#Mountain/Dewdrop

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 11 : First Kiss

Mountain was shocked to learn that the most beautiful ghoul he knew had never been kissed.. He volunteered right away to tenderly kiss Dewdrop off his feet 💋

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!!😘

[palesweetsdeer]

Mount dew...mount Dew...more mount Dew AAAAHH-

*EXPLODES*

I love them actually

[thelampisaflashlight]

Mountain: "The most beautiful thing to me is when small animals trust me; That they see me as 'safe', ya know?" Dew, who has been cuddling him for the last hour or so because the toaster popped and startled him: "Yeah, that's honestly such an endearing-" -pauses- "...Wait a minute."

[blanchebees]

Mountain has to deal with a little drunk and clingy menace

Tip jar

[iamthecomet]

Idk what happened but I blacked out and wrote 1.5k words about Mountain fucking Dew's tits because I don't know, I needed to. So, uhhh, I hope you like it!?!?

“I wanna fuck ‘em,” Mountain voice is a mumble, shy almost. Dew notices the way the flush drags over his cheeks, down his neck, disappearing beneath his shirt. Too many clothes. Mountain is wearing too many clothes. And Dew, pinned to the bed by the way Mountain straddles his hips, can’t do shit about it.

Mountain flicks at one of Dew’s nipple rings. Dew waits, muscles tensing as Mountain gets a little braver and takes the ring between two calloused fingers and tugs. Dew’s breath hitches, an undignified noise bubbles up in his throat, escapes through his teeth.

“They’re too small,” Dew says, a whisper as Mountain tugs again and the sensation steals the breath from his lungs. “Fuck. Careful. Sensitive.”

“I know.” Mountains eyes are still glued to Dew’s chest his tits—or lack thereof. Dew can practically see his mouth watering about it. “Been thinking about it...what they’d look like with my dick between them. Can’t get it out of my head—”

“Aeon been fucking with you again?” Dew tries at a spike of levity and succeeds in getting Mountain to actually look at him—but it doesn’t help. Mountain looks wrecked already.

“No.” Mountain doesn’t step into the joke, doesn’t even entertain it. His gaze, hungry and desperate, fixes Dew to the bed more firmly than even his weight can. Dew reaches up, puts both of his hands on Mountain’s thighs. He squeezes. Drags his thumbs up and down, feeling rough denim beneath his thumbs.

“Just,” Mountain continues, “can’t stop thinking about it. I know they’re too small. I don’t care. Let me.”

Dew tilts his head, continues the rhythmic stroke of his thumbs along the inner seam of Mountain’s jeans. He’s proud of himself for keeping his eyes on Mountain’s face and not letting them drop down to his zipper. It takes an incredible amount of focus not to. So much that when Mountain twists Dew’s nipple ring again it comes out of nowhere, a shock to Dew’s spine that has him arching off the bed,  unprepared for the sharp bite of pleasure pain. Mountain doesn’t let up—not right away and Dew hands suspended in the purgatory of that feeling until he deigns to let him go.  

“Please?” Mountain asks, and Dew can’t think. Especially not when Mountain twists a little harder and everything narrows down to just this one feeling. Dew nods, flexing his hips up to grind a little against Mountain’s ass. An illustration of just how fucked up he is too. So hard that there is nothing beyond this room. So hard he’ll do just about anything for one crumb of relief.

“Yeah, yeah ok, Mount. Whatever you want. Just—”

Mountain lets go and Dew sags back on the bed. Body tingling. Feeling little electric pulses all the way down in his fingers. He knows exactly what he’s getting himself into—isn’t sure he can take it. But he isn’t a coward, and he doesn’t back down, so if Mountain really wants to drag his cock over the bony plate of his sternum and fuck Dew’s tits—Dew is not going to deny him.

Mountain moves quickly after that, hands flying away from Dew’s chest to his belt. Dew reaches up to help and Mountain bats his hands away. Dew places them back down on Mountain’s thighs again, feeling the muscles shift as Mountain moves. He doesn’t get off of Dew. He just shifts forward, scooting up a few inches as he reaches into his pants and pulls himself out.

Dew finally allows himself to really look then. To watch the way Mountain fists a hand around himself and tugs. The way he circles the head—squeezing just enough to make himself hiss.

A bead of precum pearls at the tip and Mountain leans, bending so he can rub it across the nipple he was just abusing.

Mountain’s eyes flick between Dew’s face and his non-existent tits.

“Push them together for me, firefly.”  

Dew does, as best he can, despite there being next to nothing extra there. He is all bones and skin, but he tries anyway. Tucking his arms in, hunching his shoulders. Watching the flesh bunch and push toward center—still nowhere close to touching, but Mountain groans all the same. The hand on his cock speeding up.

“You like them?”

Mountain nods. “Pretty.”

Dew wants to chide him, remind him that there’s nothing there but it’s the look on Mountain’s face that stops him—again. He’s so into it, and therefore, Dew is too. Pulling his hands up to cup the sides of his little tits to try to push them even closer together.

