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miasmaghoul · 9 months

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do you have any more uhhhhhhhh lactation thoughts

not even specifically dew, just in general

your ficlet may have opened my eyes a little

yes. many.

have a bunch about mommy aether and dew's breastfeeding kink.

(no ageplay here for anyone concerned)

Every year, just before the winter solstice, Aether finds himself afflicted with a certain...condition.

It had been shocking the first time. A handful of months after his summoning he'd woken with an odd weight on his chest, like one of the abbey's mousers had fallen asleep on him again.

No such luck, though. The only thing he'd found after rubbing the sleep from his eyes was a foreign ache and a certain snugness to his sleep shirt.

It hadn't taken long to put two and two together, not when he'd padded to the bathroom and shucked his shirt along the way. Aether distinctly remembers staring at himself in the mirror for actual minutes, mouth agape as he cupped his swollen chest.

"What the fuck..."

Aether had dragged his fingers through his chest hair in stunned silence, caressing his newfound curves with a rather stupid look on his face. They sat high and firm on his chest, sizeable enough to nearly fill even his large hands and dusky at the tips. Not much give to them, but still supple and lovely to weigh in his palms.

Curious fingers had rubbed at a peaked nipple, finding it impossibly tender. Enough so to make him hiss. There had been something beneath the sensitivity, though. Some unfamiliar pressure that made him continue to touch.

To tug.

To squeeze.

The first drops of warm fluid that leaked over his fingers had knocked the air from his lungs.

"What the fuck?"

Aether had no idea. Neither had Omega, after a rather embarrassing trip to the infirmary. No amount of magickal jiggery-pokery over the years had provided answers, so Aether had simply...stopped looking for them.

He just knows that, for roughly three days a year, he swells. He leaks.

And that, for roughly three days a year, Dew will be plastered to him like a parasite.

Dew seems to be able to smell the change on him, always huddling close to his side the night before it happens. Nuzzling Aether's shoulder and resting a gentle hand on his chest. The first time Dew had done it - the fourth year in a row this little event had happened, but the first where the little ghoul had been topside - Aether hadn't known what to do with himself.

"What's gotten into you?" He'd asked, trying to wriggle his way out of those spidery arms. Dew had been...reluctant to let him get away, a light growl bubbling up in his chest.

"You smell different," he'd said, smushing his nose into Aether's neck. "Like...I dunno, but it's good."

That bony hand hadn't stopped groping his chest, and by the time he'd wrangled the little ghoul back to his bedroom Dew was trying worm his was under Aether's shirt.

The next morning he'd woken to his annual problem, and to say Dew was ecstatic would be a severe understatement.

It's become something of a tradition since that first time around. Dew is a bit less obvious about it now, staring instead of groping, but the morning it happens there is exactly one place to find the little ghoul.

This's year's cycle is proving to be much the same.

Dew had crawled into the warmth of Aether's bed just after sunup, snuggled into his side with a yawn and promptly fallen right back to sleep. Aether himself had barely been awake at the time, and - despite the telling pressure on his chest - wrapping an arm around the little ghoul so he could drift off again had been all too easy.

It's proving to be even easier, hours later, for Dew to convince him that they could stay that way.

"C'mon, you don't really wanna get up do you?"

Dew trails a light finger along the obvious curve of Aether's chest, a motion that could almost be called innocent under normal circumstances. It's the second time he's said it in the last ten minutes, since they'd woken in tandem, wrapped in one another. Aether has no problem admitting that he could easily stay like this forever.

"Then why don't we?"

He watches Dew reach under the covers, groping at the pocket of his pajama pants. He comes back with a fat joint, and the little ghoul's face splits in a grin.

"I even brought breakfast."

He's so cute like this, Aether could kiss him.

So he does.

It's gentle, the way he holds Dew's chin. Like he's made of the finest china that the slightest jostle will fracture. Their lips are both morning chapped, but a little roughness is never a bad thing. Dew tastes like leftover toothpaste and fresh spring water, cool and soothing, and it's nothing to let the little ghoul lick into his mouth with just the tip of his tongue.

