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[dwritesit]

mount

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

Read below the cut or on AO3

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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...

[d3scendd]

tried to draw that one scene from dwritesit fic (i dont know if the have tumbrl :/ )

heres the link to the fic go read it

[ghuleh-recs]

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

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

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

recs under the cut.

Uiscefhuarithe - @coffeeghoulie - polyghouls

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

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

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

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

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

keeping your head up - @dwritesit - dew x rain

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

Here for You - @papaslittlesunshine - dew x rain

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

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

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

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

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

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

[moony-ghoul]

gender is stored in @dwritesit rain art

[ghoultrifle]

tag game: On pinterest, search [your name + core] and post 6 pictures and tag 6 people.

thanks for the tags @moony-ghoul @mac-and-thefox @swissndewdrop @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected <33

i am incredibly in love with this aesthetic :)))

tagging: @everybodyshusband @rainyhoursinhell @jimothybarnes @herbal-quintessence @dwritesit @chapel-of-rizztual (sorry if you've already done them, i have not been on tumblr in the last 12 hours...)

[alwaysjustmina]

I received an ask for multi chaptered fics or long form fiction recs and Tumblr being Tumblr told me to fuck off and wouldn't let me edit my post, so please have this answer instead, sorry anon!

I have way too many recs, so get ready! If I knew the peoples names on Tumblr I have them attached.

In no particular order:

Ok I lied, this is definitely #1 for me

Kilonova by @midnight-moth

Raindrop/ongoing/over 200k words

Shotgun by @dwritesit

Raindrop/ongoing

Never Let Me Go series by @papaslittlesunshine

Raindrop/part one complete, part 2 ongoing

Thunder Only Happens When It's Raining by Hauntings

raindrop/complete

Push & Pull by Miserable_Ghost

Swiss/Phantom/Dewdrop/ongoing

You're Gonna Go Far by @highdefinitions

Rain/Phantom/Dew/Swiss complete

Hard to Say No by @high-imperatrix

Dew/Phantom -complete

The Wildcard by Flowers for Ghouls

Dew/Aether and Rain/Swiss -ongoing

Longest Hours by @midnight-moth

Raindrop/complete

Ok I should probably stop for now (I have 250 bookmarks on AO3, and this post could be a book). Lmk if you are looking for any specific pairing or a specific length or something specific. I have some older fics I can recommend too.

Thanks for the ask!

[sphylor]

☂️, 🫐, 🍓, 🍅

For the ask game if you'd like 😀

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

thers an couple dbjhgbjd Shotgun by @dwritesit and I Hate by Graincorp on AO3 are my favourite fics that i can name off the top of my head hsfhbjhd but there have been so so soo many amazing fics and ficlets ive read over this past year by so many amazing writers

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

hmm im not really sure sghvfsdghmy wherever my internet friends are honestly

🍓 favorite food

enchiladas!!! i brought a new glass dish to make them in seeing as the old one vanished and im super excited!!!

🍅 least favorite food

oh god im such a picky eater there are sooooo many foods i dislike with a burning hatred. but i think onions are the worst just because of how common they are in other foods and dishes. they are just the worst ever and make everything taste like BO

[divine-misfortune]

For the fic ask: 11, 16, 18!

-@ghoul-slime

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

The Day Dissolved by @/iamthecomet

Shotgun by @/dwritesit

Lady of the Lake by @/forlorn-crows

Also honorable mention to the entirety of @/littlemoon-beam's Holy Dew series because I eat that shit up like nobody's business.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Oh christ, I'm sitting on a lot of ideas right now on top of the billion wips I've started. I have an entire folder on google docs filled with documents that are just half baked ideas (and a subfolder that is just copy and pasted dms from a friend and I that are thousands of words on their own....). At this very moment I'm gnawing at this concept of Rain taking Dew to clubs just so Dew can sit and watch him hookup with random humans in the bathrooms before they go back to the hotel together...A lot of Rain cucking Dew. Lots of mean Rain. Lots of Dew being hopelessly obsessed with him. It's going to turn into a very long fic, I can feel it. I can sense it.

