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blake-1030 · 4 days

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100% swapped those keys

80 with some mountain/swiss? if you'd so kindly write it :)

Mountain/Swiss with a little bit of mean Swiss and some boot kink (as a treat). Also still taking prompts!

Swiss knows what he looks like up on that stage. How his uniform pants hug his hips in just the right way, how the vest cinched tight around his waist accentuates his broad shoulders and chest. The way he grinds into his mic stand, strokes his rain shaker like it's an extension of himself.

Swiss loves putting on a show, and tonight, Mountain feels like the show is just for him. Swiss has been watching him all night long, eyes shining and brilliant white fangs on display. Every thrust of his hips and flick of his tongue were aimed directly at Mountain’s kit, and Swiss made sure he knew it. Every time Mountain glanced at Swiss’ platform he’d been staring back at him, shooting him that signature too-wide grin normally reserved for the crowd.

Mountain sweats through his uniform faster than usual that night.

At bows he feels Swiss press up against him and take his hand. And he doesn’t let go as they walk off stage, dragging him past the techs and through the venue to the dressing rooms. Mountain is still sweating as Swiss pushes and pulls him, bullies him onto the dressing room couch with his long legs spread. Distantly, Mountain notices that his own boot laces are still untied.

“You’ve been watching me all night, big guy” Swiss laughs, “Pretty sure you’ve been drooling.”

Mountain sputters, wanting to point out that Swiss had been leering at him all night, but the thought is snuffed out when Swiss leans in to kiss him, shoving his tongue into his mouth, wet and hot and licking in deep. He tastes like cannabis and grease makeup.

Mountain is hard in his pants immediately.

Swiss breaks the kiss, straightening back up and grinning down at Mountain again. Hungry.

He’s still grinning when he lifts one foot to press between Mountain’s legs, digging directly into his crotch with the toe of his boot. Mountain moans ragged and deep as Swiss increases the pressure, bending his knee and leaning in as he presses the thick rubber sole of his boot onto Mountain’s straining cock.

“What? Does that feel good?” Swiss teases, feigning surprise as Mountain whimpers an affirmative, hands scrabbling at the fabric of the couch as Swiss eases the pressure.

Mountain clenches his eyes and nods frantically when Swiss presses in again. This time he twists his foot, dragging the toe of his boot down Mountain’s cock before pressing in one more time with his heel. Mountain can feel the entire sole of his boot pressing against the length of his twitching cock, and he opens his eyes to see a dark, wet patch blooming at the tip, soaking through the fabric.

“Think you can cum like this?” Swiss asks, sounding genuinely surprised. Mountain nods again.

He’s expecting Swiss to take pity on him, press back in with his boot and finish him off right there in his pants, making a mess of his uniform and the dressing room couch. Instead Swiss pulls away completely, leaving Mountain shaking, looking up at him through damp lashes.

He’s ready to start begging when Swiss hauls himself into Mountain’s lap. Suddenly it’s a blur, Swiss grinding into his lap, dragging his own clothed erection up and down Mountain’s leaking cock as he humps relentlessly against him. The couch creaks with their weight as Swiss attaches his mouth to Mountain’s neck, eagerly nipping and sucking with filthy, wet sounds. Swiss snakes a hand into Mountain’s hair, licking across his Adam’s apple, mouthing thick and slick into his ear, dragging the sharp points of his fangs up the length of his pulsing jugular as he twists and grinds. Treating Mountain’s lap like a mirror image of his mic stand on stage.

Mountain feels the heat coil in his gut, balls drawing up tight and ready to bust when Swiss backs off. He cries out at his ruined orgasm and Swiss only grins down at him, black grease paint nearly completely smudged off, remnants of it staining his fangs. Mountain knows his neck must be a fucking wreck, streaked with black and peppered with bruises, shiny wet with Swiss’ spit.

“Too bad,” Swiss laughs, and pats Mountan’s cheek with the palm of one big hand. He stands, adjusting his own straining cock in his pants and turns to leave with a sway of his hips.

Mountain can only stare, chest heaving and erection flagging as Swiss makes for the door of the dressing room.

Before he leaves, he looks at Mountain over his shoulder, sporting another wicked grin.

“Rooming with Aether tonight, think maybe you should ask to swap hotel keys with him.”

Swiss blows him a kiss and as the door closes, Mountain can hear Swiss laughing to himself all the way down the hallway.

