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miasmaghoul · 2 months

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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

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ghcstcd · 1 month

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Could we get B2 with Mountain and Dewdrop? 🥰❤️ whenever you have the chance ofc!!

Cute!

#messages from beyond the ask box #anonymous #art #ghcstcd #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #sketch #ghost bc #mountain ghoul #mountain/dew #mountain/dewdrop #sodo ghoul #dewdrop #dewdrop ghost #mountain ghost #sodo ghost

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dam1en-69 · 3 months

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mountain was probably a flustered fuck before him and dewdrop even got together. everyone found it fucking hilarious. oh, and when he tried to flirt with dew and do what swiss taught him.

Dew : *He walks over to mountain, and sits besides him.*

Dew : “Seems like you sure are enjoying those muffin Lulu made.”

Dew : *Dewdrop smiles as he scoots his chair closer to him.*

Mountain : “I-Oh hey Dew, Well…”

Mountain : *He glances over to Swiss.*

Mountain : “Well- I bet you taste better.”

*Swiss and Dewdrop just burst out in laughter, laughing like maniacs. Poor mountain is just there all embarrassed now. Dews laughter quickly quiets down as he stares Mountain up and down.*

Dew : “Wanna find out, Big guy?”

Mountain : “Fuck yes..”

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divine-misfortune · 4 months

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Happy day of birth to @sphylor the beloved

Have some classic mountaindew

#my art #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #nameless ghouls fanart #the band ghost fanart #the band ghost #ghost the band #mountain/dew

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forlorn-crows · 12 days

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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?"

please consider reblogging ♡

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iamthecomet · 6 months

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Been thinking about throatfucking and mountaindew lately, where big guy stays buried and jacks himself whilst choking dew.

Maybe throw some Phaeon in there to help dew loosen up (I’m convinced quint ghouls can channel their magic through their dicks and no one can tell me otherwise)

(Also hello, love your fics!)

(hi, THANK YOU). Using this ask as Kinktober Day 23 - Face Fucking. So, thank you SO SO much for this DELICIOUS image. almost 1.2k of Mountain/Dew throat fucking. Ft. voyeur(ish) Aeon.

There are tears in Dew’s eyes. He’s trying to hide them by keeping his eyes closed, but Mountain can see them. The wetness stuck to those long pale lashes. He tightens his grip in Dew’s hair, presses himself a little deeper. Not that he really can. It’s the grind that matters. Dragging the head of his cock against Dew’s throat. He can’t go deeper–Dew has all of him. Lips pressed tight to Mountains’ pubic bone, drool dripping through his pubic hair and down to his balls.

Dew makes a pathetic little noise. More a gurgle than anything else. Vibrations rolling up over Mountain’s cock. Mountain feels himself pulse and Dew winces. He breathes through his nose, strained but steady.

From the other side of the room, Aeon watches. One leg thrown over the other. Leaning back in a chair, a beer from the mini-bar in his hand. He had his turn already. Spilling hot and thick down Dew’s throat under the guise of preparation. Quintessence flowing into Dew’s ever willing body, loosening muscles. Mountain’s pretty sure Dew could have taken him without it. Would have swallowed Mountain down without a second thought.

But that would have been less fun than watching Aeon ease his dick down Dew’s throat. Purring to him about how good he was doing. Babying him through it while Aeon fucked his throat hard enough that Dew has to be sore. Dew glared at him the whole time, torn between palming at himself and pretending not to be into the treatment.

There’s none of that bravado left in him now. His pants are unzipped, hand sliding up and down the wet length of his cock. Mountain watches the way his fingers tighten around the head, the little twist he gives at the end. Dew’s spilling pre like a water ghoul, dripping onto his fingers and onto the hotel floor. Mountain tries not to think about the stain it’ll leave.

“Just like that, Dew. Stay just like that,” he purrs. Scratching his fingers against Dew’s scalp where he holds him tight.

Dew’s eyes flutter open, he looks up at Mountain. His glamor is still up. Dew’s weird about it in hotel rooms sometimes, so the eyes that meet Mountain’s are blue. Copper in the very middle where Dew’s control is slipping just a little. Cracks of himself shining through. His pupils are blown wide. Eyes wet and ringed with tears.

Mountain drags the thumb of his free hand under one of them. Catching wetness against it. Dew blinks back, tries to keep that wetness away.

“He crying yet?” Aeon asks from across the room. Mountain glances over at him. Finds Aeon palming at himself. Already hard again.

