#mountain x dew

[miasmaghoul]

moutaindew frotting <3

"You smell different."

Dew offers a questioning chirp, lays his head back on Mountain's chest to peer up at him. Water splashes against the sides of the tub, carries the sweet-scented suds over the sides to drip onto the tiled floor below. Mountain noses at his temple, sniffs at his soaked hair.

"How can you tell?" Dew settles back against his chest, stretching sore legs with a groan. "All I smell is oranges 'n dirt." Mountain snuffles against his ear and Dew squawks, slaps at his leg under the water. "Quit it, you weirdo."

Mountain ignores him for the most part, and Dew doesn't have the energy to balk at the attention. They'd spent a large portion of this sweltering summer day in the orchards, picking peaches and citrus by the bushel. Delivering some to the kitchens and the rest to the truck waiting by the greenhouse, all destined for the abbey's farmstand in one form or another. Dew hadn't minded the work, but it left him with jelly legs and a crunchy spine that demanded a nice warm soak.

Thankfully, Mountain hadn't objected to his request for a piggyback ride to get there.

"You need a better nose," the other ghoul rumbles, dragging the tip of his nose from the crown of Dew's head to the base of one horn. "What hair treatment did you use?"

Dew shrugs, letting his eyes slip shut. Resting one hand over the arm Mountain has looped around his waist and the other on a muscular thigh. Mountain's other arm rests on the rim of the bath, fingers swirling through the surface of the water. It's started to go cool, and Dew sighs.

"Dunno."

The little ghoul up his temperature until the tub is steaming again, pouring warmth into the broad body behind him as a bonus. Mountain clearly appreciates it, judging by the way he holds him a little tighter. Task accomplished, Dew waves at the bevy of bottles on the shelves next to the tub.

"Whichever one's in front," he mumbles, tipping his head when the other ghoul moves to sniff at his neck instead. "Didn't care what I got, just needed the gross gone."

Mountain chuffs, warm breath flowing over his wet skin. Dew hums with it, a sound that melts into a gentle exhale when Mountain presses his lips to the sensitive spot just below his ear.

"The blue one?"

"Maybe?" Dew strokes the soft skin of Mountain's thigh, an unconscious motion that mirrors the way Mountain's lips travel down his neck, across his shoulder. "Maybe green. Why, s'it smell bad?"

"Far from it, droplet," Mountain assures him. "Just...interesting. Different, but familiar."

Well that explains a lot.

"Are you tellin' me I stink or - ah!" Dew squeaks in when Mountain nips at his shoulder, fangs he's not expecting pinching his skin. "Hey, what the -"

"You smell good," Mountain whispers, and whatever Dew was about to say fades into nothing when he feels something stir against his lower back. "Really good."

Dew gasps when a rough tongue laves at his shoulder, shivers when it glides up his throat. His own cock twitches despite the ache still threaded through his muscles, and the little ghoul sucks air through his teeth when Mountain sucks his earlobe.

"Shit, Mount," he groans, raking his claws along the taller ghoul's inner thigh. "Thought you were tired."

"I'm fucking exhausted," he confirms, shifting his hold to splay a large hand over Dew's belly. "But you just smell so good..."

Mountain drags him closer, until he's fully flush with his chest and Dew can feel his half-hard cock mold to the small of his back. Mountain buries his nose in his hair while more water splashes to the floor, taking a long, deep inhale.

"So you keep saying," Dew mumbles, but he really can't complain when every breath seems to make Mountain throb against him. He wiggles as best he can, just to make the other ghoul gasp. "This thing seems to agree."

"Can't help it." Mountain's other hand sinks beneath the suds, grips Dew’s skinny thigh. "Dunno why, but -"

"'S fine," Dew sighs, working to make himself sound put out despite the fact that he's gotten all chubby himself. "But since you want it so bad," he lilts, a gentle tease, "don't expect me to do any of the work."

He means it to sound haughty, like a taunt, something for Mountain to bounce off of. To call him lazy, or a princess, or any of a thousand other things that would only add fuel the embers starting to burn in his belly.

"Okay," Mountain breathes instead, and Dew doesn't have time to process it before he's being moved.

Not far, mind, but still. Mountain hooks his hands under each of Dew's thighs and lifts him, the water aiding the motion. He sits the little ghoul higher in his lap, thick shaft dragging between Dew's cheeks and wringing a surprised sound out of him.

"Mount, what -"

"Shh," Mountain soothes, slouching further into the water until his knees break the surface. "Just let me have you."

Well, it's not like Dew would ever say no to that.

