rainghoulgf

[rainghoulgf]

dew calling himself old putting age difference thoughts in my head. i don't know what the thoughts are, exactly, but they're there

[rainghoulgf]

Forget minute man Phantom, I’m all about second man Phantom, he cums the second he pushes in and then cries about it.

[rainghoulgf]

Bikini rain you will always be famous

Shoutout to @wrathofrats and @forlorn-crows for encouraging me to actually finish this because I started drawing this in like October

[rainghoulgf]

new air ghoul means more puppy!mountain u know the rules

"go ahead, puppy. fuck her."

the leash goes slack as storm's voice rings out, allowing mountain to move freely again.

he doesn't use the privilege, though, not really. he moves his hips just enough to slowly press his cock into where aurora's wet and waiting for him. he goes inch by inch, savoring each one, desperate to last as long as he can for her. for them.

he takes a moment once he's fully seated, the both of them always needing to catch their breath at the feel of the other, but then he starts to move.

he only gets a few thrusts in before storm rolls his eyes, and annoyance seeps through when he says "not like that, puppy. harder. faster."

mountain hesitates, just a little. he itches to obey the order, but all three of them know how much faster it'll be over if he does. he gives a distressed little whimper.

storm's tone shifts low at the sound, somewhere between warm and pitying. "it couldn't have been easy, a little thing like her taking care of you all on her own. show her how much you appreciate it."

so he does. he pulls almost all the way out, leaving nothing but his cockhead inside her, and slams back in hard.

for all her bravado, aurora's got a hair trigger of her own- a few pointed words from storm and a couple harsh thrusts and she's almost as far gone as mountain. her hands scrabble, looking for purchase, and she lands on digging her claws into his back.

mountain loses himself in it, in her tightness and warmth and the pretty noises she makes and the way her whole body moves when he fucks into her. a growl starts in his throat as he's lapping sweat off her neck. aurora moans underneath him, scratching at his shoulder blades, and he pulls her closer, pace bordering on bruising.

he feels when her claws break his skin and something in him snaps- he sinks his fangs into her neck without asking, without thinking, nothing in his head but the claim of her blood on his tongue and his under her nails.

then his leash goes taut, collar digging into his throat.

storm gives another pull, forcing mountain's head back till he looks him in the eye. "she might've been too gentle on you, puppy," he scolds. "i think you forgot how to behave."

"don't be so mean, stormy, he's a good boy." aurora sounds dazed, one hand at the bite on her neck and the other stroking mountain's hair. mountain's eyes flutter at the touch.

"is he?" storm doubts, then turns to mountain to ask him directly. "are you?"

mountain nods against the tension of the collar and musters a broken mhm.

"prove it, then. show me you still know how to take it like a good little mutt."

the static in mountain's head gets a little stronger.

storm gives a few teasing tugs at the plug in mountain's ass before easing it out. a cursory press of lube-covered fingers around his rim and dipping inside is all he gets as a warning, then storm pushes his cock, fat and heavy, down to the base in one quick movement. there's no time to adjust; he fucks in hard and fast, moving mountain where he's still inside aurora, and-

mountain howls.

[rainghoulgf]

thinkin about ummm lying slut rain telling everyone who fucks his ass theyre the only one he lets fuck his ass just to see how rough and possessive they get

[rainghoulgf]

All My Senses Getting Slower - Alpha/Omega

Pairing: Alpha/Omega Summary: When Alpha's rage becomes uncontrollable, a snarling, restless thing turning feral, Omega decides to step in. It isn't kind, but a controlling and brutal blend of care. A ritual of stripping down walls under a mask of restraint, power, and submission. It's not what Alpha thinks he wants, but it's what he needs.

Warnings: Dubious? quintessence use. It's consensual, but I guess it can read a bit dubious at times.

Word Count: 3.6k

Banners by @/cozykitsune / Huge thanks to @thymosghoul for bouncing ideas around for this <3

[AO3 Link] + Uncensored art.

