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Mushy May Day 2: morning routine

Prompts by @forlorn-crows! Sfw 600 words

Read under cut or find all my mushy may on ao3

Zephrit gets ready for Sunday service <3

Zephyr shoved their face further into ifrits chest as his alarm blared through the room. Cinnamon and vanilla woven into a faded t shirt that they’re sure has more than a couple holes in it. They could feel the fire ghoul raise his arms from around zephyrs shoulders and stretch, popping his back before running his fingers through their hair.

“Time to get up moth”

They groaned in annoyance, somehow hoping that if they simply got deeper under the blankets that ifrit would leave them alone. This however was contested by ifrit standing up, leaving zephyrs side cold. Cruelty, is what it was.

“We have mass my love. I promise we can sleep the rest of the day afterwards” ifrit gently pulled the covers down to at least show zephyrs face. A warm flush from sleeping against ifrits body heat, hair askew. They were cute in the mornings, much clingier than usual that ifrit usually couldn’t stand to give up.

“Tell papa I died. Tragic plane accident. You need to stay here and mourn” they mumbled, pulling the blanket back up over them.

“If my pretty bird is dead then how will I cuddle them and make sure they’re warm and loved when we get back?”

There was a loud groan from under the blanket before it was dramatically kicked off, a grumpy looking zephyr revealed from beneath it. Ifrit smiled and held out his hand, pulling them up and leading them to the bathroom to get ready. Usually things were quick, a simple 10 minutes to do the basics and throw on whatever in order to either do different tasks around the abbey or stay in with the other ghouls. Sundays were different however, needing to look nice and presentable in uniform for papa and the siblings. A pillar of obedience and a stellar image for the clergy.

Still didn’t prevent any of them from complaining about all of it needing to be done at a truly ungodly hour.

Ifrit had the shower on and turned to just the place zephyr liked (neatly marked on the faucet just in case either of them forgot) before zeph was even finished undressing. They stepped in and relaxed into the spray, ifrit slotting behind them to pull their hair out of the bun they had slept in. It was a quick enough routine once they had gotten a hang of it, ifrit washing their hair while they ran a washcloth over his body, and switching once zephyr had conditioner in their hair so it could sit.

“Remind me to buy you real shampoo” zephyr mumbled, pouring the almost offensively neon blue liquid into their hands. Some generic 3 in 1 that was vaguely “fresh” scented, but smelled mostly like cheap cologne. Nothing that couldn’t be covered up by body wash and ifrits regular cologne but still made zephyr roll their eyes.

“This is real shampoo! It says it on the bottle”

“It’s also $2, who’s money are you trying to save??? We use papas credit card”

“I like the color, fancy shampoo is always like … white. I like the blue”

Zeph pulled ifrits head back into the stream of water, raking their hands through to get rid of the suds. They sighed when he stood up straight to look down at them with a stupid smile. He was lucky he was cute they guess, the dumb decision didn’t stop them from pinching his butt with a snort.

“You’re lucky I think you’re pretty firefly”

“You think I’m pretty???” Ifrit laughed

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cumulus!!

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i offered to write dew/mountain for @autumnblooms' birthday (that i didn't even know was today, i stg we need a group calendar), and she said 'bet, here's a WIP of them for your inspiration'---okay they didn't say it exactly like that, but you get it.

happy birthday, kate!!

554 words of mount and dew gettin' frisky. dew wore a little bit of jewelry for the big guy, and it's clear he likes it very much. short mention of trans!dew at the end <3

“You put this on just for me?” Mountain teases. The delicate chain around Dew’s waist glints as the earth ghoul turns it between his fingers. Twirling it around to watch the gold of it glitter and gleam. 

Dew hums and loops his arms around Mountain’s shoulders. “‘Course I did. Know how much you like a little decoration.” Dew moves his hips where his jeans sit purposefully low. The pentacle that adorns the end of the chain sways against the dark denim. 

Mountain smiles. “Taking after Rain, are you?”

Dew just rolls his eyes. “Like it?”