He's not sure what to expect with the way Mountain's arranging them, but it becomes clear soon enough; he settles Dew against his chest once more, but further up. Far enough for the little ghoul to rest his head on Mountain's shoulder. He rests Dew's legs between his own, keeps them spread just enough to -

"Oh."

Dew sucks his lower lip between his fangs when he feels something hard and hot insert itself between his thighs, pressed right up against his tight sack, and despite the warmth of the water Dew shivers eyes fluttering shut. He squeezes his legs together and loves the loud thud of Mountain's head hitting the porcelain wall of the tub. He snickers, rests his hands on Mountain's exposed knees.

"Like that, big guy?"

Mountain doesn't answer with anything but a low purr, the vibration lovely against Dew's back. Encouraging him to relax even further, to slip a little deeper. He can't even be bothered to open his eyes when one of those massive hands slides up his thigh, over his hip, fingertips drifting through his sparse happy trail. Mountain finds his stiff little dick, gives it a single stroke, and Dew doesn't bother hiding his soft moan.

Then the other ghoul chages his grip, presses Dew's cock against the firm shaft of his own, and as Mountain takes both of their lengths in one hand Dew feels him nosing at his scalp again.

"Who'd think you'd get so boned up over some soap," Dew mutters, as far from complaining as he could be. Mountain chuckles as he fists their cocks, one long, slow stroke.

"Can't help it," he repeats, and Dew responds with the tiniest roll of his hips. One that makes Mountain choke and hold them even tighter. "Fuck, Dew -"

"Just keep sniffin' me, weirdo," the little ghoul teases, happy to do nothing but lay back and enjoy the way Mountain's veiny shaft feels against his own. "But if you cum first you're suckin' me off."

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain/dew #mountain x dew #mountain dew #got it done just in time for #mountain monday #(spoilers - dew used rain's special shampoo and smells like water and fire mountain just really likes it a whole bunch) #not rereading before i post so if you see mistakes #no you dont

[midnight-moth]

@bloodysyren one Mountaindew backstage kiss mlemlemlemlelem

#dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #midnight moth draws #Mountain x Dew #water ghoul Dew #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fanart

[forlorn-crows]

crow just tell me, tell me that mountain is not the somno enthusiast ever. that's right you can't!!! cause he is and I'll absolutely die on this hill

his big dick may be desperately rattling the bars of it's enclosure and losing when mount's awake but when big boy's asleep it takes over!!! he's soooo reactive but also a dead sleeper and oh how he loves waking up with sticky pants, just that delicious little sprinkle of humiliation in it all

I dunno imo he just is the somno boy, don't ya think?

mountain absolutely has a humiliation kink. plus, king of cumming in his pants, cumming untouched, and wet dreams? makes him the perfect target for some somno fun. not sure if anyone remembers "stuff that grows from mountains head", but that little ficlet of dew whispering sweet nothings just to watch the snapdragons grow, hinted that he likes to get a little filthy sometimes too . . .

dew influencing mountain's wet dream w/a side of somno handjobs under the cut, feat. mentions of how hot cumulus is

happy birthday, tee hee ♡

Dew loves watching him like this. Expressive and unabashed in his sleep, unaware of anything except the fantasies playing out in his mind. His dick taking over his self control and bending him to the will of pleasure. 

Plus he’s cute and fun to mess with. Can’t blame a ghoul for wanting to play a little. 

“What’s goin’ on in there big guy? Hm?” Dew cards his hand through Mountain’s hair. He’s fallen asleep with his head in Dew’s lap, pleasantly warm and lulled by the soft rock record Dew had put on. Middle of their conversation too, the goof, but the fire ghoul won’t hold him to it.

Mountain’s only response is a small, high-pitched noise, paired with a twitch of his fingers. His cock twitches too, already tenting in his linen pants. Dew wants nothing more than to yank them down and expose that beautiful length, watch it sway and bob as he gets harder and harder. 

Later, though; he wants to have a little fun first.

“Let me guess . . . Rain?” The fire ghoul waits for a response, but isn’t granted anything that signals his guess was correct.

“No? Hm. Swiss?” Still nothing. It’s a quick round of Guess Who? before he reaches his answer: “Lus?”

Mountain’s mouth drops open in a soft sigh, cock twitching again. There’s a little wet spot on the front of his pants now, and his ears twitch as Dew laughs knowingly. 

“She’s got you wrapped around her curls, doesn’t she, Mount?” Dew sighs with a smile, petting at the freshly-sprouting justicia blooms around the base of one horn. Pretty fuchsia petals the same color as her favorite lipstick.

