Summary: Aether comes back from a late shift working the Infirmary at the Ministry and Dewdrop had been stewing in his need. What follows is Aether pushing Dewdrop past what he can take and Dewdrop letting it happen.
The infirmary’s sterile, herbal scent clung to Aether’s lavender skin like a second shadow as he pushed open the heavy oak door to his private quarters. The Ministry corridors were silent, the hour well past midnight, the only light from guttering sconces casting long, dancing shadows. His whole body ached with a deep, satisfying fatigue—the kind that came from setting bones and stitching flesh, from the constant, low hum of his quintessence knitting others back together. He shrugged out of his dark blue scrubs top, the fabric sticking slightly to the sweat at the small of his back, and let it fall to the stone floor with a soft, exhausted sigh. His boots followed with two solid thumps.
He was down to his loose black boxers, running a hand through his dishevelled white hair, when the air shifted.
A blur of pale gold and frantic motion launched from the shadowed corner of the room.
“Aether!”
The impact was solid, a warm weight slamming into his chest with enough force to make him stumble back a step, his tail lashing for balance. Thin, strong arms wrapped around his torso, and a face buried itself against the junction of his neck and shoulder, inhaling with a desperate, shuddering sound.
“Mmf. Missed you. Smell you. Need it.”
Dewdrop.
Aether’s arms came up instinctively, one hand settling between the fire ghoul’s sharp shoulder blades, the other tangling in the long, pale hair. Dewdrop was trembling, a fine, constant vibration thrumming through his lean frame. He was already in his night things—soft, thin grey pyjama bottoms and nothing else, his small, pert A-cup tits pressed flat against Aether’s bare chest. The simple black leather collar around his throat was cool against Aether’s skin.
“Long shift, pup,” Aether murmured, his voice rough with tiredness. He tipped his head, allowing Dewdrop better access. “You waited up?”
Summary: Aether comes back after a long shift and Dewdrop jerks him off till he cums and then passes out. The next morning Aether wakes up Dewdrop by eating him out.
The infirmary’s air still clung to him – that sterile, faintly antiseptic scent layered over the deeper, earthy smell of herbs and dried blood. Aether let the door swing shut behind him with a soft click, his shoulders finally sagging. The white light of the overhead bulbs felt harsh compared to the dim, warm glow of the corridor outside. He blinked, his violet eyes adjusting, the sharp focus he’d held for the last eight hours finally dissolving into a dull, exhausted haze.
His tail, usually a sleek, controlled arc, drooped behind him, the spade tip brushing the stone floor with a tired drag. Every muscle felt strung tight, wound up from hours of bending over beds, stitching cuts, mixing tinctures, holding his quintessence steady to ease someone’s pain. It buzzed under his skin now, unsettled, a restless hum that had no outlet. He’d been on for so long, and now he was just… off. Adrift.
He trudged down the hall, his boots scuffing softly. The Ministry was quiet this late. Most of the ghouls were in their quarters, the siblings in theirs. The only sounds were the distant murmur of the fountain in the courtyard and the creak of old stone settling. He passed the dark wood doors of the cardinals’ offices, the empty dining hall with its long shadows, and finally turned into the south wing.
Their door was slightly ajar. A sliver of warm, golden light spilled out, along with the faint, familiar scent of smoke and sun-warmed stone – Dewdrop. It cut through the antiseptic fog in Aether’s mind like a cleaver, sharp and immediate. His quintessence, that unsettled energy, seemed to twist toward it, seeking anchor.
He pushed the door open.
Dewdrop was sprawled on their shared bed, a large, worn mattress piled with blankets and mismatched pillows. He was leaning back against the headboard, one knee drawn up, a book propped open against it. His long, pale hair was loose, fanning over the pillows, a few singed ends curling against the fabric. The flickering light from a single candle on the bedside table danced across the warm tones of his skin, catching the faint, pale scars along his ribs. His tail, thick and powerful, was coiled loosely beside him, the sharp tip resting on the blanket.
