#dew x mountain
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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?"
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mushy may day three !
massage with mountain and dew :)
cw: mountain in pain
under the cut, if you please
Mountain didn’t like asking for help.
He knew his pack would drop everything to help him, especially if it was because of the aches in his knees, and that was exactly why he didn’t ask.
The Earth ghoul didn’t want to distract his pack from the things they needed to do. He didn’t want to be a bother.
Though, when he had bad pain days—days where the aches in his knees turned to sharp stabs and the aches fell to his ankles and raised to his shoulders and back, it was incredibly hard to hide the grimaces that crossed his face with every movement.
Dew watched as Mountain sat down on his bean bag with an exhausted huff, his eyebrows pinched as he tried to get comfortable and ignore the way his nerves were on fire.
“Ice or heating pad?” Dewdrop asked, already standing up.
“Pardon?” Mountain looked over at Dew, his eyebrows furrowed.
“Do you need an ice pack or a heating pad?” Dew repeated his question, his eyes soft as he looked at Mountain.
“Neither.” Mountain responded, his pain receptors flaring at the mere thought of being iced, and his mind being riddled with anxious thoughts about using a heating pad.
“The heating pad gets too hot and burns me.” Mountain sighed, not wanting it to seem like he was denying the fact that he was in pain. He didn’t want Dew to think he was blatantly lying.
Dew nodded at his words and walked over, sitting next to Mountain on his beanbag and cuddling close.
“What are you doing?” Mountain asked, his pain clouding his mind. “Cuddling you.” Dew responded, looking up at Mountain with a smirk as he began heating up his body to a temperature he knew the Earth ghoul liked.
“Dew-“ Mountain sighed, but stopped himself when Dew just hugged him tighter. Mountain silently nuzzled his nose into Dew’s ashy blond hair and closed his eyes, his tail twining with Dew’s.
Dew began gently rubbing at the areas that he knew bothered Mountain the most. He was extremely gentle, knowing that the slightest amount of too much pressure would make Mountain hiss in pain and recoil from Dew’s touch.
Mountain began quietly purring, a big sigh leaving him when Dew began kneading at his shoulders.
“I love you, Droplet.” Mountain murmured.
“I love you too, skyscraper.” Dew smirked.
#ghost band#the band ghost#ghost the band#ravenssilver writes#nameless ghouls#dew ghoul#sodo ghoul#mountain ghoul#my lovely mountain#dewdrop ghoul#dew x mountain#my loves
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Mushy May Day 5 - Animals
based both on the mushy may prompts by @forlorn-crows and on an ask @kkaisarion sent me about mountaindew birdwatching (also on AO3)
kinda based in my mountaindew headcanon universe thingy that i havent written yet so just pretend like you understand the context for this hdbjhf
reblogs appreciated!!
Divider made by @ghuleh-recs
“Where are we going?” Dew asked, looking around at all of the trees, peering past their trunks just in case they might be hiding something spectacular.
Mountain smiled and shook his head. “You’ll see. It's not too far now. Don't worry.” Mountain squeezed Dew’s waist reassuringly. He had insisted that he didn’t need a walking stick or any other support for the walk but Mountain knew that he was still feeling weak. The water ghoul had been leaning against him since they left the abbey. He didn’t mind, of course, he was there for whatever Dew needed. The closeness was nice too, obviously, and he may have blushed a little when Dew slipped his arm around his middle and pulled him in close.
“Feels like we’ve been walking for hours.” Dew sighed.
“It's been about ten minutes, Dewberry.” Mountain chuckled. “I would offer to carry you the rest of the way but I’m carrying all of this.”
Dew looked up and eyed the bags Mountain was carrying. “Surely they can’t all be important.”
“I assure you they are.” The earth ghoul grunted as he readjusted his hold on them.
“More important than me?” Dewdrop batted his eyelashes coyly up at Mountain, whose face suddenly turned unreadable, almost sad.
“Nothing is more important than you.”
It was spoken almost like a confession. Dew would never admit to how red his cheeks went in that moment. He cleared his throat and reached up to touch the thing hanging around Mountain’s neck. “What’s that?”
“They’re binoculars. They let you see things far away.” Mountain explained. He hadn’t told Dew everything about the… trip that they were going on. Date? He wasn’t sure if he could call it a date, if he was allowed to at this point. He hadn’t exactly proposed it as a date but he and Dew had definitely grown close. There was something else there other than friendship. He just hoped he wasn’t the only one who felt it.
Dew hummed at the response and they continued their walk in relative silence. They didn’t need to speak, though, the woods filled the silence for them. The trees whispered secrets to one another, their orange leaves rustling in the faint breeze, the birds sang and chirped and cawed all around, and the distant sound of trickling water grew louder as they approached their destination. Mountain couldn’t deny he missed this, being out in his element. He loved looking after Dew and spending time in the abbey but the woods held a special place in his heart too.
Up ahead there was a long wooden hut of sorts, sat on a small hill overlooking a stream running through a clearing. Mountain helped Dew up the steps to it and shut the door behind them once they were inside. A wonderful wooden smell hit them both and Mountain breathed it in deep. Long, narrow windows lined the wall looking out at the stream, with a bench and a desk running along underneath. Dew eased himself down onto the bench while Mountain set the bags on the desk.
“This is a bird hide.” Mountain answered the question he knew Dew was about to ask. “It's a place where you can birdwatch without disturbing the birds. Sometimes the siblings and other earth ghouls come up here but they won’t on a day like this.” He gestured out at the fine drizzle that had started to fall. The fact that he had glared particularly hard at Ivy when he mentioned he might join them also contributed to knowledge that they wouldn’t be disturbed.
Dew nodded and looked around and Mountain started to unpack the bags. He had prepared a couple of flasks of tea for him and hot chocolate for Dew and some blankets to make sure the water ghoul didn’t get too cold. He had also brought a cushion so that Dew could sit comfortably on the bench, a bird guide, a notepad and pens to note down the birds they see, some snacks and another pair of binoculars for Dew to use. They were shiny and new, unlike his own pair which were battered and clearly well loved. Seeing as he wasn’t a part of the band, he would be staying while they went on tour and so he had gone around asking the ghouls and siblings that would be joining them if they needed anything looked after while they were gone. He had promised people that he’d look after their plants and dust their rooms and take care of any pets and even cover some weekly chores while they were away. But the extra work was worth it because he had managed to get enough cash to buy the new binoculars
He was starting to feel nervous about the whole idea, though. Dew hadn’t said anything so far as he explained and unpacked, he just looked around with that hard to read expression he always gets when he's thinking. What if Dew hated birdwatching? What if he thought this whole thing was stupid? What if Mountain had dragged him all the way here while he was still trying to heal for no reason? While he was cursing himself in his head Dew reached out and grabbed his hand, shutting off the negative thoughts immediately.
“This is obviously very important to you. Thank you for sharing it with me.” He said it softly but there was an insistence in his eyes that told Mountain the water ghoul truly meant what he said. Mountain smiled in response and sat on the bench next to him. Dew’s hands used to be so soft and smooth but he could already feel the rough calluses on his fingers from the bass lessons Mist had been giving him. He was so caught up mourning the fact that soon Dew would be going on tour that he almost didn’t hear him asking a question. “So what birds do you think we’ll see here?” His cool fingers slipped from Mountain’s hand as he rifled through the bird guide. He needed to focus on the present more and the time they still had to spend together.
“Probably some magpies and crows, some blackbirds, great tits,” Mountain took a slight pause to see if Dew would laugh at that, but the water ghoul showed no sign that he found it funny, which Mountain appreciated. “Chaffinches, wood pigeons, maybe a eurasian jay… there's a lot of birds out in that forest. You’ll probably hear more than you see.”
“What one’s your favourite?”
Mountain thought for a second before flipping through to a page near the end. A small, round bird with an orange breast and inquisitive eyes looked up at them from the book. “Robins.”
Dew hummed “They look cute.”
“They are. And they have one of the most beautiful songs in all the forest. You’ve probably heard them early in the morning and in the evening as the sun rises and sets.” Mountain told him. “We’ll probably only see one of them today, though. They’re very territorial and will fight to the death over their space sometimes.”
“We’ll have to keep our eyes peeled then.” Dew nodded and picked up his binoculars. Mountain shuffled closer to Dew so he could see out the window and did the same.
Half an hour had passed and they had only seen a few wood pigeons and some squirrels. No robin in sight. Mountain decided it was time to entice the birds in and stepped outside and spread around some seeds and nuts and apples and berries. That’s when the activity really started to pick up.
“OH! Look! There’s two more great tits over there! OH OH! And a blackbird!” Dew pointed excitedly. Mountain winced as the birds got spooked and took off.
“Dew-”
“OH and that's a… uh…” Dew grabbed the book and flicked through. “A dunnock!” The little brown and grey bird that had just emerged from the undergrowth disappeared back into the bushes at the sound.
“Dew, it's probably a good idea if you-”
“We still haven’t seen a robin, though-”
“Dew, can I kiss you?”
Mountain hadn’t meant to say that. Why did he say that? He must have gotten every single wire in his stupid brain crossed for that to come out of his mouth. Satanas he felt like he was gonna be sick. He had only wanted to ask Dew to be a bit quieter. Dew was just staring at him. He had his thinking expression again. Mountain knew he couldn’t be thinking anything good.
“Yes.”
Mountain almost didn’t register it for a moment.
“Actually, please.”
Before he could even move Dew’s lips were on his. ‘Soft’ was the only thought that ran through Mountain’s mind as they kissed. Everything from the feel of Dew’s cool lips to the way he kissed him was soft. It ended way too soon for Mountain’s liking. Dew’s lips falling from his like blossom petals in spring. He wanted to chase them, capture those lips again and feel that indescribable rush. Once the blood had stopped rushing and his pulse had stopped pounding in his ears, Mountain could hear birdsong. Dew settled into his side and they didn’t speak for a moment, just watching the birds. A robin flew down and perched on a branch near the hide. It stopped for a moment, its clever eyes assessing them both, before it flew down to the ground and grabbed a mealworm and flew away.
“I thought that was never going to happen.” Dew said after a while and Mountain knew he wasn’t talking about the robin.
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The Driftwood & The Rift; Part I.
Pairing: Mountain X Dew.
Summary:
Not everyone enjoys Yule. Least of all the ministry's favourite fire ghoul. Marred by his sordid past in the pit, Dew locks himself away to begin his yearly tradition, but with Swiss no longer there to control him, things get out of hand. And if he's going to be banished for his shameful behaviour, he might as well tell one of his oldest friends exactly where his feelings lie.
Warnings: Alcohol abuse, blood, injury, ghouls kissing.
