For @ghoul-slime and the 2025 Ghost Secret Santa! Some fluffy, Christmas themed Dewther smut for you. I haven’t actually written a ton of Ghost fic before, but I love a lot of the fanlore and how much fun the fanbase has with it. I read a ton of your Dewther fics, loved them a BUNCH, and I tried to replicate the dynamic they have in your fics, hope my interpretation isn’t too far off-base! Also feat Chicken Nugget the kitten because I love the idea of them having a kitten <3 I realized I have them both calling him their “little bug” because that’s what my partner and I call our puppy. Hope you enjoy, and I hope your holidays are wonderful!
Christmas was not exactly a recognized holiday in the Ministry. Of course it wasn’t– Christ’s Mass was the last thing any self-respecting Papa or sibling of sin or ghoul wanted to touch with a thousand foot pole. But the chintz, the trappings, the tacky commercialism of it all, candy canes and lighted trees and gingerbread houses and big, silly hats… Well, it was all terribly fun. One didn’t have to believe in the right of Christ’s dominion over the earth to enjoy a mug of eggnog and a viewing of Black Christmas.
“Kind of a silly tradition, isn’t it?” Dewdrop asked as he and Aether stared up at the little sprig of mistletoe that some mirthful Sister of Sin had pinned at the crest of a doorway.
“Stupid,” Aether snorted, reaching up to bat his claws at the white berries.
“You’re no fun,” Dew watched the firm line of his mate’s arms flex, and it made him more than a little dizzy. “Why can’t you play along, just for a minute? We’re under it…you know what we’re supposed to do now, right?”
“Like I’m gonna be told what to do by a plant.”
Dew gasped, putting on a comedic air of deep emotional hurt.
“You don’t want to kiss me?”
Aether rolled his eyes.
“If you wanted me to kiss you,” he lowered his arm, rolling one of the mistletoe’s berries between his fingers until it burst. He tossed it aside, and that hand slid slowly around the small of Dew’s back.
“All you had to do was ask.”
Dew curled his own hands around Aether’s neck, pulling him down until their lips met, soft and warm and sweet. Aether obeyed, tilting his head and bending himself to fit into Dew’s arms, molding himself into his mate’s embrace. The sound of Dew’s contented purring filled Aether’s ears.
Slowly, slowly, they parted, Dew standing on his toes and Aether still needing to bend down to meet him.
“There,” Aether cooed. “Satisfied?”
Dew’s face split with a fanged grin.
“No way.”
Aether’s laughter rang down the abby’s stone corridor.
“I should’ve expected.”
He curled a hand under Dew’s chin, pulling him back up until the smaller ghoul stretched to his absolute limit, pressing their lips back together with a newer, less chaste heat. Two pairs of claws caressed two needy bodies, Aether’s palms running along Dew’s sides, Dew’s clawtips scratching up along Aether’s spine. Dew pulled him in close, their chests flush together, close enough to nearly feel the other ghoul’s hammering heartbeat. Aether couldn’t help but moan as Dew slid his tongue over his lips, and he happily let him in without second thought. His tongue slid eagerly against Dew’s, searching, hungry, but there was something there that gave him momentary pause. There was a taste to Dew’s tongue, a sweet, boozy creaminess that bordered on saccarine. What was that. Cinnamon?
A bit of a displeased curl on his lips, like a cat that had just smelled a lemon, Aether pulled back.
“Why do you taste like eggnog?”
Dew burst out with a little snip of spritely laughter.
“I dunno–maybe it’s because I had eggnog.” He chuckled again, touching one of his claws to the corner of his mate’s scowling mouth. “Why do you hate fun?”
Aether scoffed.
”I don’t hate fun.”
That smile of Dew’s turned devilish–which was, of course, more than appropriate for a ghoul.
“Prove it.”
Well. How could Aether ignore an opener that obvious?