“I do,” Mountain rumbles, easily slipping a thigh between Dew’s legs. “I really do.” Mountain backs him up until his shins hit the end of the bed and tugs on the chain to keep him from slipping too far away. 

Dew’s mouth drops open in a quiet gasp as the earth ghoul presses close. Dragging their noses against each other until Dew’s lips surge forward in a quick nip of a kiss. “Should show me how much you like it,” he muses. 

“Yeah? You know what I think, firefly?” Mountain plays with the cropped hem of Dew’s shirt, slipping his hand up the back and splaying his fingers across the space between his shoulder blades. 

Dew dances his lips across the bigger ghoul’s. “Tell me,” he whispers. Purring at every touch.

“I think,” Mountain lilts, “it would look even better,” he lets the chain slip from his other hand, gliding those fingers instead up the smooth plane of Dew’s stomach, just until he’s grazing the rings threaded through his nipples, “paired with just these. Nothing else. Spread out on my bed like a sparkling yellow sapphire.”

“Oh.” Dew’s eyes flutter shut, and his grin quirks against Mountain’s mouth. He bucks into the thigh between his legs. “Fuckin’ charmer today, huh, big guy?”

“Easy to be charming when there’s a hot, sexy fire ghoul already in my arms,” Mountain purrs. He kisses him then, thumbing across one of his nipples before wrapping both of his arms around Dew’s slight body. “Fuck, Dew, you’re gorgeous,” he groans. 

Mountain grips the back of his shirt, moaning when Dew opens up so easily for him. Lets him slip his tongue in to taste him. Lets him thread his long fingers into his hair and hold.

Dew gasps and arches against him. “Hah—know how to treat a girl, don’t you?”

Mountain laughs. “What?”

Dew tsks. Nips at Mountain’s jaw. “Y’know. Pull my hair . . . call me pretty?”

“Mmn.” The earth ghoul rumbles through another laugh, claiming him in another kiss. “Guess I did do that,” he says. Mountain slides his hand back down to the chain around Dew’s waist, delicate gold against his calloused fingertips. But he doesn’t linger on it too long. Instead, he trails his fingers down, down, down—down through the sparse, fine trail of hair under his navel that leads him right where he wants to go. 

“That what you want?” he continues, hand slipping into Dew’s boxers and finding him hard and slick between his thighs. The fire ghoul whines into his mouth and clings to Mountain’s shoulders. Rocking against the fingers sneaking in between his folds. 

“Shit—”

“Want me to treat you right?”

“Yes,” Dew groans, already pulling Mountain down onto the bed. “Fuckin’ yes, get your stupid clothes off—”

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Mushy May Day 2: Morning Routine - Mountain/Rain

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 - 1k A little bit of fade-to-black smut at the end. Terms used for Rain's anatomy - breasts and cunt.

    Mountain liked to wake up early with the sunrise. He liked to see the world start to wake up, hear the birds chirping in the trees, and see the nocturnal life start to return to their homes. As the first signs of light appeared above the horizon, his eyes would flutter open and he wouldn’t move too much as he could never dream of disturbing the Water Ghoul he always had in his arms.

    He looked to see his still-sleeping mate curled against his side, his head over Mountain’s fuzzy chest to hear his heartbeat. The Earth Ghoul always loved to take the first 10 minutes of his day to wake up and watch Rain who looked so perfectly peaceful like this.

    He kissed the top of his mate’s head softly before carefully moving him so he could get up. And when he knew Rain was still asleep, he threw on a hoodie and jeans – cuffing the ankles so they wouldn't get too dirty – and went out to the kitchen to get a mug of coffee. He’d stand by the window to the den the Ghouls called home and meditate for a little while until the sun was higher in the sky before taking his coffee down to the greenhouse. Some plants needed some care early in the mornings, and he liked doing the work anyway while the grounds were quiet.

    His bare feet padded along the stone floors to the Abbey as he wandered out to the dew-slicked grass and purred at the feeling of the soil on his soles, wiggling his toes into it and feeling the energy travel along each vein like a vine. The chill in the air pierced his nostrils and it was so peaceful, he almost felt as if he could hear Eden whispering Her wills to him.

    He finished his coffee in the greenhouse as he got his early work done – figuring out what needs to be organised for the day, materials he needs to order, invoices to be filled and the like – all while appreciating the silence of the world. When he’d come back down later in the day, he had music on to drown out the hum of Ministry life, though for now, it was peaceful bliss in the Ministry often chok-full with life.

    When he got back up to the den, Dew and Sunshine were up too as both their Fire elements also made them early risers, their energies following the sun that forged their magic. Mountain put his mug in the sink and got two fresh ones out for the next part of his routine. He selected whatever tea blend he felt like would be a good one for the day and fell on lemon and ginger. He added just under a teaspoon of honey to his mate’s mug and let the bag in his own mug steep for a bit longer, always preferring a stronger kick to his drinks.

    When the mugs were to his and the Water Ghoul’s likings, he took them back to their room, placing them down at the side of the nest before removing his clothes once more and bringing Rain back into his arms.

    Rain always loved to wake up with his nose nuzzled into his mate’s chest, inhaling his woody, natural scent and feeling his toned pecks under his cheek. He loved the feeling of those strong arms wrapped around him and the nose nuzzled into his hair with loud purrs. He stirred as he woke up and returned his mate’s purr.

    “Mmm… Mornin’.” Rain said groggily.

    “Good morning, my heart.” Mountain returned softly.

    Rain basked in the love he always felt from Mountain as he got his brain cells all awake and in order, slowly sitting up more so he could drink the tea Mountain always brought in for him as he isn’t a big coffee fan unless they’re on tour.

    Sometimes they enjoyed simple silence while drinking their mugs, sometimes Mountain would tell Rain about the greenhouse and other times they’d listen to music. Today was silence, though neither minded one bit. They let their hot drinks warm them and invigorate them for their day ahead as they basked in the other’s hold. Rain passed his mug to Mountain when he was done and he placed them a safe distance away from the edge of the nest, turning back to find his mate’s face in front of his for whatever came after.

    Rain leaned up to kiss his mate softly, eyes closing with a purr as Mountain kissed back. The Earth Ghoul placed one hand on Rain’s cheek, and the other around his mate’s body and held him close. Rain’s hand laid on Mountain’s chest, and the other by his hip, pressing as close against Mountain as he could.

    Mountain tightened the hold he had on Rain, feeling his mate’s small breasts press against one side of his chest and purred at the contact while their heartbeats seemed to sync up. Like usual, Rain was the one to deepen the kiss first, moving to straddle his mate’s thighs.

    Mountain’s hands found residence on Rain’s hips, and Rain’s on Mountain’s face as they continued kissing, remapping every detail of their other’s mouth. And when it inevitably became something a little more, Mountain could only marvel at how gorgeous Rain’s face looked scrunched up in pleasure and lit by the early rays of the morning sun.

     They basked again in their afterglow, focusing on the presence of the other as Mountain’s knot caught in Rain’s cunt and kept them tied together until the sun was high in the sky and then den was bustling with the life of their pack getting up and going to work.

    They stayed in silence still, appreciating the moment together and loving every bit of their morning routine. It may be a little impractical at times, but it was theirs and they loved it just as much as they loved each other.

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i offered to write dew/mountain for @autumnblooms' birthday (that i didn't even know was today, i stg we need a group calendar), and she said 'bet, here's a WIP of them for your inspiration'---okay they didn't say it exactly like that, but you get it.

happy birthday, kate!!

554 words of mount and dew gettin' frisky. dew wore a little bit of jewelry for the big guy, and it's clear he likes it very much. short mention of trans!dew at the end <3

“You put this on just for me?” Mountain teases. The delicate chain around Dew’s waist glints as the earth ghoul turns it between his fingers. Twirling it around to watch the gold of it glitter and gleam. 

Dew hums and loops his arms around Mountain’s shoulders. “‘Course I did. Know how much you like a little decoration.” Dew moves his hips where his jeans sit purposefully low. The pentacle that adorns the end of the chain sways against the dark denim. 

Mountain smiles. “Taking after Rain, are you?”

Dew just rolls his eyes. “Like it?”