Alpha was pacing when Omega walked in. 

Restless movements, like a beast caged, trying to wear down the edges of a room that refused to get any smaller. A scowl was etched across his features, shoulders tight with barely contained aggression, jaw aching from the way it ground, trying to swallow down words and noises of irritation.

He had been more than a handful lately; snapping and snarling at anyone who had so much as looked at him wrong, and it wasn't long before he had left the others after the last harshly snapped insult, the door slamming behind him hard enough to crack the frame. 

And now, it was just him and Omega. Behind closed doors.

"Lie on your front." Omega's words were calm, surgical, and Alpha stopped in his tracks, whipping around to face the taller ghoul, his eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"I won't say it again." Omega's tone didn't move, didn't rise, didn't need to, "On the bed. Now."

Alpha bristled, muscles tensed like he was ready to bite back and claw his way out of the moment on pride alone. He was never one to be told what to do, but Omega stilled. Waiting. Unblinking. 

The silence that stretched between them was taut, sharp and dangerous. 

Eventually, Alpha scoffed, rolling his neck until it cracked, "I'm not some rabid fucking animal for you t-"

"No," Omega cut in, "But you are out of control. And that's when we do this." It's factual, measured and certain in a way that only Omega could give, and Alpha's nostrils flared with an irritated exhale. His fists clenched as he stalked toward the bed with stiff limbs, throwing himself face-down across the mattress. 

The quintessence ghoul sighed, sliding off his own shirt with a shrug, "I'm not undressing you myself." He tilted his head expectantly, and Alpha rolled his eyes, hauling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His jeans came next, a harsh whisper of leather through loops as he unbuckled his belt and threw it and the jeans into a pile before flipping back over onto the bed.

"Fuckin' stupid," Alpha seethed into the sheets, voice muffled, tail flicking wildly behind him. But he stayed down, even as his chest heaved with the effort it took to stay there, to fight with his pride as it screamed at him to get back up and snarl back at Omega. 

The sound of clinking metal and leather cutting through the air like a knife behind him made Alpha's ears twitch. Omega didn't speak; the silence was a pressure unto itself.

Alpha growled low in his throat, something to fill the quiet. He didn't move. Not really. A twitch in his shoulder. A subtle flex of muscle, another flick of his tail, fully prepared to resist whatever it was Omega had to offer.

"I didn't ask for this."

“No,” Omega replied, tone dry. “You never do. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need it.”

Alpha snorted, low and derisive, into the sheets. “What I need is a fuckin’ drink and less of your smug ass breathing down my neck.”

Omega didn’t even blink, his voice coming cool and collected, “We can do this the easy way.”

“Oh yeah?” Alpha twisted slightly, just enough to glance over his shoulder—his mouth curled into a half-feral grin, teeth bared. “What’s that, too much effort breaking me in properly? Starting to show your age, old m-”

His response was a sharp slap to the back of his thigh with an open palm, firm, and Alpha flinched, hissing immediately through his teeth that broke into a grin, "Lucifer, you missed me, didn't you?"

Omega's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowing, "I missed discipline."

Alpha huffed a breath, an almost incredulous laugh biting through at the edges. "That’s why you’ve got me like this, huh? Flat on my belly like some goddamn wh—"

Another strike. Sharper. Higher. Alpha’s hips bucked against the mattress involuntarily, friction teasing against his already hard cock, and his fists curled into the sheets so tight his knuckles paled.

“That was your warning.”

Alpha smirked. “You give out more warnings than you do orgasms. It’s embarrassing, really—”

That time it was the belt – a clean, vicious arc through the air, cracking across the curve of Alpha's thighs, and he gasped, a strained fuck leaving his lips, body going taut beneath Omega like a wire turned live. 

Omega leaned down, voice ghosting over the back of Alpha’s neck now, low and cruelly calm.