A03
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Yule time at the ministry was always filled with joyous energy. It was a time for the clergy members, siblings and ghouls alike to come together and celebrate the winter solstice. Every square inch of the hallways and arches was meticulously decorated with holly wreaths, mistletoe and the sweetest-smelling pine trees harvested from the local mountains. The smell of fresh baking wafted throughout the kitchen quarters, and there was a distinct increase in sweet treats available after every meal time. Everyone practically oozed festiveness and excitement for the upcoming days of celebration.
Almost everyone.
There were a few who simply detested the season. Dew was among those who rejected the holidays and always had done. The ringing in of the season brought with it what Swiss called Dew’s ‘hibernation’, where in the fire-ghoul spent more time in his room than he did with the pack. In years gone by Swiss often opted to keep Dew company, playing card games with him on Solstice eve and eating some meals with him on the floor by his bedside. But since his mating with Cumulus, the multi-ghoul had a new focus. And while he still very much loved his platonic soulmate, he had many things to celebrate and enjoy about the season that he hadn’t had before.
When Mother’s Night arrived, Dew went about his usual Yule tradition. After his chores, he arrived back to the den to grab a Tupperware box of food from the platter Mountain was creating. He gave subtle nods to Swiss in the living area and meekly waved to others as he passed them by in the halls. Once he was locked securely in his bedroom, he lined his nest with soft blankets and began his yearly hibernation until January first, when he would emerge hungover and eager to move past the holiday season. There were only two reasons he had to leave; the Yule ritual and the First Footing, neither of which band ghouls were permitted to miss.
Dew did his best to ignore the din of the ghouls celebrating in the common area by drowning them out with music from his record player. At one point there was a chorus of singing as the ghouls indulged in vodka and mulled wine. The fire ghoul, already three glasses of rum into his ritual, turned his music higher. Eventually, there came the hammering of knocks on his door, drawing him out of his sanctuary and across the cold, stone floor.
“Yeah?” Dew barked as stretched to look through the peephole.
Swiss was standing on the other side, his face blushing with intoxication and a toothy grin pulling at his lips. He had one arm slung around Cumulus and the other pulling Rain against his side.
“‘Mon out Dewy!” He slurred, “I know you hate Yule, but we miss you, man!”
“You can’t force him out, love,” Cumulus whispered to her mate.
“Yes we can!” Rain interrupted. He began to hammer at the door again, both his fists pounding the wood, “Come out, come out, wherever you are!”
Dew growled as his hackles began to rise and his blood started to simmer. He listened as Cumulus attempted to quiet the other ghouls, pleading with them to take it easy on their friend and respect his decision. But they wouldn’t let up, and Dew hissed as Swiss and Rain leaned into bang their fists once again.
Before their knuckles could hit the wood, he yanked open the door and met them both, fists raised, with a guttural snarl. His clenched jaw and exposed teeth caused the two excitable ghouls to lower their ears, both emitting a meek whine.
“Dew! I’m so sorry. They insisted on coming to see you.” Cumulus apologised, taking a subtle step backwards to avoid the heat radiating from the fire ghoul.
“S’okay Lus. You weren’t to know. But these two?” he turned his attention to Swiss and Rain,” Are you fucking kidding me?”
“We jus’ wanna’ include you, Dewdrop!” Rain whined, his arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture.
“You know damn fine I don’t want ‘included.’”
“But Papa is here-” Swiss interjected.
“So? I’ve food and rum. I don’t need Papa.”
Dew narrowed his eyes and hissed at them scornfully. Cumulus jumped, clasping her hands to her chest. She whispered her apologies and hurriedly ran back to the common area, leaving her mate and Rain behind.
“If I want to come out, then I’ll come out. Just assume I’m happy in my loathing of this shitty season, yeah?” The fire ghoul continued before slamming the door in their faces.
He didn’t even glance through the peephole to watch them leave, despite how amusing it would have been to watch them shuffle back to the pack, tails tucked between their legs.
His anger and frustration at their audacity made his skin crawl. Swiss, of all ghouls, knew how much Yule turned Dew’s stomach. They’d been best friends for years, and during that time had always spent the majority of the season together in a drunken stupor. Yet, the moment he finds himself a mate and experiences a slight resemblance of domestic bliss, he’s suddenly ‘Mr.Good-Tidings’.
Dew let out a deep growl at the thought, his claws practically itching to pull something apart. The palms of his hands spraked and lit with burning fury, and yet he knew there was nowhere for it safely to go. He’d danced with his anger many times before, and his walls bore the scorch marks to prove it. But he was a grown ghoul now, and more in tune with keeping his emotions and impulses under check. Even while tipsy on cheap rum, he wasn’t ready to let the beast break free. Not quite yet and not in the solitude of his sanctuary.
Taking several deep breaths he marched to the bathroom and turned his shower to the coldest temperature on the dial. He then grabbed hold of his rum bottle, stripped down and sat directly under the chill of the water. With each piercing droplet, he felt the heat within him dissipate. Gone was the far-off din of the ghoul pack, and with it went his hatred for his fellow kin.
All that was left behind was the bitter taste of alcohol as it guided him ever closer to numbness.
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Dew awoke the next afternoon with a hangover resembling that of an earthquake breaking apart his skull. He groaned as he lifted himself from the floor of his room, cracking his limbs as he moved. While this was a normal part of his Yule ritual, Swiss was usually around to offer words of encouragement or at least solidarity in his suffering. But this year he was alone, and despite his internal temperature, cold.
From down the hall he heard the muted sounds of his ghoul kin preparing for the Winter Solstice feast. With the Sun Vigil long since finished at sunrise, Dew was in no doubt that the pack where giddy with excitement for that evening’s festivities, the thought bringing a bitter taste to his mouth. He would have to attend the ritual that night, or Sister would have his head.
Rubbing at his eyes, he staggered to the bathroom. The empty rum bottle lay sideways by the shower tray, water still pooled on the tiles and a damp towel was thrown across the sink. He bit back nausea as he brushed his fangs and pulled back his hair into a tight ponytail. But for what? Another day of drinking in solitude?
A persistent knocking drew him away from his haggard reflection.
“Dewdrop!?” Came the distinct voice of Phantom, usually ethereal but now shrill to the fire ghoul’s ears.
Dew pinched at the bridge of his nose and groaned. He reminded himself that this was Phantom’s first Yule, and the little bug didn’t know any better than to try and build bridges.
“Yes, Bug?” he called, his voice hoarse and alien in the silence of his room.
“I just wanted to check you’re okay.”
Despite his hardened shell, Dew felt his heart flutter. Satan below, he hated how weak it made him feel.
“I’m fine.” He bit back.
The knowledge that he was the resident ‘Grinch Ghoul’ wasn’t lost on Dew, and at times he even relished it. But for some reason, it wasn’t as fun when he didn’t have Swiss to wallow with him. Instead, he was left feeling like a bitter old man, angry at the world for daring to keep spinning. It was no one’s fault, least of all Phantoms.
With a sigh, he moved towards the door and opened it just enough to lock eyes on the younger ghoul. Phantom was bundled up in his usual oversized clothing, his fingers toying with the hem and his eyes wide like saucers. Their sparkle was lost, and that in itself turned Dew’s anger to nothing but embers.
“W-we’re having dinner soon. Do-do you want to join us?” the young ghoul stammered, his lips twitching upwards into a hap-hazard smile.
“I don’t do Yule dinner, Bug.”
“Oh...” Phantom looked downwards at his feet as he contemplated his next move.
“I’ll grab something later. Okay, kid? Don’t worry, I won’t starve in here.”
“Is there anything I can do to help you?”
Dew searched Phantom’s eyes only to discover genuine concern. Satan below, why did the little bug have to make this so damn difficult?
“Just leave me alone. That’s all there is to it,” he answered matter of factly before gently closing the door.
He didn’t even wait for a response, nor did he look back through the peephole. His only thought was on the bottle of whiskey waiting for him in his dresser and the solace he might find at the bottom of it.
Dew swore he heard Phantom whisper something akin to an apology, his voice shaking. He swore to himself that he’d apologise when the season was over, but this was his tradition and he wasn’t about to allow his softness for the newbie to change that.
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On the third day (or was it the fourth?) Dew found himself wrapped around the toilet, his stomach empty and twisting with nausea. Whiskey had never been his favourite drink. It always left him violently ill and often violent in nature. But there was no one to fight with but himself, and true to his fiery nature, that’s just what he’d done. Without Swiss to keep him in check, Dew had made quick work of breaking his bathroom mirror and cutting his knuckles in the process. He vaguely remembered wrapping his hand around a shredded shirt with full intentions of treating it when he ventured out for food. But he never got that far, and the rags were now soaked through with blood, the swollen flesh beneath them aching.
“Santanus,” Dew groaned as he sat upright.
With all the grace of a newborn deer, he struggled to his feet, wincing at the sensation of glass buried within the soles of his feet. Sighing, he hobbled to the safety of his nest and took in the chaos around him. His room was pulled apart, feathers from shorn pillows covering every surface and bloody footprints marring the stone floor.
“This is a tomorrow problem…” he whispered to no one in particular as he reached for his cellphone.
He unlocked the device and winced as the light hit his sensitive eyes. There were six messages and ten missed calls waiting for him. The first was from Swiss, reminding him that he was loved and missed by not only the multi-ghoul but also the rest of the pack. Then there was Cumulus, chiming in to tell him that she was praying for him and available if he needed to talk. The final four were, surprisingly, from Mountain.
Dew’s stomach twisted at the thought of food. It was just what he needed to cure his perpetual hangover and so he dragged himself to the door to retrieve his bounty. He pressed his ear to the wood, listening for any wayward ghouls patrolling the halls, and only when he was satisfied did he dare reach out for his tray of cold leftovers.
True to form, Mounty had left no stone unturned, going as far as to supply a bottle of still water, no doubt in fear for the fire-ghouls liver. He had piled the plate high with all matter of meats, vegetables and bread, completing the platter with a selection of different sauces.
The tray was no sooner uncovered than Dew was tucking into the mishmash of a meal. He hadn’t realised just how hungry he’d been until he’d started to eat, and his body was thankful for the nourishment. He even allowed his tail to wag with some resemblance of joy.
Dew carefully placed the empty tray outside his door and retreated into his sanctuary to open yet another bottle of alcohol. This time it was a bottle of red wine he’d snatched from the kitchens some weeks ago in preparation for his hibernation. But before he could even pop the cork, a shuffling could be heard from the hall. The sound of feet, but not the heavy footfalls of Mountain’s boots he had expected, rather the dull scuffing of dress shoes. Then, as expected, a knocking resounded throughout his small room.
Dew sat still, his hand hovering above the neck of the bottle, and waited for the visitor to move on. But they didn’t, instead, they dared to knock again.
