#Dewdrop x Mountain

[purlty23]

I think Mountain gets a little possessive over the new water ghoul during Dew’s first rituals. Luckily there’s always post ritual showers where he can re-stake his claim >:3c Support my Patreon for more like this! ✨ | Ko-fi | Pillowfort

[rainxdewsupremacy]

THOUGHTS I HAD THOUGHTS.

Imagine Dew wearing Mountains shirt which oversized asf- he’s practically swimming in it.

but then like- imagine Dew in doggystyle on the edge of Mountain’s bed while his cock hangs heavy between his legs while Mountain just ruins the little guy.

I love these thoughts but then hate my vocabulary when it comes to explaining a scene-

[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]

29. with mountain/dew, if you feel inclined ♡♡ (in love with your writing btw)

Thanks for the fun prompt! Here is some fluffy Mountain/Dew greenhouse sex <3

Dew’s been trailing him all day, trying and failing not to be obvious about it. Hanging around the kitchen while he makes his morning coffee. Pressed up against him at the breakfast table. Taking his time to tune each and every one of the guitars in the practice room while Mountain swaps out the drum heads on his kit.

Now, as Mountain ties on his apron, getting ready to spend the rest of the afternoon working in the greenhouse, he can tell Dew is panicking.

Dew’s not shy, but he’s never been good at asking for attention or affection when he really needs it.

Mountain can feel him hovering around the foyer as he laces up his boots.

“Dew?” Mountain calls out. “You there?”

The little ghoul appears around the corner with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“I’m about to head down to the greenhouse,” Mountain starts, “but I could really use an extra set of hands. If you’re free, of course.”

Dew shrugs noncommittally, but Mountain instantly sees relief wash across his face.

“Sure,” he says, bending down to slip into his own shoes. 

They walk down to the greenhouse in comfortable silence, and halfway there Dew reaches out to thread his fingers with Mountain’s. Mountain smiles down at him, and he can see the tips of Dew’s ears have gone pink.

They work together all afternoon, watering the flowers, repotting plants, and tending to the season’s seedlings. Dew gives out happy little trills and chirps each time Mountain makes a point to lean down and kiss Dew on the cheek, to tickle his ribs whenever he squeezes past him in the aisles, when he gives him a playful swat on the bottom as Dew bends down to open a bag of soil.

The sun is just starting to set when Mountain wipes his hands on the front of his apron.

“Alright, Firefly. Think we’re about done here for the day,” Mountain says, untying his apron and tossing it into an empty wheelbarrow.

He can see Dew start to fidget again, struggling to ask for something.

Mountain contemplates him for a beat, before he’s moving in to scoop Dew up in his arms. Dew squawks, surprised, and flails a bit, kicking out his legs as Mountain swings him over and deposits him unceremoniously onto one of the high worktables.

“Jeez what the fuck, Mount?” Dew sputters, faint blush creeping across his pretty features. From this new height, Mountain can see a streak of dirt smudged across his cheek. Some dried flower petals stuck in his hair.

“Nothing,” Mountain shrugs, “Just that I think maybe I’m not done with you quite yet.”

And then Dew is reaching out for him, pulling Mountain in by the shirt collar and kissing him. Dew wraps his arms around Mountain’s neck, parts his knees and hauls him in close, kissing and licking into his mouth like he’s completely starved.

Mountain lets Dew take the lead, wrapping his long arms around Dew’s waist as Dew licks into his mouth, sucks on his lips, mouths his way across his jaw to his kiss and suck at his neck. Dew licks a stripe up the side of Mountain’s neck, and Mountain absently wonders how much sweat and dirt Dew can taste on him.

“Mmm,” Mountain hums, tipping his head back to expose more skin for Dew to lavish with kisses and wet little licks, “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

Dew chirps happily, wrapping his legs around Mountain’s middle and pulling him in closer. He feels the sharp drag of Dew’s fangs across the most sensitive parts of his neck.

Dew stops and pulls away, looking at Mountain with an intensity he hasn’t seen from him all day. Dew’s hands move to his belt buckle.

“Can I?” Dew asks.

Mountain nods and Dew’s mouth is back on his neck in an instant, sucking a bruise just above his collarbone as he undoes the buckle, pops the button, and drags the zipper down. Mountain is fully hard when Dew reaches in to pull him out. A bead of wetness glistens at the tip when Dew starts to jack him.

Mountain groans when Dew strokes him from root to tip, reveling in the way Dew’s fingers just almost meet, wrapped around his thick shaft.

“Feels good, Dew,” Mountain praises. “So good.”

Dew nods, and spits into his hand, slicking up Mountain’s cock even more as he works him over.

Mountain reaches in, grabs Dew by the ass, and drags him closer so he can grind his dick against Dew’s clothed erection as he jacks him off.

“Wanna see you too, Dew,” Mountain pleads. “Want you to touch me with it.”

Dew whines, rolling his hips and humping his cock against Mountain’s before reaching in to undo his own jeans and pull himself out.

Dew’s cock is straining, angry red and wet at the tip. Beads of pre already bubbling out to drip down his shaft. Mountain moans at the sight of it, squeezing Dew’s ass and pulling him forward until their cocks are touching.

Dew uses two hands to grab the both of them, to squeeze them together, canting his hips up as he jacks them both off, humping into the tight space between his hands, gliding his wet little cock up and down Mountain’s shaft as he works them both.

Mountain groans at the sight of it. Dew’s not necessarily small, but next to Mountain’s he looks tiny. Mountain can feel his mouth start to water.

Dew’s close, Mountain can tell by the quiet little string of curses Dew lets out under his breath, the way his fingers start to flex as he jacks them off, the way his thighs start to quiver.

“Yeah, Dew,” Mountain goads, “Wanna see you cum. Wanna see you get me all wet with it.”

Dew groans and strokes faster, chest heaving as he works himself closer to finish, sliding his cock hot and wet against Mountain’s straining shaft. Dew comes with a shout, bucking his hips back and grasping himself at the base so he can aim at Mountain, shooting ropes of pearly white across Mountain’s twitching, kicking cock.

Mountain stares slack jawed as he watches Dew’s cum drip off of him, sliding across the head and dribbling down his shaft to puddle onto the ground.

And then he’s grabbing himself, slicking himself up with Dew’s cum and jacking himself off.

“Gonna cum, Dew,” Mountain warns. “Gonna cum.”

Dew nods dumbly, chest still heaving as he comes down from his own orgasm. He squeezes his legs, still wrapped around Mountain’s middle.

And then Dew is leaning back, lifting up his shirt with two hands, rucking it up just below his chin to expose his taut little belly, pretty pink nipples threaded through with silver barbells.

“Mount,” Dew gasps, eyes locked on Mountain jerking himself off wet and sloppy with Dew’s own release. “Mount, cum on my tits. Wanna see you cream all over my tits. Please.”

Mountain tugs himself off once, twice more before he’s cumming, shooting across Dew’s belly and chest. Spurts of cum landing on his nipples, dripping across the silver of his jewelry.

Together they’re an absolute mess, and Mountain grins across at Dew, satisfied and proud of the both of them. He leans in for a kiss, tastes the sweat and dirt of the day on Dew’s lips.

“Firefly,” Mountain starts, “Spend the night with me tonight?”

Dew laughs, breathy and joyful, all of the doubt and worry of the day melted away, and nods his head yes. 

