#mountain ghoul 🖤

[autumnblooms]

I fell in love with the fire long ago

[hyenasheep]

Ghostober

Day 29 - Ghouls

[chapel-of-rizztual]

wondering if you could write Swiss/Mountain with Phantom based on this prompt that came to mind: “it’s okay to be sad, you don’t always need a reason to feel things.” 🖤😭

Phantom makes his way to Mountains greenhouse slowly, stumbling over a tree root as he goes. He shivers, it’s not cold, the opposite actually it was a pleasantly warm day, but Phantom had this odd  feeling on the pit of his belly, empty and cold. 

He didn’t want to be alone today, but when he woke up the common room was empty, all the other ghouls off completing chores for the day. He let out a sad whine realising he was alone, taking off in the direction of the greenhouse before he even realised, knowing Mountain would be there, and that he wouldn’t mind having a clinging ghoul clinging to him all day. 

He slides the door to the greenhouse open, stepping in, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight in front of him. Mountain had Swiss pinned up against one of the desks, his large hand sprawled on Swiss’ slender waist. Swiss had one hand buried in Mountain’s hair, pulling hard on his curls making him moan into the kiss, the other was on his ass, squeezing and kneading at the flesh.  It was sloppy and messy, the intention that was leading somewhere else was clear. 

Phantom squeaks, stepping backwards, tripping over an empty plant pot, crashing into the glass wall. 

“Shit-sorry, I didn’t realise-I’ll just go.” He stumbles again, over his own feet, trying to get to the door. “I’m sorry, I really am.” 

“Phantom.” Mountain pulls him out of a apologising. “It’s okay.” Him and Swiss are still stood pressed up against each other, but their attention has turned to him. They’re both smiling sweetly at him, but somehow it sets Phantom even more on edge. 

Swiss must sense his distress, his smile slowly creeping into a look of concern. 

“You okay, bug?” 

Phantom scratches at the back of his neck, pulling some of the hairs, a nervous tick. 

“I just- I- uh, there was no one in the common room? So- I- Mountain?” He stutters making no sense. Somehow both ghouls understand what he means. 

“You came to find me, bug?” Mountain asks him softly. 

Phantom nods, still pulling on his hair. 

“I didn’t realise you’d be busy-I’m sorry- I can leave.” 

“Phantom.” Mountain cuts him off before he can leave. “What did you want me for, darling?” 

Phantom looks down, suddenly finding the pebble by his feet fascinating. 

“Didn’t want to be alone.” He mumbles, looking up at Mountain with big wet eyes. “Wanted a hug.” There are tears welling in his eyes. 

 Swiss and Mountain share a look before looking at Phantom in unison. 

“Get over here, bug.” They both open their arms for him. Phantom immediately falls onto them, letting himself be pulled into the middle. Swiss wraps his arms around his waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. 

“Two for the price of one, huh.” 

Mountain laughs at him.

“Phantom sandwich.” 

Phantom huffs a laugh at both of them, feeling Mountain wrap his arms around his neck, pulling in him into his chest. Phantom rests his head on Mountain, listening to the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat. 

“You feeling okay today, bug?” Mountain whispers to him. Phantom shrugs, letting out a little whine. 

“You don’t know?” Swiss rubs at his belly. Phantom shakes his head. “Feel…odd. Sad maybe? But I have nothing to be sad about, nothing happened I just woke up feeling…empty?”  Mountain strokes his hair, pulling the curls tighter and letting them spring back up.  “Its okay to be sad, you don’t always need a reason to feel things.”

Phantom whines again, pushing his face deeper into Mountain’s chest, he feels Swiss’ arms tighten around his waist. “Human feelings are hard.”

Both ghouls chuckle at him.

“They are.” Swiss agrees with him. “But you’ll get use to it all, I promise.”

“You can’t be any worse then Dew.” Mountain chuckles again.

“I don’t want to be sad forever.” Phantom pouts up at Mountain.

“Oh, bug.” Mountain runs a thumb over Phantom’s cheek. “You won’t be. Sometimes you just feel sad for no reason, and that’s okay.”

Swiss places a kiss to his neck, just under his ear.

“And it never lasts, you’ll probably feel better after a good sleep.”

Phantom hums in acknowledgment, sinking deeper into both ghouls embrace.

“I know what will cheer you up.” Mountain says. “There’s some blueberries that are ready for picking.”

Phantom gasps, looking up at Mountain with hopeful eyes. “Blueberries?” 

“Yeah, bug. Blueberries. You wanna help me pick them?”

Phantom nods enthusiastically.

“Yes please.” He grabs at Swiss hand. “Swiss can help too?”

Swiss squeezes at his hand. “Yeah, bug, I can help.”

Phantom keeps his tail wrapped around Mountain’s forearm and his hand in Swiss’ as the three of them pick the blueberries, then moving on to pick strawberries and raspberries. Phantom eats over half of them as they pick, adamant that’s he’s not despite the purple smudge of berry juice on his cheek.

[itstimetoghoul]

I missed you so so much!! Ur literally my fav artist for ghouls, etc. your designs are so pretty and I got so excited when I first found you and noticed you shipped cirrus x dew 🖤hope you've been ok /gen

If u ever have the time I'd love to see more of those two soft or nots. I loved that lil comic with mountain too explaining their dynamic too that the air and fire ghouls had, they seem they wanna be such sweethearts to each other but both r so teasin. Ty for feeding me some good dinner each time u post

JUST for you... i dusted off my old notes and art I left on hold and continued 'Lending an Ear'. It's very spicy but hopefully it won't get found and dealt with quickly... otherwise here is a link to view on a03 where the rest of the comic is for a refresher! :) The new page is on Chapter 2.

Continuation of: PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 (here)

Full updates over on A03!

[sphylor]

For the kiss prompts, number 21 with Mountaindew if you wanna! Please and thank you 🖤

can i just say thank you so so much for sending this?? i havent been able to stop thinking about it all day KJNFHBS ive been tossing around some ideas in my head for a couple of months now but this helped me turn those into actual writing shjbfd also on AO3

21. …on a place of insecurity. (cw for body dysmorphia)

Dew picked up the pair of jeans he had tossed to the floor before going to sleep the previous night and stepped into them. They slipped past his calves and over his knees with ease as he pulled them up. When they reached the meat of his thighs, though, he had to shimmy them up a little. He did his fly up and turned to reach for a tshirt but paused when he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

Something felt off. He stepped closer, trying to figure out what it was. He looked at where his trousers met his waist and noticed how they dug into his pale skin, causing it to ever so slightly spill over the top of his jeans. He frowned. 

