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glitchykaii · 2 months
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~ More old Ghoul doodles I never posted meanwhile I work on a new Rain drawing 💙 Here's some Mountain and Aether ⛧
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st-danger · 7 months
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Well now I’m craving mean mountain and rain…
Rain has never been a talker. It isn't that he has trouble with it, he just is a ghoul of fewer words than most. He has no problem joining in in conversations and interjecting as he sees fit but he doesn't volunteer or offer up a lot of words as a rule.
It is almost assuredly because of this that Mountain seeks to pull words from him as though they're the biggest prize of all.
Lining up behind him, Rain feels a heavy hand on his hip, and then the blunt head of Mountain pressing against him. Waiting.
"Rain," Mountain growls, low and dark. He feels his mouth go dry both from the tone,and the anticipation. "You want it." Rain nods, but even though It's obvious what he's doing it's not a verbal answer and not good enough for Mountain.
"Rain," Mountain repeats, "use your words. Say it."
Rain screws his eyes up tightly and worries his hands in blankets beneath him, clutching tight handfuls of fabric that has already been worn so thin over the years.
He hates talking in the bedroom.
He doesn't want to beg for it. He doesn't want to plead. He doesn't want to prostrate himself before his partners and have to say things they know the answer to. It feels wholly unnatural, strange to do so. Stranger that he loves hearing it from others, but him? Say those things aloud?
"Please," Rain whispers. It's mortifying to voice. "Fuck me."
Behind him, Mountain hums, an approving noise that changes nothing, though Mountain rubs the head of his cock up and down, over his waiting hole. Slick. Hot. Smooth. His spine burns with anticipation.
"Need more than that," Mountain says. Before Rain has time to think, he's pushing in- and not stopping.
Rain moans, a sudden, sharp vocalization, pitching forward only to have both of Mountain's hands on his hips now, preventing him from leaning away. Pulling him back onto his cock.
"Gonna sing for me?" Mountain says when he bottoms out, and Rain can hear the smile in his voice. Richly pleased. He tries to draw deep breaths in through his nose, out through his mouth. "Say it. Tell me how good I feel."
Rain really, really does not want to say it aloud. He feels his normal speaking voice is strange enough as it is; to have to listen to it threaded with pleasure-pain is a cruel ask.
Mountain slides soothing hands up and down trembling flanks. Patient. Terribly so. He could fuck Rain and hold his throat and they would both cum hard and quickly from that- if only Mountain wasn't so clearly set on making Rain work for it. If only he wasn't in the mood to be mean in the most specific way.
"Tell me," he urges, and Rain feels his face stain from his blush. "Say you want my cock."
"Want it," Rain manages, quiet and strangled. He bows forward and presses his face into the blankets.
"Oh, he's shy," Mountain chuckles, and drapes himself over Rain, chest to back, sliding one arm around his chest and then he's pressed so tightly against him, pulled up where he can't hide. "Can feel how bad you need me to fuck you," Mountain speaks into his hair. "Ask me. Tell me how bad your hole wants it."
Mountain's phrasing has Rain clenching around him without meaning to. Unable to stop himself.
All he has to do is say it.
He hates talking.
"Please," Rain mumbles, still keeping his eyes shut. Brow furrowed from his frown. He can't believe his erection hasn't flagged from the discomfort of letting Mountain inside; he and his body both are just so full of want. "Want you."
"Not good enough," Mountain whispers, and Rain flushes further.
"Your dick," he says, pained. "Please."
"More specific."
Rain lets out a frustrated sound. It does nothing to sway Mountain.
"My hole," Rain manages, "wants your cock." And then, "Please don't make me say it again."
Mountain kisses his hair and withdraws slowly.
"One more time. A little louder."
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Caught
Kinktober Day 7: Filming
Pairings: Rain X Dewdrop X Mountain
Type: Smut
Summary: Mountain is away on a business trip. Dewdrop decides to be a brat, and Rain is more than happy to let Mountain tag along in his taming.
Warnings: Consensual videoing/photographing, gags, nipple clamps, shibari, bondage, vibrators, anal fingering, dildos, phone sex
Word Count: 1,074
Notes: Read here on ao3. Find my kinktober prompt list here. This is also just an apology for Flufftober day 7.
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Mountain could not possibly hate this Ministry more. He had been brought along on Copia’s business meeting for whatever the reason was. It had only been a few days, but he missed his pack.
There were ghouls here, but they were territorial, and they of course didn’t trust Mountain. Rightfully so. He wouldn’t be happy if a random ghoul set foot onto his territory either.
He missed his own Ministry, but he was here to help Copia, and that was enough to help him push through.
He sighed as he rested his head against the pillows as he tried to relax in the much too small bed. He pulled out his phone to see a message from Rain. He smiled when he saw the water ghoul’s contact photo pop up, clicking on it to see one of Rain’s sweet ‘goodnight’ messages.
Instead, it was a message that read “Caught something for you :)” with a photo attached.
What he wasn’t expecting to see was a photo of Dewdrop, naked on Rain’s bed. His long, blond hair was braided and pushed out of his face, which adorned a black and blue ball gag. His neck, chest, and thighs had been marked. His arms were tied behind his back in some elaborate shabari setup that Rain undoubtedly did. The rope was looped around his chest in a bra-like pattern with a trail of diamonds leading to his painfully hard, leaking cock. Mountain groaned when he saw the cock ring wrapping around the base of the fire ghoul’s cock. Dew’s tail was wrapped around one of his thighs, both of which were also adorned with the same blue rope as the rest of him.
Dewdrop looked absolutely wrecked. Mountain was beginning to chub up in his sweatpants that he thankfully had the smart enough to switch into before collapsing. He clicked on the photo, which he didn’t realize was one of many until a selection showed on his screen.
He scrolled through the photos before finding a video that Rain had sent. Nothing had changed from the photos except for the vibe now being pressed against Dewdrop’s dick.
Mountain clicked play and the first sound he heard was a whorish moan muffled by the gag and the sound of buzzing from the vibrator which was clearly set on high.
“Come on, baby, why don’t you tell Mountain what a pain in the ass you’ve been all day?” Rain’s voice rang through as he rubbed the vibrator over the head of Dew’s cock who could only moan in response.
He could see the way Dew struggled in his binds, and he couldn’t resist pulling out his own cock, immediately wrapping his fist around it.
“What was that, sweetheart? I don’t think he could hear you,” Rain said, meanly pulling the vibrator away.
Dewdrop was panting. His cheeks were wet, and Mountain wasn’t sure whether it was from tears or the spit that had gathered around the gag. Was Rain edging him? Lucifer almighty, what he would give to be in that room.
Mountain groaned as he twisted his hand, rubbing a thumb along his slit, sliding through more photos until he heard the ping. A new message.
Rain: Did you see your surprise?
Mountain: Fucking hell Waterlily
Rain: So is that a yes?
Mountain: Yes
Mountain waited for another response, and was pleasantly surprised to see more photos with Dewdrop in a new position. His shoulders and face were pressed against the bed, his ass raised in the air. He didn’t have the ball gag in anymore, and his tail had been re-tied, giving Mountain a clear view of his slick hole, easily taking two of Rain’s fingers.
