#poor mounty

[bug-ghouls-corner]

Mountain accidentally made a super strain of his weed and tested the effects on Rain and Dew (with both of their gracious generosity)

They managed as follows in one trip:

- Got into full drag with Sunshine's help,

Rain just stared at himself in the mirror like a dog gaining consciousness, Dew tried (and succeeded) to jack off while tucked

- watched mystery men and cried over how they both couldn't turn invisible when people stopped looking at them

- tried making spaghetti bolognaise, they forgot to cook the sauce and then burnt the pasta

- made a quilt

- befriended three birds, named them after the Ghoulettes but now these birds won't. Leave. The. Common. Room

- played skip-rope with papa (the mildest thing they did)

-had the most dead-to-the-world mega nap they woke up sober on the couch with space jam playing two days later.

[workwithmeman]

Pairing - Mountain x Phantom, 1.4k words, mature/explicit

Tags: body worship, phantummy, phantom being a little shit, mountain being desperate, mountain finishing in like 9 seconds oops, first time writing smut sorry, not beta read

Mountain was going to lose his fucking mind.

He knew Phantom had always been pretty - from the moment he had tumbled out of the summoning circle, he was all pouty lips, angled face, and doe eyes. A little gangly and underfed, sure, but nothing that a little love and home cooked meals couldn’t fix. And he was sweet - Lord Below was he sweet. An adorable nativity paired with a penchant to please that drove Mountain insane with a need to fawn, dote on, and love the little ghoul. 

But now that they had gotten back from tour, things had only gotten worse for Mountain. Without the constant exercise of tour and the increase in lovingly prepared rich comfort foods of winter, Phantom had started to grow a little soft around the edges. What once was all prominent bones and sharp edges became gently curvy and cherubic, with softer thighs and arms and an ass that Mountain would love to bury his face in. 

But the kicker, the absolute killing blow to Mountain’s sanity, was Phantom’s fucking tummy. As he had softened, a little bit of that fat had migrated to his chest and stomach, creating the most adorable little pooch that Mountain wanted to kiss, lick, suck - anything that Phantom would allow him to. 

Sweet Satan, he was screwed. 

—-

Mountain’s day started like normal, with him gently untangling himself from Phantom’s death grip on his body and shuffling to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. In the kitchen he found Dewdrop, holding a scalding cup of coffee and heating up the water for Mountain. He offered Mountain a sleepy smile.

“Hey big guy. Sleep alright?”

Mountain grunted in response, holding his cup out to Dew wordlessly.

“Understood,” Dew chuckled, pouring hot water in to Mountain’s teacup. “Phantom keep you up last night?”

“You could say that. Little bug is driving me crazy.” Mountain gently blew on his tea.

“Oh? What did he do now?” Dew leaned back against the counter, sipping his coffee. “More video games? Another documentary?”

“Satan, I wish. It’s just fucking him, Dew, I’m losing my mind. I just want to hold him and never let go.”

Dew laughed again. “Wow Mount, never thought I’d see the day someone made an honest woman out of you. It’s a good look.”

“Who’s making an honest woman out of Mountain?” Phantom’s sleepy voice called from down the hall. “I want to help.”

As Phantom appeared in the doorway, Mountain’s mouth went completely dry. In his bat boxer briefs and bat wing hoodie, Phantom looked good enough to eat. Mountain wanted to mark him, claim him, fuck him, break him, and then put him back together again. He wanted to grab him and steal him back to their room and spend hours eating the poor boy out until he cried. Fuck. Mountain needed to get his shit together. 

“Oh, um, hi bug. H-how did you sleep?” Mountain stammered. Phantom chuckled and walked over to him, tucking himself against Mountain’s chest and kicking up a gentle purr. 

“Like a rock. Your cuddles and your tea always make me go out like a light.” Phantom nuzzled against Mountain’s neck before pulling away to the cabinet where the tea was kept. 

As he stood on his tiptoes to reach his favorite box of tea, his hoodie rode up a little, revealing a sliver of dark purple belly, just sticking out a bit over his boxers. Mountain looked up from his sip of tea, only to spit it out all over Dew, coughing heavily.

“What the fuck, Mount, are you trying to infect me with your earth ghoul cooties? Fuck off with that shit,” Dew yelped. He looked down at himself, now covered with a healthy spray of earl grey. “Ah, shit. Now I have to change my fucking shirt.”

Dew walked out of the kitchen past a sheepish Mountain and a bewildered Phantom, yanking off his shirt as he went. 

“You alright there, Mounty? Everything OK?” Phantoms big purple eyes stared up at him, taking his breath away.

Mountain flushed up to his horns. “U-uh yeah, bug. Just choked a little bit. Sorry if I scared you.” Phantom rolled his eyes.

“Just glad you’re not dying, you big dummy. I love you too much to watch you choke to death on leaf water.”

Mountain smiled, tugging Phantom back into his chest. “I love you too, bug. I love you too.”

——

As their day progressed, Mountain slowly became more sure that Phantom was intentionally trying to drive him insane. The way he’d slowly bend over a laundry basket in front of Mountain and turn around and smile teasingly, the way he’d lift his sweater up over his head and make sure his t-shirt was stuck to it, the way he’d brush up against Mountain when they were working side by side. Mountain was ready to grab the little quint by the scruff of his neck and drag him back to their room to not be seen for at least a few days.

It all came to a head at movie night. The ghouls were all gathered in the common room watching some movie Dew and Aether liked, something with bombs and explosions and good special effects. Something Mountain could ignore for something sweeter. Namely, his lapful of quintessence ghoul.

Phantom was lounging against the earth ghoul’s torso, sitting between his legs. Every few minutes he’d shift ever so slightly, pressing back directly into Mountain’s dick. He stretched backwards, bringing his arms around Mountain’s shoulders and allowing his shirt to ride up as he nuzzled into Mountain’s neck.

Come on Mounty, hold me. I’m so cold. 

Mountain could hear Phantom’s voice echoing around his brain.

I know you’ve been staring. Come on, wrap those big arms around me. I can feel you, I can feel you’re hard. I know you want me, Mounty.

Mountain growled slightly into Phantom’s neck.

Don’t start something you can’t finish, little bug. I hope you know what you’re doing.

Phantom only chirped and ground harder back into the earth ghoul. He brought his mouth right up to Mountain’s ear.

“Please, Mounty. Take me back to our room, come on.”

Mountain growled, picking Phantom up and throwing him over his shoulder as Phantom squealed happily. As they walked out of the common room, a there were a few chuckles and groans from various members of the pack, but they mostly ignored the scene happening in front of them. 

Once they reached their shared room, Mountain tossed Phantom into the nest, yanking his shirt over his head. 

“You fucking tease. Whatever am I to do with you?” He crawled forwards, caging Phantom in on all sides. “Hope you don’t like this shirt too much, bug. You’re not getting it back.” 

In one swift motion, Mountain slashed the center of Phantom’s shirt open, revealing his delicate, plush purple skin. Mountain immediately latched onto Phantom’s neck, kissing, sucking and licking his way down the quint’s body until he reached his tummy. 

“Fucking harassing me all day, showing this cute little tummy off when you know I can’t handle it. Fucking drives me insane, bug, madness how gorgeous you are. Could stare for hours and never have enough.”