“I would like to speak with you, Dew. Apri la porta, per favore.” Copia’s thick accented voice sounded from beyond the wood and the fire ghoul winced. Papa had never visited him during Yule. He had always promised to leave him alone under the agreement that he attend the Yule ritual.
“Shit.” Dew whispered to himself.
The ritual was held last night when he was knee-deep in a violent episode of shattered glass and defeathering pillows. He’d missed it and no doubt Sister had sent Copia here to project her fury.
“Give me a minute!” Dew called.
He hurried to tidy away the torn pillowcases and their contents into a hidden corner of his room, and grabbing a strip of fabric he attempted to wipe the dried blood from the stonework. But it was no use, and after several moments and more knocking, the fire ghoul gave up and prepared to accept his fate. With a deep breath, and his tail wrapped around his thigh, he pulled open the door to meet the gaze of Papa.
The clergyman’s eyes wandered up and down the ghoul, and then over his shoulder into the nest beyond. He pursed his lips before emitting a deep sigh.
“May I speak with you a moment?” If Copia was angry, his voice certainly didn’t give it away. Instead, it was laced with genuine concern.
Dew nodded, stepping aside to welcome him into his den. He whispered an apology for the mess, gesturing towards an empty armchair in the corner. Copia gingerly took a seat and waited for the fire ghoul to join him. But Dew nervously remained standing, the sudden realisation that he was dressed only in a pair of boxers, with his hair in a greasy bun and his body stinking of sweat and booze in the presence of Papa beginning to sink in. He had never allowed anyone, only Swiss, to see him like this. Least of all the clergyman.
“Ah – um – I wasn’t expecting anyone.” Dew stuttered, his voice shaking.
Why was he so anxious? He had a good relationship with Copia, and it’s not like Sister would go as far as to banish him for missing one Yule ritual. Right? Maybe it was the booze or the persistent hangover, but Dew felt like he was going to collapse.
“That’s quite alright. Won’t you sit for me, per pavore?” Copia’s voice was soft and calm, as if his senses weren’t being assaulted by the bitter scent of spirits oozing from the ghoul’s pores.
Nervously, Dew sat on the edge of his mattress. He reached for a discarded cushion and held it tight against his middle, his fingers fidgetting with the soft fabric.
“Do you know why I’m here, Dewdrop?”
Wordlessly, Dew shook his head, even though he was well aware of the reason for Papa’s visit.
“Last night was the Yule Ritual, and as you know all ghouls, specifically those currently involved in the Ghost project, are expected to attend. While I understand and respect your misgivings towards this time of the year diavolino, the church does not.” Copia sighed, clearly struggling with the task he’d been given, “I’m afraid that Sister has sent me here with a reprimand and a call for you to attend a hearing in her office on the first of January.”
Dew felt his blood run cold, a mighty feet for a fire ghoul. His claws extended into the pillow, clawing at the fabric while his mind raced to conclusions. Maybe she could banish him after all.
“Fuck.” He uttered, “Oh fuck.”
“Please try not to worry, Dew. This may only be a warning. Perhaps you’ll be given additional chores as punishment. And I will be there to fight your corner against anything else, si?”
But Dew couldn’t hear him, his thoughts already miles away back in the stinking depths of the pit. To the unwelcoming arms of his former pack. To starvation and endless hunger, both for nourishment and affection.
Sensing his distress, Copia made his way to sit beside the fire ghoul.
“Dew, diavolino, you must come back from your thoughts.” the clergyman placed a gloved hand on Dew’s forearm, giving it a gentle squeeze,”Non ti stressare.”
“What if she sends me back?”
“You? Non! You are too special. It is just a – how do you say it – slap on the butt?”
“You mean a slap on the wrist, right?”
“Si, that one.”
Dew pulled the cushion up to his chest and buried his face into it’s softness.
“I’ve fucked up, Papa. I swear I had every intention of going last night, but I just….lost track of time.”
“Excuse me for being so forward but,” Copia looked towards the mess of the room, his eyes lingering on the bloody footprints imprinted on the stone, before coming back to stare at the bloodied bandage on the ghoul’s knuckles,”It seems you have been spending a little too much time at the bottom of a bottle.”
“Is it that obvious?” Dew sighed, well aware that he wasn’t hiding anything.
“Truth be told, Phantom was quite concerned about you. This is his first experience with your Yule traditions, and understandably he was rather worried you’d hurt yourself.”
“How ironic.” Dew mummbled.
“Irony aside, I know that Swiss not being with you might make it easier to overindulge. But please be careful.”
Dew nodded, his face still buried in fabric.
“I need you to look at me diavolino, and promise that you will take it easy.”
Wordlessly, the fire ghoul brought his eyes up to meet Papa’s.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll take it easy.”
Copia raised an eyebrow, unconvinced by the ghoul’s promise. But he had no time to run in circles. Instead, he gave two sturdy pats to Dew’s back and stood, ready to take his leave.
“I expect to see you at the First Footing ritual. I do not care if you show up drunk, stoned or naked; Just be there, si?”
“Si, Papa.”
With that, Copia bid Dew goodbye and saw himself out. The man’s scent had barely left the room before Dew had polished off half the bottle of his red wine.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Swiss made another attempt to connect with Dew on the fourth day. He and Cumulus came knocking at the fire ghoul’s door, bearing gifts and the promise of good company. On both occasions they were told, with no sugar coating, to ‘fuck off’.
But the multi-ghoul was never one to take no for an answer, especially not from his best friend, and so late on the evening of the fifth day, Swiss returned once again with two bottles of premium whiskey he’d bought for a local distillery.
“Do you want a drinking partner?” Swiss shouted through the door.
“I’m fine all by myself, thanks!” Dew slurred, his body slumped against the wood on the other side, “ ‘sides, I’ll only bring you down.”
“But I have the good stuff! This shit’s nearly older than Papa, can you believe it? It’s got to be good!”
Dew contemplated his offering. If he let Swiss in he’d have to make conversation, and even though the multi-ghoul was a good friend, words weren’t flowing as easily. He took a quick look around his den, taking in the blood-stained flagstones and broken bottles, before deciding that it wasn’t fit for entertaining. And nor was he, bloodied, bruised and smelling like garbage.
Misery didn’t want company, not this time.
“No thanks. I’m all set for booze in here.” Dew sighed heavily.
“Dew, dude – “
“Please. Just fuck off.”
Swiss fell silent, and Dew knew he’d struck a nerve. He rarely got angry with Swiss, and if he did it was often quick, firey and forward. But this was different; this was a burning irritation that made his blood simmer. Never before had the multi-ghoul’s voice grated on his nerves until now. Maybe it was the five-day bender? Or maybe it was the fact that Swiss had abandoned him for his new fuck-buddy when Dew needed him most? Either way, the fire ghoul was so done with the conversation that he dragged himself up off the floor and into the furthest point of his den just to get away from its presence.
He vaguely heard Swiss curse him out, telling him to stick his cheap wine up his ass before he stormed off back to the common area. And for a moment Dew felt an inkling of regret. But it was shortlived as he thought about how abandoned he felt, and how nothing fucking mattered anyway. This all was temporary. The pack, his den, the Ghost project, his time topside; all of it. Even his companionship with the multi-ghoul couldn’t last forever.
Dew downed the remainder of his wine and tossed the bottle against the wall. It smashed, sending shards of glass throughout the room, a painful reminder of how he felt inside.
Time became lost after that, and the fire-ghoul found himself midway through another bottle and on his seventh repeat of ‘Louder Than Bombs.’ His phone remained switched off and beneath his pillow, cutting any contact from the world outside his door and leaving him isolated in his bubble of self-pity and intoxication. Dew was, for lack of a better word, spiralling and there was nothing he wanted anyone to do about it.
Except for maybe – perhaps – Mountain.
As the ghoul lay along his nest, cigarette in his mouth and the neck of the wine bottle grasped tightly in his fist, he thought about the gentle giant. He thought about all the times he’d left food outside Dew’s door, knocking gently but never pressing. He thought about how the earth ghoul knew just where Dew’s line was drawn and made damn sure to toe it ever so carefully. And he thought about the simple things, like how he’d slide a bag of home-grown marijuana beneath the door, and always remembered to include a pack of rolling papers and a few pre-rolls.
This wasn’t the first time Mountain had displayed such genuine kindness to the fire ghoul. In fact, just like Dew’s yearly ritual was to wallow in self-loathing, Mountain’s was to make sure he got enough to eat and kept himself topside. He’d displayed patience when no one else had both during Yule and various other points in Dew’s existence. And while, yes, the earthly creature was mellow and compassionate to all members of his pack, there was always a little more room left for Dew than for anyone else.
As he took another swing of his wine and drew the last few puffs from his cigarette, Dew brought himself to sit upright on his bed. The moon was beginning to rise and somewhere down the hall, he heard the laughter of his ghoul-kin. His gut twisted and, despite himself, he felt tears welling in his eyes at the realisation of just how alone he was.
With a sigh, he reached for his cell phone and waited for it to turn on. When the screen booted up he was immediately assaulted with an onslaught of text messages and missed calls from various pack members. But there was only one thread his intoxicated mind was hellbent on opening.
Dew felt a smile pinch at the corners of his lips. Mountain always had a way of knowing just what he needed.
He stumbled to his feet, careful to avoid the broken glass, and hurried to the door. There, sitting upon the usual tray, was a plate piled high with mac, cheese and jalapenos. Mountain had even included a generous bag of weed, wrapped up nicely with a red ribbon and a letter attached. Dew all but snatched the tray and retreated into the safety of his nest. He perched himself back on the bed, his legs crossed over each other, and began to devour his meal with reckless abandon. The weed, he decided, could wait. Right now his stomach craved carbs and that was just what Mountain had blessed him with.
It was only afterwards when he was basking in the ecstasy of a flavourful meal, that Dew allowed himself to relax back into the softness of his nest and unravel the earth ghoul’s additional offering. He gently tore the note from the ribbon and squitted at Mountain’s cursive handwriting.
“I’m here if you want to talk. Please take care of yourself”
Dew felt his face drop and a tightness developed in his lungs. He brought the paper to his chest, careful not to crumble it, and allowed a soft whimper to escape his lips. Satan below, he wanted nothing more than to run to him and ask to be held in his strong, work-worn arms. Mountain always gave the best hugs. They were warm and gentle and allowed Dew to take in his calming, earthly aroma.
They used to curl up on the bus together during their time with Terzo. After Dew’s transformation, when the majority of his wounds had healed, Mountain was the one to hold him tightly when he would wake screaming in the night. Sure, Swiss was his platonic soulmate, but Mountain? There were no words to describe what the earth ghoul was to him. He had been there from the beginning; through fire and blood.