“Lucifer, she’s so gorgeous, huh? Wonder what you’re dreaming about . . . maybe she’s got you worshiping her tits, suckin’ on ‘em just how she likes . . .”

The earth ghoul lets out a throaty moan, top lip twitching to show a flash of teeth and tongue. Dew hums and traces along his mouth with his thumb. Back and forth, back and forth; sliding the pad of it along the tip of his tongue with each pass. Mountain’s mouth twitches again, and Dew is eager to slip his thumb inside. Watching as his lips close around the digit automatically, as they have so many times before, and he starts to suck. It’s ever so gentle, and a little bit sloppy, but it still makes Dew go all fuzzy inside. 

“Yeah, bet it’s just like that,” he continues. “Sucking on her nipples until she gets all wet. Bet she calls you a good boy while you do it.”

Mountain huffs a moan around his finger. His leg kicks out, momentum rolling him fully onto his back, limbs sprawling out every which way as the true amount of his arousal is exposed to Dew: his cock is absolutely pressed to the seam of his pants, leaking into the fabric enough to rival a water ghoul. 

“Fuck you’re as wet as she’d be, aren’t you,” the fire ghoul breathes. Mountain’s head lolls to the side, and his thumb slips out of his mouth, a line of drool following his fingernail. “Drooling all over her while she gets on your lap. Probably wouldn’t even have to take you to get you to bust, she could just rub her cunt all over you and you’d be creaming yourself, wouldn’t you?”

“Huh–uhh,” Mountain groans, all raspy on his exhale. Dew can see his eyes roll behind his eyelids, no doubt picturing the scene to a T. He makes a noise of agreement and smooths his hands down Mountain’s chest, gripping in a way Cumulus might, making sure to press the tips of his claws right in above his nipples. Imitating a pretty manicure pressed into his pecs. 

“So pretty when she grabs you. Pushing her tits together with her elbows and her hair floats around her like a goddess. Callin’ you honey and love and baby.”

The earth ghoul bucks up into nothing, hands slowly fisting into the sheets beneath him. Whimpering when Dew digs his hands in just a little more.

“Bet your balls get so big when she bounces on that cock.” Dew’s own voice is getting a little husky now, dick chubbing up in interest under Mountain’s head. “Fuck, and she feels so good. So warm and wet and you just wanna grab her hips and never let go . . .”

“Wan’ . . . oh,” Mountain mutters, voice pitching up at the end into something breathy and feminine and Satanas does Dew want to hear him make it again. 

“Oh yeah? You make pretty noises like that for her?” He slowly slides out from underneath Mountain’s head, laying it down gently onto the mattress before shuffling closer to his lower half. Dew glances up the length of him, taking in the rucked-up shirt, the hands kneading at the blankets, chest rising and falling a little faster now. Breath coming out in short puffs from his slack mouth, every other one accented with a sweet, quiet noise—almost like a dog yipping in its dreams. His hips follow his dick as it twitches upwards, thrusting into some imaginary curvy body. 

“There you go, make sure you fuck her real good,” the fire ghoul teases, already pressing at that wet spot on the front of his pants. Groaning when he feels how hot he’s gotten there. 

He’s fitting to burst at any moment, really. And Dew would very much like to see that. 

“Wonder if she’s seen you like this,” he continues, tugging on the waistband. “All hot and bothered and you don’t even know it. Does she know how cute you get when you wake up all sticky?”

Dew gets his pants down just far enough to free his length, cursing when it throbs just from the exposure. “Fuck, those pretty nails wrapped around this big dick . . . fucking hells, Mount.”

Whatever hands-off objective he had before disintegrates when Mountain full-body groans and his cock spurts out another bead of pre—Dew can’t resist that, he just can’t. He wraps his hand around him and strokes him root to tip, biting back his own noise when Mountain visibly shudders. 

“Ffuhh . . . mm li’ . . . tha’, gon’ . . . “ He’s babbling syllables again, getting louder the longer Dew jerks him off. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum for her?” he goads, watching his face contort in flashes of pleasure. Feeling his cock get even fuller in his hand. “Shit, fill her up so good it’ll all drip out of her when she sits on your face and you get to suck on her perfect little—”

With a low groan, he’s squirting onto his belly in bursts of white, toes curling and his eyes rolling all the way back into his skull. 

“Oh, baby,” Dew groans, his own cock throbbing between his legs. He just keeps going, wringing out shot after shot until it’s dribbling down his knuckles, the earth ghoul unconsciously mewling as he starts to reach overstimulation. More drool running out of the corner of his mouth as his head is tossed to the side.

