chapelofrituals]

my ghoul sexuality & prns HC !!! :evil:

Sodo: it/he , cis male , mlm

Rain: he/they/she , transmasc genderfluid bisexual pref for men , afab

Aether: it/he/she , transmasc bigender bisexual no preference, afab

Swiss: he/it , pansexual cis man

Mountain: he/him, sometimes he/they, cis male abrosexual

Phantom: they/he , transmasc afab , bisexual

Cirrus: she/her , transfem amab , omni pref for women

Cumulus: she/they , cis female , bisexual pref for women

Sunshine: she/they/it , transfem amab , sapphic

Aurora: she/it sometimes she/they , transfem amab , omni pref for women

BONUS:

Copia: he/him , doesn’t mind he/they or it , unlabeled , cis male

they’re all poly

sunshine, cirrus, cumulus and aurora are one big poly relationship

aether is dating sodo, swiss, mountain, copia and sunshine

phantom is dating aurora and mountain

rain is dating mountain

phantom and aether are brothers :3

[your-blorbos-are-queer]

aether from genshin impact is transmasculine (headcanon)

submitted by anonymous

[ugly-anarchist]

Nothing like an overconfident hypocrite psychoanalyzing my arguments in the most nonsensical way possible

Idk, maybe I'm not gonna listen to someone who spams "I'm right because I'm the only one talking" and somehow only gets an average of 4 notes a post.

Anyways, I'm replaying fallout new vegas and rewatching old anime I haven't seen in a long time. It's apparently nostalgia season.

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

When Phantom realized they'd started getting bottom growth, they rushed to show Aether and Dew (the other transmascs of the pack). They were so excited, they burst into Aether's room while he and Dew were cuddling, dropped their pants, and excitedly showed off their new dick.

Aether was so startled by being suddenly flashed that he whacked Dew across the face with one of his horns and gave him a nosebleed. Dew found the whole sequence of events hilarious.

[miasmaghoul]

Afternoon Delight

Rating: E

Pairing: Aether/Dew

Contains: a lunch date, complete with dessert. ft transmasc dew (use of cunt/clit/dick for his anatomy)

Aether sighs as his phone buzzes against his hip, tossing his pen onto the pile of papers in front of him. It's been a frantic morning in the infirmary, lots of running and putting out fires, and he'd finally had the chance to get to his charting. It's a little after 11am, almost an hour until his well-deserved lunch break, and the last thing he needs is another surprise emergency.

Thankfully, this text is a different sort of surprise.

D: come to the wing on ur lunch. got something 4 u.

He smirks at the screen, sending a quick thumbs up and sliding his phone back into his pocket. It's the third time this week he's gotten that same text from Dew, and he can't say he's upset about it. The little ghoul has been on his ass about eating better since they all got back from tour. Dew discovered that he'd been living off of protein shakes and caffeine during his shifts, and to say he wasn't happy would be an understatement. Since then, whenever their schedules allow it, Dew has been making him lunch. Now, a few times a week, Aether finds himself presented with a ridiculously elaborate meal and has the pleasure of eating it with Dew at his side. He tries not to let his mind wander as he goes back to his paperwork, stomach already rumbling in anticipation of finding out what's on the menu today.

The next 45 minutes pass in slow motion, he swears it. The second the clock hits noon he drops his pen, tosses his stethoscope on top of the stack of folders still waiting for him, and breezes out the office door. He makes it to the lobby before anyone catches him, and when the Brother behind the small intake desk waves at him Aether hold up one hand.

"I'm on lunch," he announces. "Whatever it is, leave me a note. I'll see it in an hour."

Aether strides into the hall before the man can answer, can feel him gawping at his back. If it's urgent, someone will call him. Right now he's focused only on the walk to the kitchen, finally letting himself think about what Dew might have waiting for him.

A few days ago it had been homemade pho with chicken and all the fixings, fragrant broth piled high with veggies and herbs pilfered from the greenhouse. Aether had eaten two bowls and part of a third, had gone back for the second half of his shift food drunk with his pants unbuttoned. Dew had chatted with him the whole time, munching on a bowl of grapes while Aether chowed down, face lined with both obvious amusement and something sweeter. He'd reached over to wipe a splash of broth from Aether's cheek and earned a kiss to the back of the hand for his troubles. Dew had accused him of being a sap, and Aether had not argued.

He groans when he finally reaches the door to the ghoul wing, the scent of something savory and delicious flooding his nose the second he enters. Aether floats towards the kitchen like a cartoon character smelling a freshly baked pie, rubbing his growling stomach as he rounds the corner into the common room.