There was a knock at the door and the sound of creaking as it opened.

“Hey, firefly. Are you ready to come help me in the greenhouse?” 

Dew didn’t turn to greet Mountain, he didn’t even lift his gaze to look at the earth ghoul’s reflection in the mirror. His eyes were still fixed on the fat of his waist and his brain was filled with roaring static. His view of the mirror was blocked, though, as Mountain stood in front of him. Dew sucked in a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been withholding and looked up at Mountain

“What’s wrong, droplet?” The concern in Mountain’s voice echoed the expression on his face. 

“I-” Dew faltered. He felt stupid for feeling so weird about it. He looked down at the ground in shame. Except his gaze never reached the ground, it got caught again on his waist. 

Mountain followed his line of sight and smiled softly. “I see...”

“I gained weight, Mount.” Dew’s voice shook slightly as he said it and he felt even more pathetic.

“You did.” Mountain agreed. “I’m guessing you’re not feeling too great about it, though?”

Dew shook his head and Mountain hummed as moved to kneel before Dew.

“I can understand where those feelings might be coming from… May I touch you?”

Dew nodded and Mountain gently placed his hands on his waist. “Do you remember how thin you were when you were first summoned? I do,” the earth ghoul brushed his calloused thumbs against Dew’s soft skin. “Your hip bones jutted out so prominently,” he moved his thumbs to circle the bumps of Dew’s hips, delicately pressing into the small layer of fat between the skin and the bone. “And your stomach looked like it had never been home to a good meal in its life,” Dew shuddered as Mountain pulled a hand away from his hip to stroke down the gentle curve of his belly. “I thought you were the most beautiful ghoul I had ever seen. But I also didn’t know if you were gonna make it-” Mountain’s voice broke slightly as he looked up at Dew, who wiped a tear from his cheek before the earth ghoul could notice it falling. “I still think you’re the most beautiful ghoul I have ever seen. But now? You have never looked more alive.”

Dew didn’t know what to say. He was overwhelmed with emotions that he couldn’t even name. He tried to open his mouth to speak, to tell Mountain how much he appreciated his words, his whole existence. To tell him how grateful he was each and every day to have met him. But he could only manage to say one thing. 

“I love you.”

Mountain smiled, clearly knowing everything that those words meant in that moment. “I love you too, firefly. Each and every part of you.” He lowered his head to press a kiss into the softness of Dew’s stomach, his lips as soft as rose petals. He moved further up and pressed more kisses into his skin. Over old scars and new curves. Looking up at the mirror, he saw every so-called imperfection suddenly made perfect. He wondered if this was how Mountain, how everyone in his pack, saw him every day. Mountain worked his way up Dew’s body with his kisses until he reached his face, where he stood up, planted a kiss on the tip of Dew’s nose then backed away.

“Hey!” Dew frowned.

Mountain laughed lightly. “What?”

“You forgot a spot.” Dew pouted and pointed to his lips.

Mountain raised an eyebrow. “You’re still meant to be helping me in the greenhouse today, remember? I can’t just give you your reward for that now.”

Dew somehow managed to pout even more and Mountain rolled his eyes. He bent down and gave Dew a little peck on the lips. 

“A little taster, then. Just for you.”

Dew laughed and shook his head “I guess that will have to last me all day.” He threw on a shirt and quickly brushed his hair before putting it up in a ponytail. As he turned to leave, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror again. This time he smiled. Only a small one, but it was a smile nonetheless. 

The fire ghoul looked up at Mountain’s reflection in the mirror. “Hey Mount?”

“Yes?”

Dew turned around. “Thank you.” Mountain crossed the room and cradled Dew’s face with a large, warm hand. “Thank you for letting me love you as much as you let me.”

[cupid-ghoul]

🖤 the ghouls as scrungly cats - because I can and I think it's important 🖤

dewdrop

rain

aether

swiss

mountain

sunshine

cumulus

cirrus

phantom

aurora

- all cat photos are from pinterest -

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Kinktober Day 4: Bondage (Mountain x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 4 of Kinktober! I love my big boys, Mountain is absolutely divine in every way, this was so fun I hope you enjoy! 🖤

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, ADULT CONTENT, Bondage, soft dom Mountain, praise, fingering, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, size kink if you squint, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, Fem! Reader, AFAB! Reader, use of good girl, swearing, I think that's it, let me know if I missed any!

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link!

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You squealed at the feeling of Mountain's enormous hands sliding over the curve of your ass, you pulled the collar of his shirt to bring him closer for another kiss. You sat straddling his lap, the movie you had put on long forgotten background noise as the two of you made out in his dimly lit quarters. You hum seductively as you roll your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, earning a soft groan from your partner. "Someone's getting excited." You giggle, wiggling your hips in a way that makes Mountain's breath audibly catch.

"Can you blame me?" He asks, his eyes dark with lust. He gives your ass a gentle squeeze, hungrily eyeing you. His lips trail over your neck, the feeling of his hot breath against your skin causing you to shiver. "You always make it so fucking hard to keep my hands off you Sunbeam." He groans. You moan softly as he nips at your skin, taking his time to stop and leave a trail of dark love bites in his wake. "Such a pretty little thing you are, and you're all mine." He remarks with a pleased sigh. You squeak as he effortlessly flips you underneath him, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands slip under the hem of his shirt, your fingers gently running over the soft skin of his stomach with familiarity. You smile against his lips as you trace down his happy trail, the metal button of his jeans cold against your fingertips. He pulls back slightly with a chuckle. "Now who's excited, hm?" You couldn't help but blush at his teasing tone.

"I want you." You whined, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"So impatient Sunbeam." He pretends to pout. "How am I supposed to have any fun with you?" Despite his playful demeanor it was importable to miss the mischievous glint in his eye. He gently caresses your face, his claws sharp as he holds your chin in his hand. "If only there was some way to ensure you keep your hands to yourself." He pretends to think. You feel your heart start to beat faster, looking up at him seductively.

"Any ideas, Mount?" A smile slowly spreads across your face as you feel a vibe start to wind its way around your ankle.

"Maybe one." He admits coyly. "Sunbeam?"

"Green light." You chirp.