“Almost,” Mountain answers, then turns his attention back to Dew. Back to the wet heat of Dew’s throat. Dew shifts and everything constricts. Mountain bites back a loud groan. Fights the urge to just fuck into Dew’s throat with abandon. After Aeon’s show Mountain’s a little hesitant to really give it to the little ghoul beneath him. He doesn’t want to hurt Dew. But seven hells does he want to cum.

Mountain slips his hand down, he curls his palm around Dew’s throat. Loose. But it doesn’t matter. Dew shudders as soon as he does it. Eyes starting to roll up. The threat of it enough to send another spurt of pre onto the low-pile carpet.

Mountain grinds in a little again. He can feel himself beneath his palm. Hard as he ever gets. Shifting beneath Dew’s skin. He presses down a little and finds he can feel that too. The constriction his own hand creates.

“Fuck,” Mountain holds Dew’s gaze as he gives a cursory thrust–small–but he feels it. Feels the pressure of his own hand. Feels the way Dew’s body gives to him on both sides. Bending to his will. The last dreges of quintessence making everything more fluid. Dew’s relaxed, easy. No tension coiled in any of his muscles. Throat open and slick. Mountain squeezes a little harder and Dew moans. Muffled around Mountain’s cock. It ends in a gurgle as he presses down a little more.

Mountain can’t take his eyes off of Dew. Over his hand on Dew’s throat–so big it engulfs him from Jaw to collarbone. Dew’s hand on his cock stutters, rhyhtm failing.

Dew’s still dressed. Mountain realizes belatedly. Dick just hanging out of his jeans where he strokes it. Band-T stained with drool and Aeon’s cum.

Dew is crying now. Mouth stretched around Mountain’s cock, tears running down his cheeks, eyes glassy as he fucks up into his own fist and Mountain does the same. Fucking into Dew’s throat and by extension the pressure of his own hand. Squeezing and releasing when he needs it.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Aeon mutters. Mountain hears the rasp of his zipper, then the sigh of relief as Aeon gets his hand on himself. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

Mountain doesn’t have an answer. He can’t think about anything except how this feels. Tight and so hot and so wet. He barely has to pull out at all, just little rabbit quick thrusts into Dew’s throat, barely anything but it feels like everything. His toes curl in the carpet.

Mountain squeezes a little tighter as he presses forward, constricting around the head of his cock. The pressure makes Dew’s eyes roll back in his head. He huffs out one sharp breath through his noise, hot against Mountain’s skin, and then Dew’s cumming. Painting his jeans, the carpet, his lithe fingers with sticky white ropes.

Mountain outlasts him by seconds. Watching Dew’s body shudder, feeling the rhythmic clench of his throat, that’s all it takes before his orgasm is screaming up his spine. Veins going electric. He spills down Dew’s throat. Twitching and panting, a snarl ripped from his teeth as he pins Dew to his body.

Mountain lets go as soon as the world starts to clear, and Dew rolls back. Sits down hard on the carpet. He wipes his mouth and survey’s the mess as Mountain turns to try to find some clothes and something to clean Dew up with.

Aeon stands. Cock still hard, fingers wrapped tight around the base. He steps between Dew’s legs as Mountain is pulling sweatpants up over his hips.

He’s going to tell Aeon that Dew’s had enough, but then Aeon smears the sticky tip of his cock over Dew’s swollen lips and Dew smirks at him. Eyes no longer watery or glassy.

“Got one more in you, droplet?” Aeon asks, smacking the head of his cock against Dew’s cheek and leaving a slick smear.

Dew flashes him his teeth. “I’ve got more in me than you do.”

Mountain rolls his eyes and retreats to the bed. Heavy-limbed and satisfied. Content to watch the competition. He’s glad for the entertainment. Even if he already knows Dew’s going to win.

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ghoul-slime · 8 months

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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

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st-danger · 10 months

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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.

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coffeeghoulie · 4 months

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For the soft kiss prompts, pls could you do #8 with mountain/dew? Take your time ofc!!

Ps. I love all your fics 🫶

Prompt from this list: #8 sharing a kiss while cleaning their wounds

Contains minor injury and a brief mention of blood

Mountain is not a clumsy ghoul. The earth beneath his feet knows him, acknowledges the gifts the Old One made him with. He is tall and steady, walks upon the earth Topside confidently. That doesn't mean he doesn't get distracted.

There's a gaggle of water ghouls who work in the main greenhouse, there to help with the watering, making the already cramped space that much tighter. Mountain glances to Ivy and Pebble, who are discussing something animatedly a few rows down, and sighs, hauling another bag of potting mix over his shoulder and making his way over to them.

