#Mountain X Rain

[dewphomet]

 🜄 Otter boy be upon ye'  🜄

[rains-ritual-sacrifice]

we love our water and earth ghoulies <3 <3 <3

[miasmaghoul]

Rain and Mountain working in the greenhouse when it starts to sprinkle. It's a sunshower, all fat springtime raindrops that splash against the glass and catch Rain's attention immediately, his ears and tail twitching as the pitter patter of those droplets picks up.

Mountain doesn't have time to blink before he finds himself being dragged by the apron towards the door. Rain's gills flutter as he shoves his way outside, shucking his own apron and sucking down a deep lungful of rich, damp air with a pleased trill. Mountain stumbles out behind him, tripping over his own feet and Rain's eagerness, huddling under the vestibule while the water ghoul strolls out into the deluge. It's gotten heavier, the sort of quick storm that will undoubtedly be done in 20 minutes and leave the ground dry in an hour, but for now?

For now, Mountain smiles as he watches Rain bask in his namesake. Staring up at the sky with his arms stretched over his head and his spine curved in an arch that makes Mountain's back hurt and yet is clearly pleasant for the other ghoul. Mountain watches those heavy drops soak his shirt, watches the thin cotton of the pale blue tee start to go dark and cling to his skin.

It takes nothing for Mountain to imagine those droplets sliding down his bare chest instead, tracing winding paths over the light muscling of his belly and catching in his happy trail. It's a memory from this morning, of a wonderfully decadent shared shower that had made them late to breakfast. He watches Rain's curls soak through, twisting tighter and sticking to his forehead and pointed ears. Mountain recalls working conditioner through those strands while Rain purred and purred, the pair of them pressed back to chest in a cloak of herbal steam. It all brings a warmth to his chest, one that only grows when the water ghoul turns to him.

Rain's smiling in the way he only does at times like this, soft and genuine in a way that makes his ocean eyes sparkle. He holds out an elegant arm in seeming invitation and Mountain tilts his head.

"Dance with me."

It isn't a question, and Mountain huffs out a laugh. Shakes his head even as he steps out into the downpour, quick to take Rain's offered hand and get an arm around his waist. To settle a large palm on his lower back and pull the smaller ghoul in close, relishing the feel of warm skin through cool fabric. Rain looks up at him with crinkled eyes and a fanged smile, and Mountain truly doesn't understand how anything can be so beautiful.

And so they dance, until they're soaked to the bone and muddy to their ankles, and when they kiss Mountain thinks it tastes like springtime.

[digitalnumb]

I made designs for both pre-ritual Dew and current post-ritual Dew and here's the thoughts I had while making it in the form of a mini fic, I dunno I don't write often!

When Dew was informed of the opportunity in the form of a question, he knew they had no intention of giving him an option. He was going to undergo this ritual, whether he liked it or not, whether he fought back or not. The ministry just couldn't seem to get the summoning right, and instead of summoning the fire ghoul they needed, they ended up with two water ghouls, which is no help to their cause. So a change had to be made, and surely they wouldn't force a freshly summoned ghoul to undergo it.

Regardless of the objections from the other ghouls, concern for their pack-mates well being, they scheduled the ritual, and soon enough, the day came, and there was nothing any of them could do but prepare. Prepare for anything. The best case scenario, Dew be utterly bed ridden for Lucifer knew how long, and the worst, well. It wasn't mandatory, or even recommended that the other ghouls follow the group to the chapel as Dew is dragged to the ritual table, but Aether, Mountain and Rain follow nonetheless. Not even the sisters of sin could gently persuade the closely huddled ghouls to wait outside.

They watched as Dew was strapped down to the table by his wrists and ankles, bickering with each of the sisters as they did so. Even through his mask, arguing anxiously to keep himself distracted for what was to come, Mountain and Aether could tell without a doubt the fear seeping through his facade. Eventually they sat, waiting for the dreaded moment as more preparations were to be made. Dew closed his eyes, and felt the light gleaming through the stained glass windows onto his face. He breathed in what he thought might be one of his last breaths, until a soft voice in his ear startled him. "You'll be fine," he looked up to who he knew was slipping honey-coated words into his mind. "Aeth.." he didn't notice the name slipped out till he was being gently quieted, a gentle hand being brushed through dark soft waves for the last time as Aether sent small waves of calming quintessence through Dew, soothing his running mind. As he closed his eyes again, he felt back in his and Aether's nest, like there never was a worry in the world to begin with. "You'll be alright, droplet," And like the world knew, Aether was cut off, being told to leave or at the very least step back.

As he opened his eyes again, he watched as Aether stepped back, noticing the shine of tears in his eyes, as he stepped back to join the other watery-eyed ghouls. He felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach, as if it was finally truly dawning on him that this may be it. He might die here. On this table, in the ministry chapel. Near the pews he has spent so many years, so much time, so many memories.