He didn’t look up as Aether entered, but his ember-orange eyes tracked the movement from under his lashes. His focus was a tangible thing, a quiet intensity that filled the space even when he seemed relaxed.
Aether didn’t speak. He just walked over, his movements heavy with fatigue, and sank onto the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight. He let out a long, slow breath, his chest deflating. The anxious swish of his tail slowed, then stopped, settling against his leg.
Dewdrop’s gaze finally lifted from the page. He watched Aether for a moment – the way his white hair fell into his face, the shadows under his violet eyes, the slight tremor in his long fingers as he unbuttoned the top of his scrubs. The fire ghoul’s own tail gave a single, slow twitch.
“Bad day?” Dew’s voice was low, a scratch of heat against the quiet.
If you're still taking requests for mushy may, I would love nine with Aether and Phantom!
Mushy May Day 9: Clingy
Dew makes a comment on how clingy the new quintessence ghoul is to his mate. No warnings, 500 words.
thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together <3
divider by @ghuleh-recs <3
“Aeth. Psst. Aether. Aeth. Had a thought. Do you think it’s like. What’s the word. Do you think it’s like ducklings?”
Aether cracks an eye open, a rumbling, questioning noise somewhere deep in his chest. The room is dark, and Dew’s eyes glow out from the darkness on the other side of their bed. “What are you on about, Dewey?” he whispers.
Dew raises an eyebrow. He gestures with a jerk of his chin to the lump in the blankets behind Aether, a softly snoring quintessence ghoul plastered to his back. “The voidling,” Dew says like it explains everything.
“What about them?”
“Do you think it’s like a duckling? You were probably the first one they saw after summoning and you’ve gotten yourself a shadow,” Dew explains, voice low.
“You mean imprinting?”
“That’s the fucking bitch,” Dew says, snapping his fingers. They both freeze as Aeon snuffles, nosing into the nape of Aether’s neck.
“You think Aeon imprinted on me?” Aether says softly, trying to blink sleep out of his eyes.
“Mhm,” Dew hums, curling closer into Aether’s chest. He rubs his cheek against the underside of his jaw, relaxing with a soft purr.
“We’re not ducks, Dew,” Aether laughs, holding Dew closer. “Besides, if that theory held any water, you saw Mountain first. And you’re not climbing that tree right now. You’re here.”
“Yeah, because I was the first person you saw,” Dew huffs proudly.
“And you enabled me something rotten,” Aether rumbles. “Just like you’re enabling them.”
“Am not,” Dew says, settling into Aether’s arms.
“Am not what?” A sleepy voice behind them mumbles, a mismatched pair of white and violet eyes peering over Aether’s broad shoulder. “Huh?”
“Oh, there you go, we’ve woken the pup,” Aether chuffs. “Morning, bug.”
“It’s not-? It’s still dark-?”
“Past midnight, counts as morning,” Dew shrugs.
“Fair,” they say, settling down with a huff like a dog plopping into their bed. “Whatcha talkin’ about?”
“We were just talking about Dew’s theory about you imprinting on me like a bird,” Aether laughs at the way it makes Dew sputter and steam.
“What? I’m not?” Aeon cocks their head, blinking rapidly. “Dew, I’m quint, not air.”
“It’s a figure of speech, voidling,” Dew hums, not looking up from where he’s buried his face in Aether’s chest. “Was making a comment on how Aether’s found himself a second shadow since you came to join us Up Top.”
“Is it a problem?” Aeon says, tail padding against the bed. “I can go to my room, if it is.”
Aether feels more than hears Dew sigh hard. “It’s not a problem, voidling. Think it’s cute how clingy you are.”
“Aw, Dew, you think I’m cute,” Aeon teases, grinning so widely that their eyes crinkle, looking an awful lot like a smugly pleased cat.
“Watch it,” Dew snaps, but there’s no real heat to it. “Duckling.”