But there was nothing in Dew’s booze-soaked vocabulary to say back, lest he pour his heart out. Even in his current state of mind, the fire ghoul couldn’t stand the shame of it. Instead, he bundled up the empty cutlery and left it back to its usual spot outside his door, before constructing the only text he felt appropriate to reply with. Something simple, without any indication that, yes, he would very much like to talk. Even though it would do him the world of good to have a shoulder to cry on, it was outside Dew’s current repertoire to let anyone else know that.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Mountain’s routine of cooking Dew’s favourite meals continued for the next two days before something changed. On December twenty-seventh, the earth ghoul knocked as normal but didn’t leave the tray. Instead, he waited until Dew stumbled and staggered to crack open the door, revealing only a glimpse of himself to the world outside his bedroom.
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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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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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Alright, since it’s no longer 2 in the morning and my head’s a bit clearer, I present to you:
Liminal Riddler
So, not everyone in the DC fandom knows about this, and I’d bet that even less people in the Phandom do, but at one point, the Riddler had cancer. Had, past-tense, because he cured it. With the Lazarus pits.
And yeah, not everyone who gets dipped in the pits has to be liminal, but one would assume that the sudden replacement of a large number of malignant cells throughout the body is gonna do something.
The Riddler already acts quite a lot like a DP ghost in some interpretations anyways. He’s got a strict gimmick that he genuinely can’t part ways with, he’s campy and fun, he’s incredibly violent, etc.
Also, the way that he would react to this whole thing would be funny as hell.
Do I think the Riddler would really care if the GiW was after him? No. This is Gotham, the government is constantly going after him anyways.
Do I think he would care if Danny was being hunted down by the same people, and his parents were involved? Somewhat. He probably wouldn’t care about Danny specifically, at least not right away, but a young boy running terrified from his own parents would definitely bring back some bad memories, and he would probably give him a hand (if for no other reason than to get back to plotting crimes instead of dealing with childhood trauma).
Do I think the Riddler, whose entire thing is being smarter than everyone else, would care if the GiW somehow let slip that they thought he didn’t have human intelligence? That they believed him to be nothing but an echo of human life?
It’s not even a question. He would be the most insufferable person in Gotham within the hour. Genuinely nothing could stop him, especially not if Danny was helping jailbreak him from Arkham every time he got caught.
Almost every major road is closed. Every warehouse on the Docks is on fire. Somehow, they managed to color the clouds and smog a bright green.
The natives of Gotham would probably get those anti-ghost laws and acts overturned faster than the Justice League, if only to make the Riddler stop. His traps and games aren’t even lethal at this point (due to Danny’s insistence), but they’re so genuinely annoying that the general population is about to beat the GiW agents to death themselves just to get the Riddler to quit it already.
Also, I think that during this whirl of chaos, the Riddler would become quite fond of Danny.
He’s a bright young boy who’s very fond of wordplay, and inventive enough to keep up with him. Aside from the inevitable crisis of “oh god I’m becoming the bat,” he’d probably be happy to take on Danny as his protégé. Even if the boy won’t let him kill anyone (rude), he’s a terrifying getaway driver and can turn the both of them invisible and intangible, making Arkham escapes a breeze.
Hell, the Riddler would probably be willing to make a false identity for the two of them, just so he could get the boy proper schooling.
(Yes, he thinks that the entire education system is a sham and that he could do much better, but Danny wants to go into aerospace engineering, and the Riddler isn’t one to squander someone’s interest in learning.)
(Also, Echo and Query would find the whole thing hilarious)
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc prompt#dc x dp prompt#liminal riddler#most annoying mf alive meets entire government agency who decides to insult him within 5 minutes of meeting him#he would rip the GiW to shreds in a week tops#also he didn’t even ask to use the Lazarus pits. very important detail#he found out he was dying and immediately broke into the LOA to dunk himself into the glowing Mountain Dew#the gamer ghost bath water if you will#sometimes a family is a pedantic asshole and his two lesbian henchmen taking care of a half-dead teenager who’s a fan of puns
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Gimme them gimme them dope and diamonds
Diet Mountain Dew, baby, New York city
Never was there ever a girl so pretty
Do you think we'll be in love forever?
Do you think we'll be in love...?
#i freaking love this song#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel charlie#charlie hazbin hotel#charlie x vaggie#charlie morningstar#hazbin charlie#chaggie#vaggie x charlie#rainbowmoth#fallenstar#hazbin hotel vaggie#hazbin vaggie#vaggatha#vaggie#diet mountain dew#art#fanart#artists on tumblr#digital art#hazbin human and demon au#dont know what to call it tbh but ill use that as a placeholder or maybe its final idk#I LOOOVE DEPICTING THEM BOTH AS SO IN LOVE WITH EACHOTHERRR UGHHH#MY HUMAN AU IS BACCKK ILL TRU GETTING TO THE ASKS I SWEAR!!#SPEAKING OF ASKS PLEASE DROP IN SOME!! I LOVE THEMM >:3#i took the uhhh family picture from the pilot for Charlie's design and changed it a bit#i might take off the bow tho or the fluff thing idfk#slight redesigns! Vaggie has ripped jeans ofc and charlie has overalls#ill jst make another post showing their full body designs.... later 😭#myyy babbieeeessssss 💜💜💜
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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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Am I making you go crazy?
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Are You Warm Enough?
Nameless Ghouls x Fem!Reader
Warnings: None! Just fluff.
Summary: You fall asleep in the library, waking up in a ghouls arms. You then end up in a ghoul pile.
A/N: This is quite short, I’m sorry! Hope you enjoy though!
Trying to keep my eyes open, I groan as I sit up in my chair, stretching my arms out. I’m so, so incredibly tired; but Sister Imperator is insisting that I get this task done before the end of the day. Looking around the library, I realise there’s no-one else here. Surely a little nap won’t hurt? I set an alarm on my phone for twenty minutes, and I rest my head on the desk, allowing my eyes to close.
~20 minutes later~
I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. Confused, my eyes flicker open. Suddenly I realise I’m being carried. Looking up, I see a familiar, friendly face.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” Aether smiles at me, still walking whilst carrying me.
“Aeth? I- What?” I mumble, still sleepy and confused.
“You’re gonna come back to the ghoul den, okay? You’ve been working too much, and we miss you.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“But- Sister Imperator-” I start, looking around in slight confusion.
“Don’t worry about her. We’ll take care of it.” He smiles at me again, entering the common room. Putting me back on my feet, Aether shouts out to the others, alerting them of my presence.
Before I can do anything about it, I feel a strong pair of arms lift me up again, carrying me to the couch. I look up, being met with a toothy grin.
“Hi there, baby girl.” Swiss grins, sitting on the sofa and positioning me so my head is on his lap. Still sleepy, I look around, not really knowing what’s going on. I feel Swiss start to scratch my head gently with his claws, making me relax a bit.
“Mhm, that’s nice…” I mumble sleepily, letting my eyes close again.
I feel my legs be lifted up, then put back down. Opening my eyes again, I glance over to see Aether, who’s gently massaging my calves. Before I know it, Dew jumps on top of me, promptly snuggling his head into my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist, immediately purring.
“Oh, hey Dewy.” I chuckle sleepily. He responds by giving me a little squeeze and nuzzling into my neck.
Mountain walks in, ruffling my hair, as he sits down by Swiss’ legs, leaning against him. I smile at him, just accepting what I now knew was happening. A ghoul cuddle pile.
I hear excited chattering, I look up to see Cirrus and Cumulus walk in. They both grin at me and Cumulus settles down next to Swiss, leaning against him, and Cirrus plants herself on top of her. Then comes Rain and Phantom; they sit either side of Mountain, snuggling into him. Rain holds his hand up, clutching mine and giving it a little squeeze. I feel Dew raise his head slightly.
“Are you warm enough?” He asks, sounding tired himself.
“Yeah, but guys-” I start talking but am immediately interrupted by Dew snuggling his face back into my neck.
“Then sleep.” He mumbles simply.
I chuckle, finally giving into my tiredness. There’s no place I’d rather be than surrounded by my ghouls.
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The Driftwood & The Rift; Part II.
Pairing: Mountain X Dew.
Summary:
Not everyone enjoys Yule. Least of all the ministry's favourite fire ghoul. Marred by his sordid past in the pit, Dew locks himself away to begin his yearly tradition, but with Swiss no longer there to control him, things get out of hand. And if he's going to be banished for his shameful behaviour, he might as well tell one of his oldest friends exactly where his feelings lie.
Warnings: Alcohol abuse, blood, injury, ghouls kissing.
A03 Part 1
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
The smell of smoke and flesh stung Dew’s nostrils as he watched the flame climbing high above the pyre. Around him, his ghoul-kin (her ghoul-kin) mourned and sobbed with pain so thick it coated the air like a blanket. But Dew couldn’t cry, he wouldn’t cry. Not in front of them .
He took their abuse in his stride, hissing and biting back when he could, but never quite landing a hit. He was much too small and they were all much too big. Yes, even the other kits his age. And as if his runt body wasn’t enough, he was now alone in the pit, without a mother or bloodline to call his own. Just an orphan within a pack of water ghouls, much too obsessed with themselves to give a shit about him.
If Dew stayed sleeping long enough or lost in his daydreaming, he could practically feel the bones breaking beneath his skin, or the scales being ripped from his tail. Dew was their plaything for centuries, an obedient punching bag that screamed and wailed with each hit. He was their pet, always available to starve, kick, and fuck. Oh, how they loved to watch him limping away, tail between his legs but heckles raised and teeth boar; like a wounded cat retreating from a fight.
But, despite all their atrocities, Yule brought time for celebration. Hypocritically speaking. They sat around their table and praised their Gods. They performed their silly rituals, begged Satan to bless their sacred waters and bring them good luck in the next century to come. And while they exchanged their love and thanks to each other, Dew was always left out. He remained on the fringes of this absurd holiday like a leper, looking through the window of a church, begging for acceptance.
His mother had never left him out. She’d always made sure to hold him and hug him, and tell him how much he meant to her. She protected him from the pack. She fought for him to survive tooth and nail, size be damned.
She was the only thing he thought about as he felt his body alight from the inside. Her gaze met his as his blood boiled, and his skin melted. Her voice soothed him as he wailed and pleaded for death, as his hair became singed and all water was purged from his body.
“You have a fire within you, my little sprite. You will ignite!”
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
Dew was pulled sharply into wakefulness with a shattering crack as his forehead made contact with the stone of his bedroom floor. He roared, the pain reverberating throughout his skull and igniting behind his eyelids. Gingerly, he pushed himself over onto his side. There was a warm sensation trickling down his forehead and the fire ghoul cringed at the realisation that he was possibly bleeding.
Shit.
“Dew? Dewdrop!”
The fire ghoul hissed in the direction of the disembodied voice as he struggled to sit upright against the box spring. His head pounded and throbbed, stars forming before half-lidded eyes. Somewhere in his mind, he searched for the words to shout back, but none came. Only a low whine escaped through his clenched teeth.