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Mostly after but sometimes they'll hit me in the middle of a fic! A good portion of my titles hit me in the middle of the night when I'm just about to go to sleep tbh...Like most writers, I will squint at song lyrics until something clicks, but it's never usually a quick process. I will agonize over titles for hoooooours before posting.

[dwritesit]

Orchids and Seashells

A Raindrop Flowershop vs Tattoo shop au!

First chapter is up Here on ao3!

lots of fluff, sweetness, romance, Flirting, and eventual smut of course

Based on a drawing I did a while ago attached below this sneak peak:

The man with the long, curly mullet sitting at the other desk finally looked up from the piece he was working on, “So what?”

What?

“So,” Dewdrop propped his hands on his hips and walked closer to the artist, noticing his bold and fine line tattoos decorating most of his visible skin, pretty, “You'll want to turn it down before they come over. They're fussy!”

The man leaned back in his seat and crossed his toned arms over his chest. Dewdrop felt his face flush and hoped it wasn’t noticeable. 

“You sure it's not you who has the problem with it?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow. His eyes were a stormy blue, like a thunderstorm at night reflecting off crashing waves. Like a dark blue hibiscus. Dewdrop shook off his stare before he could get sucked into it.

[thehypnone]

gotted @dwritesit @zombieqveenz

[dwritesit]

spideypool fic updated!

Chapter Three: Sticky

Tags: flirting, peter trying to get himself together, wade is so hot help, soulmate au, soulmate identifying marks, spideypool

Summary: Peter has everything under control! Nothing could possibly go wrong!

Wade is a flirt. Peter is a disaster.

Read the newest chapter HERE on ao3

Read from the beginning HERE on ao3

Chapter preview:

...

“Okay,” Wade said when they reached the outdoors. Peter stood to attention, staring up at Wade and squinting in the sunlight now fully risen overhead. Wade's figure was outlined by a bright halo, “If you want to pay me back so badly, give me your number. I'm making you pancakes. Maybe more if I'm lucky.”

What?

“Huh?” 

Wade laughed warmly, a kind of fondness on the masked features, “You, Peter. Give me your number and then you come over. I make pancakes. Maybe some hanky-panky? Give meaning to that E-rating, right? Badda-bing-badda-boom. You don't owe me anything else.” 

Peter squinted at him.

“No hanky-panky. Just pancakes. We play three rounds of Mario-Kart, I whoop your ass, and then we’re even.” 

Giving Wade his number might have been his last chance to have his questions answered, without having to be too intertwined into Wade's life. He probably should have thought about it before inviting the man to breakfast, but he wasn't about to drop the opportunity on the basis of pride. 

Okay, he took a deep breath, attempt number two.

Peter held out his hand, “Two games, I beat you. The end.”

“You can try, baby boy. I was there when Mario was invented.” Wade grinned and dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone. He typed on it briefly, before placing it in Peter’s outstretched palm. 

Peter laughed as he accepted the device, typing in his contact information quickly, and then handed the phone back to its owner, “You wish you were that old.”

“Peter Parker.” Wade breathed as he glanced at the screen.

Peter’s heart stuttered.

...

[dwritesit]

It's Okay, It's Alright

The first chapter of a Spideypool soulmate fic!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Soulmate AU, Soulmate identifying marks, slow burn babey, mutual pining, flirting, eventual smut, friends with benefits, Peter is so weak for wade, top Wade Wilson, bottom Peter Parker :3

Summary:

Peter had vowed to never meet his soulmate once he became Spider-Man, and avoided them for many years after receiving his Soulmark at eighteen. Unfortunately, while on patrol as Spider-Man, the universe brings them together, discovering that his soulmate is Deadpool whom he had befriended a few years prior. The problem? Deadpool didn't know that Spider-Man was Peter Parker, or that he was his soulmate. Peter planned to keep it that way, thinking they'd both be better off without complicating things.

But of course, because nothing could ever go according to plan, and he kind of... sort of... accidentally strikes up a friends-with-benefits (maybe more?) type of relationship with Deadpool outside of the suit, as just Peter Parker. Cue the internal battle of telling Wade everything, or keeping Spider-Man, and their Soulbond for himself.

