#i've been in a writing mood lately so... maybe yall should take advantage of that

[cowboyemeritus]

Can i request brat tamer aether pleasee 😩😩😩

why yes you can >:)

“This is for your own good.”

Thwack!

You jolt as Aether’s large, open hand makes contact with your ass. Mercifully, he’d removed his rings before starting, placing them on his bedside table, but the sting has tears pricking in your eyes nonetheless. Bent over his lap, you whimper, trying to wriggle away, but he holds you down easily.

“I’m sorry.” You’re really not, but it’s so much more fun when you play your part like this.

Aether shakes his head. “Sorry’s not good enough, love. You know better than to distract the boys while they’re trying to practice.” His hand comes down again, and, not expecting it, you yelp. “Damn near ruined rehearsal, you did.”

“It’s not my fault Dew can’t keep it in his pants.” You can still feel his (and Swiss’, and Phantom’s) cum leaking out of you. “If they didn’t want to be distracted, they wouldn’t have invited me to come wa-“ Another spank, this one harder than the last two. You cry out, the pain going straight to your center. He always makes it hurt so, so good.

The large ghoul huffs out an incredulous laugh. “Making excuses now, are we?” He strokes the welt forming on your buttock with his thumb, admiring his handiwork. “I thought I taught you better than that.” This time he goes for the other cheek. There can be no way for you to sit comfortably after what you’ve done. You moan, a tear finally spilling over. “What number was that? Have you been counting like I asked you to?”

You nod, sniffling. “It was five.”

He scoffs. “And now you lie to me! What’s gotten into you?” Two strikes come in rapid succession, and a sob wrenches itself out of you.

“’S not fair!” Not that you mind. “You’re punishing me for something that’s not my fault!” This time, Aether growls.

“I can’t believe you.” He grabs at your ass hard enough that the tips of his claws dig into the reddened flesh a little. With his other hand, the ghoul pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’re starting over. Count out loud, since you can’t be trusted anymore.” In your periphery, you see his hand wind all the way back. When he hits you, it echoes off the walls. You let out a strangled cry, thrashing in his lap.

“One,” you gasp, ecstasy twisting your guts. Aether hums, satisfied by this.

“That’s more like it.”

He’s able to keep you in line for another nine strikes, alternating between sides. By the time you call out number ten, your ass burns, radiating heat and no doubt an angry shade of red. You’re entirely too close from this treatment alone, sobbing and moaning and loving every fucking second of it. Aether runs his palm over your tanned hide, soothing the skin with the faintest trace of quintessence. You shift your hips in the hopes of getting a little friction and he takes that as his cue to keep going, clucking his tongue.

“There,” he says. “Was that really so bad?”

“Fuck you,” you hiss, eager for his response. He’s quiet for a moment, then sighs, exasperated. 

“Up. Hands and knees. You clearly need more instruction.” He swats at you one more time when you remain still, and you yip, like you’re a little dog he’s just stepped on. “I’m not asking.” On shaky legs, you comply, Aether threading his fingers into your hair to help guide you, positioning you on the edge of the bed. He takes his sweet time unbuckling his belt, and when you hear his pants finally hit the floor, it’s hard to contain your excitement. You wiggle your reddened ass for him, looking back with a smirk as he spits into his hand and strokes his cock a few times, rolling his violet eyes at you. As he lines himself up, teasing the head against your opening, his tail snakes up your body, wrapping itself around your throat and squeezing. When he finally pushes inside you, it takes everything you have to not fall over the edge. Your back arches as he starts fucking you at a punishing pace, hips slamming into your tender backside. 

“Really, this is my fault,” he mutters, watching your face contort with rabid pleasure. “I clearly haven’t given you enough discipline.”

You laugh. "Clearly not."

In truth, no amount of discipline could ever be enough. Both of you love this little game far too much.