"What smells so -"

Oh. There's no one here. That's a surprise, Dew has always been waiting for him at the dining table on days like this. Instead, he sees a lidded container sitting at the end of the island, a small piece of paper resting on top of it. Aether frowns as he shuffles over to it, snatching up the note bearing his name. Maybe Dew had gotten called for a last minute practice session or something. He tries not to be too disappointed as he unfolds the paper, but can't help but feel a little put out that Dew hadn't said anything. He peeks into the container, but condensation clinging to the inside of the lid obscures its contents. His attention returns to the note, and Aether's mood lifts almost instantly.

Made your favorite, it reads.

That would mean pork and veal meatballs with spinach, braised in a slightly sweet tomato sauce, served over parmesan polenta and topped with fresh ricotta. Aether can't believe he'd do all that for a lunch, of all things, but when he cracks the lid he sees he's right. It's still hot, can't have been in the container for more than a few minutes, and Aether tries not to drool down his chin while he goes back to the note.

Dessert's in your bedroom, it continues in Dew's scratchy hand. Go eat it first.

It's physically painful for Aether to shut that lid, but he manages. He tosses the note back on top of it as he turns on his heel, rushing into the hall and digging his keys out of his pocket. He can't imagine what Dew left for him, but it must be good if he'd included it in his note. Aether singles out his bedroom door key just as he turns the final corner, making a beeline to unlock the last room on the left.

Imagine his surprise to find it already cracked open. Dew must have been in a real rush, that isn't like him at all. Aether shoves his keys back into his pocket, pushes the door open, and in the center of the bed -

"Oh."

"Finally," Dew sighs, smirking, "I thought you'd never show up."

Aether can't get his mouth to close as he takes in the sight before him. Dew's in a t-shirt and socks, but that's it. Reclining against Aether's pillows, casually regal, with one hand up his shirt and the other between his spread thighs. He can see two of those long fingers working, and Aether's stomach cramps when he hears the slick sound of Dew pumping them in and out of his already flushed cunt.

The little ghoul slides them out, spreading dusky lips so Aether can get a good look at his creamy hole and plump little dick, and Aether's cock gives a mighty throb.

"Gonna have your dessert?"

Dew clenches around nothing and Aether's head spins. He stumbles towards the bed and Dew huffs out a chuckle, tugging at one of his nipples. They're stiff enough to poke through his shirt, one of Aether's favorite sights, and he licks his lips as he crawl up the mattress. He knows he's doomed when Dew raises those two fingers, stretching his slick between them as he brings them to his lips.

"I promise it's nice and sweet," he coos, tongue poking between his fangs. "You're gonna want a taste."

Dew presses those shiny digits inside with excruciating slowness, eyes rolling back at the taste as a raspy moan escapes him. It's exaggerated, a show, and Aether has to roll his hips against the blankets as he drinks it in. He's not even fully hard, not yet, but he can feel a sticky spot forming against his thigh regardless. He gets his hands around Dew's thighs as the little ghoul fingerfucks his own mouth, spreading him wide and damn near whimpering when those skinny hips rock upwards.

"Eat up, big guy," Dew lilts between pumps of his fingers, other hand slipping out from under his shirt to get a nice handful of Aether's hair. "I know you must be starving."

Dew arches off the bed when Aether dives in, lapping at his pudgy clit with too-rough strokes that he knows the little ghoul adores. A pair of sharp heels dig into his back, urging him on, and as the glorious taste of Dewdrop fills his mouth Aether has a feeling there will be a stain soaked into his khakis by the time he's done.

Dew will never let him hear the end of it, and Aether won't mind it one bit.

[forlorn-crows]

@miasmaghoul tortured me last week with visions of trans aether + pussy eating. @askingforthesun blindly chose dewther over mount/aethe for me, so here we are.

a short little smutty something about dew sucking aether's fat tdick

>:)

“That's it, just like that,” Aether praises, gripping Dew’s hair minutely tighter. Forcing his head to tip back just so, chin grazing Aether’s wet entrance each time he bobs up and down on that plump little dick. 

Aether tosses his head back with a halted fuck as the fire ghoul sucks hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Lips pushing back the hood. He forces himself to look back down—back into those glassy, half-lidded slivers of copper that gaze up at him with need. So content to suckle on him for as long as Aether likes, for as long as it takes to get him dripping and puffy and begging for Dew’s cock. 