“I do,” Mountain rumbles, easily slipping a thigh between Dew’s legs. “I really do.” Mountain backs him up until his shins hit the end of the bed and tugs on the chain to keep him from slipping too far away. 

Dew’s mouth drops open in a quiet gasp as the earth ghoul presses close. Dragging their noses against each other until Dew’s lips surge forward in a quick nip of a kiss. “Should show me how much you like it,” he muses. 

“Yeah? You know what I think, firefly?” Mountain plays with the cropped hem of Dew’s shirt, slipping his hand up the back and splaying his fingers across the space between his shoulder blades. 

Dew dances his lips across the bigger ghoul’s. “Tell me,” he whispers. Purring at every touch.

“I think,” Mountain lilts, “it would look even better,” he lets the chain slip from his other hand, gliding those fingers instead up the smooth plane of Dew’s stomach, just until he’s grazing the rings threaded through his nipples, “paired with just these. Nothing else. Spread out on my bed like a sparkling yellow sapphire.”

“Oh.” Dew’s eyes flutter shut, and his grin quirks against Mountain’s mouth. He bucks into the thigh between his legs. “Fuckin’ charmer today, huh, big guy?”

“Easy to be charming when there’s a hot, sexy fire ghoul already in my arms,” Mountain purrs. He kisses him then, thumbing across one of his nipples before wrapping both of his arms around Dew’s slight body. “Fuck, Dew, you’re gorgeous,” he groans. 

Mountain grips the back of his shirt, moaning when Dew opens up so easily for him. Lets him slip his tongue in to taste him. Lets him thread his long fingers into his hair and hold.

Dew gasps and arches against him. “Hah—know how to treat a girl, don’t you?”

Mountain laughs. “What?”

Dew tsks. Nips at Mountain’s jaw. “Y’know. Pull my hair . . . call me pretty?”

“Mmn.” The earth ghoul rumbles through another laugh, claiming him in another kiss. “Guess I did do that,” he says. Mountain slides his hand back down to the chain around Dew’s waist, delicate gold against his calloused fingertips. But he doesn’t linger on it too long. Instead, he trails his fingers down, down, down—down through the sparse, fine trail of hair under his navel that leads him right where he wants to go. 

“That what you want?” he continues, hand slipping into Dew’s boxers and finding him hard and slick between his thighs. The fire ghoul whines into his mouth and clings to Mountain’s shoulders. Rocking against the fingers sneaking in between his folds. 

“Shit—”

“Want me to treat you right?”

“Yes,” Dew groans, already pulling Mountain down onto the bed. “Fuckin’ yes, get your stupid clothes off—”

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Mushy May Day 2: Morning Routines

Mushy May put together by the wonderful @forlorn-crows

A typical morning on the Skeleta tour for Dew and Cirrus. The teeniest, tiniest bit of angst and suggestiveness, but mostly 1k of Dew being soft to his ghirls.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Dew’s eyes flick open. He stares up at a nondescript hotel ceiling. He doesn’t need to check the time to know there are five more minutes until the alarm on his phone goes off.

He doesn’t move. Takes a deep breath and prays silently, thanking the Prince for the sin of sloth before doing anything else.

Dew’s not alone in this bed, a weight resting against his side and at the very center of his chest. He cranes his neck to watch Cirrus sleep where she’s tucked into the crook of his arm, her breath coming in little cool puffs against Dew’s sternum. He doesn’t want to wake her, but they have places to be soon. And besides, it’ll be a nicer wake up call than a blaring alarm.

He cards spindly fingers through Cirrus’s pin straight hair, marveling at how the navy strands catch the sunlight leaking in and cast iridescent. “Mornin’, pretty bird,” he whispers, kicking up into a low purr. He reaches over with his free arm and shuts off his alarm.

Cirrus shifts, groaning as she stretches her legs. “Don’t wanna get up,” she mumbles, eyes not yet open.

“I know,” he purrs. Dew never once stops the motion of his hand in her hair. “But Papa’s going to have our heads if we’re not on time.”

“Five more minutes?” she pleads. Dew cranes his neck again to kiss right between her horns.

