#transmasc rain

[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.

[iamthecomet]

Take it or leave it, Swiss sucking on transmasc rains tits after a show?

😌

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Rain doesn't always let him touch like this. Prefering to take the reins. To boss Swiss around, get him on his knees in the guise of putting him in his place. That's ok--Swiss likes it down there. Likes the view when he's under Rain in any capacity. Loves the way Rain's thighs hug his hips, his face. Loves to watch the muscles in Rain's stomach jolt, clench. Loves how his little tits bounce. The way they shake with the rest of him when Swiss gets him close with his tongue or his thumb pressed tight over his swollen clit. Swiss, truly, will take Rain any way he can get him.

But this? It's a rarity. That Rain let him do this at all feels like a miracle, a gift that Swiss isn't about to squander or think too hard about. Swiss has Rain's shirt open, vest discarded on the dressing room floor. Rain's usually steady fingers are fumbling with the laces on his mask, struggling to pull it off even as Swiss is bullying him backward. Shoving him against the greenroom wall. Rain gives up on the mask, he grips Swiss' collar instead, Pulling him in. Swiss just barely manages to reach up and tug Rain's balaclava down before Rain forces their mouths together. Swiss licks into Rain's mouth, pushing the taste of waxy lipstick into his tongue and Rain lets him. Opening wide, gasping into Swiss' mouth when their tongues press together. Slow, and sloppy and slick. Swiss presses his knee between Rain's thighs, feels the smaller ghoul grind down. Burning hot between his legs already. It's only a matter of time before his slick seeps through, soaks his pants and Swiss' thigh all at once. Swiss pulls back, Rain chases his lips. His face smeared with black paint and lipstick down to his chin. Swiss wipes at it with a thumb but really only manages to smear it around. Rain whines, head tipping back, mask loose but not off. Swiss thinks about helping him. About pulling it off and dragging his fingers through his soft dark curls. About seeing the way Rain's eyes are more black than cerulean. But there are more pressing matters at hand. Mostly, Rain's little tits, pressed tight up against Swiss' shirt. Swiss drags a big hand up Rain's stomach, over his ribs where his gils are glamored away to cup one. Swiss should be able to keep his composure, but Rain is so soft here. Supple, decadent flesh pillowed against his hand. He can't bite back a groan--doesn't even bother to try. Rain answers with a sharp roll of his hips, a whimper. Riding higher on Swiss' thigh so every little grind drags Rain's thigh over the rapidly growing bulge behind Swiss' zipper. There's barely a handful, easily hidden beneath Rain's uniform. The skin on the underside is so soft Swiss can barely think of anything else. He looks down, drags his finger over a dusky nipple and watches the way it pebbles. Rain leans further back into the wall, canting his hips towards Swiss, chasing pleasure on his thigh. Watching Swiss through heavily lidded eyes as Swiss bends to run the flat of his tongue over the other nipple. Rain tastes like sweat. Salt and damp cotton. Swiss sucks the bud into his mouth, scrapes his teeth over it as it hardens on his tongue. The noise Rain makes fills Swiss' brain with static. He rolls Rain's other nipple between his thumb and middle finger. He holds Rain close with his other hand, braced in the delicate arch of Rain's back. "Swiss--ah--I'm--shit--" "You close already, princess?" Swiss asks. Pulling off of Rain's tit with a wet pop. He waits for Rain's little nod, the frantic jolt of his head, before he switches. Pulling the other one into his mouth. Pressing his palm over the spit slicked one, squeezing. Dragging blunt nails and teeth over the sensitive skin while Rain chases his orgasm on Swiss' thigh. He can feel the wetness now. Warm, and sticky, soaking through his uniform pants, conspicuous even on the black fabric. Through the soaked fabric he can feel the hard ridge of Rain's clit dragging over his thigh.

"So fucking pretty." Swiss mumbles, looking up at Rain, watching the way his mouth drops open. Lips spit slick and bitten red. His dark blush is spilling down what little of Rain's skin Swiss can see. "C'mon, Rainy. Give it to me." Swiss' cock aches. But he'll get his later. Will get Rain on his knees to suck him off. Maybe Rain will sit on his face after, let him taste the fruits of his labor. Right now, he can't focus on that. He can't think beyond the fuzz in his brain, and the way Rain trembles against him. Breath punching out of him with each grind over Swiss' thigh. The rhythm faltering, thighs tensing. Swiss pinches Rain's nipple between his teeth, rolls it over sharp fangs and Rain is gone. Head bouncing off of the wall with force that makes Swiss glad he's still wearing his mask. A high pitched whine breaking through his clenching teeth that probably everyone backstage can hear. The thought makes Swiss throb. Swiss is loathe to pull off. To button Rain's shirt up, to cover him up. There's no hiding his wet thigh--he doesn't want to. Knows he reeks of Rain and he likes that just fine too. Rain sags against him as Swiss rights his clothing, does all his buttons up for him as Rain's fingers remain limp at his sides, narrow chest still heaving. "Not done with you yet," Swiss promises. Rain bumps his mask against Swiss', fake horns knocking into each other. "Good."