“Quack,” Aeon says, entirely deadpan, and Aether bursts into cackling laughter between them.
Aether and Dew enjoy an early morning to themselves with no obligations. Explicit. Contains handjobs, blowjobs, and Aether and Dew being entirely too sappy. 2.3k words.
thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together <3
divider by @ghuleh-recs <3
“Mmm, you’re still here,” a soft voice cuts through the fuzz of not quite sleep, dawn light filtering through the curtains in a soft peach glow. The body nestled in Aether’s arms stretches with a crackle of joints, warm and steady. “Thought you had to go in today.”
Aether blinks fully awake with a soft groan, taking in the sight of his mate in his arms. Dew’s copper hair’s fallen out in pieces from his braid, eyes bleary and soft, drowning in one of Aether’s own shirts. “Morning, love,” he rumbles. “Fuck, it’s early.”
“You normally get up around now,” Dew offers, sighing happily and tucking himself impossibly closer to Aether’s chest. “Thought you had work.”
Aether struggles to get his mind online, even thought the suggestion of going to the infirmary doesn’t spark panic the way it does when he’s actually late. “Shit, right, I’m technically on call, today,” he hums, ducking down to nose into Dew’s hair. He takes a deep breath, lungs flooded with campfire. Though, this early, with Dew so soft and happy against him, the scent is far closer to roasting marshmallows than it is smoke. “Don’t have to be anywhere but here, barring an emergency. Bug an’ Meg have it covered, today.”
And Dew’s scent just gets sweeter, a happy trill torn from his throat. “Perfect,” he hums, pressing closer, wrapping his tail around Aether’s ankle. “All mine.”
“All yours,” Aether agrees into the crown of Dew’s head. He only pulls back to yawn loudly, his fangs bared and glinting as his jaw. “Always yours, darling.”
“Mhm, always will be,” Dew hums, eyes shut as his breathing steadies out. Aether can’t get enough of him like this, sweet and gentle and not awake enough yet to play at piss and vinegar. And when Dew slots a narrow thigh between his own in an attempt to get even closer yet, Aether realizes he’d woken up half hard, body making itself known to him at the brush of pressure.
Dew chuckles, hand petting at Aether’s chest. “Someone’s happy to see me,” he teases softly. He presses his thigh a little closer.
Aether furrows his eyebrows, even as his hips twitch, cock filling out in his boxers. “What- what do you mean?” he whispers, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Dew’s ear. “I’m always happy to see you, Dewdrop.”
Dew leans heavily into Aether’s hand with a soft whine. He can feel the warmth of Dew’s body against him, his own dick chubbing up in response against Aether’s hip. “Not- not what I meant and you know it,” he breathes, grinding shallowly forward with little idea that he’s doing it.
“Yeah, that’s true,” Aether whispers, settling a hand at the small of Dew’s back to keep him close, to keep them so tangled that it’s hard to tell where one of them ends and the other begins. Dew melts into it, teeth catching at his bottom lip.
“Mmph, love feeling you,” Dew admits, leaning up to nose and kiss at the hinge of Aether’s jaw. Slow, languid, no real rush. “What I do to you.”
“Yeah, sweet boy?” Aether hums, nosing at the base of one of Dew’s horns. “I’m all yours, my darling. Jus’ like how you’re mine.”
Dew shudders in Aether’s arms. “Mhm, all yours,” he sighs, stealing a few lazy kisses. “My Aether. My big guy.”
“My Dewdrop,” Aether chuffs, stealing every soft sound Dew makes into his mouth as they grind. “Fuck, my droplet.”
They kiss, all slow with nowhere to be, slide of lips and tongue and teeth and barely pulling back to breathe as their hips move together at the same languid pace. Aether loses track of how long they’ve been doing it when a hand finds his shoulder, pressing until he rolls fully onto his back. Aether is physically stronger by a long shot, but he goes where Dew puts him without question every time.