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Phantom hiding in the closet watching (at least) two of the other ghouls ✨getting it on✨aaand he accidentally comes loudly and before the other ghouls do, at which point they discover him and make him pay for his sins (making him come again and again until he is literally begging them not to make him come again)😈

Please🙂

Excuses, Excuses

Pairings: Phantom X Dewdrop X Mountain Type: Smut Summary: Phantom didn’t mean to watch, but of course he can’t get away with it. Warnings: Voyeur!Phantom, getting caught, anal sex Word Count: 1,163 Notes: Read here on ao3. Read part 2 here!

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He didn’t mean to be here. He was just rifling through Mountain’s closet, hoping to find a nice and cozy sweater for his evening walk with Swiss.

It isn’t his fault that Mountain’s sweaters are the coziest, and that another ghoul’s scent on him will drive Swiss wild. And it isn’t fault that he shut the closet door when he heard the handle start to twist open. And it isn’t his fault that he started clubbing up in his jeans when he could hear Dewdrop’s pretty moans. And you can’t blame him for the hand wandering to undo his pants. The pressure was just too much.

He heard the rustling of fabric, and an “oof” when Dewdrop was presumably thrown on the bed.

“Oh fuck,” Dew moaned, and Phantom was sure that Mountain was starting his prep.

Phantom had to shove one fist in his mouth as the other wrapped around his cock. Everyone knew he was one of the noisier ghouls in bed.

He heard Mountain gasp, and he just had to crack the door. From his spot, he could see Dewdrop’s ass as he sunk down onto Mountain’s cock, and Phantom could not stop the moan that spilled from his lips.

He watched as a grin appeared on Mountain’s face, and he thought that maybe it was in response to Dewdrop’s face. He thought he’d gotten away with it. Until Mountain made direct eye contact with him.

Dewdrop turned around. “Seems like we have a watcher,” he grins a smile full of fang.

Phantom is mortified as he tucks himself back into his pants. He walks out of the closet, head hung in embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, I was just getting a sw-“

“Excuses, excuses,” Dewdrop dismisses, completely nonchalant as if he isn’t impaled on Mountain’s cock. Phantom doesn’t make an effort to look at either of the ghouls. He stands awkwardly, waiting to see if his body will catch up with his brain’s decision to flee. But he’s still hard, and the way Dewdrop slowly grinds against Mountain and the way he sounds is really appealing. “Well?”

Phantom’s head pops up. “…well?”

“Either get your dick out or leave.”

“Oh…”

Dewdrop huffs and Mountain chuckles, running a large hand down Dewdrop’s back when he stops moving and tugging at his tail.

“Better hurry up, Bug. We can still kick you out,” Mountain says, and Phantom realizes he’s still standing in the middle of the room, dressed, and uncomfortably hard.

“Strip,” Dew growls, giving him an annoyed look.

Phantom, with shaky hands, begins to peel off his clothes. His shirt comes first, and with the added anxiety, struggles to get it around his horns. His pants come off next. He begins to remove his boxers, but Mountain clears his throat.

“Keep those on, and lay next to me.”

Phantom nods and lays next to the earth ghoul. Both of them can smell his anxiety and arousal. He shifts in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but stops when Dewdrop starts riding Mountain in earnest.

“I’ve been waiting to get in your bed all day” he huffs out, “and this little voyeur has to go and ruin it.”

Mountain groans. “He can’t help it. He’s just a needy little thing.”

“He’s a fucking pain in my ass is what he is.”

“No, that would be me,” Mountain grins, and Dew has to pause to laugh. A curtain of hair covers his face and he looks down at Mountain. Phantom’s view is obscured, but he knows just how pretty Dew looks when he laughs like that.

“Did you really just-?”

“Yes, yes I did,” Mountain laughs.

“Lucifer, Mount, I can’t believe you.”

Mountain hums and smiles back up at him and rubs his hands up and down Dew’s arms.

Phantom involuntarily whines, and Dew’s face shifts to a scowl. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, slightly panicked.

Dewdrop ignores him, and starts bouncing on Mountain once more. “He can’t even shut up,” he grumbles, moaning whorishly as he shifts to have Mountain pressed right up against his prostate.

“He’s just a whiny puppy. Poor thing probably can’t help it.”

Phantom looks between them with wide eyes. They’re talking about him as if he isn’t even in the room. He doesn’t know whether he finds it insulting or hot, but his hand drifts down to palm himself in his boxers, and without looking, Mountain captures both of his hands in one of his own.

He whines again, and this time, Mountain shoots him a glare. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, eyebrows pinched together. “You wanted to watch, you get to watch, and that is it. Do you understand me?”

Phantom gulps, but nods.

“Words, puppy,” Dewdrop says, not pausing his movements.

“I understand.”

“Good boy,” Mountain praises, but doesn’t remove his hand.

Dewdrop brings his own hand to wrap around his cock, jerking himself in time with his bouncing. “Fuck, Mountain,” he groans, using one hand to brace himself against Mountain’s thigh as he tosses his head back.

“Gonna cum, Firefly?” Mountain asks, using his free hand to pinch at Dew’s nipples, eliciting a whine from the little ghoul.

He nods and his hips get sloppy. His hand starts to move faster, and white ropes shoot onto Mountain’s chest. Mountain shifts his so that he’s laying against Mountain’s chest, directly in his own mess, and Mountain begins to pound into him.

Phantom watches as Mountain’s thick cock stretches Dew’s hole, and he shifts, trying to get out of Mountain’s grasp, hoping to get some friction on his cock.

“Can I cum in you?” He whispers to Dewdrop, eyes slipping shut as waves of pleasure ride through him.

“Fuck, yes, please.”

Dewdrop moans and bites onto Mountain’s collar as hot cum floods his hole. Phantom can see the way Dewdrop is dripping onto the sheets –  a mixture of cum, slick, and lube.

Mountain lets go of his wrists, and he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t touch himself, not wanting to deal with anymore punishment, but he watches as the other two catch their breath. Mountain peppers kisses to the top of Dewdrop’s head, to the base of his horns, and he whispers praises to the little ghoul.

He pulls out of Dewdrop, and there’s a high-pitched, upset whine from Dewdrop.

“I know, sweetheart. I just don’t want you falling asleep while I’m still inside you. We both know that’s uncomfortable.”

Dewdrop chuffs, but keeps himself pressed against Mountain, despite the mess, and Phantom can see how his breathing shifts once he falls asleep.

Mountain says nothing, and pulls out his phone.

“What…happens now?” Phantom asks, voice quiet, careful not to wake the sleeping fire ghoul.

“I’m letting Swiss know that your walk is postponed,” he mumbles.

“Oh,” is the only response he can conjure, knowing that he’s about to receive some form of punishment.

Mountain grins and turns his head to look at the quintessence ghoul. “And that he is welcome to join.”

[sphylor]

MUSHY MAY 2024 Day 1 - Cuteness Agression

reblogs appreciated pls

Rating: teen and up

Relationships: Dewdrop/Mountain

Characters: Dewdrop, Mountain

Words: 693

Summary:

Mountain had been rambling on for a while now, lost in his own world of plants and wildlife while Dew sat in his lap and listened to everything he had to say. He didn’t mind, though. He was happy to sit and let the earth ghoul talk about the things he loved.

OR

Mountain tells Dew all about ferns but Dew gets a little distracted

Thank you @forlorn-crows for putting this together again this year!!

[belle--ofthebrawl]

For @budgieio, who wanted to know about what happened to Dew after the Ghangbang faded to black.

Spoiler alert: Suffering.

Dew's wrecked. He's cum so hard, so many times he can feel it in his hands and feet, pins and needles pricking all over as Mountain continues to fuck him through it, keeping Dew's hips angled to rub over his sweet spot with every thrust. He hears the others talking amongst themselves, Swiss' voice cutting through the haze of pleasure.