“I’d let you, but last time I did, it turned into twenty and we almost missed the bus, pretty raven,” he says. He yawns, pearly fangs on full display. He wouldn’t mind the extra sleep in an actual bed, but he’s promised himself that he’d be the responsible one. “Come on, baby, up and at ‘em. The sooner you get showered, the sooner we can go have breakfast and call Cue and Aeth.”

The promise of talking to her mate does the trick, and Cirrus stretches out fully before sitting up with a groan. Dew hates pulling that card, but he knows how each member of his pack ticks and will use every trick in the book. Dew follows her up, kicking the scratchy bedding down to the foot of the bed as he stretches and licks his lips. He opens the blackout curtains, casting the room in brilliant bright light.

Cirrus rummages through her bags, the hem of one of Mountain’s shirts riding up to show the edge of her boxers and the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs as she leans over the second, untouched bed. Dew watches unashamedly as he undoes the braid he’d put in his hair in after showering backstage last night. They’re both creatures of lust, he cannot be blamed. And the wink Cirrus throws him as she heads to the bathroom is the cherry on top.

Despite the obvious interest, there’s no time for anything remotely close to fun. They’d both been too exhausted to even consider going at it last night. Dew dresses in a band shirt he thinks originally belonged to Rain, hops and jumps and pulls at his too-skinny skinny jeans as Cirrus showers in the other room. He prays that the room below him has no occupants.

Next, he peers at himself in the mirror by the door. With hair as straight as Cirrus’s normally, sleeping with it damp and braided tight leaves it a frizzy mess. He brushes it out as thoroughly as he can before tying it up in a neat bun at the nape of his neck.

The shower shuts off, and Dew rolls his shoulders, wincing as one protests a little at the motion. He makes a note to talk to Aeon later and stretch more often to avoid aggravating the old injury.

Cirrus steps out of the bathroom, hair wrung out and hanging down her back over her shirt, leaving a large splotch of damp fabric. Her brow furrows when she sees the look on Dew’s face.

“You good, firecracker?” She asks, tossing her pajamas back into her bag to deal with later.

“Nothing worse than normal,” Dew replies easily, smoothing a hand back over his hair. “You ready?”

Cirrus pulls out the desk chair and sits down with her back to Dew. He smiles, walks to her and sets his warm hands on her shoulders; she visibly relaxes under the heat. “Thank you, Dew,” she says, and Dew does not like hearing the note of sorrow in her tone. He knows who usually does this for her. He leans over and kisses her temple.

“Don’t thank me,” he whispers, carding his fingers through her hair. The heat starts to dry the damp strands. “You’re my pack, I will happily do this for you.”

Cirrus nods slightly, not enough to tug at Dew’s grip on her hair. Those deft, thin fingers start to braid, gathering all of her blue black hair into one braid. His element leaves each strand completely dry.

Dew prays again, silently as he works. Thanks the Prince for his pride. When he reaches the end of her hair, tying it off with a black elastic he’s kept around his wrist, does he speak aloud. “Nema,” he breathes.

Cirrus echoes. He doesn’t need to ask for what she’d been praying for.

She stands and takes a deep breath. Her glamour slips over her like the shimmer of air in summer heat. Dew is quick to copy her. “Is it breakfast time, raven?” he asks, offering her his elbow like an old fashioned gentleman.

It makes her laugh as she slips her arm into his, which is all Dew can hope for.

“Let’s go get breakfast. And coffee,” she says, smiling brightly and nudging his temple with hers.

“And coffee,” Dew agrees with a yawn. They unlock the hotel door. Dew makes sure he has his wallet in his pocket before it latches behind them on their search for food and caffeine and, most importantly, the rest of their pack.

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i offered to write dew/mountain for @autumnblooms' birthday (that i didn't even know was today, i stg we need a group calendar), and she said 'bet, here's a WIP of them for your inspiration'---okay they didn't say it exactly like that, but you get it.

happy birthday, kate!!