Dew kicks the covers down to tangle with their legs, trilling appreciatively as he takes in the sight of his mate’s body, the way his chest rises and falls, the bulge in the front of his boxers. “Mm, look at you,” he hums, the hand on Aether’s shoulder petting over his tits, carding through the hair there before moving down over his belly, closer and closer to where Aether obviously wants him.
“Yeah?” he asks, entirely too coy. “You like it?”
“Of course I do,” Dew huffs, only a little annoyed. The tips of his fingers toy with the elastic of Aether’s boxers, and it makes his breath hitch as Dew teases him.
Aether presses his hips up, trying to invite more. Thankfully, Dew takes mercy on him, pulling Aether’s boxers down far enough to pull him out, tucking the elastic just behind his balls. He groans sweetly at the sight of him, the weight of his cock in his hand.
Dew leans in, resting his cheek on Aether’s chest to watch. “Fuck, love you,” he whispers, grinning wide as that alone makes Aether pulse against his palm. “Love that this is mine. That you’re mine.”
Aether groans, wrapping his arm around Dew’s shoulders and holding him close. “Always,” he breathes, biting at his bottom lip as Dew begins to stroke him. His hand is so warm, dipping down to squeeze gently at the base of his cock before rising and twisting his wrist at the tip, exactly the way Dew knows he likes it.
Aether’s head lolls back against the pillows, groaning up towards the ceiling as pre wells up in his slit. Each pass of Dew’s hand spreads it, easing the glide, and he tucks his face into Aether’s throat to kiss at his jumping pulse.
“Love how you feel in my hand, can barely wrap my fingers all the way around you,” he whispers, kissing wetly under Aether’s ear. “Fuck, Aeth, love making you feel good.”
“So good,” Aether moans, hips pressing up into Dew’s hand. Dew doesn’t tease, keeping his grip just as tight as Aether likes it, the smooth slide of skin on skin.
“Yeah, baby?” he purrs, hitching a leg over Aether’s thigh. He can feel the hot line of Dew’s dick pressing against the side of his hip, can feel the starts of a wet patch in his boxers, but Dew doesn’t grind or seek friction. He’s too busy letting his hand slip lower to cup his balls, fondling them with gentle fingers.
Aether’s dick kicks against his belly, heavy and ruddy at the tip. More pre smears into his happy trail, and Aether turns to catch Dew’s lips with his own. The kiss is no less languid, just a little deeper, more heat behind it as Dew pleasures him.
Dew cups Aether’s cheek with the hand not currently occupied, smoothing the pad of his thumb along his mate’s cheekbone. All he can smell is ozone and chamomile, taking great delight in making Aether unravel with the simplest of touches.
Aether’s dick throbs in his hand, and he picks up his pace just a hair. Still easy in the morning light, still gentle and slow, but he knows Aether like the back of his own hand. Knows what it feels like as Aether approaches his edge.
“I’ve got you,” Dew promises, shifting the movement of his hand to focus right at the tip of his cock, running his thumb along the slit the same way his other thumb does his cheek.
“Know- Know you do,” Aether moans, and Dew swallows the sound eagerly. Tension’s starting to wind tighter in his gut, pleasure burning brightly through the haze of the early morning. “Baby, fuck, don’t stop.”
“Never,” Dew whispers. They both can feel the way Aether’s balls begin to draw up towards his body, the way his cock stiffens impossibly further in Dew’s grip. “Aether?”
“Uh- Uh-huh? Dew?” Aether moans, breath hitching as his hips twitch, feeling the coil draw tighter and tighter.
Dew pulls back from the kiss faster than Aether can chase after him. But before Aether can whine, Dew smiles, eyes glittering. “I love you.”
Aether’s eyes go wide, and then they’re rolling back in his head as he cums with a shout. His back arches a little, cock kicking in time with his pulse as he spills. Ropes of pearly cum splatter over his belly, over Dew’s knuckles, and Dew works him through it just as he deserves.