Phantom whined, squirming against the sheets. “Then why don’t yo-hah-do something more than just stare? Please Mounty, I need it. Touch me, please.”

“Oh princess, you’ve had more than enough touches for today. You always get what you want, hmm? It’s time for me to get something back.”

Mountain straddled Phantom’s calf, slowly starting to grind as he shoved his face back into his soft purple tummy.

“Fuck, bug, you’re perfect. Love how soft you are, how soft you’ve gotten. Love that you’re so strong now, so pretty. Such a pretty ghoul.” Mountain gasped, staring to hump Phantom’s leg more aggressively. He brought a hand down to Phantom’s straining cock, slowly beginning to jerk it. 

“You drive me crazy, baby, your cute little ass and your fucking thighs, love, wanna cover em with my marks. Wanna make sure everyone knows you’re mine. Wanna - ah! Wanna mate you, mark you, show everyone how much I fucking love you, need you, want you, ah-!”

Mountain finishes with a cry, spilling all over Phantom’s leg. Phantom follows shortly after, enamored with the scene of the earth ghoul falling apart. They lay together, panting, for a minute until Mountain crawls up Phantom’s body to kiss him. A comfortable silence falls over the pair.

“H-hey Mounty? Did you mean what you said? Do you want to be my mate?” Phantom asked nervously, tilting his chin up to look in to the earth ghouls eyes.

“With my whole heart, body, and soul, bug. If you want, whenever you want, wherever you want, I’m yours.”

[kroas-adtam]

@katt-k Pre- DPM mountain angst. Poor guy has some issues.

- - -

Rain knocks on the door he hasn’t seen open in weeks. “Mountain?”

No response. He pulls out his spare key and unlocks the ornately carved door. The inside is dark, curtains pulled shut. Musty, the windows haven’t been opened in a long time. He wrinkles his nose, smelling the decay of neglected plants.

“Mounty…”

“Go’way, guppy.” A gruff voice comes muffled from a pile of blankets in Mountain’s nest.

“Mountain, come on…” Rain wades his way down and sits next to the large lump. “Mounty, you know he didn’t mean it.”

“He always means it.”

Rain sighs and rubs his face. Sometimes he thinks he does mean it. “Fratello, he’s just… noncommittal.”

“Fratello? You Italian now?”

“Roberto is teaching me and I like it verses Big Brother. Don’t be rude.”

“Go be with your old man boyfriend.”

“Mountain.” Rain tsks. “You’re being mean.”

“Sorry, guppy,” he says quietly from under the covers.

“Mountain, this always happens. Ever since his transition to fire, he strings you along and then crushes you as soon as you sleep with him. Fratello, I love you, but you have to stop falling for it.”

There’s silence and then a shudder runs through the nest along with a choked sob. “I know… I know. I just- I just always wish that that time will be the time he loves me back.”

“Oh, Mounty…” he says softly. “Why him?”

“It’s always been him…”

“But why?”

Mountain stays quiet for a moment, still crying softly. It takes a bit, but he pulls his head out of the blankets, green eyes bloodshot, cheeks streaked with tears. His voice trembles as he whispers to his little brother:

“Because he’s the only one that makes me feel whole.”

[moldycantaloupe]

Mushy May Day 14

Silly baby talk

Pairing; Swiss/Rain

Cw; very minor injury (it is a splinter)

Notes; thanks as always to @forlorn-crows for the prompts list!

By some force of nature, Swiss and Rain were paired together on organizing the tool shed for spring cleaning. No one would blame Mountain for choosing Rain over Aether, the earth ghoul usually tied up in a million other things, but Rain wasn’t the happiest to be spending the warm day in a musty shed rather than being out by the lake.

Swiss rummaged through the shelving under the work table and Rain stood beside him, rummaging through the paint closet. Mountain gave the two of them a sheet of paper full of things he’d need for the greenhouse while they cleaned, and so far they were a quarter of the way there.

Swiss gasped loud enough for Rain’s ears to twitch and pick up. They looked down with a puzzled expression as he emerged from under the bench, his finger outstretched before him.

“What happened?” Rain blinked at him.

Swiss turned his finger in examination. “Think I got a splinter.”

Rain exaggerated a pout and bent down with him, their knees quietly popping in the process. They joined him in examining the finger, their head tilting side to side.

“Swissy got a splinty?” They cooed quietly.

Swiss snorted with a nod. “Yeah, Swissy got a splinty.”

Rain clicked their tongue and Swiss’ smile grew wider. They took his finger into their hand and with careful eyes and fingers, managed to find the splinter. The end was just barely sticking out.

“Aw, my poor baby,” they continued to coo in a grating voice, “I’ll fix you right up.”

Swiss’ body shook with quiet laughter as he watched his beloved mate pinch the offending wood between their claws and carefully pull it out. He sighed when it came out, relieved he wouldn’t have to hassle with it later.

“You’re amazing, Rainy.” Swiss muttered.

They flicked the piece away and held his hand in both of theirs, caressing it like it was given to them by the gods. They bent down and placed a careful kiss to his finger, eyes locked to his behind their lashes.

“All better, baby?” Their voice was still pitched in a way that made Swiss chuckle again, leaning down himself to place a kiss between their horns.

“So much better, Rainy.” He mimicked their tone and they smiled up at him.

Rain smiled and stood back to their full height, a silly smile across their face.

“Glad my baby is all better.” They went back to the closet, head and arms buried deep. “Cause Mounty will kill my baby if he doesn’t get all the tools he needs in the next hour.” Their gooey voice shifted back to its monotone self.

Swiss blinked and slid right back into the depths of the work table. His finger did feel better, at least.

[harrowedknight]

OC info and lore m’lord? Brave knight… please they’re both so handsome… I’d take Hancock in a knife fight for just one date fr…. Bleeding on the concrete outside kle0s shop rn….

Omg,,, thank u for the ask, I’ll take this as an opportunity to introduce all of my fellas since i have multiple saves/ocs for fallout 4. Right now they’re all in separate aus but I wanna connect them, I just haven’t decided who I want to be the sosu yet, if i even want one at all.

Starting with Ranger, my newest character. He’s the charismatic leader of the Minutemen. He likes making light of every situation, but he knows when to take things seriously. He just puts on a laidback attitude so he appears less intimidating. He’s trying very hard to make the commonwealth safer, but he has some doubts and insecurities about his position, which he bottles up and keeps to himself. He wants to be the person that everyone can rely on and look up to, even if that means putting his own problems aside to appear put-together and strong. He’s the one I draw Edward Deegan with, and I wanna do more with the two of them since I love me some eldritch horror vibes. I imagine Ranger and Edward go on relic hunts for Jack Cabot after their questline, getting into hijinks and fun spooky, horrifyingly traumatic adventures. Maybe kissing along the way. Who knows.

Knight on the other hand, is an anxious, paranoid little glorbo; and I say this while he stands at like 6’4”, he’s BIG, the tallest of all of my guys. He’s got severe PTSD and he really doesn’t like living in the apocalypse. He had a wife! They were in a queer platonic relationship; they got married for the benefits but they’re both gay. He’s devastated after losing her, since she was his best friend. He has a very hard time adjusting to the new commonwealth, he barely scrapes by, has to force himself to function because everything reminds him of war and suffering. He eventually stumbles into Goodneighbor, gets hooked on chems to distract himself from bad memories, meets Hancock one bad night and ends up getting drunk/rambling to the poor ghoul. They end up hitting it off despite the ridiculous introduction. Hancock manages to ground Knight, gives him a purpose again; helping good people, and hurting bad people. Knight travels the commonwealth doing odd jobs, trying to do what he can, even joins up with the Railroad to help out the Synths. Just trying to make up for all the time he’d lost, doing what he thinks would’ve made his best friend proud.