"No, I'm tellin' ya." He says, sounding excited. "From this angle, you can see-"

Dew cries out weakly as his cock flexes, cumming dry and untouched. Mountain hums in approval and sits him down to the very base of his cock, where the swell of his knot is beginning to puff up.

"Take it," Mountain moans, forcing him down as he snaps his hips up. "Oh, take it Dew, good-, you feel so good, you're still so tight."

Dew whimpers, his toes curling. Mountain's just that fucking big, still able to stretch Dew out even after everyone had shot their load in him. He catches movement from his peripheral, bodies jostling each other at the side of the bed.

"Told you." Swiss breathes.

"Damn," Aether says in agreement.

Rain just drools and wipes his mouth on the sheets, hand moving frantically where Dew can't see it. He bites the mattress as his eyes roll back, whole body shuddering as he cums on the carpet.

"Gonna get you so big here," Mountain moans, for their benefit, Dew thinks. One big hand presses to his abdomen and it clicks.

"No," he says, scared. "No, please, I can't-"

"Tie you, lock it all in." Mountain huffs, grinding his knot into Dew. It's getting big. Bigger. He can't escape it. "You promised you'd take all of us."

Dew's legs bend sharply, trying to hide the way his stomach curves ever so slightly outwards but Aether presses his knee back down.

"Let us see it." He murmurs. "Let's see the way he changes you."

It shouldn't be physically possible. That type of shit they're talking about, it can't be. But as Mountain starts to cum, Dew 's eyes drop to his belly in horrified arousal. He's so small, so slight, his belly so flat that he can see the way his stomach moves as Mountain's big cock pushes inside him one final time before his knot swells up for good.  His arms come up, hanging in the air as he pants before he covers his mouth so they can't hear how fucked up his scream is, how much he likes it. Likes the way he can see each pump of Mountain's cum distend his belly just a little bit more.

"So fucking full." Aether sighs and Swiss nods. His right arm starts moving in a telltale manner while the other one jostles Rain. Poor Rain in his post-orgasm haze topples over. Swiss considers him with an appraising look on his face. 

"Waste not want not." He says, before dropping down and soon, more wet and filthy sounds could be heard, interspersed with Rain's pleased cries, the water ghoul's legs hooking shakily up in the air as Swiss threw them over his shoulders.

"Look at you, Dew." Aether says in admiration, resting his head on his fist. Dew closes his eyes but he can't escape anywhere. Physically, mentally. He's surrounded with every kind of sensory reminder of how thoroughly his packmates own him.

He shivers with private and terrified delight.

[dewedup]

27 with MountainDew

Make me cry, Gloomy

💙

thank you mac this idea hit me like a freight train, enjoy some MountainDew for the feels 🖤🖤🖤

words: 907

Mountain’s arms encase the small, shaking ghoul. Dew’s shoulders tremble with every sob that leaves his mouth, burrowing deeper into Mountain’s chest. If it was physically possible, he would crack his ribs and climb inside the earth ghoul. Mountain shushes him, softly petting his hair as he tries to bite back his own tears. 

He needs to be strong for Dew.

There wasn’t anything to be done. The moment the clergy summoned another water ghoul instead of the fire needed to replace Ifrit, his fate was sealed. 

It wasn’t confirmed until a sibling of sin had come by Dew’s room, dropping off a set of ceremonial robes and telling him to be prepared and in the courtyard at midnight. He’s surprised Dew kept it together long enough to accept the offering and make it to Mountain’s room before breaking down. 

No one has heard of this. An elemental change is the thing of nightmares, threatening unruly young ghouls so that they will behave. 

Being a water ghoul is ingrained in Dew’s whole being, woven into the molecules that make him who he is. In theory, they want to strip that and replace it with that of a fire ghoul. Mountain can’t picture a scenario in which this won’t be the most painful thing any of them have been put through, and they’ve been summoned from literal hell, which is no walk in the park. 

“Mount, please,” Dew cries into his shirt, the fabric damp from the tears he shed. Mountain sucks in a sharp breath, tightening his hold on Dew to make up for the fact that he can’t find any words that could make this better. 

Dew swallows audibly, pulling back to look at Mountain with his tear-stricken face. His hands grip Mountain’s shirt, never looking smaller than he does right now. Dew’s lips tremble as he admits the one thing he’s refrained from saying out loud. 

“I’m so scared.”

Mountain can physically feel his heart breaking as Dew stares at him pleadingly, looking for something that he’s unable to give him. 

“I’m so fucking sorry Droplet,” Mountain’s voice breaks as he pulls Dew back into his chest, holding him tightly to shield him from the tear that finally breaks free and trails down his cheek. The room smells of uncertainty, sadness, and fear. Like stagnant pondwater, with hints of mildew and fungus. It suffocates them, fills their lungs, and makes it harder to breathe in any relief.

Mountain’s gaze flicks to the alarm clock on his bedside table, 11:49 glaring back at him. 

His feet drag as though they’ve turned into cement blocks as he rises from the bed, Dew cradled in his arms as he lumbers out the door and across the hall to Dew’s room. He holds Dew’s upper arms steady, placing the shaking ghoul in the middle of the room, giving him a moment to bear the weight of his own body. Once Dew’s on his own two feet, he carefully peels off his shirt, removing his pants in the same manner until Dew is naked before him, shivering in the chill of the room. 

Mountain hopes that this works, hopes he gets to see his beautiful waterlily again. He knows this might be the last time he watches Dew shiver and it’s bittersweet, as he catalogs the chattering of his teeth into the recesses of his mind. If Dew survives this, the fire of Aamon will course through his being, never to be physically cold again. 

Mountain grabs the velvety soft ceremonial robes from their hanger, draping them over Dew with a few extra touches to remind the water ghoul that he’s here. He takes a half step back, eyes roaming over his work and nods in satisfaction. He bites his lip to refrain from saying anything. Dew already looks like he’s ready to turn tail and flee to the pit.

“It’s time, Dewdrop.” 

“I don’t want this Mount,” Dew whimpers, wrapping his arms tightly around his midsection and looking like a soft breeze could knock him over. Mountain grasps him once again, trying to push him as deep into his chest as possible, to hide him from the inevitable. A million thoughts run through his head, but Mountain can’t act on any of them. Instead, he whispers the only thing that’s plagued his mind since Rain was summoned. 

“I'm so sorry, I can’t protect you, Droplet.”

Mountain’s words seem to break something within Dew. He crumbles to the floor like a leaf falling at the end of summer. Mountain follows him down, dropping to his knees so quickly a jolt of pain surges up his thighs. Mountain goes to grab Dew’s face, desperately wanting to comfort him in any way possible, but Dew flinches away from his fingers. 

He watches as Dew squares his shoulders, reaching an arm up to wipe away the remaining tears from his face and rises back up to his feet. He looks strong, stronger than Mountain ever has. The way he holds his body is a complete contrast from the scared, shaking being that Mountain has been holding for the last few hours. Dew’s face looks carved from granite, all hard lines, and emotionless eyes. He breathes in through his nose, before stepping around the earth ghoul and making his way to the door. 

He spares Mountain a glance, looking over his shoulder at the ghoul still kneeling helplessly on the ground. 

“No one can.”

[iamthecomet]

I have a prompt if you're not busy with other writings: how about a dew x mountain fic where mountain's the one with a size kink? he's thinking like how small dew is, how fragile he looks, how he can cover nearly all of dew's waist with his two hands etc....

So I wrote a full fic of Mountain/Dew size kink where it's implied that Mountain is the one with the size kink.

You can find it here.

But that entire fic is written through Dew's eyes. So here's a little something through Mountain's.