“Keep mouthing off. I want you to.”

It was as much a threat as a promise, and Alpha scoffed, jerking his head away from Omega. He knew how to play the game, and he wasn't done fighting yet.

“That all you got?” He ground it out, his smirk refusing to falter, even as his thighs twitched with need.

A sharp tut was all he had before cold hands slid under Alpha’s hips, dragging him up onto his knees, to force him into place. The click of a small bottle opening echoed off the walls before the press of slick fingers spread between his cheeks.

Alpha stiffened, choking back a sound as he tried to arch away, but Omega's grip on him was like iron, his hand pinning between his shoulder blades, flush to the mattress. 

Another finger joined the first, slick and slow, deliberately pressing in, and Alpha hissed at the stretch, writhing beneath Omega's hands. 

“Fuck you,” Alpha hissed, throat raw.

“You’re trying,” Omega murmured, curling his fingers just right, watching with faint amusement at the way Alpha bit into his lip, trying to stifle the sound that threatened to escape.

Though he always had more in him, more rage, more venom to spit. Submission wasn't something that Alpha gave freely, and tonight was no different. 

Omega knew this. Anticipated it even.

So when Alpha started shifting again—shoulders bunching, arms bracing to push himself up off the bed—Omega pressed his hand firmer into his spine. He said nothing, but that was warning enough.

Alpha growled low in his throat, face half-buried in the sheets, but shoved up anyway—elbows planting beneath him as he tried to twist, to get some purchase to throw Omega off him.

“You love this,” he snarled, trying to push himself up again, “having me like this. Pinned and pretty and full of your fuckin' control complex.”

“You’re projecting again,” Omega clipped, withdrawing his fingers with a slick sound that made Alpha shudder. “And exhausting my patience.”

The belt was back in Omega's hands before Alpha had realised he'd moved.

By the time Alpha twisted again, a futile attempt to roll and shove himself up, Omega's hands had already grabbed onto his wrists and yanked them back. The belt wrapped once, twice, tightly around, pinning Alpha's wrists to the small of his back, the leather biting into the skin with a satisfying creak.

"Hey—" Alpha bucked hard, thrashing under him, but restrained as he was, his hips already loose and dripping with slick, it was a poor effort, "Fuckin' cheap shot!" 

“Effective,” Omega corrected, palm pressed flat between Alpha’s shoulder blades to force him down again. “And overdue.”

Alpha snarled, breath coming in rapid, shallow bursts, teeth bared against the mattress. He didn't have a comeback for that, not with the leather edges of the belt biting into his wrists, his hips instinctively seeking friction beneath him, his whole being a mix of ragged want and fury all tangled up. 

“I can make you submit.”

A thinly veiled threat laced through Omega's words, smoothly wrapping around Alpha like a scalpel to the throat. 

Alpha stilled; A full-body hesitation, an instinct that told him that something far more dangerous than him had looked his way, but he kept up the fight.

"You don't scare me," His words were spat around breathless pants, his wrists still bound tightly behind him, cheek pressed firmly into the mattress. 

"I don't have to." Omega's tone was flatter than ever, uncaring and detached, almost distant. 

The glow came next, a soft whisper at first, barely perceptible in the dim light, but Alpha felt it long before he saw it. A low, low hum of quintessence, vibrating at the base of his spine, a frequency he couldn't name but felt deeply in his bones.

Omega let it bloom just above Alpha’s spine, fingers trailing along the ridges of vertebrae as a breath of light flickered to life, cool and violet.

Alpha shivered.

“That little chip on your shoulder,” Omega murmured, and with a flick of his fingers, let a thread of quintessence unfurl, slipping like smoke across Alpha’s skull, wrapping around his consciousness like a breath. Just a brush. A tease. A hand ghosting against the edge of his mind.

Alpha gasped.

It felt as though every muscle in his body went liquid—like his spine melted into the bed, his hips slackened, and his breath hitched with a desperate, guttural sound.