That'll take ages today, though. Aether wants to grip his hair and drag him on and off and on and off until Dew’s crosseyed and seeking friction on the air between his feet. 

The both of them are nothing if not devoted. 

“So pretty with your lips on me,” the quint ghoul rumbles. He pulls Dew off with one hand—hot, slick mouth far too empty—and reaches down. Picking up the underside of his cock with one finger and jiggling it in front of his lips.

Dew whines. Drool falls off his tongue in a stretchy line, snapping when he opens his mouth that much wider.

“Yeah? You want it?” Aether pulls him back so his bottom lip is a hair's breadth away from his flushed clit. “Want me to give it to you?”

Dew nods, eyes never leaving Aether’s face. Another line of drool descends towards the floor like molten sugar.

Aether groans and guides it into his mouth, tapping it a few times on his taste buds before pressing his nose into his nest of hair and molding his mouth around his folds. Bucking his hips into delicious, needy warmth. 

Dew’s eyes flutter, and he sucks obediently, lips buzzing against Aether’s skin each time he pulls away. A harsh, sloppy sound that the quint ghoul can't get enough of, let alone the lovely whines huffed through his nose or the full body groans that vibrate through his core as Dew’s hands scrabble for purchase on his thighs. Sinful and lewd, indicative of how badly he (both of them, really) wants it.

“Sloppy,” Aether groans. Dew only hums in agreement, cupping his length with the flat of his tongue. His own cock twitches between his legs, wet with pre, bouncing up towards his stomach. “Keeping it nice and hard for me, aren’t you?”

Aether allows him to pull off with a pop. He looks at him with swollen lips and a crimson flush on his cheeks. “Want more of you,” he rasps, hands kneading at the front of the quint ghoul’s thighs. Slipping behind instead to grab his ass and pull him closer. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nuzzles into the apex of his thigh, looking up at him through light eyelashes. He bats them enticingly. “Want you on my face.”

Aether groans, dick kicking next to Dew’s face. “Fuck, Dewy,” he breathes, petting the side of his face. “Get that pretty nose nice and wet?”

The fire ghoul digs his nails into Aether’s ass. Breath hitching through a moan. “Yeah,” he says. “Long as you want.”

Aether smiles and purrs, thumb running along Dew’s wet lower lip and slipping inside. Again, the fire ghoul suckles without hesitation, the suction almost just as nice on his thumb as it was on his dick. 

“Get on the bed, baby boy,” he commands.

He steps back, still holding his hand out in a gentlemanly fashion, so that Dew can rise up on shaky knees and melt himself into the sheets. Positioning himself the perfect distance from the headboard for Aether to take his seat and have something to rest his arms against. The fire ghoul’s cock stands at attention as he beckons Aether with grabby hands. 

The bigger ghoul crawls over him, shuffling until his knees bracket Dew’s ears. Humming when his small hands track up his thighs and grab at his hips. Dew looks up at him with hunger, love, and desire in equal measure, and Aether’s knees just about give out right then. 

But.

He places his hands atop the headboard. Knees shifting further apart until that proud nose is close to kissing the tip. And then, just because he can, he sneaks his tail down the length of Dew’s body until the leathery end caresses right along the seam of his tight sac, pressing upwards towards the base until he wrings out a surprised gasp.

His mouth drops open with divine timing as Aether purrs:

“Open up.”

[everybodyshusband]

i'm indecisive and apparently i have polls now?!?! so.. :))

[armyghoul]

okay. well i know amongst the ghost writing fandom we've established that mountains dick is huge. but i'm thinking of dew and rain talking about how good mountains dick is, how good it feels and shit. and swiss, too confident for his own good says he'd like to see for himself. now we know swiss is a big guy, but not compared to fucking MOUNTAIN. rain and dew have a good laugh at that. and just because it's me, i bring you transmasc swiss. by the time he gets around to asking mountain, he knows they were not fucking around. imagine it takes mountains entire fucking hand just to prep swiss for his cock. swiss has already cum twice and hes telling mountain that it's too much, but mountains grinning and is all like "you asked for this" and swiss is regretting not listening to rain and dew.

[shamma-llama-ding-dong]

Recently finished my most recent Genshin Lyneyther/Aelyney fic, link to the fic on AO3 below, image is here to show title and tags!

[fagdykemuppet]

probably my final of these posts for pride month

nonbinary aether - trans aether - transmasc aether

transmasc omega - trans omega - nonbinary phoenix

xenogender sunshine - (bonus) nonbinary mary goore - (bonus) trans robochrist

please credit if used!