#mountrain

[yesandpeeps]

HEY HI HELLO 💙

I absolutely need to see more of your rain design!!! I am absolutely in love and just have to ask if fanart is allowed as well.

Looking at him has cured me.

Life's good.

Rain with a side of Mountain for you!! I’m glad you enjoy him sm 💌

Fanart?? Of one of MY DESIGNS?? PLEASE! Please if you do, tag or DM it to me so I can see🥺❤️

[v-ternus]

Voyeur

I started thinking of voyeur Rain, and I started thinking about how Rain likes to make his partners wreck themselves on his words alone. Then all of a sudden, I wrote this. Do I have other things I could be working on? Absolutely. But freak Rain demanded to be written.

Under the cut cause this ran away from me and it got long

Sure Rain love's going to pound town as much as the next ghoul, but what if, sometimes, he's content to just watch, to order.

He'll move a chair to the foot of someone's bed, probably Mountain, right in the middle so everything is in view. He'll light candles all throughout the room and start up the fireplace, making it warm, lighting it up in flickering reds and yellows.

He hurries then, rushing out to find Mountain in the common room, and giving him that all too familiar look before leaving just as quickly. As Mountain trails behind him, already filling out in his pants, he cant wait to get his hands on his water ghoul. He's excited, blood running hot through his veins. Until he clicks his door shut behind him and sees the chair in front of his bed.

His stomach drops, knowing the ache that awaits him, he's done this more times than he can remember. He could say no, have the night play out differently just by saying one word. But the way Rain kisses him is sickeningly sweet, and the way his cool hands graze over his skin as he strips him has his brain melting out of his ears. He can never say no.

So he settles himself in the middle of his soft bedding, naked as the day he was summoned, spreading his legs just how Rain asks him to. He shows his aching cock off, letting Rain watch as his cunt clenches around nothing. But he doesn't touch, not yet,. He lays there rolling his hips, squirming as if its going to earn him an friction.

At some point, Rain will grow tired of his pleas and he'll tell him to run his hands over his cunt, get his fingers coated in his mess. If he's feeling particularly nice, he'll let Mountain hold his chubby little cock between his fingers and tell him to stroke it nice and slow.

"Show me," Rain would order, and Mountain would look down at him as he spreads his fingers, watching his slick stretches between them. Rain will chide that he's wetter than a water ghoul.

Mountain never understands how Rain can just sit there watching, looking unbothered with his hands gently rubbing over the armrests.

Even as he listens to the wet noises of Mountain's fingers dipping into his wet cunt, telling him how fast to go or how to curl his fingers and press on that spot that makes him see stars, his face doesn't waver. The only time his demeanor changes is when he tells Mountain to add finger after finger, stretching himself open.

"Just like my hands baby, imagine they're my fingers" He smirks as his mate whines and begs till he's blue in the face, wishing it was Rain who was touching him like this, feeling his soft walls clenching around him.

"Grab the toy Mount" And he's more than happy to, aching for the chance to feel that heavy fullness, until it registers that Rain chose the biggest he owns.

"Rain..." Mountain doesn't think he can take it, not on his own at least, and Rain knows that. But that's part of the fun. He knows how to take Mountain apart whether he's touching him or not.

"Get it in on your own, or I'll make sure you don't cum for a month" Rain gets excited at the fear that spreads across Mountain's face.

"I've got all night"

[mekonfoy]

mountrain gardening anybody?

[miasmaghoul]

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.

[highdefinitions]

rain tweeted this about mountain btw

[1nfestissumam]

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?)

[forlorn-crows]

🜄+🜃

[x]

[spoiledleaff]

Hello! Do you happen to take xReader requests? I would just love to see a ficlet from you where Mountain catches Rain and Reader cuddling in the gardens? They/Them pronouns for the Reader please? and SFW if possible?

I know I'm asking for a lot, so please don't feel like I'm pressuring you! :)

i mean, i've been threatening to delve into the world of /reader fics for quite some time, but i've never actually made true on my threats, unfortunately :') but!! i will tonight!! >:3c

sfw ✿ he/him mountain/rain + they/them gn sibling of sin reader ✿ wc ; 860.

Mountain knows that Rain's been... predictably vacant from the Ministry's hallways, but the earth's sin had just figured that he was napping in between the pews after Mass or getting high at the lakeside. Rain might not be the same... 'level' as Dewdrop, but the water ghoul certainly knows how to shirk the work he simply doesn't want to do.

Luckily for the Ministry, it's only during the more extreme seasons that Rain choses to abandon his duties. Luckily for Mountain, nothing's really happening at this point in time, so Rain's extra hands aren't a necessity for the wellbeing of the Abbey.