Mountain scoots up, lays the head of his dick at the base of Dew’s sternum. Then, he hunches over. Spit drools from his mouth onto the tip of his cock—onto Dew’s overheated skin. Mountain smears it around with his cock. Slicking up the gap between Dew’s pecs. He slides forward, aided by his own spit and groans. The tip of his cock bumps Dew in the chin. On the next pass, it meets Dew’s tongue and Mountain swears, head tipping back, just for a second, as his cock ruts along the knobby plane of Dew’s chest.

“Fuck.” He sounds so reverent. Dew’s cock kicks hard in his boxers at the sound. He flexes them up—finds nothing to grind against but it doesn’t stop that involuntary twitch.

Mountain’s head come back to center—tips down. Watching his cock move through the spit, and the narrow—bony—channel of Dew’s chest. Watches how the head of his cock meets Dew’s lips and Dew opens for it, laps at it, sucks the head in just a little before Mountain pulls back for another thrust.

Mountain knocks Dew’s hands way, fitting one hand on each of Dew’s nipple rings, he pulls them both toward center.

Dew keens. Head rocketing back, body arching as Mountain holds his tits together just like that and his thrusts start to speed up.

“Is it good?” Mountain asks, and Dew thinks he’s going insane. Isn’t that what he’s supposed to be asking? He nods. Drowning in the sharp, overwhelming, bite of this pain—the way it fizzles into pleasure at the base of his spine. His hips hump up, to nothing, hopelessly grinding against air.

It’s so slick sounding. Between Mountain’s spit and the pre-cum drooling from his cock Dew’s chest is glistening with it. Each one of Mountain’s thrusts sounding sloppier than the last.

“Your mouth, Dew, please.”

And how is Dew supposed to say no? How is he supposed to do anything except get his shit together and tip his head down, opening his lips for Mountain to fit the head of his cock into at the end of each rough thrust.

“Will you cum on them?” Dew asks, voice pitching up. Mountain pulls on the rings a little tighter, draws those little tits just that much closer together and Dew swears he sees god.

Mountain nods hard, thrusts already faltering, rhythm shuddering. “Soon.”

“Yeah? You going to paint them?”

“Uh-huh.;”

“Get them all sloppy—fuck—make a mess.”

“I’ll clean it up after too,” Mountain promises, and Dew’s stomach turns over, swooping hard enough to make him groan. “Suck you off too, if you want.”

“Yeah—shit—do it—c’mon—cum all over my tits.”

Mountain growls. He lets go of one of Dew’s nipple rings as he finishes one last thrust. Dew watches his fist fly over his cock. Mountain’s back arches, his head drops back, neck glistening with sweat, pulse racing through the veins there. Dew can’t look away when he cums, still twisting one nipple ring in his fingers even as he shoots all over Dew’s chest.

There’s a moment of quiet. Mountain’s fingers loosen. Dew sags back into the bed and Mountain does too—just a little—as he gets his breathing under control. His hands rest at Dew’s waist, fingers tapping little rhythms on Dew’s ribs—a song—probably. Dew tries to guess which one but finds his brain empty of everything except need.

It’s Dew’s hips, still grinding toward nothing, that bring Mountain back to him. His eyes refocus, searching Dew’s face.  Then he shifts back, sliding down Dew’s body until settles over Dew’s hips, giving him something to grind against again. Dew moans with it, the sudden delicious relief. Not nearly enough but better than nothing.

Mountain bends, green eyes locked on Dew’s as his tongue darts out and he chases a rivulet of cum with it, gathering it on his tongue.

“Mount—”

“Told you I’d clean you up then suck you off. Be patient.”

Dew stares at him, watches him lap up his own cum, tongue swirling around Dew’s nipples, clever teeth tugging on the rings just to hear the noises Dew makes when he does. Dew wasn’t going to rush him—doesn’t want to. He’d watch this forever if Mountain would let him. He hopes Mountain takes his time.

He hopes it takes all night.

[nastylittleghouls]

Aether: *wasted to hell has things to tell* Aether: Dewdrop Aether: Dew Aether: Taking my pants off Aether: Hot Aether: Too hot in pants Aether: Bring scissors Aether: Cut off pants Aether: Burn Aether: Jeans Aether: Peeing in pants now Aether: Having a hard time with heat in pants and also pee Aether: Peeing in heat pants Mountain: Not Dew but Mountain: I'll send him over Mountain: If you send pics

[ghcstcd]

Could we get B2 with Mountain and Dewdrop? 🥰❤️ whenever you have the chance ofc!!

Cute!

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 17: Hugs, Mountain/Dewdrop (+ Aether-pillow)

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 790

    Dew was always glued to Aether while on tour – even more than he usually was on any other day of the year – so all the sudden not having Aether certainly flipped the little Fire Ghoul’s world around. Dew was typically on the phone with his beloved Quint every chance they got and Dew had brought some of Aether’s clothes with him to sleep with for their scent. But, one remedy that often helped was finding the company of his remaining summoning-mate.

    Mountain and Dew’s relationship had been very understated over the years. They always knew they had each other, and Dew was forever indebted to Mountain for all he did while Dew recovered from his element transition, however they were far from the boldest couple in the pack.