Now for Paladin. Yes, he is named Paladin, and yes, he WAS Paladin Paladin before being promoted to Sentinel. It’s probably obvious by now that I have a Dnd/medieval theme for my character’s names. Anyway, Paladin here is— of course— a part of the Brotherhood of Steel. I made him to be a big dickhead because I don’t play mean characters in video games enough. Unlike my other sosus he’s actually thriving in the apocalypse. Before being frozen he was very dissatisfied/disconnected with the ordinary life he was trying to live, he felt like a husk of himself and he couldn’t understand why. After waking up and being met with a destroyed world, his soldier mentality immediately kicked in again. He adapted fast, and when he learns about the Brotherhood and its US military-esc operations he quickly latches onto it. It’s familiar to him, and he excels at his duties. He rises through the ranks quickly, earning his place as Sentinel and developing a massive ego along the way. The Brotherhood makes him feel powerful, and that sort of becomes an addiction of sorts. He just wants more and more power, he wants to be respected; and if not respected, feared.

And as a bonus unrelated to fallout 4,

This is Monty, aka Montague. He’s a prewar ghoul living in the Canadian territories, or Little America as it’s referred to in the Fallout universe. He was a proud mountie back before Canada was annexed, kept his uniform in a locked safe for years. When the bombs fell and he was ghoulified, he pulled it out and dedicated himself to helping those who get lost in the nuclear winter. I’m still learning things about Fallout lore so idk how Canada is depicted after the bombs in canon, but the idea I had is that Monty lives in a massive, snowy wasteland which he’s learned to navigate with a lot of hard work and dedication. He earns caps by guiding people through the tundra, since few know how to avoid all the dangers it poses.

[p1nkcanoe]

@ the last post consider: Mountain finds Swiss using the toys that can cum and he tuts at him “Aw, is my poor boy feeling starved?”

and Swiss’s mind immediately goes !!!

Mountain takes a nice cool cloth and wipes him down and captures Swiss’s lips in a sloppy kiss.

“I’ll paint you with the real thing you demon.”

— this was supposed to be short and sweet and then i spiraled, so here's almost 1.5k words of smud

He’d tried to be quiet, he really had, but it’s hard to keep your mouth shut when you’re watching yourself become more and more debauched by a collection of gorgeous cocks in every shape and color and size. 

“Come on,” Swiss breathes into the quiet of his room, his face pressed against the carpet and his ass in the air. “Breed me.” He shifts his knees to press one right onto the end of the pump’s bulb and moans loud and obscene when a flood of fake cum floods inside from the silicone cock stuffed deep in his hole. His neck aches from the stretch but he has to see it–he has to watch how his hole stretches around his toys, how an unnecessary amount of lube leaks from his hole with every thrust, and how his own face looks when he squeezes and finally lets another load fill him up until he thinks he can’t possibly take another one. He always takes another one…

He’s been at it for so long that his thighs shake from holding him up and his elbows burn from rubbing against the rough carpet. He’s absolutely covered in mess, both his own and ropes and dripping globs of milky lube made to lewdly mimic cum. Solo play like this is mortifying, no matter how much you think you want it, but the ghoul had waited far too long into the lonely hours of the night to ask for help and now every ghoul in his pack had long since settled down for sleep. Everyone except him. 

The itch had been so strong, so unavoidable that it had pulled him from the warmth of his bed to hastily strip in front of his mirror and load every single squirting toy he had with the slippery stuff. Then he’d allowed his desires to lead him mindlessly into a spiral of self-debauchery. He’d imagined the first one was Dew as he’d nuzzled and sucked the little purple cock until it squirted on his face and down his chin, and then he’d worked the longer, skinnier one into his ass and begged for Rain to fill him up–which “he” graciously had. After that he’d gotten greedy and stuck one to his mirror, frowned because that specific cock didn’t squirt, and slobbered over that one until it dripped down into his chest hair, all while bouncing on a much girthier one in his ass. Those had been Cirrus and Aeth, respectively. 

The ghoul had been so caught up in his imagination that he failed to consider how late it was with the endless string of noises falling past his lips and the carelessness he had for the sound he was making against old, creaky floorboards as he repositioned over and over and over again to cover his skin and fill his hole with cum. 

—

Mountain cannot sleep. And it’s not that he’s not tired, but more of the fact that he can hear something exciting happening next door. It’s been going on an hour of listening to soft moans and bumbling against the floorboards and the ghoul is more than irritated with the lack of courtesy, so he crawls out of his sheets, not bothering to throw on a shirt or sweats over his heart-covered boxers, and wanders out into the hall. Now, standing in front of Swiss’ bedroom door, he wonders how more members of his pack haven’t knocked on his door to tell him and whoever else is inside to shut the fuck up. But whoever it is that’s inside there with him must be fucking him good because Swiss is mumbling almost to incoherency, whining out between labored inhales of breath, and -

“Yeah… Mountain, yeah -” 

The multi ghoul is a damned fool. 

Mountain reaches for the knob and twists it, cracking it open just enough to peer inside and what he sees makes his dick jump in interest. 

“I can feel you. I know you’re close, Mounty. Breed me. Breed my hole, Mount…” 

“Aw, is my poor boy feeling starved?” Mountain tuts, letting himself into Swiss’ room. It smells like sex and exertion, sweetened by lust and bittered with frustration. He takes a deep breath as he ascends on the scene, picks up on the sudden hint of mortification that leaks from the ghoul, and licks at a fang. Swiss is frozen in time. He makes a weak noise, nuzzled up against a sticky toy at his cheek and filled to the brim with one of the largest knotted toys he has in his collection. That one must be ‘Mounty’.

Mountain is surprised at it all, albeit a little disappointed that the ghoul didn't have the balls to ask for help, but comes closer anyways, settles behind the ghoul on the back of his calves to get a good look at the damage Swiss has done to himself. He’s absolutely covered himself in the mess. His ass, his back, his face, his curls… Mountain already knows but if he pulled him up off his chest he knows it would cover the length of his torso, too. But oh, does he wanna see that pretty cock of his… It’d be all flushed and shiny… Mountain makes a noise of his own, pleased at the idea and the sight spread in front of him. 

“What is it? You wanted us to cover you in our cum? Get you all filthy until nobody would ever doubt who you belonged to? Hmm?” Swiss whines, opens his mouth and mouths at the side of the cock held there. “Who’s that? Whose cock earned the special privilege of feeding into that hot mouth?” 

Mountain waits, places a hand over the base of the toy in his ass and Swiss nearly jumps off the floor in surprise. He doesn’t add any real pressure, just lets his fingers curl over the edge and touch at his cheeks so he knows he’s there. His other hand finds the end of the pump attached to it. 

“Tell me, you cum whore. Who is it?” 