He clicked on the next video. “Please, Rain…” Dew’s voice sounded raw.
“You’re not talking to me right now,” Rain responded, seeming unfazed as he continued to curl and scissor his fingers, stretching Dewdrop open.
“Mountain…please…need your cock,” he whined, burying his face in the sheets. Mountain wished he could see the puddle of precum forming under the fire ghoul.
Rain pulled his two fingers out, focusing the video on the way Dew clenched around nothing.
“Unholy shit,” Mountain groaned, throwing his head back as the video stopped.
Rain: You better answer
Mountain stared at the message, confused until his phone began to ring. A video call.
He couldn’t have possibly answered any faster than he did. The phone was pointed directly at Dewdrop’s fucked out face, but from what he could tell, Dewdrop didn’t seem to notice that it wasn’t just a video anymore.
“Go on, baby, beg Mountain for his fat cock. Tell him how much you want him to stuff your greedy little hole,” Rain commanded. Mountain could hear the grin behind his voice.
“Need it…need it so bad, please, fuck me, Mountain.”
“Oh, baby boy, you don’t know how bad I wish I could right now,” Mountain grinned, reveling in the way Dewdrop’s eyes widened at the reveal.
Rain pulled the camera from Dewdrop’s face, putting his stretched hole on display. He watched Rain drizzle lube onto Dew, then circle his hole with two fingers, spreading the cool liquid around.
Mountain continued to stroke his own cock to the display, but when he saw the toy Rain chose for the night, he couldn’t help the way his cock kicked, a spurt of pre dribbling down his hand.
It was an exact replica of Mountain’s cock. Exactly the same down to the veins and skin tone. “Fuck, Rain…had this all planned out for me, didn’t you?”
Rain chuckled as he pushed the tip of the dildo into Dewdrop. “What else would I be doing?”
Dewdrop moaned obscenely as Rain continued to push the large toy into him. “Look at you…I’m not even there and you’re still begging for my cock,” Mountain asked, pleased with the effect he had on Dewdrop.
Dew nodded into the sheets below him. “Tell him how much you miss the real thing, Dewdrop.”
“Miss you so bad, Mount…fuck! I need you to fuck me…need you to use me and make me yours,” he groaned. If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t from this position, Mountain was sure Dewdrop was about to collapse as Rain pushed the silicone cock fully into Dewdrop.Mountain cursed as he felt himself nearing his orgasm from the sight on the screen in front of him. 
“Fuck, baby…don’t worry. When I get back, I’m going to ruin you.”
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ramblingoak · 1 month
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Picking Out Tulips
~ Tales From Lucifer's Hollow ~
This can be directly blamed on @forlorn-crows and their encouragement for this silly story 💙
Mountain x Rain ~ this is just a random little snippet from a future fic called Petal For Your Thoughts.
Warnings: Rain being head over heels for Mountain and his freckles, sfw, about 900 words
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Rain smashed into the door, groaning and immediately feeling like the biggest idiot alive.
“What’d you do?”
“Ugh, nothing.  I’m fine.”  Rain tried to swat at Mountain’s hands but the big ghoul easily pushed them away.  He couldn’t help but sigh when Mountain gently pushed some of his hair back, his fingers running along his forehead and over the small bump that was already forming.  He opened his eyes, squinting up at the tall ghoul but when he saw Mountain grinning down at him he immediately closed them again.  “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking about it though.”  He let Mountain lead him back into the bathroom, pouting when he looked in the mirror and saw the red mark on his forehead.  “This is your fault by the way.”
“My fault?  What did I do?”
Rain barely suppressed a shriek when Mountain’s big hands gripped his waist, easily lifting him up so he was sitting on the counter.  Their faces were level now and Rain couldn’t help but get lost in Mountain’s green eyes.  The little flecks of gold sparkling in the bathroom lights.  There was a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose.  They appeared again along the earth ghoul’s shoulders and even further down on his che–  
“You’re doing it again.”
“I’m literally standing here.”  
Rain huffed, doing his best to look at a point on the wall behind Mountain.  There was too much of him on display.  Too much skin and hair and horns and oh, was that his tail slipping up his le–
“I thought we agreed no,”  He gestured vaguely between them both, his frustration growing as Mountain’s smirk got bigger.  Rain groaned in defeat, leaning forward until his head was resting against Mountain’s warm chest.  A soft ‘ow’ left him at the pressure against the bump on his head.  “You’re being too sexy.”
Mountain’s chest vibrated under his head, the ghoul apparently finding great amusement in Rain’s predicament.  When Rain leaned back with a raised eyebrow Mountain shook his head, following him back so he could press a kiss on the tip of Rain’s nose.
“I’ll try to tone it down.”  He winked, grinning when Rain sighed again.  “Seriously though, how did you hit your head?”
“I came out to ask if you had a spare toothbrush and got uh, distracted.”  Rain couldn’t help but pout when Mountain just stared at him, knowing there was more to the story.  “It was the glasses.”
“Glasses?  Wait, my reading glasses?”
“Yes, you big idiot.  You were just sitting there in bed with your stupid glasses and your stupid tulip catalog.  It was hot.  Sue me.”
“So the sight of me in glasses, picking tulip bulbs out, was too much for you huh?”  Rain nodded primly, choosing to count the freckles on Mountain’s shoulders instead of meeting his eyes.  “Well, I’ll have to warn you next time I’m going to wear them.”
“All the skin didn’t help either.”
“I like sleeping in the nude, you’re lucky I’m wearing shorts.”  
Rain fell forward again, although this time he hooked an arm around Mountain’s shoulders and pushed his nose against the earth ghoul’s neck.  He smelled so good, like the woods and moss.  Like a garden of wildflowers basking in the sun.  It took all of his self control not to slip his tongue out and taste Mountain’s skin.
“Can we go to bed now?”  Mountain didn’t answer, but he wrapped an arm around Rain’s back and then hooked his other one under the water ghoul’s knees.  He easily lifted him up off the counter and carried back into the bedroom, smiling down at Rain’s pout.  “Show off.”
He yelped when Mountain dropped him onto the bed but quickly moved under the covers, burrowing down under the warm sheet and soft quilt.  Mountain climbed in after him, sliding an arm under Rain and tugging him close.  Rain watched him reach over to the side table to grab his discarded catalog but he hesitated at the last moment and looked back towards him.
“Are you going to be ok if I put my glasses back on?”
“I hate you.  Take me home.”
“Help me pick out some tulips first.”
Rain sighed, doing his best to focus on the pictures of flowers and not his extremely attractive boyfriend.  Mountain was almost too good to be true but Rain could see himself getting used to this.  To nights snuggled up in this big bed next to his big earth ghoul.  He spread his hand along the quilt, turning from the catalog to admire the design.
“This is nice, where did you get it?”
“I made it.”
Rain couldn’t help it, he started laughing.  His whole body was shaking with it.  When he managed to look up at Mountain, he started laughing harder.  The poor ghoul look bewildered, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with him.  Rain grabbed the catalog and tossed it onto the floor as he moved to straddle him.  Mountain’s hands quickly grabbed his waist, moving under Rain’s shirt and spreading up his back.  