And just as quickly, it stopped.

Omega drew the quintessence back, snuffed it out like a match. "That was your second warning."

Alpha inhaled sharply as the sensation returned to his limbs, legs twitching from the sudden loss flooding back through his muscles. His shoulders shook with a rumble of laughter pulled deep within his chest, but it wasn't amusement. "Megs," he breathed, "'M gonna bite your fuckin' fingers off."

"You'll try." Omega retorted, palm sliding down from the back of his neck with deliberate care to his touch, "But now you know that if I wanted you at my mercy, I wouldn't have to touch you."

He curled his body over Alpha's, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of his ear. "Now, let's do this the hard way, since that's clearly what you want."

It wasn’t in Alpha’s nature to go quietly, to not snap, not bite back with some degree of snark. Every fibre of him had always screamed defiance—fists clenched even when he was tied down, fangs bared through every gasp, body straining against the sheets, struggling to rise even when it had no leverage.

Omega had expected resistance.

The tease of quintessence hadn’t cowed him. It had lit a fire in him.

And Omega saw it all unfold in the line of Alpha’s back as he twisted under him, as he snapped his hips back just enough to be difficult—just enough to say, loud and clear, that he wasn't something to be owned and controlled.

Omega exhaled through his nose.

“You make this so hard,” he murmured, tone still infuriatingly steady, “And you wonder why I don’t give you choices.”

A snap of his fingers.

The violet glow returned.

Alpha snarled something guttural, but it didn’t last.

The quintessence touched him again, not just a wisp this time but a pulse, directly against his skull. Enough to press into the higher parts of his mind, enough to mute his thoughts, short-circuiting his grip on movement, on language, and on the frantic need to resist.

Alpha’s voice died mid-curse, and his eyes fluttered to half-closed, lips parted, but no sound came from them.

His body went slack, boneless like a puppet with its strings cut. Everything furious and sharp within him folded down in an instant.

Omega moved carefully, testing. His hands sliding down Alpha’s waist, over the backs of his thighs. No struggle. Just the soft rise and fall of his breath.

A thread of Alpha’s presence twitched at the edges of Omega’s mind like a faint knock on a door, instinctive and subtle. It wasn’t a safe word. Wasn’t fear. Just awareness. An option if things got too much.

“Better,” Omega muttered, sliding his palm along the base of Alpha’s spine. “Now… we start again.”

Omega was never particularly nice about it, but he wasn't cruel either. He knew what Alpha needed, knew that he needed the fight torn from him piece by piece, needed to feel the breath shoved from his lungs, the sting of being handled, used, remade. He didn’t say it. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

He didn't ask for permission; he didn't need to. It was a long-standing agreement between them both, and so he pushed in.

Skin met skin and hips pressed flush as Omega set a brutal pace, a punishing rhythm that wasn't meant to please, only tear and break Alpha apart. 

Alpha was a mess; breathing ragged, hair plastered to his temples, lip split from biting too hard, even under the throes of quintessence. Omega could never fully drag him under; he was too strong, too stubborn for that.

But the way Omega drove into him was desperate and deep, relentless, giving Alpha no time to reset, no space to think.

And that was the point.

Omega knew what he needed.

“Come on,” Omega muttered under his breath, sweat slicking down his spine. “Give it up. Let it go.”

Alpha shook his head once; it was as much as he could manage under the quintessence, even as a strangled moan left his throat, even as his knees slipped against the sheets. He was still trying to hold on to the rage flowing under his skin with a familiarity he shouldn't have had.

So Omega took more.

One hand pressed down hard between his shoulder blades. The other snuck around to wrap a fist around him, but he paused.

Do you want out?

The thought pulsed gently through the link threaded between them—not a voice, but a knowing, carved into the quiet space between breaths. A failsafe. Always.

The answer came not as a word but as a slow, sure thread of sensation. Consent, whispered back at him. Alpha wasn’t backing out.

He just couldn’t speak.

Omega had him balanced on a knife's edge, and he knew it.

He could feel it, every twitch and frustrated clench of muscle, every shallow breath that Alpha couldn't quite form into a growl. The quintessence simmered, low and steady through Alpha's mind; a cool, almost silken restraint that silenced his tongue and left him boneless but still fully, agonisingly aware. 

It was about control as much as denial as Omega had him bent forward. Time had blurred; minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and Omega's hand, deliberately cruel, kept Alpha teetering on the edge, teasing the underside of his length with infuriating slowness, thumb brushing over the ladder of piercings that decorated him. 

Every maddening stroke brought Alpha higher, closer, and every pause ripped him back down. 

Alpha was panting now, gasping against the sheets as his body wracked with need, hips jerking helplessly though he couldn't move far. Not with Omega's quintessence wrapped so tightly, tethered and keeping everything just out of reach. 

"You're annoyed," Omega observed mildly, his voice little more than a measured hum against the shell of Alpha's ear. "You hate being handled, not being able to burn everything inconvenient away." Alpha tried to jerk his head away, maybe to glare, maybe spit something vile back through clenched teeth, but he couldn't as the quint continued. "Hate not getting what you want like a petulant child."

Omega smiled, almost fond.

"Good," he murmured, grip tightening again around Alpha's cock, just enough to bring him back to the precipice. The tip flushed, a deep red, almost purpling, a bead of pre dripping down Omega's wrist, "That means it's working."

Alpha’s response was little more than a guttural, strangled growl in the back of his throat. His hips bucked again, a sharp, involuntary motion—and Omega rewarded him with nothing.

He stopped. Let his hand fall away. Let the tension stew.

And Alpha’s whole body trembled, the denial pushing a groan out of him that sounded like a threat and a plea all at once. 

“Impatient.”

It was spoken through lips pressed thin, and Omega's hand resumed that agonisingly slow pace, dragging from base to tip with a long glide and tight twist at the end that pulled a guttural noise from Alpha's throat. A choked noise that bent into a snarl before being smothered back down by the quiet control of the quintessence humming in his mind.

"All that fire with nowhere to go," Omega whispered, tone cruelly fond. “But it's what you need. And you know that.”

He punctuated his words with another sharp squeeze, just under the head.

And there it was.

The moment.

The fracture.

The split-second drop in Alpha’s defences, barely perceptible; the stubborn tension in his shoulders gave way. His fists, clenched hard in the restraints, loosened slightly, head bowing and spine curving as though the submission had finally started to seep through the cracks.

Omega felt it. Not just in Alpha’s body, but in the tethered thread of thought beneath the quintessence’s pulse. The fight was still there—always would be—but it was softening under the weight of need. Of exhaustion. Of something more raw.

He was giving in.

Not broken.

Bent.

Omega loosened his hold on the tether—not all the way, but just enough.

Alpha gasped, jaw tight, the glow still crawling along the base of his skull like a living thing. He tried to shift, but his body still felt too heavy. His hips bucked uselessly, every inch of him on fire and getting no closer to relief.

“Go on,” Omega said softly, mouth brushing the corner of Alpha’s jaw as he curled over him again. “You’ve got just enough. Make it count.”

Alpha growled low in his throat—more frustration than defiance now—and clenched his fists where they strained against the belt, the rough leather biting into sore flesh.

He didn’t want to say it. Satanas, he didn’t. The words scraped his pride raw, the ache too much. His cock throbbed where Omega still lazily stroked him, slow and mean, almost absentmindedly, a rhythm designed to ruin.

So he swallowed it down. And it dragged from his throat like glass.

“Please,” he rasped.

It wasn’t elegant. It wasn’t smooth. It was punched out of him like it hurt to say.

“Fuckin’—'megs, please—”

He broke off in a grunt, hips twitching. His whole body trembled with the effort of holding on and failing.

Omega smiled softly.

"There you are," His hand picked up again—stroking, firmer now, with a pace that made Alpha’s head drop and his breath stutter. Slick noises filled the space between them, obscene and wet. “Now you can come.”

Omega felt the exact moment Alpha tipped—felt it in the jagged tremor that ran from his spine to his fingertips, in the way his entire body locked up, taut as a wire drawn to snapping.

And just as that final breath hitched—

The quintessence snapped free like a bolt of lightning ungrounded, the weight of it vanishing in an instant, leaving Alpha’s senses blown wide open. Every touch, every breath of air across his skin, amplified—too much, not enough, all at once.

He shattered.

A sound tore out of his throat—half-gasp, half-sob—as his body jerked in Omega’s grip, cock pulsing violently in his hand, and he came hard, long and hot across Omega’s fingers, the sheets, messy and uncontrolled with each wave that crashed over him.

Nothing existed but the white-hot rush of release and Omega’s body pressed over his—steady and grounding as his thighs trembled, the rest of him reduced to twitching, ragged breaths, hands still bound but limp in the restraints. 

Wrecked, undone in the most complete, visceral way he’d ever known.

Warm fingers brushed Alpha’s hair back from his forehead as the tremors slowed. He was still shaking. Still reeling.

But now, he was quiet. 

Still.

Unmoving in the aftermath, his muscles slack, breath sharp and uneven. The fight had been dragged out of him; every shard of tension melted down to nothing.

Omega moved carefully.

The belt came first, the leather loosened with precision, fingers following to rub lightly at Alpha's wrists once they were freed, gentle despite everything. He checked for damage, strain, a soft tut leaving his lips at a split of skin where Alpha had pulled too hard. But Alpha didn't flinch, didn't speak.

Didn’t need to.

Omega stood, padding quietly into the ensuite before returning with a warm bowl of water, a cloth in hand. He sat back down, the bed dipping with a whispered creak, and began to work with the same clinical efficiency Alpha had seen time and again over the years. Soft swipes were laid out over his stomach, between his thighs, and across his flushed, oversensitive length that twitched weakly under the touch. 

Alpha, sprawled now on his side, let himself be moved and adjusted, his head pillowed on Omega’s thigh while those same practised fingers smoothed over the mess of him, quiet and unflinching.

Omega was mumbling now, half to himself, half to Alpha, but it wasn't cold anymore, merely wry and smoothed with something close to care.

“Your temper’s a terrible thing,” he said softly, folding the cloth away. “Violent. Unyielding. Unproductive.”

Alpha’s eyes stayed closed. He exhaled through his nose. Not resistance. Not yet an agreement. Just… listening, relaxing under the lack of tension that he'd had torn from him. His mind was quiet now, a calm sea after a storm.

Omega kept talking as he worked, fingers stroking over the ridges of Alpha’s knuckles, grounding him gently back into his body.

“You don’t know how to rest when it’s like that. When everything’s caught fire inside you. So you fight. Or lash out. Or break something. Or someone.”

He reached into the bedside table, plucking a small tin of ointment from the drawer. It smelt of something soft, herbal, and he dipped two fingers into it, rubbing it into an oil before smoothing it over Alpha's wrists.

“So we tear it all down,” he continued, “until there’s nothing left, no more room for rage. Just this.”

Omega returned the tin to the drawer and leaned back down, pressing his forehead lightly to Alpha’s temple.

“I’ll keep doing that for you,” he murmured, “as long as you need it.”