    But one night on tour, Dew had a rather sad look in his eyes. Mountain knew that Dew was roomed alone that night and couldn’t call Aether as he was working overnight in the infirmary. So, as they were loading back onto the bus, Mountain went to Dew’s bunk and crouched next to it.

    “Waterlily? You okay?” He asked softly, brushing aside the long curtain of blond hair.

    “Miss him.” Dew said, his nose buried in the pillow that wore one of Aether’s tshirts.

    “I know you do, Sprite. You want company?”

    Dew nodded and shimmied back in the bunk until Mountain could fit in. The Earth Ghoul wrapped the smaller Ghoul up in his arms with the Aether-pillow-replacement between them.

    “Do you want to stay in my room tonight?” Mountain asked softly.

    Dew looked up at Mountain with big mismatched eyes. “But… What about Rain?”

    Mountain smiled at the concern, “The girls want to spend the night with him. I’d be very appreciative of the company.” He knew Dew was more likely to accept if it was phrased as helping Mountain more than helping himself.

    The Fire Ghoul swallowed and nodded, “Okay.”

    The drummer kissed the top of his head softly with a purr.

    They stayed liked that, crushed up in the bunk until the bus came to a stop and the driver announced they were at the hotel. One of the human roadies usually went to check everyone in before coming to the buses to allocate the keys and rooms. When Mountain was handed his key, he went to get the bags so Dew could focus on protecting Aether-pillow and keep smelling it.

    The two Ghouls let out simultaneous groans as they saw the bed fitted to human standards. Maybe one day they’d be able to come to a nest and fall straight into it, they all hoped. But alas, they would never likely get such a luxury. So instead, Mountain called the front desk to get a few extra pillows and blankets sent up and left Dew to arrange the nest while he went for a long shower to help get all the grime and sweat off that the arena showers didn’t quite clean.

    Dew was always picky about the nest and it kept his mind busy for a while other than wallowing after Aether. And by the time Mountain was done washing himself and his long hair, now tied back in a bun on the back of his head, there was a great nest ready, with Aether-pillow taking pride of placement in the centre.

    “Looks great, Droplet.” Mountain smiled and kissed Dew gently on the forehead.

    Dew smiled and fidgeted with the hem of Aether’s shirt – that was pretty much a dress on him – as he leaned into the kiss.

    “Shall we get cosy, order some food and see if Aether’s going on break soon so we can call him?”

    “Sounds good to me. Room service doesn’t look too bad here.” Dew said as he pointed at the menu on the bedside.

    Mountain laid down in the nest, and Dew followed, snuggling into his side and nuzzling his fur softly. They both settled on classic steaks with thick cut chips and peppercorn sauce, Dew getting a side of spicy chicken wings and Mountain a salad with some drinks too.

    They called Aether for ten minutes as they waited for the food to come and hung up as it arrived so the Quint back home wasn’t forced to look at food he couldn’t eat.

    After the plates were empty, they both settled into the nest for the night with Aether-pillow, saying soft praises for how they did at the Ritual, falling asleep with their foreheads against one another, smiles on their faces and their tails twined together.

    Their hearts matched the other’s beats just as their instruments did on stage, always finding such a unique and inexplicable comfort with each other that could never be compared to anything else.

[divine-misfortune]

Mountain doesn't like mandarins. They're too sweet for his tastes and the smell of citrus lingers on his fingers far too long for his liking.

But after Dew's core element was ripped from his body and replaced with smoke and ash, he was frail and near catatonic for weeks. Getting him to eat was an uphill battle that not even Aether could seem to manage somedays without the help of a bit of magic persuasion. Keeping him hydrated was worse. Like every gulp of water burned his throat the whole way down. His body was trying to burn him out like a fever. Between the sweat and the tears, he barely had anything left.

The only thing he could seem to stomach were those little fruits. They were the only thing ever picked off of the breakfast Aether brought him every morning.

He never seemed to manage peeling them on his own though. Mountain watched him struggle to claw at it for a few minutes before giving up and rolling over with a growl several times, and every time he'd take the mandarin and sit at the edge of the bed. He'd peel it and nudge the little ghoul to look at him, and every time something softened in Dew's eyes when Mountain offered him a little slice of fruit.

It became a sort of habit, for Dew to lay with his head on his thigh and let Mountain feed him mandarin slices. It was the only time Dew let anyone touch him for a while.

No, Mountain doesn't enjoy mandarins in the slightest, but he still keeps a little citrus tree in the corner of the greenhouse year round. They're more trouble than they're worth to grow in his opinion, but Dew never fails to beam when Mountain settles beside him with the orange fruit that looks comedically small in his large hands.

[forlorn-crows]

mountain sitting on dews face

what r ur thots 👁👁

oh i have thots 👀

how about a lil modified 69 with these silly horny guys?

Mountain’s balls draw up for about the third time since he sat his ass on Dew’s face. He can’t help it, though, not really. Not when that hot mouth suctions to his rim and his delightfully wet tongue delves unnaturally far inside. 