554 words of mount and dew gettin' frisky. dew wore a little bit of jewelry for the big guy, and it's clear he likes it very much. short mention of trans!dew at the end <3

“You put this on just for me?” Mountain teases. The delicate chain around Dew’s waist glints as the earth ghoul turns it between his fingers. Twirling it around to watch the gold of it glitter and gleam. 

Dew hums and loops his arms around Mountain’s shoulders. “‘Course I did. Know how much you like a little decoration.” Dew moves his hips where his jeans sit purposefully low. The pentacle that adorns the end of the chain sways against the dark denim. 

Mountain smiles. “Taking after Rain, are you?”

Dew just rolls his eyes. “Like it?”

“I do,” Mountain rumbles, easily slipping a thigh between Dew’s legs. “I really do.” Mountain backs him up until his shins hit the end of the bed and tugs on the chain to keep him from slipping too far away. 

Dew’s mouth drops open in a quiet gasp as the earth ghoul presses close. Dragging their noses against each other until Dew’s lips surge forward in a quick nip of a kiss. “Should show me how much you like it,” he muses. 

“Yeah? You know what I think, firefly?” Mountain plays with the cropped hem of Dew’s shirt, slipping his hand up the back and splaying his fingers across the space between his shoulder blades. 

Dew dances his lips across the bigger ghoul’s. “Tell me,” he whispers. Purring at every touch.

“I think,” Mountain lilts, “it would look even better,” he lets the chain slip from his other hand, gliding those fingers instead up the smooth plane of Dew’s stomach, just until he’s grazing the rings threaded through his nipples, “paired with just these. Nothing else. Spread out on my bed like a sparkling yellow sapphire.”

“Oh.” Dew’s eyes flutter shut, and his grin quirks against Mountain’s mouth. He bucks into the thigh between his legs. “Fuckin’ charmer today, huh, big guy?”

“Easy to be charming when there’s a hot, sexy fire ghoul already in my arms,” Mountain purrs. He kisses him then, thumbing across one of his nipples before wrapping both of his arms around Dew’s slight body. “Fuck, Dew, you’re gorgeous,” he groans. 

Mountain grips the back of his shirt, moaning when Dew opens up so easily for him. Lets him slip his tongue in to taste him. Lets him thread his long fingers into his hair and hold.

Dew gasps and arches against him. “Hah—know how to treat a girl, don’t you?”

Mountain laughs. “What?”

Dew tsks. Nips at Mountain’s jaw. “Y’know. Pull my hair . . . call me pretty?”

“Mmn.” The earth ghoul rumbles through another laugh, claiming him in another kiss. “Guess I did do that,” he says. Mountain slides his hand back down to the chain around Dew’s waist, delicate gold against his calloused fingertips. But he doesn’t linger on it too long. Instead, he trails his fingers down, down, down—down through the sparse, fine trail of hair under his navel that leads him right where he wants to go. 

“That what you want?” he continues, hand slipping into Dew’s boxers and finding him hard and slick between his thighs. The fire ghoul whines into his mouth and clings to Mountain’s shoulders. Rocking against the fingers sneaking in between his folds. 

“Shit—”

“Want me to treat you right?”

“Yes,” Dew groans, already pulling Mountain down onto the bed. “Fuckin’ yes, get your stupid clothes off—”

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Okay alright go with me on this

V, but as a “came back wrong”

Like, what if the vampire fixation and the references to him existing beyond the veil of time were actually pointing to the fact that he didn’t survive the attempts of the church to purify him? What if he was supposed to be retrieved at some point, Sister had it in her plans, but before that could happen he was killed for the natural inclinations towards darkness that he started showing??

What if his death presented one of the most perfect vessels that had ever existed for the entity that lays claim to the Papas?

What if he actually IS a vampire? Brought back from the dead for unholy divine purposes?? But undeniably not altogether human anymore?

Now imagine the pack dreading getting a new Papa, not sure how they’re going to handle another strange human creating bonds and having to get used to them and know them. But what they get instead is more creature than man, and for the first time they have a Papa who is naturally inclined towards their instincts and pack dynamics.