Aether sighs when Dew's palm slides over his belly and up to his chest, long fingers dancing over soft cotton. They graze the underside of his new growth, the barest touch, but Aether makes a soft sound anyway. Dew pulls back with the gentlest tug of Aether's bottom lip, immediately staring down at his chest.

"Sore?"

"No more than usual," Aether murmurs, nosing at Dew's hair. His silver strands have been pulled back into a messy bun, and Aether likes the access it gives him to Dew's slender neck. It's true that he's not particularly uncomfortable at the moment, but it's still early in the cycle. The ache that is present isn't an unpleasant one.

Dew hums, pecking him on the cheek before pulling away to rifle through Aether's nightstand.

"I can fix that."

He comes back with a purple plastic lighter, and as he sparks up the joint Aether delights in the way Dew's angular features catch the glow of the flame.

"Pretty boy," he rumbles as Dew inhales, smirking when the little ghoul almost immediately starts to cough. Aether pats his back through it, waiting for Dew's scowl to fade as his blush grows.

"Shut up and smoke," he gripes, and, well, Aether can do that.

He's never had much tolerance for the stuff, a couple of puffs enough to get him floaty and a couple more than that enough to get him heavy and grinning. That's about as far as he likes to take things, though.

Dew's as much of a lightweight as he is, truth be told, but their similarities end there. Unlike Aether, Dew enjoys being Fucked Up. Likes to push himself to the point of uselessness, until he's drifting away between breaths and pleasantly absent from the world around him. It makes him so very needy, tactile and soft, and Aether would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

Today, though, the little ghoul doesn't seem quite as far gone as usual. He'd snuffed out the joint halfway through, setting it on the nightstand and letting himself stretch out. He's loose, sprawled across the comforter and taking up every single inch of space he can manage, but he's not as hopelessly touchy as usual.

Strange.

Stranger still, Dew hasn't said a word since he told Aether to shut up, save for a handful of pleased sounds and quiet laughs between smoky kisses. It's different than usual, the silence. The distance. Normally when Aether's in this state, Dew can't keep his...well, anything really, to himself. Always needing to touch, to kiss, to claim this secret part of Aether in a way no one else does.

Today, all he's done is chew his lip and stare. There's been no contact since that first light touch, and if Aether focuses hard enough he swears he can hear the thoughts grinding in Dew's head.

He's sitting against his headboard now, scratching at the little ghoul's scalp with idle fingers while Dew not-so-subtly kneads at the mattress. Aether can tell what he'd rather be grabbing, what he'd rather be squeezing with those elegant fingers until they were all wet and sticky, but he keeps it to himself. Usually when Dew gets quiet it's for a reason, and in Aether's experience it's best to leave him be.

So he occupies his fuzzy mind by repaying the favor, taking in the slight body beside him with red-rimmed eyes.

Dew had lost his shirt at some point, who knows when, the thing now balled up and forgotten at the foot of the bed. Aether drags his eyes along the sharp lines of his body - the angles of his collarbones, the pronounced ridges of his ribs, the dip of his stomach. The pretty pink of his nipples, threaded with silver barbells that glint in the room's pale light. He's a delicious sight, to be certain, but he's just so...so...

"Small," Aether breathes, the one word quiet enough to drag Dew's eyes away from the fullness of his chest. He wears an odd look, something between confusion and want. "You're so small, angelfish."

Aether drags his knuckles along the cut of Dew's jaw, his large hand dwarfing that handsome face. He loves everything about Dew's size, loves how tiny he is. How easy the little guy is to throw around and rough up, how he can take a beating just as well as Mountain and Ifrit can, if not better. He loves how fragile Dew feels beneath his hands - stems of glass wrapped in tissue paper - and yet how hard he is to break.

But like this, just for these three bizarre days, Aether sees him differently. Dew isn't a feral little creature in need of taming. Isn't a rough-and-tumble hellbeast who could slit his throat without a second thought. Like this, Dew isn't strong.