“Fuck, Mount,” Dew mutters. He lets his cock flop back down against his stomach, licking the cum from his fingers as he watches the bigger ghoul sigh shakily and melt back into the sheets. Boneless and limp like nothing ever happened.

But Dew’s certainly not done with him yet. 

“Wakey-wakey,” he lilts, pulling Mountain’s pants further down his legs so he can situate himself between them. Smoothing his hands up his thighs to grab at his hips while simultaneously licking a hot stripe from balls to tip, sending a quick zing of heat through his palms to rouse him from slumber. 

Mountain half snuffles, half snorts himself awake, blinking up at the ceiling like he can’t quite remember how he got there. “Wha . . .” He cranes his neck up to glance down at Dew, happily licking up the cum from the hair around the base of his cock with a gaze full of mischief. The earth ghoul nearly chokes as his brain catches up to his body, eyes going wide as he presses up onto his elbows. “Satanas, Dew, unholy fuck.”

“What’d you dream about, big boy?” he teases, suckling briefly on the head of his softening cock. 

“H-oh shit—”

“Yeah?” He kisses back down the shaft, grinning at the heat rising to Mountain’s face with every whimper. “Wanna have some more fun?"

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#ficlet #the band ghost fanfic #cw: somno #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #(mentioned) #ask #hypnoneghoul #mountain/dew #dew/mountain #mountain x dew #dew x mountain #the band ghost #i love making ghouls just lil nasty bastards #god mountain loves it tho #i could write mountain cumming in his sleep forever i think

[saintmisu]

HEAR ME OUT🙏

Mountain wrecking dew.

Ily Misu

-Curly

ily2 😈😈 -> https://poipiku.com/4197086/9961609.html

#saintmisu requests #mountain x dew #hehehehe #bend him in half mount #remind me not to draw this position again pls #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #unmasked ghouls #ghost bc #the band ghost art #the ghost band art #punishment ig #fanart #mountain x dewdrop

[p1nkcanoe]

Pink... pink pls can we get cum bulge or something with Dew and Mountain? I'm on my knees begging

!! anatomy isn't accurate or whatever, but it's fanfiction and i'm drunk so who gives a shit?

“I know you can take another one–you can–you want it?” 

“Yes,” Dew grunts in between Mountain’s thrusts pistoning into his ass, mouth open wide, breathing hard. He’s so full of Mountain’s cum already, it leaks from his hole and sticks to his thighs, but Mountain keeps giving it to him, keeps promising him more, and he can’t find it in himself to say no. They’ve been going for what feels like hours. Dew’s legs feel like jelly, his hole abused. 

“I’m gonna give it to you–gonna–oh–” The hold on his skinny hips tightens impossibly tighter and in a moment he’s falling boneless in Mountain’s hands as he floods his ass with another load. 

Dew’s cum so many times that he hasn’t even gotten close in the last thirty minutes. He’s painted Mountain’s and his own chest in his own spend and his cock is so thoroughly spent, so sensitive, that the slightest brush of the underside of his head against Mountain’s stomach makes him cry out in overstimulation. Mountain’s in rut, it hits every year around this time, and Dew just happened to be the (un)lucky guy to take his knot… Over and over and over again. The big guy’s insatiable, relying on stamina rather than instinct to drive him to completion, and Dew doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.

“Look,” Mountain grunts. He slows his thrusts and leans the little ghoul back on his cock. “Look how pretty your belly is.” 

Dew looks down, down at the messy skin of his stomach, and what he sees makes his breath catch in his throat and his dick jump for the first time in many minutes. The usually flat plane of his stomach is round, bulging just under the soft skin near his belly button. Pretty. Mountain thrusts up and pushes his huge cock wholly inside, hitting Dew deep in those sensitive areas and sending him mewling. “Look,” Mountain says again and slides the palm of his hand from his hip around to his belly. He pushes into the soft flesh, feeling himself inside there and moaning low and drawn out when he feels himself inside. “So pretty.” 

Dew hums, drops his eyes to Mountain’s hand pushing in and in and in. His face feels impossibly hot along with every inch of his skin. 

“Just imagine how pretty you’ll look when you catch. When your belly swells all big with my kit.” 

“Wait–what?”

“Gonna breed you so good, get you so full that there’s no way you won’t catch.” 