Then it began. The details of the ritual are that of things he couldn't even begin to understand. All he could understand was the great utter agony he felt. It was unlike anything he could have ever even imagined feeling, and then worse. The flames inhabiting the candles around the room grew furiously, flicking as if the mere attempt at this ritual had angered the gods. Dew's beautiful sea glass horns began to crackle and fall apart, starting at the crack in his horn he gained during his summoning at the ministry. Horns looking of obsidian shown through the cracks of his prior horns, eventually leaving just the longer obsidian horns in their place, all the while leaving a dark smoke pouring into the air around them. He then began to feel his skin and scales begin to burn, as if his body was being laid onto the core of the earth itself. His skin shriveled and burnt, leaving a new layer of skin beneath it with new fur to grow, replacing his soft and bright water ghoul markings with new grown fur and sharp edgings of markings. His gills began to burn up, shriveling and burning off, leaving what resembled deep cuts and scars into the sides of his neck and chest. All he could breathe in was sharp smoke, causing his lungs, adept to the coolness of water, begin to burn from the inside out. His screams faltered, leaving him to only whimper and writhe in pain until his lungs finished adjusting themselves to the new form he was taking. Although it was far from over. Just as soon as his pained, agonizing screams ended, they started again as the very bones in his legs and face began to reconstruct themselves, and he could feel every. Single. Bit of it. The cartilage of his ears shifted and partially melted off as they changed and reformed. Even the tears in his eyes felt like lava as his eyes changed and new color bled into them.

As he thrashed, the other ghouls decided they couldn't bear his screams of agony any longer, and allowed themselves to be pushed out by the sisters of sin. Rain was a shaking mess, being pulled in and comforted by Mountain tenderly. The only one still fighting to re-enter the room was Aether, eventually gathering himself enough to bang on the door, demanding to be let back in.

All the while, Dew's pain never skipped a beat, still flowing through his body, draining any bit of what was left in him. The form of his tail was being burnt off, and finally, the last step of the transition came. The water that remained flowing through his veins, the last thing his body held onto from his birthright as a water ghoul, burnt away from the inside out, evaporating and burning scars through his skin. As soon as the ritual drew its end, Dew stopped his screaming and thrashing as he fell back hard against the table, falling unconscious.

The aftermath of the ritual was Dew's heartbeat coming to a full stop two full times, being brought back both times. He fell into a deep coma for weeks, only to wake up still feeling the intense effects of the ritual. Even during the coma, his pain never subsided, as his conscience continued to primarily process the feeling of his recovery.

Side note: Dew got his nipples pierced after his recovering and simply shrugged it off as if it simply felt like nothing. Which to him, yeah. It definitely was.

But god forbid he get a cold. He becomes even whinier than he was while in the infirmary during recovery.

[a-cardinal-sin]

My Mountain x Rain brainrot is getting too intense I fear. Anyways this is a redraw from one of my drawings from a few months ago. I'm proud of my improvements!!!! The old one was me just trying to get used to procreate when I got a new iPad that could actually handle it. I used way 93 layers on the new one someone stop me.

[scarecrow-collective]

The forest will meet the sea when Mountain and Rain are pressed skin to skin with hush whispers barely breaking the silence, they won't say much but they'll whisper secrets within the others skin and they let their heartbeats sync to one another.

The forest will meet the sea when Rain shakes awake from a nightmare and Mountain is coaxing him down, whispering praises into his scales and skin as he holds the water ghoul.

The forest will meet the sea when Mountain and Rain spend hours under the stars and pointing out constellations and meteors that pass by, neither of them will move until the morning.

The forest will meet the sea when Mountain gets the news that he's being sent back, he and Rain will sob and hold each other in his final moments topside.

The forest will meet the sea when Mountain and Rain have to be physically separated on the day of Mountain being sent back, Rain feels like he's dying.

The forest will meet the sea when Rain will spend years topside, holding and cuddling Mountain's clothes as if he's still there.

The forest will meet the sea when Rain is sent back as well, he'll see the earth ghoul again but his now former mate has moved on and found another.

The forest will meet the sea in many universes, but this will not be the one that they'll meet again.

[divine-misfortune]

Give me a glass of your innocence

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mountain/Rain

Tags: Intox - Rain's drunk and Mountain's encouraging him to drink more, exhibitionism/public sex, trans masc Rain, mean Mountain, vaginal fingering, trans masc character engaging in self feminization

Words: 1,805

Summary: Rain’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, leg bouncing under the table with a growing restlessness. 

“Lily pad,” Mountain passed behind his chair, scratching lightly at the water ghoul’s scalp before dropping heavily into the seat beside him. Rain found himself starting to keen into the brief touch, gone just as quick as it came. Leaving him frustrated and disappointed enough to slump down in his seat, taking another sip from his drink to quell the feeling and fuel a new one. “You’re shaking the whole table. Going to spill all of that hard work if you don’t sit still.” 

”That’d be too bad huh,” he swirled the wine, eyeing Mountain at the edges of his vision. “Would be so dumb and careless of me.”