He's just small. Small and vulnerable and in need of protection. From what, Aether doesn't know, but he can feel it in his bones. In his chest.

He expects Dew to buck the words - to hiss or snarl that he is not small, and that he'll show Aether just how big he can be - but he doesn't. There's something unreadable in Dew's expression, hiding in his bloodshot seafoam eyes and pink cheeks.

It makes the ache so much worse.

"Dew?" Aether feels his brows knit together as he runs his thumb over a sharp cheekbone. "What's going on? You look -"

"Wanna ask somethin'," Dew says suddenly, voice soft. His hands are still working, sheets caught in tight fists. He hasn't stopped staring at Aether's chest, but with some light coaxing Aether manages to wrangle his gaze upwards.

"Ask away," he murmurs, giving Dew the gentlest smile. The little ghoul sighs, hiding his face in Aether's warm hand.

"'S weird," he mumbles, peering up at Aether from the corner of his eye. "I don't - dunno if -" Dew chews his lip, one of his hands finally releasing the sheets to rest on Aether's thigh. "It's weird."

He taps out a restless rhythm, one Aether can hardly feel though the covers still over his lap. He's too distracted by the way Dew's looking at him, like he's worried whatever he's about to say will earn him punishment.

The ache in his chest grows.

"I'm sure it's not," Aether soothes, resting his other hand over Dew's own. "Go ahead and ask, love. It's alright."

The little ghoul stares at him for a few long moments, each one passing slower than the last. There's something clawing at Aether, something deep inside that yearns to comfort him. To drag Dew into his lap and hold him close, to tell him that everything was going to be okay. That there's no need to look so scared.

He doesn't. It's not easy, but Aether keeps his composure. Keeps his eyes warm and his smile gentle, encouraging. He gives Dew time, time he clearly needs considering the way he's gnawing on his lip like it owes him money. Dew has such pretty lips.

"Please, sweetheart," Aether says, so soft and kind that Dew's eyes slip shut. "Tell me what you need. Let me help."

Something in the little ghoul's expression softens, relaxes, and the next time he opens his eyes Aether can finally see the need in them. It swirls through his gut in warm spirals, pooling deep inside and making his sensitive spots tingle. He doesn't have to look to see that his nipples have gone stiff, they're so sensitive he can feel them poking into his shirt.

Plus Dew's drooling into his hand now, which is a dead giveaway. With a gulp, he speaks.

"Can I...will you..."

Dew sounds so, so shy. It's something Aether hasn't heard in ages, not since Dew was brand new and figuring out the fun new things this vessel of his could do. Dew's fingers dig harder into his thigh.

"Aeth, I - fuck, will you feed me?"

The words hit one by one, each syllable a crack in the safety glass surrounding whatever it is in Aether's that's screaming to protect. The answer to a question he didn't know he had. It shatters with the look on Dew's face, lost and scared that something terrible is about to happen.

"Oh, Dew," he breathes, hating the way Dew tenses up like he's about to run. Aether takes the hand on his thigh before he can, presses a soft kiss to the backs of his fingers. "Of course I will."

Every inch of the little ghoul visibly relaxes, he whimpers, and Aether wastes no time in gathering up his slack body. He's no trouble to move, even when he's dead weight, and in no time Aether has Dew laying across his blanketed lap. He tucks a loose chunk of Dew's hair back behind his ear and plants the gentlest kiss on his forehead.

"Are you comfy, love?"

Dew hunkers down a bit, lays a little more on his side and stretches his legs. He's so slender, pale against Aether's dark blankets. His flannels have slipped down a bit, exposing the vee of his hips and the light dusting of hair between them. Aether has one arm hooked around his back, the other hand resting on Dew's skinny thigh while he adjusts.

"Am now," the little ghoul says, curling in on himself a bit and resting one hand on Aether's belly. He can feel the other one resting at the small of his back, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Dew looks up at him once he's fully settled, a smile playing at his lips despite the remnants of apprehension in his eyes. Aether cradles him just right, those eyes drop to his chest instead, and Dew lets out the softest little oh. Like he hadn't realized just how close he was. Aether rubs his thigh before reaching up to pat Dew's hand.