Read the first chapter: HERE on AO3

[dwritesit]

i love spideypool so bad oh my god im writing a scene and i wanna cry theyre so in love

[crimsonclergy]

ty crow!!! and also @midnight-moth @rrriver @moony-ghoul @iamthecomet !!!!

i am very pleased by the ratio of kitties i got :3

sorry if you’ve already been tagged!

@sphylor @endopyre @herbal-quintessence @chapel-of-rizztual @oppaihun @divine-misfortune @dwritesit @jesusbutbetterrr @fruitsandcheese and anyone else who wants to!

On pinterest, search [your name + core] and post 6 pictures and tag 6 people.

Tagged by @ramm-ramm and @uniquefartreview thank you 💕

I tag @slasher-lovers-blog @rammstein4everandever @pastellie-sideshiz @mjrtaurus @cardicishot @iinchicore

[dwritesit]

It's Okay, It's alright - chapter two!

Ship: Spideypool, Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Soulmate AU, soulmate identifying marks, flirting, pining, FLIRTINGGG, wade saving the day, eventual smut (coming up very soon), eventual romance, fluff and smut

Read the new chapter HERE! on Ao3

Read the from the beginning HERE! on Ao3

Summary: Peter is hungry for breakfast. The universe is hungry for ruining all of his plans. (i.e: a subway hijacking leads to Wade and Peter getting a lot closer than he had expected, or even wanted).

[dwritesit]

It's Okay, It's Alright - spideypool fic update!

Chapter Six: Revelation

Summary: Wade is sweet and Peter learns a few things.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: spideypool soulmate au, spideypool FWB au, they are gay, peter is a classic disaster, pining, longing, yearning, oral kink, bit of mystery

Read the latest chapter HERE on AO3

Read from the beginning HERE on AO3

Read a short excerpt from the chapter below:

Peter awoke slowly, like he was being dragged out of hot tar. His eyes cracked open and blinked against the light streaming in through the windows. He must have forgotten to shut the blinds again. No matter. He felt far too relaxed and at peace to care about the sun. 

It was kind of odd. Pleasant, but odd.

His mind was… silent. Like a blank canvas. Peter couldn’t remember the last time the inside of his head had ever been so quiet and he was determined to savor every moment of it. He breathed in deeply, sighing in relief as his nostrils were filled once again with the scent of kevlar and musk and gunpowder, adorned with fresh linen. Had he fallen asleep with Wade’s coat again? A strange habit to pick up, but he wasn't upset about it. 

At the back of his mind, a dream washed back and forth like waves on the shore, coming in and out of focus. Something about melted ice cream and hands in his hair. It was pleasant and Peter was content to let himself fall back into it again as his eyes fell shut once more. On his blank canvas mind, he drew pictures. Behind his eyelids was someone’s face.

Large eyes, a gasping expression.

A playful smile.

And then, suddenly, a cacophony of sound. An explosion.

Screams and shouts followed quickly.

A boy with a yellow Mark falling out of his grasp.

Catch him! Catch him and don't let go!

Peter’s heart began to race. Catch him!

The boy was now replaced by Wade, and he disappeared into the black abyss below.

“Are you gonna stay in bed all day?”

Huh? 

Peter’s eyes snapped open. The image of the boy, of dream-Wade flashed once, twice, thrice, as he blinked away the dream– nightmare. He expected his room to come into focus, to see the cracked window and the blinds swaying from the autumn breeze. 

That is not what he saw.

The view in front of him was decidedly not his bedroom window. Instead, across from the bed was a shiny, black dresser with gray knobs that he had absolutely never seen before. Now that he was thinking about it, the bed was way softer than his own – and the comforter was so plush under his hands that it had to be expensive. Nothing like his hand-me-down quilt.

He sat straight up, dizzy as blood rushed back out of his skull, his heart pounding. There was a large figure standing at the edge of the bed, slowly coming into focus.

Peter tilted his head, squinting, and then his eyes widened in horror.

Oh my god. He had slept in Wade’s bed. 

Oh my god!