His dick twitches, sending another drop of precum onto Dew’s clavicle. “Shit, sometimes I think just your tongue could make me cum,” he groans. 

Dew pulls away and grips his asscheeks hard. “It has, big guy.” The smirk in his voice is obvious, even when Mountain’s facing away from him.

“Ugh, I meant right now, asshole.”

“I’m already in—”

Dew squeaks as Mountain grabs hold of his little dick and squeezes. It drools a fat glob of precum onto his knuckles, pearly and thick. He kicks his feet against the blankets with an undignified whine.

Mountain just sighs. Strokes his thumb through the mess he’s already made. “Fuck, why’re you so cute.”

“You are suffocating my di-i-ick fucking fucker—” he wheezes. That thumb presses further into his slit, pushing down the sensitive foreskin and rubbing over the width of the head. Mountain’s slow and antagonizing with it, doing it over and over until Dew groans bodily, right into his hole. 

“Oh, Belial, do that again,” he gasps, mercifully releasing his dick. 

“How ‘bout you ask me nicely.”

Mountain scoffs. “Pleeaase moan into my ass again?”

“Uh uh. Try again,” he teases, spitting straight up into his hole and rubbing over it with the pad of his finger. 

“F-fuck—” 

“Come on, Mount, why don’t you kiss it a little? Where’s that sweet-talk, hm?” Dew rolls his hips to bounce his cock in the earth ghoul’s face where he’s crumbled to his elbows. 

He can’t help the whimper that falls from his lips. “Please. Wanna feel it,” he starts, genuine this time and much more needy. 

“I’m listening.” Dew’s tone gets softer too. He swirls around his hole, watches it clench. 

Mountain’s gasp fans hot over the head of Dew’s cock. “Gonna make you feel good so you moan and groan right into me.” He noses down the wet length and presses a kiss to the base. “Kiss you all sloppy here,” he mumbles. 

“Shit, yeah?”

“Uh huh.” His lips wrap around the side of his shaft, as promised, tongue darting out to lick at the veins. Mixing saliva into the streaks of slick. 

“Hnf, like that.” He bucks into it, balls bumping into the side of Mountain’s chin. “Fuck, sit down.” Dew digs his claws into his boney hips and forces him back onto his face, squarely onto his waiting tongue. Burying his nose between his cheeks. 

Mountain whimpers. He grips the inside of Dew’s thighs and spreads them open. Migrating from the side of his cock to swallow the whole thing down in one go.

“Ffuuu,” Dew moans right where it counts. The earth ghoul can only respond with a dumb, gurgled sound. It’s a vicious echo chamber of cause and effect, each of their actions spurring on the other in a self-imploding horny cycle. It only takes a few more minutes of impassioned attention to Mountain’s hole to get him close again, balls drawing up and mouth dragging down Dew’s dick until he’s panting into his taint. Mushy-brained and fumbling for words.

“Gonna—D-Dew,” he struggles, thighs crushing into the smaller ghoul’s ribs. Dew presses that spot inside him again—with only his tongue, how is that only his tongue?—and Mountain wheezes. His cock bobs back and forth between his stomach and Dew’s chest, splattering them both with precum that just won’t stop. 

Something that sounds vaguely like uh huh come on vibrates through his core, and that vocalization is what sends him over the edge, shooting onto the fire ghoul’s chest with a surprised shout. 

“Sh-h-hit,” he hisses against Dew’s skin, nose pressing tight to his little balls until he whimpers too. Mountain twitches through shudder after shudder. He’s pretty sure he’s drooling on Dew, but his brain’s too empty to care. 

“That’s it,” the fire ghoul coos, regaining his composure (and the upper hand). He rubs Mountain’s backside as he slowly goes limp, the bigger ghoul groaning louder when his cock finally makes contact with his own mess and grants him one last jolt of pleasure. Dew presses a kiss to his hole, tutting when it clenches. “Such a sensitive guy, aren’t you?”

Mountain gurgles something unintelligible. 

“Yeah you are.” Sadist that he is, Dew slips his pinky into that puffy, spit-coated hole, prodding until he hits the spot. Wringing a breathy, feminine moan from Mountain that he’d surely be embarrassed about, if it weren’t for all of his self-consciousness shooting out of his dick along with his load. 

He tuts again. “Be a fuckin’ shame to waste this nice wet ass, wouldn’t it?”

Mountain chirps, a questioning noise that’s almost comical, like a single question mark popping up above  his head. 

Dew smacks his ass. “Shove up, big boy, it’s my dick’s turn to be inside that tight hole.”

[ghoul-slime]

177. “stop being gentle” Mountain and Dew pretty please?

-🌺

Hello anon, I hope you are still out there somewhere! Sorry this took me so long!

Mountain/water!Dew rough sex with big emphasis on size difference. Very light breathplay, very brief mention of blood and a little bit of autofellatio (as a treat). Pretty little water ghoul wants to get tossed around a little bit.