It was midday when he caught them, the black ink of their church uniforms clashing dramatically against the vibrant colors of the garden's flowers. It wasn't surprising at all to find Rain curled up in the depths of the gardens, the shade of the gazebo sparing the water's sin from any risk of drying up in the sun's rays. It took a moment, however, for Mountain to find that Rain wasn't alone in his loafing around.

Mountain recognizes the Sibling from the way they wear their uniform: elongated in some traditionally short areas and trimmed shorter where it was once long. He recalls Rain rambling once — after having met the Sibling a couple of times — about how everything they did was just so uniquely them; their uniform included. It drew Rain in, among other things, and Mountain was happy to watch as Rain grew increasingly infatuated with the very existence of the Sibling.

Speaking of, the earth's sin watches as Rain's tail flicks lazily against their ankle, docile barbs brushing against the sliver of exposed skin. There's small pink welt dragging across the bone of their ankle, he notices, and Mountain decides he's going to have to talk to Rain again about human fragility.

Other than that small detail, the sight laid before Mountain is actually quite wholesome. Rain has the poor Sibling practically suffocated in his arms, his mask flattening the grass below them though his balaclava remains secure over his face. His arms are locked tight around the small of the Sibling's back, their arms curled up in the small spaces left between them and the water's sin. Mountain notices how one of their hands is buried deep between the seam of Rain's button-up shirt, one of the golden buttons having been popped free to accommodate the space of their hand.

The Sibling is curled up tight in Rain's chest, so small and human in comparison to the water ghoul's borderline awkward proportions. It's cute, and Mountain can't help but think of how much smaller the Sibling would feel tucked up into his own side.

Well, it's not that he's never thought about it — the way this Sibling in particular would slot so perfectly into his side or the weight of them on his chest — and he knows that they wouldn't mind! Mountain's lost count of how many times he's caught the little creature wrapped up in Dewdrop's arms or faceplanted into Cumulus' chest. Of course, Rain is never too far away from the Sibling, but Mountain knows the water's sin — or any of them for that matter — wouldn't have any issues with sharing.

They've even offered it to him before! All sweet smiles and an outstretched hand, somehow managing to wiggle out of Rain's grasp just enough to brush their fingers against the leather of Mountain's boots. But, alas, Mountain was supposed to have been in Copia's office two minutes prior to your proposal, and the earth's sin had to refuse.

But now? Mountain's finished his chores in the greenhouse, dinner isn't for another hour or so, and there's no gremlin trying to get into his pants with nothing but hot hands and sly smiles, so-

There's nothing stopping the earth's sin from joining the pair.

Just in case, Mountain quietly slinks off to Rain's side of the cuddle pile, watching the steady of rise and fall of both cuddlebugs' chests as he moved. Mountain plops himself down right behind Rain's curled up form, carefully slotting himself behind the water ghoul so as not to disturb neither sin or Sibling. He presses his chest against the hard plane of Rain's back, scrambling to be rid of his own mask before getting too comfortable dozing underneath the gazebo's shade in the company of those he adores. He sets his mask next to Rain's, mindful of the 'clink' the two masks make, before allowing himself to curl up around both Rain and his napping partner.

Mountain purrs quietly as throws one arm above his head and wiggles the other carefully in the open spaces between Rain and the Sibling, quickly finding the lump of their hand underneath Rain's partially unbuttoned shirt. Through the cotton of the fabric, Mountain holds the Sibling's hand, delighting in the way they snuggle closer and press their nose against his knuckles.

Rain's tail stops swishing, and the devious little bastard starts up a purr of his own, taking great pleasure in having lured in another sailor lost at sea with the sirensong promise of a nap in the middle of the day.

[v-ternus]

Im a Hard Pill to Swallow

Mountain cant escape it, but Rain helps him.

~1500 words of angst but there’s alot of comfort in there dont worry. Its got a happy ending 🤠.

This is so self-indulgent and Im definitely not projecting anything onto anyone.

It was a warm day, perfect for having the windows open and the curtains drawn apart— Rain had insisted on having it just so. A gentle breeze was working its way in and the orange tinted light from the sunset casted shadows across his floor. 

Even better, Mountain was tucked into his side resting on his chest. Rain had a hand between his shoulder blades, dragging his fingers back and forth. It wasn't just touching, it was feeling. He flattened his hand against Mountain’s back and felt it rise and fall as he breathed. He felt the calming heat flowing into his usually cold self and the strong muscles that held him up time and time again. He felt his mate, his everything. He was Rain’s soul brought into physical existence. 

The only noise in the room was the sound of their breathing– even and deep, and they were content to spend the next hours like this. 

Moments pass them by and the room darkens, since Rain had forgone switching on the lights in favor of the sunset. The setting is serene, and its pulling Rain into a world of sleep. But the bliss is put on pause when he feels dampness on his chest. He’s just about to look down when he feels Mountain jerk. 