With delicate fingers Rain took his glasses off and set them onto the table before reaching up to bury his fingers in Mountain’s thick hair.
“Of course you did.”
Mountain’s mouth tasted like tea and toothpaste and a hundred other things Rain never wanted to forget.
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papaslittlesunshine · 6 months
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Hear me out:
Mountain is insecure about his braces. Got called metal mouth once by Dew (who was being an ass). Now he doesn’t want to smile. Hides his pretty face from the others.
Rain notices, immediately, because ofc he would.
He sets out to make Mountain think about anything but his braces.
Kisses him so deeply he blushes straight down to his sternum.
Uses that forked tongue to lick over every single tooth and bracket, and if he snags the delicate tissue and a little blood gets shared, well, all the better because Mountain is just going to go a little feral over it and pound Rain into the mattress.
Now, Mountain is grinning all the time, flashing his fangs and the shiny metal at Rain across the room, showing off the added sapphire blue bands to match Rain’s eyes.
The two are disappearing for hours behind closed doors, Mount��s insecurity faded as he knows his reward comes in the form of a very eager water ghoul.
The others figured it out eventually and are now studying themselves in the mirror, seeing the dentist, wondering if maybe their teeth are crooked and need aligning.
Dew was first to ask for them.
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miasmaghoul · 7 months
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miasma i have been yearning for mean rain and the most well-behaved mountain you have ever seen. (he's on his knees.) will you indulge me? )
oh man rain's real mean you guys :(
(cw for slapping, spitting, a little blood, piss and rough oral. all consensual, dont worry, mountain is SUPER into it)
It's an ache Mountain can't describe that brings him here.
On his knees in Rain's room, fully dressed with his legs spread as far at they can go. He keeps his arms folded together at the small of his back and his eyes forward, watching dust motes float through the beam of silvery light pouring from an open window. The sun had been up when he first knelt, but Rain's space was meant for moonlight.
Mountain doesn't know how long he's been here, truth be told, and it doesn't matter. That ache demands he stays put regardless, forces him to stay still and silent. It makes him wait for something he can't put words to. Makes him yearn, makes him itch in a place he can't quite scratch. It makes him want.
And so, he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
When the door finally creaks open, he thinks it's the holiest of hymns.
Rain slips into the room with a fluid grace Mountain could never hope to replicate. He moves like water, his lithe frame draped in the gauzy fabric of a flowy white top he'd no doubt stolen from Cirrus. It suits him just as much as the skin-tight black pants he's paired with it, as stark a contrast as his dark, loose curls are against his pale skin. Bathed in moonlight, he looks like something out of a dream.
Mountain would worship him always, if he could get away with it. Would lay himself bare for Rain to observe, to inspect. He'd endure agony, ecstacy and everything in between if it meant earning Rain's touch, his attention. If it meant pleasing him however Rain saw fit. He'd give anything, give everything.
Rain closes the door, and does not acknowledge him.
The ache grows.
Mountain doesn't move. Doesn't dare to so much as breathe too loudly, lest Rain become irritated and shove him out the door. He can't risk it, not with the singular sort of need that's been eating at him all day. He listens, though. Tracks Rain's careful footsteps as he makes his way across the room. He's in no rush, ever casual as he clicks on a bedside lamp and rifles through a drawer.
Mountain's cock stirs in the confines of his jeans. He's gone from soft to hard and back again more times than he can count during his endless wait. If he glanced down, there would probably be a stain on the light denim. He couldn't help it, but he knows Rain won't approve.
Hell, that's half the reason he wore these particular jeans.
"How long have you been here?"
The words cut through the silence like a razor, smooth and sharp. Mountain shivers with them, hungry ears finally blessed with the first hint of what he's been craving. He shrugs, eyes still locked on the bedroom door. He can practically hear Rain's eyebrows scooting upwards.
"You don't know?"
Mountain shakes his head. If he had to say, it would be something between five hours and a hundred years. He'd wait a thousand, if Rain asked him to.
Behind him, Rain hums. It's a pondering sound, as though he's wondering whether or not Mountain is worth his precious time. It makes his stomach hurt. He wants to beg Rain to let him stay, wants to plead with him to soothe the ache in his gut. Wants to grovel at his feet until Rain sees fit to relieve him of his need.
But Rain hasn't given permission to speak, so he doesn't.
Again, Mountain waits. Stoic at a statue despite the stiffness in his jeans, the stabbing pain in his knees and the tension in his back. Everything hurts.
He hopes Rain makes it worse.
It's ages before Rain moves again, before his boots thud against the hardwood and the other ghoul reappears in front of him. Mountain keeps his gaze resolutely forward, his eyeline even with Rain's torso. The fabric of his top sways in a nonexistent breeze, more than a few of its buttons popped to expose the creamy skin of his chest. It's speckled with bites and bruises, evidence of what, exactly, he'd been busy doing while Mountain waited his turn.
"Have you been just like this?" His tone gives nothing away. If anything, Rain sounds...bored. "On your knees for me?"
Again, Mountain nods. Rain hums once more, that same sound of almost dismissive contemplation. He brings both hands up, idly twists one of his rings, and the rustle of his shirt brings with it the scent of the lake on a summer evening. It's accompanied by a waft of spiced woodsmoke, and Mountain knows exactly who had been busy fucking up Rain's perfect skin.
"Are you growling?"
Mountain mutes himself immediately - he hadn't even realized he'd started. He didn't mean to, he swears it, but even if he were allowed to speak he knows Rain wouldn't want to hear it. He chews on the inside of his cheek and hopes his remorse is evident in the way his shoulders sag just a hair.
"Let me guess," Rain lilts, reaching out to fiddle with a loose lock of auburn hair by Mountain's ear. Even the ghost of his touch is electric. "You need me."
He makes it sound like a taunt, and Mountain's stomach burns. He nods again, slow and deliberate. Squares his shoulders again before Rain can chide him for his posture. The other ghoul huffs out a sigh.
"How pathetic," he chides, and oh does it sting. "Sitting here for hours when you could have been making yourself useful."
Long fingers cup his jaw and Mountain lets his gaze be guided upward. He finds Rain watching him with mirthless cerulean eyes, his mouth set in a hard line. Mountain gulps even as his cock throbs, and before he can stop himself,
"I'm sorry -"
He hears the slap before he feels it, a sharp backhand that makes his head spin and his chest tight. The sting hits soon enough and Mountain bites his lip, hoping to draw blood that he can offer in penance. Rain grips his chin in that same cruel hand, guides him back, and Mountain can already feel the fuzz creeping into the edges of his mind with the look on his stunning face.
"Lucifer, you're pathetic," Rain scoffs, dragging his other hand through his own stylishly disheveled curls. "And here I thought you were going to be good for me."
I will, Mountain wants to scream. I'll be good, I'll be so good, please -
"I suppose I'll just have to put you in your place."
Mountain can't help the way his eyes slip shut at the merciless tilt to Rain's voice. The one he only uses when he can tell exactly what sort of cruelty Mountain craves, when he wants to belittle and shame. It settles heavy in his gut, makes him just dizzy enough that Rain has to give him a little shake to bring him back.