"Remind me of our safe word." He instructs with a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Cosmos." You smile.

"Good girl," he grins down at you. "Let me know if any of these get too tight, sweetness." Mountain focuses, using his Earth Ghoul magic to cause vines to grow in his room. They wrapped around your wrists and ankles at a tantalizing pace. Seemingly satisfied with his work, Mountain asks you one more time for your color before getting started. His hand ghosts over the inside of your thigh, the tiny shorts you had on giving him unrestricted access to your soft, pillowy skin. You couldn't stop a shiver from running down your spine as his lips brushed over your leg, placing delicate kisses everywhere he could reach. He pushes up your shirt, kissing a trail up your stomach, in between the valley of your breasts, and over your collarbones. He removes your clothes as much as he can in your restrained position causing you to laugh. His eyes meet yours, both of your faves cracking into bright smiles as you giggled together.

"It doesn't need to come off, it just needs to be out of the way." He reminds you of his usual mantra whenever you are tied up, both of you are too impatient to take the time to remove your clothes. "You look so pretty all spread out for me." He coos with a sharp smile.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask softly. Mountain obliges instantly, leaning down so his lips could meet yours. You nipped at his bottom lip, he chuckled at your playfully defiant action. Kisses trail along your jawline as he runs his massive paws over your exposed torso. Mountain's hands were warm, a delightful contrast to his slightly chilly room, as they massaged the muscles in your thighs. Your back instinctually arches off the bed aa his hot breath fans over your chest. You could tell from his slow, languid movements that he was planning on taking his time with you, planning on driving you almost to the brink of insanity before fully enveloping you in pleasure only he could provide. He drags a claw through the valley of your breasts, tracing along one of their curves before taking it in his hand. You moan softly as Mountain gently pinches the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers. You squirm against the restraints, trying to push your body further into his, desperate to touch him.

"My poor baby." Mountain chuckles, pushing your hips down into the bed as he drops his mouth to your breast. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple, soothing the dull ache from his fingers. He pulls off of you with a soft pop, blowing softly on the damp flesh causing you to whine at the sensation. "I hate to break it to you, Sunbeam, but you have a long night ahead of you if you're already this worked up." He returned to assaulting your senses, delighted by the soft cries that fell from your lips as he covered your body in love bites. He squeezes your thigh, fingers trailing up the inside of your leg until he is aggravatingly close to your soaked core before moving them away again.

"So mean, Mounty." You pout, knowing your attempts were futile.

"Uh-uh, little one," he tuts, grabbing your face in his hand. "You know you're not going to get rewarded acting like that." His threat only caused you to become more aroused. He smirked as he watched you try and pull your legs together, desperate for any type of contact. He situates himself between your legs, sliding his arms around your hips to keep you exactly where he wanted you. He places sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your bare skin, alternating with a few bites here and there to ensure no area was left unmarked. You cry out as he licks one firm, long stripe over your clit without warning, your back arching off the bed as he still held your hips completely still. Mountain let's out an obscene groan as the taste of you coats his tongue. Your eyes meet his, the sight of his blown pupils making his normally warm brown gaze pitch black as his senses are entirely consumed by you. He doesn't hesitate before diving back in, one taste of you alone enough to drive him over the edge. He roughly sucks your clit into his mouth, drawing various shapes over the bud with his skilled tongue. Your first instinct was to reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, only to be snapped back in place by the wines that held your wrist. Mountain growled, your focus returned to him with a whine. You knew that look he had. That look meant that you're not going anywhere until he's finished with you. He teased your entrance with his fingers, humming against you as he felt how utterly soaked you were. "So pretty, my Sunbeam." He lays his head on your pillowy thigh, your arousal dripping off his chin. He drank in the sight of you; your face flushed, your hair sprawled haphazardly across the pillows, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you tried to slow your breathing, Mountain couldn't remember a time when you had looked more beautiful.

"Mounty," you whine, "please."

"Have you been good, Sunbeam?" You nod, his sharp fangs glint in the soft light. He notices tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. He sunk his long fingers into you, you keened at the sudden fullness, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watches your expression carefully as he gives you a few preliminary pumps, prepping you to take all of his massive length. He presses one of his large hands flat against your pelvis, allowing him to assault the soft spot inside you that had your vision going black around the edges.

“Mountain.” You sob his name as you feel pleasurable pressure building in your core. You strained against the vines that held you in place. Mountain’s praise crackled like static in your ears as your climax ripped through you, you screamed in pure ecstasy as his fingers fucked you through your high. Mountain was an absolute master at his craft. Expertly tipping you over the edge repeatedly until he reduced you to a sobbing, writing mess beneath him.

You feel his thumb run softly over your bottom lip, puffy from a mixture of his ferocious kisses and you biting at it to attempt, and fail, to keep quiet. “My beautiful Sunbeam, you look just about spent.” He chuckles, caressing the side of your face. You sleepily shake your head.

“Not until you’re satisfied.” You try your best to wink at him, both of you a mess of flustered giggles. You feel the vines loosen around your wrists and ankles, Mountain carefully massages each spot, checking to make sure you’re alright.

“Think you have one more in you, love bug?” You hum softly, reaching out and finally taking your lover in your arms. Your voice cracks in a moan as he eases himself into you. “Fuck you feel so good.” He groans, placing a kiss on your forehead. Your fingers tangle into his hair, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he slowly fucks you. Mountain was a moaning mess in seconds, repeatedly telling you how good you felt and how well you were taking him. You pressed soft kisses to the side of his face, your soft gasps only edging his own climax closer. He was so gentle with you, a sharp contrast from the man who just had you cumming on his tongue and fingers for the past hour. His pace slowly increased until his hips suddenly stuttered to a stop, you moan at the feeling of him finishing inside of you. You hiss slightly as he pulls out of you. Mountain collapses on the bed next to you, opening his arms for you. “Come here Sunbeam, I’ll help you clean up in a minute. You nuzzled into his warm chest, the smell of warm musk and damp earth filling your nose. Mountain strokes your hair as he holds you close to him, you find yourself completely relaxed as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you more, Mount.” You smile up at him.

“I love you most.”

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[themidnightghoul]

Take a Bite

Swiss has only one thing on his mind: sinking his teeth into a certain Earth Ghoul.

Rating: Explicit (MDNI 18+ seriously I mean it) Word Count: 1757

This was written for @hypnoneghoul because his love for SwissAlps made me want to write about them 🖤

Read on AO3 or below!