“Mount?” His words are whispered, thinking that the earth ghoul had fallen asleep and was having a nightmare. 

“Sorry, I didnt mean to wake you,” Funny that they both thought the other was asleep. Mountain tries to keep his speech even, but his breath hitched on the last word. Rain brings a hand down onto his cheek and finds it wet. Mountain was in tears. Rain eased himself out from under Mountain to get a better look at him. He cradled his flushed face and worry sank deep in the water ghoul’s gut. 

“I love you Rain,” He choked on the words, and he was just that much closer to well and truly falling apart. He leaned into Rain’s palm hoping it would stifle the pain, but it offered no refuge from his racing mind. 

“I know my lily. I love you too, but you need to tell me what's wrong.” 

Mountain sits up and hangs his head into his own hands. He feels so, so wrong. His hair draped over his face serves to block Rain's view of the tears that won't stop coming. Rain fixes himself up next to Mountain and watches as his shoulders shake with each sob. 

“Im sorry,” The large ghoul sounds so small.

“For what?” Rain couldnt really figure anything out, but he had a feeling of where this was going. Mountain didn't get like this, at least not anymore. 

“I'm not good enough for you.” Mountain heaves again before he lets himself slump down, threading his arms around Rain’s waist and resting on his lap. Rain feels his tears soaking into his pants. He cards his hands through Mountain’s hair and gently scratches his scalp– just to give the aching ghoul something else to feel.

This was Mountain’s one skeleton in the closet– a ghost that's been following him around ever since his summoning day.

As much as everyone hung around him, as much as the pack included him in their lives, he didn't feel like he belonged. He thought he wasnt good enough. Nothing they said could convince him that he was wanted. It was never for a lack of trying, it was just him. He learned to live with the weight— the corner of his mind that was always occupied. Unlovable. Worthless. The words rang through his head on a daily basis.

Then Rain came, and things changed. His summoning day was a date branded in his mind, carved into his heart. The rest of the pack noticed Mountain was different from then on.

He was brighter, lighter and things seemed to get easier. Being around the pack felt more and more natural. Most days, he really felt like he belonged. Rain was always there with a reassuring hand, a pillar for him to cling onto. And in the solemn walls of their rooms? Rain worshiped him, soothed him. Rain was his remedy. He fixed so much of what was wrong, held him together in ways he thought impossible. 

But Mountain never felt like he was giving as good as he got and the thought had its claws around his neck. Sure, he loved Rain, and he tried to show it. He made him special oils and salves for when his hip acted up during tours. When they were back at the abbey, he let himself be boiled alive just to sit with Rain in a hot bath. He’d spend the whole time kneading at his shoulders, working down to his arms and his cramping hands, trying his damndest to soften the aches. He was his first thought when he woke up, and the last thing on his mind before he drifted off to sleep. For Rain, he would burn down the whole abbey as long as it made him happy. 

But Mountain’s twisted mind convinced him that none of it added up to even a fraction of what Rain did for him. He was a burden, only good for exploiting Rain’s adoring heart. All take no give. 

“Mountain—” Rain had run Mountain through these talks before, dozens of times. He would never get tired of them though, he would say the words again and again till he was blue in the face as long as Mountain understood how much love he had to give. 

Rain hoists the large ghoul up, bringing him back to eye level. He swipes his thumbs over his cheeks, attempting to clear them of tears that just keep being replaced. Mountain feels a soft kiss against the top of his head. It made him feel fuzzy since Rain could never reach it normally. 

He feels another kiss to the base of a horn, “You’re always good enough for me,”

Rain’s warm breath ghosts over his skin and he kisses the other horn, “more than good enough.” The words make Mountain shake. They’re always so hard to believe. Mountain keeps his eyes screwed tight because looking at Rain right now would draw out another round of sobs. 

“I know you dont think so, I know you think that you dont do enough for me.” Mountain sniffles and he feels soft lips press over each of his eyes. “But you do and I see your love in everything you do Mount,”

“I love the fire in your eyes in the mornings when I catch you watching as I wake up. Its my own personal sunrise.”

Rain nuzzles his face into Mountain’s, like he’s marking him with his scent. He smells like roses and cut grass and freshly turned soil. He smells like his rich element.

“I love when you come up behind me, wrap your long arms around and bury your head in my shoulder. You warm me up so nice.” He follows up with a kiss to his temple before moving them both back face to face. 

“I love the sound of my name on your tongue, like it was written by whatever god just for you.” He brings their lips together and he feels Mountain relax. The kiss is indulgent, and soft.  They stay like that for awhile, to feel, hoping to bury their taste in the other. 