"Eyes on me," he orders, and it's an easy command to obey. Mountain may be edging towards hazy, but focusing on Rain keeps him grounded enough to maintain his pose. The hand on his jaw threads into his hair instead, grips a nice handful. "Show me your tongue."
Mountain does - of course he does - despite how dry his mouth feels. He opens wide and lets that pink appendage hang down over his chin. Rain's hum carries more weight now, the slightest hint of approval enough to make Mountain throb. Rain yanks him back by the hair, makes him suck air through his nose, and leans over him, eyes sparkling.
"You look thirsty."
Mountain can't hold back the groan that bubbles up in his chest when Rain spits directly onto his tongue.
"Don't you dare swallow," Rain threatens before Mountain can so much as move his tongue. He wasn't going to. He knows better.
It's tempting anyway.
He curls his tongue instead, makes a nice little home for Rain's generous gift. Rain releases his head with a derisive snicker, standing back with his arms crossed.
"I think you enjoyed that a little too much," he admonishes, eyes squarely fixed on the wet spot Mountain can feel on his thigh. Less than an inch from the head of his sore, ignored cock.
He's so hard. Always is, for this. Rain probably won't even let him cum, if experience tells him anything - or maybe he'll make him cum over and over until he's empty and weeping. Either way, the suffering is what matters.
Mountain twitches when the toe of Rain's boot presses into his thigh, a hair's breadth from his throbbing length, and it's work not to swallow the mess on his tongue.
"Someone's excited," he taunts, nudging the swollen ridge of the head less than gently. Mountain gives a fervent nod. "You were messy before I even walked in, weren't you?"
He applies more pressure and Mountain pitches forward just enough to accidentally drool Rain's spit onto his own shirt.
Oh shit.
Rain's next slap is expected, and somehow all the worse for it. Same cheek, same hand. It cracks through the room with a sick echo, and Mountain tastes iron.
"Useless," Rain sneers, unceremoniously shoving two fingers into Mountain's mouth to wrench out a gag. When he pulls them back they're tinted pink, and watching Rain lick up his blood and saliva makes every inch of him sing. "All you're good for is making messes, isn't it?"
Mountain sniffles, eyes wet at the corners, and nods. Rain rolls his eyes.
"Use your words," he says as though Mountain is very stupid. His cock spits against his thigh.
"S-sorry Rain, I didn't -"
"Sorry who?"
Mountain shudders.
"I'm s-sorry, Sir," he breathes, shaking his head. "I didn't mean to make a mess, I -"
"Liar," Rain interrupts, and Mountain gives him a bewildered look. "I know you came here because you want to be a wet, filthy mess."
Mountain can't stop staring up at him. He doesn't want to.
"In fact," Rain croons, reaching for his belt, "I think you want me to make you one."
His intention is clear as crystal, and the moment it settles into Mountain's skin he bites his tongue. He swallows thickly, trying his best not to sway as he watches Rain slip his belt from its loops and toss it aside. Silently, Mountain hopes Rain plans to use it on him later. He grips his own arms tight behind his back while the other ghoul unzips, every inch of him twitchy and quivering in anticipation.
"What do you say?" Rain asks, low and sultry over the splash of his own piss.
Rain's only half hard when he pulls himself out, maybe less, but it doesn't matter - any time he gets to see Rain's cock is a blessing, as far as Mountain is concerned. Rain gives himself a few languid strokes, pushes and pulls his foreskin the way he knows Mountain likes best. Makes him drool. He fattens up so quick, gets nice and stiff right where Mountain can see but can't touch. Anyone else would want to stay soft for this, but Rain?
Well, there are advantages to being a water ghoul.
Rain cants his hips just enough to slap the head against Mountain's cheek once, twice, three times. Enough to leak a little bead of pre and leave a sticky spot behind.
"Say please," he commands. Mountain feels so very dizzy.
"Please," he manages to slur, barely a whisper. Rain snorts.
"Say it properly," he smears the tip over Mountain's lips just because he can, and Mountain's eyes roll back at the scent of him.
"Please, Sir," he breathes, staring up with heavy lidded eyes, "please...please get me wet. Get me messy."
Rain offers an unkind smirk, milks out one more bead of pre that slides onto Mountain's lip. He doesn't lick it up. Hasn't been told he's allowed. Rain pulls back, takes a deep breath, and aims.
"Whore."
The first drops hit Mountain's knee, impossibly hot, and then a perfect golden arc hits him square in the chest. It forces a wave of the deepest sort of shame through him, makes his stomach flip and his balls tighten up. Mountain gasps when it really starts to soak in, and he can feel real tears gathering in his lashes when Rain smiles down at him.
"Th-thank you, Sir," Mountain gasps, fighting every muscle in his core that's trying to make him pitch forward. "Thank you."
Rain hums, pleased, directing the stream wherever he likes until Mountain's shirt is well and truly drenched. He feels like he's burning from the inside out, like his brain is leaking out onto his thigh and soaking into stained denim. He's panting by the time Rain's done, watching in a daze as he pushes out the last few squirts, lets it dribble out to speckle Mountain's thighs.
"Open," he orders, and like the good boy he is, Mountain does.
Rain shoves his still-leaking cock down his throat with no hesitation, and Mountain chokes on it just enough for the tears caught in his lashes to track down his cheeks. Rain purrs, smearing them all over with mean thumbs.
"Gonna put this mouth to good use," he drawls, "and you're gonna take it."
The way he says it is completely at odds with the punishing pace he sets. Brutal thrusts that stab at the back of Mountain's throat, sure to leave a bruise. Every one answers the call of that singular ache, and in no time at all he's floating. Lost in the gross, wet sound of Rain taking his pleasure and the slap of his balls against his chin.
Maybe later Rain will sit on his face and he can well and truly drown.
Mountain hopes he does.
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forlorn-crows · 17 days
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How's about kiss #19 with mountrain? ♡
#19 . . . for luck
“This is new for many of us. Including myself. But let’s give them a fucking good show, eh?”
Copia finishes his speech by sticking his fist in the middle of the circle. Each of the ghouls taps his gloved knuckles with their own, a silent gesture of solidarity. Copia smiles, clapping his hands together. “Let’s do it!”
Mountain glances over at Rain, head hanging low and peaked shoulders of his jacket drooping forward. 
“Hey—” Mountain taps Rain’s arm gently with the tips of his drumsticks as they break away from the group huddle. “You’re gonna do great, tadpole,” he stage whispers. 
The water ghoul takes his bass from a nearby tech and slings it over his shoulder, fingers immediately fiddling with the picks tucked under the pickguard. Miming out tabs with the other. Mountain can’t see the way his eyebrows furrow behind the mask, forcing himself to focus despite the first show jitters.
“Nervous,” Rain huffs after a handful of seconds. “What if they don’t like me?” 
Mountain shakes his head. “I know they’ll love you.” He pulls down his balaclava so he can see his sly smile. “Plus, you look good in the outfit. Who’d be mad at that?”
Rain rolls his eyes, but a sliver of his bottom lip shows over his own covering as he bites back a smile. He nods. The grin fades when he glances past the wings at the stage, though, bathed in only the ultraviolet hue of the working lights. Eerily empty, jagged at the corners. 
“Tadpole.” Rain jumps a little at the earth ghoul’s voice, shaken out of his daze. Mountain’s arm loops around his waist, and he knocks their fake horns together sweetly. “You’ll be by me, remember? I’ve got you.”
The water ghoul looks at him, glamoured baby blue eyes looking back at him with fondness and promise. “Okay,” he mouths more than speaks. 
Mountain smiles then. “C’mere.” He pulls at Rain’s balaclava, tugging him closer and pulling it off his mouth at the same time. When their lips meet, he sinks into it, melting into the warm hand cradling his jaw. Gripping onto Mountain’s shirtsleeve like he might lose him if he doesn’t. 
The kiss is tender, but brief. A moment of calm in the sudden whirlwind of bodies around them. Rain doesn’t want it to end, but he knows it has to. 
“For luck,” Mountain says when he pulls away. He rights Rain’s balaclava, and then his own.
As if on queue, the droning synth of Ashes rumbles through the sound system, reverberating through the butterflies in his chest and sending a zing of anticipation down his spine. There’s a flurry of movement as everyone migrates to places, mumbles of directions to sound and lighting, microphones being checked and double checked by black-sneakered techs. Less than forty seconds to go. Dew silently squeezes past them and takes his place downstage left, head bowing low with arms tucked behind his back. Cumulus squeezes both their shoulders as she passes, bouncing on the balls of her little heels, giddy and ready to go.
And yet beside him, Mountain is still and unbothered, much like his namesake. Tenured into his role and his routines. 
As soon as the children's nursery rhyme begins to echo across the auditorium, the earth ghoul grabs his hand. Tips his head towards the stairs upstage right and starts to move. 
“Come along, darling. Let’s show them what you’ve got.”
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riconas · 9 months
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rico, i must request my boys from you. mountain/rain, can u make them messy for me pls 🙏🙏
fuck yeah water ghoul slip n slide
tags: edging, orgasm denial, hyperspermia, so much cum you guys i do not even know how to tell you how much cum we are dealing with here
nsfw under the cut!
“Oh,” Rain moans, as another spurt of pre splatters onto his stomach. “Mountain, c’mon. Not fair.” 
“Life is unfair,” Mountain agrees. Propped on one elbow, stretched out beside Rain’s quivering body, he’s got the best view in the world. He drags a finger up the underside of Rain’s cock, watching it twitch. So sensitive. 
Rain sniffles. “How many more?”
“Haven’t decided.” He’s so messy. So wet. Absolutely covered in his own pre, covered in Mountain’s cum. It pools in the dip of his navel, in the creases of his hips. Mountain had made Rain jerk him off first, just to taunt him. Just to show him what he was missing.
Now he closes his fingers around the tip of Rain’s cock, teasing. Drags his loose fist up and down, nothing more than a brush of skin on skin. Barely any contact, but Mountain is sure Rain’s worked up enough that he could probably cum from that alone. 
That’s a plan for another day. 
Another glob of pre squeezes out of his slit. Mountain gathers it up onto his fingertips and smears it across Rain’s twitching stomach. He's been at it long enough that the smaller splatters have begun to dry, thick and tacky. It’ll be a pain to clean up later. 
“Mount,” Rain whines, and Mountain takes his hand away as that blushing cock twitches valiantly. Rain’s hips twitch right there with it, a sad little motion that has Mountain laying a palm on his thigh to soothe him. 
(He’d normally lay that palm on Rain’s stomach, but he doesn’t feel like getting sticky handprints all over everything.) 
“That looked close.”
Rain whimpers, miserable, fingers digging creases into the sheets. “It was.”
“How close?” Mountain takes the tip of Rain’s cock between his thumb and index finger, rubbing up and down. He’s really hard. It’s got to hurt. 
“Really close,” Rain gasps. 
Mountain doesn’t know why Rain does this to himself, really. Kinky little masochist. He grabs Rain’s cock and squeezes the base nice and tight, and Rain throws his head back, hitting the pillow with a muffled thump. 
“You're horrible,” Rain groans. “I wanna cum.”
“I know.”
“Let me cum.”
“Nope.” Mountain uses a finger to press Rain’s cock against his stomach, into the puddle of sticky white fluid. It springs back up when he lets go, and a string of pre follows, stretching upwards in a milky white line. “So wet,” he says lovingly. 
“Could be wetter,” Rain grits out. “If you weren’t being an ass.”
“Mm-hm.” He does it again, admiring the way it glistens in the soft light of his bedroom, and he swears Rain arches his back a little this time, bony shoulders pressing dents into the mattress. 
“What will you do?”
Rain blinks stupidly up at him. “Huh?”
“Can’t think now, can you?” Mountain slaps one of his nipples, gentle and playful. Again, no force, but Rain shudders all the same. “What will you do for me? If I let you cum?”
“Anything,” Rain says immediately. 
Mountain smiles. It’s always a fun question to ask, because Rain tends to forget what he says when he’s horny. Anything includes doing this again. 
“Promise?”
“I swear! Please, come on, let me—”
Mountain holds out his pinky, just for good measure, and he has to hold in a laugh at how desperately Rain links his pinky with Mountain’s, thumb-to-thumb.
“Okay,” he laughs, lacing his sticky fingers with Rain’s trembling ones. “Okay, you can cum. I’m sorry, tadpole. I’m sorry I made you wait.” He wraps his fingers around Rain’s dick, feels it drool even more slick. Gives it a little twist this time, just the way Rain likes it. 
“Promise you won’t stop,” Rain gasps, and Mountain does feel a little bit guilty. Like he’s broken Rain’s trust, or something—which he has, he supposes, but still. Guilty. 
He leans in to press their lips together, more to shut himself up than Rain. Rain whines into it, lips parting automatically, and Mountain gives him one cursory lick before pulling away. 
“Do you really need my hand?” he asks, and the way Rain’s face twists in despair has him regretting it immediately. 
Not sounding very threatening, Rain hisses, “I will drown your plants.”
That’s yes, then. 
“Please don’t do that,” Mountain says gently. 
“Gonna cum,” Rain chokes out, and Mountain doesn’t stop this time, just keeps jacking him until he’s squirting thick, hot ropes all over himself, all over Mountain’s hand, hips jerking into his fist. His stomach gets drenched with it, the sheets thoroughly soaked with the excess dripping over the sides of his waist. There’s so much, an honest-to-Satan impossible amount. A fucking sea of cum, Mountain swears. 
Rain’s got a hand thrown over his face, hiding himself, but Mountain can see the way he’s biting on his lower lip, and decides he wants to see the rest, too. He knocks that hand away, so Rain has no choice but to look at him with those wide, wet eyes, tears of overwhelm threatening to spill over. 
“Good?” he asks, and Rain manages a tiny nod. “Play with it,” and Rain brings a quivering hand to his stomach, dips his fingers into the mess. Something like wonder in his eyes as he holds his hand to the light, watches it glisten.
Mountain can’t resist. He leans in and takes Rain’s fingers into his mouth, tasting him, tasting them. He groans, stroking Rain even faster, like he’s trying to milk even more out of him. Rain pushes him away. 
“No more, please,” he whispers, so Mountain wipes his hand on the sheets, brushes Rain’s hair out of his eyes. That’s all he manages before Rain’s eyes are slipping shut. Straight to the post-orgasm snooze. 
“You made a mess,” Mountain says softly. He dips a finger into the splatters of cum on Rain’s chest, tracing it around his nipples, along the lines of his ribs. Playing with it. Making it worse. “Better clean it up.” 
Rain just nods, beyond words. His head lolls to the side, and all Mountain can see of his eyes are two dark slivers of blue, shining with unshed tears. 
“M’tired,” he says absently, still not quite there. “Feed it to me.” 
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1nfestissumam · 3 months
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Something something Rain hanging out with Mountain in the common room and he's so comfortable and all cuddled up beside him and they get up to get something to drink and collapse on the floor like a napkin and Mountain absolutely FREAKS.
like, he's checking his pulse and asking how many fingers he's holding up and all.
(Rain is fine, they just fell.)
(Spoiler: it ends with them cuddling again and Mountain getting Rain anything he wants. He doesn't leave the couch til the next morning because Mountain is providing everything and what need is there to move when you have a big sweet earth ghoul loving on you for 13 hours straight?)
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belle--ofthebrawl · 4 months
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Let It Percolate
Pairing: Mountain/Rain
Rating: General for now, no plans for smut but it might go up if someone cracks a dirty joke down the line.
Tags: Coffeeshop Au (kind of), Mystery, Fluff, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, Bad Coffee Good Vibes.
Summary: Mountain's promotion to Head Gardener of the Abbey comes with much responsibility. He turns to a journal left by Pebble, his predecessor, in hopes of any advice he can find in the notes.
Downside: Pebble wrote everything in code because she is, forever and always, somebody with too many secrets.
Plus side: The cute new water ghoul working at the Abbey coffeeshop is willing to help Mountain solve it.
(Author's Note: I just want a low stakes mystery fic to take a break from the bump and grind of my usual writing. I don't know how fast this will update.)
Mountain had heard mixed reviews about the little cafe the Abbey had on grounds. Beautiful to be sure, with a view of the gardens on one side with the river that meandered through it leading to the lake on the other. It was quaint, it was clean, it had little shines to various demons where one could pay a small fee and have a prayer candle lit. The study group that met there every Sunday evening would include the request in their adjourning blessings. Food was good. 
But sometimes the coffee was bad and that wasn’t great for something purporting itself to be a coffeeshop.
“There are other drinks, you know.” Zephyr had told him when he asked them about a quiet place to study. He’d been promoted to Head Gardener after Pebble’s sudden resignation and was both anxious and excited to leaf through his predecessor’s scrawled secrets from her journal. “Get the Earl Grey Tea with lavender honey syrup.”
“Sounds sweet.” Mountain tended more towards bitter flavors, plain teas and unadulterated coffees. He didn’t consider himself a purist or anything; he just didn’t want to feel like his tongue was coated in sugar after a few sips.
“Then get the coffee and suffer.” Zephyr replied, unsympathetic to Mountain’s plight.
So here he was. Drinking coffee that had definitely sat for too long and staring in utter confusion at the scrawl of Peb’s research notes. Pebble had had some of the most steady and gentle hands  Mountain has ever seen; able to carefully coax even the most delicate of sprouts up through the dirt, combing apart stuck together fronds, carefully scraping off parasites and re rooting even the most fussiest of growings.  But delicate work did not mean delicate writing. Pebble had a heavy hand with her pen, tearing through the paper as she’d written in such a godawful, looping shorthand that it gave Mountain a headache to even think about. 
“Why the shorthand?” he asked the tabletop. The scratches in the surface did not yield up any clues despite being more legible. “It’s not like the Vatican is trying to steal the secrets of our perennials.”  He took a sip of his coffee and gagged. Right. It was bad.  His eyes jumped from tabletop to beverage.  He’d paid a fair price for it but it wasn’t like that was an excuse to be terrible.  He glanced over to the counter, where he’d given his order to a new looking air ghoulette.  He liked her, Cumulus.  It was easy to order from her, with her big dimpled smile and the way she called him “honey” like it was the most natural thing in the world.
But instead of Cumulus, it was a solemn looking water ghoul and Mountain’s heart stopped in its tracks.  He didn’t know Rain worked at the cafe as well. And if sensing the thought of his name, the water ghoul looked up from where he was wiping down some counter space over to Mountain. Mountain immediately looked back down at his work and proceeded to have an internal screaming fit.  When he dared to peek up again, Rain was completely absorbed in the task of refilling a hand sanitizer bottle.  His gorgeous blue-black hair was tied up in a messy bun at the nape of his neck with a few strands escaping to curl slyly around his ear. He tucked them back with an absent-minded hand that looked far too elegant for such a simple gesture.
Mountain ducked his head again and stared at the dirt under his fingernails. It was the precise shade of the coffee he’d been so grumpy about.  Would Rain judge him for it if he went up to order something new? His hair was pulled back carelessly, unkempt and dirty from his morning spent in Pebble’s office, going through something that could politely be called “messy” (Zephyr) and rudely called “A Fucking Hoarder’s Trove” (Mist).  The only saving grace was that he hadn’t touched her fertilizer collection yet and had deemed his smell acceptable enough to hunker down in a private corner for a few hours. If he’d known Rain was going to be here, he definitely would have showered.  Maybe stolen some of Zephyr’s nice soap instead of using his usual 5-in-1.
Trapped between a terrible drink and a terrible appearance, unwilling to give up and run away, Mountain stood. Grabbed his cup and made his way towards the register where the love of his life awaited, resting his elbows on the countertop and looking bored as all get-out.
(Zephyr had once said a crush was merely a lack of information. Mountain had silently pulled up Rain’s  ID picture on the inter-Ministry online portal site and angled his laptop so Zephyr could see.
“Ah.” They’d said wisely after a few moments. “My friend, you are fucked.”)
Rain looked like he was napping, but his beautiful eyes opened and focused on Mountain as the earth ghoul came to a halt in front of the counter. His eyes were the deep shade of blue Mountain had only ever seen on late august afternoons, under a hot summer sun with not a cloud to be seen. They were the blue of an incredible vast expense, an ocean that threatened to swallow him whole and leave no trace behind if Mountain dared to get lost in them.
“Hi.” Rain said flatly, sounding as bored as he looked. “How can I help you?”
Mountain cleared his throat, unwilling for his voice to break on the first words he’d ever spoken to the water. Rain’s impossibly gorgeous eyes went from his face to his mug.
“Oh.” he said, straightening up. “Coffee sucks, huh?”
Mountain nodded.
“Sorry.” He said with a shrug, hand out to take it. “Is there anything besides coffee you want?”
“Uh…”Mountain nervously scanned the menu as Rain’s cool fingers brushed his and hoped his shudder wasn’t too obvious. He had no idea what to order besides plain black coffee. “The…chai.”
“Sure.” Rain said nonchalantly, putting the mug through the dirty dish conveyor. “Dirty?”
“My name is Mountain.” He said in confusion. His hands went behind his back to hide his nails and rub over the space where Rain touched him and tried to ignore the stab of hurt through his heart. He knew he should have showered!
“Wh-” Rain started and frowned. “Not you. Dirty chai is a drink. With espresso.”
“Isn’t that coffee?” Mountain hesitantly asked. Rain paused.
“I’m just going to get the water.” he said with a sigh. “Just go sit down, I’ll have it out in a minute.”
“Okay.” Mountain said, still confused. He went back to his seat. He stared at Pebble’s journal.  He felt his phone buzz. Glancing at it revealed a message notification from Zephyr, asking how things were going.
Mountain: :( 
Zephyr: ?
Mountain: rain
Zephyr: !
Bubbles popped up indicating the other ghoul was typing out more than just alarmed punctuation but at that very moment, Rain was making his way to Mountain’s little corner with a steaming mug on a tray. A warm blend of comforting spices hit his nose when the cup was set down and Rain tucked the tray against his side.
“Anything else?” He asked. “I’m supposed to sell the scones today since they’re nearly stale.”
“No thank you.” Mountain said politely. “Unless they're blueberry?”
“Cranberry.” Rain said with an odd little one shouldered shrug. “Think blueberry muffins are next week's thing though. I’d have to check.”
Rain then proceeded to not so subtly stare at Pebble’s journal. It was hard not to, given that it was the only other thing on the table. Calling it a book would be an injustice; this was a true tome, bound in ancient leather with thick creamy pages full of her bizarrely written notes and diagrams. Mountain tugged it towards himself protectively, but not overly so. 
“Sorry.” Rain said, the hand not holding his tray going to fiddle with his necklace. Mountain wondered if he picked out the silver chain by himself or if someone had given it to him. “That just looks cool. Did you find it in the library?”
“No.” Mountain said, feeling part of the protective knot in his heart loosen just a bit. Pebble had been…strange, to say the least. Even now with her retirement, he was loathe to risk any part of her being mocked. “I…I’m the Head Gardener now and this is just notes from the ghoul who had the job before me.” 
A pause as they both looked at the mess of ink on the page masquerading as writing.
“I think.” Mountain finished. “It's really hard to read.”
“Oh, congratulations.” Rain said, sounding genuine. “May I see it? It's just that I can read now, and I like looking at different ways of writing.”
“Oh, yeah, sure.” Mountain said, scotting his chair away so Rain had enough room to bend over the table. “Uh, congrats on reading?”
It sounded awkward and forced even to his own ears but Rain seemed pleased, giving Mountain a small smile.
“Some of the older water ghouls say it's unnatural and we should stick to our songs but we aren't in Hell anymore. I like singing stories as much as the next, but I also really like to be quiet too, you know?”
A joke. Rain is joking with him.
“I like being quiet too.” Mountain replied quickly and as casually as he could, put his hand over his mouth so he could stop putting his foot in it.
But Rain just gave a soft little chuckle and kept studying the journal. So Mountain studied Rain. This was the first time he'd been so close to the water ghoul. Every detail needed to be committed to memory  to recount to Zephyr later that day. The angle of his jaw, the slight hump to his nose. He had three piercings in his left ear, plain little studs in silver. His scent, tangy and tickling in Mountain's nose like grapefruit. It was actually very tingling. He was going to sneeze. He sniffed, scrunching his nose, and prayed he wouldn't.
“Yeah, I’d make that face too.” Rain said, choosing that precise moment to look back at Mountain. “What is this, shorthand? Looks like shorthand.”
Mountain slumped his chair.  
“I can't read it.” He confessed, since he was already doomed. “I thought I would be able to but it's just so…ugh.” He blew air out in a frustrated puff
“Incomprehensible.” Rain finished, pushing the journal back towards him.”Why don't you ask her about it?”
“Can't find her.” And Mountain had tried. But Pebble was a cagey, secretive ghoul to begin with and had been around since the first stone of the Abbey was laid. She wouldn't be found until she damn well wanted to be found.
Rain hummed.
“Do you want help? I like puzzles.”
He liked puzzles. Mountain was bombarded with the mental image of the two of them in winter huddled over a large table, draped in blankets as a fire roared and the light made Rain’s skin glow. They’d hunt for pieces of an enormous jigsaw, working on their own slices individually until the whole picture could be seen and maybe, just maybe, they’d kiss when it was solved.
“I would appreciate that very much.” Mountain said earnestly. He finally took a sip of the chai as Rain went back to looking at the journal and the warmth that spread through him had nothing to do with the drink in the slightest.
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voiidghoull · 10 months
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them. that's all i have to say
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gayrickgrimes · 11 months
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i believe you are a person who’s written autistic rain before. could you write about rain being brought down from sensory overload or a general autism based breakdown by one (or more) of the other ghouls?
oh autistic rain is so real and special to me
This happens more often than he’d like to admit. Rituals are loud, and Rain loves performing, he adores the attention the crowd showers him in during his songs— the extra bassy ones— but sometimes it’s just too much.
The second he gets off stage after bows, he rushes off to the green room, already hyperventilating. He can still hear the crowd cheering and it’s no longer a sound he likes. It pierces his ears sharply and the feeling of a migrane itches at the edge of his mind. Worse yet, his joints ache. They always do after a ritual, but this is just another addition to a growing problem.
He tears the mask and balaclava from his face, careless of where they land, and curls himself into a small, shaking ball, covering his ears. His glamor is slipping and he should be worried about it, but to let it all down now would be so relieving he considers it for longer than he should.
The door creaks on its way open and Rain goes rigid, terrified that he’s somehow in trouble, that they weren’t done with bows yet and he has go back out there to face the audience again. Everything feels so sharp. Even his uniform is scratchy, heavy, and hot.
“Rain?”
Sharp blue eyes dart around the room and land on Mountain and Sunshine, standing in the doorway, both wearing equally concerned expressions. Rain chokes on his words and just… sobs.
“Rainbow,” Sunshine soothes, rushing to his side but not touching him, not until he says it’s okay. “What happened? You were doing so great out there…”
“Too loud,” he spits, his tongue feeling too heavy, “too bright. Too much. I don’t know.” His voice rattles around and he sounds so small, tired.
Mountain comes into his field of view again with an armful of clothes, no doubt some of them being his own instead of Rain’s. He kneels with a groan, still soaked in sweat and definitely suffering from his own fatigue. “Can I touch you?” He asks softly, passing off the clothes to Sunshine.
“Only… only a little.”
Rain chirps when Mountain tucks his hair behind his ear, then cradles his face, “Tell me what you need, water lily. Whatever it is.”
Well, that’s the dilemma isn’t it. Rain doesn’t know what he needs. He wants to curl up safe in Mountain’s arms and let the earth and multi ghoulette pamper him, but— he just sobs harder. He probably looks gross; snot pouring from his nose, red rimmed eyes that can’t seem to stop crying.
“It’s okay, Rainy. Do you want to get your uniform off, first?” Sunny leans in closer, head tilted and curls bouncing, “I’m not very good at this, but I wanna help.”