It was like the worst kind of torture, being so close to him but unable to do anything. Swiss had to watch him all night from his stage and somehow act like he wasn’t dying to sink his teeth into every inch of the Earth Ghoul that was right fucking there. Watching the way he threw everything into his drums, the way he gripped the sticks with his hands (Satanas those hands would be his downfall), the sweat pouring off of him. Mountain was perfect in every way and Swiss wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of him as soon as he could. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, why he wanted to feel his teeth sink into his flesh, but he needed it more than air and it was the only thing he could focus on right now.

All Ritual long he was stealing glances at Mountain, throwing him his thousand watt smile and tilting his head. Eventually Mountain caught on and Swiss would occasionally catch him biting at his lip, flashing a glimpse of his fangs, running his hands up and down his thighs when he had a moment to rest. Swiss felt like he was on fire, burning from the inside out. He took it out on everything except for the Ghoul he wanted between his teeth the most. When the buildup became too much, he jumped off his stage and stomped across to Dew, toying around with him during Watcher in the Sky. On his way back, he took the path that went behind Mountain’s kit and quickly snuck up to him, tickling at his waist, and then made his way back to his stage. For now, he was sated, but it wouldn’t last long.

Once the final song was finished and Mountain was able to climb down from his platform, Swiss practically pounced on the giant. He hugged him, his arms immediately wrapping around his waist and squeezing, and inhaled his scent. Even through his sweat soaked clothes, which Swiss found himself gently gnawing at as he hugged him, he could smell dirt, moss, pine trees, fresh air, all of the scents that enveloped the Earth Ghoul and made him him. It was like taking a walk through a forest every time that scent washed over Swiss and he never wanted to leave. 

Through final bows, Swiss was glued to his side, and as they made their way off the stage for the final time, he refused to let go of Mountain’s hand. He dragged him away, practically sprinting back to the dressing room. The others chatted amongst themselves, pretending like they didn’t notice how Swiss’ desire was practically drowning them with how strong it was tonight. No one even jokingly made a pass at Mountain with how Swiss had been acting, content to pair off with each other and leave the two of them to themselves. Swiss changed quickly, throwing on sweatpants and a hoodie and keeping his eyes trained on Mountain the entire time. He audibly groaned watching him undress and change into his after show clothing, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited around for the rest of the pack to be ready to head to the van. 

The ride to the hotel felt like it took far too long. Swiss sat next to Mountain, who was running his fingertips across the top of his head, occasionally scratching the space that would be between his horns if they weren’t all still glamoured. Everyone laughed, talked about the Ritual, but all Swiss could focus on was Mountain and how he was going to devour him as soon as their hotel room door was shut. 

“Just a bit longer, Spark. You’re being so good,” he whispered, and Swiss thought he was going to die on the spot from those words alone.

Once they were in the hotel lobby and the keys had been passed out by Papa, his usual speech about behaving and not causing any issues given, the Ghouls all piled into the elevator to head to their respective floors. Swiss hadn’t let go of Mountain, burying his head in his chest and just breathing in his scent to try and keep himself calm. The elevator ride was mercifully quick and when they hit their floor and stepped out, it was Mountain’s turn to drag Swiss along as he walked toward their room for the night, the Multi-Ghoul feeling like he was high off of the scent he had been breathing in.

“Have fun you two,” Dew called out, saluting the two Ghouls as he dipped into his and Rain’s shared room.

Swiss just flung up his middle finger as he fumbled his way through unlocking the door and kicking it open, stepping inside with Mountain right behind him. The door to the hotel room was barely shut and their bags were still in hand but Swiss was already all over Mountain. He was all hands, claws, teeth, desperately grabbing and pulling at Mountain’s clothes to get them off as soon as he could.

“Need you, Mount. Please,” he begged, pleaded, swore to Lucifer himself that he would do anything just to have his Earth Ghoul now.

Mountain effortlessly picked Swiss up, making him feel small which was an unusual feeling for him, and walked over to the bed. Swiss nipped at any open skin that he could reach with Mountain just chuckling at how needy the Multi-Ghoul was.

“What is it with you tonight, Spark?” He sat down on the edge of the bed, holding Swiss in his lap as he continued to pull at his shirt, grumbling when Mountain dropped his glamour halfway through pulling it off of his head and it got caught on one of his horns. “You’re so cute when you’re grumpy, you know.” He gently pressed a kiss to the end of Swiss’ nose and watched as his glamour melted away.

“Cut it out, Mount,” he chuckled, his cheeks darkening at Mountain’s compliment. “I just…I don’t fucking know, don’t ask, just take your clothes off.” 

Mountain, rolling his eyes, ran his hands up the back of Swiss’ shirt, claws dragging back down his skin. “You’re insatiable, Swiss. We have all night,” he whispered, leaning in to run his fangs along Swiss’ pulse point. 

Swiss whined, a needy and pathetic noise that made Mountain smile. “Fucking hells, just let me-“ He was cut off by the feeling of Mountain sinking his teeth into his shoulder and he felt his cock kick in his sweatpants. The strangled sounds that escaped his throat only seemed to urge the Earth Ghoul on, his teeth shifting while still buried in Swiss’ skin. It took more effort than he could fathom to not immediately make a mess of himself and he had no idea how he managed to hold his shit together.

When he finally pulled away, gently licking at the puncture marks, Swiss was fuzzy headed and grinning like an idiot. “Already falling apart, are we?” Mountain chuckled and drug his teeth across the bite again which, mercifully, made Swiss come to his senses. 

Swiss growled, pushing Mountain down onto the bed and holding his hands above his head. “I’ve been waiting all fucking night to get you under me, Dirt Boy. Sit. Still. Behave.” His voice was a low rumble, that of a predator finally locking on to its prey. He nosed behind Mountain’s ear, let his tongue run down the vein on his throat that he loved so much, felt his fangs dripping with anticipation. As he inhaled Mountain’s earthy scent, he felt him squirm beneath him and he growled again. “Don’t move, Petal. Let me have this. You have no idea how much I need this.”