It’s not that Dew hates the way he looks. Quite the opposite in fact, he likes his looks and he knows well that the other ghouls like the way he looks too. But Dew knows what he looks like. Small, with a slight frame, long, silky blond hair, and long, elegant limbs. He’s petite even by water ghoul standards and by far the smallest of the newly summoned ghouls. But he’s only been topside for a few weeks and it’s already starting to grate on his fucking nerves.

He doesn’t hate that he’s small either. Really, he likes it that way. What bothers him is the way the others treat him when they fuck.

Aether treats him like a princess, all soft kisses and reverent touches. Ifrit too, with his broad, muscular body and thick fingers. He fucks him like he’s made of glass. Always insisting Dew ride him, that he’s too big, could crush him if he gets on top. Even Zephyr, who he’s only ever been to bed with once so far, laid him down missionary and fucked him with a gentle, even pace.

But Dew loves all the attention, so up until now he’s held his tongue. Let the other ghouls take him how they please, hoping that they’d open up a little, stop holding back and really give it to him like he wants. The way he’d be taking it if he was still down in the pit.

So when he finds himself grinding down in the lap of the new earth ghoul, Dew decides it’s time to speak up.

Mountain has his hands wrapped around Dew’s bare middle as they kiss in his bedroom. Dew feels his hands, huge and strong, the way they almost wrap completely around him all the way. How Dew longs for him to close the distance and squeeze.

Instead, Mountain smooths his hand, feather light and teasing, up Dew’s spine. Cups his jaw and kisses him sweetly until Dew finds himself squirming in frustration.

He huffs out a breath, sets his hands on Mountain’s shoulders and pushes himself back. 

“Stop being gentle,” he grumbles, staring into Mountain’s eyes with the most intense gaze he can muster despite the blush he feels spreading across his face.

Mountain goes silent, tilts his head and looks up at him with a confused face.

“I’m not gonna break,” Dew complains. “If you’re gonna fuck me I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

Mountain opens his mouth to speak, but Dew cuts him off before he can protest. Before he can hit him with the “I just don’t want to hurt you” speech he knows he’s about to hear. 

“I’m not some dainty, delicate thing. As a matter of fact,” Dew resumes his grinding down into Mountain’s lap. Feeling the hard length of him fattening up beneath his ass. 

He leans in to whisper into Mountain’s ear. “I can do things those big, hulking ghouls can only dream of doing.”

Dew kisses him deep, wet and open-mouthed, nipping at his lips with pointed fangs as he digs his hips into Mountain’s lap, getting him fully hard and panting before he’s pulling away.

“Think you can do that for me, big guy?” Dew teases.

Mountain responds by digging his fingers into Dew’s ribs, squeezing his big hands together, and leaning in to mouth at Dew’s neck. He sucks a bruise into his pulse point, sinks his fangs into the soft flesh of his shoulder. Dew hisses when teeth break skin, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants in response as Mountain laps at him with a pleased little hum. He dives in to kiss Dew, letting him taste the hint of blood on his lips before he’s smiling against him.

“Gonna give you just what you need, little water ghoul,” Mountain promises. And then he’s tipping Dew back onto the sheets. Reaching down to yank Dew’s jeans and briefs off with in one swoop, getting Dew spread out naked and hard, chest heaving as Mountain shucks his own clothes, arranges himself against the headboard and motions for Dew to flip himself over.

“Why don’t you start by showing me that wet little hole?” Mountain asks and Dew’s face goes hot, the earth ghoul’s words traveling straight to his cock as it twitches out a spurt of precum in response. Dew feels it dribble down his shaft as he gets himself on his hands and knees for Mountain. Presses his face into the sheets and reaches back to spread himself open with both hands and runs one finger through the wet slick of his ass, dripping ever since Mountain sank his fangs into him. He sinks the tip of his index finger inside, pulling it back out shiny and slick. 

Mountain groans at the sight, curling one hand around his dick as Dew clenches his hole around nothing, all pink and slick, and starting to drip with telltale water ghoul arousal.

Dew feels the mattress dip as Mountain moves, and then he’s being hoisted into the air, legs kicking out in front of him as Mountain wraps his huge hands around his waist, pulling him back until he feels that big, fat cock of his pressing against his ass. 

Mountain leans in, growls into his ear, “Gonna fill you up with my cock, little ghoul. Gonna stick it inside you and not stop until you feel it,” he pauses, taps two fingers against the skin beneath Dew’s belly button twice, “right here.”

It’s all the warning Dew gets before Mountain is pushing inside him, the blunt, flared head of his cock breaching his rim, stretching him open. Dew cries out, feeling like the air has been punched out of his lungs as Mountain pushes inside inch by inch, filling him up until their hips sit flush together.

He gets only a moment to adjust to the impossible stretch of Mountain inside him before he’s gripping Dew’s waist, pulling him up and off his cock and then sinking him back down again. Dew cries out, legs scrabbling and hands reaching back to grip Mountain’s forearms as he fucks him, pulling him up and down his shaft like he weighs nothing.

Like he’s a toy.