Dew sputters, places his hands on Mountain’s pecs and tries to push away but Mountain wraps his hands around his back, pulls him down flush on his cock and into his strong chest. Dew shakes his head, “Wait, dude. Cmon–”

“You want it, I know you do. I can feel you around me, pulling me in, begging for my seed…” 

Mountain attaches himself to Dew’s neck, adds to the necklace of purple and red bruises around his collarbones with sharp teeth and tongue. Dew claws at sweaty skin, carves lines down his chest. Mountain groans, holds him tighter and gives him another mind melting thrust that sends Dew’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull. “Fuck, Mountain. What’s gotten into you?” 

“Just keep taking it. One more. Can you do that for me? One more–that’s all it’ll take…” 

Dew wants so badly to object, to tell the massive ghoul off and tell him to knock it off, but the rut-lost look on his features is too much to deny and his dick is too good, too hard in his ass, and he looks down, cries out when he realizes his dick is filling back out against his own desires. The bulge in his tummy continues to swell. 

Mountain wraps his arms tight around the ghoul’s waist, lifts him up so he can lick over the center of his sternum, and slams him back down in once motion sending the ghoul reeling for purchase on his shoulders. His thrusts stay brutal and bruising after that and Dew holds on for the ride. The head of his cock rubs against Mountain’s belly, drags through the mousey hair that leads from his chest all the way down and tickles his frenulum. He’s close before he realizes it, fueled by the desperate noises that fall from Mountain’s lips and the ever-growing bulge of his knot against his hole. “Cmon, Mount,” he gasps. “Give it to me.” 

“You want it?”

Dew cringes, nods despite knowing what the ghoul really wants. “Yeah, I want it.” 

“Then beg for it.” 

And against all thoughts in his brain, he does.

#p1nk ficlet #mountain x dew #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

[ghoul-slime]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I?” Dew asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain/dew #mountain x dewdrop #mountain x dew #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #dew/mountain #dewdrop x mountain #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime ask #slowly working through asks but still taking prompts! #this is barely edited send thoughts and prayers

[st-danger]

Have you caught the sub!Mountain brain rot?? Please, i am so unwell with it and i'd love to hear your thoughts about him, especially any you have about him and dom!Dewdrop because that pair has me levitating every time.

Mountain is usually a sub. Even when he's topping. What's the opposite of a power bottom?? A weak top?????? I do not know, but I DO KNOW HE IS THAT.

He's a talker. Gets right in Dew's ear when he's fucking him the way Dew tells him to, or pleads really nice if Rain wants to hear him beg.

Very into and willing to body worship and I know what you think I mean here but NOT JUST FEET OKAY the WHOLE BODY. Dew wants his chest toyed with until he's quivering and his cock's so hard he's gonna die if it doesn't get touched? Absolutely. Aether wants to be massaged and grabbed and told how strong and soft he is? Of course! Rain wants him on the floor so he can sit on the edge of the bed and shove his feet in Mountain's face and tell him to convince him why he deserve the chance to let Rain make him cum? Yeah buddy.

Dom doesn't always mean cruel, and while Dew can be mean, it's just as effective to tell Mountain he's good and sweet and if he wants to take Dew's entire hand wants to cum, he's going to really have to prove he can make it worth his while, isn't he? A hand in the back of his hair, pulling that freckled, lovely face to his lap so he can grind against Mountain's face all slow and dirty and tell him to be real messy about all of it.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #dew ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #mountain/dew #mountain/dewdrop #mountain/sodo #mountain x dew #mountain x dewdrop #mountain x sodo #mountain/rain #mountain x rain #mountain/aether #mountain x aether #nameless ghouls

[overheardghouls]

dew: how do tall people sleep at night when that blanket cannot possibly cover all of you?

mountain: dew, it's 4 in the morning

dew: so, you can't sleep huh? is it because of the blanket?

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[iamthecomet]

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

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

You can find it here.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, press down. Harder"

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

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

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

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[miasmaghoul]

okay well now I’m thinking about big boy mountain riding dew. it’s different for both of them, to say the least, but dew really likes watching him on top, taking his little dick

"You alright down there, droplet?"

Dew nods, dazed, kneading away at Mountian's spread thighs. He never looks small, but the other ghoul seems enormous like this; knelt over him, straddling Dew's bony hips and working his ridiculous cock with absolutely no urgency. Dew can't stop staring at the flushed tip, the way Mountain drags the foreskin back and forth with each pass of his fist. Can't get over the way Mountain's heavy balls rest on his lower belly, hiding his own twitching length from view.

Mountain's next tug milks out a lovely bead of pre, one that leaks onto Dew's stomach, and Dew groans.

"'M good," he slurs, hands roaming up to sink into the slight softness of Mountain's hips. "'S just...you're so big."