Both of Dewdrop's wrists fit in one of Mountain's hands with room to spare. If Mountain thinks about it too much he might lose his mind.

He has both of Dew's hands pinned above his head in one of his. The other is gripped tight on Dew's hip as he thrusts into him with long deep strokes. Dew is so hot inside and Mountain wants to drive himself as far in as he can go. He wants to feel the squeeze of Dew's body on every inch of his cock. He wants to drag this out for as long as Dew will let him.

Ever the pillow princess, Dew just lays back and takes it. Each drive of Mountain's cock into Dew's little body drives the breath from Dew's lungs, and along with it a plethora of little noises that Dew can't hold back even with his lips pinned shut between his fangs. But he tries, like always. It's an attempt to save face, to keep the facade of nonchalance up for as long as possible. It will dissolve eventually. Mountain always makes sure of it. Dew's hair is splayed out on the pillow, a golden halo. Mountain watches as Dew's eyes roll up, and slip closed. He shudders. Dew's fingers clench and release above his head. Mountain can feel the movement in Dew's wrists, soft delicate flutters of muscles and tendons that feel like if he squeezed any harder he'd grind them to dust. "You're so small," Mountain breathes. He can't help it. The fact that Dew doesn't immediately snap back at him is a testament to how throughougly Mountain is fucking him. Dew only manages a small growl that immediately turns into a groan with a harsh snap of Mountain's hips. Mountain pulls his hand from Dew's hip to splay it across the space under his belly button. He's mesmerized by the way his hand spans the space between Dew's hips. He can almost touch both hipbones. Dew's cock rests against the back of his hand like this, flushed deep red, steadily leaking precum. It bounces with each of Mountain's thrusts, the head rubbing up against Mountain's knuckles and making Dew shudder. Mountain presses his hand down just a little. Out of mild curiosity. Just to see if he can feel--fuck he can feel himself. His stomach clenches. He feels like the air has been punched out of his lungs. Mountain presses down a little harder, just to be sure, and Dew's eyes fly open. "Mount, what--" He pulls one of Dew's hands from his grasp and brings it down, settling it over the spot he'd just been touching. He fucks into him harder, a handful of solid thrusts that he knows Dew can feel under his palm. Dew's eyes go wide. His mouth drops open. He groans at the feeling, looking gut-punched and a little panicked all at the same time.

"Is that? holy fuck, Mount is that--"

"Yeah, press down. Harder"

Mountain watches as Dew's little hand curls around the space where he can feel Mountain's cock drilling into him. Dew's eyes have gone wide, his face drawn open and wild, he whines. Mountain watches as he presses his fingers deeper into his stomach. It'll bruise if he digging in like that. Mountain can't help but hope it does. Dew unravels so quickly when Mountain tugs on the right threads. Mountain can't help but keep yanking on them, one by one, until Dew's a boneless mess between them. He's already clenching involuntarily around Mountains' cock. Mountain feels each little flutter that mirrors a noise dragged from Dew's throat. Mountain's zeroed in on the place they're joined. Watching the way his cock stretches Dew. Despite how small Dew is in comparison to him his body greedily takes it all, every last inch. Mountain groans as he watches. He drags his eyes away to look up at Dew's face. He finds him taught, head tipped all the way back against the pillows, the tendons in his neck corded and strained as he tries to keep his shit together against all odds. His little hand is still pressed hard to his belly, his nails leaving little crescents on the soft skin.

"Can you feel me? Right there." Mountain asks. Dew starts to talk but the words fail as Mountain fucks into him. He swallows and tries again.

"Yes--fuck--yeah. Think I can feel you in my fucking teeth, Mount." Mountain puts his hand over Dew's, and tries not to think about how Dew's hand disappears under his palm. He presses down, digging Dew's hand even deeper into his stomach. "Good," Mountain growls. "I'm gonna make sure you feel me for days."

[purlty23]

I like to headcanon that Mountain is quiet and stoic, that he likes to administer discipline to the Ghouls and Ghoulettes when they are out of line. He’s strangely protective of Copia, hoping and wishing that he doesn’t meet the same demise as Terzo

So if anyone (*cough Swiss and Dew cough*) seems insubordinate to the Cardinal he dishes out spankings with an engraved paddle. Words like “brat” branded to their poor asses

LOVE THAT. I always think of him as a bit more relaxed, thanks to the weed, but I do love this alternate idea of him being strict. Sturdy like a tree, or a mountain even. He would dish out the best spankings with his BIG, rough, garden worn hands. Even better when hes meaner and brings out those special paddles. So Copia sees on his ghouls asses that they’ve been bad mouthing him and misbehaving behind his back when he gets them in bed later

[forlorn-crows]

Crow, my dear, if it’s not too much to ask…may I make a ficlet request? Feel free to ignore this if you’re not feeling it, but I’m partway through a new drawing and could use some scene setting inspiration. Mountain, kissing Dew’s neck from behind, Dew so far gone Mountain has to hold him up. Maybe some teeth in there too~

oops its filthy too~ dew really is a sucker for neck kisses, isn't he?

hope this gives you lots of inspiration hehehe

EDIT: now with delicious art by @autumnblooms

Dew's head lolls back onto Mountain's shoulder for the umpteenth time, too gone to hold it up himself. He chokes off a moan when the earth ghoul sucks at the junction of his neck, belly fluttering and cock jumping at the touch of his tongue.

Mountain grinds up into his little body, rumbling into too hot skin. "Feel so good, fire lily," he rasps. "Taking me so well."

"Uhn," he moans eloquently, arching when Mountain scrapes his teeth over the tendon in his shoulder. Teasing the promise of a claim. 

"Belial, like that, just like that, darling." Mountain thrusts lazily, but devastatingly deep and precise. "Just lie back all pretty and take my cock," he breathes hotly into Dew's ear.

“Fu-uck ye-es,” Dew groans, voice jumping with each pass of Mountain’s cock over that spot deep inside. His own cock leaks over his stomach, precum catching in his happy trail and dripping down the shaft. 

Mountain kisses up his neck, leaving a messy trail of saliva until he reaches the sensitive spot behind Dew’s ear. He sucks and nibbles, thrusts getting steadily harder the longer he kisses there. The fire ghoul whines. The end of it turns into a wheeze when Mountain sucks a mark into the skin. 

“You sound so lovely,” Mountain purrs. His arm tightens across Dew’s chest, really pinning him down. His other arm moves down to his thigh, big hand gripping the muscle and pulling his legs further apart. “Will you cum for me if I touch you?”

Dew squirms a little. Digs his toes into the comforter and grips Mountain’s arm. “Yeah,” he whines. “‘M close, yes, please.”

Mountain huffs a laugh into his sweaty hair. He dips his hand further down, running a finger around Dew’s stretched hole and up the seam of his balls. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Drawn up so tight, so open for me,” he groans. He drags his hand up to his cock, squeezing the base gently. 

Dew keens, rolling his head back and forth. “Mountain,” he begs. “C-can’t, I—uhn f-fu—” The earth ghoul runs his thumb over the slit, snapping his hips up at the same time. Any coherent thought leaks out of Dew’s ears as quickly as the precum dripping from the head of his dick. 

“Just take it,” he breathes, really pounding into him now. “Lemme make you feel good.”

“Oh Lu-ci-fer,” Dew cries, arching sharply.  

“Shhh,” Mountain soothes. “That’s it.” He speeds his hand, slick sounds filling the air around them. “Give it to me, let me hear those lovely noises.”

Dew’s got plenty of them, spilling from his slack mouth with every stroke, every thrust. And still, Mountain kisses at his neck, sucking, nipping, and laving at all the spots that make Dew gasp and clench down on his cock. 