With a grunt and half of a laugh himself, he tightened his hold on Dew, wrapping his strong arms around his waist and hefting him easily. With Dew laughing and struggling in playful protest, he threw the smaller ghoul over his shoulder like Santa’s sack.
“I’ll show you how much I ‘hate fun’.”
The walk back to their room was thankfully brisk, Aether’s hands warm and steady on Dew’s thighs the entire time. He shouldered the door open, grateful to be back in private after agonizing seconds of denial.
A soft, chipper mewing met their ears as the door snapped shut behind them–little Chicken Nugget, their beloved rescue, perked up at his daddies’ arrival. The squeaks and mews grew louder and happier the longer the ghouls were in the room, clearly evoking even without speech the kitten’s excitement, amost as if to say: “Dad and Dad are home! Dad and Dad are home!”
Aether purred softly in response, scratching his claws lovingly just under the little kitten’s orange chin.
“Love you more n’ anything, little bug, but not right now. If I’m not inside your dad in five minutes I’m gonna go outta my mind.”
From over his shoulder, Dew mimed gagging, though he felt himself grow hotter from the inside out.
“Hey, ew, don’t talk to our kit that way!”
Dew struggled out from his happy perch in Aether’s arms to fall messily into the warm pile of their nest. He picked up Nugget and fixed Aether with a ferocious pout, pointing the kitten’s face up at him. Somehow, cat and ghoul are wearing the exact same expression.
“How could you say that around this face?”
“Because it’s the truth,” Aether was already unbuttoning his shirt, though the sight of his mate and their little bug was heart-melting enough that it temporarily distracted from the needy ache settling deep into his core. Dew gasped in mock horror and slapped a clawed hand up to cover Nugget’s innocent eyes.
Thankfully, that was all it took–Nugget knew when he was being foisted off. With another little mew, he batted affectionately at Dew’s fingers before squirming out of his hands and trotting away. There was a winter sunbeam somewhere in the room with his name on it, and his dads needed a moment alone.
Dew laughed as he leaned back into their nest, legs casually sliding open.
“Look what you did, you made out poor boy uncomfortable!”
“He’s a cat,” Aether sank to his knees before his mate, notching himself easily between the other ghoul’s thighs. “I don’t think he cares.”
“You’re a killjoy.”
“And you’re a tease,” Aether grunted in relief when he finally felt Dew’s smaller hands on his bare shoulders, welcomely pulling him in closer. That was all it ever took–Dew’s hands, Dew’s laugh, Dew’s warmth, and Aether felt himself crumble.
He needed it.
He needed more.
Aether clawed eagerly at Dew’s shirt first, casting it aside before moving on. The rest of Dewdrop’s clothes parted easily for his mate, joining in the slowly-growing pile on the floor. With a grateful, relieved moan Aether finally gave in, wolfishly descending upon his mate with a ferociously hungry need. He felt his skin come to life wherever he touched him, his lips and fingers warm as they finally lighted on Dew’s cunt.
“Oh–so wet,” he moaned, lips flush with Dew’s skin as his fingers slid easily inside. Under him, Dew twitched and he very nearly whimpered.
“Yeah, you like that, big guy?” Dew panted, growing hot and eager at Aether’s touch. “Like feeling how damn bad I want you?”
“Ugh, don’t talk like that,” Aether muttered, all too obvious from the tension in his shoulders and the way he eagerly fucked himself into Dew that the other ghoul’s playfully filthy teasing was getting him more worked up by the second.
“Why? I know you like it,” he snarked back, his grin widening as his shoulders settled into a sharp rise-and-fall with his heaving breaths. “What, are you afraid I could just talk you off? Make you cum before you’re even inside me?”
He couldn’t possibly admit it, but that was exactly what Aether was afraid of. If anyone could do it, if anyone could get him to cum without being so much as touched, like some kind of repressed, hormonal human schoolboy, it would be the tempting little minx of a ghoul laid out under him like a feast.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” he grunted, slowly stopping the rhythmic pumping of his fingers until it made Dew growl in disapproval. “But you know I don’t fold that easy.”
He felt his cock fucking throb as he pulled his fingers back, practically dripping with Dew’s arousal. Dew gasped as he swirled his fingers around his clit once, twice, a horribly teasing third time, before finally pulling away. Both ghouls moaned in tandem as Aether’s tongue snaked lewdly along his fingers.
Fuck. Fuck. Just the taste of him, just the smell…he needed it.
He needed Dew.
Dizzy with a feral kind of desire, Aether quickly bared himself, wrapping his wet fingers around his cock and pumping it with a few quick, eager movements. He could hear Dew panting, watching as his thighs twitched eagerly. His hand creeped down to hold his dripping cunt open to his mate.
“C’mon, big guy,” he gasped. “C’mon.” His other hand tightened on Aether’s shoulder, dragging him closer. “I know you want it. C’mon. C’mon, fuck me, fu–ohhhhhfuckyes!”
Aether sank into him with a growl of delight, shivering in appreciation as Dew took him right to the knot with one swift, satisfying thrust.
“That’s my fucking boy.”
He didn’t knot him, not just yet. Dew would beg for it from the start, as the needy little thing always did, but Aether knew better. He knew he needed time first, time to adjust, time to slowly, slowly open up to him before he could really take it all.
He was satisfied for now, fucking him slow and unhurried, lazily rocking his hips back against Dew’s as the smaller ghoul took him perfectly. He wanted more, of course he wanted more, he wanted to pop that knot right in and fill Dew up real good, leave him squirming and bucking on it under him until he was an overstimulated mess.
But Dew was ambitious. He was grinding against the width of his knot already, gasping and swearing and fucking himself open on his mate’s cock.
“More, more, more–” he gasped, clawed hands clutching him tight at shoulders and waist, hips thrusting up against Aether’s, desperate to force himself further, further, until his whole world was Aether, his Aether, Aether’s protective arms, Aether’s heaving breaths, Aether’s fat fucking knot. “Please, I can take it, I need it, babe, knot me, tie me up like a bow on a Christmas present…!”
Aether chuckled.
“You’re such a nerd for that human stuff,” his breath was coming in short, huffy pants as he reached back down. He pressed his thumb hard against Dew’s clit, gasping as he twitched and tightened around him. The stimulation made Dew’s jaw slack and his eyes go wide, his entire body shuddering with a barely-repressed need.
“Aether, oh, come onnnn…” he moaned, his legs locking together around his mate’s back, trapping him in place between his thighs. “Put it in, just put it in, knot me, please–”
“At least you’re polite,” Aether teased. He thrust against him just a bit harder, his face flushed and spine tense. He watched in awe as he sank further and further into his mate’s cunt, pushing him open little by little.
But he didn’t give in. He was so thick, and Dew was so tight…he liked to tease the smaller ghoul, but the last thing he wanted to do was actually hurt his beloved. Aether leaned in close, pressing his heavy, heaving chest to Dew’s and resting his forehead into the crook of his shoulder. He breathed in deep, Dew’s scent filling his lungs to bursting.
“Aether–!”
But the smaller ghoul’d had fucking enough. He’d begged, he’d pleaded, he’d teased, and Aether had still not given him what he wanted–what he needed. His thighs tightened all the more around Aether’s waist, pulling him in as close as physically possible and preparing himself to strike.
“You drive me fucking crazy!” Despite the other ghoul’s larger size, Dew flipped Aether easily onto his back in their nest, tightening his hold on his hips. Something bright and mischievous glittered in Dew’s eyes as he mounted his mate, and Aether gasped sharply as his weight settled comfortably against him.
“Ohhhh, fuck–” a breath hissed out between his fangs, and the larger ghoul clasped his hands tight against Dew’s hips. But that only lasted a second before Dew snapped his hands away, holding his wrists together in one of his hands and forcing them over his head. Aether’s eyes widened in eager surprise.
“Nuh uh,” a sharp smile crossed Dew’s face. “If you’re gonna tease me, I’m gonna dish it right back.” He raised himself up, whimpering and brows knitting together as Aether’s length drew out of his cunt, only to let out a desperate cry of relief as he slammed him right back in. Aether hissed, tensing under him, his turn to writhe and buck. Now on top, now in control, Dew took the exact pace he needed, resting his entire weight on Aether’s knot, taking more and delicious more with every thrust.
“T-that’s more like it!” he gasped raggedly, shudders running along his spine with every perfect thrust. Dominant just seconds ago, all Aether could do now was jerk and whimper as his mate’s cunt threatened to swallow him whole.
“S-still think I can’t take it?” Dew’s face split into a wanton grin as he teased himself, teased Aether, grinding down against him, the both of them as jolting with electric shocks as live wires until finally… “F-fuck! Yes, yes–t-that’s it!”
Aether’s knot finally popped in like it belonged there, swelling to the point where, past his snarling, shivering desperation, he was worried for a flash that he might just break the smaller ghoul.
He saw fucking stars. Aether came with a ferocious growl, bucking desperately as he filled his mate to absolute bursting, the both of them shuddering and swearing and absolutely feral with the overwhelming feel of the other’s body.
“Dew, Dew, Dewdewdewdew–” he moaned his name so much, so fast that the letters blended together to mush in his fanged mouth, his wrists pushing with a new desperation against their bonds. His breath came heavily as he floated back down to earth, suddenly overwhelmingly aware of every brush of Dew’s skin, feeling every perfect inch of the other ghoul against him.
“Fuck…” he gasped, eyes wide and glazed. “Fuck.”
But Dew wasn’t done, and Aether knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was as spent as the ghoul knotting him. He pressed his wrists against Dew’s palms again, asking silently to be let go…but Dew had other ideas. Still shuddering, still gasping, still staring down the barrel of his release, Dew’s ferocious grin only widened.
Now, it was Aether’s turn to beg as he slowly settled back into their nest.
“Babe, let me touch you,” he gasped, wrists jerking in Dew’s palms, but he still didn’t relent. “Let me touch your clit. Dew, please.” Still, nothing. “Dew, Dew, please…let me jack you off, anything, anything, I wanna make you cum so bad!”
“Shh…” perfectly full and so deleriously close, all Dew could do was grind and grind and grind and take it. “You will.”
Aether’s knot filled him up so fucking good, too fucking good, and thankfully it only took him a couple thrusts, a couple throbs of his mate’s knot pushing him open and it hit him with the weight of a semi-truck. Suddenly he was cumming hard, hard, hard, the intense waves of it making the edges of his vision fuzz black for a long, dizzy heartbeat.
“F-fuck, fuck, fuck…” he nearly collapsed against Aether’s broad chest with the intensity of it all, every inch of him shuddering and gasping as the feeling crashed over him, and slowly, slowly ebbed back out. He finally released his mate’s wrists, his palms bracing against his chest in a desperate attempt to stay afloat. Freed, Aether’s hands were immediately on him, cradling the back of his head, rubbing sweetly over his back, pulling him in to cuddle needily close as he rode out the wave after wave of unbridled pleasure around his knot. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride alongside it all.
His Dew always took him so fucking well.
“That’s it…” Aether purred, a deep, sweet rumbling filling his chest as he guided his mate to rest fully against him. Dew was shaking slightly as he tucked the top of his head just under Aether’s jaw, his breath coming in heavy, pleased pants. “That’s right.”
“...Woof.” Dew sighed, almost dreamily as he slowly floated down, squeezing Aether tight between his thighs. “Merry fuckin’ Christmas to me.”
“Yeah,” Aether smiled, reaching down just far enough to affectionately chuck Dew under the chin, but not enough to disturb their embrace. He chuckled softly. “Hail Santa, I guess.”
His eyes drifted shut happily to the sound of Dew’s laughter, prepared to face the long winter night content and warm in his mate’s embrace.