Mountain behaves, stays still, keeps his arms where Swiss had them held down so that his own hands are free to drift up and down his chest, his waist, his hips, digging his fingertips in hard enough to leave bruises that he’ll see for days. When Swiss finally had his fill, scenting him enough to where no one will be able to mistake who marked up the Earth Ghoul, he sat back and looked down at him for a moment. He wasn’t prepared for Mountain to tilt his head ever so slightly and grin at him and it made his breath catch. “Go on, Spark,” he whispered and turned his head fully to the side, baring his throat to the Multi-Ghoul.

Any resolve that Swiss had pretended he still held vanished and he immediately bared his fangs and latched on to Mountain’s throat. He punctured the skin effortlessly, like it was nothing more than paper, and wiggled his jaw as he tried to get the best hold. Mountain stayed as still as he could but the sounds he let out underneath Swiss only served to encourage the Multi-Ghoul to bite harder, deeper, ensuring his mark would be permanent. Swiss moved his hands everywhere on Mountain that he could get ahold of, less with the desire to leave bruises and more with a need to just feelhim. 

Seconds, minutes, neither Ghoul could tell how long had passed before Swiss removed his teeth from Mountain’s neck, lapping the blood that flowed from the deep puncture marks. He kissed the dark and swollen skin around the bite gently, smirking when Mountain would hiss from the pain. 

“You look so pretty with my teeth marks on you, Petal,” Swiss whispered against his skin as he continued to kiss, moving from the bite to the front of his neck, down and across his chest. He left less intrusive bite marks, these more intended to be playful, akin to decorations. Moving down from his chest to his stomach, his hips, nipping and marking as he moved. He would alter between leaving teeth marks in the skin to sucking pretty bruises, kissing each mark he made. Sitting back on Mountain’s legs, he admired his work.

Mountain’s eyes were glazed over, fluttering open and closed occasionally. His beautiful grey skin was covered in Swiss’ marks and he looked like a beautiful piece of art. Swiss took his fingertips and moved them along Mountain’s skin. As gentle as he was, Mountain let out soft whimpers each time he made contact with a mark, his hips rolling up against Swiss’ body as he desperately searched for any sort of contact.

“Oh Mount, who’s falling apart now?” Swiss chuckled as he bent back over, fangs itching to sink back into skin.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Hello! I love your stories and was wondering if I could request a Mountain x Swiss story. With a soft Dom or pleasure Dom Mountain and a praise kink Swiss. Where Swiss just melts whenever Mountain praises him, maybe it causes him to start chirping or trilling.

Hope you have a great day!

Swiss pants, Mountain’s fingers still moving relentlessly inside him as he pulls yet another orgasm from him. His hand tightens in Mountain’s hair as the earth ghoul sucks harshly at his clit and Swiss feels himself gushing around his fingers, soaking him and the sheets below him for a third time. 

Mountain hums into his cunt, the hand that isn’t buried inside him comes wrap around his shaking thighs. He pulls off with a lewd pop, giving his clit one last long lick, watching it twitch with a satisfied grin. 

“There we go, knew you could give me another one, Edelweiss.” Mountain's fingers still inside him but he doesn’t pull out. 

Swiss can’t talk, just groans in reply to him, his hips rolling down onto Mountain’s finger subconsciously. 

Mountain presses a kiss to his hip. 

“You wanna go again, baby? Want another one already?” He slowly thrusts his fingers again, watching as slick dribbles out of Swiss and runs down his wrist. 

Swiss’ head rolls back onto the pillow behind him with a groan. 

“Please-Mount, please.” 

Mountain hums, giving a few kitten licks to his clit. 

“You want my fingers again, baby? Or do you want me to fuck you?” 

Mountain rolls Swiss’ clit with his tongue, before sucking the bud back into his mouth. Swiss moans, biking his hips up into Mountain’s touch. 

“F-fuck. Fuck me, please.” 

Mountain gives one last hard suck to Swiss’ clit before pulling off and pulling his slick soaked finger out of him. “Seeing as you asked so nicely.” Swiss whines at the loss and pouts. Mountain huffs a laugh at him, mad handling him so his legs are thrown over his hips. He runs the head of his cock through Swiss’ slick folds, tapping the head against Swiss’ clit a few times. Swiss whines with it, his legs twitching around Mountain's hips.

“You ready for me, baby?”

Swiss nods, grabbing at Mountain's hip, trying to pull him in. Mountain pushes in slowly, watching in fascination as he slowly disappears into the multi ghoul.  “Fuck, baby. Wish you could see this, your little cunt just swallows me up.” Mountain groans, finally pushing all the way in, his hips pressing up again Swiss’ ass. “Fucking sucking me in, I don’t know how I’m going to pull out.”

  Swiss moans, high pitched and feminine, one had coming up to his chest to pull at his nipples. 

Mountain gives a grunt of approval. 

“That’s it, play with your tits for me. Put on a show for me.” 

Swiss pushes his chest to together creating a cleavage, fingers swill rolling his nipples. Mountain leans forwards with a pleased him, spitting directly into the little valley that Swiss had created. 

“Get them wet for me, wanna see them all wet and messy for me.” He spits again, directly over one of Swiss’ nipples this time. “Maybe if you behave, I’ll cum on them, get them even messier.” 

Swiss moans, rubbing the salvia into his chest, using it as lube to rub his thumb over his nipples faster. 

“That’s it, good boy. So hot for me, baby.” 

Mountain pulls out with a slick sound and pushes his way back in with a long thrust. He repeats himself, keeping his thrusts slow and deep, pushing himself all the way back into Swiss before he allows himself to pull back out again. 

Swiss moans with each deep thrust, his back arching off the bed and into Mountain’s touch. 

A deep rumbling sounds fills the room along side the slick wet sounds of Mountain’s thrusts and Mountain looks up at Swiss with a look of disbelief on his face. 

“Are you purring?” Mountain asks, still on disbelief. 

Swiss’ eyes flutter closed, his head rolling back against the pillow. He nods, unable to speak, his hands still kneading at his tits.

“Yeah? You feel so good you can’t help purring for me?” Mountain picks up the speed of his thrusts, gripping at Swiss’ thighs so hard he was scared he’d draw blood. 

Swiss thrills, each thrusts knocking a louder and deeper purr from him. 

Mountain brings a hand down to Swiss’ clit, rolling the bus between two fingers. Swiss thrills again, louder this time, his hips bucking wildly into Mountain’s touch. 

“That’s it baby, you wanna cum again for me? Wanna cum all over my cock, get it all nice and wet?” 

Swiss moans, his legs tightening around Mountain’s hips. He feels his cunt clenching around Mountain, making the earth ghoul hiss.