“I’m getting help!”
Dew wanted to protest. He wanted to scream at the alien voice, but he could barely open his mouth. All he could do was pull himself across the floor in a frantic panic, through bottles and feathers and glass, towards the bathroom. There, bruised and broken, Dew pulled himself into the shower stall. He rested his head back against the tiles as he struggled to catch his breath.
One. Two. Three.
He tried to get things under control but the pain bloomed and grew with every motion or thought, no doubt elevated by his hangover. Gingerly, he felt around his forehead for the source of the pain and felt the jagged edges of a broken horn, and the unmistakable wetness of blood above his left eyebrow.
“Hey! Dew!?” Swiss’ voice filled the emptiness of Dew’s quarters, accompanied by the hammering of knuckles on the bedroom door, “Dewdrop!”
The fire ghoul pulled himself further inwards.
“We’re coming in!”
There were mummers from the hallway, followed by the din of limbs hitting wood. Dew knew it wouldn’t take them long to break through, and with nowhere left to hide, he found himself backed into a corner. It felt vaguely like being hunted or hiding from his former pack members back in the pit, both feelings he never thought he’d experience again.
“Dew?!” Swiss voice called out, followed by the sound of splintering wood and the heaviness of footfall on stone.
“Satanus…”
“Dewdrop!? Where are you?”
“Are you alright?!
The chaos of noise hurt Dew’s ears. He couldn’t make out the other voices, only that of his best friend, but he was almost certain that Mountain must be amongst them. Who else would they employ to take down a wooden door but the oversized earth ghoul?
Dew heard them stumbling through his bedroom, the sound of glass crunching beneath their feet and bottles being shifted with their toes. They were searching for a sign of life and Dew knew it was only a matter of time before they followed the trail of blood to find him curled up in the corner of his shower caddy.
Like the pathetic runt I am.
It was Swiss who found him. He dropped to his knees and pulled the fire ghoul into his arms with such force and desperation that it made Dew’s head spin.
“ Fuck Dew.” The multi-ghoul cried as he inspected his friend’s battered face,” You’ve really done a number on yourself bud.”
“‘Snot that bad.” Dew managed through gritted teeth.
He wanted to pull away from the unexpected touch, but all strength was gone. He and his body were exhausted from days of drinking muddled with outbursts of emotional incompetence.
“Maybe we should call Aether.” Mountain’s calm and soothing voice suggested.
Dew opened his eyes to survey the scene above him but was blinded by the overhead light. He hissed and shied away, turning his face inwards to Swiss’ chest.
“Not Aether.” He begged meekly, hoping it was enough to deter them.
He felt a strong hand, Mountain he suspected, gently touching his face as he inspected his wounds for severity.
“This horn will need wrapping, but I can do that. And his eyebrow should only need some glue at most. It doesn’t seem deep enough for stitches, it’s just a bleeder is all.”
“I-I can give Aeth a call. Maybe he could drop some glue down to the den?” Rain’s timid voice chirped from somewhere in the doorway.
“Please - “Dew hissed, “ No Aether !”
He’d hate for the quintessence ghoul to see him like this. Aether knew him as the strong spitfire of the group. What would he think if he saw him curled in the arms of his brethren like a wounded kit?
Weakness. Runt.
“But Dew - “ Rain continued.
“No!”
Dew heard Rain whimper, followed by the soothing sound of Mountain’s voice comforting him.
“Leave this to us, Rainy.” the earth ghoul cooed, ”We’ve got him from here.”
“Are you guys sure?”
“Honestly, it’s better if there’s less of us here right now,” Swiss confirmed.
“Can I at least clean up a bit for you?”
“Don’t you fuckin’ touch my shit!” Dew snapped from his place in Swiss’ arms. He attempted to stand but was overcome with dizziness.
Instead, he cracked open his eyes in time to catch the hurt expression on the water ghoul’s face. His lips were pulled downwards into a frown and his eyes brimmed with unshed tears. Dew felt guilt coil in the pit of his stomach and he cursed himself for being so angry.
Why am I like this?
“He doesn’t mean it.” Mountain rose to his feet and pulled the water ghoul into a tight hug. “Why don’t you go and ask Cirrus to help you make us some hot tea?”
“O-okay.” Rain sniffed.
“And why not add some grub too? Something to help line Dew’s stomach.” Swiss added with a slight chuckle.
Mountain ushered Rain out of the bathroom, leaving Dew and Swiss beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. Swiss began to gently rake his fingers through Dew’s hair, his face contorted into an expression that could only be described as pity.
“You need to wash, Dewy.”
“ Hmph .”
“And you’re shivering.”
“ ‘m fine.”
“You’re a fire ghoul, Dewy. You shouldn’t shiver.”
“‘Parently I do…so…”
Swiss sighed and Dew knew he was testing his patience. On any other day, he would bask in this. There was nothing the fire ghoul loved more than causing mischief and playing mind games with his best friend. But even coming down from days of alcohol abuse, Dew knew there was no room for jokes here. No one liked a sad clown after all.
Without warning, Swiss began to pull Dew to his feet. Slow at first, and when the fire ghoul showed cooperation, the momentum continued.
“I’m going to set you up, okay? I just want to get a better look at your head and maybe clean some of this blood.”
Dew winced at the pressure building in his head but allowed the multi-ghoul to manoeuvre him to sit upright on the seat of the toilet. Above him, Swiss busied himself finding a clean cloth to dampen, moving bottles and glass cautiously with his boots. Somewhere beyond the bathroom door Mountain was whispering, but to who, Dew couldn’t make out.
Swiss dropped to his haunches to make a better assessment of the damage. His eyebrows knitted together as he gently patted at the blood caked on Dew’s skin. With only the distant sound of the earth ghoul for company, they fell into a comforting silence, their tails intertwined as an act of comfort.
“Sad to say buddy, but your right horn is fucked.” Swiss uttered, frowning.
Dew nodded his acceptance, focused more on remaining upright than the prospect of life without one of his horns.
“You can live without it, right? Makes you look more badass if you ask me.”
Swiss was trying to make light of the situation and it was painfully obvious. There were so many unspoken things between them, things that weren’t a problem this time last year, things that shouldn’t be a problem now. Dew was angry, he felt abandoned and pushed aside. And, yet, he understood that life moves on and people fall in love. Priorities change and he just hadn’t found his yet. Right?
Maybe Swiss felt it too? The heaviness, the guilt, the anger? Or maybe the current state of the fire ghoul, sorry and broken, was too much for him to bear?
Mountain appeared in the doorway with a blanket slung over his arm and a bottle of water. He exchanged a glance with Swiss, both nodding at some unspoken agreement. Dew’s eyes moved from one ghoul to the other, contemplating the situation. He couldn’t tell if it was the hangover, or the bump to the head, but everything hurt and his mouth tasted like copper.
“Cirrus and Rain brought us tea and something to eat.” Mountain said, his voice hushed and slow, “Can I carry you Dewdrop?”
The giant didn’t wait for a response. Instead, Swiss moved aside and gave him room to scoop the small ghoul into his arms. Dew couldn’t find it in him to protest, his head much too hazy and body much too weak to even attempt it. When they stepped back into his bedroom, the fire ghoul vaguely noticed that the floor had been cleared of all debris, and the stone had even been wiped clear of any blood or feathers.
“You touched my shit…” Dew hissed as Mountain sat him down on freshly changed sheets.
“Yeah, yeah. Here ,” Mountain thrust a bowl of porridge into the fire ghoul’s hands,” Eat this, sparky.”
Dew stared down at the oats and found himself smiling at the berries placed strategically into the shape of a heart. It was so endearing that he almost regretted ruining the careful display with his spoon, but his stomach growled in protest. Once again, he hadn’t realised just how hungry and exhausted he was.
Mountain knelt on his haunches to inspect Dew’s face. His hazel eyes searched the contours and ridges, lingering much too long on the brokenness of the fire ghoul’s left horn and the cut to his eyebrow.
“S’not that bad,” Dew muttered. He dared not look down, his eyes focused exclusively on the corner of his bedroom, rather than risk meeting the ghoul’s beneath him.
“Eat up, please.” Mountain insisted a little more firmly than before. His brows were knitted together in concern and he worried at his bottom lip.
But Dew didn’t dare eat until Mountain was up on his feet again and settling beside him on the solid mattress.
“You’re very lucky we weren’t more persistent with calling Aether, Spark. That horn will never come back in.”
“So Swiss says.” Dew focused on the porridge, “D-did you find the other part?”
Mountain directed Dew’s attention to the dresser. There sat the other piece of his horn, cleaned and sat almost mockingly on top of his box full of hair ties. A sadness pinched at his chest.
“It’s fine. You’ll hurt for a while and you might have a bruise, but you’ll be okay.” Mountain urged, sensing the fire ghoul’s discomfort.
Swiss quietly slinked into the room and took his place in the battered armchair. He nodded briefly to his pack mates before busying himself with tea and a bowl of stew.
They drank and ate their respective snacks in silence, broken only by the howling of the wind or the occasional noise from their pack mates. But even the quiet spoke a thousand words. Dew was painfully aware of the nervous glances shared by the other two ghouls, their ears drawn downwards in an outward display of concern.
“You guys don’t have to stay here.” Dew muttered, “I’m doin’ just fine.”
“Oh yeah. You’re doin’ real well , Dewy.” Swiss scoffed sharply.
Dew felt heat rising from his chest, peeking at the tip of his ears. His best friend’s tone was anything but friendly, and while the fire ghoul understood the root of Swiss’ unpleasantness, he couldn’t help but cower beneath his words.
“Sorry…” Dew whispered, his voice so small it was barely audible.
“Don’t ‘ sorry ’ us, Dewdrop.” Swiss had stopped eating, his face instead pulled into an expression of anger, something seldom seen on the multi-ghoul,” God’s below, I leave you alone for one Yule season and you damn near kill yourself!”
“Swiss -” Mountain warned as he gently squeezed an arm around Dew’s shoulders.
“We get that the holidays are a bad time for you. Mount and I more than anyone understand that.” Swiss continued, his voice breaking and tears sparkling in his eyes. Dew watched as the ghoul’s lips quivered, his stomach turning over in knots with each twitch,” But we can’t watch this anymore. You’re losing it, Dewy, and it’s killing us!”
“Swiss! That’s enough!” Mountain barked pulling Dew close to him,” This is a conversation for another time.”
Instead of arguing, something which Dew very much expected, Swiss took several deep breaths as tears worked their way down his flushed cheeks. Dew could count on one hand the number of times he had witnessed his best friend openly weep, and to think that he was the cause of one such occasion caused his already broken heart to shatter further.