Rain takes a moment. His breathing evens out, just a bit, and the world comes down to just the three of them— which is about as much as he can handle right now. He nods, wiping his wet eyes on the poet-sleeved shirt
“Okay, I’m gonna unbuckle your vest now?” It should be a statement, but Sunny asks it like a question, and for that Rain couldn’t be more grateful. He nods again and her hands get to work, slowly unclasping each buckle until she can pull it off. “What’s making you the most uncomfortable?”
Before she even finishes the sentence, Mountain is pulling Rain’s boots off with practiced ease, both because of how often he takes his own off, and because this has unfortunately happened before. He offers Rain soft words of comfort under his breath and the water ghoul visibly calms down, kicking the second boot off.
“I can… take off my own shirt,” he murmurs as his shaky hands begin to work at the buttons, one at a time until he can shimmy his way out of the thing. Sunshine kisses his head and beams at him, a silent praise.
In the end, he leaves his pants on. They don’t bother him much. But he changes into one of Mountain’s shirts and curls into the earth ghoul’s side, finally coming down from the panic. He always feels so small like this. Even Sunny feels too big next to him.
He’s certain they won’t leave his side all night.
It’s proven when they file into the tour bus and he ends up squished comfortingly between them on a bunk.
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st-danger · 9 months
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Have you caught the sub!Mountain brain rot?? Please, i am so unwell with it and i'd love to hear your thoughts about him, especially any you have about him and dom!Dewdrop because that pair has me levitating every time.
Mountain is usually a sub. Even when he's topping. What's the opposite of a power bottom?? A weak top?????? I do not know, but I DO KNOW HE IS THAT.
He's a talker. Gets right in Dew's ear when he's fucking him the way Dew tells him to, or pleads really nice if Rain wants to hear him beg.
Very into and willing to body worship and I know what you think I mean here but NOT JUST FEET OKAY the WHOLE BODY. Dew wants his chest toyed with until he's quivering and his cock's so hard he's gonna die if it doesn't get touched? Absolutely. Aether wants to be massaged and grabbed and told how strong and soft he is? Of course! Rain wants him on the floor so he can sit on the edge of the bed and shove his feet in Mountain's face and tell him to convince him why he deserve the chance to let Rain make him cum? Yeah buddy.
Dom doesn't always mean cruel, and while Dew can be mean, it's just as effective to tell Mountain he's good and sweet and if he wants to take Dew's entire hand wants to cum, he's going to really have to prove he can make it worth his while, isn't he? A hand in the back of his hair, pulling that freckled, lovely face to his lap so he can grind against Mountain's face all slow and dirty and tell him to be real messy about all of it.
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fireflyghoul · 5 months
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Just some thoughts I had in the morning...
It's winter and Regressed Rain is freezing, so he wants to drink a hot chocolate. But he's too little, to do it himself and when he's in the kitchen and isn't able to make himself a hot chocolate, he starts to cry.
After a few minutes Mountain comes in and finds Rain crying in front of the stove with his favorite plushie in his arms. He's immediately by his side to find the issue and comfort him.
Then he makes Rain a hot chocolate and they cuddle up together in the commons on the couch. Mountain reads out a book to him, while Rain is curled up on his lap, with his plushie and sipping the hot chocolate.
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ramblingoak · 1 month
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Mountain uses reading glasses and the first time Rain stays over and sees him in them he walks into a door.
Edit: oops I wrote it: Picking Out Tulips
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papaslittlesunshine · 6 months
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On the Edge
Please remember to go (say thank you to) and grab the list from @kroas-adtam if you want to play along or just ready yourself for what is coming. It might just be you, who knows.
Here's my Kinktober Day 8, Edging/Bondage featuring some Mountain x Rain. I couldn't decide which way to go with this so I did both. Go feast.
Below or on AO3
He’s been cuffed to the headboard for a while now. 
Completely at the mercy of Rain. 
He’s been brought to the brink so many times he’s lost count.
Covered in a sheen of sweat, flushed from the tips of his ears right down his chest.
Naked, and harder than he can ever remember being. 
Rain is currently laid between his legs, doing absolutely unholy things with his tongue, dipping inside of Mountain’s rim, lapping at his balls, licking up the veins on the side of his cock. Everything but taking it into his mouth. 
Everything but making him cum. 
He’s so frustrated.
So on the edge he thinks he might combust. 
If its even possible for a literal hellspawn to do. 
When Rain slips a finger inside, he bows up off the bed, cock kicking against his belly where it’s been turning amazing shades of purple, drooling pre into his happy trail, his fur impossibly sticky and dried and crusty. 
He’d beg but it’s pointless with Rain. 
When Rain gets like this, he takes his time.  It doesn’t matter what Mountain wants. 
He sobs a little gasp as Rain feels him tighten up and slips his finger out, leaving Mountain clenching against nothing, back at the edge he’s been teetering on for so long. 
“Fuck.” he whines. A pitiful sound, anyone else would have taken pity on him by now and fucked him into next week. 
Or let him cum. 
But this, this is torture. 
Rain moves to sit on his hips, pressing their cocks together, as Mountain groans, leaning forward to lick the tears off his face, the slide of his length against Mountain’s, coating them in his slick, pressing together, but not nearly enough pressure to do anything more than slide around. 
It feels good. Better than it should, considering. 
He raises his hips in a desperate attempt to drag some friction out of this position. 
Rain’s fangs drag across his neck. A warning. 
He stills as much as he can in this position, letting Rain touch, taste, tease. 
His hands tug at the restraints, wanting nothing more than to touch Rain, to pull him into his body and let him climb on and ride, or fuck him into the mattress. 
He doesn’t care, he just needs more. 
Rain is hell bent on edging him to the brink of insanity tonight.
Rain moves off of his hips, and slips off the bed, Mountain staring at his bare ass. Imagining all the things he wants to do later. Gawking at Rain’s cock, also hard, hanging thick between his legs.
Maybe he’s not the only one being edged, he thinks. 
When Rain slips a plug inside Mountain, he growls so deep and so low he’s sure they can hear it down the hall. He thinks he felt the walls rattle. 
The pressure on his insides near unbearable as the heat in his groin spreads.
“Rain. You gotta…” he begs, well beyond the point of caring about the rules.
“Oh baby, I’m going to.” Rain purrs back. His cerulean eyes flashing dangerously in the dim firelight. 
Rain slicks Mountain’s cock with lube and runs his hand up the length of his shaft, swirling across the tip, slippery and cool, but it feels like fire to Mountain. 
He’s burning up with want. With desire for his water ghoul. 
He’s so close. 
Rain’s kept him on edge for so long. 
His eyes jammed closed, positive that watching Rain’s hand wrap around him will be his undoing. 
Rain straddles him again, lines him up and sinks down on his cock, so slowly he thinks he will definitely die. This feels like going through all seven layers of hell, with no respite. 
He opens his eyes, and is met with Rain’s blue eyes locked onto his face. He gasps as Rain seats himself across Mountain’s lap, fully split across his cock.
Every nerve in his body on fire, clenching around the plug deep inside, buried deeper inside Rain.
When Rain moves, he swears he hears angels sing.
A choir of beautiful noise, that he realizes far too late is coming from him.
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