When Rain breaks it apart, he says words that surprises both of them. He’s always wanted to say them, but of all of their talks, he had never found the courage to. 

“Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself,” Mountain had stopped crying, but he felt fresh tears against his skin. Rain’s breath hitched and he realized he was crying then too. 

“And each day we spend together, the idea feels more and more real. You know me, my flower.” He weaves his hands into Mountain’s hair, tugging gently. It makes Mountain groan.

“You know my wrongs, my failures and darkest pits of my heart. And you love me just the same. You do right by me every moment that we’ve had.” Rain’s hand finds Mountain’s and brings it up over his heart. 

“This is yours, forever. Each beat belongs to you.” 

Mountain clears his throat before leaning in to rest his head against Rain’s. Ok. To others, the word is dismissive, uncaring. But Rain knows that this is his way of sounding his acceptance, it's him trying to let the words sink into that murky corner of his mind. Its Mountain’s turn to wipe the tears from Rain’s face. 

“I know how much you love me.”

The room is dark and a bit cooler. It's not late by any means, but they’re tired. Their talk was heavy. Their eyes are puffy from tears and they’re both wanting rest. 

“Will you hold me?” His voice is more level now and Rain’s heart flips. Always. 

Rain pulls Mountain in for a quick hug, squeezing just right— how he knows Mountain likes. He lets go so they can move back to how they were entwined earlier. Mountain has his ear pressed to Rain’s chest again, listening to his heart beat. 

A long string of I love you’s pour out of his mouth and Rain just drags his hand along Mountain’s back like before. “I know love. I couldn't doubt it if I tried.” 

Mountain falls asleep first and Rain gets to indulge in the sounds of his calm breath and the soft purrs rumbling from his chest. He hopes Mountain dreams of the wide river of his love.

[syringesyrup]

Oh? MOUNTAIN GHOUL?

[iamthecomet]

Rain leg worship in stockings perhaps? 👉👈

UH HUH. UHHH HUH!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS.

almost 1.9k of Rain teasing Mountain and Mountain not being able to resist. Some mention of Mountain's appreciation of feet, but nothing too intense.

Mountain can’t stop looking. No matter how many times he raises his eyes back up to his book they trail back down, over blurring words to the stocking clad feet pressed into his lap and the long legs attached to them.

They’re warm Rain had offered when Mountain asked him about the stockings.. He thought about pushing a little harder–getting a real answer. Reminding Rain that pants are even warmer. That there are blankets. That Mountain isn’t stupid and he knows just how little insulation sheer stockings give. Not like he’s never worn them before. 

He doesn’t say any of it though, because as soon as the words started to build up behind his teeth Rain was dragging his big toe down the seam of Mountain’s jeans. Pressing the warm pads of his toes against the soft swell of his cock. 

And those words were gone. Dried up. Rain was settled into his spot on the couch by then, book open, body leaned back against the arm. 

“Do you like it?,” Rain asks absently and Mountain drags his eyes away from his lap, from the delicate arch of Rain’s feet and the way his toes curl. It takes Mountain a second to realize that Rain is asking about the book, not the feet on his dick. Rain suggested it so Mountain’s been reading it. He looks at the pages again, words swimming. Blood rushing south. 

Mountain clears his throat. “Uh–yeah. I really do.” 

It isn’t a lie, even though right now he can’t recall a single thing about it. He hasn’t turned the page since Rain sat down. All of the characters suddenly seem unfamiliar, English does too. 

Mountain wonders if the stockings are as soft as they look. Or are they the material that gets caught in his callouses, tugs on his skin uncomfortably? He bets they’re silky though. Rain has high standards.. He longs to touch, to find out. To run his finger over the arch of Rain’s foot to make it flex. Up over his calf, behind his knee. Over the soft swell of his calf and under that over-sized shirt that just barely covers everything else of interest. He wonders if Rain’s wearing underwear. If he’s chubbing up. Cock straining against the thin fabric. He wants to glide his hands up, bunch that shirt up around Rain’s waist. Wants to touch. 

“Good. I thought you would.” Rain says, unaffected. “I know you’re not always into fantasy but the characters feel real enough that I thought you’d be into it. I really like Vin.” 

“Me too,” Mountain says softly, absently, eyes drawn back down. He’s fully  hard now, or almost there. Pressing up against the curve of Rain’s foot. Rain knows–has to. Especially with the way he keeps moving, dragging his foot up and down. Rubbing Mountain through his jeans. And Mountain shouldn’t fall for it. He knows his game. Knows every single one of Rain’s games really. Coy, and sly, and always acting unbothered, ignorant. Making  Mountain desperate while he yawns and reads his book and acts bored and talks about the characters like Mountain can think further than the way his cock is twitching against Rain’s toes. 