“That’s it, come on, baby, cum for me,” he whispers, staring at Aether’s face awash with pleasure. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t dare look away for an instant. “Feel good f’r me, I love you so much, that’s it.”
Aether’s helpless to obey, moaning as it all washes over him, head filled with haze and lust and so much love. He holds onto Dew’s shoulders like a lifeline, holding his mate flush to him.
He’s not sure how long he floats, but when he finally comes back to his body, the first thing he sees is the smug look on Dew’s face, pink tongue flashing as he licks Aether’s spend from his fingers. “Fuck, baby,” he laughs, smiling dopily at him. Dew’s never looked so beautiful like this, or maybe he’s just a sap. His brain’s not online enough for him to parse that one out. But why would he want to?
“Yeah?” Dew trills, his tail wagging. As Aether becomes more aware of the world around him, he feels just how hot Dew’s running, especially where his hips press against his thigh.
“Always makin’ me feel so good, baby boy,” he rumbles, a glint in his eyes to match Dew’s. “Want me to return the favor?”
Dew grins, head lolling back for a moment before licking his lips dramatically. “Have I ever once said no to you, Aeth? Yes- oh!”
Aether cuts him off by rolling them both over easily, looming over his mate. “Your turn, then,” he whispers, kissing Dew sweetly before trailing those same kisses down Dew’s sternum, pulling his underwear down enough for Dew to kick them aside. “My beautiful Dewdrop.”
“Yours,” Dew preens, putting an arch in his back just to show off. A sunset blush spills down his face, between his pierced tits and spreading even further down. His cock is flushed the same color, a shiny little puddle of pre rapidly forming in the sharp line of his hip. The sight alone makes Aether’s mouth water.
“You got to taste me,” He hums, looking up from pressing a kiss right under Dew’s belly button, at the very start of his sparse happy trail. “What do you say to me getting to taste you?”
“Fuck, yes,” Dew hums, threading his newly clean fingers through Aether’s hair. He doesn’t push, just starting to suggest where exactly he wants him.
Aether goes where Dew wants him, pressing a kiss to each hipbone before licking a stripe up the underside of Dew’s dick just to hear him sing. Tastes the salt of his skin, the sweetness of his scent pleasantly cloying in his nose, his lungs. He coaxes Dew to hitch his narrow thighs over each shoulder, letting him lock his ankles behind his neck, before swallowing Dew down in one go.
Dew keens, fingers tightening in his hair as his back arches. Aether grins around his mouthful of cock, squeezing Dew’s hips in just as tight a grip.
“Unholy Prince below,” Dew gasps, baring the column of his throat as Aether starts to bob his head, purposeful and slow. He presses his nose into copper curls with each bob, sucking hard on the tip as he pulls back. He stares up at Dew, watching his mate writhe at the relief, pleasure making his scent sweeter by the moment.
Pre spills onto Aether’s tongue, swallowing every offering dutifully and moaning around him at the taste. Everything Dew offers, Aether takes. He lets his throat work and squeeze around Dew’s dick, savoring every grunt and gasp and whine it causes.
Aether has no intention of going any faster, enjoying this display of lust and greed. And Dew, normally more needy with Aether’s head between his legs, is content to let Aether set the pace.
“Fuck, Aeth, your mouth,” he moans, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he works. “So fucking good, jus’ like that-”
Aether nods the best he can, pressing his tongue to Dew’s slit just the way he likes, letting pre flood his mouth. His cock twitches in his mouth, and Aether swallows him down again. One of the hands holding Dew’s hip sneaks closer so Aether can press a knuckle gently just behind his balls, eyes glittering as Dew bucks hard.
“Fuck!” he cries out, hands scrabbling in his hair as he tries to pull Aether closer. Aether chuckles around him, repeating the motion, pressing against Dew’s taint to bring him just ever so closer. “Don’t fucking stop, don’t you fucking dare-”
Aether wouldn’t dare deny Dew this. He polishes Dew’s tip with his tongue, rumbling a purr around him, and his mate’s so worked up that it’s all it takes.
He spills over with a keen, pulsing on Aether’s tongue as he writhes in the covers, ankles locked behind Aether’s head and keeping him there, like Aether would ever dare to even think of pulling away until Dew’s sated. He swallows every drop Dew gives him like sacrament wine, devoted to the ghoul laid out before him like nothing else. A big hand pets Dew’s flank, his chest heaving as each aftershock hits just as hard as the first until there’s nothing left for Dew to give him.
He collapses back against the pillows, panting and eyes blown. “Aether,” he croaks, voice shot like he’d been the one sucking dick. His hands shake in Aether’s hair, starting to pull instead of push. “Aether, c’mere-”
And that’s all Aether needs to pull off, kissing the tip of Dew’s spent dick, before crawling up his mate’s body to kiss him. Kiss the taste of each other’s spend into their mouths, holding each other close, content to spend all day here in their hearth, just like this.
dewther reunion sex ft deep nasty kissing and hand holding and hair grabbing and just not being able to keep their hands off each other and when aether gets dew pinned to the mattress he slides inside with his tongue so far down dew's throat he can taste every last moan
What if Aether gifted Dew a toy that was thicker than he is before his baby boy left on tour without him....
What if Dew sends Aether pictures every night of him taking just a little bit more? What if multiple nights in a row Aether gets to watch Dew struggle to take the knot on it?
Regarding this post - I love the idea of Aether having this dark secret, possessive desire to have Dew all to himself. And what better way to do that than to have a baby with him.
Monogomy goes against their nature but oh Aether wants Dew all to himself so badly. Wants to make him his cute little ghoul wife. He wants to see Dew dressed in white and with a ring on his finger. To hear him swear himself to Aether's side for eternity. To promise that the only bed he'll visit from now on is Aether's. He'd never admit it to anybody, especially not to Dew. How badly he wants to tame him down into something sweet and devoted and motherly.
He can't stop fantasizing about getting Dew all knocked up. Seeing him fat and pregnant and helpless with how big he gets all full of Aether's babies. How Dew would need to rely on Aether to help him around the house, to take him by the hand and the small of his back and guide him from the bed to the couch day after day while they wait for the babies to be born. How the bigger he got the more he'd need Aether to do just about everything for him.
He can't shake the thoughts. Not when he sees Dew sneak off into Rain's bedroom in the dead of night. Not when he sees Swiss swat Dew on the bottom as they pass in the hallway.
They'd all know better if Dew was waddling around the ministry carrying Aether's child.
So when they're laying side by side in bed at night, sweat cooling on their bare skin, Dew exhausted from being worked so hard, so good, over and over again, Aether can't stop himself from letting his big palm rest on the taut muscle of Dew's slim little belly and imagine how it would feel instead if he were fat and swollen with something Aether put inside him. He finished inside Dew so many times that night - he can't help but wish for it to catch. Prays for a forgotten pill or a missed period. A completely innoccent accident. Oops.
Might as well keep it, he'd say. Their little miracle. Proof of their love and devotion to each other. Proof that Dew chose him over everyone else.
No, Aether would never admit it out loud. But unfortunately for him, Dew is smart. Knows him better than anyone on earth, so he catches on quick. Can tell by the way Aether's eyes glaze over whenever he places a hand on his belly, how he lets his hand linger over the location of his womb with a desperate want in his eyes.
(Now - there's no way in hell Dew is going to be having anyone's babies. But that doesn't mean they can't play around with the idea a little bit.... especially not when he knows Aether has free reign of the gyno exam supplies in the infirmary...)
Dewther medplay with dew not letting Aether go back to work afterwards
AWOO had to groan out loud after this one anon have some freaky kind of morally dubious intox medfet heart emoji x I think Aether should sexualise bones and muscles and organs more basically.
Dew doesn't quite remember how he got there, he can recognise the distinct smell and florescent lights of the infirmary but his memory is fuzzy, all he can remember was Aether giving him a brownie before his shift and him passing out on the den couch after an hour.
Aether looms over him, looking entirely different that his usual loving husband. He's cold and detached as he asks Dew's full name and date of birth, even if Dew is slurring his words. Aether poking all over Dew, speaking so coldly "This would be your fibula, the muscles supporting this area are the fibularis longus and the fibularis brevis. Can you repeat that?" Dew can barely think, opening his mouth to respond but unable to make much more noises that broken mewls.
Aether tsking, the disappointment in Aether's eyes was almost worse than being strapped down to the inspection table. He can't help but to feel stupid, trying so hard to repeat Aether's long Latin words but his thoughts are so murky and blurry he just can't get the words out. Aether sighing as he reaches for a sharpie, writing out each bone and muscle all over Dew's body.
How could Aether leave this perfect patient he was molding? a patient that wouldn't resist and wouldn't try to escape from his research? He had made sure his schedule was clear prior to starting so he could teach Dewdrop everything about his body, even if he won't remember it in a few hours as he starts to thread a long flexible tube inside Dew's cunt, knowing he'd never find out about the tiny camera attached and the hundreds of photos he would keep of Dew's most intimate insides as he tells Dew all about how his womb is perfect for breeding.
I reread your ask and I basically did NOT do what you asked but my brain is fried I'm SORRY anon I'll try again tomorrow sad cat emoji.
Omega telling Terzo he needs to come to the infirmary with a full bladder to better test his new ultrasound machine, he uses the cold gel from the ultrasound to work Terzo open since it being so cold makes Terzo clench up and he has an excuse to spend more time working him open.
Omega holding an ultrasound probe to Terzo's belly as he fucks the human with the biggest strap he owns, pressing the probe down on his bladder to make Terzo squirm and whimper and Omega not even looking down at his husband as he stares at the screen to watch Terzo's insides clench around the strap, Terzo unable to do anything but claw at the bed and whine, Omega being so cold and clinical and condescending asking why he can't keep still, he's got to lay still to get the most accurate results while his scrubs are soaked from watching Terzo's insides clench so desperately around him.
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Dewther endoscopy breeing idk how to describe medfet ?!
Aether sliding the endoscopy tube carefully inside Dew, buckling him into stirrups to make sure he can't move as he gets the perfect view of Dewdrop's cervix, his fingers trembling as he swaps out for clean rubber gloves. Aether can't help himself as he leaves to get a sperm 'sample' from elsewhere, instead going to a quiet store room and working himself over before cumming into a sterile plastic sample cup.
Dew squirming and bucking as Aether uses a syringe to deposit his sperm right against his cervix, making sure Dew's skinny hips are raised as he stares at the screen, feeling himself chub up that Dew didn't even get to cum himself before getting knocked up, unaware it was Aether's sperm, Aeth entirely neglecting the fire ghouls stiff clit in favour of watching the camera's screen.
I love misusing medical equipment I guess !! I think more people need to get off on seeing someones insides !!
Dew walking around in nothing but one of Aether's shirts
EOUGH Anon I cherish your brain this is DELIGHTFUL !!
Dew loves walking about wearing his mates clothes, loves showing off that he's claimed to the others like a more subtle claim over Aether. If he's feeling a little nasty with it he'll take Aether's shirt he's worn to sniff at his scent. It also makes him less anxious when he wears Aether's shirts/jumpers since he feels close to him.
Aether is so into it too, loves seeing how big his clothes are on Dew, loves how they fall over his wrists or too his thighs. Especially loves when it exposes his bites on Dew's thighs and neck.
Im working on that AO3 for the twitter haters (100% fair ngl) to post my spicy doodles, I promise 😭 you can check my priv insta as well its wendigo_afterdark
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