“Close,” Dew hisses. “Gonna fuckin’ cum—Mount, shit, ‘mgonnacum—” 

Mountain sinks his teeth into the fire ghoul’s shoulder, turning his warning into a warbling moan. His eyes roll back and he spills over Mountain’s hand in no less than two thrusts and one pull on his cock, tail ramrod straight against the bed as he shudders through it.

[bongo-ghoul]

Little soulfire

age regression is a coping that can both voluntary and/or involuntary it is entirely safe and reccomended by therapists if they believe it would be effective for said person but as mentioned for some people it is entirely unpredictable, if this makes you uncomfortable please carry on elsewhere thank you <3

Mountain and little! dewdrop

1,400 words

Hurt comfort? I dunno but he has self depreciating thoughts cause he thinks he hurt his baphy

The realization hit when there was a resistance under his pedal, being big at the moment dew was still obsessed with baphy but not in the way little dew was.

He had no way of fixing it, if stage hand would have just let him do his thing and not adjust anything his baphy wouldn’t be under the pressure and abuse of being squished by the pedal.

Baphy is there for the purpose of keeping him grounded and focused, and with it being the end of this song he couldn't just stop and fix his little friend, a gift that a fan had so kindly given to him that made him feel so warm and noticed and now he was so utterly disrespectful to it, causing his friend pain.

By the time the ritual was over dew was so ready to be done, so ready to curl away in the hold of one of his bandmates but to his mind he deserved none of it, he'd been so mean to his baphy friend, the little guy that kept his mind deep rooted when needed and let the warmth enunciate itself cradling the boy in pure safety when he’s small as well, but right now in the intensity of the moment he felt he deserved no such warmth, He deserved no such comfort per what his thoughts had echoed, he was mean and bad and no one so aggressive to their friend should get loved in the same hour right?

Leaving the stage he picked up his baphy, waiting til after hes off stage to cradle his friend so close.

Stage hands helping collapse and pack everything up and in a flurry dew with his baphy cradled close, rushed to the bus, the only safe place he could let his glamor drop.

He was so bad, everything always resorts in his friends getting hurt, hes nothing better than a demon at the hand of the biblical depiction of the devil.

Discarding his helmet first, going to the back of the bus curling into a tiny tight little ball where he could stow away himself and his world of feelings, dropping the glamor at the same time of his headspace setting in completely.

A tiny candle flame, merely a spark off of flint in comparison to the star as a neighbor to the earth, yet he felt like a forest fire at the hand of destruction and pain when it comes to his baphy.

His little friend with a permanent open armed pose perfect for a hug from the little ghoul, a mess of babbles and sobbed sorrys, deep hugs, the only cooling thing about dew right now being the tears rolling down his cheeks, tracks from the tears leaving deep riverbeds of an emotional disposition.

he would do anything to show to his little friend that he was sorry, so much so that in his sobbing gasping state he wandered dizzily to the front of the bus putting baphy up into the window, in a rush to make sure baphy wouldn’t feel bombarded with the onslaught of a terrible friend in dews perception he runs off to his bunk, his tail now taking on the assault of his hands play to his desperate mind, he felt so alone, like the water in the waves that used to light his soul were now drowning him through his tears, he was a trembling distraught mess.

It didn't take mountain long to notice that dews disappearance was one of agony within his tiny ones mind, a sweet fires brain eating away at itself and mountain knew why.

Entering the bus its radiated the smell of sorrow and anxiety along side the warm honey scent that being little elicited from dew.

Baphy not accompanying the sweet little fire was not something hes seen since the moment he was given the stuffy.

Mountain ridding himself of his helmet and dropping his glamor as well he picks up dews Baphomet carefully carrying it to him.

The gentle giant, a tall stature, stoic being with the soul of a weeping willow casting a comforting shadow with its canopy here to bare the world to let his little flame calm back to his candle, "sweet starfire? Can i open the curtain?" His voice bringing the comforting rumble of thunder in the distance.

Once face to almost face with him he smiles just seeing his boy, "dew, can you look at me?"

A chirp in response that had the shrill edge of 'no' came in return "dewdrop, can you please look at me my little flame?"

He tries again

To that he’s given the fogged over glimmer in the eyes of a deep burning fire trying to suffocate itself in walls of a water, "c'mere lets dry those humid eyes"

mountain reaches out with the cuff of his sleeve drying the fresh tears, "there he is, let your soulfire glow baby, its okay"

Mountain holds out the baphy for dew to find comfort but he impossibly shrinks further away "c ant, Mounty i hurt him, im bad" he chokes out.

"No baby you’re not bad at all, d'you know why?"

He shakes his head, nothing in this world could ever sway his mind to find these thoughts on his own, a fire all consuming but never truly part of the creation is it?

"No im ba-"

"Youre not bad, you hear me? Yes baphy was under the pedal, but look at him he had a good time, i don’t think there’s any way that he could ever be upset at you"

Mountain maneuvers himself into the bunk laying down on his side with his knees bent, looking at dew and holding out the stuffy once again

"Your sweet little baphy was dancing, and just like my sweet little flame baphy loves dancing, especially along to your music"

Dew looks more intently really taking in the words mountain has shared

"So, m' not bad, and baphy not upset?"

Its mountains turn to shake his head, "that’s right, you’re not bad and he’s not upset, infact i think he’s worried, he was made with all the love specially for you, there’s not an ounce of upset in him"

This lights the fire ghouls flame, creating a reawakening to his soulfire, a growth in the live and appreciation he has for his friend and his caregiver, a glimmer in his eyes is the loudest thank you he could ever say, even if its without words.

Mountain moves the stuffy so that baphys nose is tapped against dews nose "so what do you think, do you want your baphy back?" To which dew nods taking the little friend in his arms, clutching it tightly, filling his friend with an eternity of love and light, dew glowing in all ways except physically hus fire is relit.

Mountain all the same but his little friends is his little flame, the warmth the little one radites, his tears now dry and his hear full of a soul'r flare, the type that creates a soul'r storm, a flare that doesn't return to its sourse but instead shares its sourse for that of whats in its path and both baphy and mountain to be illuminated by his love.

Dew now happily cuddled to mountains chest, baphy held between them.

While he may be too tall to fit comfortably in the bunk he doesn't care, hes happy to do what makes his little flame happy, and with warm cuddles and a gentle hand running up and down his little ones back, the love he feels warms and soothes his aching joints from cramming himself into the pocket of the universe dew feels safe in.

With how the earth to revolve around the sun, mountain to encapsulate and revolve around his candleflame.

Soft coos of joy trill from the tiny, slightly muffled by the spade of his tail tucked between his lips, a small smile on his face and an innocent glimmer in his eyes, moments like these were everything to him, the smallest dew for the biggest moments, the difference from a candle flame to a vast glowing star at the center of a galaxy with an earths eyes permanently fixed, a candle dance how an planets return of its own gravity leads its star in a dance aswell, fire is just made to move and earth is happy to follow.

[slattern-femina]

we become the flowers

A/N: yet another upload from my ao3 bc I like writing about ghouls <3

Summary:

Phantom had a hard day.

A hard day is followed by an accident, leaving him bloody and sore, and feeling like a stupid little ghoul who takes up too much space, while being a waste of space.

Luckily- three ghouls happen to come to the rescue to remind Bug how truly special he is. Rain, Mountain, and Dew are here to save the day.

⋆·˚ ༘ *

Phantom didn’t know how he got hurt. 