Mountain’s hot. Sweat pricking at his hairline despite the winter chill. He wants to see Rain’s face. Wants him to lower the book and look at him. Even if he’s faced with disinterest it would be better than this. It takes all of his effort not to rock up against Rain’s foot. To just give in. 

“You ok, Mount?” Rain asks, finally lowering the book just enough for Mountain to see his eyes, cerulean and shrewd. “You seem distracted.” 

Mountain closes his book, tosses it on the coffee table. “Wonder why.” 

Mountain can’t see the way Rain’s mouth quirks up, but he knows him well enough to know it does. He sees it in the way his eyes crinkle in the corners. Knows it by how Rain presses a little harder, rubs a little more deliberately. Mountain digs his teeth into his cheek and fights a gasp, a groan. Fights the urge to hump Rain’s foot and make a mess. 

He’s got his eyes on Rain’s legs now. There’s something about the stockings that make Rain’s shape more obvious. Lithe and muscular. Mountain wants to drag his tongue over the curves. Taste nylon and sweat under his tongue. To bend down and press his lips to the side of Rain’s knee. Hook his teeth into those stockings and pull until they give.

He reaches down and drags his finger over the arch of Rain’s foot, watches it curl in on itself. Watches muscles jump beneath the sheer tights. Sees Rain’s thighs shift, clench. Watches that shudder run all the way through his body. Sees the subtle roll of Rain’s hips against nothing. Doesn’t miss the way a violet blush creeps over his cheeks. 

It’s too much. 

Mountain leans over, grabs Rain’s book. When he tosses it onto the table it misses. Rain makes a noise of protest that Mountain swallows when he presses their mouths together. Hands, finally, finally, sliding up over his legs. 

The fabric is impossibly smooth, buttery beneath his hands. He licks into Rain’s mouth and Rain arches him into him, gasping, mouth opening wider, hips canting up toward Mountain as his fingers climb higher. Over the side of his knee to grab a handful of Rain’s thigh. Flesh dimpling in as Mountain grabs hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck. Mount–hangon. You’re gonna rip them.” 

Mountain eases up as he pulls away, nipping at Rain’s lip just enough to sting. Pressing their horns together. Boxing Rain into the corner of the couch. He dips his head. Grazing fangs over Rain’s jaw, his pulse. The water ghoul gasps beneath him, shuddering as Mountain’s hands slip higher, under the hem of the t-shirt. Thumbs resting in the juncture of his thighs. Feeling the heat pooled there. Smelling salt and sweat and petrichor as he buries his nose in Rain’s collarbone. 

“Stay,” Mountain orders. Rain doesn’t respond, doesn’t nod. But when Mountain pulls away Rain seems to melt further into the couch. Eyes lidded as he watches Mountain lean back into his previous spot. Bracketed by Rain’s legs now, one foot on either side of his hips. 

He curls one big hand around Rain’s ankle. Feeling fine, delicate bones beneath his fingers. Dragging the pads of them over his ankle bone. He lifts Rain’s leg, braces one pretty foot against his shoulder so that when he turns his head his breath fans out over Rain’s leg. 

The nylon has a smell. Chemicals. Not wholly pleasant, but Mountain drags his nose along it anyway. Inhaling as he leans a little further forward. Tongue darting out to taste the plasticine of the tights mingling with Rain’s skin. Mouthing along his calf, up to his knee. Lapping at the crease there.

Rain gasps, head thumping back against the arm of the couch. He throws his arm over his eyes, the other hand digs into the couch. Fingers digging into the plush green cushion for all he’s worth. Mountain watches his knuckles turn white. 

Mountain takes his time. Laving wet spots over the stockings. Sucking marks onto Rain’s thighs through them. Careful not to tear, not to bite. Not yet. Before long he’s laid out between Rain’s legs. Both thighs slung over Mountain’s shoulders. Both of Rain’s hands curled around Mountain’s horns. Holding on tight as Mountain nudges the hem of his t-shirt up higher and higher. Rucking it up over Rain’s hips.

“No underwear?” Mountain rumbles, bending down to nose along the stiff line of Rain’s cock, held tight to his body by the stockings, but hard nonetheless. Curving up toward the waistband. The thin fabric clinging to the head where Rain’s been leaking. 

Rain opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a startled whine when Mountain sucks at the head of his cock. Dragging damp salty fabric into his mouth. Pressing his tongue to the slit. Feeling Rain kick and leak into his mouth. 

“Pretty,” Mountain whispers against Rain’s bulge. Dragging his mouth down the shaft. Bringing a hand up to cup his balls, roll them through his hand. 

“Take it out,” Rain whispers, pleads. “ ‘s too tight.” 