A flash of something bright catches Mountain's eye, and he turns to face it. There's a water ghoul staring at him, a slight little thing, long white-silver hair flowing over his shoulders like liquid metal, big blue eyes boring into his skull. When he realize he's been caught staring, the ghoul jolts, darting behind a row of tomato plants that need repotting like a startled deer. Mountain shifts the bag over his shoulder, returning to his task, setting the potting mix down near his fellow earth ghouls.

The next time the ghoul nearly runs into him, he stares up at the branches of Mountain's antlers, giggling a little under his breath before watering the green bean plant on the trellis next to him. Mountain furrows his brow, reaching up to find little clusters of white snapdragons blooming around the base of them. He feels his face heat as the water ghoul smiles, his nose crinkling as he grins, turning around another bend and disappearing from sight.

He and the water ghoul cross paths every once in a while, and Mountain can't help himself but stare back every time they stumble upon each other. The water ghoul is undoubtedly beautiful, unworldly and siren-like, and Mountain watches enraptured as a teal blush blooms on his sharp cheekbones each time he darts away. It goes like this for weeks, almost an entire season.

It's late one summer evening when it changes, the sun almost set behind the treeline. All of the other ghouls have head inside for the night, but Mountain's in the middle of pruning the juniper bushes lining the greenhouse, and he's never been one to leave a project unfinished.

It's repetitive work, soothing, and Mountain loses himself in it, so much so he doesn't hear the water ghoul walking up behind him.

There's a hand on his shoulder. Mountain yelps, a loud squeak, losing his balance and grabbing at the juniper bushes, the sharp leaves piercing his skin as he scrambles.

"Oh, shit, are you okay?" A voice asks, siren-like and alluring, and Mountain turns, eyes wide as he stares up at the water ghoul he's been dancing around.

"Just my pride," Mountain stammers, glancing down at his palms, the dozens of minuscule cuts from the sharp leaves.

The water ghoul's sharp eyes lock onto his palms, watches as a droplet of blood oozes out from a few of the cuts. "Shit, I just wanted to ask if you'd get dinner with me, I didn't mean to scare you and get you hurt."

Mountain shrugs, unable to tear his eyes away from the water ghoul. "I'm fine, really," he says, knowing his cheeks are flushing dark olive, the snapdragons blooming full force around his antlers.

The ghoul tilts his head, his silver hair flowing like water over his shoulder. "You're bleeding," he says, taking one of Mountain's hands in his own. It makes Mountain's head spin, really seeing just how small his hands are compared to his. "At least let me wrap them up."

Mountain gets to his feet slowly, towering over the water ghoul. "If it makes you feel better..." he trails off, realizing he doesn't know his name.

"Dewdrop, but people only really call me that when I'm in trouble. Dew works just fine," The water ghoul says, pressing a hand to his chest. "I've heard Pebble call you Mountain, which tracks," Dew laughs, craning his neck to look Mountain in the eye. "You wanna come in with me? I'll get the first aid kit. Don't know how many times I've been stupid and gotten myself hurt."

Mountain watches as he laughs at himself, following the water ghoul to the work table in the back of the greenhouse, standing on his tippy toes to grab the first aid kit from the cabinets. He rummages through the case, pulling out alcohol wipes and a roll of gauze. "Gimme your hands, juniper."

"Juniper?" Mountain repeats, flushing darker, from embarrassment or fluster, he can't quite tell, but he gives Dew his hands anyways.

Dew hums, smirking a little as he wipes the cuts on Mountain's palm, Mountain steady and unflinching as the alcohol stings. "Can I call you that? If not, I'll stop, promise."

He thinks for a moment, eyes locked on Dew's slight hands, the long, spindly fingers. "If I can call you waterlily," he says, and Dew looks up to meet his eyes. "I saw that time you tripped into the retaining pond."

Dew blushes teal, shoulders shaking in silent laughter. He grabs the roll of gauze, wrapping it securely around Mountain's palms. "We've got a deal, juniper."

"Thank you, Dew," Mountain says, low and sincere as Dew finishes wrapping his hands. He moves to pull his hands away, but Dew holds tight to one of them, kissing his knuckles.

"It's nothing, juniper," Dew says, still blushing bright teal as he stares up at the earth ghoul. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to get dinner with me. It's late, all of the others left hours ago."

Mountain grins, standing from the table, Dew's hand still in his. "That sounds like a deal, waterlily."