Well, he did know. He was just embarrassed to admit it. It was just him being clumsy, tripping and falling down the stairs of the abbey in the nighttime when it was dark because he wanted water. 

Today was hard. He felt like he made countless mistakes during rehearsals. While no one chewed him out, he could see their weary eyes and sighs every time they had to restart. 

He flinched every time. God, why was he so useless? 

He had opted out of eating dinner- instead hiding in his room. No one had come to get him- why would they? 

He sat curled up on his bed, hidden under piles of blankets and pillows, in one of Dew’s old band shirts. Even Dew didn’t come up. He must be tired of him. 

A few hours later, when he finally emerged to get water and subsequently tumbled, he smacked his head on the stairs and fell on his ankle, rolling it, before flailing on the floor, his ribs taking a beating from the unforgiving stone stairs. 

“Ah- crap,” He moans and sits up in an embarrassing pile on the floor. He frowns, his lips going into a deep pout, as he feels so stupid for doing that—dumb feet. 

He can feel something hot and wet spilling out of the gash on his eyebrow and his nose. He runs his thumb over the blood, frowning. He doesn’t bleed often- it’s a foreign feeling to him. It’s a dark burgundy, running down his purple fingers and into his mouth. It tastes like pennies, like copper. 

He scrambles up - there’s a bathroom just off the rec room down the hall, he can slip in there and get rid of the blood. 

He doesn’t want anyone to see him, because it was a stupid and clumsy mistake for him to have done.

He feels like he always makes mistakes. So many mistakes. 

He’s just a useless, stupid ghoul. 

He tiptoes past the room, hearing Dewdrop’s and Mountain’s laugh, and Rain talking. The three are sitting on the couch in front of the fire, Rain sitting with his legs propped on Mountain, and Dew perched on the back of the couch. The small fire ghoul whacks Mountain with his tail. 

Phantom takes a breath and tries to jolt past the rec room without them seeing him. 

Mountain hears Phantom’s footsteps as he’s trying to sneak by. The large ghoul turns in his direction, grinning. “Hey- little bug, come settle a bet for us, also, we have your dinner,”

Phantom shakes his head and bolts- down to the bathroom and away from them before they can notice his stupid face, his feet hurrying, causing a rattling noise to be heard in the hall. 

All three of them quikly look curiously after him. Bug never does that, he never runs away from them. 

It’s Dewdrop who notices drops of blood on the floor and his heart sinks. “Oh, shit-“ he breathes before launching himself over the couch and dashing after the quintessence ghoul, Mountain and Rain in tow. 

Mountain is quickest, slipping into the bathroom before Phantom can shut the door. The startled ghoul tries to hide his face, humiliated and sore, but soft blue hands grab him, tugging it away so they can see the damage done. Rain stares at him intently, worried etched in his features. 

All three ghouls gasp- as blood is streaming down the purple ghoul’s face, from his eyebrows to nose, and his eye is swelling and a bruise forming on his cheek. The blood covers his pretty freckles, marring him a muddy brown on his sweet face. 

“Bug- what happened?! Did someone do this to you?!” Mountain nearly screams as he grabs a tissue and wipes his face. 

Phantom is acutely aware of how much pain he is in, and how humiliated he is, and tears start welling in his eyes and he just shakes his head. “No. No… You’ll think I’m so stupid,” Phantom chokes out. Of course, they would think he’s dumb for making such a trivial mistake. Young, dumb, a poor excuse of a quintessence ghoul after they had someone like Aether. 

He’s just not enough. Phantom tries to pull away, but Mountain gently grabs his waist, steadying him and holding him close to his huge body. The giant man leans down, so he is level with Phantom. “Hey. Don’t do that, don’t close yourself off from us,”

Dew can see the spiralling of the sweet ghoul, and he grabs him tight. Phantom is still learning how to navigate his world and it brings heavy emotions that he struggles to grapple with. “Did you have an accident?”

Phantom finally breaks down, amethyst tears rolling down his face, mingling with the blood. Dew is holding his hands away from his face and Phantom finally nods, sniffling. “You must think I’m so stupid,” 

Mountain frowns at the accusation. “Why would you say that…”

“I fuck up all the time,” Phantom snuffles quietly, wiping his face. 

Rain is beside him, leaning over, his fingers gently grazing over the mating bite on the boy's pretty freckled neck, and Phantom shivers.  

“Phantom, don’t be upset- I fuck up all the time,” Rain tries to assure quietly by calling out his own faults. 

Dew nods, his thumb wiping the tears away on his cheek. “Yeah, bug, don't worry. Rain is right, he does fuck up all the time, and we still love him," 

“Jackass,” Rain sneers and swats Dew hard on the head, before turning back to look at Phantom, and he begins sponging the blood away. 

“Why are you feeling like this all of a sudden?” Rain asks quietly, tucking Phantom’s dark curl behind his ear. 

Phantom just sighs and looks at the ground, not wanting to talk anymore for the time being. Rain recognizes his behaviour, and he frowns, before leaning forward and pressing his forehead against the little bug’s. 

He can’t fix the bug’s sometimes fragile self-confidence, he wishes he could. But; he does know how he, Dew, and Mountain can help. 

“Come on. We haven’t had a date night for you in a while, and you deserve it,” Rain says firmly, grabbing Phantom’s hips and spinning him out of the bathroom. 

The quintessence ghoul squeals in surprise. “Hey, wait- what?!” 

Dew smiles, his hand resting on the small of Phantom’s back. “Fucking great idea, let’s go,”

And with that, all three quickly fall into place. Mountain goes to the kitchen, gathering some food that he knows Phantom likes. Chips, apples, and sandwiches. He also grabs a bottle of whiskey. 

The giant shuffles back up to Dew’s room; where they typically congregate when in a group. Dew has turned his little quarters into a cozy, warm nest. The entire room is covered in pillows and blankets; rich, soft fabrics. Records lay strewn about, with his guitars showcased and papers with music notes on each surface. 

Rain is sitting with Phantom in the nest, tucking the young ghoul into the burgundy blankets. Both ghouls are in thick hoodies, with the hoods up, and curl up together. Dew is pulling his long blond hair up, to keep it out of Rain’s sometimes twitching fingers. Dew grabs the laptop he has and begins scrolling through the movies before settling on a stupid, animated comedy that none of them will be watching. 

Mountain walks over, kneeling beside Phantom and piling a plate full of food to make up for the missed dinner. Phantom pokes out, tentatively eating small bites as he still feels emotional. Dew slides in between Phantom and Mountain, and the large earth ghoul presses kisses along Phantom’s cheekbones, nearly crushing Dew in the process. 

The stompy fire ghoul frowns and elbows Mount in the ribs. “Hey! Don’t squish me! You can kiss him after,” Dew snaps and curls into Phantom’s waist, one arm strewn over the boy as he eats. 

Rain glances at the two, before he turns and focuses on Phantom. The water ghoul and bug have a special bond, more so than anyone else. Besides Dew, Rain and Phantom bonded so quickly, and it was Rain who gave Phantom his first mating bite. He feels the young ghoul so vivdly- and the water ghoul frowns at how harsh Phantom is being on himself. 

“You know we are proud of you, right?” Rain asks quietly, his tone softer than normal. 

Phantom sighs, shaking his head. “No… you had Aether- how can I ever be him-”

Rain puts his hand on Phantom’s knee, squeezing it hard. “Bug, we love Aether. But we don’t want you to be Aether. We want you to be you . We just want bug. We don’t want you to try to be anyone else because you don’t need to be. You are you. And that’s everything you need to be,” 

Phantom buries his face into his hoodie, covering the tears, but the words sink in. 

They just want him to be him. And he is good enough. 

Phantom has to bite down tears, as the waves of emotion wash over him. Phantom always feels emotions heavily, they’re intense for the powerful ghoul. 

Rain wraps his long arms around the ghoul's torso as he tugs the bug closer to him, hugging him tightly into his torso and letting him cry as he needs to. Rain sighs heavily, kissing Phantom’s forehead. There’s a noticeable sag in his shoulders and the thought the boy could be anything other than joyful practically breaks his heart.

Dew and Mountain also end up hugging him, whatever part they can reach. Mountain just wrapped his huge arms around Dew and Phantom, nuzzling his face into the fire ghoul's neck. 

“Oh! I forgot I got you something,” Dew exclaims and wriggles out from under the pile of arms and blankets, not an easy task, considering Phantom pouts and tries to hold on to him. 

With as much grace as a newborn giraffe, Dew finally tumbles out of bed, before nearly crashing face-first into the ground. “Shitfuckdammit-” and is only saved by Mountain’s hand steadying his waist. 

Phantom watches him; he trips and falls too. 

Dewdrop goes to his dresser, yanking open the oak doors, before pulling out a bouquet of flowers. Phantom sits up, the bright colours attracting his gaze immediately. Cirrus often refers to Phantom as a magpie, with his fascination for bright colours and shiny things. A young soul- seeing the world for the first time through beautiful, bright eyes. 

Dew brings over the bouquet consisting of pink, red, yellow, and orange blooms and is laced with fragrant eucalyptus leaves. It was the most beautiful bouquet Phantom had ever seen. His hands reach for it, gasping happily as Dew hands it to him. 

Mountain smirks. “Oh Dew, you romantic. I knew you love shit like that,” 

Dew blushes, steam rising out of his ears. “Shut up, Mount. It’s because he likes pretty things,” 

Phantom is enthralled in the blooms but nods at Dew’s words. “That’s why I like you so much,” the quintessence ghoul says nonchalantly. 

Dew’s cheeks flame red. 

As Dew nestles back beside his bug, warmth and light seem to once again seep out of Phantom. It spills into the small living area, making the room warm and full of life again. 

Rain watches carefully; it almost seems like things seem to come to life around the quintessence ghoul, the flowers, despite being cut and dead, nearly perk up in his hands. Interesting, as if he quietly instructed them to. 

Phantom begins pressing fevered kisses to Dew’s lips, nearly ignoring the other two, but Rain just glances at Mountain and shrugs, before crawling over to get into the earth ghoul's lap, his hands going to his sandy hair as he kisses him, greedily, too. 

Mountain moans, as Phantom’s hands begin running down Dew’s tight stomach, making the fire ghoul whine. “Well, I guess Phantom feels better,” 

Rain unscrews the whiskey bottle and takes a swig, before pouring some into Mountain’s mouth. “Yep, he sure does. Go us. Now let’s go fuck,” 

“ Ah . My ever-romantic water ghoul.”

originally on: we become the flowers - hiraethnefarious - Ghost (Sweden Band) [Archive of Our Own]

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

IT’S DONE. Part 2 of Excuses, Excuses will be uploaded later today when I have my laptop and can actually edit it.

It’s fully written, but I did it on my phone, so there are going to be some major edits that need to be made.

But it’s done. 😮‍💨

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Pairing: Dew/Mountain, Dew/Aether, Dew/Rain, Dew/Swiss

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Ghangbang, Breeding Kink, Mommy Kink, Overstimulation, blink and you'll miss it watersports, Orgasm Delay, Running a train on someone to prep them for a monster cock

Summary: Dewdrop promised everyone a turn.

[namelessbutters-doodles]

He Wants It...No..He Needs It.

‘‘Today is Not My Fucking Day’‘

‘‘OH IT’S DEFINITLEY NOT MY FUCKING DAY!’‘ 

Dew Angrily Mutters To Himself As He Throws And Kicks Stuff Around His Room Almost Breaking Some of Things He Holds Dearly To His Fiery Heart. Any Day He Would Be Careful Trying not to Break Anything In His Path But After The Day He Had Today He Doesn’t Care and Is At His Limit.

Even Waking Up In The Morning, He Felt It  Was Going to Bad Today But He Didn’t Expect How it’ll Go For Him Leading Him To Where He Is Now.

From Stepping On A Thumbtack To Being Electrocuted By A Loose Wire In Band Practice, Being Teased By Swiss, It Shouldn’t Have Bothered him But it Did. Getting His Pants Caught In the Door, Being Chewed Out By Imperator For One Thing That Wasn’t Even His fault. Anything That Should Have Gone Right Today Went So Utterly Bad For Him As More Terrible Yet Utterly Humiliatingly Things Happen As Well.

In His Violent Anger,  He Plops Down In the Mess He Created During His Massive Meltdown Rocking Himself Back And Forth Pressuring Himself To Calm Down But That’s Not Even Helping As The Thoughts In His Own Mind Start to Bother Him.

Not Even Safe From His Mind Today Too.

He’s Looks Anywhere Trying to Make His Mind off Track But Looking At Mess He created, There Piling In Fast.

‘‘Stupid’‘ 

‘‘Couldn’t Even Do It Right’‘

‘‘That Was Surrrre Electrifying Dew, Watcha Trying To do?’‘ Become A Glitch, Hehhehe.’‘

Dew Covers Himself With His Hands, Starting To Shake As He Rocks and Back Forth Faster Breaking Down More Little By Little Causing His Room To Heat Up.

‘‘You Sure Aren’t A Water Ghoul?’‘ 

‘‘You Still Have The Blue Eye There.’‘

‘‘Ghoul Stop Being Useless and Get Back To Work.’‘

‘‘Look All I Am Saying is That Aether Doesn’t Deserve To Be With a Ghoul Like You.’‘

The Room Heats Up, Nails Digging Into To His Skin

‘‘Why Would I Spend A Night With Dew, I’m Pretty Sure He’s Terrible In Bed.’‘

Nails Digging In More Starting to Bleed As Well.

‘‘You Look Awful Today’‘

‘‘I’m Sorry If I Sound Mean But I Think You were Better Looking As a Water Ghoul Without The Afflictions’‘

‘‘Hey Weren’t You The Ghoul Ifri-

He slams The Back of His Head Against The Floor Just Try Somethin, Anything To Make It Not Caring If it Hurts Himself. Looking Up Directly At The Ceiling While Laying Spread Out On The Floors. His Disastrous Thoughts Stopping As The Pain Inflicted He Did Him Self Cease.

‘‘Well That Helped...’‘ He Mumbled Staring up At The Ceiling, Feeling Headache Coming Now. Making Him Whimper. He Side Eyes Taking In The Destruction Of His Room That Was Once Tidy And Cleaned Up Now A Crappy Room, Objects On the Ground Luckily Not Broken, A Hole In The Hall, The Mirror Shattered In Many Pieces. His Bed All Ruined And Bunch Other Things He did Around Him Starting To Bother Him Even More Than Before.

The Heat In The Room Has Died Down As He Tries Not Make Himself More Frustrated and Upset Not Wanting To Look Even More Pathetic Than He Is Now. A Few Minutes Pass By Consisting Of Teeth Grinding Against Each Other and Tail Thumping Against the Floor While Dew Attempts To Figure out What To do To Make Stop Feelin Like This. Want The Day To Be Over, Wanting to Fall Asleep Not Worrying About Tomorrow, Wanting To Be Cuddled and Possibly Intimate with...Someone.

Wanting to Let Go From The Day He Had Today.