“Fuck, such a good boy for me, Edelweiss. Feel so good.” 

Mountain watches as Swiss visibly melts into the bed at the praise, going completely boneless, his purrs increasing. 

Mountain groans, feeling is orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Purring so prettily for me.” He pants. “Making such good sounds, all for me, baby?” 

Mountain thumbs at Swiss’ clit harder, making the ghoul gasp out, grabbing at Mountain’s shoulders. 

“I know you’re close, can feel how tight you are.” 

Mountain feels Swiss tighten around him even more. “So perfect for me, so good. Cum for me, baby.” 

Swiss keens, arching off the bed even more, squeezing at Mountain’s shoulder even harder 

“ That’s it, cum for me, baby. Such a good boy.”

Swiss’ eyes roll back into his skull  and his whole body goes stiff in Mountain’s grasp as he cums, gushing all over Mountain’s belly and thighs. He purrs hard all through his orgasm, the purrs vibrating all through his body. 

“Good boy, doing so well for me.” Mountain groans, holding off his own orgasm as he fucks Swiss through his.  Swiss moans, low and long, coming down from his high, his thighs shaking.

“That feel good, baby?” Mountain rubs at his hip, stilling inside him.  Swiss nods, chirping at him, looking up at him with big round eyes. Mountain laughs at him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”  He thrusts pick back up, keeping his slow and hard pace. Swiss squeaks at him, looking up at him with a questioning look. 

“Oh, you thought I was done with you?” Mountain laughs. “I’m not done until there are tears running down your face and you physically can’t cum anymore.”  Swiss’ purrs increase even more. 

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

Hi there!

I saw that your requests are open :D

May I ask for hcs or a little scenario, if you wish, of how Swiss and Mountain would react to seeing reader (he/they pronouns, if possible) up really really late because of nightmares and insomnia? I’m thinking about fluff and platonic relationships! (Cuddles? Little kisses? Yes please)

Thank you so much for your time and for your writing! writing! 🖤

❝kiss the nightmares away❞

➵ “i’ll be your little sunshine.” —❤︎

pairing: swiss and mountain x male!reader (he/they)

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: first of all, i hope you’re doing well hon, i hope this fic can soothe some potential nerves you have there <3 i hope this fic met your standards. and tbh it can be read as platonic or romantic so i didn’t use the platonic tag

cw: insomnia sucks, that’s really it. swiss and mountain are very caring for the reader here

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his head hurt so much.

normally, the insomnia never got this bad— but tonight was a particularly shitty night. not only was his day at the ministry rather rough, but y/n had just experienced a chilling nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine— which only worsened the effects of their sleep condition.

it was anything but pleasant, but he hates to say that this wasn’t the first time this has happened.

insomnia was a bitch, but they have grown accustomed to dealing with it on their own— even if it sucked.

sighing heavily, y/n’s feet carried him through the ministry halls and into the kitchen, in hopes to find a snack that’ll soothe his mind and hopefully calm his nerves down.

the fridge door swung open and y/n grabbed the nearest thing on the shelf, not even bothering to look at what he had just grabbed— or the label for that matter.

just as y/n was about to open whatever container he snagged— the sound of someone clearing their throat made y/n whip his head around to find the source of the sound.

“you know you’re holding a jar of mayonnaise, right, sweetie?”

confused, y/n turned his head to the entrance of the kitchen, and was met with a familiar multi ghoul leaning against the door frame. swiss, with his arms crossed, looked at them in an almost amused manner.

y/n looked down at his hands to see that he was indeed, holding a jar of mayonnaise. he didn’t even notice, he was probably way too tired to even function. sighing heavily, he opened the fridge and put it back inside.

“sorry, i didn’t notice.” y/n responded, looking downcast to avoid swiss’ gaze

“i can tell.” swiss replied back with a cheeky tone, before he made his way over to y/n. he could already tell something was up.

“so what are you doing up so late?” swiss asked, his tone of voice shifting into a more caring one. y/n didn’t respond, his silence was already a good enough answer for swiss, and the multi ghoul sighed.

“that bad, huh?”

“it’s always bad, swiss. but tonight has just really fucked me over.”

swiss let out another heavy breath of concern, and brought his large, clawed hand to gently rub y/n’s back— who was currently hunched over the kitchen island, head bent down. it was the most he could do to comfort the poor boy.

at that moment, heavy, but gentle footsteps, made their way into the kitchen, causing both y/n and swiss to look over at the kitchen.

it was mountain. he must’ve heard one of them come down to the kitchen. tilting his head in confusion, he turned to swiss.

“what’s going on?” the earth ghoul asked, almost innocently.

“insomnia is kicking y/n’s ass again.” swiss replied back, his tail flicking a bit as he spoke. he then went back to rubbing y/n’s back.

“damn right it is.” y/n groaned out, his forehead resting against the table as he just let swiss rub his back.

mountain just let out an ‘ah’ at Swiss’ answer. he felt bad for the poor boy, he knew how bad insomnia could get at times. all he knew now was that y/n needed some comfort.

the drummer turned to look at the vocalist, and the two exchanged a knowing look before nodding at each other. at that moment, the earth ghoul scooped up y/n in his strong arms, cradling him like a baby— which made them yelp from the sudden change.

“what the—!? hey what are you guys doing??” y/n asked almost suspiciously, wondering what in hell these two ghouls had in mind.

“what do you think, honey?” swiss said from behind mountain, peeking over the earth ghoul’s shoulder to look at y/n. “we’re going to help you.”

it wasn’t long until the trio reached mountain’s room. y/n breathed in the fresh aroma of healing herbs and fresh water, must’ve been from the decorative plants in mountain’s room.

being the gentle giant he was, mountain carefully placed y/n on the center of his queen sized bed, and it wasn’t long until the two ghouls were all over y/n.

swiss was cuddled up on the right side of y/n’s body, his head buried under the curve of their neck, while his arms proceeded to wrap around y/n’s waist and his legs tangled in the other’s. mountain then moved to y/n’s left side, his chest pressing against the smaller boy’s back softly while he draped his long arms over y/n’s and swiss’ bodies to move them closer to him. the earth ghoul’s tail was also wrapped around y/N’s leg affectionately.

the position was… oddly comfortable, and it was quite serene too. it put y/n’s mind at ease, and his muscles visible relaxed after being stiff for so long. both swiss and mountain took notice of this, and started to purr lovingly— the vibrations of their purrs only serving to further heal y/n.