Mountain huffs out a soft laugh, his free hand traveling from the where it's been toying with Dew's chest to cup his cheek instead. The little ghoul leans into the touch, tilting his head so he can graze sharp fangs over the heel of Mountain's hand. Mountain hums, caressing Dew's kiss-swollen lower lip with his thumb.

"You're drooling," he comments, obviously amused, swiping away a stray dribble. "That hungry for it, are you?"

Mountain pulls his hand back, licks that smear of saliva from his tongue, and Dew's toes curl.

"Didn't think you'd say yes," he wheezes, a confession that has his already warm cheeks going that much pinker. "Didn't...didn't think you'd look so fuckin' big."

Mountain really laughs then, a rich, booming sound that has Dew's stomach tensing. He licks his lips, rocking his hips as best he can with the way he's pinned. It makes the head of his aching cock nudge up against Mountain's thigh, and the sound Dew makes is one he should probably be more embarrassed about. He thinks he can't be blamed though - Mountain's had him stupid stiff for far too long now, ever since he agreed to Dew's breathless request for this particular act.

"That seems like an oversight on your part, little one," Mountain rumbles, leaning back on one hand and arching his back. Using the new angle to fuck his own fist with slow rolls of his hips that make Dew sweat. "Having second thoughts?"

"Fuck no."

Dew holds fast to Mountain's hips and ruts up again, the new angle letting his slippery little dick slide past the cleft of Mountain's thigh to bump against his sack. They both make a noise at that, and the lazy smile that splits Mountain's face makes Dew's eyelids flutter.

"Then tell me what you want," he coos, letting go of his cock and letting it rest on Dew's belly. Hot and heavy and wonderfully slick against his skin. Mountain reaches back and gets that hand on Dew's straining dick instead, wraps it up in long, rough fingers. "Let me hear you say it again."

Dew grits his teeth when Mountain gives him a single tight stroke, draws his knees up to plant his feet on the mattress. When he looks up at Mountain he finds mischief playing about his features, the flecks of gold in his emerald eyes sparkling, and Dew takes a shaky breath.

"Ride me," he hisses, nothing but a demand. "Lemme see you bounce on it."

Mountain purrs, low and tantalizing, and then he's shifting. Straightening up and spreading his knees that much further, opening himself up to rub Dew's tip against his slick hole. Dew scrunches his eyes shut, and Mountain tsks at him.

"Eyes open, Dew," he lilts, reaching down to give Dew’s tight sack a tickle that makes the little ghoul whimper.

Against his better judgement, Dew obeys. Cracks just one eye open to find Mountain smiling in a way that makes his mouth go dry. Watches him rise up onto his knees, watches his other hand drift down. Dew expects him to take his cock in hand again, to stoke himself while he sinks down onto the few inches Dew has to offer.

He does not expect Mountain to cup his own balls, to lift and hold them close to his body so Dew can finally see how red and wet his pretty little cock has gotten. The way Mountain's hole winks and glistens, ready to take every bit of him.

"Oh no," he whispers, and Mountain grins.

"You said you wanted to see."

He pops the head inside, and with a wounded howl Dew regrets not sliding on his cock ring the second Mountain said yes.

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[gasolineghuleh]

"no panties?” Mountain/Dew pls!!! Ty ily

ily2, random citizen!

I mostly write Mountain as either completely mute or few words, just btw! Also I might continue this if people want, I don't get the chance to write third person ghoul/ghoul very often and I DO love it.

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"No panties?" Mountain asks gruffly, tugging at the waist band of Dew's low-slung pajama pants. They rest on his bony hips perfectly, outlining the sharp V that leads beneath the cloth, and the tantalizing spread of hair. The lack of a shirt on the smaller Ghoul is already an arousing sight for Mountain and the simple promise of getting to see where the hair leads, even more so.

"Figured you'd find it easier this way," Dew responds with a shrug that seems too nonchalant to not be calculated. There's a taut nervousness that runs through his body, practically vibrating along his long and skinny limbs-- a tension, palpable.

"Good." Mountain is done with words now-- nothing else needs to be said. His arm wraps around the smaller Ghoul's waist, tugging him in close and pressing their lips together for a searing kiss. His tail whips forward, grabbing Dew's wrist as he brings his hand up, stopping him in his tracks. "Good toys don't fight."

"I never said I was a good toy, just that I'm a great one." Dew is quick with the comeback, forked tongue peeking through his lips in a quick adolescent display of contention. Mountain's answering chuckle rumbles from his chest and Dew takes a moment to savor the feeling before it turns into a growl of ownership.