Imagine them figuring out within the first few weeks that he’s needed blood this whole time and hasn’t told anyone. Dew cuts himself open on his guitar in rehearsal and V just freezes, eyes blown wide and fangs elongating until they’re visible poking past his lips. The pack all having the realization at the same exact time, and Dew walking over with a frantically beating heart to offer V his hand.

Y’all I’m swiftly careening into full blown AU territory with this one 😂😂

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i offered to write dew/mountain for @autumnblooms' birthday (that i didn't even know was today, i stg we need a group calendar), and she said 'bet, here's a WIP of them for your inspiration'---okay they didn't say it exactly like that, but you get it.

happy birthday, kate!!

554 words of mount and dew gettin' frisky. dew wore a little bit of jewelry for the big guy, and it's clear he likes it very much. short mention of trans!dew at the end <3

“You put this on just for me?” Mountain teases. The delicate chain around Dew’s waist glints as the earth ghoul turns it between his fingers. Twirling it around to watch the gold of it glitter and gleam. 

Dew hums and loops his arms around Mountain’s shoulders. “‘Course I did. Know how much you like a little decoration.” Dew moves his hips where his jeans sit purposefully low. The pentacle that adorns the end of the chain sways against the dark denim. 

Mountain smiles. “Taking after Rain, are you?”

Dew just rolls his eyes. “Like it?”

“I do,” Mountain rumbles, easily slipping a thigh between Dew’s legs. “I really do.” Mountain backs him up until his shins hit the end of the bed and tugs on the chain to keep him from slipping too far away. 

Dew’s mouth drops open in a quiet gasp as the earth ghoul presses close. Dragging their noses against each other until Dew’s lips surge forward in a quick nip of a kiss. “Should show me how much you like it,” he muses. 

“Yeah? You know what I think, firefly?” Mountain plays with the cropped hem of Dew’s shirt, slipping his hand up the back and splaying his fingers across the space between his shoulder blades. 

Dew dances his lips across the bigger ghoul’s. “Tell me,” he whispers. Purring at every touch.

“I think,” Mountain lilts, “it would look even better,” he lets the chain slip from his other hand, gliding those fingers instead up the smooth plane of Dew’s stomach, just until he’s grazing the rings threaded through his nipples, “paired with just these. Nothing else. Spread out on my bed like a sparkling yellow sapphire.”

“Oh.” Dew’s eyes flutter shut, and his grin quirks against Mountain’s mouth. He bucks into the thigh between his legs. “Fuckin’ charmer today, huh, big guy?”

“Easy to be charming when there’s a hot, sexy fire ghoul already in my arms,” Mountain purrs. He kisses him then, thumbing across one of his nipples before wrapping both of his arms around Dew’s slight body. “Fuck, Dew, you’re gorgeous,” he groans. 

Mountain grips the back of his shirt, moaning when Dew opens up so easily for him. Lets him slip his tongue in to taste him. Lets him thread his long fingers into his hair and hold.

Dew gasps and arches against him. “Hah—know how to treat a girl, don’t you?”

Mountain laughs. “What?”

Dew tsks. Nips at Mountain’s jaw. “Y’know. Pull my hair . . . call me pretty?”

“Mmn.” The earth ghoul rumbles through another laugh, claiming him in another kiss. “Guess I did do that,” he says. Mountain slides his hand back down to the chain around Dew’s waist, delicate gold against his calloused fingertips. But he doesn’t linger on it too long. Instead, he trails his fingers down, down, down—down through the sparse, fine trail of hair under his navel that leads him right where he wants to go. 

“That what you want?” he continues, hand slipping into Dew’s boxers and finding him hard and slick between his thighs. The fire ghoul whines into his mouth and clings to Mountain’s shoulders. Rocking against the fingers sneaking in between his folds. 

“Shit—”

“Want me to treat you right?”

“Yes,” Dew groans, already pulling Mountain down onto the bed. “Fuckin’ yes, get your stupid clothes off—”

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Rain and mount resting before a ritual <3

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More shadow/fog ghouls, this time they ate the skeleton dancers so they got bones floating in them.

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gently entwined

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*copia voice* yea but can Perpetua do tHIS?!

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a pic of dewdrop where he’s not looking at the floor??