“Does it hurt?” Mountain asks. He presses the flat of his tongue over Rain’s cock. Tasting pre and nylon. Rain’s cock pulses against his tongue. Spits another glob of pre into the stockings that Mountain greedily laps up. Humming as Rain moans. His fingers dig painfully into Mountain’s hair. “Yes. Satanas, Mount. Yes, it hurts. Please. Please.” 

Mountain purrs. Nuzzling his nose against Rain’s twitching cock. Breathing in the scent of Rain’s desperation. He hooks one fang into the stockings. Feels the way they give way beneath his teeth. Splitting the stockings just to the side of Rain’s cock. Dragging them open with his mouth until his lips press against warm, velvet soft skin with no barrier. 

The noise it drags from Rain makes Mountain’s cock kick and spit in his jeans.  Rain’s cock springs free. And Mountain pounces, sucking the head into his mouth. Laving his tongue along the sensitive underside. 

Rain hiccups, breath catching as his hips roll up into Mountain’s mouth. Unable to stop himself now. Cock sliding deeper and deeper into Mountain’s mouth with each little hump. 

“Thank you,” Rain breathes, relieved and pained in the same breath. Leaking like a faucet onto Mountain’s tongue. “Thankyou thankyou–oh—” 

Mountain digs his fingers into Rain’s thigh again, feels his fingers punch through the tights. The fabric running, laddering beneath his fingers and down Rain’s legs. He takes Rain deep, presses his nose to the soft hair at the base of his cock. Allows Rain to hold him there and fuck into his throat. Toes curling against Mountain’s back, still stocking clad. 

“Close,” Rain warns, Mountain just purrs. He slides his hands from Rain’s balls further back to circle his hole. Finding him slick and fluttering. He presses just the tip of his finger in and Rain keens. Rolling his hips to take the digit deeper, to fuck further into Mountain’s throat. 

Rain cums with a broken whine. Hips stuttering. Spilling thick down Mountain’s throat. Body sucking Mountain’s finger in deeper and deeper as he twitches. Clenching and fluttering as Mountain swallows him down. 

Mountain pulls back, pressing a soft kiss to the head. Rain hisses and the sound makes Mountain throb. He presses his finger deeper, slides another in alongside. Rain makes a gut punched noise, a devastated sound even as he grinds down on Mountain’s fingers. Looking for more despite his softening cock. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” Mountain whispers. Reaching down to palm himself. Ignored cock still painfully hard. 

Rain nods, frantically, dark curls falling into his face. He pushes himself up enough to hook his fingers into the waistband of the stockings, intent to pull them down. Mountain grabs his wrist with his free hand, stops him just as he starts to slip them down. When the other he pushes in deep, pets against a spot that has Rain’s eyes rolling back in his head, body going boneless against the couch. 

“No,” Mountain says, firm. “Leave them on. Let me fuck you through them.” 

[miasmaghoul]

@st-danger said horn play and I said okay let's make Mountain cum in his pants about it

roughly 1.3k of mountrain morning head and new discoveries under the cut

(ft transmasc rain, use of cunt/clit/etc for his anatomy)

(secretly for @forlorn-crows teehee)

Most mornings, Mountain wakes slowly. Rises with the sun, his east-facing windows allowing in the first rays of the dawn's light. Most mornings he heads to the kitchen to get his day started with a froofy cup of coffee for his barefooted walk to the greenhouse.

Today though, Mountain woke up chubby. Bulging in his boxers and curled up against a still-snoozing Rain. He'd just looked so pretty and serene that Mountain couldn't help himself from indulging his baser needs.

Nothing too lascivious - he'd kissed Rain's arm and shoulder, rubbed at his chest, soft stimulation intended to wake. It's true that Rain doesn't mind being played with in his sleep, enjoys it even, but Mountain always prefers him awake. He's always noisier that way.

Rain had woken slowly, humming at the feel of Mountain's hands, of his lips. He'd rubbed his ass back against his half-hard cock with an amused chirrup, had let Mountain move him onto his back with coaxing hands. Not a word needed between them, not when Mountain's mouth busies itself with Rain's throat.

Twenty minutes later, Rain's groaning and stretching like a cat while Mountain dips his tongue into his navel. Rain chitters happily, letting Mountain take his time. His cock hangs heavy in boxers, twitching with every breathy sigh Rain offers him. He looks up to find Rain flushed and smiling, pink tongue slipping out over his lower lip.

"I love when you have morning wood." They both chuckle, and Rain reaches down to run an affectionate hand through Mountain's hair, and a cool fingers grazes the base of one of his horns.

Mountain gives a completely involuntary soft sigh and shivers at the brief contact, and misses the way Rain's eyebrow twitches upward. He doesnt speak on it, though. Simply lets Mountian continue his worshipful line of kisses.