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blake-1030 · 4 days

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I wonder if they both exploded into a cloud of glitter at the end

If you feel like writing anything with Swiss while on the plane 👀👀👀 that would be neat 👀👀👀 I'm not picky on pairing

ok swiss alps rimming lets goooooo

“I wanna eat you out,” Swiss announces.

“Oh,” Mountain says, surprised. He turns his head to look at Swiss, tail flicking nervously. “I’ve never—done that. Before.”

Swiss squeezes his waist, earnest. “Really?”

“Yeah. Never had the chance.”

Swiss smiles brightly. “You wanna? It’ll feel good.”

Mountain does want. Everything feels good when it comes to Swiss, and he isn’t going to turn down a chance to have his ass eaten. It unfortunately doesn’t change the fact that he really has never done this before—never been on the receiving end, always more than happy to give—and he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Swiss. Not that there’s much to be embarrassed about, but still.

“Okay,” Mountain says, not bothering to hide the way his voice shakes a little. “Do you want… like this? Should I move to make it easier, or—”

“Flip over,” Swiss tells him, patting his ass. “Wanna see your face when I lick you.”

Mountain swallows his groan and rolls awkwardly onto his back, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. His cheeks are on fire. He feels so exposed, and even though Swiss has seen him naked plenty of times before, he feels the urge to hide. It’s different, somehow. More vulnerable.

“You okay?” Swiss asks, rubbing his thigh affectionately. “Why that face?”

“Nervous,” Mountain admits.

Swiss smiles. “Don't be. Nothing to be nervous about.”

Plenty to be nervous about, actually, but Mountain doesn’t say that. No need to ruin the mood. He lies back on the pillows, buzzing with anticipation, and shuffles up obediently when Swiss slides a pillow under his hips. It’s no big deal! He’s done this plenty of times. Can’t be that much different being on the other side, can it?

“May I?” Swiss asks.

Mountain nods. “Go ahead.”

He feels Swiss’s tongue first, warm and wet and strangely soft, and can’t help but fist his hands in Swiss’s coarse hair, fighting the urge to yank. It’s… different. Not unpleasant, but unfamiliar, way out of his comfort zone. He doesn’t know how to react, whether to grind, whether to beg for more.

“Oh,” he gasps, as Swiss dips one finger in, then two, then scissors them apart and pushes his tongue in between them. “Oh, Satanas.”

He can feel Swiss’s stubble rubbing up against his sensitive skin, rough and prickly. Maybe he’ll have beard burn there, be red and raw when he goes to clean up later. Maybe he’ll feel it for another day or two.

“Taste fucking incredible,” Swiss murmurs, and the vibrations nearly drive Mountain right out of his fucking mind. He moans, toes curling so hard his thighs begin to shake, and tightens his grip on Swiss’s hair. He hopes he isn’t pulling too hard.

Then Swiss’s fingers are gone and it’s just his tongue left, fucking in and out of Mountain’s hole, making noises so obscene it makes Mountain’s stomach hurt. It’s so little and so much, all at the same time. He needs more. He can’t take it. He’s probably making all kinds of ridiculous expressions, so out of tune with his body, while Swiss sucks at his rim like he’ll never eat ass again.

“Hold your legs up,” Swiss encourages, both hands holding Mountain open, stretching him tight. “Spread those cheeks for me. Show me that pretty hole,” and Mountain whines so plaintively he shocks himself into silence. Absolutely insane, the things Swiss does to him, the way Swiss makes him feel.

He’ll have to repay the favour another time. Get Swiss all spread out across his bed, fold him in half like the gentleman he is and eat him out until he’s sobbing. Got to even the score, after all.

“Are you—” Swiss licks a long, broad stripe, pressing delicately into his taint, and Mountain’s eyes roll back in his head. “Oh, are you enjoying this? Licking my—hole?”

Swiss laughs. “Enjoying this? Sweetheart, I’m having the time of my life.”

Mountain closes his eyes. It’s a losing battle. Whatever he says, Swiss will manage somehow to top it with some dreadfully horny response.

“Are you really getting off on this?”

No hesitation. “Yes.”

Mountain shudders. “Am I allowed to… cum, like this?”

“Can you?” Swiss asks, sounding genuinely curious.

“I don’t know,” Mountain admits.

“Can you try?”

“Yeah,” and Mountain holds his legs tighter, forces his hips up as far as they’ll go. Weakly, he says, “All yours.” And then: “You can spit on it.”