His chest ached. He felt his throat burning and the warming of tears behind his eyes. Then he was weeping too, his face buried into Mountain’s chest as the earth ghoul held him tight against his broad body.
“We love you, man.” Swiss managed through shaky breaths.
Mountain carded his fingers through Dew’s greasy hair, his cheek laid gently against the top of the fire-ghoul’s head.
“It’s true. We all love you, Sparky. All we want to do is help you.”
Dew found himself gripping the fabric of Mountain’s shirt as he brought his full body up onto the earth-ghoul’s lap. He felt like he was drowning in tears and, yet, all he could do was cry. No words came to mind, nor his mouth; just days and weeks of silent memories all wrapped up in heaving sobs.
For a while all that could be heard was the crying of ghouls within Dew’s room, accompanied by the din of the storm outside and the occasional coo of comfort from Mountain. Eventually, Dew uncoiled himself from the giant’s arms, his head blooming with pain and body aching.
Mountain brought his forehead down to meet Dew’s in a comforting bunt, mindful of the wounds. The fire ghoul allowed himself to look into the giant’s hazel eyes, noting the slight puffiness surrounding them.
“Would you like me to stay with you tonight?”
Without hesitation, Dew nodded. He wanted nothing more than to be tucked into the embrace of the gentle earth ghoul. Just like they’d done many times before Copia was Papa, in the front of Terzo’s tour bus. They were some of the most comforting memories he had and he longed to relive them in his time of need.
Dew moved back to the head of his bed and pulled up the duvet. As he slid beneath them, he noted the floral scent of detergent and the softness of the sheets; certainly not his but thankful to whomever they belonged to. The fire ghoul curled up beneath the covers, a purr beginning to settle in his chest as he felt Mountain climb in behind him.
Somewhere in the room Dew could hear Swiss clearing up the dishes. He listened as Cumulus’ soft voice came from the hallway, clearly here to take the cutlery back to the kitchen. But, instead of leaving with his mate, Swiss came to sit beside them on the edge of the mattress.
“Would it be okay if I joined you guys tonight?” He asked almost timidly, as if he were interrupting something he shouldn’t be.
“Please,” Dew answered, shuffling back into Mountain to leave room for his best friend.
Swiss smiled, something Dew had laid eyes on for days and he felt his chest bloom with genuine warmth.
“Thanks, Dewy.” he climbed in, positioning himself in front of Dew where he was better able to bring their foreheads together.
“I promise we won’t leave you again, Sparky.” Mountain purred into Dew’s shoulder, “We’ll always be here for you no matter what.”
With a full belly, a clearer head and within the arms of his ghoul-kin, Dew allowed the tendrils of sleep to pull him ever closer to a dreamless slumber.
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To say Dew’s head felt like thunder was an understatement. Although he awoke between the hollow of both Mountain and Swiss, the fire ghoul felt an incredible weight. His heart was full of love, made possible only by the love of the two creatures who had insisted on sharing his bed, but his stomach was lined with shame and loathing.
He really had done it this time, hadn’t he?
Not only was he to face the wrath of Sister on the first of the new year, but he had pushed away the only pack that had ever treasured and accepted him. Even Papa, a man who tried so hard to play nice, had shown his disappointment.
With a heavy sigh, Dew attempted to untangle himself from the limbs of his bedfellows. Swiss stirred, grumbling under his breath about nothing in particular, while Mountain protested with a low, guttural growl.
“Stay, Sparky. There’s plenty of time ahead of us.” The earth ghoul purred, his voice steeped in slumber.
Dew was going to ignore him and continue his crusade to crawl into the shower to wash away his shame, but Mountain gently wrapped a hand around his wrist, pulling him back towards the space between he and Swiss.
“Please, little spark. Come back to bed.”
Who was Dew to deny the giant further? After all, there was no telling how much longer he had with them on the surface after his meeting with Imperator.
With only residual reluctance, he settled back beneath the comforter, cuddling into the space against Mountain’s chest. The earth ghoul curled his arms around Dew’s small body and rested his head into the hollow of his shoulder.
“So warm.” Mountain whispered, his breath tickling the fire ghoul’s neck,”’ missed cuddling you like this, Sparky.”
Dew didn’t answer, he just allowed himself to purr softly. His shame couldn’t outplay the joy he felt at being held again, especially in the large arms of his favourite earth spirit. And to have his best friend lay on his other side, forehead to forehead? It felt like a dream if it weren’t for the persistent ache behind his eyes reminding him of his week-long binge.
It wasn’t long before they fell back into a deep slumber, intertwined within each other’s bodies. Cumulus was the one to rouse them several hours later with the gesture of coffee and multiple rounds of toasted nut loaf.
“It’s a pity to break up such a precious scene.” She smiled as she offered a steaming mug to her mate, “But it’s almost ten thirty and I know how Mountain hates to sleep in so late.”
“Thank you, Lus.” The earth ghoul said, reaching for his and Dew’s respective mugs.
Cumulus had been meticulous in her preparation of their morning beverages, going so far as to ensure it was prepared in Dew’s favourite mug; black with a little cartoon devil and the slogan ‘ Sometimes I even Scare Myself ’. The fire-ghoul wrapped his hands around the porcelain and felt a smile tug at the edges of his lips for the first time in what felt like months.
“Thanks.” He uttered, his eyes meeting the air ghoul’s baby blues only briefly. He found himself scared to linger for fear of what he might find; Would it be worry or pity?
Cumulus settled herself next to Swiss, now sitting at the foot of the bed practically inhaling his breakfast. She took the time to offer some of the loaf to Dew, only to be met with a curt shake of the fire ghoul’s head. Before she could insist, however, Mountain stepped in. He took four slices, two for himself and two for Dew, and balanced them on his knee, well within the fire ghoul’s reach.
“I slaved over this nut loaf for a day and a half just to get the right amount of cinnamon and raisins.” Mountain warned, “I’ll be deeply offended if you don’t eat it!”
“Better chow down or suffer the wrath of our resident kitchen witch!” Swiss joked, waving a finger in Dew’s direction.
Dew forced a chuckle and decided that it was easier to give in and eat than to fight back against his ghoul-kin. Especially those who played such a crucial role within his inner circle. He began to break the toasted bread into small pieces, ignoring how Cumulus protested the crumbs littering the sheets and began to eat. And eat. And eat. Until there was nothing left and yet his stomach begged for more.
He was onto his fourth slice before Mountain stopped him.
“Maybe that’s enough Dew. You’ve not eaten a lot of over the last few days and we don’t want to be dealing with a stomach ache.”
“No, not with the ritual tonight,” Cumulus added.
Dew’s heart fell. He’d forgotten about the ritual. He felt the familiar prick of anxiety blooming across his scalp and down his spine. There was no way he could face the full force of his pack, let alone hundreds of sisters and brothers of sin. Even masked, he knew it would feel like all eyes were on him for missing the Yule celebration. Especially the beady, wretched stare of Sister.
His empty mug safely set to the side, Dew was free to bury his head in his hands as he struggled to catch his breath.
“ Fuck. I forgot about the ritual.” He groaned into his palms.
Dew felt Mountain stretch an arm around his shoulders, and the touch of one of his other ghoul-kin upon his ankle. From the tepid, dainty fingers, he knew it was Cumulus.
“It’ll be alright, sweety. I’m sure it’s just like any other ritual.” The air ghoul cooed softly.
“No, it won’t! I missed the last one and everyone’s going to stare because they know I’m fucked -”
“Don’t be silly. No one will even know.”
“That bitch is going to banish me to the pit tomorrow and she’s probably told everyone!” Dew cried. He carded his hands through his hair roughly, brittle strands breaking away between his fingers.
Cumulus looked from the fire ghoul to his comrades, her ears pinned against her head and features etched with concern.
“Let us handle this, Lus.” Swiss whispered, kissing her gently on the cheek, “Why don’t you go hang out with the others, yeah? We’ve got this.”
Wordlessly, Cumulus patted Dew’s knee before gathering the dishes and leaving the room. All the while, Dew attempted to catch his breath while Mountain hugged him closely against his side.
“What’s happened, Dewy?” Swiss asked.
Dew curled inwards against the earth ghoul, his arms tucked tightly against his chest and fangs biting into his closed fist. Swiss reached forward and gently pulled the marred hand from the fire ghoul’s mouth.
“What do you mean that Sister is going to banish you tomorrow? Is this about your chat with Papa?”
“Y-yes.” Dew choked, “I-I missed the Yule ritual.”
A look of realisation flashed across Swiss’ face, and somewhere above Dew, Mountain let out a soft but audible gasp.
“Oh.” Was all the multi-ghoul could say, his mouth rounded into the shape of the syllable and remaining so for some time as he chose his next words.
“She won’t banish you, Sparky,” Mountain interjected. He soothed the fire-ghoul with a broad hand stroking up and down his back, “You’re much too special to send down below.”
“Yeah, Dew! He’s right! Why would they put you through your transition only to banish you for one slip-up?” Swiss agreed enthusiastically.
“Papa made it clear that all ghouls, especially those involved in the current Ghost project, are expected to attend key rituals throughout the year. You can’t just miss one and get away with it.” Dew whined in protest. He didn’t want to be coddled over this, nor did he want excuses or his hopes to be renewed. This was a monster of his own making.
“I’m sure it won’t be without consequence, Dew. But banishment? That’s a bit far, don’t you think?” Mountain cooed, placing a soft kiss on the top of the fire ghoul’s head, “Why don’t I go with you tomorrow? I’d be more than happy to fight your corner.”
Dew felt like a kit again hiding behind his mother’s legs as their pack alpha raged about his behaviour. It was a helpless feeling steeped in thick, shameful undertones. The last thing he wanted was to be transported back to a place where he needed saving, and for his foolish actions no less.
“It’s my fault,” He sniffed,” and I need to accept the punishment no matter what it is. I can’t always have you guys or, Satan-forbid, Papa coming to my aid.”
“I insist, my little spark.” the earth-ghoul pulled Dew close enough to bunt their foreheads together “We’re a pack, and we face things as one. And I’d very much like to be the voice of this little family if you’ll allow it.”
Dew briefly glanced at Swiss who nodded his approval.
“But Papa will be there too.”
“The more the merrier.”
Dew briefly glanced at Swiss who nodded his approval.
“A-alright.”
“Mountain and Papa will do right by you, Dewy. You’ve got nothing to worry about except for maybe a few extra chores. That’s it.” Swiss said, reaching forward to rub circles into Dew’s shoulder, “We’ve got you, man.”
If he were entirely honest with himself, the fire ghoul felt relieved. He knew that Mountain would bring a calming presence and that Papa would do anything to protect his ghouls, Dew included. For the first time since Yule began, hope was breaking through the dark canopy he’d become buried beneath.