He works his way down Rain's happy trail, over his hip, along the milky stretch of his thigh, sliding back as he does. Shimmying until he's on his knees at the end of the bed, elbows on the mattress. Mountain gets a grip on the backs of his knees and tugs him down while Rain giggles, wiggling his hips to aid the slide. Mountain watches him grab a pillow and stick it behind his head, getting himself comfy for the show. Rain offers Mountain a lazy smile.

"Someone's eager," he teases, though his voice is kind.

"Can't help it," Mountain purrs, resting his head on Rain's slender thigh. "Not when you look so good. Smell so good."

Mountain shifts forward and presses his nose to the slightly damp crotch of Rain's sleep shorts to breathe him in deep, groaning on exhale. He plants a kiss just above the spot where Rain's rapidly thickening clit makes itself known - a sweet litte bump in the fabric - and looks up at him with heavy eyes.

"Let me taste you?"

Rain smiles.

"I don't know why you aren't already, sweet pea."

Mountain purrs deep in his chest and ducks back down to lap at damp cotton. It tastes divine, like sea-sweet air mixed with just a touch of floral fabric softener. The shorts are thin, and in no time at all Mountain can make out the plump outline of Rain's folds. The sound he makes at the sight has them both throbbing.

Above him, Rain lets out soft vocalizations. Not quite moans, but pleased sounds nonetheless. Rain doesn't rush him, and Mountain is eternally grateful for it. Not that he has much patience this particular morning, not when his cock is so hard he can feel it poking out of the leg of his boxers. Can feel it leaking against his thigh.

He wastes no more time, hooking two fingers into the crotch of those shorts and tugging them to the side. Mountain grunts, a gut-punched sound. The same one he always makes when he has the privilege of enjoying this view; Rain is beautiful everywhere, and his cunt is no exception.

Mountain runs reverent fingers between his legs, caressing soft, swollen lips coated with slick. Dragging through soft hair. Rain's little dick pokes out from his folds in a way that makes Mountain's mouth water, pink and stiff and just long enough for him to bob his head over. He grazes gentle fingers over Rain's entrance and the other ghoul gasps, twitching at the prospect of Mountain's touch.

Mountain doesn't slip those long digits inside, though. He's too enraptured by the feel of Rain's long lips Too busy spreading them wide to get a good look at his hole, wet and open. To watch him clench around nothing. It's enough to make a ghoul drool, and Mountain does, right down his chin.

Rain chokes on his eagerness, breath catching in his throat when Mountain buries his face in his cunt and presses a suddenly unglamoured tongue inside. He arches off the mattress with a tight cry, the hand in Mountain's hair gripping hard. The other flies to his chest, plucking at a still-puckered nipple, tender and purple for how long Mountain spent working his little tits. Mountain's tongue hits every good spot Rain has, he thinks. Wriggling, working to wring the neediest little noises from Rain's throat.

Mountain loses himself in this every time, in the feel of Rain overwhelming his senses. His voice, his taste, his scent - to say nothing of the way Mountain has the perfect view of Rain's pleasure-slackened features. His hung jaw and darkened eyes, his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. Mountain can't look away.

"So good," Rain pants, moving to abuse his other nipple. "So fucking good with that tongue, Mount."

He scratches his claws along Mountain's scalp and Mountain shivers, cock spitting more pre over his thigh. It aches for the lack of attention it's gotten, his balls too, but Mountain ignores it all. Too lost in what he gets out of eating Rain like a man starved to worry about something as trivial as his own needs.

Rain's rolling his hips now, grinding against Mountain's face and drenching him from nose to chin. Mountain's head feels foggy; he's drowning in Rain's...everything, and the only thing that keeps him from passing out is the firm brush of that stiff clit over the bridge of his nose.

He pulls back just enough to breathe for a moment, tongue still working at a good spot just inside Rain's entrance, and the move makes Rain's hand slip. It slides from Mountain's hair, and the side of Rain's finger drags along the spot where Mountain's horn meets his skin. Just for a moment.

The reaction is immediate and embarrassingly obvious; Mountain lets out a choked cry and pulls his tongue back, gasping and grabbing at Rain's thigh. Rain peers down at him, past his own heaving chest, and Mountain can see the gears in his head turning. Rain grins, rubs that sensitive spot again with definite intent, and Mountain shakes with the intense, sudden burn in his gut. Again, his cock leaks.

"Oh."

"R-Rain," Mountain stammers, licking his lips, "Rainy, please -"

Rain's smirk falters for a moment, and Mountain knows it's because of the hurt in his voice. He moves to pull his hand away, but Mountain grabs his wrist before he can.

"Do that," he mumbles, a little shy and a lot pleading, "do that again." Rain stares down at him, that grin back in full force. "Touch it, touch - oh fuck."