#sorry this took so long anon mount and dew did not want to play nice #dot's writing #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #anon request #cw blood #technically a meet cute #mountain/dew

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thelampisaflashlight · 3 months

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Dew, giving Aurora and Phantom a tour: "-And this is mine and Mountain's room, but before you ask why we share instead of having our own spaces, just know whatever Mountain says is a goddamned lie." Phantom, looking over at Mountain reading on the bed: "Why's there only one bed? Where do you sleep, Dew?" Mountain, looking up from his book: "Under four blankets, surrounded by a nest of pillows, cuddling a stuffed build a Baphomet and one of those cursed ass Copia plushies." Dew: "See? Lies, heresy-" Aurora: -holding up a basically flattened Plushia she found on the bed- Dew: "You-" Phantom, concerned, having not picked up on anything: "I'm still wondering about the bed, guys-"

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #aurora ghoulette #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #mountaindew #mountain/dew #sheetrock is a type of drywall

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miasmaghoul · 3 months

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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.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain/dew #mountain x dew #mountaindew

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nastylittleghouls · 2 months

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Nepenthe(s)

Relationship(s): Aether/Dewdrop, Mountain/Dewdrop

Rating: Teen

Words: about 2.1k

Summary: Lucifer is more benevolent to his children than God. Dewdrop has always been a firm believer in that. That doesn‘t make existing without his mate any easier.

Warnings: Major Character Death, grief, mentioned Drug use, religious lore, unhealthy coping mechanisms, weed-induced weirdness about pre, implied disordered eating, unintentionally funny metaphors

Notes: Special thanks to @askingforthesun for allowing me to borrow elements of their fic (also MCD, be warned, but so good. Go read! ) and general lore so I could release this little thing into the wild. Hopefully, you won’t regret letting me into your sandbox. 😉 I recommend listening to the song I used as an intro during the second half of this fic (It'll be linked there) Unbeta‘ed as usual.

AO3 link for the so-inclined

You taught me the courage of stars before you left How light carries on endlessly, even after death With shortness of breath You explained the infinite And how rare and beautiful it is to even exist I couldn't help but ask for you to say it all again I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen I'd give anything to hear you say it one more time That the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes - Saturn- Sleeping at last (or, Dewdrop reminiscing about Aether)

Plants behaving badly: murder and mayhem is playing on the TV. The still ongoing consequence of a shared joint, Mountain lamenting the lack of variety in his collection of carnivorous plants, and a turned too serious debate about which ghoul is the most alike to any of the aforementioned plants. Mountain can‘t let shit like this go. He has to be right and he’ll present proof.

Therefore, sometimes things that happen in the greenhouse don’t stay in the greenhouse. They occupy the common room in the ghoul wing.

Mountain has their enormous pack blanket wrapped around them both, Dew‘s head resting partly in his armpit and halfway on a pec, his legs across Mountain‘s thighs. Mountain’s hand is absentmindedly rubbing over a weirdly raised stitch on Dew‘s knee. Courtesy of Dew taking care of rubbed-through fabric himself. It’s actually kind of nice to feel the thread pressing into his skin.

Dew’s only half listening to Mountain explaining why this is his favorite documentary about carnivorous plants and how it‘ll show Dew why he‘s right. His attention is a mess on a good day. If he's not holding his guitar or praying, his memory is even worse. Now the weed does the rest to scatter his mind all over the place.

Mountain squeezes Dew a little too hard when the sundew finally makes an appearance. It’s uncomfortable. Even so, it helps Dew to fully focus on the right now. „See? That’s you!“

Dew narrows his eyes at the screen. He still doesn’t see his point. „And I repeat, the fuck? How?“

„With your pre. It‘s like, extra thick. Little pearls all over the red tip of your dick when you get all needy. Smells and tastes delicious. It’s a ghoul mouth trap“, Mountain emphasizes with a gesture at the screen, a dopey weed-induced grin on his face, barely managing to duck his head away when Dew half-heartedly swats at him.

„You‘re a fly then, the way you always buzz around me despite the threat of certain death, begging for a taste.“

A faint blush appears on Mountain‘s cheeks and his eyes drop down between Dew‘s thighs, licking his lips. Intention clear. His nostrils flare to see if he can catch that sweet scent. If Dew‘s in the mood to indulge him.

There is- nothing. Not a hint of arousal. Not even Dew’s natural smokey aroma. Yet, he’s not disappointed. The fact that Dew is here with him, willingly allows himself some mundane enjoyment, already feels like so much.