“I-I don’t know how I can repay you guys for this. I’ve been nothing but an asshole the last few days.” Dew sniffed as he uncoiled himself from Moutain’s grasp to sit back against his headboard.
“You can get yourself cleaned up for a start,” Swiss laughed,” And then join us for a cuddle pile before the ritual tonight. I’m pretty sure Cirrus and Sunshine had a movie planned for us before dinner tonight.”
“And you haven’t even experienced the fire this year. It’s always your favourite.” Mountain added.
Dew thought about the pleasure of hot coals in his hands and the smell of charred wood lingering in the air. The image of his ghoul-kin spread across their living room, each wrapped in their blankets and various fabrics brought a smile to the edges of his lips. Satan, how he had missed them over the last few days.
“Will there be hot chocolate?” De asked.
Swiss and Mountain shared a chuckle.
“Are you kidding, dude? There’s always hot chocolate.”
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
The pack welcomed Dew into their fold with open arms. He fell into each of them, accepting their touch as if no time had passed. It was as if he hadn’t spent the better part of a week screaming profanities through a door and isolating himself from their love. As Dew moved from ghoul to ghoul, each one bunting their forehead with his and emitting soft purrs, he couldn’t help but think about how, exactly , he had come to deserve such a wonderful group of friends.
No. Family.
They insisted on making Dew a plate of leftovers and even allowed him to pick their first movie of the afternoon. It wasn’t until Dew laid eyes on the nest that Phantom and Rain had carefully curated for him that he found himself fighting back tears.
The ghouls took it in turns to curl up next to Dew. Phantom was first, falling asleep five minutes into ‘ Die Hard ’, his head on Dew’s chest. He was followed by Rain who took over mid-way through, also succumbing to the whispers of sleep. All the while, Cumulus sat behind the fire ghoul as she brushed and braided his hair, readying him for the ritual tonight. It was only when they began their second movie, a musical chosen by Sunshine, that Mountain took to the floor and pulled Dew in between his legs. The smaller ghoul purred as the giant held him tightly, their fingers intertwining. It was finally Dew’s turn to fall asleep, his body curled against Moutains and a piece of smouldering coal in his mouth.
It felt like mere minutes had passed when the fire ghoul was being gently awoken by Mountain carrying him to his bedroom.
“I’m afraid it’s time to get ready for the ritual.” The giant cooed softly so as not to startle the stirring ghoul too much.
Dew buried his head in Mountain’s shirt, taking in his scent and treasuring it. His meeting with Imperator was front and center in his mind, anxiety crawling through his body and settling deep within his stomach. The giant’s scent may be all he has left after tomorrow’s meeting, and he wanted to file it safely away within his memories.
Mountain placed him gently on the floor and instructed him to start getting into his uniform. The earth ghoul had already laid the garments out on the bed next to his own, and they both began to ready themselves for the evening ahead. They helped each other with complicated buckles, and unruly buttons and Mountain even worked to secure Dew’s braids beneath his helmet.
“It feels like no time has passed since we were getting ready to stand before thousands of on stage next to Copia,” Dew remarked as Mountain adjusted the skull-shaped woggle of his neckerchief.
“That’s because it hasn’t.” The earth ghoul chuckled.
“What - what if I never get to do it again?”
“Dew -” Mountain placed his hands on Dew’s shoulders, his eyes boring into the fire ghoul’s through the glass of his googles, “You will. Papa will make sure of it. Please try to set that aside for tonight and let’s go enjoy the first footing, yeah?”
With a slight nod and a soft response, Dew allowed Mountain to guide him to the living area where the rest of the pack was waiting on them. The giant’s hand never left Dew’s shoulder, the warmth and slight squeeze of his fingers creating a comforting aura. But no amount of comfort could shift the catastrophising from building in the fire ghoul’s mind.
This could be the last time they all sit together in mass. Or the last night he has to spend with his pack. What if this were the last chance he had to see the other ghoul-kin he had come to know and love from around the ministry? Dew swallowed thick, acidic bile as his stomach flipped and churned.
It was Phantom running into the room, neckerchief barely intact and mask in his hand, that broke the fire ghoul from his spiral. He watched on as Swiss got to work on straightening their younger member out.
“Are we all ready to go?” The multi ghoul asked as he tightened the straps on Phantom’s waistcoat.
With resounding agreement and a ‘ let’s go ghouls ’ from Cirrus, the pack made their way to the ministry chapel. All the while, Mountain’s hand never left Dew’s shoulder. And as they slid into their designated pew, it instead came to rest around his own, the calloused thumb softly caressing the fire ghoul’s knuckles.
The chapel slowly filled around them, siblings, ghoul-kin and clergy all piling in to take their seats. There was a steady haze of chattering, some stopping to talk to the pack and exchange well wishes for the year to come. Swiss stretched himself over the pews to shake hands with Aether, Omega and Alpha, while Mountain nodded towards his greenhouse group situated at the back of the hall. All the while Dew sunk closer to the giant’s side, his grip on the earth ghoul’s hand growing steadily tighter.
The din of the organ created a silence across the hall signalling the beginning of mass. Papa, adorned in his robes and swinging the incense-filled thurble, made his way up the center of the pews, followed closely by Papa Primo, Secundo and Terzo, each wearing their own vestments.
Dew watched on as the clergyman passed off his instruments to one of the siblings and took his rightful place at the pulpit. It was there that Copia took a second to glance across the hall, his hands outstretched and face stoic. Only when his eyes landed on Dew and his fellow pack did a soft smile pinch at the corners of his lips.
“Good evening siblings, ghouls and esteemed members of the clergy. Welcome to our annual first-footing mass.” the clergyman announced in his heavy Italian accent, “I am most happy to see you all here tonight, ready to step together into the new year. I promise I will not keep you long as I am sure many of you wish to party and the like. But I would like to take some time this evening to talk about reflection during the yule season, si ?”
Dew’s ears perked up beneath the mask as Papa’s eyes, once again, met his among the crowd. Beside him, Mountain renewed his grip on the fire ghoul’s hand.
“Yule can be a time for joy and celebration. We come together as one to show our love and devotion, not only to each other but to our dark lord. But, i miei fratelli e sorelle , it is also important to remember that there are those of us that find Yule to be very difficult. Grief, loneliness, illness; there are so many reasons why one may struggle. And what happens when we are in pain, mio amicos ? We become angry and sad, and we might even push away the ones who treasure us the most.”
Papa’s words cut through Dew’s chest like a knife. He knew that the sermon was meant for everyone, but the ghoul couldn’t help but feel that it was written with him in mind. And then there was the way the clergyman’s eyes kept lingering on he and his pack, a subtle smile dimpling his cheeks. With every word, Dew found himself having to fight back tears, not wanting to be found crying in a room full of his kin.
“While we may feel lost in the darkness,” Copia continued, “We must remember the light around us. It comes in many forms, mio amicos . It can be found in our friends and family, in the small joy of a warm fire or cup of cocoa, in the animals we keep as pets and even the smell of freshly baked cookies, something I very much enjoy.” Papa chuckled, patting his stomach. A soft laugh resounded through the church, “No matter how bleak things feel, we must reflect on and remember those who have helped us survive such darkness. We must remember those that are no longer with us, and honor them by moving forward, forever holding them close within our memories. The first footing, while largely about new beginnings, is also about remembering the path we have taken to get here. As we close our sermon for this evening and go our separate ways, I want you all as siblings and ghouls alike to reflect on yourselves. Look how far you have all come. Look at the challenges you have faced and conquered. The light is awaiting us in this new unfolding year and it is up to us to move boldly towards it.”
Copia stood forward in front of the pulpit and raised his arms to the side. He welcomed members of the congregation to begin their countdown to the new year. Behind him, the ornate Monstrance clock, its dark wood ordained in a mixture of gold and silvers, ticked down to midnight.
Mountain pulled Dew up to stand alongside the rest of the attendees. The giant slung his arm around the fire ghoul’s shoulder as he joined in with the countdown. Cumulus curled into Swiss’ side, Rain pulled Phantom close to him and Sunshine and Cirrus held their hands high to the sky. Celebration erupted around them all as the clock struck midnight and, in a whirlwind, Mountain pulled Dew into a tight hug.
“Happy new year, little spark.” He whispered from beneath his mask.
Dew, caught in a flurry of emotion, didn’t respond. He didn’t so much as return the hug. This was it, a new year and a new chance. If he survived his meeting with the sister tomorrow, he swore, there in the unholy place of his dark lord, that things were going to change. This was the last year he spent wallowing in his self-pity when he should have been in the loving embrace of his pack.
Dew felt another one of his pack curl themselves around his back, and then another to his side, and soon the entire pew was wrapped around the pair. They purred into each other’s bodies, a melody of their love and devotion to not only the fire ghoul but each other.
They didn’t stay like that for long, too much excitement for the night ahead, but as the other ghouls slowly untethered themselves, Dew felt a helmet bunt against his.
“We love you Dew, never forget that,” Swiss whispered, before patting him strongly on the back and retreating to join the remainder of their kin.
Mountain, of course, was the last to let go. He brought his firm, weather-worn hands up to cup either side of Dew’s mask.
“You’ve always got us to turn to. As long as we’re top-side, we’ll be here for you.”
“You guys are too good to me.” Dew choked out, his voice marred by the tears caught in his throat.
From behind them, Swiss cleared his throat as he readied himself to rally the troops.
“Alright, guys!” The multi-ghoul bellowed, determined to get his evening started,” I think it’s time to celebrate! Who’s joining me for the party in B wing?”
Dew didn’t hear through a chorus of replies, but he was willing to bet Rain was front and centre, followed closely by Cirrus and Sunshine, both notorious for a celebration. Cumulus, however, would only attend to keep Swiss under control, while Phantom would opt out, choosing to be somewhere quieter.
All the while Dew, who would normally be jumping at the chance to crash a party, was more than happy to share an evening with Mountain. No matter the activities, they’d be happy together.
The pack began to mix in with the crowd, chattering to other kin and siblings as they went, each wishing the other a happy new year and discussing their plans for the evening. Mountain and Dew lingered behind, taking their time instead of pushing their way to the chapel doors. Around them, the space gradually cleared until the hall was left with only a few stray siblings and clergy-folk. It was then, as they moved slowly towards the ornate double doors that they were met by Copia and Phantom. The little quint gently patted Dew’s shoulder and nodded his head in a silent act of acknowledgement. But Copia all but engulfed him in his arms, bringing his painted forehead to softly bunt between the horns of Dew’s helmet. It was a habit he’d picked up from years of watching the ghouls interact and the pack always appreciated the familiar gesture.
“Dew, diavolino ,” Copia took Dew’s hands within his own, one on top of the other, “I am very glad to see you here tonight. I was becoming worried that you would not make it.”