Mountain's eyes flutter when Rain drags the pads of two fingers along the base of one thick horn, slow half-circles. He swears he can feel every touch between his legs too, deep tension already starting to build in his gut. Rain pauses, bucks his hips, and Mountain refocuses, mouth watering at the sight of Rain's soaked cunt and hard little dick.

"Your turn," Rain coos, low. "C'mon baby, suck me off."

Mountain moans so deep Rain can feel it, and obliges. Wraps his lips around that gorgeous, fat clit, presses his tongue to the underside, and suckles.

Rain keens with it, tries instinctively to close his thighs, but only succeeds in getting his knees hooked over Mountain's shoulders. Mountain works him just the way he likes, with bobs of his head and broad, flat strokes of his now-glamoured tongue. It has him writhing, gasping and Mountain wishes he could see Rain like this always.

Rain does his part too, winding long fingers around the base of Mountain's horn and giving it a nice squeeze. The hand on his chest abandons his sore nipple, flying to Mountain's other horn to do the same, and Mountain's eyes cross. He feels a gush of a slick run down his chin and groans around Rain's short length, basking in the tight cry Rain looses at the vibration of it.

"Close," he gasps, "fuck, so close." The sound of Rain's strained words, the encroaching tightness of orgasm, has Mountian's neglected cock kicking hard. "Suck it, lick it," Rain pants, so clearly desperate, "fuck Mount make me cum, make me - oh fuck, oh -"

Rain's grip tightens, his left hand twists, and for a few long, blissful moments Mountian's world goes white.

He comes back to himself just in time to feel Rain's clit throb, his cunt clench, and manages to shove two fingers into that hungry hole just in time for Rain to cum on them. Mountain exhales hard through his nose when a rush of fluid coats his hand, working Rain through an orgasm that has his thighs shaking and his high, feminine cries bouncing off the walls.

He remains hyper aware of the way Rain's hands tremble around his horns, every twitch making him shiver and grunt. He pulls back when Rain hisses from sensitivity, burying his face in the crease of Rain's thigh instead and trying to catch his breath.

"Fuck," they groan in unison, and Rain laughs. He moves his hands from Mountain's and horns to his hair and Mountain can't help his whimper. Still, though, he lets Rain tug his gaze upwards. The smile he wears radiates warmth, but holds a certain sharpness.

"I know you came," Rain taunts, humor in his words. Mountain gives him a slow nod, trying to ignore the wetness of his boxers. "Who knew you were so weak for this?"

He drags a claw over the curve of Mountain's horn and Mountain winces, a shock straight to his balls.

"Sensitive," he hisses, and Rain sounds very amused.

"I'll keep that in mind," he says, a soft laugh close behind. He yawns soon after, tugs lightly on Mountain's hair. "Come back here," he murmurs, "it's too early to be awake."

Mountain would normally agree to disagree, but his body seems to be on Rain's side. He huffs out his own sleepy chuckle, kisses the inside of Rain's thigh and pushes himself up on wobbly legs. Strips off his boxers and uses them to wipe his face and the streaks of cum from his leg before dropping them on the floor, right on top of the little puddle he made there. Rain tosses his own messy shorts beside them and curls up on his side, patting the mattress in invitation.

Mountain yawns as he crawls back in and pulls Rain to his chest. They're both purring up a storm, and Mountian catches the other ghoul in a deep, lazy kiss. Rain hums at the taste of himself, hooks a leg over Mountain's hip and snuggles in close.

"I like learning new things about you," he mumbles, lips pressed to Mountain's throat. Mountain kisses the top of his head and sighs into his curls.

"I'm going to regret revealing that, aren't I?" He feels Rain's mischievous smile against his skin.

"Absolutely," he promises, "next time we wake up."

Mountain's spent cock twitches, and Rain laughs.

[kkaisarion]

mirror mirror on the wall

so a little while ago @crimsonclergy posted a genius thread about rulti dressing room sex, and @kamonart and i were extremely normal about it—so here's a fic + art collaboration based on the idea

rating: explicit pairing: swiss/rain and rain/mountain includes: semi-public sex, anal sex word count: 2k excerpt:

Swiss settles back on the bench and unzips his jeans. His cock springs out, already hard and wet at the tip, and he pats his thighs in invitation. Rain quickly folds himself onto Swiss’ lap and slots their mouths together in a wet, messy kiss, immediately licking into Swiss’ mouth and sucking on his tongue. His eagerness makes Swiss laugh, and he kisses back in force, giving as good as he’s getting. He slings his arms around Rain’s exposed narrow waist to pull him close, and when he catches sight of them in the mirror, he groans at how his broad hand spans almost halfway across Rain’s back.

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and go reblog kenny's art! featuring rain's slutty little outfit: