Commission for an Anon who asked for Rafayel and the Jewlery prompt with Raf giving MC jewelry featuring one of his scales. Thank you Anon, Enjoy! <3
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You grab your purse and dash out the door to the sound of Rafayel’s car horn honking cheekily outside your apartment building.
Once you exit the lobby, you can see Rafayel leaning against the side of his flashy sports car, grinning with a rather lovelorn expression as he catches sight of you.
“You look beautiful tonight, cutie,” he says, kissing your cheek as he politely opens the car door for you.
You can’t help a little nervous giggle as a flush spreads over your cheeks. “You look really nice too. Now I see why you wanted to ask what I was wearing.”
Rafayel beams and adjusts the cuffs of the shirt that’s the exact same shade as your dress. “Well, of course I have to match my Valentine’s date! It’s a special day, after all.”
He gets in the car, and pulls out onto the road heading toward the coast.
You look out the window, seeing the sun already on its way toward the horizon. This would mark the first Valentine’s Day you’d share with Rafayel since you’d entered a committed relationship. It shouldn’t really have made you nervous, but Rafayel had been sneaky the last few weeks and usually that meant he was planning something. You can’t help but wonder what it is as excited butterflies flutter in your stomach.
Rafayel takes you to an adorable little seaside café for dinner that night.
“They have the freshest seafood here—straight from the sea obviously,” he tells you as he pulls your chair out.
“It already smells amazing,” you say, smiling as Rafayel glances up upon the arrival of the waiter and instantly orders some kind of fancy wine you’ve never heard of before.
The dinner is lovely, the wine pairing excellent, but as the evening draws on, you notice Rafayel getting a little antsy, shifting in his chair, hand unconsciously fluttering to his pocket more than once.
You want to tease him, but his nervousness is catching so instead you say, “Do you want to get dessert?”
“We can get something to go.” He finally sighs and his expression softens with an edge of determination. “I…have a gift I want to give you first.”
Your stomach flutters again as he finally pulls a little velvet box out of his coat and hands it over the table to you.
Your fingers shake a little as you open it, wondering what it might be. But nothing could have prepared you for what sits inside on a little pillow of silk.
It’s a delicate locket in the shape of an intricate heart. Within the beautiful setting of rose gold sits a brilliant, almost iridescent blue centerpiece. It catches the light of the setting sun, showing off a flaming rainbow of colors. For just a moment, you think it’s some rare form of abalone, but you soon realize what you’re looking at and your breath catches.
“Rafayel! This is…”
“Yeah, cutie, of course it is,” he says softly. He stands, gently taking the locket out of your hands before moving behind you.
“But, doesn’t it hurt to pull out your scales?” you ask lamely, still shocked at the gift as you pull your hair over your shoulder for him.
He gives you a fond smile, reverently placing the necklace around your neck and clasping it as he leans over to kiss the nape of your neck. The action sends an instant, electric tingle down your spine.
“This scale, like my heart, belongs to you. There is no one else worthy of keeping a piece of my heart.”
Your fingers find the locket, as his scale catches the sinking sun’s rays. You don’t know what to say, so overflowing with love that you reach up and tilt your head back to pull him in. Rafayel’s breath exhales softly against your lips as you kiss.
“Open it,” he whispers against your mouth, pulling back only a fraction.
Your fingers barely cooperate to open the delicate clasp but when they do you find yourself slightly surprised to see it empty.
“There’s nothing in it.”
He grins at your bewildered look and takes your hands bringing your knuckles to his lips. “Exactly. So, what do you say we make some new memories to keep in it?”
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i dont want to talk about how long this took me to write lol between general life and the general malaise of not wanting to write this one was kinda tough to get out but here it is finally
a little commission for @ghoul-slime who requested a bit of dewther post tour reunion.
It sort of spiraled out of control as I started writing it and ended up being about six thousand words of smut so... yeah.
Here's a version on Ao3 if you want to read there!
Tags: Post tour reunion, smut, multiple orgasms, blow jobs, cockwarming, trans aether, squirting, p in v, dirty talk, gentle humiliation and gentle dom dewdrop
a note: aether isn't actually trans as much as it's just how quintessence ghouls are they can shift between what bits and bobs they have and aether just so happens to like having a vag most of the time. but terms used for him are cock/hole and pretty neutral for the most part if you're worried :)
ANYWAY, please enjoy, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this out <3
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Dew slips into the room—steps quiet as he gently closes the door behind him, it's nearly four in the morning and he's dead on his feet, the remaining ache from where he'd injured his foot many months ago catching up to him after weeks of hustle and go; city after city, ritual after ritual.
He was truly getting too old to do this, but the call of the stage, the call of performing had always been something strong, like a siren in the water luring him to his doom.
Carefully he drops his duffel bag by the door and kicks off his boots, the laces already half undone from where he'd hastily shoved his feet into them once the bus had pulled into the lot, not caring enough to even tie them as he filed off the bus with the others, no doubt looking rumpled and windswept as he ascended the stairs at the front stoop and into the cooler, darker halls of the church.
Coming home was always something grand for him, a weight lifted off of his shoulders. He'd shot off several text messages early into the journey, keeping his pack updated on their whereabouts, letting them know about the delays of the airport, the delay in getting back on the road to their little out-of-the-way paradise.
Don't wait up for me big guy, I know Cee's been keeping you busy.
Only if you promise I'll wake up beside you in the morning. <3
Aether's text sits unanswered beyond a heart emoji, and he'd held onto that little bit of happiness the rest of the long journey home, even when they'd hit traffic that delayed them nearly another hour. The annoyance had bubbled up inside him but he'd kept it all in and just looked down at his phone, combing through their text messages until he felt less like he was going to vibrate out of his own skin.
And now, hours later, here he is, almost back in his mate's nest, nearly stumbling as he trips over something on the floor, his hand dragging along the back of the couch for a moment to steady himself, before he decides to shed his layers—comfortable clothes, sweats and a hoodie, on his way to the bedroom.
He's stripped down to just his socks and briefs by the time he nudges the door open, feeling something settle inside him as his gaze finally lands on the bed, shoved against the far wall of the room and bathed in the light from the window nearby—and there, under the blankets with his back facing him, is Aether.
A surge of emotion takes him over and he clenches both of his hands tightly for a moment, resisting the urge to throw himself at the bed in a bid to get closer, faster—instead, he crosses the room and peels back the blankets, layers of them because Aether runs cold, before sliding under them, a low, shuddering sigh leaving his mouth as he settles on his side behind his mate, immediately curling around his back.
Aether makes a soft noise in his sleep, something low and pleased as he shifts back against Dew, cold skin against warm skin—two halves of a whole and Dew shushes him, slips an arm around his waist and settles his palm over Aether's lower stomach, just holding him, marveling at the feel of him in his arms after so long apart.
He presses his lips, light and barely there, against the back of Aether's neck, eyes fluttering shut as he lets himself finally relax, nudging the point of one of his knees between Aether's thighs, wanting to be as close as he possibly can—wishing distantly, that he could merge their beings into one, always keep Aether close to him, part of him, the other half of his soul tucked close to his heart always.
When sleep comes to him, it's a gentle lull, pulling him under as he breathes in the scent of his mate, the scent of their pack, their nest, their den all together, surrounding him as he drifts off into the best night's sleep he's gotten in months. He sleeps deeply, his body curled tightly around Aether's, his tail tangled with the other ghoul's, he doesn't move, too comfortable and relaxed to do anything but cling to Aether.
In the morning, he feels rested, still tired and his foot still aches, but when his eyes finally flutter open, he's met with Aether watching him, face half buried in the pillow his head's on, eyes soft and fond.
"Morning big guy," Dew murmurs into the quiet of the morning, realizing that they're still wrapped around each other, tucked tightly together, the warm and soft curve of Aether's stomach pressing against his, allowing him to feel every breath the other ghoul takes.
"You're here," Aether murmurs back—there's still a tiredness in his voice, but it's warm and fond as he shifts his head across the pillow to press his mouth just off center of Dew's own, mumbling something incoherent as he sits there for a moment, just a gentle press of lips against skin.
Dew's hand finds its home on Aether's lower back, keeping the bigger ghoul close to him as he luxuriates in the closeness, in the feel of Aether pressed from chest to thigh, all softness and sleep warmed skin.
"I'm here," he finally says when they part and Aether's eyes close again, a lazy smile stretched across his lips, "Busy night?" he asks softly, dragging the tip of his nose across Aether's cheek.
Aether hums softly, exhaling a soft breath against Dew's skin, "Busy week," he mumbles, sliding a hand up Dew's back, tipping his head down to rest against his collarbone, "Finally caught up with everything pretty late last night, wanted to wait up for you but couldn't keep my eyes open."
"None of that now," Dew murmurs, nosing at Aether's hairline, "We got in really late, I was too tired to do anything but get undressed and get in bed."
Aether huffs out a soft laugh into Dew's collarbone and flattens his palm against his lower back for a moment, "I can feel that," he murmurs, slowly waking up more the longer they're talking, his words slurring less, his touch getting more purposeful as he drags the pads of his fingers up the column of his spine.
"Mhm," Dew mumbles, "I bet you can," he's smiling as he speaks, worming a thigh between Aether's legs before using the momentum to roll the ghoul onto his back, straddled on his knees above him. "You gonna let me show you how much I missed you?"
There's a flush on Aether's cheeks, his eyes half lidded as he stares up at Dew, "Yeah," he says, tilting his chin up, "Think I will," he's smiling wide and happy as he speaks, settling his hands on Dew's thighs.
A grin, sharp and almost dangerous crosses Dew's face before he's leaning down to capture Aether's mouth in a kiss—something slow and thorough that has the larger ghoul squirming by the time he pulls away to press kisses along his jaw.
"Love you," the fire ghoul murmurs into his skin, working his way downward, along the line of his throat—mouthing at the dip of his collarbone, sharp teeth nipping at the sensitive stretch of skin there as Aether's blunt nails dig into his thighs.
"Baby," Aether mumbles, the word catching when Dew's tongue, hot and rough, drags over one of his nipples suddenly, a burst of pleasure shooting through his veins as he arches up into it, hand coming up to cup the back of Dew's head to hold him there at his chest. "Shit, just like that, please," he murmurs.
Dew makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat, drags the flat of his tongue over the stiff peak of Aether's nipple again before welcoming the bud into his mouth, sealing his lips around it and sucking gently, working it between his lips as he stares up at the arch of Aether's neck as he presses his head back into the pillow.
"Guh" Aether's fingers tighten in Dew's hair as teeth gently catch along the hardened bud, "More," he breathes, unable to stop himself from pulling Dew's hair when he bites down, just hard enough to hurt, a sharp sting of pain sending a molten signal of pleasure straight to his core.
Nimble fingers catch his other nipple, pinching and tugging at it and Aether swears under his breath as he pushes his chest up into the sensation, grinding his hips against Dew's thigh—a firm and taut heat against his already soaking briefs.
He's chanting, a litany of yes falling from his lips as Dew continues the sweet torture on his chest, plucking at one with teasing fingers and biting at the other with almost inhumanely sharp teeth, the sting almost too much, a fog of pleasure settling over the logical part of his brain as he crushes Dew's face harder against his chest until he can almost feel him laugh into it.
And then, all at once, the sensation stops and Aether lets out a sound that could be a sob, clutching at Dew's hair, tugging, pulling, making a distressed sound—
"Hey, hey," Dew's murmuring, pressing kisses across the curve of his pec, around the sensitive bud of his nipple, "I've got you, baby," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the peak of his other nipple before he's hoisting himself back up and drawing Aether into another kiss, something slow and sweet, murmuring something soft and happy into it, "Let me take care of you, show you how much I missed you, okay?" He asks, pulling back, stroking a thumb across Aether's cheek, "I wouldn't leave you without, would I, big guy?"
Aether huffs softly, acquiesces, shakes his head at Dew's words, "You always take care of me," he admits, a bit sheepish at how out of control he feels, "I'm not sure what's gotten into me," he says, gentling his fingers through Dew's hair, brushing his thumb over the shorter hair at his temple.
Dew grins, something salacious and teasing, "Me soon, hopefully," he teases, leaning down and nudging their noses together, "But if you're feeling out of control maybe we need to get you grounded a bit," he says a bit thoughtfully, watching the way Aether's eyelashes flutter when Dew drags the pad of his thumb across the apple of his cheek. "I've been away for so long, we need to settle you, don't we, baby?" He asks, sticky sweet and low, like a secret between the two of them.
A soft noise falls from Aether's mouth as his eyes close, lips parting, "What did you have in mind?" He asks, settling the tip of his tongue against his lower lip, waiting patiently.
Dew hums softly, "I think you already have an idea," he murmurs, pulling back a bit to stare at his mouth, his own curving into a grin, "Think you need to be taken out of your mind for a bit, let me think for you, hm? Just sit here and be a nice warm hole for me until you remember how to be good." Dew says, saccharine sweet as he cards his fingers through Aether's hair, "I know it's hard, baby. Being apart for so long. No one takes care of you like I do, so you forget."
Aether makes another noise, one like he's been wounded, his eyes opening just enough so he can stare up at Dew, the pupil of his eyes blown large.
"That's right baby," Dew coos, "Just so hard to remember what it's like being under me. Being good for me. Sometimes you just need to be put somewhere to remember." He leans over, smacks a loud kiss against the corner of Aether's lips before sliding off of him.
It takes only a few moments for him to toss a few of the pillows in the floor, fluffy things saturated in their scent, "Come on, sweet thing, down you go," he says, scooting to sit at the edge of the bed. I need you to keep me warm now."
Aether makes another noise, something both eager and pained as he pushes himself up to obey, blinking at Dew for a moment, he reaches down for a moment to adjust how his briefs sit, soaked and tight against his crotch before he eagerly climbs off the bed, situating himself on his knees on the pillows at Dew's feet.
"Yeah, now there's a sight," Dew says with a sigh, "Maybe next time we're on the road, I just take you with me, have you on the bus the whole time to keep me warm. Never be apart from you again, baby boy," he murmurs as he shoves down the front of his briefs and pulls his cock out, planting his feet on the floor and beckoning Aether closer with his other hand.
Aether moves closer, hands coming to rest on Dew's calves, and then sliding up to rest on his thighs as he scoots in close, bowing his head in as he parts his lips in anticipation, a soft sound caught in the back of his throat—eager.
Dew hisses at the first slide of lips over the head of his cock, sensitive and wet, cooler than usual, "That's it baby," he says with a gasp, "Just take me in, keep me warm," he lets out a shuddering breath when he feels the soft line of Aether's tongue mold against the hard ridge along the underside of his cock. "Fuck, your mouth feels like coming home," he praises, settling a hand on top of Aether's head.
Aether peers up at Dew, eyes half lidded, mouth stretched around his cock, a relaxed and content slope to his shoulders as he kneels between his legs, squeezing once, and then twice more at Dew's thighs before letting his eyes slip shut.
"Good boy," Dew murmurs, petting through Aether's hair for a moment before cupping both hands at the hinge of Aether's jaw, "Just like that, beauty," he praises softly, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "This is exactly what you needed, wasn't it? Just needed to be brought back down. You've been working so hard. We've been apart for so long," his words trail off into a soft groan as he drags a thumb along the bulge in the side of Aether's cheek, "Just needed to not think for a bit, let your brain shut off for a bit cause you know I'll always take good care of you." He murmurs the words, so reverent, so sweet, like it's a secret only between the two of them. "I'll always know what you need, no matter how long we're apart. Isn't that right, sweet thing?" he asks, and the question's rhetorical, he doesn't expect an answer, but Aether's eyes flutter open anyway and he peers up at Dew with a cockdrunk look in his eye as he relaxes his jaw and takes him deeper, settling in between the apex of Dew's thighs, nose buried in the wiry hair at the base of his cock with a pleased little hum.
Dew groans softly as he feels Aether swallow once around him before relaxing his throat and just staying there, keeping him warm, "Good boy," he breathes out, petting Aether's cheek, "Stay right there for a bit, just let your pretty little head empty out. I'll take care of everything else."
He does—let his mind empty, wander, settle on the weight of Dew's cock, the stretch of it in his mouth, the hard ridge against the softness of his tongue, the heat of it—surrounding him and settling into his senses until all that's left is the thought of being good and only good for Dew. Keeping his mouth full and his brain empty, his hands resting on the backs of Dew's calves as Dew's cock pulses against his tongue; precome steadily leaking into his mouth, filling his senses with the salty taste, sharp and overwhelming on his tongue.
Saliva fills his mouth, leaks from the corners of his lips and Dew just coos softly, murmurs something about being too sweet to know he's making such a mess as a thumb comes up to wipe it away and Aether doesn't worry much about it then, just hums softly in thanks and lets his mind settle again at the weight of Dew, the twitch of his cock and the way he fits so perfectly in his mouth as if he were made by Satan himself for this very thing.
He's settled, he thinks, the chaotic energy in his mind—the same energy that had made him so desperate is nowhere to be found now, here, kneeling on the floor between Dew's thighs, because he knows that Dew is back and that he will take care of him now.
No more nights alone or with pack trying to fill the void left behind while his mate is on tour.
A new sort of heat settles in his belly then, one that craves only the sating touch of his mate, the heft of the cock in his mouth—he forces his eyes open again, stares up at Dew, at the half-smirk tugging at the corner of the fire ghoul's lips.
"Are you back with me now, baby?" he drawls, dragging his fingers through Aether's hair, nails catching against his scalp oh so pleasantly, "No more intense desperation, right?"
He hums, something low and agreeable and lets Dew guide him off of his cock with a gentle hand, "Kiss?" he asks, voice low and rough and Dew just laughs and leans down and smacks a sweet kiss against his mouth.
Aether grins and pushes himself upwards, his knees protesting a bit as he goes, wrapping his arms around Dew's shoulders and pushing him back on the bed, making the fire ghoul let out a soft oof as he hits the blankets, bouncing a little.
"You were in quite the state when you woke up this morning huh?" Dew asks, hands settling in the dip of Aether's lower back, fanning out over the curve of his ass, kneading the flesh there.
A flush blooms over Aether's cheeks and he ducks down to bite at the hinge of Dew's jaw, "Next time I'll go away for several months and leave you without your mate and see how you feel when I finally come home," he mumbles, though the words are less sharp and more huffy, whiny as he noses his way along Dew's throat, "You said you'd take care of me, y'know. You should do that."
Dew laughs quietly, a fond sound as he grips Aether's ass tightly and rolls them over again, "Well," he says, "If you let me get to that part, then I'll take care of you," he murmurs, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his mouth, "Okay?"
Aether rolls his eyes but he smiles, "Okay," he parrots back, "I'll be good."
"Baby, you're always good," Dew says seriously, "Even when you're being a brat," he presses another kiss to his mouth and then he winks at Aether before he starts scooching his way down Aether's body, pressing eager kisses as he goes, nudging his thighs apart and settling between them once the quintessence ghoul's underwear has been discarded off the side of the bed.
"Worst part about touring has been the fact I haven't been down here in months," Dew says with a groan as he settles himself on his belly, resting his head on one of Aether's thighs, peering up at him, "Want you to fuck my face, baby. Ride it til you come," he murmurs, dragging a thumb along his inner thigh, watching the muscle jump, "Then, when you've come, I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, just like you like it until you come again." He licks his lips, glancing at down at the thick head of Aether's dick.
"Please," Aether says, heels pressing into the bed as he opens his thighs more and rocks upwards, trying to entice Dew into putting his mouth on him now, "Please baby, I've missed your mouth, haven't wanted anyone but you like this, please."
Dew hums softly, almost pleased, preening, as he slips his fingers between Aether's legs, between where he's slick and wet and aching, "You know I'll take care of you," he murmurs with a little grin, eyes dancing with mirth, before he's leaning forward and sealing his lips around Aether's dick.
Aether shouts—he's sure of it, loud and raw, something that, if he wasn't sure his room were soundproof, it'd have alerted someone, he feels his claws come out as he sinks them into the bed beside his hip—and the hand on Dew's shoulder, he tries to angle his fingers away, but he feels more than hears Dew's hiss as the sharp points of them nick the sensitive skin though thankfully, his claws are short, a lot shorter than average so they don't do too much damage.
Nothing to deter the incredibly eager and hot suction on his dick as Dew hollows his cheeks and bobs his head and—fuck, sinks two fingers into him almost immediately, something for his overly eager body to clench around, it's loud and wet and good and everything Aether needs, just like Dew had promised him.
He moans, happy and eager, grinding against Dew's mouth, fucking his dick into it, shuddering as his tongue flicks at the tip, teasing but perfect, pressing his heels into the bed as takes his pleasure.
Dew crooks his fingers, pressing the pads of them against his walls harshly, drawing another shout from Aether, his thighs jumping as he fucks up into Dew's mouth, "Fuck," he cries out, feels his orgasm building quick, a feeling in his belly, growing bigger and more urgent the more Dew works his fingers inside him, as the suction around his dick gets more intense.
He scrabbles against the bed, heels slipping, his fingers grabbing at Dew's shoulder, his head, whatever part of the fire ghoul he can grab, "Dew, it's, I'm going to—"
The words all feel jumbled on his tongue like they're all a single syllable, like they're all one giant word as his entire body convulses with the next press of Dew's fingers and the next flick of his tongue, his thighs are shaking and his muscles all seem to lock up for a moment as he's coming, every single synapse firing all at once as an almost anguished sob forces itself loose from his chest—a great pressure releasing itself from his body as he shakes through an orgasm so strong that his thighs start closing around Dew's shoulders on their own volition—the distinct feeling of Dew's fingers slipping out of him coming soon after as he tries to stutter out an apology, patting almost uselessly at Dew's head to try and get the fire ghoul off of his dick.
Dew's neck and chest are soaked when he pulls back finally, grinning oh so pleased with himself as he pets at Aether's inner thigh with his free hand, keeping his touch firm, "There you are," he says softly, leaning down to press a wet kiss to Aether's lower belly.
Aether hisses, every nerve in his body so sensitive as he closes his thighs around Dew's shoulders, still shaking, "Fuck," he breathes out, head tipped back against the pillow, drawing in heaving breaths through parted lips as he focuses on the warmth between his thighs, the pressure of Dew's weight against him keeping him grounded as he comes down slowly.
Sometime later, as time turns slow and syrupy, Dew presses another kiss, still a little wet and sticky, to Aether's belly, murmurs his name softly—the bigger ghoul's breathing finally slower and steadier, even now, his claws dulled back into something more human and less other.
"C'm up here," Aether mumbles, reaching down, sliding a hand under Dew's arm and curling the other one around his upper back, encouraging the fire ghoul to move, crawl up and settle his weight on top of him, hips cradled in the apex of Aether's thighs.
"Hey there baby," Dew says with a little laugh as he lets Aether move him around, nudging their foreheads together once he's properly settled, "Let me give you a kiss, hm?" he murmurs before slotting their mouths together, one hand cupped around Aether's jaw as he guides the kiss into something a little slow, something a little messy.
Aether makes a sort of come drunk noise into his mouth, tasting himself in the kiss, his arms curling around Dew's shoulders and holding him as close as possible, content to lay there for a while and just kiss, a near pitiful sort of whimper leaving his mouth as Dew pulls away for a moment to just breathe him in before drawing him into another all encompassing sort of kiss, thumb pressing into the hinge of his jaw to keep him in place while he's devoured.
"Think you're ready now?" Dew murmurs against his mouth once he's eased back on the kiss, just brushing his lips against Aether's own oversensitive and swollen ones, pulling back just enough to peer down at the red flush high on Aether's cheeks, the stain of it across his chest—the scent of his arousal thick in the air again.
"Baby, I think if you don't get inside me, I'm going to combust," Aether says, desperate and pitiful all rolled into one, curling one leg around the back of Dew's thighs, "Please, I'm so ready for it, for you, I need you." he whispers, dragging his fingers through Dew's hair, gripping tightly at the strands at the base of his skull, nudging their foreheads together again.
Dew shushes him, slipping a hand down between their bodies and rubbing his palm over the inside of Aether's thigh, his skin sticky and tacky with dried slick and come, "I'll always give you what you need," he murmurs, "I've got you, don't worry," he promises, digging his fingers into muscle and skin for a moment, feeling Aether gasp and arch under him, before he slips his hand away, instead slipping it around his own cock, curled tightly around the base of it before giving himself a good stroke from base to tip.
"Should probably get the lube," Dew mumbles, somewhat to himself and Aether makes an affronted noise, tightening his leg around Dew's thigh, keeping him in place.
"If you leave right now, I'm going to go find someone else to fuck me," Aether says, just a hint of sharpness in his tone, "I'm already so open and wet," he mumbles, canting his hips up a bit, feeling Dew's knuckles nudge against him, "Might feel it a bit more than usual but that's fine, I want to feel it, want to remember what it's like to have your dick in me, baby."
Dew huffs out a little laugh and nudges their noses together, "You're so bossy," he mumbles fondly, teasing but he's shifting his knees a bit and pressing the blunt, warm head of his cock against Aether's slick hole, "You're lucky you're so cute when you're stuffed full of my dick," he says with one breath and with the next, he's pushing in, barely giving Aether time to breathe.
Aether's head falls back against the bed, mouth opened in a low moan as Dew keeps pushing, until he's fully seated, hips resting snug against Aether's—the hard ridge on the underside of Dew's cock pressing maddeningly against his insides, stuffing him full—it doesn't quite hit where he wants it like it does if he were on his stomach, but he wants to hold onto Dew, cling onto him and never let go and Dew seems to want that as much as him, their chests pressed together as his hips grind slow and dirty inside him, barely giving him any time to get used to to hard, steady pressure splitting him open.
"This what you wanted?" Dew whispers into his jaw, voice low and wrecked as he fucks his hips forward, barely pulling out before fucking back in, drawing a whiny sort of moan from Aether as his pelvis grinds against the hard line of Aether's cock. "Need me splitting you open so you remember who you belong to, right? No matter who you sleep with in the pack, you'll always come back to me cause no one can fuck you as good as I can, can they?" he asks.
Aether whines and wraps one of his arms around Dew's shoulders, holding on tightly as his other hand stays buried in Dew's hair, keeping Dew's face close to his as he tilts his head back to get the fire ghoul's mouth to inch down towards his throat—each jolt forward drags the hard line of Dew's pelvis, the roughness of the scaling there against his sensitive cock, along with the stretch of his cock deep inside him has Aether nearly oversensitive with the pleasure of it all.
"Answer me," Dew demands, voice rough as he reaches up, fingers curling around one of Aether's horns, using his grip as leverage to draw his head back into place, to make eye contact with him, "No one can fuck you as good as I can, can they?" he repeats the question as he grinds his cock in deeply, staring at the blown out, fucked out look in his eyes. "You were so deprived of this while I was away, weren't you, baby? You needed this, didn't you?"
Aether cries out, eyes fluttering closed as he tries to shake his head but can't, "No one can," he bites out finally, voice wavering on each word, "No one can fuck me like you can." He digs his nails into Dew's shoulder, whining again as Dew grinds his hips in small figure eights, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Need this, need you so bad," he whispers, "Please Dew, please baby, please keep fucking me, please I want you to come, please, wanna be yours."
Dew draws Aether into a dirty kiss, carefully unwinding Aether's leg from around his and pressing it back into the bed, spreading him open more, swallowing the noise he makes as Dew's cock shifts inside him.
Aether pulls away from the kiss with a startled gasp, sucking in a sharp breath as he claws at Dew's shoulder, "Oh, oh, Dew, baby, I'm going to come," he says, there's a hushed reverence in his voice, an urgency there that has Dew feeling feral, "Baby."
"Come whenever," Dew murmurs with a little grin, pressing a biting kiss to the hinge of Aether's jaw as he grinds upward, feeling the way Aether clenches and contracts around him, squeezing him as if trying to milk him, "Wanna feel you let go for me, handsome."
It only takes about a dozen or so more of the careful grinding thrusts before Aether's gasping in surprise, as if his own orgasm had snuck up on him, a gushing wetness blooming around Dew's cock as he fucks into him and Dew groans, pressing his face to the side of Aether's jaw as he reaches down to rub somewhat roughly at Aether's cock, "Fuck baby, again? What a fucking treat you are, making a mess of our bed. Gonna smell like you for months if you keep it up," he says reverently, feeling Aether clenching around him rhythmically as he continues to rub at him, all the while Aether's gasping, over and over, hiccuping softly as if unable to fully draw in a breath.
And he can't, he can't quite breathe with the way Dew's touching him, with the hot and heavy heat inside him, thick and hard and pressing against his twitching walls as Dew's fingers work over his cock until he's sobbing, shaking his head back and forth and trying to squirm away from the touch.
"Give me another one baby," Dew whispers into his jaw, pressing a kiss to his wet skin, tacky with sweat and tears, "Give me one more, one more baby, another one, let me feel you come again, I know you can and then I'll let you have it, let you have me," he promises, the words spoken so gently even as Dew's touch goes from slow and gentle to quicker, rougher, faster.
Aether feels himself hurtling towards the peak again, the feeling in his belly building as he tries to close his legs around Dew's waist, but Dew's got one leg pinned with his leg and the other held at an angle, stretching him open for him to grind into where he's already sloppy and wet and another sob looses itself from his throat as he digs his nails into Dew's shoulder, his upper body leaving the bed as he hurtles over the edge again with another gush of wetness.
His entire body shaking and uncooperative and he sobs again when Dew's cock slips out of him with it, leaving him open and needy and half out of his mind with pleasure, he reaches down, finds Dew's cock, sinks it back into him with a great hiccuping sob, a shudder through his entire body as every nerve lights with oversensitivity.
"Baby," Dew says, half in awe, half in something else as he buries his face in Aether's throat, "Need to fuck you, please say I can," he says, "I'll stay like this as long as you need me to, but baby, I need to come so bad, I want to come so bad, I want to fuck you," he babbles, half making sense.
Aether nods, nudging his head against Dew's, "Fuck me," he slurs out, holding tight to Dew as the fire ghoul starts fucking him in earnest, chasing his own end now that he's fucked two orgasms out of Aether, keeping his pelvis from grinding too much into the sensitive jut of Aether's cock, the pressure and heat of him is almost maddening and Aether thinks, somewhat distantly, that he could probably come again if he weren't too out of it already, if he weren't too tired and drained.
All the while, Dew's murmuring into his skin, soft praises, filthy promises of things he's going to do to him once they're done, when they go again, they've got to make up for lost time—months wasted when they could have been fucking, it takes several more thrusts and Dew's groaning an almost tortured sounding, "Aether," before he's coming in hot spurts, his cock twitching and kicking inside Aether as he fills him.
Dew's panting softly, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispers as he fucks his hips inwards several times, chasing his end, eventually he stops, a tortured groan leaving his lips as he finally collapses down onto Aether, blanketing him in warmth and their combined scent. "Fuck, baby. I missed you so much," he whispers, feeling almost like he's going to cry as he slides both of his arms around Aether, under his back so he can hug him properly, "Missed you so much. I'm not sure I can be apart from you like that anymore."
Aether makes a noise, a low rumble of a purr, mostly nonverbal for now, but the sentiment is the same, the distance is hard, the reunion is nice, but the distance is increasingly difficult each time they're away from each other for months at a time.
They'll have to talk about it at some point, come to some kind of agreement, work out a plan for the next time touring comes up, but right now, Aether brings a hand up, tired and lazy and rests it on the back of Dew's head, petting through the short hair there as he purrs softly, happy and content to have his mate back in his arms.
Old Friends in High Places (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)
Commission fic for @tubbypeddle ! I got to borrow her OC AJ again for this one so if you like Narancia/OC fics, this one is for you ^_^
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Narancia and Alice-Jane have been dating for a while and now Narancia wants to introduce her to his family. Little does she know, AJ is about to meet an old friend among them. (Narancia/OC)
So I am going to open up the option of Ship Rewards on Ko-fi for anyone who wants to help me out and get something in return. (I also just accept tips/donations).
Here is my ko-fi
Basic Run-Down
My tip amount it set to $1 minimum (you can pay more)
Send me a dm (or ask) with a screenshot of your payment (so I know whose ship I am doing).
Send your Ship info to my ask box here and I will answer it privately (so you have to be off anon - unless you are okay with it being answered publicly).
$1: For the $1 you will get the ship with some basic info about why and stuff about your relationship, maybe some headcanons.
$3: For the $3, you will get the basic info mentioned above, plus a short drabble/one shot (~500-700 words) based on your prompt or idea of choice. I can personalize it for you as well (gender, name, etc).
$5: For this you will get a longer fic (~1k+ words; can be nsfw/smut; only for 18+; I do not do pregnancy/breeding kinks or violent kinks).
These are the prices for one fandom ship.
(Prompt Lists)
For the ship, send me info about yourself. Age (you must be 18+ for nsfw, if its not public you need to send proof). Info about your hobbies, love languages, likes/dislikes, etc. Make sure to tell me what gender you want to be shipped with, etc. The more info the better if you want a detailed ship.
I will try to have your ship done within a day of your request.
(Fandoms List)
Membership Tier/Commission Fics
I have an option for a membership tier on my ko-fi for $5 a month.
The reward for the membership is a personalized Fic written just for you (one per donation). Can be nsfw (18+ only).
Just contact me on here with a screenshot, and we will figure something out.
One-Time Donation/General Commisions:
Status: Closed
If you don't want to join the membership tier. Feel free to just do one time Tip of $3-5, and then contact me on here for talk of your personalized fic!
$3 = 1-2k words
$5 = 2k-3.5k words
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I doubt there will be many people who will do this, but I just made it as an option for those who do want it.
Current goal: update Sands of Time by Monday. It’s currently in progress, so go me.
In the meantime, my Patreon is filled with Sands of Time AUs and side stories, so feel free to go check it out. Posted today is the first chapter of a commissioned “what if” darker ending to the fic. Because Link hasn’t done enough to earn his happy ending, obviously.
As always, if you like my fic and are uninterested in Patreon (or are interested in a commission yourself), you can always buy me a coffee. My cats and their current lack of holiday presents thank you. :D
Completely forgot to post this here, but here is the commission fic I wrote for @tubbypeddle featuring Narancia and her OC Alice-Jane!
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Narancia and Alice-Jane have been dating for a while and it’s pretty serious, but he finds out that he might not know much about her at all. (Narancia/OC)
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
New Bloodline commission fic for my Anon ^_^ We finally get to see Giorno meet the rest of the Joestars.
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(Bloodline Verse) Giorno is reluctant to go to a Joestar family reunion, considering his own connections to the family, but discovers that maybe he has a place there after all.