“Sunny,” the ghoul mumbles, licks a lazy stripe up to the head. “It’s Sunny…” 

“I’m sure she’d be more than glad to hear all about that.” Swiss squeaks and Mountain grips at the toy in his ass properly, shoving it in all the way and stuffing him so full that more of the mess gets pushed out and around the tips of his fingers. With his other hand he squeezes the pump in his fist and fills the ghoul one last time. Swiss keens, falls limp at the shoulders against the carpet and moans wantonly as he feels the rush of that fake cum inside of him–Mountain filling him up far past his limit. 

When he pulls the cock out of his hole he removes it slowly, petting at his dirtied back with a soothing hand, and bringing him down from that special place in his head that he likes so much. Swiss makes little noises with every inch that leaves him. Not hurt, almost disappointed that it’s gone. Empty. Pathetic little sounds. 

Mount pulls the toy the rest of the way out with a squelch. He hums, pleased when at what has to be at least half of a bottle of lube leaks out of his puffy hole and down quivering thighs. 

“Oh you poor thing,” Mountain tuts, voice dripping with sarcasm, and pushes up quickly to find a towel. “Gonna make more of a mess than you bargained for.” 

When he returns with towel in hand, the multi ghoul has pushed himself up to sit on his calves. He waits quietly, runs his fingers through the mess on his skin and moans softly at the way it looks. But he doesn’t push it around. The consistency is wrong, the texture is wrong, everything is wrong, and his thoughts are written in his pretty, contorted features. 

Mountain settles back into his place behind him. “Don’t look so upset, it looks exactly how you think it does. Makes me all chubby.” Mountain assures him with gentle fingers to the side of his face and carefully cranes his neck to meet his own lips in a sweet and sloppy kiss. Swiss’ lips are swollen and his mouth tastes artificial like lube–it makes him cringe but he wouldn’t dare pull away. He cleans him off as he kisses him, blindly rubbing at his skin where he remembered the messiest parts of him being, and eventually getting down to his hole. Swiss squeaks when he rubs at it and Mountain only pulls him in deeper, distracting him while he takes the time to make him less sticky. The cloth is only a short-term fix, the ghoul will most definitely need a bath.  “Next time, ask for help. Come find me. I’d be more than happy to paint you with the real thing, demon.”

[gayvecchio]

Chinatown is such a great F/V episode. Obviously, there is some romantic subtext between Ray and Fraser from the pilot and a good bit in every episode after, but this one just leans so heavily into it, it almost becomes text.

The episode starts with Ray just wanting to take Fraser out on a nice date (to a restaurant he likely knows doesn't allow animals, because having Dief around is like bringing along another person, and this is supposed to be a DATE damn it! Of course, he doesn’t want a third wheel/chaperone tagging along!). He wants to impress Fraser with his local insider knowlege and ordering prowess, but everything is out, and of course, Fraser is too impressive himself to be easily impressed, and outdoes Ray by ordering in Chinese. Then just as their nice meal arrives, someone gets kidnapped, and Fraser’s off jumping out a window, ruining poor Ray's plans for the evening.

"Oh no, Benny, not the window! I don't think they have doors in Canada."

Then comes the first in the wonderful (and not at all subtle) running gag of Fraser and Ray in the closet together.

(Just what, Fraser? What were you two doing in the closet?) "I'm sitting in a dark closet with a Mountie being licked by a deaf wolf . . . That was the wolf, wasn't it? " (I love that Ray entertained the thought that Fraser might be the one licking him, not Dief.)

When the case takes a bad turn, Fraser feels responsible. Ray tries to assauge him, but it doesn't work. He pleads with Welsh to let him have the case, so that he and Fraser can continue to work on it and make it right. Because he knows that the only way to relieve Fraser's guilt is if he is able to save Mr. Lee's son. Making Fraser feel better has been a priority to Ray since the beginning.

A small, rare moment here of Fraser making sure that Ray is okay before he takes off after a suspect. If Ray had said no, would Fraser have let the guy go and stayed? Would he have put Ray's well-being above 'getting his man' for once? Interesting to ponder.

Elaine’s reaction in the episode almost does more to imply that something is going on between Fraser and Ray than anything else. After finding them in the closet, she later sounds jealous with Ray on the phone “you two having trouble squeezing into a booth?”

At the end of the episode, Elaine is eating ice cream and venting to Dief about being an idiot and feeling foolish regarding her crush on Fraser. It reads like she found out the guy she likes has been in a relationship (with another man) the whole time. She feels dejected and foolish because she realized she’d been barking up the wrong tree. The only other interaction Elaine has with Fraser is over the phone when he 'thanks her kindly' for her help. He doesn't treat her any differently in this episode than he has previously. There’s really no reason for Elaine to suddenly feel any more hopeless about the possibility of something happening with Fraser other than her now believing he's already taken.

Ray and Fraser’s final scene in the episode consists of them watching fireworks together (seriously, what’s more romantic than that?) then promenading down the sidewalk as they discuss going to out to dinner again—getting a do-over for the initial ruined date.

It’s just such a great shippy episode, and arguably the one where Fraser and Ray Define the Relationship in a sense and become official.

[littlehypnone]

I have a fic request: imagine dew finding mountain outside in the cold, sobbing and trying to hug all his potted plants close to himself and having little holes and started from the thorned plants all on his chest and arms

If this makes you uncomfy you don't have to do anything!!

hi! it was okay for me to write, it didn't make me uncomfy so dw, but oh my poor earth boy :(

also, an ask I answered earlier today made me think about ghouls mixing up mama and papa and dew being called mama, so I threw some of that into this ficlet. @sphylor you may be interested :)

1045 words, little mostly non-verbal mountain, cg mama dew, what it says in the ask, mountain is sad about his plants, there's crying, he also hurt himself a bit but there's a happy, cuddly ending

“Hey, did Mountain come?” Dewdrop shouted from the kitchen. He was finishing up cooking the dinner, the call was ten minutes ago and everyone was already seated by the table. Everyone but Mountain.

“Nope,” Swiss answered.

“Well,” the fire ghoul stepped out into the common room dressed in a pink apron, pot full of potatoes in one hand, a plastic spoon in the other, “has anyone seen him at all today?”

All the ghouls murmured something to each other, trying to figure out who was the last one to have seen Mountain. At some point Phantom spoke up, “I think I saw him going outside earlier but that was hours ago.”

Dewdrop thought for a moment. It was snowing, way too cold for the earth ghoul to wander outside, why would he… “Oh, no.”

He all but dropped the potatoes onto the table, murmuring something along the lines of ‘sauce is in the kitchen, eat’ before throwing the apron off and rushing out of the room. He ran straight outside, flip flops on his feet, and in the direction of Mountain’s main greenhouse. Dewdrop bursted inside, but the earth ghoul was nowhere to be seen. Stressed out of his mind Dew stepped outside once again. Snow was hitting his skin but it was melting right away. “Mounty? Rosey?”

Dewdrop’s ears twitched when he heard a sniffle and a whine from behind the greenhouse. He rushed to round the corner and then to Mountain’s side when he saw him. The earth ghoul was curled on the ground, his clothes wet from the snow. He was shivering and crying, he had his arms around a few potted plants in his lap, a few more laying next to him.

“Oh, Rosey,” Dewdrop immediately wrapped himself around Mountain as much as he could, pushing his warmth into the freezing ghoul. “Why did you come out here all alone? It's so cold, baby.”