Dew groans, feels helpless as Mountain moves his little body as he pleases, fucks him deep, feeling every inch of the earth ghoul’s massive cock filling him up and stretching him out. And then Mountain stops, buried to the hilt inside Dew’s quaking body. He holds him there stuck on his cock, and presses on his belly with one big hand. Whispers into Dew’s ear.

“I can feel it inside you. Right here. Just like I said I would.”

Dew sobs with it, claws at Mountain’s hand to replace it with his own. He presses down, feeling the swell of Mountain inside him, the telltale bulge of it through his stomach. Dew’s cock aches, drips with need. He thinks he can cum like this, with Mountain buried impossibly deep in him, feeling the pressure of him from inside and out.

Instead Mountain lifts Dew up, pulls him off his cock with a wet, slick sound. Dew whines when Mountain presses him down onto his back, keeps pushing at his legs and hips until his skinny body is folded nearly in half, bony knees held all the way down level with his ears.

Mountain grips his thighs and pushes back in again. Dew howls, feeling the air squeezed out of his lungs with the way he’s bent in half, the bruising grip of Mountain’s fingers wrapped around his thighs, the burning stretch of his cock bullying its way back into his puffy, abused little hole.

Dew starts to babble, bordering on incoherent as Mountain’s pace picks up. He distantly realizes he’s drooling as Mountain continues to fuck him with deep, rapid strokes that hit his prostate dead on each time. He’s a wet mess of sweat and drool, slick, and pre. With how good it all feels, Dew’s sure he’ll be adding tears to the mix soon enough.

Mountain presses in, bending Dew even farther, until all the air’s squeezed out of his lungs and his face goes crimson. A tear slips down his cheek as his head lolls to the side and Dew babbles and begs for more.

Mountain grabs his face with one hand, turning his head toward him and pressing his fingers together, prying his jaw open at the hinges as he continues to fuck into him. Presses him in half, until he’s forcing Dew’s flushed, wet cockhead into his own face.

“Stick your tongue out,” Mountain growls. “Stick your tongue out and lick yourself.”

With each thrust from Mountain Dew’s cock bounces closer to his own lips, shiny pink and sticky at the tip. Dew does as he’s asked, opens wide and sticks out his tongue, strains forward as Mountain pushes at his hips until he’s dragging the tip of his tongue across his slit, lapping up a salty, sweet bead of his own precum.

They groan in unison as Dew’s tongues at himself, able to make contact with each push of Mountain’s hips.

“Good boy,” Mountain praises him. “Knew you could do it for me.”

Mountain pulls back and Dew inhales gasping lungfuls of air as the pressure on his ribcage eases off.

“Want you to wrap your lips around it now. Can you do that for me?”

Dew nods furiously and opens his mouth, waiting for more. 

Mountain pushes in again, pressing down with steady pressure until Dew can hardly breathe, until his face is flushed and he’s sweating with the exertion, reaching out and straining with his lips until he makes contact once again with the sticky head of his own cock.

Dew squeezes his eyes shut, wet lashes squeezing out another tear to run down his cheek as he wraps his lips around himself, just barely able to suckle himself at the very tip. He chokes in a shallow breath and sucks as best he can. He’s dizzy with it. The stretch of Mountain inside him. How full he feels with the hard length of his cock driving in and out of his body. The sensation of his lips wrapped around his own cock is like nothing he’s ever experienced. 

Dew feels his cock kick in his mouth as Mountain continues to bully his prostate, rapid thrusts bouncing his hips and forcing his cock deeper into his own mouth. Dew feels his orgasm crashing toward him from all sides.

Mountain sees it. “Gonna cum in your own mouth?” he asks, exertion in his voice evident as his pace becomes more erratic. “Gonna eat it all up and swallow it down for me?”

Dew hollows his cheeks around himself and nods, squeezes his eyes shut tight. Gives a feeble attempt to gurgle out an affirmative with his mouth full of himself. The sensations are too much, Dew feels so good he’s lightheaded with it. The feel of Mountain filling him up from the inside, the stretch and burn of his muscles as he works to maintain contact. The wet, hot feel of his own mouth around his twitching, aching cock. 

Dew pulls off, rears back and cries out as he starts to cum. Mountain reaches forward to grab his cock, takes aim directly at Dew’s wide open mouth. Dew’s eyes roll back into his head and he sticks out his tongue, letting Mountain feed his own release to him. He feels himself spurt, hot and thick, across his tongue, onto his lips. Dew laps it up, swipes his sticky tongue across his lips and swallows down every single drop for Mountain.

Mountain crashes his lips into Dew’s, licking into his mouth to taste it for himself. And then he’s cumming with a groan, painting Dew’s insides with his own release.

Mountain eases Dew back into the sheets, lets him catch his breath. He pulls out, watching Dew wince at the feeling of being empty again. He lays down next to the little ghoul, brushes a few tangled strands of blond hair from his face and leans in for a long, slow kiss.

“Holy shit, you are amazing,” Mountain laughs. He presses another kiss to Dew’s forehead, right between his horns. “Never seen anyone do that before.” He chuckles again.

Dew just raises a shaky arm and offers a feeble thumbs up with his eyes still closed and a proud, toothy little grin plastered across his lips, still shining pink and wet with his own release and Mountain’s kisses.

“Told you so,” Dew croaks out and lets his arm fall to the sheets beside his head. Mountain threads his fingers into Dew’s hair and scratches at his scalp. Dew purrs with it. He’s spent and happy, sore in all the best ways and perfectly sated.

“Nap time?” Mountain offers, hopeful. “We can get cleaned up later.”

Dew just nods, lets Mountain crowd in and wrap an arm around his waist. Feels him nuzzle soft and sweet into his sweaty hair.

Dew scoots closer and purrs louder, and thinks maybe he doesn’t mind getting treated like a princess if it means he gets to have this too.

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 14 : Silly Baby Talk

Dew loves to indulge Mountain's needy cuddles 🥰

(consider this as formal apology for yesterday's angsty drawing 🥺)

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!! ✨

[palesweetsdeer]

hiii i was wondering if you can draw some mount Dew art

I love that ship so much and and i would really like to see them in your style!!

I love them, they’re stupid. Also, size difference go brrrrr

[thelampisaflashlight]

Dew, wearing a floral shirt: "Okay, ladies, what do we think? Is this too much?" Cumulus, looking at the pattern: "It's very... Georgia O'Keeffe." Cirrus, tilting her head: "It reminds me of... her." Aurora, without subtlety: "It reads pussy, literal." Dew, looking at his shirt: "You're not wrong, but I need to know if it's too pussy, or just enough pussy." Cumulus: "Who did you say you're going out on a date with tonight?" Dew: "Mountain." All Three: "He won't notice." Dew, clicking his tongue, going back into the bathroom: "Mist, I need a cuntier shirt, I need that man hot and distracted-"

[bonesy-doodles]

And the Ghouls are done! They are all soooo,,, twirls hair,,,, Tell me who's your favorite!!! And don't be afraid to ask for my ghouls head canons!!! I'd love to share <33333

[iamthecomet]

Kinktober - Day 19 - Hate Sex

1.4k of sort of angsty Born Under A Troubled Sign - style Mountain/Dew hate fucking. Including rough sex, improper prep, some angst, knotting, overstimulation. Could be read as dubious consent but everyone is fully aware and on board with what they're doing despite the pheromones and emotions at play.

No need to read Born Under a Troubled Sign to know what's happening. But if you haven't and you like angst you should check it out.

Dew thought this would never happen again. That Mountain would never look at him like this. That he’d never feel the calloused drag of Mountain’s hands over his ribs. That he would never feel small like this again. 

Mountain’s fingers dig in and Dew knows he should pull away. Mountain’s eyes are clouded. He’s not himself. Deep in his rut, mind fuzzy. Body driven by instinct rather than heart and Dew knows deep in his bones that if Mountain was thinking clearly he wouldn’t do this. 

And so, Dew should stop him. Should grab Mountain by the wrists before his hands slide any higher. Before rough thumbs pass over his nipples, hook into the rings there, pull until Dew gasps. 

Dew should stop him but he doesn’t. He’s hard. Mountain’s knee is pressed tight between his legs, and Dew’s rolling his hips up against Mountain’s thigh with very little thought. He hasn’t been pinned beneath this big body in months. Hasn’t smelled him like this, looked at him like this. And Dew doesn’t want to stop. 

Not when Mountain is gazing down at him with lust blown eyes. An expression Dew thought he lost to his own bad choices. His chest constricts, heart hurting in his chest, but he can’t stop. Won’t. He wants it, needs it. 

“Mount,” he whispers. Hoping that Mountain can break free of this spell himself. That Dew doesn’t have to be the one to stop it because he doesn’t trust himself. If he talks to Mountain enough. Reminds him who is pinned beneath him, maybe he’ll back off on his own. It’ll probably break Dew’s heart but that’s nothing new. 

“Mountain,” he tries again. Reaching up to cup Mountain’s face between his hands, to force the bigger ghoul to look at him–really look at him. Mountain snarls at him, teeth bared. He shakes out of Dew’s grip. 

And Dew feels the gravity of what is really happening set in. Mountain knows. Of course he does. Even fucked up on pheromones he can’t forget. He knows and he’s still thumbing over one of Dew’s nipples. Still pressing his thigh tight to Dew’s aching cock. 

Dew doesn’t know if the tightening in his chest is joy or dread. He presses a palm to the back of Mountain’s neck, holds on. Fingers stroking into the soft baby hairs there. Familiar. Like he’s finally come home. 

“It’s just this once,” Mountain grits out. Fumbling with his zipper. Reaching for Dew’s so he can pull them off of Dew’s skinny hips. It’s all moving so fast. Dew can’t quite catch up. Mind hazy from the scent of Mountain’s rut. From the way it feels to be under him again–he can’t hope to get himself on level ground. 

“Just let me,” Mountain continues. “Just once. I need it–I need–”

Dew nods. Hauling himself up to nose at Mountain’s neck. To fill himself on the scent of evergreen and juniper. He presses open mouthed kisses over Mountain’s skin, salty with sweat. 

“Just this once, Mount.” 