Even more so when Mountain thinks about how often Rain had gone to the cathedral to check on him throughout the last months, how Mountain had found him earlier, sleeping surprisingly peacefully in the pew after missing yet another meal. His prayer beads wrapped so tightly around his hand that the indents were still faintly shimmering on his skin now. And Mountain had had enough. He had scooped him up and carried him into the greenhouse where this whole thing had started and now; it almost feels like a usual night before their world had been tipped upside down again. Almost.

It’s a silver lining.

„If anything, I‘m a bee. I only go for the tasty shit and sleep with the prettiest of flowers“, he counters, so confidently with his flat chest puffing out and everything, it‘s making Dew snort. That‘s truly his earth ghoul right here.

“I can’t tell if you’re calling me pretty or just want to fuck your plants”, Dew teases with feigned thoughtfulness, flicking his fingers against the space between Mountain‘s eyebrows. It earns him a light pinch in the thigh and a mumbled: “fuck you”.

When the earth ghoul looks up again, he expects another snarky come back but Dew sends him a look that is not quite regretful but close to it. Dew’s hand moves up to pet Mountain’s hair, using it to pull him down to peck his lips.

„Not tonight.''

Those words should sound like a raincheck. What Mountain hears is an apology when there shouldn’t be one. His love for Dew is not tied to conditions like Dew sharing his body with him. Now less than ever. He wishes he had the means to let Dew know somehow without making a big deal out of it, for the fire ghouls sake, when he feels a small red rose bloom at the bottom of his horn, coming to his aid. He nods and leans in for another peck. Turns it into a proper kiss because he can and Dew lets him.

„Another time,“ he agrees and plucks the rose with a small wince, tucking it safely behind Dew‘s ear, “my pretty flower”.

The gesture makes Dew frown up at Mountain, and for a split second, it seems like the next swatting is imminent. Mountain would endure that and more. What matters is that Dew knows he is loved. But doesn’t happen. Dew just settles into his side again with a huff.

Then the narrator moves on to another plant and the moment is over. „That Butterwort is Cumulus,“ Mountain states, in a tone that indicates he expects Dew to disagree again. Instead, Dew nods, agreeably, and even adds, „Aurora too.“

As soon as the credits roll, Dew untangles himself from Mountain’s arm and the blanket and slips to his feet, brushing his lips affectionately over the earth ghoul’s hairline and the base of his horns. His smile is weary when their eyes meet again.

„Gonna hit the hay. Night, Evergreen“.

Mountain gives him a bewildered look but eagerly meets him halfway just the same when Dew moves in for a hug. It has Mountain holding him tighter than he probably should, his face tucked into Dew’s neck. He just missed this more than he had let himself think about and it feels too soon to lose it again.

“Night, Lilypad. Don‘t let the bed bugs bite.”

He watches Dew walk out of the common room until he‘s out of the door and almost swallowed by the shadows in the hallway, his mind still mulling Dew’s words over. No one has called him Evergreen since….

Clarity hits him like a well-aimed sobering punch in the gut. The almost overwhelming feeling of nausea follows suit. It‘s here. The moment he dreaded, they all dreaded, may happen. In hindsight, the signs were blatant. Dew not even trying to bargain with him about leaving the cathedral, the overly sudden surge in willingness to be social for such a long period of time when Dew had been shying away from it. All that combined with the missing natural scent, the most obvious one of them all, is unmistakable. A sure sign that fire ghouls are on the verge of leaving the physical plane of existence.

All right in front of him. The very last one left from his old pack. Eventually, he will accept it as the honor that it is. Right now, he‘s reeling.

He gives himself a mental shove and manages to call an „I love you. Sleep well“ after Dew just before he’s out of his sight.

Then his eyes turn back to the screen. Stares at it until his vision blurs. Stricken. Chest so tight he can barely breathe. His claws pierce through the thick fabric of his self-assigned greenhouse overall he hasn’t bothered to change out of yet. It takes all of his willpower to keep himself sitting on the couch right there, to not let his selfishness win to try to stop the inevitable. It’s not his right to interfere, if he even could, as painful as it is. As it will be, for a long time.

So he just sits there, helpless in his decision.

A weeping willow.

Dew ghosts through the corridors of the ministry, on a whim taking the long route to pass through the Ghouls' living quarters. The urge to hear their voices before he retreats to his hideaway is stronger than usual tonight. To lock another piece of each and every one of them once more into the respective places in his heart.