Mountain lifted his head slightly with a pained little whimper and looked at Dew with big, teary eyes before shaking his head.

“No words?” the fire ghoul asked. Mountain nodded. “That’s okay, no need to speak, just give me nods and shakes of your head, alright, Rosey?”

Mountain nodded again and Dewdrop forced himself to smile a bit, even though his heart ached for the poor earth ghoul. “I’ve got you now, I need to take you back inside, baby. It’s way too cold for you out here.”

The little ghoul whined and tried to tighten his hold on his plants. That made him wince, as if in pain, and Dewdrop didn’t miss it. “What is it, are you hurt? I know, Rosey, but I need to see.”

The fire ghoul first uncurled himself from around Mountain, then tried to look him over. He sighed sadly when he noticed the issue. Some of the plants the ghoul was hugging to his chest had thorns, and he gripped them so hard he made little holes in his shirt and had them digging into his skin and scratching it.

“Mounty, I need you to listen to me for a second, okay? I know you are very sad about your plants, I would be sad too, but right now, we need to take care of you, alright? I have an offer, can you listen to me?” Dewdrop waited for an affirming nod, knowing Mountain had a tendency to tune out what was happening around when he was panicking.

He nodded. “Alright, baby. What about we get you up, go put all your plants into the greenhouse, so you can take care of them when you feel better, and then I’ll take you inside?”

Mountain seemed to be thinking the proposition over, not entirely willing to leave his plants, but knowing Dewdrop knows better and he should listen to him. Soon enough, he nodded shakily and let the fire ghoul unwrap him, careful of the thorns still way too close to Mountain’s skin for Dew’s liking.

“Come on up then, baby, can you stand?” the fire ghoul asked and waited patiently for Mountain to stand up. As soon as he did, Dewdrop opened his arms for him to fall into. Dew wanted to warm him up a bit before they’d do anything else, he was so, so cold. 

“Time to go, Rosey,” Dewdrop said after a few moments. The earth ghoul whined but pulled away, rubbing at his teary eyes with his fist. He must’ve been exhausted, too. “Okay, now we act quickly and go, okay? Let’s put your plants into the wheelbarrow, I’ll melt the snow.”

Dewdrop did exactly that. He quickly melted the snow inside the barrow, dumped the water out and within a few minutes all the sad plants were loaded and ready to move inside the greenhouse. Mountain was visibly feeling a bit better by the time they closed the doors and Dewdrop gave him a hand to hold as they walked back to the Abbey.

Back inside the fire ghoul made Mountain, who was getting very sleepy, get rid of the cold, wet clothes. Dewdrop looked him over, ultimately deciding he didn’t need Aether’s help with the tiny, thorn-caused injuries. Soon enough, Mountain was dressed in his favorite onesie that Cumulus made for him, with a soother in between his lips as he snuggled as close to Dewdrop as he could.

“Are you feeling alright now, Rosey?” the fire ghoul asked, running warm hands up and down Mountain’s body.

“Mhm,” he spat the soother out, “mama…”

Mountain froze and immediately curled away from Dewdrop, embarrassment washing over him, even though the fire ghoul didn’t react in any way. Inside he did feel a pang of shock. Usually he was ‘papa’, but Mountain had a thing with mixing up words when small, especially as tired as he was. Dewdrop thought he shouldn’t like it, that dysphoria should've reared it ugly head but… it didn’t. He liked it, he liked being that to Mountain.

“It’s okay, baby,” the fire ghoul assured, kissing the top of his head, “I can be your mama. It’s alright.”

Mountain looked up at him shyly, searching for signs Dew was lying. He found none, and relaxed again as Dewdrop guided the soother back into his mouth. He was asleep in a flash.

[everybodyshusband]

!!!! Can we get little!dew and little!rain with caregiver!mountain :)!!!! Pretty pls!!!

yes, of course !!! as long as we pretend this hasn't been sitting here since june !!! I AM SO SORRY, ANON

found family

mushy may ; day nineteen (approx. 1.4k words)

read under the cut or on ao3 :)

some wholesome, semi-crack regressed rain, regressed dew, caregiver mountain and caregiver cumulus for you !! @forlorn-crows' mushy may is still going strong, haha !!

“Rain!” Mountain calls from where he’s stood at the stove, holding the hand of a very sleepy Dew. “What did I say about running in the kitchen, minnow?”

“Umm…” Rain hesitates as he struggles to remember exactly what Mountain had told him a few days prior.

Luckily, Cumulus is happy to swoop in and aid the little water ghoul in his struggles. She nudges him gently with her hip from where the two of them are now standing together making the pie crust. “Did Dada Mounty tell you that running wasn’t allowed, hun?”

“Yeah!” Rain exclaims, happy to have figured the answer out, but his face immediately falls as he realises he’s broken a rule. “Oh… ‘M sorry, Dada…”

“Thank you for being sorry, Rain.” He smiles over at the water ghoul as he continues to stir the saucepan of stewed fruit on the stove, all the while holding onto Dew’s hand and letting him taste test the mixture. “Can you remember why it’s not allowed?” Mountain asks. Rain nods, trying to hide behind Cumulus in his shame. “Can you tell me, please, love?”

Rain nods again. “Uh huh… ‘S ‘coz i’s dangerous?”

“Mhmm, that’s right, hun.” Cumulus interjects, simultaneously talking and measuring out the flour that Rain has just brought her. “Kitchen floors can be very slippery, and if you’re carrying something dangerous and fall over, you could hurt yourself.”

“Oh,” Rain pouts. “Not good…”

“Not good at all,” Mountain agrees, pulling Dew closer into his side as he does so—the poor ghoul must be just about ready to drop from exhaustion. “Do you understand why it’s bad now, Rainy?”

The water ghoul nods enthusiastically. “Uh huh! I been told why i’s bad, so it makes sense now!”

Cumulus smiles and plants a kiss on the top of Rain’s head. “I’m glad it makes sense now, love bug.” Rain beams at the pet name. “Now that you understand properly,” she continues, “will you do it again?”

“No!” Rain proudly declares. “I gotta be safe for my Mama an’ my Dada!”

The air ghoulette smiles again and pulls Rain into her arms, wrapping him tightly in a warm embrace. “That’s exactly right, Rain! Thank you for being so big and responsible for us.”

“Mama’s right,” Mountain adds once he notices the way Rain is staring at Cumulus in confusion. “Acknowledging that you’ve done something wrong can be really tricky, but you’ve done such a good job at understanding why it was bad, minnow. We’re very proud of you, Rain.”

At Mountain’s side, a very quiet, sleepy voice pipes up, “Wain didded a good dob.”

Mountain looks down at Dew and smiles widely. “That’s right, firefly!” He exclaims, hoisting the little fire ghoul up into his arms and resting him on his hip. Dew immediately starts nuzzling his face into Mountain’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around him. “Rain did a very good job.” He turns his attention back away from Dew to find Rain and Cumulus looking at the pair of them, smiles plastered on both of their faces.

Cumulus takes Rain’s hand and guides him over to Mountain, holding her arms out for Dew once they reach the stove. “How about Mama takes our sleepy bubba with me to work on the pie crust, and since you’re so big and responsible, Rainy, you can help Dada with the stove.”

Rain’s mouth drops open in shock. “I get to do a stove?” His tone is so incredulous that Mountain can’t help but chuckle softly as he transfers Dew into Cumulus’ arms.

(She carries the fire ghoul around to the other side of the bench and seats him on one of the tall chairs, plopping herself down on a stool and sliding the pie crust over to her side of the bench. Now Dew doesn’t have to worry about standing up, and he’s free to sit back against his chair and watch his Mama get to work on tonight’s dessert through steadily drooping eyelids. When Dew does, eventually, fall asleep, there is no doubt that Cumulus will fetch the fire ghoul’s favourite soft blanket to swaddle him in and hold him close to her, keeping him safe as he allows himself to rest.)

“Only if you promise to be very safe, minnow,” Mountain cautions. “The stove is really hot, so if you want to help me stir and keep an eye on it, you’ve got to be careful, love.”

Rain jumps up and down excitedly, mercifully a safe distance from the stovetop, but Mountain adjusts the handle so it isn’t sticking out towards the kitchen anyway; can’t be too careful with an overexcited little ghoul running around. “I will be so caref’l, Dada! Pinky promise!”

Mountain smiles down at the earnest water ghoul and holds his pink out. “Well, if we’re pinky promising then it must be a very serious promise, hmm?”

Rain giggles and nods, holding out his own pinky and linking it with Mountain’s. He shakes their joined hands and Mountain has to suppress a laugh of his own as he struggles to free himself from his minnow’s surprisingly strong grip. “Rai– Rain let go, the pan’s going to burn!” Mountain’s tone holds no urgency—the stove is set on a low enough heat that Mountain doesn’t think it’s even possible for it to burn—but Rain lets go of his hand with a gasp anyway.

“Nooo,” he cries out. “Don’ let it burn, Dada! We gotta stir it!” He picks up the spatula Mountain has been using to stir the mixture and waves it around urgently. A glob of sticky—thankfully cooled-down—pie filling flies off the end and lands right on the tip of Mountain’s nose.

Rain drops the spatula with a squeak—more of the jam-like substance finding a new home on the floor—and looks up at Mountain, mortified. “D– Dada–” he tries.

“Oh no,” Mountain starts, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m not Dada anymore… I’m the pie monster! And I’ve come to eat little ghouls who spill pie on their Dadas!”

Rain giggles and starts running, shrieking when he turns around to see Mountain starting to follow him around the kitchen.

As Rain starts running, Mountain starts up again. “I also eat little ghouls who don’t listen to their Mamas and Dadas and run in the kitchen even though they’ve been told not to!”

Rain slows down to a walk almost immediately. “Sorry, Dada,” he whispers quietly, just in case the pie monster is still listening.

“That’s okay, minnow,” Mountain whispers back. “Thank you for being safe.” He smiles over at Rain gently before raising his arms above his head again. Mountain is gone now, and the pie monster returns! “Now, come back here! I need to find the ghoul who summoned me so I can wipe the pie filling all over him!”

Rain yelps again, speed-walking over to where Cumulus and Dew are sitting. “Mama, help me! Pie mons’er is gonna eat me!”

Cumulus wraps the arm that’s not holding Dew close to her around Rain, holding both ghouls close to her body. “Pie monster, be gone!” She can’t keep a straight face and neither can Mountain, but Rain doesn’t seem to mind, still so caught up in this little universe they’ve all created (Dew is asleep and doesn’t have any strong opinions on the matter).

Despite Cumulus' best efforts, Mountain keeps advancing slowly, arms outstretched. All at once, the earth ghoul reaches out and grabs Rain, tugging the little water ghoul towards him, peppering his face with kisses, growling playfully as both of them pretend this is the worst possible fate that could befall Rain. The water ghoul shrieks and giggles, trying his best to wiggle out of Mountain’s arms to no avail.

“Mama, he gotted me! Save Dewy!”

Cumulus gives him a mock salute and holds the still-sleeping bundle of Dew more tightly in her arms. The little fire ghoul squirms and whines at the movement before settling back down into a deep sleep.

Rain glances over at Mountain, and ah hah! While the earth ghoul is distracted by Dew’s sleepy noises, Rain leans over and licks the pie filling right off of his nose.

Mountain blinks once or twice, trying to process what has just happened before he bursts out laughing and hugs Rain even closer. “Wow, you saved me from the pie monster! Thank you, minnow.” Rain beams. “Uh huh!” A pause as he pulls back to stare at Mountain. “...Do we go make a pie now?”

[cryptid-ghoulette]

Mushy May - First Aid

Poor Phantom just wanted to make some muffins with Aurora. Mushy May prompts by @forlorn-crows WC - 603 Minor injuries, but mostly fluff!

Phantom's day started off so well. The kitchen was full of sounds and smells as Aurora flitted around, dancing to something playing from her phone, cheerfully mixing the dry ingredients with the wet, while Phantom set the oven and greased the pan.

He reached down to pull out the oven tray, distracted by Aurora yell-singing the chorus to whatever pop song she was currently obsessed with. Not realizing he forgot to put oven mitts on, he ever so slightly touched the metal and pulled his hand back with a yelp, stumbling backward and taking half the bench's contents with him as he tried to stop himself from falling, with bowls and pans clanging to the ground, one large pan bonking him squarely on the head.

He let out a small whimper, his vision blurring at the edges, seeing a shape rush over to him before it all went black.

When he awoke, he was lying on the couch in the lounge room, dizzy and confused, with a dull ache echoing in his head. Aurora noticed his eyes opening and rushed over to him.

“Hey, hey… you back with us?”

Phantom let out a disoriented grunt, slowly pushing himself upright.

“What happened?” He murmured. “Head... hurts.”

“That will happen when a big pan lands on your head,” Aurora said with a slight chuckle, pointing to the large pan still resting on the floor of the kitchen, with an ever so slight dent in one side.

Mountain appeared in the doorway, surveying the scene as he swiftly crossed the room to the couch, crouching down beside a still slightly confused, but already improving Phantom.

“Oh bug, you’re a worry,” he said, shaking his head and pulling out some supplies from a bag that was sitting beside him. “I can see a nasty bruise on your head there, and let me see that hand,” gently grabbing his wrist to get a closer look at the burn running across the palm of his hand.

“I’m going to need you to stay still for me, bug,” Mountain said softly but sternly, tipping a bottle of strong-smelling liquid onto a small cotton swab.

Phantom continued to squirm, letting out a high-pitched squeak as the swab swiped across his palm.

“Ow ow ow, Mounty, that hurts!” He whined, trying to wriggle out of the Earth ghoul's grasp.

“It’s no big deal… Don’t need all of this,” he mumbled, knowing Mount was only trying to help, but it didn't make it any less painful.

“You took quite a tumble, little one, gave us a scare! But we’re almost done, you’re being so brave, ant,” wrapping a bandage around his fingers and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

He didn’t feel brave; he felt annoyed, sore, and maybe a little hungry. He never did get to eat those muffins Rora and he were in the middle of making.

“I’m going to keep an eye on you for a little while, but you seem to have gotten pretty lucky, it could have been much worse,” Mountain said with a smile. “I think Aurora has something that will help, right Nova?”

Aurora came bounding over.

“Here you go, ant! This will make you all better!” She said excitedly, holding out her hands to show Phantom a slightly burned muffin.

“It tastes better than it looks, I promise.”

His eyes widened, grabbing the muffin out of Aurora's hand and taking an eager bite, quickly devouring the rest.

“Mmm, ‘s good Rora, worth the ouch,” he mumbled, mouth still full of muffin. He swallowed, a big smile spreading across his face.

“Can I have another?”

[mokkkki]

I’m LOVING blood red rangers. Are there specific versions of deadpool kid and web-slinger you are basing their clothes on? Or did you have something different in mind for their outfits

THANK YOU MY LOVE!! While I def took a lot of inspiration from ATSV’s Web-Slinger concept art (go Pedro Pascal Spidey) and all the wonderful fanart I’ve been seeing recently, I don’t really imagine them to have a solid “kit” outside of their masks, especially in the earlier chapters.

The point of Peter’s costume at this point in the story is specifically to hide his identity, not to represent the new one of Web-Slinger, while Wade doesn’t really wear the full suit outside of intimidation purposes. They both wear hats (Peter has the typical cowboy hat; Wade wears a Mountie hat) and boots of some sort. I imagine Wade to wear a variety of shirts, vests, and cotton tights, and leather pants. He wears soft materials on his skin so as not to irritate his lesions. He always has a funky belt on and mixes metals. Meanwhile Peter dresses in an embroidered shirt of poor and scratchy material, the type of shirt that is cheap and replaceable, the poncho May knitted him from yarn, and canvas pants. Wade does have a mask that he wears often, but at this point of the story, Peter wears a bandana.

[juniperpomegranate]

Out of Context WIP Game

tagged by: @allofthebeanz

Rules: Pick a few wips and badly summarize them. Ask your followers to select which they'd be most likely to read!

summarizing things badly is an art. I don't think I've got it.

tagging @flownwrong, @portlandwithyou, @exuberantocean, and anyone else who wants to play!

[iamthecomet]

rain wanting to knot mountain but he's shy about it

Trans Mounty. Just for you Crim <3

Rain's been thinking about this for a long time. Months. He's been rolling it over in his head since a stoned night spent in Mountain's room. Most of the night blends together into a hazy mix of Mountain's hands and mouth, and the squeeze of his cunt around Rain's cock. But one thing burned itself into his brain with such a force that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to rid himself of it. You should knot me some time, Raincloud. Mountain hasn't mentioned it again. But Rain's been chewing on it ever since. Thinking about it. Thinking about Mountain caught on him. Squeezing around his knot. He's jerked off to it more times than he's willing to admit. One of his hands slipping down to squeeze at the swollen base as he cums. Hands slick and body shaking. It's a poor stand-in for the real thing, he knows. But he's been afraid to ask. Afraid to tell Mountain he remembers. That he's been thinking about it this long. Imagining it. The stretch of Mountain's pretty pink cunt over his knot. He'd just convinced himself that his hand and fantasy was all he was going to get when Mountain had curled up next to him on the couch in the common room earlier and whispered in his ear. Rainy. Will you knot me? Please? And Rain had gone offline. Blood rushing south. He doesn't remember the end of the movie. Or the walk to his room. Barely remembers shoving his hand down Mountain's pants and finding him hot and slick just from the suggestion. He's not sure how he got here. Three fingers deep in Mountain's cunt, watching the earth ghoul moan above him, hair spread out on Rain's pillow, lips parted and shiny. Rain pets upward and Mountain bows off the bed, green eyes slipping closed, fangs digging into his lip until the skin pales. Rain dips his head, dragging his eyes away from the way the flush on Mountain's cheeks makes his freckles stand out. He uses his free hand to pull the hood back on Mountain's clit, he laps at it, sucks it into his mouth. Lets the fat head of it rest on his tongue. Mountain keens. He laces his fingers into Rain's hair. Somehow both pulling and pushing at the same time. "Rain. Rain. I'm ready. I need it." Rain doesn't dislodge. He presses his nose tighter into the curls on Mountains' pubic mound and basks in the salty musk of him. He's wet down to his wrist with Mountain's slick. And Mountain's ready--sure. But Rain isn't sure he is. There's a flutter of nerves in the base of his gut. A worry that he will do this and Mountain will hate it. That he'll never ask for it again. That it's too much. But he's come this far and he doesn't want to talk about it--not now. He's stalling, he knows. Intent on working Mountain through another orgasm before he even thinks about anything else. And then, maybe another one. He's familiar with spending hours between the earth ghoul's thighs. Mountain tugs on his hair--insistent, a definite pull now, and Rain lets go of Mountain's clit with a pop. He licks his lips, looking up the line of Mountain's lanky body. He watches the way his chest heaves, the muscles in his stomach jump. "What's wrong?" Mountain asks. Too discerning, always. Rain ducks his head to the side to try to hide the way his cheeks start to flush periwinkle. "Nothing," Rain bites softly at the inside of Mountain's thigh, willing his blush to disappear, willing the lie to be convincing. It's not even really a lie. Nothing's wrong just--what if it's bad. What if he fucks it up? Rain pushes himself up to kneel between Mountain's spread legs. There's a wet spot on the comforter where he's been grinding into it. He pulls his fingers from the warmth of Mountain's body and curls that hand around his cock, smearing Mountain's slick down the length of it. "Rain." Mountain props himself up on his elbows, his head tilting to the side. It causes a strand of that auburn hair to fall over his eyes and nose. Rain brushes it away, fingers lingering over his freckled cheeks.

"Never done this with you," Rain says in explanation. "Want it to be good enough."

Mountain reaches up, he curls his hand around the back of Rain's neck and pulls him down into a kiss. Licking leisurely into Rain's mouth, tasting himself. Rain leans into it, savoring the press of their bodies together, the way Mountain’s hand slips up into his hair. Rain lines himself up, presses in to the wet clutch of Mountain’s cunt. Mountain squeezes down on him as soon as he pushes in, pulling a devastated moan from his chest. When he pulls back it’s only far enough to rest his forehead against Mountains, rocking into him with slow measured thrusts. “It’ll be good enough. Better even.” Mountain pants. “Please.”

Rain slams his eyes closed, digging fangs into his lip. He’s already starting to swell. Starting to lose track of his rhythm, fucking into the earth ghoul faster with each passing second. Already desperate, despite only being inside of Mountain for a handful of moments. It’s embarrassing. He’d say as much if he could find the words, but they’re fleeting. They were gone the second that slick heat engulfed him. Mountain’s muscles flutter around him and Rain makes a gut punched noise. Wrecked. Worried.

“Come on, Rainy.” Mountain whispers, blunt fingernails digging bruises into Rain’s back. “Knot me. Fill me up. Make sure I catch.” Rain doesn’t have any choice but to listen.

[ask-earth]

Today is my birthday and everyone forget about me. Including my own mother! Father gave me a present a week before and today he completely ignored me and went on a trip with my younger sister.(yes, they left me home) I just want a fucking hug, Mounty.😔 at least on my birthday.

I am SO disappointed in my friends who I thought were closest to me.😒

You absolutely do not need to answer that if you do not want to or are not comfortable to, I totaly get it, i just needed to let tiny bit of my frustration out.😅

Oh poor thing, I'm sorry.

[nocturnalghoul]

Mushy May Day 8: First Time

Had a lot of thoughts about small dick Mountain being self-conscious about being intimate with some of the others cause everyone expects the big tall earth ghoul to have a giant dick, when in reality its pretty average, and it manifested into this. Zephyr helps the poor lad work past some of that during their first time together.

Hi @forlorn-crows remember when I said a random chunk of stuff about small dick Mounty in ya DMs like a week and a half ago? It’s a mushy may now :D (also thank you once again for organizing the whole Mushy May calendar!)

I'm forcing myself to try and keep my mushy may stuff short as a challenge to myself, but I’m (hopefully) going to be making this a proper full length explicit fic later on.

words: 1200

Rating: M (most of the actual sex itself is sort of skipped over but obviously there is still a lot of discussion and reference to it so just to be safe)

Read below the cut or on AO3 here

Of course Zephyr hears the rumors around the abbey, but they also know better than to listen to the gossip the siblings spread around. They love to snicker amongst themselves about the reportedly impressive package that the new gigantic earth ghoul was packing, saying that he was so reluctant to sleep with the siblings because he didn’t want to hurt them and other rather provocative images. 

It was interesting though, the few sisters who actually had a previous intimate encounter with Mountain seemed to always politely keep their mouths shut, keeping up an attitude that it’s nobody's business. He was rather shy with the ghouls too now that they thought about it, so the siblings stupid reasons had to be incorrect. 

No, Zephyr finally realizes, the other ghoul must be self-conscious about something for a yet to be revealed reason. It wasn’t a large concern though, with the way the two ghouls kept circling around one another it was only a matter of time before they would get to find out all for themself. There truly was no rush, they have always been a rather easy going ghoul, allowing life to carry them whichever way the wind may blow. They would never want to rush the earth ghoul in general, but especially into something he obviously has some apprehension about.

Only a week after that thought, it appears that the moment has arrived. After sneaky quick little make-out sessions all throughout the day whenever they would run into each other, Mountain finally invites the air ghoul to meet up in his chambers later that night after dinner. Zephyr can’t help the way his face quirks up into a small smile, his patience having finally proved worth it. 

Zephyr knocks on the door and laughs at the small surprised squeak he hears Mountain let out before he calls for them to come in. They feel the way their eyebrows shoot up when met with the already mostly naked earth ghoul and quickly step inside, taking care to lock the door. 

“I’m not running late, was I? Or are you just that excited, darling” Zephyr teases, moving to run a comforting hand along the already flustered earth ghoul’s arm. 

“More nervous than anything, and I didn’t want to have to spend time in my head about things while taking off unnecessary layers” Mountain spits out, looking intently at the floor. 

Zephyr places one hand on the earth ghoul’s chin, pressing lightly to encourage eye contact. “Mount, if you don’t want to-”

“No!” he interupts, a flash of worry coming across his face before looking up at the ceiling and chewing his lip.

“No what, little jade. No you don’t want to continue, or no you want to proceed?” Zephyr attempts to say as gently as possible, allowing their hand to slip upward, fingers combing through Mountain’s soft hair while they wait for him to figure out his answer. 

“I really do want to do this. I have for a while, I just… I don’t want you to be disappointed is all” 

“Nothing about you could ever disappoint me, Mountain. How about we start slow since you seem so worried.”

“Y-yeah, that sounds fine. It's not really that, it’s just- I know you have probably heard what all the siblings say and it’s not really true. I get why they assume that but it puts some pressure on me to bring something I don’t have, you know? It makes the first time with somebody feel like I’m going to let them down.” 

Zephyr has to stop themselves from immediately telling the other ghoul that his concerns are silly. To them, the alleged size of the earth ghouls dick was an irrelevant factor, but clearly this was the source of insecurity that had been causing Mountain to be distant when it came to intimacy with the other ghouls. While silly to Zephyr, that was not something that would make Mountain feel better. 

“I can tell that this is something that has been worrying you, little jade.” Zephyr starts softly after a moment's consideration. “All that matters to me is being here with you. I understand your trepidation, but please be assured that the drivel the siblings love to spout about the alleged size of your dick is far from the reason for my being here.”

They watch the way Mountain lets out a long breath, finally relaxing into the soft touches Zephyr has been supplying this entire time. 

“I know that I just-... I-... thank you for saying it I guess, Zeph” Mountain manages to mutter out. He seems to be letting go of some of that apprehension, but Zephyr can see the way his fangs dig into his bottom lip anxiously. 

“How about this, you finish undressing, and then lay down and let me take care of you okay? Let me put all those fears to rest.” 

Mountain nods quickly then takes a moment to fiddle with the band of his pants before removing them and laying back on the bed as requested. Zephyr does his best not to immediately look at the earth ghouls cock but with all the fuss about it they don’t manage to hold out long. It’s a little skinny, and overall rather average sized. He understands why everyone expects the earth ghoul to be equipped with something larger, but this is almost nicer, manageable.

The air ghoul quickly joins him, grabbing Mountain’s face in their hands softly, taking a moment to stroke their thumbs over his cheeks. They begin by kissing him on the nose before letting go and slowly working their way down whispering little praises into Mountain’s skin. 

Zephyr hums contently as he watches the other’s cock begin to fill out and harden as they continue their lazy path downwards, sucking beautiful little spots of color trailing across his sternum and down his chest. They can feel the way Mountain’s muscles jump beneath the skin everywhere they go and the deep rumble reverberating through his chest with each loud moan they manage to elicit from him. 

“Zeph, please” Mountain manages to choke out, and the air ghoul decides that the poor guy's cock has gone ignored long enough. 

“So lovely” the air ghoul whispers into the hollow of Mountain’s hip before shifting his attention like Mountain so sweetly asked. 

“Look at this beautiful sprouting sapling growing just for me, little jade. So perfect” Zephyr lilts. Mountain lets out an adorably strangled noise at the words. 

“Zeph, I need-” he attempts to begin, but Zephyr watches as the words slip away as they begin to mouth at his cock. 

The two hastily allow themselves to get lost in the whole affair, the earlier plan to start slowly and focus on Mountain mutually abandoned completely as they rapidly begin to paw at each other with incessant need. 

Afterwards as the two lay side by side fully exhausted, Zephyr is left somewhat speechless. “Unholy lord below do you know how to use that thing” are the only words that manage to slip out of his racing mind, the both of them bursting into uncontrollable fits of laughter at the outburst. 

Yeah, Zephyr thinks to himself, Mountain had nothing to be worried about.

[miasmaghoul]

Little dick Mountain requests brought me back! Sorry I disappeared for a while!

Little dick Mountain being compared to t-dick Dew. Aurora laying them both down on the bed with a pleased chitter as she makes Dew wet and Mountain hard. "Oh look at that, even when he's hard he isn't even close to the length of you soft Dewwey~" She chitters to Dew as if Mountain isn't even there. His face is hot in embarrassment.

"Mounty look at this. She grabs Mountain"# jaw and forces his head to look at Dew's clit between her fingers. "This is what a real dick looks like. Think I might have to lock your pathetic excuse of one up."

-T

Oh my GOD

Poor guy would be so out of sorts. Watching Dew get Aurora on all fours and listening to her moan and cry out when he fucks her with his t-dick. Aurora looking him dead in the eyes and telling him he'll never fuck her as good as Dew does. :(((((