[everybodyshusband]

having thoughts about ace/arospec ghouls. but more specifically grey-ace dewdrop

sometimes he's all too happy to mess around with his partners, he'll initiate it, even. whisper one of the most toe-curling fantasies anyone's ever heard in one of his partner's ears and then gleefully enact it with them.

but sometimes sex is just... too much. even the idea of it can nauseate him, so when that feeling suddenly crashes down around him in the middle of the act?

approx, 875 words

"Rain- Rain, stop."

Rain pauses the movement of his hand inside him, and Dew could almost cry in relief. He thinks he's about to. "Dew? What's wrong?

"Red. I'm red. Just stop, please. I can't-"

Rain immediately pulls his fingers out of Dew and crawls up the pillows, next to where the little ghoul is now curled around himself. "What's going on, sundew?"

Dew just shakes his head. He feels disgusting. Violated. And he's still wet. His stupid body is still reacting to the memory of Rain's touch, secreting slick without his consent. He feels dirty. Repulsive. Made only worse by the fact that he had been enjoying it. He had liked it. That's the worst part.

He'd been close, and his body is still reacting according to that, without taking his mind's wishes into account. His cunt clenches down on nothing. He's going to cry. The tears are gathering behind his eyes and they're going to start falling and Rain will see.

Rain.

"Can I touch you, Dew?"

"Please don't." His voice shakes.

There's a pause. Rain is clearly weighing his options. "Do you... want me to get something to clean you up?"

Dew nods, it's a tiny movement.

Rain stands up, pulling a light blanket over Dew as he leaves, which Dew will be forever grateful for. The idea of being perceived right now, especially considering he's naked, is far too much for him to handle.

Rain returns not long later with a warm, damp cloth to find Dew shivering under the blanket; although Rain's fairly certain he's not shaking from the cold. "Do you want me to do it?" Rain's voice is impossible gentle.

Dew nods, albeit hesitantly. "Be careful?"

"Of course, sundew. You tell me if it's too much, okay? You can poke my arm twice if you don't want to talk."

Rain starts with his face, wiping his tears away. The warm cloth feels nice against his face. It calms him down a little, and the fact Rain is starting with his face and working his way down means Dew will have time to prepare himself for the worst part.

"Do you still want me to do it?"

Dew nods tightly.

"You're doing so well, love."

Dew digs his claws into the blanket and tells him to get it over with.

As expected, it's awful. Every swipe of the cloth against his sticky thighs brings back the viscerally unpleasant memory of Rain's touches. It's nothing against Rain, it never is. The water ghoul just happened to be the one with him when his mindset switched.

Rain murmurs soft encouragement as he works; he's probably figured out what's happening by now, and he's treating Dew as if he's breakable. Like this, he often is.

As unpleasant as the cleaning of his thighs is, he knows the worst is yet to come. Rain checks in with him one more time, waiting for Dew's stiff nod of approval before passing the cloth over his hole.

Dew whimpers, the tears beginning to fall all over again as Rain wipes the tacky fluid away as lightly as possible.

Rain pauses. "Dew? Dew, look at me, please." He waits until Dew does as he's asked. The water ghoul's figure is blurred through the curtain of his tears. "Do you need me to stop?"

Dew shakes his head. "No. No, it'll... it'll be worse later if I'm still messy. K- keep going. Please."

Rain nods and continues his work, hushing Dew reassuringly each time he shudders from a memory that makes him want to tear at his skin and disappear into the ground.

"Alright, this is going to be the worst bit, darling. But then it'll all be over. Are you ready?"

"Mhmm."

"Okay."

Dew's entire body jolts when Rain swipes over his clit, his body still reacting to Rain's touch without his permission. He sobs openly.

"Hurry up. Please."

"One more, love. One more, and them I'm done, I promise." True to his word, after the next swipe, Rain moves up until he's level with Dew's face again. "See? All done."

Now he's free from Rain's touch, Dew curls his legs up under the blanket again, wrapping it around himself so tightly that he doesn't know where he ends and the blanket begins. It's nice.

"Okay, I'm going to run a bath for you and grab some fresh clothes for afterwards, how does that sound, sundew?"

Dew nods.