“I-I couldn’t possibly miss it.” He tried to laugh it off, tried not to show the wretched feeling of anxiety and shame coiling inside him.
“And how have you been?”
Dew contemplated his answer. He couldn’t fool the man, that much was apparent, but there were some aspects of the last few days that he’d rather not share with the Papa. Not here in the crowded ritual hall, nor the privacy of a confessional.
“I’m much better now, and just want to get tomorrow’s meeting over with.”
Moutainatin squeezed Dew’s shoulder, a small, silent gesture of support.
“Ah, si. Domani .” Copia sighed, “Worry not, diavolino . I will be there to fight in your corner. Sister and I have already had quite the discussion, and while she is as wicked as always on the subject of rules and regulations, she is willing to hear your side.”
“And I will be there too if it’s not too much to ask Papa,” Mountain added.
“Of course, amico . You are more than welcome.”
“ Grazie. ”
They discussed further details, such as the time of the hearing and what to wear, before Papa bid Dew and the earth ghoul goodnight. Around them, the crowd had already begun to dissipate, including their fellow pack members. After saying their goodbyes to other siblings and ghoul kin, both Mountain and Dew began to make their way back to the den.
The moon was high, covered slightly by clouds and flutters of snow as it fell softly to the ground. Their walk was steeped largely in a comfortable silence. A silence only found in two old friends who had long since passed their awkwardness. The only sound was the scuff of their shoes against the flagstones and the distance chatter of siblings and ghouls heading off to celebrate.
“Sounds like they’re off to have some fun.” Dew chuckled, referring to the squeals of delight emitted by a pack of siblings off to do Satan-knows-what in their dorms.
“It does.” Mountain answered,” Perhaps we should have some fun too? It might help you relax before tomorrow?”
Beneath his helmet, Dew raised an eyebrow at the earth-ghoul’s suggestion.
“What had you in mind?”
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heart-shaped sunglasses.
pairing(s); matthew lillard!william afton x reader
fandom; five nights at freddy’s [movie]
w/c; 592
trigger/content warnings; slightly unholy thoughts from william about you in your uniform, fem!reader, (reader wears lipstick, has boobs, is called 'girl' by william and has medium-length hair), heavy lana del rey influences (diet mountain dew), mentioned that reader smokes cigarettes, age gap (william is late 40s, reader is mid 20s), no explicit romance but it's heavily implied there's mutual pining, written from william's pov, reader knows his real name, not proof-read, NO use of y/n, lmk if i missed anything.
stella speaks! at this point someone reblogs/tags me in a shitpost about this man, i add tags while my brain is inconsolably horny, and then all of a sudden i'm writing a new draft. and yes, ik lana wasn't really a thing in 1990s, but for now let's pretend he's still a silver fox in the 2020s.
tags; @truecobblepot bc ofc🫶🏽🫶🏽
inspired by this post and the shenanigans that ensued.
“I just wanted to know how much I appreciate you staying late these past couple weeks.”
William’s voice is smooth, he’s demeanor calm, the slight tilt of his head and the casual clasp of his hands in front of him giving no hint to the turmoil in his brain.
You’re his employee. His best employee, no less. He can’t afford to lose you, to drive you away. So he’ll make sure you’re not looking him in the eye when his roam your body.
The words that come from your mouth are sincere. He knows this. He doesn’t much care in this moment however. That red vest is pulled across your breasts, and the top button of your shirt is undone, your tie looser now that the building is empty.
It’s his fault, how tight your uniform is on you. He has your size on file, but he always orders a size down, just for him. He doesn’t pay mind to the way teenage pizza boys and older brothers here with siblings watch you, because he knows he’s miles better than they are.
His eyes linger in the plastic heart-shaped sunglasses hanging from your collar, and he nods towards them. “And those? I do hope you haven’t been wearing those all day.”
It’s a gentle correction. No matter how much William favors you, he still must keep his image up. You shake your head. “No, I just got them out of my locker when I closed up with Robyn.”
“Where did you get them?” He asks, leaning forward. The movement is subtle, but he knows you catch it.
“It was a gag gift from some party,” you answer, taking them off your vest and sliding them on. William's breath barely catches in his throat. The frames are the same shade as the blood red lipstick you love wearing.
It’s your signature. It’s how he knows you’ve been in the break room, paper coffee and water cups stamped with your lips in the trash, lipstick printed cigarette buts in the back alleyway that he’s convinced himself are prettier than anyone else’s.
William's brain is rapid firing all kinds of signals, ranging from you're nearly 20 years younger than him, to why have I never felt this was about my ex-wife?
Everything about you seems to catered to William's preferences. You hold eye contact with him and customers, you're great with kids (including his!), and you actually appreciate the care he takes of his animatronics.
He chuckles as you look around his dim office with your heart-shaped sunglasses. "Well, now, look at you. Never was there ever a girl so pretty."
You giggle, tugging on a strand of hair and sliding them up into your hair. "That's so sweet, Mr. Afton!"
William chuckles. You're picture perfect and William is damn well aware that he's no good for you. "Please, call me William. It's only fitting that we remain on first name basis...as of your promotion to assistant manager."
Your eyes widen, and you let out a little gasp. "Do you really mean that, Mr. Af-- William?"
God, the way your lips form his name is intoxicating. He nods, his demeanor wavering slightly as you beam at him, thanking him.
It’s a power move, he knows. A selfish one, no less. But he can’t risk losing the one competent employee. And besides, the assistant manager’s uniform is closer to his, the pale purple shirt and darker tie, black slacks and black shoes (of your choosing, of course).
And who is he to deny himself that view?
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@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
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inspired by this post i hope its okay! its very short...
Summary: Mountain crying and begging to breed Dewdrop. yeah.
Tags: breeding, begging, crying, size kink..., dirty talk, trans dewdrop
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Mountain feels like he might die. It's hot, he's drenched in sweat, his chest squeezed tight like a vice as he pants and sobs for air. The world is hazy, steamy, all he knows is that he wants something he can't have. At least not yet.
“Please, please, Dewdrop,” He says again, unsure of how many times the words have left his mouth at this point. Dewdrop’s smirk in response makes Mountain's stomach flip and twist, and his cock he's been sliding against the little fire ghoul’s thigh for the last… however long… kicks and spurts more pre-cum over that rose gold skin.
“What do you need, Mounty?” Dewdrop asks from his place below the large ghoul. He's trapped beneath him, both his wrists pressed tight against the mattress above his head in just one of the earth ghoul’s hands. A buzz tingles under Dew’s skin at the sight of Mountain above him; the large frame, the way his muscles from hours of outdoor labor ripple as he continues jerking his hips for friction. Mountain could take what he wants. With one movement, he could have Dew on his stomach, ass in the air, and pound into him with little to no effort, but here he is instead. Begging, whining, desperate for Dewdrop’s permission.
“Please, fuck, Dewy- firelily, I need to breed you. I need it, Ineedit Ineedit Ineedit,” Mountain sobs. Dewdrop looks down to that huge, angry, red cock against his thigh. It looks painful, like one more slide might make him pop and cover Dew’s stomach. But he's being so good, so obedient for his lover.
“You need to breed me, pebble?” Dew asks, “You think you deserve to fill me up?”
Mounty shakes his head, tears streaming down his face and dripping onto Dewdrop’s collar bones as he leans down to lap at the plethora of bruises and bite marks he'd left all over Dew’s neck and shoulders, “Been good, been a good boy,” He says.
“You've been so good for me, baby,” Dew agrees, biting his lip to hold back a moan as Mountain sucks yet another mark onto his neck, kitten licking at the skin as an apology, “Such a good boy for me.”
Mountain cries out at the praise, kissing up Dew’s neck until he's reached his lips and captures him in a heated kiss. Dew wastes no time in diving his tongue into Mountain’s mouth, tasting his lovely earth ghoul and pulling the sweetest moans out of his chest.
“Can I please?” Mounty asks again, “It hurts, please, I need to be inside you. Need to cum inside you!”
Dewdrop can't help but moan lewdly at the words. He needs it just as badly, his cunt has been aching ever since he smelled Mountain’s familiar heat from down the hall in his own room. He had followed that evergreen and floral scent expecting to be fucked within an inch of his life - the way Mountain’s heats usually turned to just instinct and raw need and lust. Instead he found the other ghoul writhing on his bed, already in tears as he jerked himself over the edge, begging as soon as he smelled Dewdrop enter the room.
“Please, please, need to breed you. Let me breed you, baby,” Mountain continues the barrage of requests, whispering hoarse against Dewdrop’s neck as he keeps licking and sucking and biting, always missing the place where he's meant to mark the fire ghoul, “Need to see you full of me, I've been good, please.”
“ Fuck, Mounty,” Dewdrop isn't sure how much longer he can keep holding off himself. He's already cum so many times, either from Mountain's greedy mouth, or his long thick fingers, but it's nothing compared to actually being filled by the other ghoul, “Fuck me.”
Mountain stops mid-lick up the side of Dewdrop’s face, even his hips freezing, cock twitching again over Dew’s skin.
Dew knows he's waiting for clearer permission, “You're such a good boy, Mounty. Fuck me, fill me, breed me.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Mountain gasped out as he pulled back slightly, hand still firm around Dewdrop’s wrists while he settled between those rose gold thighs. He only let go so he could push Dewdrop’s legs forward, encouraging the fire ghoul to hold them, to hold himself open for him. Dew is happy to oblige, barring his soaked cunt completely as his fingers dimple into the backs of his thighs. Mountain groans, sobs , again at the sight.
“Come on, Mounty, fuck me,” Dew’s voice is raspy and dripping with desperation as he stares up at his mate.
Mountain finally lines himself up with Dewdrop’s hole, bowing forward as soon as the tip is against the entrance, claws gripping and tearing holes into the mattress, his forehead pressed against the fire ghoul’s as he tries to control his release. He needs to be inside. Needs to cum inside of Dewdrop’s heat.
Slowly, he sinks inside, Dewdrop’s back arches off the bed at the delicious stretch - no matter how Mountain worked him open, how wet Dew became, the sweet burn was always there and he lived for it. Craved it.
“Dew, Dew ,” Mountain wails, finally seating himself fully inside of the fire ghoul, “Need more, please. Please take all of me!”
Dewdrop groans and presses sweet kisses on Mountain’s face, licks at his tears and traces their trails with his tongue. He already feels so full, there's no way there's anything else to take. It's enough to stop any sort of response in his throat, as he gasps around the sensation.
“Let me knot you, take my knot, spitfire,” Mountain returns Dewdrop’s kisses with kisses of his own. Wetter, sloppier, making Dew's face glisten with sweat and spit.
“Always,” Dew gasps out, feeling the knot forming where they're pressed together. He's not sure he can take it but he will...
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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.
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