Swiss’s grin turns predatory. “You nasty,” he says, sounding so indescribably proud. “Spit on it, huh?” He slaps Mountain right there, the noise ringing out so slick, so dirty. “Sure thing, princess. If that’s what you want.”

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blake-1030 · 4 days

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I always think mountain is quite rare to have a partner (to the packages sadness), he just doesn’t feel as it’s that necessary. So I beg Swiss shows this pictures off like a trophy

the polaroid collection: mountain

this is part six of the polaroid collection, based off of 'picture this'. you can either find the masterlist here, read on ao3, or read below:

Mountain is a predictable ghoul. Detail oriented. A strict schedule follower…

Every morning he gets up at the same time and puts on the same mud-stained apron over his work clothes, brews himself a steaming cup of coffee with a splash of milk and two sugars, and heads out to the greenhouse. He works for about four hours, sometimes more to ensure everything is growing and green, lifting heavy bags of dirt over his broad shoulders and organizing a million containers of seeds with calloused fingers until he’s sore. Then he’ll head back in towards the den around lunchtime and place his dirt-covered sandals right outside the door, dusting off his clothes on the lawn to make sure he doesn’t spatter the stone slab in front of the door with soil – because it would be so rude of him to leave such a tiny mess for someone else to step in.

It’s almost infuriating how perfect he is.

But after he gets a bite to eat, eating the leftovers in the fridge and scrubbing the dirty dishes, he then disappears into his bedroom to cleanse his body of the lingering filth of the gardens. And for the majority of his packmates, they believe that that is where his strenuous morning routine ends; a nice, relaxing bath. What they don’t know is that the earth ghoul always takes a lengthy, less-than-glamorous moment to jerk his rock hard, stress-induced erection to completion before hopping into the bath.

Always.

It’s like clockwork at this point. Swiss listens for his heavy footsteps outside the hall, listens for the quiet click of his bedroom lock, and then it’s only a matter of minutes before the soft groans begin floating in through the old vent connecting their rooms. It’s a blessing it’s there, really. It’s like music to Swiss’ ears when he hears him. That big, sweet, considerate ghoul with a huge heart and an even bigger dick…

Oooh and he really likes it when Mountain works longer hours than usual, because it means that he can smell him. And fuck does he smell delightful. A dizzying combination of sweat and stress and lustful pheromones that drive the multi ghoul absolutely mad despite only being able to imagine what he looks like on the other side. He wants to eat him up, get a taste, and it doesn’t help that he stinks particularly strong today.

His feet carry him out of his desk chair and through Mountain’s bedroom door before he can fully process the possibility that Mountain may not be alone. Cock already generously tenting the front of his shorts, the sight of the ghoul half-naked on his bed with his fist wrapped around his dick is almost enough to make him forget entirely about the camera clutched in his hand.

He looks really good – Swiss knew he would. He’s got his tight undershirt bunched up around his chest to keep it out of the way and his dirtied cargos are bundled in a heap around his ankles. The sudden intrusion into his space has the earth ghoul more than surprised, his cheeks pink and his breathing heavy, but Swiss doesn’t care.

Upon bursting in, Mountain’s scent had hit him in the face like the bus they ride around in during tour. So gross, so pungent, so thick. Swiss watches as his hand struggles to fight between continuing to get himself off or hiding himself away. Nostrils flaring, pupils dilating… Mountain cups his balls with his other hand under Swiss’ intense gaze, suddenly insecure.

“Hey, big guy,” Swiss says, an unnatural lilt to his voice as he gives the other ghoul a big, toothy smile.

The suspicion doesn’t leave Mountain’s features as the multi ghoul stalks closer, eyes raking over the other’s form like he’s sizing him up. Then he finds the camera in his grasp and things begin to click into place at the same time that the heavy wooden door clicks into its frame. That look of confusion contorts into something cunning, his lips curling into a smirk as his fingers flex around the base of his shaft, wiggling the tip like a worm in front of a hungry fish.

Green eyes flit from the camera up to find brilliant gold and a singular fang peeks out from behind Mountain’s chapped upper lip.

“You know,” he starts and tilts his head to the side, “I heard about this little photography project you’ve had going on and I was wondering when you were gonna finally let me have my turn.”

Swiss huffs, surprised at the shift towards confidence, his change in demeanor unexpected, but continues to encroach upon the other’s space until there’s only a few steps to separate them. He feels his cock stir again, pre welling at the tip and soaking into the fabric that struggles to constrain him.