"Down." Mountain points at the floor and Dew is quick to obey, dropping to his knees and fondling Mountain's large cock through his pajama trousers. Like Dew, he's also chosen to forgo any form of underwear.

Easier, indeed.

Easier for Dew to pull his throbbing cock free, forked tongue kitten licking at the head of it before he finally gathers the metal strength to attempt to take it fully into his mouth. He chokes, but then-- who wouldn't?

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[forlorn-crows]

GROUP FIC(LET) PROMPT

RESULTS, RULES AND REGS

its no surprise mountaindew hatefuck won the poll. we been knew that'd be the popular choice. so that's what the prompt will be. however, id like to include a non-smut prompt for the friends who want to participate but dont like to write smut. swiss/sunshine was the higher voted for open ended prompt, so that will be the alternate.

MAIN PROMPT

Mountain/Dew + hatefuck + start your fic(let) with the line: "What exactly do you think you're doing, Dewdrop?", or something similar

ALTERNATE PROMPT

Swiss/Sunshine + author's choice

REQUIREMENTS

any wordcount. keep the main focus on the two characters, mentions of/minor interactions with other characters is fine. other than that, go wild! write as much or as little as you'd like. write both prompts if you want! i want it to be fun

DO NOT POST UNTIL SUNDAY 3/5.

i really want to cut out the possibility of being influenced by other's ideas, as well as give people time to write. i really want to see YOUR ideas, and see if anyone ends up sharing a brain cell on accident lol. THIS IS NOT A DEADLINE. you can post whenever you want on or after this date.

please tag with "crow's ghost group prompt" and tag me in your post so i can make sure to reblog them all!

HAPPY WRITING send me an ask if you have questions!

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[anotherghoul666]

Make my Blood Rush (Slow Down)

Pairing: Mountain / Dewdrop

Rating: Explicit. I mean it’s a/b/o, like.

Tags / contains: a/b/o AU!; ghoul summoning world building; lore for heats and ruts of each ghoul species / element; earth ghoul heats and ruts in great detail ; a full band scene that I’m absolutely in love with #dialogueWasPOPPING; a copious amount of Dew’s sass; earth magic fuckery; consent is sexy; primal play / primal kink; predator and prey; hunting, chase and takedown; physical fighting; biting, like, a LOT OF IT; scratching; blood and causing injury consensually to a partner who loves it; size kink / size difference; Mountain is tol, Dew is smol; in more ways than one; appreciation and use of a Huge Cock; a copious amount of Dew’s slick; there’s so much slick guys; knotting; pushing limits; a/b/o typical dubious consent if you squint but guys he wants it; use of sex pheromones; dick so good it makes you see god (or, in this case, Satan); Dew has very stupid ideas and we love him for it.

Summary: Mountain very much looks forward to spending his rut in peace this year, up in his secret cabin in the woods. Earth heats and ruts are intense, they can get savage, violent even, and Ghost’s gentle giant of a drummer would prefer it if his bandmates didn’t see him like this. Of course, because things can’t go smoothly when you’re in a band with Dewdrop, the fire ghoul is right there to ruin his plans of calm and quiet. He’s too curious about the earth ghoul’s reputation, because there’s no way their ruts are that bad, right? He pokes the proverbial bear, and gets more than expected in return. Like, way more. Maybe more than he can handle, in fact. And he loves every second of it.

Read it here on ao3!

Tagging people who have showed interest in this fic: @arsonyard whom this fic is for! Thanks again for the request buddy! @st-danger @montmartrasse @agentduckorico @crimsonclergy @draculows @ the lovely anon from earlier who asked me the fic tag questions about this fic @ the kind anon from a few days back that offered me a flower or a shiny rock for some Mountain/Dew I think that's everybody I can specifically recall, my apologies if you asked for a tag and I forgot. Thank you all for reading, hope you enjoy! ❤️

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[p1nkcanoe]

Mountain cums an obscene amount and i keep thinkin abt Dewdrop gettin wrecked from it.

Sos help.

aight i had fun with this one and i hope you do too

filth below the cut

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Dew really has no idea how they got to this point. Only an hour ago they’d been handed a list by Imperator, told to pick up very specific items and given the exact locations of where they would find them. At the bottom of the list in bold, red pen, a reminder written over three times: UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES ARE YOU TO STRAY FROM THE LIST. 

… This was definitely not on the list. 