There’s a thud behind one of the closed doors, followed by Swiss’ cackling. Aeon and Aurora complain about being bullied. That exasperated yet fond sigh? Cirrus.

Rain‘s room is quiet except for the sound of running water. It draws Dew in so he pauses, lays both palms on the wooden door, and listens for a breath, maybe two. Sends a wave of affection Rain’s way before continuing his path.

He can still hear Sunshine’s laughter, after their caused chaos went either according to plan or wonderfully wrong, when he passes her abandoned room, as faded in his memories as it is. He gives her door a little salute, not trusting himself to linger there. Knows that Cumulus finds solace in sitting in there for a while during this hour, singing to her lost ray of light.

Treasures, all of them.

He takes all of them up the stone stairs into the attic with him, the soles of his shoes scruffing over the sandy surface as he recites another prayer under his breath. As if to absolve himself for his absence in the pews. The beads around his neck feel heavier with each word, making him briefly consider turning around and visiting the cathedral for a second time today but he has to admit to himself that he wouldn’t be able to get far tonight. It’s late and the call of the stars promises a little more comfort.

Rain would be thrilled at that amount of self-reflection.

The old oil lamp he grabbed on the way flickers as he lights up an incense stick with a press of his fingerpads, setting both up on the floor in front of him.

After, he settles comfortably into Aether‘s old armchair, right in front of the window. Hidden amongst Aether’s other belongings that he couldn’t squirrel away into his own room, the stars in the night sky welcoming him back through the glass. One brighter than the others, brighter than Sirius he likes to think, his very own guiding light.

Watching over him. Waiting for him.

As he recounts the constellations to himself in soothing murmurs, he traces the scar on his palm, swallowing heavily when he reaches the end before lacing his fingers together. A sad imitation of what used to be Aether’s hand engulfing his. His mind shifts to the moments he had been curled in Aether‘s lap in this very chair and played idly with his hands. Twisting his rings up and down his fingers. Tickling his palm. Relishing in their size difference, their thrumming bond, and Aether’s pleased chuffs. At times, simply lost in sharing their respective tribes’ folklore, awed at each other's way with words. At others, well…

He needs it more than ever now. That certain kind of warmth. That fullness, first and foremost in his heart.

He yearns for it with every fiber of his infernal being.

To be home.

Dew sinks further into the chair and a forgotten sense of calm washes over him. No longer is that sob stuck behind his sternum that burned as hot as the unshed tears in his eyes. No longer does he feel the urge to fight it when his eyes fall shut on their own accord. Slowly. Unhurried.

The strange coldness, coming from deep down inside him and radiating through his bones like an ache, starts to dissolve. Imperceptible, his charred skin lightens and his scarred gills heal from the fire damage. A gift of appreciation by the Prince for his unwavering devotion. Not only to the seven but to his mate as well.

Unbidden, he remembers the last time Aether prepared morning soup for him, is sure he can taste the perfection on the back of his tongue, and for once it doesn’t twist his insides into knots.

He is too tired. So very tired and giving in feels so right like nothing has for too long.

His star in the sky flares up fleetingly, and Dewdrop smiles softly to himself, the first real smile in what seems like an eternity, when he feels familiar, weightless hands rest lovingly on his shoulders. His head tilts instinctively towards the touch, dipping slightly into the sun-faded brocade of the chair cushion beside him. The merest hint of Aether‘s scent, and the salt of tears still lingering in the fabric, fill his nose.

His prayers are granted at last.

Above the stars, below the flames; finally reunited.

The affirmation of love Dew hasn‘t uttered out loud since, leaves him with a long, blissful sigh.

„I belong to you, my starlight“

Akin to a kiss, barely there, floats a caress over Dew’s lips, making good on a promise.

“Oh, my Firefly….I adore you”

With his mate’s awaited response, Dew’s chest falls peacefully for the last time. The last glowing ember turns gray. His soul follows Aether’s into the night.

Home.

#Aether Ghoul #Dewdrop Ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #Dewther #Aether/Dewdrop #Ghost band fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #Mountain/Dewdrop #MountainDew #nameless ghouls #Mountain/Dew #Mighty Feathers

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dam1en-69 · 23 days

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mountaindew doodle i made in class a week ago when i was on 20’mins of sleep and half asleep. thats the hand writing is so bad

#the band ghost #band ghost #ghost ghouls #ghost the band #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghost #dewy #dew ghoul #fire ghoul #mountain/dew #mountain ghoul #mountaindew #mount #earth ghoul #my art #this ship is apart of my personality

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kentuckyfriedsatan · 21 days

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Waiting for the night

Summary: Part 1 of a little series I’m doing about Asexual!Mountain. We need more Ace rep!