"A, uh - a while," Dew rasps, clearing his throat. The sound morphs into a tight groan when Aether exposes his prize, Dew finally getting eager eyes on the one part of Aether that truly drives him insane. Dew rewards him with a hung jaw and the nicest little peek at his pink tongue.

"How long have you wanted this, droplet?" Aether keeps his voice soft and sultry, it feels appropriate. Dew pulls his hand back when Aether reaches for the hem of his shirt. He offers a shaky exhale when Aether pulls it up, revealing the softness of his belly.

"Since last time?" Aether tucks his shirt up under his armpits as he talks, unwilling to dislodge the little ghoul enough to shrug the thing off. Dew shakes his head and Aether's stomach swoops. "Longer?" Dew nods.

"Longer," he confirms, that wandering hand sliding its way up Aether's torso. Through the thatch of hair on his stomach, over along his ribs, up, up... "Since...since the first time I saw 'em."

That delicate hand cups one of his tits and Aether shudders.

Something about the way Dew feels pressed against him, the admission, how long he's wanted this - it all coalesces in Aether's core, a dense ball of desire that bleeds into every neuron.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about it," Dew admits, giving a gentle squeeze, "after the first time they...the first time I saw you spray. The first time," Dew swallows hard, "- first time you let me taste it."

Aether's head spins at the wonderment threading Dew's voice. It's the way he'd sounded back when he first saw a rainstorm. The way he'd sounded on his first trip to the greenhouse. The way he'd sounded the very first time Aether kissed him all over, showing him just how good these human vessels could feel.

He can't believe Dew's held this back for so long. It's not like Dew had never sucked on his tits before, both like this and as they normally were. Usually while Aether jerked the both of them off in one of his massive hands. This, though, isn't something quite so vulgar. This request, this desire, feels intimate in a way Aether doesn't think he's ever experienced. It's certainly making his cock fat, no mistaking that, but that's easy to ignore. Easy to focus on the sweetness Dew's been exuding since they finished their joint instead.

"Please," Dew whispers, licking his lips and giving that tender bud a tug. "Please, can I?"

Dew thumbs over a nipple and it hits like lighting, recenters his focus. The little ghoul looks up at him with such need, such unbridled hunger in his eyes that Aether sees stars.

"Oh, baby," he sighs, bringing a hand to the back of Dew's neck. "You must be starving."

Dew makes the most beautiful sound when Aether guides his head forward, and Aether offers his own when those pretty pink lips wrap around his nipple. Dew's tongue feel simultaneously like silk and sandpaper against the tip of it, teasing flicks, just enough to make Aether hiss. He gives a few tentative sucks, just between his lips, and Aether holds him so tight.

"That's nice," he sighs, playing with the soft hairs at the base of Dew's skull. "You have such a nice mouth, you know that?"

Dew sighs through his nose, flushed cheeks going two shades darker. He takes more of Aether into his mouth, tongue laving at his areola as he works to latch on. Aether huffs when he hollows his cheeks and starts to really suckle.

"That's it tadpole, good job," he coos, relaxing back against the headboard. "Such a good boy for me."

The words come so easily, effortlessly. They just feel...right. Dew whines all the same, a painfully sweet sound that lights up every pleasure center in Aether's mind. At this point he doesn't know how much of this is the weed and how much is Dew, but he feels high as a kite all the same.

Dew's hand finds its way over his chest, rests at the top of his swollen pec, and starts to massage. Aether sucks air through his teeth at the feel of it, at the way Dew encourages his body to let go. To let down. To release.

He knows the moment it happens from the sound Dew makes. Something between a moan and a sob, muffled but obvious. The little ghoul goes completely limp in his lap as Aether feels it really start to flow, sinking deeper into him with every mouthful.

"Is that what you wanted, sweet boy?" Aether gets Dew supported with one arm, his other hand now free to stroke the little ghoul's warm cheek. "Wanted me to fill you up like this?"