Rain smiles down at him and begins to turn away (no doubt to start running a warm bath, hopefully with Dew's favourite bubble bath mixture too) but before the water ghoul can get too far away, Dew wiggles his arm out of the blanket and taps Rain's arm.

"Yes, darling?"

"Drink?" Dew's sign is shaky at best, but luckily Rain seems to understand.

"Yeah, I can get you a drink. Is water fine?"

"Yes."

"I'll do that before I get the bath started, okay?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, darling. You just stay there, alright?"

Dew nods and buts his head against Rain's arm affectionately, pleasantly surprised that the physical touch doesn’t make his stomach turn like he thought it might.

Rain smiles down at him again with nothing short of adoration for Dewdrop in his eyes. "I'll take care of you for the rest of the day."

[supportscugs]

transfem gourm!!!! and maybe also transman arti?? with their slugpups hanging out together!

[shitouttabuck]

not strong enough to be your man

[noahl-art]

Ghostober / Day 1 - Tentacles

So I decided to join Ghostober on a whim!

I have NOTHING planned so it'll probably get messy, but I'll try to do my best to post the most I can!!

Anyways, enjoy this Rain summoning a few friends to help him relax a bit 💦

Full version HERE

Thanks @kroas-adtam for these amazing prompts!!

[forlorn-crows]

More non-serious sex brainrot: Mountain casual fucking. Guy just needs to get off, y'know? It's been a hard day of manipulating the fabric of the earth itself and the big guy just needs to blow off some steam by blowing out someone's back. Or getting his own blown out.

Walks into the ghoul wing and propositions the first person he sees. And, of course, who wouldn't be willing to lend a hand to help a friend out?

uhhh well you see. he didnt even make it out of the greenhouse. so, as a reward for being the sweetie that he is, rain gets his back blown out

cw: theyr'e disgustingly in love. good ole' fashioned spontaneous sex. a lil bit of oral, a lil bit of dirty talk. hard and fast and needy, and thats how we like it. unexpected knotting (oopsies). and, as always, transmasc rain. cunt/clit/folds to refer to his anatomy.

Mountain sets the last of the hanging baskets back into place, sighing bodily. He rolls his neck, wincing at the little pops his spine makes. But he’s satisfied with his work—all the flowers and ferns pruned and their soil refreshed—and very glad to be done. 

The earth ghoul brushes the remainder of the soil off the workbench, finally allowing the stifled need in his core to roll up his spine and settle under his skin. He digs his claws into the wood and groans out loud. Curling in on himself when his dick starts to chub.

The door to the greenhouse squeaks open, chilly autumn air rolling in along with the scent of petrichor and sea salt. Mountain has to stop himself from whining at the fresh, intoxicating smell. 

“Hey, sunflower,” Rain says brightly, drifting in with a dancer’s grace. “Brought you some tea and snacks.” He sets a shallow bowl and mug down onto the bench, pressing himself to Mountain’s side and kissing him on the cheek. “Orange cinnamon chai,” he points to the steaming mug, resting his head on the earth ghoul’s shoulder, “and there,” he points at the bowl, “are figs, pears, and some brie drizzled with honey. ‘Cause I know that’s your favorite.”

Mountain chuffs and dips a finger into a smear of honey on the edge of the bowl. He sucks it off, looking down at Rain with lidded eyes. Admiring the way the wind ruffled up his inky curls, the slight lilac blush to his cheeks, the little smile he gives when Mountain makes a noise of approval. 

“Do I detect a hint of honeysuckle, tadpole?”

Rain feigns surprise, looking up at him coyly. “Maybe,” he lilts.

Mountain rumbles happily and leans in close. “Just as sweet as you.” He cradles the water ghoul’s face in his hand and kisses him deeply, melting their bodies together chest to chest. Groaning when Rain opens up immediately and lets him stick his honey-coated tongue inside. 

The earth ghoul lifts him effortlessly onto the top of the workbench, wrapping Rain’s legs around his waist and hugging him close, all without breaking the kiss. Rain trills happily and sinks into Mountain’s affection. He drapes his arms around his broad shoulders, fingers playing with the mousy-brown strands falling from his bun. The action sends a shiver down Mountain’s spine, and he can’t help but gasp softly against the water ghoul’s mouth. His fingers tighten into the knit of Rain’s sweater. 

“Feed me some?” Mountain mumbles against his lips. 

Rain smiles. “‘Kay.” He turns his head to select a morsel, giving Mountain access to the long column of his neck. Eager lips surge forward to latch onto the sensitive skin. Mountain can feel the amused rumble that bubbles up in his throat.

“Don’t eat me, silly,” he laughs. “Here.” He holds a slice of pear between lithe fingers, dangling it in front of his nose.

“What if I want to eat you,” Mountain purrs. But he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue for it anyway. He curls it around Rain’s lithe fingers when he places the fruit in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as he licks across the pads of them. Chilled and sticky-sweet.

Rain makes a soft noise, letting Mountain lick them clean. 

“Do you like it?” Rain whispers, watching as the earth ghoul closes his mouth around the tops of his fingers before pulling away and chewing. Mountain watches Rain watch his mouth, eyes flitting around his pretty, angular face. 

He hums and licks a stray droplet of honey from his lips. “It’s delicious, darling. Thank you,” he says huskily, pulling Rain closer by the waist. Rain trills as he runs his palms across the small of his back, dipping just underneath his sweater. Mountain buries his nose in the collar of it and not-so-subtly humps his hips against the edge of the table. 

“But I think I fancy something else right now.” Mountain nuzzles under his ear. Rain’s scent spikes with arousal and he can’t hold back the desire any longer. “Wanted to bend you over this bench as soon as you walked in the door.”

Rain shudders and groans approvingly. “Yeah?”

“Say you’ll let me. Please? I’ve been aching.” Mountain licks up the side of his neck and sucks his earlobe into his mouth. Rolling it between his teeth while Rain hisses and grasps at Mountain’s hair. “Take you right here, fuck you so good.”

“Fuck yes,” Rain breathes. “Right here, please do.” 

Mountain doesn’t need any more permission than that. He growls playfully and promptly flips Rain onto his belly, bending him over the edge of the workbench and yanking his sweatpants down all in one motion. 

“Lucifer—” Rain gasps through a surprised giggle, lifting his tail over his shoulder. 

Mountain lands a smack to his right asscheek and grabs two handfuls of him, groaning at the sight of slick already seeping through his folds. He spreads his cheeks wide and sinks to his knees in the dirt, shoving his face in Rain’s cunt. 

“Satanas, Mount, oh fff,” the water ghoul moans, pounding his fist on the table. “Your fucking mouth, unholy shit.”

Mountain groans against him, shoving his tongue in as far as he can get it. Pressing his nose into that soft spot before his hole and taking in the concentrated smell of need that goes straight to his rock-hard dick. 

“Taste like absolute sin, tadpole,” Mountain mumbles against his folds, too drunk on his flavor to stray too far to say so. 

“You can stay down there as long as you want,” Rain chokes out as he seals his lips over his throbbing clit. “Suck me dry, seven hells.”

The earth ghoul just hums, suckling on it until his nose gets wet with slick and Rain’s panting above him. Digging into his round ass so hard he’s bound to leave marks. But he doesn’t take him up on the offer, pulling away after a few heated moments. 

“Wanted to make sure you were nice and wet for me,” he all but growls. “Gonna fill you up so full.”

Rain whines and peeks over his shoulder, eyes drooping in pleasure. He wiggles his hips as he watches Mountain strip his apron, arching his back to make sure he gets a perfect eyeful. 

Mountain licks his lips as he pulls himself out of his pants, not bothering to push them any further than past his balls—just enough to expose his aching length. He grips himself and teases Rain’s folds with the head of his cock, up and down until he’s coated in creamy slick. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Mountain whines. “So perfect. All afternoon, I’ve needed this. Needed you.”

Rain pushes back, popping the head of his cock right inside. Mountain has to stop himself from blowing right there, steadying himself with one hand on Rain’s hip and groaning when his balls draw up with no warning. 

“Show me how perfect. Take me,” the water ghoul begs sweetly, breathlessly. 

Mountain can’t wait any longer. He pushes all the way in, melding their hips together. Growling low as Rain squeezes around him and breathes out little yesyesyes’s, urging Mountain to snuggle into that space made just for his cock. The earth ghoul’s forehead drops between Rain’s shoulder blades as he bottoms out, keening at just how good he feels. 

Mountain tells him as much. Rumbles endless praise into the fibers of his sweater, the curls at the back of his neck. Shuddering as Rain arches back into him and digs his fingers into the wood. 

“So perfect,” Mountain mumbles again, beginning to move. The first real slide of his length against those smooth, silky inner walls makes his mind hazy with need. He doesn’t get more than one slow thrust before he’s fucking Rain in earnest, wrapping his arms around his hips and forcing him to take it deep. 

“Mine,” he growls over the lewd sound of skin slapping skin. 

“Yours,” the water ghoul cries. “Oh, fuck me, ye-e-es-ss.” 

Mountain digs into his slim hips. Holding him tight so Rain feels the tip of his cock all the way in his stomach with each thrust.

“Feel so good,” the earth ghoul grunts. Rain clenches around him and he nearly sees stars. “Lucifer, take it, take it.”

Rain just nods, gurgles out something incoherent. Words aren’t important to Mountain anymore, though, not really. He just needs the water ghoul to make pretty noises, soak his cock in slick, and take every inch of him until he can spill inside him hot and fast. Siphon the burning need out of his core so he can actually relax after working all day. 

“Mount,” Rain gasps. “So deep, unholy shit.”

“Yeah? Gonna give it to you,” he growls, snapping his hips even harder. Each time their hips meet, there’s a little resistance at the base of Mountain’s cock, spikes of pleasure running through his hips and down his thighs with each thrust. He realizes too late it’s his knot, swelling and bumping against Rain’s folds. Growing bigger by the minute until it’s impossible to ignore.

“Hmpf, Rain I—” Another shudder runs through him, white-hot and insistent. He snarls. “Please, let me—fuck—need to put it in.”

Rain drops his forehead to the worktable with an audible thunk, groaning as he presses back against his knot. “Uh huh,” he whines. 

“Tell me I can, please, darling, tell me I can.”

“Put it iiinnn, Mount—hah—gimme it, need it.”

Mountain nearly sobs with relief. “So good to me, so fucking good to me,” he babbles. “Just need a little—that’s it, seven hells, Rainy.”

The water ghoul arches as far as he can, letting Mountain fully support his hips with just his forearms. Each thrust pushes more and more of his knot in, until finally Rain’s cunt stretches around its widest point and sucks him right in. Popping in with a wet squelch and the daintiest oh Mountain’s let out yet. 

“Fuck—”

“So good, squeeze it, squeeze it—”

“—yeah—”

“—cumming, cumming, Rain oh—”Mountain spills deep inside with fangs latched in his mate’s sweater, and he swears he’ll do anything Rain wants once he’s spent.

[punkeropercyjackson]

Full offense to Toh antis,there's a time and a place to critize a lot of romantic relathionships in the same show and a show where literally every canon ship is queer and has at least one poc in it with 3/6 of them involving a black person,2/6 a nonbinary one with both having widely different ages and presentation,1/6 brown4black mlm and 1/6 a fat asian girl is NOT fucking it.Read the room dumbasses and then go read books on intersectionality since you clearly don't know what that is-Sincerely,an aroace and autistic black trans femme who actively participates in relathionship anarchy

[miasmaghoul]

miasma. my love. my darling. please. please.

i need trans rain fucking mountain in the amazon position. i need him mean. teasing. mountain losing his fucking mind. confused and so so horny.

P L E A S E

oh baby you GOT IT

His bedroom door slams open and Mountain startles, peering over his book and glasses at the sudden intrusion.

"Rain?"

He stands in the doorway, panting, fists white-knuckled at his sides. His eyes are wide and wild, his hair mussed and cheeks flushed, and Mountain is hit all at once with a wave of sea-salty musk that nearly knocks him out of his stately armchair. He feels dizzy with the intensity of it, fumbling to set his things aside and force himself upright on unsteady feet. His loose sweatpants do nothing to hide the swell of his cock, rapidly filling out against his thigh.

"Rain?" Mountain repeats, supporting himself on the back of his chair. The other ghoul's scent floods his nostrils, so strong, so concentrated that it threatens to seep into his bones. "Rain, what-"

"On the bed," Rain rasps, the words dark and demanding, "on your back." Mountain doesn't move a muscle, rooted to the spot under the weight of Rain's impossibly heavy gaze. He blinks twice.

"What?" He can't help his confusion, he's never seen Rain look so...unhinged, he thinks is the word. With a flash his fangs Rain...Rain fucking growls at him. It's a possessive sound, one that does nothing to soothe the very sudden ache between Mountain's legs.

"I said," Rain snarls, stepping into the room just enough to slam and latch the door.

"On."

A step forward, one that brings him into Mountain's personal space.

"Your."

Rain grips a handful of his tank top, claws raking over his muscled chest.

"Back."

Mountain gasps when Rain gives him a solid shove, stumbling back until he's forced to sit on the mattress. Rain stalks closer and grips him by the throat, shoving him into the bedding with more force than is really necessary for how out of sorts Mountain feels right now. Rain straddles his thigh, face split in a lascivious smile.

"There, was that so hard?"

Rain leans down and licks a filthy stripe over his heated cheek, his other had gripping Mountain's burgeoning erection through his pants. He cringes and groans low in his throat, swallowing against the pressure of Rain's hand over his adam's apple. The other ghoul grinds against his leg with an exaggerated moan and Mountain swears he can feel Rain soaking right through his own jeans and into his sweats. The air's so thick with it he can taste it.

"Fuck," he huffs, cock pulsing in Rain's tight grip. He gives Mountain's throat a squeeze and his eyes flutter shut with a soft oh.

"Got something I wanna try," Rain murmurs into his ear, the words liquid silk. "Something Cirrus showed me."

Mountain's hands, awkwardly half-raised, land on Rain's slim waist. The other ghoul releases his throat and grips his wrists immediately, pinning his arms to the bed with surprising force. Mountain blinks up at him, brow knit with a little concern and more than a little curiosity.

"What -"

He's cut off by the forceful press of Rain's soft lips, the other ghoul shoving that long, cool tongue into his open mouth with no preamble. Rain always kisses like he's taking something, and this time is no different. He steals the air from Mountain's lungs and forces every last bit of blood in his sluggish brain to head south, throbbing with want. With need.

Something in his rapidly fraying mind wants him to struggle - Rain always likes it when he does - but he has surprisingly little leverage. His heart slams against his ribs when Rain finally pulls back, razor-sharp fangs tugging at his kiss-swollen lip.

"Gonna have some fun with you," Rain pants, repeating his achingly slow grind. "And you gonna lie here and take it."

There's no room in his tone for argument and, well, Mountain finds he doesn't particularly want to try.

Curiosity is a hell of a thing.

Rain shifts, and in seconds he seems to be everywhere at once. Mouthing wet and nasty at Mountain's throat, pawing rough at his chest, shoving a slender thigh between his own so firmly that Mountain can't help but grunt. He balls his fists in the sheets as Rain shoves his shirt up, bunching it around his throat so he can pluck at Mountain's nipples with cruel fingers.

Mountain squirms with every touch, the other ghoul moving so quickly that he can hardly keep up with the sensation of Rain sloppily licking his way down his stomach, drooling all over. His head swims when he lifts it, watching the other ghoul with lidded eyes.

Rain moves with a sort of single-minded purpose, claws dragging down Mountain's sides hard enough to sting, enough to make him hiss. Those elegant fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats and give a quick tug, and Mountain groans when his heavy length flops against his spit-streaked belly with a wet slap. They both groan with it, and Rain only steps back long enough to divest Mountain of the offending garment entirely.

His own jeans and boxers follow, and while Mountain gets only the slightest glimpse of them he sees nothing but wetness. Rain's clit stands stiff and red, jutting from between his dripping folds, a mouthwatering sight that has Mountain's cock leaking onto his twitching stomach. Rain chuckles, reaching down to collect that blurt of pre with two callused fingertips. He stretches the sticky fluid between his digits with a smirk before smearing it over that gorgeous clit of his and Mountain can do nothing but whimper.

The desperation hits him hard and fast, a hot wave of need rushing through every vein, every nerve. A jolt of electricity down the length of his spine, a tightness in his gut, a rush of arousal so intense it makes his thighs shake. It's only been a handful of minutes since Rain came in, ten at most, but Mountain feels out of his mind anyway. Rain seems to see it in his face, tilting his head in the hauntingly predatory way only Rain could, eyes shining. Mountain can only stare at the way he strokes the length of his clit, at the way his slick drips down his milky thighs.

Rain steps between his legs again and Mountain spreads them further on instinct, utterly entranced by the sway of those perfect hips. Nimble fingers wrap around his aching cock and Mountain chokes on air, bucking his hips and earning a sharp slap to the inside of his thigh for his trouble.

"Stay still," Rain orders - it couldn't be anything but an order - and Mountain does, his head entirely too fuzzy to consider disobeying. The other ghoul pulls at his cock, disastrously languid strokes that have Mountain loosing an endless stream of stupid little vocalizations.

"Gonna fuck you," Rain breathes then, grinning with entirely too many teeth.

The angle Rain holds him at is...odd. New. The other ghoul is still standing, looking down at him with his flushed, leaking dick pointed right at his cunt.

"Gonna fuck you the way you fuck me."

Mountain stares up at him with pleading eyes, chest heaving as he watches Rain drag the head of his cock through those slick, dusky folds. Feels it prod at his entrance. The sensation tears a wretched moan from his throat and Mountain scrubs at his face with both, sick with the effort of not thrusting up into that sweet, perfect hole. Rain saves him the trouble.

"Gonna own you."

Rain cants his hips, the head slips in, and the sounds they make are wrecked for entirely different reasons.

Rain gives neither of them time to adjust, taking inch after inch of his rigid length with smooth rolls of his hips. Mountain understands the angle now - even more so when Rain grips the backs of his knees with bruising pressure.

It's...Mountain doesn't have a word for it. Mind-blowing would probably be accurate. His cock is most certainly buried deep in Rain's cunt, but the way Rain moves, the way he grunts and grinds make it very clear who's doing the fucking here.

It's nothing short of stunning.

"Fuck me," Mountain huffs, running quivering hands down his own chest, over his straining thighs. "Lucifer, Rainy, fuck me." Rain growls, a rich sound that goes straight to his balls.

"Tell me what you are," he grits out, and Mountain knows exactly what he means.

"Yours," he gasps, eyes wet at the edges, "fuck, Rain, I'm yours!"

Mountain can't take his eyes off the place they're joined, at the copious slick coating his cock, drooling down Rain's thighs and his own. He's drunk on the sound of it, wet squelching that melds perfectly with his own whorish cries and Rain's tight moans.

"I know you are," he pants, voice thick with pleasure. He picks up speed and Mountain's vision tunnels. "Gonna make sure you never forget it."

Rain's hands move to his hips, hungry claws biting into soft flesh, and as Rain starts to clench around him Mountain knows he never will.

[iamthecomet]

ok hot idea! rain is getting fucked against the counter by one of the ghouls, overflowed with cum feeling it drip down his legs making a puddle. then being filled to the brim and overstimulated~

he's trying to be quiet but instead becomes super loud~

what a messy ghoul!

Extra messy transmasc Rain under the cut.

"Cunt" and "clit" used in reference to Rain's anatomy. <3

Rain only has one leg on the floor--and it's going to give out. He can feel the tremor in it building towards uncontrollable along with the orgasm Swiss is trying to wring out of him.

His other leg his shoved up onto the counter, knee bent. Swiss holds his thigh, pressing it down into the granite as he fucks Rain. Each rough thrust drags Rain's clit against the cool stone. If you'd told him twenty minutes ago that he could cum like this he would have laughed. But now? Three, almost four, orgasms later? He can barely think beyond chasing extra friction, grinding his swollen clit against the slick stone. Meeting Swiss thrust for thrust.

Swiss tangles his free hand in Rain's hair, pulls his head away from where he'd dropped it against the counter after he came the last time. Going boneless. He was already pliant, always putty in Swiss hands when he really gets going. But now? Now he's nothing but the raw nerves of his pleasure. The ebb and flow of it. The way he can feel himself get wetter and drip onto the stone beneath him. His clit slips through his own slick.

Rain can't help the noise, can't help how loud he is. Every echoing noise that's rung out of him deepens his blush. Everyone in the ghoul wing can hear him, he knows it. He's powerless against it. When Swiss first pressed him up against the counter and shoved his hand down his pants--he tried to be quiet. But then Swiss turned him around, pulled his pants down, spread him open, and dropped to his knees. He buried his face in Rain's cunt. And Rain wailed, high and desperate. He hasn't stopped making noise since then. Not since he came on Swiss' tongue and around his fingers. Not since Swiss shoved him further up the counter and drove home with one brutal thrust. Swiss shifts a little, he changes the angle and his next thrust hits something that makes Rain's vision white out. He'd fall back onto the counter if it wasn't for Swiss' iron grip in his hair.

He cums on the next thrust, his knee finally buckling. Swiss keeps him up with the press of his hips. He feels himself get wetter, hears the squelch of Swiss' next thrust. He hangs his head forward. Dark sweaty curls falling into his face. Swiss doesn't stop fucking him. Doesn't give him time to come down or breathe. He keeps his brutal pace. Dragging Rains' oversensitive clit through the pool of slick on the countertop with each hard thrust. Rain tries to find something to dig his claws into, to hold on, desperate for something to ground him. He only finds cold smooth stone, his palms slip against it. "Satanas, Rainy. You're so fucking wet, you're dripping on the floor. Filthy." "I--" "He can't help it," a voice--sounds like Dew--from the other side of the room interjects. "He's a slut." Rain hadn't heard anyone else come in, didn't realize he had an audience. He goes even darker. He tries to pull out of Swiss' grip, to drop his head to his forearm to hide the way his cheeks have gone violet. "Is that right?" Swiss asks, he's finally starting to get breathless. The hand on Rain's thigh pressed down a little harder.

"Look at the mess he's made," Dew says. His voice is dismissive, but Rain hears the rasp of his zipper all the same. "You better make him clean it up." Rain whines. Swiss groans low. "Fuck. Keep talking, Dew. He gets so tight when you talk." Dew chuckles. Rain hears the sound of him walking closer. Probably leaning against the table behind them now. "He just likes to be talked about like he isn't in the room. Like he's just a hole to be filled." "He is." Swiss hisses. Swiss finally lets go of Rain's hair and Rain falls forward, pillowing his forehead on his arm as he keens. He tries to hold it back, doesn't want to give Dew the satisfaction. But between Swiss' laser guided thrusts and the grind of his clit on the counter he's close again, teetering on an edge he can't seem to fall off of. He sobs against his arm. Swiss swears, his thrust getting sloppier. "Fill him up good, Swiss." Dew cuts in. "I want to see it dripping down his legs." "You gonna lick it up?" Swiss grits out. "Maybe," Dew says. "Depends on if he's crying or not." "I'm gonna--Swiss--oh no, oh shit," Rain wails, his head thrashing. "Right there with you, Rainy."

Rain's orgasm hits him hard. He feels it in every muscle, so intense it almost hurts. He feels each pulse of his cunt around Swiss' cock. Swiss makes a low gut-punched noise when he cums, grinding his hips against Rain's ass as he does. When Swiss pulls out, Rain feels the hot rush of cum slip from his body and down his leg. Swiss lets go of his leg and Rain almost slips off of the counter and onto the floor. He gets his foot under him just as he feels the drag of an overly warm finger up the inside of his thigh. Dew presses tight against him, and shoves that finger into Rain's slack mouth. Rain leaves at it with his finger, tasting himself and the salt-tang of Swiss. Rain shifts, tries to put his other foot back on the floor, but Dew's free hand pins it in place. "Did you really think you were done?" Dew chuckles. "You're not even crying yet."

[everybodyshusband]

i can't remember which bits i've shared and which bits i haven't shared of this fic buuuuut i feel bad about the fact that it's almost been eight months since i posted the first chapter of the dysphoric, transmasc rain/swiss fic so here, have a little snippet of chapter two that's been sitting in my drafts for what feels like forever :'D

cw for one line that could be interpreted as suicidal thoughts

"You don’t have to tell me anything.” The multi ghoul's voice held so much softness and affection that Rain couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. “But…” Shit. “If one of the reasons you feel so bad is because of something that happened earlier, then I need to know, baby. So, c’mon, talk to me?”

Rain shook his head, refusing to meet Swiss’s eyes.

“I can do yes and no questions for you, if that helps? But like I said, Rainy, I need to know.”

“...Fine.” Rain refused to admit—even to himself—just how difficult he found it to force that one simple word out.

“Thank you, baby,” Swiss smiled. “Was it something I did that made you feel uncomfortable?”

Rain shook his head, staring unblinkingly at his knees.

“Something I said?”

Rain hummed the affirmative and nodded slowly.

Swiss paused for a moment, considering. “Alrighty, I’m gonna need yah to speak for this one, okay? Just a few words, baby. D’you think you can manage that for me?” He waited for Rain to nod his assent—albeit very, very hesitantly—before continuing on. “Which words made you feel the most uncomfortable, Rain?”

He paused at this, chewing on his bottom lip and glancing up at Swiss as he considered how to answer the multi’s question properly; in a way that wouldn’t permanently alter Swiss’s entire perception of him, or that would let Swiss still believe that all was right in the world, and his partner wasn’t some freak of nature created—disfigured—by a botched summoning. Saying: “when you called me ‘good girl’ it made me want to tear my skin off, request that Dewdrop to burn me into ash, and find some poor, unknowing soul to throw my charred remains into the ninth circle to suffer as I deserve” was definitely true for the most part, but Swiss already seemed worried enough as it was; he didn’t deserve to be any more worried than he had to be. Rain had to be careful about this. “I didn’t like the– The good– The good– The–” His breath hitched in a sob. He couldn’t even say it out loud. Sathanas.

“Rain, baby, take your time. There’s no rush, yeah? This conversation doesn’t have a time limit we need to stick to."

Rain wanted to open his mouth and scream at Swiss that there was; there was a time limit. Mountain could be back at any second, and if he saw Swiss conversing with Rain, even if it was clear Swiss was trying to reassure the water ghoul, Mountain would likely tell Swiss to fuck off and come back another time, or not at all. The earth ghoul always means well, but Rain has found he can be a little… overbearing at times—although, honestly, Rain wouldn’t mind Mountain coming in right now and forcing Swiss out; at least it would mean avoiding this conversation for a while longer.

[supportscugs]

Transmasc Survivor and transfem Monk The transgender siblings

[scugpositivity]

YOOO T4T ARTIFICER AND ENOT (They rockin that top surgery)

[nyaskitten]

LISTEN allll I'm sayings is Sora is a gender-neutral name, Sora is trans-colored AND very heavily trans-coded... don't be surprised if season 10 of Dragons Rising rolls around and suddenly Sora goes by he/him and has a new hairstyle and suddenly lacks eyelashes and lips!!!!