What happens when Mountain and Dew make out, and what goes on in Mountains head.

tw: talk about sex, (heavy) making out, panic attack, Mountain doesn’t know he is asexual so no happy ending just yet

Read it below the cut!

“Hey there, Mount!”

Mountain looks up from his book smiling.

“Hey Firelily.” Dewdrops cheeks heat up a bit at the nickname.

“What are you reading?”

“It’s a book about herbal medicine.”

“That’s…interesting.“ Dew says jokingly and Mountain puts the book on the nearby coffee table.

“You will think it’s interesting when you have a killer headache and come to me for help.”

Dewdrop lounges next to him on the couch.

“Yeah you’re right, I’m grateful you do all the boring reading, so that you can heal my hangover.” With a sincere tone he adds: “I love you.”

“I’m happy to help and I love you too.” Mountain says, he grabs Dews hand and looks at the fire ghouls lips.

“Can I kiss you?” Mountain asks for consent.

“Always.” Dew answers and crashes their lips together.

What starts as a sweet kiss, turns more dirty in an instant. Their tongues are fighting for dominance and Dew let’s out small whines as he palms himself through his tight black trousers.

Mountain reaches around the fire ghoul and pulls him towards himself. Dewdrop is in his lap instantly and Mountain can’t resist and reaches for the long silvery hair of his partner. He holds Dew close with his hand in his hair at the back of his head. Dews tail lazily traces up and down Mountains leg and wraps around it. Mountains free hand reaches under the small ghouls t shirt, roaming, enjoying the warmth of his skin. This feels perfect, like they were meant to be doing this. Mountain never wants to stop kissing Dewdrop like this right now and the fire ghouls seems equally happy to continue.

He was able to see Dews arousal earlier through his tight pants but didn’t think anything of it. He himself was soft, preferred it like this actually. Mountain likes to please his partners, kiss them, make out with them, but he doesn’t get aroused by it. Well except for now, Dewdrop is rolling his hips down and Oh no! Mountains body is beginning to respond, his dick chubbing up. The fire ghoul notices instantly of course and gets even more enthusiastic, rubbing their clothed erections together.

But Mountain stays still, panic beginning to fill him. He doesn’t want to go further than this. Sex was never something he wanted, sometimes it’s even disgusting to think about it. His partners are all aesthetically attractive and he loves them to death but still his brain can’t do it.

He is such a fuck up. Why would it be disgusting? It’s normal to do it! And now his body wants the one thing his brain doesn’t want to give to him. But he can’t do anything about his body’s responses and needs, so normally when he gets a random erection he takes a shower, shamefully jacking himself off as fast as possible. Mountain doesn’t want to think about sex while doing it, he tried imagining one of his partners but he can’t do it. He is not sexually attracted to them, or anyone for that matter. So he concentrates on the feeling of his body, an orgasm can still feel good without it having to do with sex.

He and his pack only recently declared their love for each other, but he is sure everyone has slept with each other already. Well everyone except Mountain. Slowly and surely he feels this pressure on himself to finally do it with someone. At least to show them that he truly loves them. But he wasn’t able to do it, like the incompetent ghoul he is.

At the beginning everyone just thought Mountain didn’t want to move so quickly, but after a few months some get suspicious. Or sad. Like Dewdrop. When Mountain brushes him off as things begin to get steamy he sees hurt in his partners eyes. Dew tried to talk with him about it, but Mountain wasn’t ready to talk about his feelings yet, couldn’t stand to see the disappointment on the fire ghouls face when he says he isn’t sexually attracted to him.

So this time he doesn’t want to disappoint Dewdrop. His panic is growing but he pushes through and rolls his hips up towards the fire ghoul in his lap, who lets out a sinful moan. Mountain doesn’t feel like he is here at the moment, his movements just on autopilot. He looses track of time.

“Hey Mount! Mountain! Are you with me?”

The voice of Dewdrop full of concern breaks through to him. He hadn’t noticed that he began to shake and hyperventilate. Dew is now kneeling next to him.

„Look at me love, please! Breath with me.“ he says and demonstrates his breathing.

When Mountain doesn’t follow his lead, he takes the earth ghouls big hand and places it on his own chest.

“Everything will be okay. Believe me. I love you so much, please breath with me!” There is desperation in his voice.