Something had set Mountain off. The two of them had been wandering through a department store searching for the third item on their list when the massive ghoul suddenly got all sluggish and red-faced, started breathing real heavy until he grabbed Dew by the scruff of his neck and pushed him up against a wall. Dew barely had enough space to get his hands out from where he’d braced himself against the wall before Mount started rutting his hips up into his stomach, hard as a rock through his pants and letting out breathy little noises with each thrust. His body is hot against his, his scent earthy and rich in his nose from where he’s pressed against the fabric of his shirt, and he wonders how in the world this happened without him noticing until it was too late. It’s so unlike him to get all worked up in public of all places, and he can’t wrap his head around how desperate he is. Mountain grunts through his teeth and pushes his hips into Dew’s belly until his shirt rides up and the skin of his tummy gets exposed. When Dew raises his hands to pull it back down Mount grabs him by the wrist and pins it to the wall beside his head, his eyes fixed on the flat of tummy and the smooth skin there. Dew watches the moment that his pupils dilate and in a flash he’s reaching towards the button on his pants. 

“Mount- I’m not sure that this is a good place for this-” Dew tries and scrambles to get a hold on Mountain’s hand before he frees himself. It’s a futile attempt. “Maybe we could find a dressing room or a restroom before you-” The earth ghoul isn’t listening. He pops open the button, practically rips open the zipper, and pulls his cock from its confinement, hitting the flushed head against Dew’s bellybutton before shuffling his feet impossibly closer and trapping the smaller ghoul so close to the wall that his heels hit the trim. “Okay, well. I guess we’re doing this here.” Dew sighs, peers around the ghoul to make sure nobody is coming, and pulls his shirt up to rest at his nipples because he really doesn’t want to get his shirt dirty... Mountain whines, high and breathy and pathetic, and Dew rolls his eyes, snakes his head out from under Mountain’s to push at his back in time with his thrusts. “C’mon, big guy. We gotta get you off because you really could not have chosen a worse place to get all hot on me.” 

Mountain doesn’t respond. He crowds Dew against the wall until he’s pushed up against his chest and pressed flush against him from head to toe and ruts deep and fast against his belly without any rhythm or sense, just pure desperation and desire to blow his load onto pretty skin. And Dew has to admit: it’s kinda hot. The risk of someone walking up on them, even catching them from a distance has him chubbing up in his shorts, and he tries to angle his hips forward just a few inches to get some friction against a thigh or something, but Mountain has him pinned good and he’s also fine with just riding this all out where he’s at. 

It doesn’t take Mountain long to get close. He starts getting sloppy, starts breathing harder and letting out grunts that cause Dew to have to cover his mouth with his hand so they don’t get caught. And eventually Mountain reaches his climax and starts spurting over the smooth skin of his belly… and his chest… and a little on his shirt… and it just keeps coming, painting his skin with streaks of pearlescent white until it’s dripping and becoming a different issue entirely. “Mount, what the fuck, dude?” He drops his hands to his abdomen in an attempt to catch the excess before it drips onto the carpet below them. It’s not long before his hands get messy, too. There’s so much cum and it’s making Dew dizzy. It’s still coming. 

Dew can’t help the moan that falls from his lips as Mountain rides out the end of his release against his belly, dragging the head of his cock through the immense mess he made until the friction practically becomes nonexistent and he drops his forehead against the wall with a dull thud. His legs are shaking and he’s panting just above his head and Dew thinks he might pass out on him, but then the earth ghoul pushes himself up and takes a step back to eye his masterpiece and lets out a chuckle like he can’t believe his own eyes. 

“Yeah, asshole. Feel better now?” Dew asks, astonished and still cradling spurts of cum in his hands. “What the hell was that?”

Mountain shrugs and tucks himself back into his pants, zips up the zipper. “I don't know, was pent up, I guess.”  “You guess?”

#p1nk ficlet #p1nk cb #mountain x dew

[ghoul-slime]

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

-🌺

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like he’s a toy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mountaindew shorts #1

Mountain: i sat here and posed for like 10 minutes, let me see the product ^^.

there child: but....’’gives it to mountain’’

Mountain ’’put’s on glasses and looks at it’’ ....is that me??

Child ’’sad turnaround ’’

Mountain: NO! NO IT’S NICE!

‘’It’s so nice.’’

‘‘i never looked better.’‘

Mountain ’’picks them up’’ ooooo Where were you? Where were you when it was time for senior photo’s! okay?

Child: Then why was Mommy Laughing?

Mountain: MOMMY DOESN’T KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING ANYWAYS!

Dewdrop ’’ trying so hard not to laugh more in the background’’

Mountain: That’s how you say, ‘That’s a great drawing’ in French!

Dewdrop ’’Laughs louder and losing it’’

Mountain thoughts: Gonna make that man clean my whole greenhouse by himself, if he keeps this up.

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