“this is nice…” y/n muttered out softly, to which swiss chuckled slightly.

“told ya we’d help, pretty boy.” swiss teased back slightly, making y/n only rolled his eyes at him.

“oh shut up.” they retorted, eliciting a chuckle from mountain, who rested his chin on top of y/n’s head.

“alright, simmer down you two. i think we all need to sleep. especially you, y/n.” mountain said with a more firm, but soft tone, making both swiss and y/n nod.

swiss couldn’t resist, but he pressed a soft kiss onto y/n’s cheek to help comfort him, which in turn made them giggle from the ticklish feeling. mountain let out another chuckle and placed a kiss on top of y/n’s head, purring softly right after.

y/n definitely wasn’t expecting his night to go like this. being pulled into a cuddle pile with the flirty multi ghoul, swiss— and the sweet and gentle earth ghoul, mountain.

his insomnia was definitely bad.

but these two ghoul’s provided enough comfort for him to make him feel safe.

and that feeling was enough to allow his mind drift off into a dreamless, but peaceful sleep, appreciating the warmth of another’s arms.

[dewedup]

would you be so kind as to provide us with a Mountain sick-fic bc I have the Flu and I'm projecting on my tall guy 😔🙏

please enjoy sick!Mount, pack dynamics, tour travel, and a concerned Zephyr 🖤🖤🖤

as per usual a huge and loving thank you to @jimothybarnes for betaing and making me feel like I wrote the next great novel 🥰

(i may or may not have started a part two of possessive mount breaking zeph's heat when he's feeling better, it ties into the ending of this one so if that's something anyone's interested in reading let me know!)

1.8k of fluff, comfort and cuteness below the cut or on AO3 HERE

It starts with a tickle in the back of his throat. Mountain finds himself clearing it periodically throughout the day, but never getting rid of the foreign feeling when he swallows. It’s a small thing though, something he can push to the back of his mind while he focuses on sound checks, travelling and performing- basically everything related to being on tour.

He wakes up a day or two later and feels exhausted. His bones ache, his brain is foggy, the cold grip of a headache approaching from the edge of his consciousness. The tickle has doubled down in its presence, now tender and sore with every breath, word, or swallow. He feels like getting hit by a vehicle on the highway they’re driving down would be swifter and less painful than the illness working its way through his immune system.

He’s like a zombie, sleepwalking through the motions. Luckily, it’s just a travel day, spent moving from their last location to the next venue. He’s stuck on the bus for the entirety of the day, tries to spend time out in the lounge area with everyone else. But Phantom is loud and overly excited, peering through the window in utter delight as he points out the unofficial eighth wonder of the world.

They’re driving past the Grand Canyon, which honestly isn’t that grand, Mountain’s seen bigger canyons in Hell. Being a ghoul of the earth means he’s very fluent in geographic abnormalities, erosion and rocks. Instead of giving Phantom a lesson in his rocky background, which Swiss seems to be anticipating, if the roll of his eyes as he looks at Mountain is any indication, Mountain simply pats Phantom on the shoulder. He mutters good ghoul under his breath, and retreats to the sleeping bunks.

His rest is pitiful, he’s hot and sweaty, then he’s kicking the blankets off only to be greeted with a chill that seeps into his bones, limbs shaking at the abrupt changes in temperature. He never succumbs to complete sleep, lingering in a half-state of lethargy and just feeling poorly.

It might be minutes, hours or days later, when he feels a cool hand press against his forehead. He’s hallucinating now, because it feels like the hand of his mate, the same one that’s still at home, a disgusting amount of distance between them. He knows it’s not real, their sweet scent of licorice and fresh linen doesn’t fill his nostrils. But then again, he’s pretty congested, hasn’t been able to smell anything in the last day and a half.

Mountain whines as the touch moves from his forehead, shifting down to his equally heated cheek and offering the tiniest bit of respite from the fever. He’s sweating again, wants to rip his own skin off to escape the burning inside of him, when a light breeze seemingly appears from nowhere. It dances across his body, giving him the first sense of relief since he laid down in his bunk.

“Pietra,” the demon caressing his face coos, and Mountain truly must have died and went to Hell, because there’s only one soul who calls him the Italian word for stone.

He squints open an eye, meeting the concerned face of his mate.

“Zeph?” Mountain’s voice wobbles, cracking on the singular word, as tears threaten to fall. Zephyr takes a second to assess their situation before climbing right into the bunk beside Mountain, pulling their mate close.

Mountain rests his head on Zephyr’s chest as he lets out a few pathetic sniffles, mainly just feeling sorry for himself.

“We’re at the hotel, love. The others went inside, they didn’t want to wake you. My flight landed early so I’ve been here for a bit, setting up our nest.”

Nest. That’s right, in Mountain’s deteriorated state he forgot Zephyr was scheduled to go into heat any day now. The Ministry opted long ago to pay for a flight for them if Mountain was away, rather than deal with an aggravated air ghoul who would take their frustrations out on the abbey and all who stumbled across their path.

If Mountain let out a few extra tears at the thought of his mate, already on edge from their own rising hormones, putting their needs aside to care for him, well, neither of them speak on it.

Eventually, Zephyr convinces Mountain to leave the safety of the bunk and retreat to their hotel room. It involves a lot of gentle encouragement and a few filthy promises for when he’s feeling better. Mountain can’t smell anything, so he misses the slight bite to Zeph’s scent, the telltale sign of the beginning of a heat that they push down forcibly with sheer willpower, knowing Mountain is in no shape to fulfill their needs at this moment.

They share a bath, slightly hotter than Zephyr would prefer, but the steam helps to clear Mountain’s congested airways and the warmth soothing the aching in his bones. It’s intimate in a nonsexual way, how Zephyr lathers up a washcloth and takes their time rinsing the sweat and sickness from Mountain’s skin.

Mountain’s soon dry and in his pyjamas, a steady hand at the small of his back guiding him to the bed in the centre of the hotel room. True to their word, Zephyr had created a fine nest, bringing blankets from their den at home to create a soft spot for them to connect with each other. Mountain falls into the pile, burrowing his way to the perfect spot and collapsing into the down pillows.