Mountains takes a shaky breath in and out. His eyes fill with tears. He fucked it up again, how typical. It would have been so easy to make out and have sex, but No of course he can’t do that.

“There you go love. Nice slow breaths for me.”

His breathing calms down but the shame floods him, he can’t look at his fire ghoul.

“Mountain? Did I do something? Did I go to far? I thought we were on the same page there you know…I’m so sorry, I should have checked in more often.” Dew looks guilty and still concerned.

“You didn’t go to far and I know I could have just stopped you.”

Dew nods.

“And it’s not like I wasn’t enjoying it. I wanted it too.” He kind of lies. The making out part he truly enjoyed, but everything that would have gone further he hates. The fire ghoul seems a bit relived at that, knowing he wasn’t the only one enjoying this. How is he suppose to tell Dew about his problem with sex without hurting his feelings? How does he get out of this situation?

“I’m just not ready for more yet, Dew.” Mountain decides to say and somehow he tries to make himself believe it too. Maybe he just has to wait a bit longer and then he will become normal.

“Okay that’s totally fine! You can take as much time as you need. I won’t do something like that again until you’re ready.”

“Thank you. I think I will go to bed now. Good night.”

“Good night Mount.”

The earth ghoul leaves quickly for his room, he doesn’t want Dewdrop to witness another breakdown. But when the door is closed he can’t hold back the sobs, he curls into his bed with his dragon plushy that Rain had made him and tries to accept his fate. He will loose his partners because of this thing, he is convinced of it now. Their relationship won’t work without sex right?

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CROW CROW CROWWWWWWW

PLS TELL ME PUPPY MOUNTAIN BREEDS DEW LIKE A GOOD DOG PLS

he is a very good boy

“Fuck, that’s it, puppy, so good,” Dew bites out, pressing his hips back until he’s fully speared on Mountain’s cock. He tugs the earth ghoul close by the leash, forcing him to press against his back and tuck his face into the space between his chin and shoulder. “Right there, you stay right there and fuck me like a good boy,” he hisses. Dew arches into the stretch, groaning when Mountain wraps his arms around his chest and ruts into his ass. It’s slow, almost hesitant at first. But as soon as Dew looses another praise from his lips, Mountain is humping desperately, skin slapping against skin.

The fire ghoul sinks into his frantic need, huffing out moans with each pass of the wide head against his prostate. It’s deep, dirty, and just how he likes it.

“Yeah, fuck yes,” he laughs when Mountain starts whining in his ear. He can feel how heavy his balls are, how wet he is from having to wait while he fucked Dew with four of his fingers. “Come on, really pound me,” he groans. “Hump me like you mean it.”

Mountain moans long and low, voice jumping with each thrust. Dew pulls even harder on the leash, earning a yelp.

“Oh, fucking bark, bitch.” He bites his lip, mouth forming into a naughty grin as Mountain nearly pins him to the mattress. “Right there, right fucking there—” Mountain’s panting now, skinny hips moving as fast as they can as gets off on Dew’s filthy mouth and his hot, tight hole. He could call him all the names in the world, but he’d take them all for the reward of mindlessly fucking him.

“Better knot me like a good dog,” Dew goes on. “Fill me up, make me catch. Tie me so tight you don’t even remember your own name.” Mountain nods furiously, whining low in his throat. “Yeah? Gonna breed me, fuck that fat knot right into this tight little ass?”

“Uh huh,” the earth ghoul groans, the closest thing to words he’s uttered this entire time.

“Stretch me so good, keep me locked tight when you make me cum.” Dew can’t help but reach down and give himself a good squeeze at the thought, a bead of precum welling at the tip. “Fuck—make me clench and milk you dry.”

It only takes a few more heated moments before Dew can feel the swell of Mountain’s knot pushing against his rim. It’s predictable, almost endearing how quickly he reacts to Dew like this, nothing but a desperate thing eager to pleasure and please. He strokes himself hot and fast, getting pretty needy himself.

“Come on, beg for it, puppy,” Dew breathes. He drops the leash in favor of grabbing Mountain’s collar itself, yanking him even closer. “Let me hear you beg to pop it in.”

Mountain whimpers, struggling to string coherent words together. He manages please, knot you, lemme, before he gives up.

Thankfully, Dew doesn’t make him repeat himself. “Good boy, put it in, fill me full,” he gasps. He twists his fist over the head of his cock, letting the momentum of Mountain’s thrusts fuck himself in and out of his hand.

When Mountain finally shoves his knot in, he grips Dew’s hips and nearly howls.

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