Dew peers up through those long lashes of his, and Aether sees nothing but black. He nods, a tiny movement that runs no risk of dislodging him, and Aether finds it so very endearing. He's tempted to keep talking, but in the quiet he can actually hear Dew drinking him down, and once he notices it Aether feels little desire to hear anything else.

His hand travels aimlessly over the little ghoul's shoulder while he watches, down his bicep and onto his narrow chest. Dew's shifted back a bit since he latched on, more on his back than his side. His arm, no longer needed to massage, lays useless on the bed. Dew's legs have gone splayed too, spread wide and utterly relaxed. He looks so at peace.

Aether can't stop touching him though, and Dew certainly doesn't seem inclined to stop him.

It's slow, intentional. The way Aether traces his collar bone, the way he pets at the hollow of his throat. The way he drags his knuckles down Dew's sternum and across his chest. Aether just grazes a nipple and Dew makes a little hnng sound, eyes fluttering open to find Aether smiling down at him. He can't help it, not when Dew looks so blissful.

"That feel good?" Dew gives another minuscule nod, pushing his chest ever so slightly up into Aether's touch. "Mm, I thought so," he chuckles, moving to lay equal attention on Dew's other nipple. "Always so sensitive here aren't you?" Like he has to ask. Then, "Tingly yet?"

Dew makes another of those huffing sounds and closes his eyes again, and Aether takes that as a yes. He gives the little ghoul's nonexistant chest a squeeze, and Aether can't help but laugh when Dew's limp hand drifts up to grope his other tit in kind. It kneads at him the way it had the mattress earlier, firm and insistent, and Aether hopes that Dew can feel the way his cock twitches through the blankets.

Aether slides his hand down the flat, firm plane of his stomach, light and ticklish, and Dew whimpers.

"Are you tingly anywhere else?"

He nods fervently this time, bringing his legs together when Aether hooks two fingers into the waist of his flannels. He slips them down to Dew's creamy thighs in one tug, and with a sigh the little ghoul spreads them again. Gives Aether a nice eyeful of his pudgy little cock, clearly interested but not quite standing up on it's own yet. Aether purrs at the sight of it, taking Dew's slender length between two fingertips and giving it a wiggle.

Through it all, Dew never stops suckling. Never stops fondling his chest. Aether could call it greedy if he were in less of a giving mood, but the way Dew basks in him, in his care, makes it simply impossible to be anything but pleased.

It takes no time for Dew to start his own sort of leaking, coating Aether's fingers in slick before he's even half hard. No doubt sensitive as ever, but slower to respond from the weed. Aether doesn't mind, not when it gives him time to tease. He takes the slippery head between a few fingers and gives it little tugs that have Dew's skinny hips twitching up.

"What's this, sweetheart?" Aether teases as Dew slowly stiffens between his fingers. "Is someone getting excited?"

Dew flushes straight down his throat, nuzzling deeper into Aether's chest with an embarrassed little mewl. His toes are curling into the sheets already. Aether smiles as he takes Dew in hand and starts to really stroke, soft and slow. The little ghoul is so beautiful like this - weak and helpless in his arms, unable to resist the care Aether's set on providing him.

"Such a sweet boy," he coos, kissing Dew's hair just to hear the lovely sound he makes. "My sweet little Dewdrop."

He does look sweet, Aether thinks. His cute little cock is as pink as his cheeks and twice as wet. His face is buried in Aether's plush chest, a thin trail of milk slipping from the corner of his mouth when he's too dazed to swallow in time. He's getting noisier by the second, and the more he does the harder it is for Aether to hold himself back.

There's been a word on the tip of his tongue since all of this started, since Dew first confessed. Something he's wanted to say since that warmth began to bloom deep inside. Something that he worries may be too much, one step too far.

Dew moans as he throbs in his hand, and Aether throws caution to the wind.

"Let mommy make you feel good."