To Be Embraced, Kissed, Pressed Up Against Someone As They Make Him Come Undone As They Grant Him The Pleasure He Needs. To Be In Someone’s As They Praise Him And Call Him The Most Sweetest Yet Things A Few Ghouls Had Called Him When Being Intimate.

He Wants it....No.. 

HE NEEDS IT.

He Goes Over What Ghouls He needs to Let Go With:

Aether? No He’s Out Today With Copia.

Swiss? Not After The Thing He Said Today.

Rain? Maybe But No He Spending Time With The Girls Teaching Them His New Water Techniques From A Old Book He read From. He Doesn’t Want To Interrupt Them.

That Only Leave One Person, The Gentle Yet Tall Giant Named Mountain. He Isn’t Busy Today, Mountain Been Checking On Him to Make Sure He’s Alright When Something Had Happened Today, Glancing at Dewdrop Not Noticing The Looks Dew Gives Him Back After. Appreciating the Help Dew Provides When Attending The Green House or Helping Dew Back When He Gets in trouble or Sometimes Being Bratty To Surprise Dew More. 

Dew Purrs At the Thought Of Mountain Being Bratty, Always Managing To Learn How Or What Makes Mountain Do The Things He Strangely Does In This Confusing All But Fascinating World Everything Revolves Around Of. He Hopes When He See’s Mountain He Just Doesn’t Start Bawling His Eyes, Not Wanting To Look More Worse Now Also Thinking That Mountain Might Say Something Will Make The Day Even More Worse.

‘’Breaths in, Breaths Out’’

‘’I Can Do This.’’ Dewdrop Sighs, Getting Up From Hard Floor Heading Straight Outside Leaving His Door Wide Opened, Not Caring About The State of His Room or Worrying If Someone See’s It, No the Only Thing On His Mind is

Letting Go...With Mountain By His Side Tonight.

He Marches Thru The Halls Of The Abbey, Glad No Sibling Or Ghoul Around To See The Fire Ghoul March like He’s On Mission Judging By The Way He Walks and Looks. It’s Long Way To Mountain’s Room Due to All New Things Put In Place By There Clergy, Mountain Decided To Move Rooms Due to The Lack Of Space and Of Course His Height Gaining a Bigger Bedroom In The Process That’ll Seem Fit For A King Or Queen. 

Things are Going Smoothly For the Fire Ghoul as He Gets Closer To Destination But Alas His Thoughts Are Going After Him Again.

Thoughts Becoming Stronger As he Practically Sprints Just to Get Away, His Mind Torturing, Running Even Faster Feeling His Lungs Burn Not Stopping For A Quick Break While His Own Mind Consumes Him Like A Prisoner. He Runs and Runs, Legs Hurting, Headache Pounding More, More Out of Breath, Holding on to His Goal Of Letting Go.

He Makes it.

Landing Directly In Front of Mountain’s Door, Heavy Breathing, All Sweaty, Lung Burnings. Taking The Quick Breaks He Needs In Order for this Work. He Lifts Himself Up Using The Big Pot of Flowers Right Beside Him. Standing Up, Breathing Slowly But Heavily Now He Looks Up At Door now. Too Tired Or Exhausted He’s About to Knock But One Of His Thoughts Interrupts Him.

‘‘Is This A Mistake?’‘

‘‘What If He Laughs?’‘

‘‘You Don’t Ne-’‘

‘‘Fuck it.’‘ Dewdrop Says as He Knocks On The Door Ignoring His Trouble Some Thoughts With His Horn Too Exhausted to Use His Hands From The Long Run He Just Did. He Hears Movement Coming From the Room, Drawers Being and Items Being Placed Down.

‘‘Dammit, Bus-’‘ Dew Almost Says Before Mountain Opens The Door Wearing A Fluffy Blue Robe With A Green And Red Tint Mixed In, His Hair Up In A Bun, Skin Looking Radiant As Ever. Mountain Is Like  A  Angel Who’’ll  Protect You From The Dangers If Needed.

‘‘Hello Droplet, Nice To See You.’‘ Dew Stiffens At The Old Nickname He Hadn’t Heard In A Very Long Time. He Hopes Mountain Didn’t See That But He Did.

‘‘What’s Wrong?” Mountain Questioned as He Looks At the Fire Ghoul. The Fire Ghoul Starts to Tremble As He can Feel His eyes Start to Water.

‘‘Did Your Day Ge-OOOF!’‘ Dewdrop Immediately Goes Into Mountain’s Chest Starting To Ramble And Bawl His eyes at How Everything Went Wrong and How His Mind Won’t Stop Torturing Him. Hugging Mountain Tighter, Getting His Robe Wet his Tears Crying Harder. Mountain Rubs Dew’s Head, Hugging Him letting Him Let All Out, Rubbing His Back soothingly.

‘‘i-m so-sorry’‘

‘‘Sorry, For What My Dear’‘

‘‘C-’’sniffles-Coming Here Cryi-’‘

‘‘It’s okay To Cry Dew, Let it Out.’‘

He Looks Up At Mountain, Eyes Red And Puffy he Cries More, Mountain Picks Him Up and Carries Him Shutting The Door So They Can Have Privacy.

Mountain Goes Directly to The Edge Of His Bed, Almost Placing the Distraught Ghoul Down But is Quickly Stopped By Dew Pleas.

‘‘Don’t Put M-m-Me Down Plz...’‘

‘‘Let Me Be Just Be In Your Arms...’‘

Mountain Lets Him Stay in His Arms, Sitting Down On The Edge Holding The Weeping Fire Ghoul While Moments of Sniffling and Bawling Happens.

Few Moments Go By and Dewdrop No Tears Left to Cry is Laying On Mountain’s Thigh While Mountain Pets His Head Softly Feeling Content Now And Mind A Bit Clearer Now Than Before. Mountain Rubs His Back Again Softly to Help Him a Bit. 

‘‘Better?’‘ Mountain Asked, Looking Down At Dew. 

‘‘A Little.’‘ Dew Mutters, Not Wanting to Move At this Moment’‘

They Go Like For A Few More Minutes, Dewdrop is Feeling More and More Better.

‘‘How Bad Was It Today?’‘

....

‘‘That Bad, Huh?’‘

Dewdrop Nods, Not Wanting To Speak, His Throat Raw From His Breakdown.

‘‘What Do You Need Me To Do, Dear Ember?

....

Moments Of Silence Pass

Dewdrop Looks Up at Mountain All Lovingly 

He Speaks

‘‘I Want You To Make Me Let go.’‘

‘‘How?’‘

‘‘In Your Own Way Please...’‘

Clothes Are Scattered In Matter Of Seconds, Laying On The Floor, Dewdrop Lays Bare On His Back On The Bed. Mountain Preparin Him and Himself Knowing How This Night Will go. He Doesn’t Teases Him Like He Usually Does Or Roughs Him Up, He Kisses the Tender Spots, The Scars, Feeling The Fur Against Him. Clicking there Horns Together, Tails Intertwining.

Mountain Goes Thru The Gentle Foreplay To Make This Experience More Better and Gentle as He too Wants To Let Go With Dew.

‘‘Lights On Or Off?’‘ 

‘‘On.’‘

‘‘Anything Else, Ember?’‘

‘‘No.’‘

Mountain’s On Top Looking Directly Down Dew’s Flushed Face.

‘‘Your Sure?’‘

‘‘I’m Sure...Please...’‘

Just...

‘‘What, Sweetie?’‘

‘’Make Love to Me’’

Mountain Leans Down Kissing Dew, Embracing Him as He Pushes in gently.

He Cradles Dew’s Head In His Arms.

‘’I’ll Love Too, My..

‘’Fire Lily’’.