[rainghoulgf]

new air ghoul means more puppy!mountain u know the rules

"go ahead, puppy. fuck her."

the leash goes slack as storm's voice rings out, allowing mountain to move freely again.

he doesn't use the privilege, though, not really. he moves his hips just enough to slowly press his cock into where aurora's wet and waiting for him. he goes inch by inch, savoring each one, desperate to last as long as he can for her. for them.

he takes a moment once he's fully seated, the both of them always needing to catch their breath at the feel of the other, but then he starts to move.

he only gets a few thrusts in before storm rolls his eyes, and annoyance seeps through when he says "not like that, puppy. harder. faster."

mountain hesitates, just a little. he itches to obey the order, but all three of them know how much faster it'll be over if he does. he gives a distressed little whimper.

storm's tone shifts low at the sound, somewhere between warm and pitying. "it couldn't have been easy, a little thing like her taking care of you all on her own. show her how much you appreciate it."

so he does. he pulls almost all the way out, leaving nothing but his cockhead inside her, and slams back in hard.

for all her bravado, aurora's got a hair trigger of her own- a few pointed words from storm and a couple harsh thrusts and she's almost as far gone as mountain. her hands scrabble, looking for purchase, and she lands on digging her claws into his back.

mountain loses himself in it, in her tightness and warmth and the pretty noises she makes and the way her whole body moves when he fucks into her. a growl starts in his throat as he's lapping sweat off her neck. aurora moans underneath him, scratching at his shoulder blades, and he pulls her closer, pace bordering on bruising.

he feels when her claws break his skin and something in him snaps- he sinks his fangs into her neck without asking, without thinking, nothing in his head but the claim of her blood on his tongue and his under her nails.

then his leash goes taut, collar digging into his throat.

storm gives another pull, forcing mountain's head back till he looks him in the eye. "she might've been too gentle on you, puppy," he scolds. "i think you forgot how to behave."

"don't be so mean, stormy, he's a good boy." aurora sounds dazed, one hand at the bite on her neck and the other stroking mountain's hair. mountain's eyes flutter at the touch.

"is he?" storm doubts, then turns to mountain to ask him directly. "are you?"

mountain nods against the tension of the collar and musters a broken mhm.

"prove it, then. show me you still know how to take it like a good little mutt."

the static in mountain's head gets a little stronger.

storm gives a few teasing tugs at the plug in mountain's ass before easing it out. a cursory press of lube-covered fingers around his rim and dipping inside is all he gets as a warning, then storm pushes his cock, fat and heavy, down to the base in one quick movement. there's no time to adjust; he fucks in hard and fast, moving mountain where he's still inside aurora, and-

mountain howls.

[rainghoulgf]

new air ghoul means more puppy!mountain u know the rules

"go ahead, puppy. fuck her."

the leash goes slack as storm's voice rings out, allowing mountain to move freely again.

he doesn't use the privilege, though, not really. he moves his hips just enough to slowly press his cock into where aurora's wet and waiting for him. he goes inch by inch, savoring each one, desperate to last as long as he can for her. for them.

he takes a moment once he's fully seated, the both of them always needing to catch their breath at the feel of the other, but then he starts to move.

he only gets a few thrusts in before storm rolls his eyes, and annoyance seeps through when he says "not like that, puppy. harder. faster."

mountain hesitates, just a little. he itches to obey the order, but all three of them know how much faster it'll be over if he does. he gives a distressed little whimper.

storm's tone shifts low at the sound, somewhere between warm and pitying. "it couldn't have been easy, a little thing like her taking care of you all on her own. show her how much you appreciate it."

so he does. he pulls almost all the way out, leaving nothing but his cockhead inside her, and slams back in hard.

for all her bravado, aurora's got a hair trigger of her own- a few pointed words from storm and a couple harsh thrusts and she's almost as far gone as mountain. her hands scrabble, looking for purchase, and she lands on digging her claws into his back.

mountain loses himself in it, in her tightness and warmth and the pretty noises she makes and the way her whole body moves when he fucks into her. a growl starts in his throat as he's lapping sweat off her neck. aurora moans underneath him, scratching at his shoulder blades, and he pulls her closer, pace bordering on bruising.

he feels when her claws break his skin and something in him snaps- he sinks his fangs into her neck without asking, without thinking, nothing in his head but the claim of her blood on his tongue and his under her nails.

then his leash goes taut, collar digging into his throat.

storm gives another pull, forcing mountain's head back till he looks him in the eye. "she might've been too gentle on you, puppy," he scolds. "i think you forgot how to behave."

"don't be so mean, stormy, he's a good boy." aurora sounds dazed, one hand at the bite on her neck and the other stroking mountain's hair. mountain's eyes flutter at the touch.

"is he?" storm doubts, then turns to mountain to ask him directly. "are you?"

mountain nods against the tension of the collar and musters a broken mhm.

"prove it, then. show me you still know how to take it like a good little mutt."

the static in mountain's head gets a little stronger.

storm gives a few teasing tugs at the plug in mountain's ass before easing it out. a cursory press of lube-covered fingers around his rim and dipping inside is all he gets as a warning, then storm pushes his cock, fat and heavy, down to the base in one quick movement. there's no time to adjust; he fucks in hard and fast, moving mountain where he's still inside aurora, and-

mountain howls.

[rainghoulgf]

if i finally crosspost my mount/rory fic from last year as a preemptive apology for how long my current mountain wip is going to take do u want it now or a bit later when it's still not done lmao

[rainghoulgf]

sighs and adds dew rimming rain to my list of things to write

[rainghoulgf]

NEW GHOUL LIGHTNING BOLT STRETCH MARKS

[rainghoulgf]

New Air Ghoul's kinda cute, huh?

[rainghoulgf]

mountain getting passed down as the air* ghouls' puppy

it started with zephyr, of course. it wasn't the only way they played with him, but it was only with them- none of the boys had the right touch, the right temperament to treat him the way he needed and make his mind dissolve. but zephyr did, and then they're taken away.

he likes the new air ghoulettes, gets close to them even, but he misses zephyr, misses the leather around his neck. he didn't realize how deeply it had worked its way into him until there's an itch in his skin that grows worse every day, his thoughts racing, mind never letting him rest. he gets so desperate for a reprieve he comes to cumulus, tail between his legs, face flushed, barely speaking above a whisper, but she agrees. and when she tightens the collar around his throat, it all goes quiet, and the way it makes him melt has her addicted in no time.

but nothing's fair, and eventually she stays behind, too. it's not the same, she's still waiting for them back home, but he's not sure he can go a whole tour without that space to retreat to. cirrus tries her hand at it, but that kind of gentleness doesn't come easy to her, so it falls to aurora.

cumulus gives her the rundown before they go, tells her how to ease him down and how tight to tug the leash, but it doesn't actually happen until they're on the road.

he put it off, afraid it won't be the same without lus on the other end, and he's tense and self conscious when he finally kneels before her on the carpet of a hotel room. but then she coos at him (what a sweet dog you are), tightens his collar and clicks the leash into place, and she takes all the weight of his mind into her manicured hands.

he's fine. all he has to worry about is being a good puppy for his princess.

[rainghoulgf]

with how big and soft copia's thighs are aether definitely fucked them, right? especially with the torn impera pants that looked like they were stretched so tight the seams would burst any second. i think aether deserves to fuck those thighs

[rainghoulgf]

[Uncensored on AO3]

[Reposting some of my old art/ficlets that people enjoyed before.]

“Ah, bug,” Swiss murmured, his voice softening as he reached down to cup the quint's face. His thumb traced the curve of Phantom’s cheek, lingering on the smooth swell where the faintest hint of warmth radiated beneath his fingers, “How am I supposed to say no to a face like that, huh?”

[rainghoulgf]

i feel like one of my biggest weaknesses as a writer is dirty talk. so naturally it's playing a big role in my wip

[rainghoulgf]

Alphamega 🌶️ up on my AO3. 18+ only!

Link to Work

Ma- MA the ghouls are being fruity again!!!! And we're back with another spicy meatball(s).

Reblogs are Appreciated!!