It's like a dam breaks. Dew's eyes fly open and his back arches, bony fingertips digging into Aether's chest and scrabbling at his back. His cock spits a blurt of pre that lands all the way on his stomach, and every inch of Aether goes red hot. Not the reaction he expected, but now Dew's working those little hips in panicky ruts up towards his loose fist and he isn't going to complain about that.

"Is that what you need, tadpole? Need mommy to milk it out of you?" His voice doesn't betray the thrumming desperation in his veins, and Dew's nod is nothing but frantic. Aether huffs out a soft laugh. "Use your words, darling. Tell me what you need."

Dew pops off his sore, puffy nipple with a gasp, drooling a mess of spit and milk before he can swallow it down. He looks out of his mind and all the more beautiful for it.

"Please mommy," Dew begs, breathless and shaky, and oh how wonderful it sounds pouring from his lips. "Please - please make me, mommy, make...make it cum, make my cock cum, please -"

"Are you gonna squirt for me already, sweetheart?"

Dew wails, panting and pleading while Aether pulls him closer to the edge. He really shouldn't tease, but it's impossible to resist. Dew's falling apart so fast, a babbling mess of bony limbs and unintelligible sounds. His hips jerk in an uneven rhythm, and Aether stills his hand so Dew can fuck it as he pleases.

It's Aether's turn to moan when he sees the little ghoul, through his haze of pleasure and overwhelm, try to latch on again. It's sloppy and uncoordinated, Dew leaving wet smears over his skin while he mashes his face into Aether's tit. Some milk dribbles out when he does and Dew laps it up like a man starved.

He looks so pretty when he's a mess.

"Keep your head still," Aether tells him, voice firm, and with a gurgling sound Dew does. Mostly. Close enough. His hips have long since lost contact with his brain. Aether doesn't mind. "Show me that tongue and I'll give you what you want."

Dew listens, eyes lidded and chest heaving as he lets it loll out of his mouth. Aether can feel how close he his, can feel how his little balls have snuggled up close to his body, but Dew's been so very good this morning. Surely he deserves a treat.

"Such a good boy."

Aether focuses the slightest spark of his magick into his chest, and Dew freezes as that warm, sweet stream splashes right onto his tongue.

"Now cum for mommy."

Dew's entire body goes taut, his eyes roll back, and in perfect silence the little ghoul paints his own chest and belly. Aether holds him so close when it hits, milking rope after pearly rope from Dew's spasming form. Watching his knees draw up and his tongue drip milk onto his chest. Every second is spent murmuring the sweetest praise in Dew's ear, words of deep, desperate affection that he hopes the little guy will remember when this is all said and done.

Dew whines the moment overstimulation starts to kick in, and Aether pulls back immediately. Lets Dew's messy little cock rest against his sticky tummy so he can wipe his hand on the blankets and stroke Dew's cheek. He looks so dazed, so brainless, and Aether has no choice but to kiss him.

He tastes so much sweeter now.

Aether sucks on Dew's tongue before he pulls back, rubbing along his spine and resting their foreheads together.

"Did you enjoy yourself, love?"

Dew makes a very silly sound, all dopey and fucked up. He wriggles a little, loops both arms around Aether's neck and pulls him back in for a kiss. Deeper this time, decadent and rich.

"Uh huh," he breathes the sound against Aether's lips. "But I'm not done." Aether pulls back, raises an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Gotta get the other side," Dew says reasonably, already maneuvering himself with grace he certianly shouldn't have for how hard he just came. He straddles Aether's thighs, plants his hands on his tits and gives him the loveliest little smile. "Can I? Please?"

Aether pulls him in for a soft, chaste kiss.

"Whatever you want, baby boy."

Dew grins, spreads his knees, and grinds his ass directly into Aether's incredibly obvious erection. He grips those scrawny hips with a grunt

"Then let me sit on it this time, mommy."

Dew leans down, pops Aether's nipple into his mouth, and Aether doesn't know if he'll make it that far.

#miasma's work #the band ghost fic #once again just a fuckin fic #one day ill actually write a ficlet i swear #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #aether/dew #aether x dew #aethdew #dewther #also this one is weird lmao

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