Zephyr seamlessly joins Mountain, wrapping their arms around him in a big spoon position. It is something Mountain usually takes up in their shared bed, but his need for comfort is apparent and Zephyr isn’t too put out by getting to hold their mate in their arms like this.

Mountain falls asleep to the soft hums vibrating from Zephyr’s chest, his own purrs mixing in at the same tempo, every single part of their being made for each other.

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Mountain wakes up, lying awkwardly on a couch too small for his big frame. He’s confused, disoriented, and doesn’t remember where he is for far longer than he’d like to admit.

His brain feels foggy, his eyes landing on a bottle of water left on the table in front of him, the condensation having dripped to the table, creating a small puddle of liquid around the container.

The bottle brings back the memory of Zephyr braiding his hair on this very couch, enthusiastically agreeing with Rain as the water ghoul tried to force some cold medication in Mountain’s mouth. He remembers putting up a good struggle, managing to knock Rain back a few steps before Dew intervened. With Zephyr yanking on his hair, tilting his head back and Dew lying on top of him, bodily restraining his movements, Rain was able to slide home a few of the abnormally large pills. Mountain fought valiantly, but Rain pulled a demonic move covering his mouth and pinching his nose until he was forced to swallow, begrudgingly and with a promise of murder in his eyes. 

Apparently, the cold medication was exactly what he needed. While he isn’t at one hundred percent, he feels the best he can remember feeling for the last week. His achy bones are no more, and he can even breathe through his nose a little, picking up the lingering scent of his mate all over his body.

A loud noise from out the hallway catches his attention, and Mountain realizes that he had the best nap of his life in the green room of the venue they were set to perform at tonight.

Except, no one else is hustling around in the usual pre-show panic.

The green room is usually filled with excitement and adrenaline, packed with bodies, as Swiss hogs the mirror to apply his black lipstick. But it’s empty, the remnants of the pre-show hurricane evident.

Mountain hears the opening rift of Kaisarion and bolts up from the couch, looking around wildly for his costume, but it’s nowhere to be found. He can’t believe they didn’t wake him up, what the actual fuck is going on. 

He gets to the side of the stage much quicker than he would have in the state he was mere hours ago, looking out from the wings as his band feeds the energy to the crowd before them.

His eyes shift over his pack, watching as they back up Papa who’s already pandering to the sea of people. A crash of cymbals pulls his attention to the back middle stage, to his drum set.

It’s like a punch to his gut, but in the best way possible, seeing who is undeniably his mate, in his costume, playing his kit.

Zephyr isn’t a small statured ghoul by any means, it’s just that Mountain’s well… Mountainous.

His costume fits his mate poorly, they’ve rolled the arms up, displaying the sleeves of delicate illustrations depicting the fall of Christ, ink woven in their skin that Mountain has spent countless hours admiring. The pant legs bunch up where they fall, too much extra material with nowhere else to go.

Mountain’s heart skips a beat when he realizes Zephyr is shoeless, exactly how he normally performs.

It shouldn’t surprise him that Zeph is a natural, they’ve spent long hours in the rehearsal room with Mountain, watching him work through tricky sections or just putting his own twist on Papa’s work. He’s filled with love, admiration, and just an all-around feeling of mine while watching his mate perform with his pack.

Mountain eventually just settles on the ground of the side stage, sitting cross-legged and just enjoying the show from his secret little viewpoint. He laughs along with the jokes Papa pulls out of his ass, his smile unshakeable as he watches Dew tease Rain from this angle. Swiss is chaotic, he usually only sees him leave his platform from the corner of his eye, unsure of what exactly the multi ghoul gets up to, but now he has his answers. He’s usually so focused on his own performance he doesn’t get the chance to just sit and watch the magic happen, and it is magical, the atmosphere they craft together and the beautiful music they create.

During Miasma, Zephyr opts out of a solo in favour of handing Dew and Phantom a drumstick each. Mountain grins wildly, watching lovingly as Zeph orchestrates with their free hands while keeping rhythm with the kick drum. They encourage Dew and Phantom to bang away at the snare and cymbals, Mountain cringing slightly at the force of some of the hits. A little wear and tear won’t tarnish the memory working its way into the deep recesses of his brain though, as the utter joy and happiness bubbles over into a delighted, trilling laugh when Zeph tosses him a smirk and secret little wave.

[autumnblooms]

Hot Ghoul Summer 🖤

Alternate version with a lil Mountain~

[ghuleh-recs]

do you have any sickfic recs? ive been sick and miserable and it would make me feel better. i would prefer ghoul focused fics if possible. thank you 🖤

i hope you're feeling better!! you are speaking my language--i love a good sickfic. let me see my faves suffer and then be lovingly cared for.

side note: uh hey authors? why's it always dewdrop? hmm?

recs under the cut.

Uiscefhuarithe - @coffeeghoulie - polyghouls

A Gaeilge word that translates to water-cooled. Or: Dewdrop hasn't left his room in three days. A newly summoned Rain takes matters into his own hands.

Comet's Ficlet Collection (ch. 58) - @iamthecomet - dew, ifrit, mountain

Comet im sick and if your doing the lil ficlets can I get sick!whoever (dew) getting taken care of by mountain and ifrit and being whiny and bratty but still liking that he's being taken care of.

in sickness and in health - @belle--ofthebrawl - aether x dew

Something nasty is going around the pack but luckily for Aether and the rest of them, they have a great caretaker. Even if he hates admitting it.

keeping your head up - @dwritesit - dew x rain

dew is sick and rain loves him a lot maybe - a classic sick ficlet

Here for You - @papaslittlesunshine - dew x rain

Dew hurts himself during a performance. Rain takes care of him. (Mount gets some credit too)

Miasma's Ficlet Collection (ch. 9) - @miasmaghoul - dew x rain

Prompt - my uterus is trying to kill meeeeeee. Any chance you have anything related to Dew taking care of a fellow ghoul to cheer me up??

cry for absolution - @everybodyshusband - dew, cumulus, rain, aether

The rest of that day had been spent curled up under his sheets, a blanket and pillow over his head in an attempt to block out the small sliver of light his curtains let through. He’d thought about getting up for food at one point, but the moment he tried to stand up, he felt himself flopping back down onto the bed again, his headache spiking and the pain increasing tenfold. He let it happen. The idea of food turned his stomach anyway, despite it having been hours since the entire thing had been emptied into his toilet. - - - OR - - - dewdrop has a headache, and his packmates decide he needs to be taken care of

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