“Well you didn’t think I was gonna forget about you, did you?”

Mountain shrugs. Much too smug to have his pants around his ankles like a little boy. “I’m not too sure. I was beginning to think that everyone was gonna have their turn and I was gonna be left out in the mud.”

Swiss stalks a little bit closer, close enough to reach out if he wanted to. He doesn’t. His dick leads him in whichever direction he desires to go.

“Oh, but darling, you know I love it when you get a little dirty.” A gold-tipped digit extends and begins to trail downwards over a flaky patch of dirt smeared over Mountain’s strong bicep. Swiss watches as his finger descends, Mountain watches his face. “And besides, you smell so delicious, I couldn’t possibly stay away.”

The bigger ghoul falters for a moment, brow furrowing in slight confusion at his confession.

“You could smell me?”

Swiss finally meets his eyes and there’s a dangerous glint somewhere in there as his finger continues to linger on his skin, dragging down, down, down until his touch is feather-light.

“Always. I know your schedule like the back of my hand, dirt boy.”

Mountain glances upwards towards the rusted vent in the ceiling and Swiss chuckles in a way that makes him flash hot with embarrassment. He’s certainly heard more than he’d like to admit of Swiss’ late night rides and grinds – as has the other – but he had no idea that he could smell him.

His eyes darken and he tsks at the multi ghoul, “you naughty ghoul…”

Swiss’ finger drifts over to flick at a pebbled nipple before pulling away and shifting his weight back onto his heels, arms crossed across his chest. “Keep doing what you were doing,” he says and motions to him with a flick of his hand. “I wanna watch.”

Now that Mountain knows what is up, he is happy to perform. He jerks his dick in long, slow strokes, kicking his pants off the rest of the way so that he can spread his knees and show all of himself off. Swiss stands just in front of him, so close yet so tantalizingly far away, watching intently with lust-blown eyes as the ruddy head of his cock appears and disappears in his fist.

His hands are filthy, it’s obvious he’d made the decision not to wash them, and a sticky combination of fertilizer and dirt create a muddy residue that makes his dick all gritty and messy. Something about that is arousing.

“Not afraid to get a little dirty, huh?” Swiss asks, eyes still fixed on his ministrations.

Mountain rubs the muddy concoction into the folds of his foreskin and hums all pretty, ignoring the accusation in favor of being a little nasty. He likes nasty.

“I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked you over a fresh bag of mulch before.”

“Well we don’t have to get into specifics…”

“A little uncharacteristic of you now, is it not?”

Swiss rolls his eyes dramatically and tells the other ghoul to scoot back further onto the bed. Then he peels off his own pants, his hard cock springing up to attention and bobbing as he walks forward to crawl into the massive earth ghoul’s lap, camera placed adjacent to them on the bed. It’s on, blinking and ready for whenever he decides to use it.

Swiss gives himself a few strokes for good measure and to make sure he’s at full mast (he is) and keeps his eyes trained on the way that Mountain matches his pace with his own hand. He glances up and finds those pretty green eyes that are as blown out as his own and surges forward to capture his chapped lips in a kiss.

It’s less of a kiss that they fall into, and more of a spit-slicked, open mouthed tangle of tongues. They steal each other's air when it escapes from their lungs and drink in each other’s noises that they make in their throat, replacing them with new ones until they’re throbbing in their hands and Swiss is moaning from the fresh bite of mint lingering on Mountain’s tongue. He tastes better than he imagined he would, and he sucks the taste directly from the source, drinking up the saliva that’s laced deliciously with the cool herb.

“What’ve you been up to in there, hmm? Taste good.”

Both of their voice’s are breathless, spoken directly into the other’s mouth.

Mountain tugs at the flared ridge of his head and groans deep in his chest, “come visit me sometime and I’ll give you a tour.”

Swiss pulls him in again by a hand on the back of his nape, biting on his swollen bottom lip and sucking on the tip of his tongue, and in the heat of it all Mountain nudges his hand away from his cock to slide their lengths together. The feeling of hot, slick skin against hot, slick skin makes both of them shudder all the way up their spines and the noises they make could make a demon blush.

It’s Swiss who breaks their devouring kiss to peer down and watch as Mountain works their lengths together in one of his overly large hands. Some of the dirt already begins to rub off onto his underside.

Mountain’s fat tip kisses Swiss’ frenulum with each and every stroke, sending intense jolts of pleasure up his spine with every little touch, no matter how intense.

It feels way too good just to be rubbing their cocks together, and it looks even better.

Mountain is so large. The sheer size of his girthy appendage nearly dwarfs Swiss’ own (which is no easy feat), and despite Swiss sitting atop his thighs, Mountain’s tip nearly matches up with him in length. Swiss reaches in to gather up a slick combination of their pre on his middle and index fingers and smears the digits over the other ghoul’s lips. He pushes them into his mouth and Mountain sucks gently, cleaning them with his tongue until they're clean and holding dangerous eye contact the entire time that he does.

Gold and green, gold and green, gold and green…

They’re lucky it’s not mating season– the sight of him with his fingers in his mouth makes Swiss’ belly flip a million times.

“The things you do to me…” he whispers, nearly inaudible, and Mountain parts his lips to let out a breathy laugh, carding his clean hand through Swiss’ thick curls and tugging his head back towards the ceiling. Swiss’ fingers slip out past his teeth coated in saliva. Swiss sucks it off.

When Mountain suddenly decides to use both of his hands to get them off, squeezing an twisting his wrist and creating a pocket for them to fuck in tandem, Swiss feels himself being guided rapidly towards the edge of euphoria – and much faster than he’d anticipated. Both of their cocks are flushed dark and so shiny, and Swiss begins to spit curses through his teeth when Mountain shifts his magic touch to their leaking heads.

“I’m gonna cum,” Mountain gasps out against Swiss’ jaw. He nips at the skin with his teeth, “are you gonna cum with me?”

He almost sounds desperate.

“No,” Swiss forces out. He surprises himself with how sure he sounds. The tightening in his balls begs to differ. Mountain’s brow scrunches together and he drops his jaw, clearly doing his best to stave off his impending orgasm.

With the last ounce of control he has left, Swiss reaches for the camera, lining up the shot blindly at where they’re pressed so hotly together.

“Want it just like this,” he moans and Mountain grips them both at the base, “so hard, so flushed, fuck, Mount, you’re so big…”

Mountain lets out a moan that's so loud he has to throw his head back towards the ceiling to get it out. The muscles in his abdomen ripple and go hard.

“Swiss– I’m gonna-”

“Don’t you dare ruin my shot.”

“Fuck, you’re such an asshole-”

Swiss bites his lip hard between his teeth when Mountain’s cock jerks and jumps pressed flush against the underside of his own.

“Shut up and flex it. Do that again.”

Mountain gives them another tight stroke then holds them firmly together at the base, exhibiting them in all their filthiest glory for the lens. A thin string of pre connects their leaking heads and the realization makes Swiss jerk violently, balls tightening, and he forces his finger to press down on the button milliseconds before he shoots hot and thick all over his own thighs and Mountain’s fingers.

“So much for not cumming,” Mountain teases, cheeks pink and forehead slick with sweat, but his little poke at the other gets cut short when Swiss wraps his hand tightly around his cock. “Whatever. We got the damn picture…”

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blake-1030 · 4 days

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Slay all day🌈

q*rolling into the room you're in and loafing by your feet*

dunno if this counts as a fun idea but I've been thinking about raindrop being grossly in love while indulging in a really fucking filthy stuff. what I mean is like I dunno they're gonna be pissing onto or into each other but they're gonna be spilling such sweet tooth rotting shit from their mouths it would make everyone else's brain short circuit because how the fuck can you be so sweet and nasty at the same time

Ahh Hyp, I've been mulling this one over and I agree that RainDrop are definitely in LOVE LOVE and they indulge in some really gross stuff because they are so in love. Bus hijinks ensue below the cut. CW: Some implied watersports, and amorous ghoul activity. I don't know how even I got into a piss kink today but here we are.

Things that go bump in the night

“I love you baby. You feel so good.”

(panting) “Rain, fuck, I gotta…”

(shuffling and a thump as Dew’s tail swats the curtain, and his horns bump the top of the bunk).

“Hmmmmnh… so do it, baby, you know I love it when you do.”

(a moan cuts off Dew’s protest)

a few seconds later -

“Rain.. come ON.. let me up.”

“Uh huh, you are so beautiful. I want to feel you tight around me.”

“Ohhhh. Fuck, right there, deeper, Rain… it feels so good... yeahhhhh.”

(growl)

—-

Mountain, to Swiss: “Are they at it again?”

Swiss: (scoffs) “Like you have to ask.. you should know better by now. They never stop.”

Phantom: “Never stop what?”

Mountain and Swiss: roll eyes at each other and chuckle.

Swiss: “Ah, that’s cute kid. You’ll figure it out soon enough.”

Mountain: “So, Phantom, when two ghouls really love each other….. Well, as a matter of fact, want to get a hint?” he rumbles as he pulls Phantom closer, trapping him on the couch.

Swiss: grins and slides in, pushing Phantom tighter between them and looming over him, nipping at his shoulder as Phantom giggles and scooches further into Mountain, and the trap is set.

—-

Back in the bunk:

“Rain, fuck, I’m not kidding, I gotta pee.”

(muffled) “So pee for me baby, go on. You know I love it when you do.”

“I mean.. at home, yeah, but here? Like this?”

“Yes, here. Do it. I’m not letting you go, so you better figure it out.”

“Rain! I love you and you know I want to, but I can’t.. not here….No.”

“Yes, you can baby, you just have to let go. I promise it’s ok, I love you, just let me feel you. I want to feel you in me too.”

(Dew moans as Rain does something to him)

“Oh… I’m… it’s…. fuck…”

(hisses)

“mmmmph….”

“OH SHIT, fuck, Satanas……Rain..”

——

The trio on the couch stop, frozen and intertwined, Phantom’s head caught under Swiss’s jaw, chest against Swiss's as Swiss is buried deep inside, Mountain behind Swiss, thrusting into him, holding him by the hips as Swiss rails Phantom into the couch. The awkward menage a trois processing what they just heard…

“Did Dew just..... pee?”

“Did Rain…..???”

Phantom: (realizes) “EW” (scrunches up his nose)

Swiss: “It’s all water to him, kid, he lives for that stuff.”

Mountain: “It’s like recycling…”

Swiss: “It’s natural, kid. Plus when two ghouls really love each other…” (laughs as he presses back into Phantom)

Phantom: “But..” gets cut off by Mountain moving again, a gurgle leaving his mouth as his thrust shoves Swiss even deeper.

—-

Dew: (yells) “I swear to god if you three don’t shut the fuck up!”

-----

Rain: “Baby, let me make you feel good again.. (wet squelch)

Dew: “Ohh, shit, that feels…”

Rain: “Yeah, baby, I'm gonna give it to you good.… but you have to take it all, ok? You have to take my knot. I want you to come all over it."

Dew: “Hhhhhnnnnh.”

—-

Phantom: surfaces a few hours later between two sweaty ghouls, “Come on guys.. I gotta get up.”

Mountain: “Lucky you, it’s recycling day..”

Swiss: (purrs) “Come here, baby…”

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blake-1030 · 4 days

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Very cute 🫃

you wanted promts... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS THEYRE FILTHY LITTLE DUDES BUT THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEEEE

there's some cuteness in here, i swear it. mountain is a goober after all. but it's mainly nasty. @rrriver also requested rimming with dealer's choice of ghouls, so here we are (did you think it'd be swissalps, river? probably one out of two you thought it be lmao)

nasty ghouls under the cut. rimming and oral and fingering and fucking (oh my). top mountain came out to play today.

Swiss keens, tosses his head back. Mountain’s tongue is so good, so wet, so hypnotizing, he can’t form anymore coherent thoughts. Anything close to a thought fizzled out as soon as the earth ghoul pinned him down to the bed with only a hand on his sternum and a few honeyed words.

“Mount—unholy shit, baby,” he groans when the muscle dips inside. Gripping his cock in a tight fist when it leaks a bead of pre onto his stomach. Mountain hums—loud and rumbly on purpose—and digs his fingers into the multi ghoul’s spread thighs, pushing his knees closer to his chest. Really spreading him out nice and wide so he can lick deep.

“H-how do you get so far in there,” Swiss damn near whines. He starts to jerk in earnest, wet strokes that make his thighs jump and his toes twitch.

Mountain chuckles. He sucks on his rim lightly before pulling away, displaying his lengthened, unglamoured tongue as he licks his lips. He cradles a fang with the split end, making it flutter teasingly when Swiss cranes his head up to look.

And promptly lets it thud back down with a strained noise as his hand polishes the sticky tip of his cock.

“All the better to taste you with, darling,” Mountain lilts. Relishing in the desperation wafting off his partner.

“Fuck,” the multi-ghoul says intelligently. “That’s hot, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

Mountain hums and returns to his task. Alternating between spreading him with his tongue and kissing around his hole. Even daring to smooth his thin fingers along the apex of his thighs, running through coarse curls until the digits press and tickle his balls.

It’s enough to drive Swiss crazy. He bites his lip until it threatens to bleed and pulls at himself without a care for pacing. Precum wrung from the slit with every involuntary clench, every stroke slicker than the last.

“Oh fuck, Mount, you’re gonna—hmpf gonna make me cum, feels so good,” Swiss babbles. Mountain can feel him twitch under his tongue, cheeks clenching as he nears the point of no return. A spike of urgency and need runs up his spine, and he pulls away with a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to Swiss’ hole.

“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “Don’t cum. Not yet.” He presses against the space his tongue created, slipping a finger inside just up to the first knuckle. Swiss gasps, hand stilling. “Want you on my cock,” Mountain breathes.

“Oh,” Swiss chokes out. Risks another squeeze to his cock before nodding and pulling away. Mountain slips that finger all the way inside, folding his lanky body over him to kiss him softly, deeply. Gripping the fat over his hips as pumps the digit in and out.

“There, Mount, yeah,” he groans. He loops his arms around Mountain’s neck, tangling his fingers in his mousy brown curls. Wraps a leg around him too, losing himself in the prep. Whining at the taste of himself on his tongue.

“You feel how hard you make me?” the earth ghoul purrs, nudging their cocks together as he slips a second finger in. “Can’t wait to get you on it. Bounce you til you’re shaking.”

Swiss moans, long and wanton. Mountain huffs a laugh against his lips when he clenches around the stretch, the deepest parts of him caressing his fingers with a firm seal.

“Gimme another, I can take it,” he begs, rocking into his hand.

“Eager,” Mountain teases. “But I like you like this, edelweiss.” He rubs their noses together. “Begging.” Kisses the corner of his mouth. “Desperate.” Another kiss at the hinge of his jaw. “Wet.” He whispers that right into his ear, rolling their hips together and crooking his fingers into the spot that makes him melt.

“Satanas, help me,” he wheezes. His tail betrays him, thumping against the bed in an eager rhythm.

The earth ghoul sucks the lobe of his ear into his mouth, humming when Swiss arches and groans loudly. “Shh, just open up for me. Let me treat you right.”

“Anything, fuck, whatever you want, baby, shit.”

Mountain smiles against his skin. Pushing on the back of one thigh so Swiss exposes himself further. “Good. Just like that.” Swiss’s cock twitches against his when he splays his fingers. Wringing from him another broken groan. “That’s it.”

Mountain may be quick to get all four fingers inside, but he certainly lets the stretch settle in, spreading and thrusting and working him open until he’s panting and almost loose against his hand.

“C’mere,” he says softly once Swiss starts begging again. Slipping his fingers out and guiding him to straddle his lap. Mountain folds his legs up underneath him, creating a cradle for his body once he sinks all the way down. “Right there, there we are, darling.”

Mountain holds Swiss with one hand on his lower back, placing kisses along his sternum as he lines up the wide head of his cock with the other hand. Teasing it against his slack entrance as the multi ghoul clings to his shoulders.

“Please,” Swiss whispers. His cock throbs between them, neglected all this time yet hardly flagged at all.

“I’ve got you,” Mountain assures him. He rubs the tip against his hole, pushing until the head pops in. And he keeps going, easing Swiss down with two hands on his ass, steadily lowering until he reaches the base. Bottoming out with a strained huff and shaky legs.

“Fuck—”

“—yes.” Mountain pulls him flush, chest to chest. Tucking his face into the crook of Swiss’ neck and breathing in patchouli and whiskey tinged with need. He just holds him there, warm and balls-deep. Overwhelmed with both arousal and love.

Above him, Swiss whines. He shifts a little in his lap, grunting when his cock rubs against Mountain’s stomach.

The earth ghoul holds him tighter. “Okay, edelweiss?”

“So fuckin’ big,” he groans. Mountain barks a laugh, skating his nails up and down Swiss’ back. He pulls back and gives him a peck on the lips, looking at him fondly and admiring the dark blush on his cheeks and the sweat on his hairline. He smiles and tucks his face back into his neck.

That is, not before dragging his lips up the prominent tendons in his neck, stopping once more at the shell of his ear and muttering into it, so low it sends a shiver right up Swiss’ spine:

“You can take it.”

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