Dew wonders if Mountain knows it’s a lie. If they’re both just lying to themselves and each other about what this is going to do to them. It won’t make it better. He thinks they’ll probably do this again. Denial coursing through both of their bodies as they ruin each other. 

Mountain flips Dew over. Dew has no say in it. One moment he’s on his back and the next his face is in his own pillow. Mountain holds him down with a palm between his shoulderblades. He doesn’t have to. But Dew isn’t going to tell him that–he likes how it feels too much. To be held down. For Mountain to be a little rough with him, demanding. His stomach clenches, dick kicking between his legs, drooling precum onto the sheets. 

Mountain makes a gut punched sound as he spreads Dew open and finds him dripping with slick. Dew mirrors it when Mountain runs his finger through it. Smearing it over Dew’s already twitching hole. Pressing in with one finger just a little. Dew keens into the pillow. “Still so wet.” 

Dew doesn’t know how Mountain can talk like this. Fucked up as he is on his rut. Dew can’t form words. Not when Mountain is working him open. Pressing two fingers in to the third knuckle and scissoring them apart. 

“So warm,” Mountain says, reverence coloring his tone and Dew flushes, hiding his face in his pillow as he whimpers. He feels like he’s the one in heat. Rocking back against Mountain’s fingers, desperate for something else that sounds like a compliment. “Bet you’re still just as tight too.” 

Dew hiccups. Rolling his hips back as Mountain pets his fingers over Dew’s prostate. “Satanas, fuck Mountain just fuck me already. End this.” 

Before everything Mountain would have chided him for that. Even in a rut he always was level-headed enough to be gentle. But Dew doesn’t get that luxury this time. Mountain laughs at him, low and cruel and then his fingers are gone. Replaced by the blunt head of his cock. Pushing in. It’s a stretch, even with Dew’s copious slick. The burn isn’t unpleasant. It doesn’t hurt so much as it does overwhelm. Dew digs his teeth into his pillow. Ripping holes in the fabric. He’ll have to get a new one. He doesn’t care. 

Mountain’s fingers dig into his hips. He’ll have bruises. He’s glad for it. Knows he’ll replay this, dig his own fingers into those marks and cum about it later. Mountain doesn’t so much thrust as he does use Dew to fuck himself. Pushing and pulling the little ghoul. Dragging him up and down the bed as he pulls him onto his cock. Grunting and swearing as Dew bears down on him and wails each time Mountain bumps against his prostate. 

“Mount–touch me.” Dew’s lost to it, realizes it as the words tumble out of his mouth. He’s somewhere else–another time. Each rough thrust driving sense further and further away from him. 

“Touch yourself,” Mountain growls. Giving up on using Dew as a toy and snapping his hips forward. Driving Dew up the bed until his horns gouge into the headboard.

Dew hiccups on a sob and shoves his hand down between them. Getting a fist around his cock. Hot and twitching in his hand. Pre dribbling over his fingers. Each of Mountain’s thrusts fucks his dick into his own fist. He twists his hand up by the head the way Mountain always did for him. 

For a minute, Dew’s not sure he’ll cum at all, no matter how hard he is. Each of Mountain’s thrusts seeks to overwhelm, to claim. It’s too much. Dew can’t muddle through the sensations to find the right ones. But then his orgasm is roaring up on him. Unexpected. Dragging through his veins like electricity until he’s wailing with it. Shooting boiling hot over his own knuckles. Clenching down hard on Mountain, more slick drooling out of his hole as Mountain fucks him with abandon.  The edge of his knot bumping against Dew’s rim, pushing in a little further each time. Dew sags. Tears biting at the corner of his eyes. Body gone boneless as Mountain rails him. Cock twitching valiantly between his legs as Mountain abuses his prostate. It really is too much now, and Dew is about to say as much when Mountain shoves his knot in. Dew sobs with it–the sound drown out by Mountain’s growl as he cums. Holding Dew tight to him. Cock twitching and spitting deep inside of Dew’s body. 

Time suspends, stretches, as they both pant. Dew’s throat burns. Body sore and satisfied but mind racing. Fingers clenched tight in his sheets. Afraid to move, afraid to look at Mountain and see hatred on his face even after all of this. 

Mountain sits back on his haunches and pulls Dew with him. Almost sitting him on his lap except for how Dew stays hunched over. 

Mountain reaches down, he strokes some of Dew’s hair out of his face so he can see him. Tucking golden locks behind his ear with gentleness that makes Dew’s chest ache. 

“Sorry,” Mountain whispers. “I should have been–”

Dew shakes his head. “Don’t.”  Mountain goes quiet. He lets Dew slump back to the bed. He pets Dew’s spine with slow soothing strokes that make the burning in Dew’s throat worse. He’s exhausted, fucked out, hazy. He wants to reach up and pull Mountain down with him. Wants to spoon while they wait for Moutnain’s knot to go down. He doesn’t. That feels more intimate than this. It’s a thing for people who actually like each other.

Tears well in Dew’s eyes. He bites back a sob and promises himself he won’t cry until Mountain’s gone.