Or

Rain's a slutty drunk and we're making him worse - inspired by @askingforthesun and @miasmaghoul with this post because it's been haunting me with a vengeance since i first saw it

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Could have been rose wine, but it was more likely dandelion. Remembering the difference between the two tastes had gotten a little difficult after a third, generously poured glass. It had been quite a while since he’d had either, memory distant. Rain did however remember Mountain tutting over the little yellow flowers springing up in the flowerbeds with the warming weather. 

Sweet on his tongue, warm down his throat, honey muddling his brain. 

He hummed softly as Cumulus leaned over the table with the bottle in her hand to fill up the small empty space he’d created in his glass, giving him an all too perfect view down her tank top. It was impossible not to notice she wasn’t wearing a bra - but he was acutely aware. Fixated in fact. If his hands were not both firmly clasped around his glass to keep it steady for her he might have reached out to feel the weight of them filling his palms. She would have melted. Probably would have dropped the bottle, suddenly weak kneed having to brace against the table to keep herself partially upright. 

Rain’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, leg bouncing under the table with a growing restlessness. 

“Lily pad,” Mountain passed behind his chair, scratching lightly at the water ghoul’s scalp before dropping heavily into the seat beside him. Rain found himself starting to keen into the brief touch, gone just as quick as it came. Leaving him frustrated and disappointed enough to slump down in his seat, taking another sip from his drink to quell the feeling and fuel a new one. “You’re shaking the whole table. Going to spill all of that hard work if you don’t sit still.” 

”That’d be too bad huh,” he swirled the wine, eyeing Mountain at the edges of his vision. “Would be so dumb and careless of me.”

The earth ghoul cocked an eyebrow, immediately picking up on that tone. Not a whisper, sort of a purr. Spoken quietly enough to keep every sound just between them, a rather boisterous cackle from Cirrus hiding the words as they slipped carefully off his tongue. It all almost had Mountain’s droopy ears perking up. 

“Such a ditz like this sometimes, would be such a bad girl.” 

Both brows shot up towards his hairline and Rain hid his growing smile behind the rim of his drink before taking another sip. Purposefully longer than the last. Surprise shifted to suspicion, an expression that normally would have sent his stomach dropping to the floor but it was hard to take such a look seriously with that subtle blush dusting the crooked bridge of his nose. He liked to think it was his doing, not the alcohol. 

“Wouldn’t I?” He tipped his head, turning his upper body towards him as he knocked their knees together lightly. The first touch was always his favorite when it came to Mountain, watching something spark to life in his eyes in real time was beyond gratifying. Encouraging.

“Mhm…And you know better than that, don’t you?” Asked without the desire of response but Rain was never one to hold his tongue, let alone when the liquor made his lips that much looser. 

“Of course I do.” Rain nodded truthfully, but being bad was much more fun. 

“Then act like it” Mountain warned, voice still gentle for the moment but Rain picked up on the finely sharpened edge beneath the surface. 

A large hand settled on his knee to stop his ceaseless fidgeting, the weight of it was suggestion in his opinion. It was only when Mountain gripped his leg did it feel like a command. Rain glanced to it then back to Mountain’s face, turned away from him to answer an odd question from Aether across the table. Easy conversation while he slowly dug his nails further and further into the bare skin of Rain’s thigh. 

He tried to draw his thighs together to test Mountain, biting his lip when the earth ghoul jerked his leg back to where it had been without sparing him so much as a glare. Another attempt had Mountain tugging his leg over his knee roughly, held open and exposed. His shorts were little, and he hadn’t bothered with underwear. The fabric had already started to dampen, he had an awful habit of getting wet too easily after a few drinks but Mountain managed to stir his distant, quiet arousal in one motion. A loud and insatiable need prodded to life. It wouldn’t take long for him to entirely soak through the thin material already clinging to his cunt.

“Can’t you sit still?” Mountain sighed, his attention returned to him and his squirming. 

“Can’t help it…” Rain pouted, slowly tracing his index finger over the prominent veins in Mountain’s hand. “Hard not to fidget, nothing to focus on.” 

He watched Mountain’s eyes drift south, staring a beat too long between his parted thighs. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated in a way that made his little cock twitch properly to life. 

“Course you can’t focus,” he sneered. “You start drinking and all you can do is think with your cunt.” Practically rolled his eyes, “show me what’s distracting you princess.”

Rain sunk further down in his seat and hooked his fingers under his shorts, pulling the fabric away from his mound. Mountain hissed, thinning threads of slick stringing it to his cunt before he dragged it to the side to put himself on display. 

His tdick was obnoxiously hard. Dusky and proud, jutting out from between his lips. Mountain licked his lips but still held his scowl firm. Rain whined softly, head falling against the earth ghoul’s shoulder as the overly air conditioned air washed over where he burned the hottest. 

”Touch it?” He mumbled, nuzzling his cheek into the soft flannel of Mountain’s sleeve. ”See? Needs you.”

“Hells…You’re so fucking easy, just a needy girl aren’t you?” 

Nodding again, he brought two fingers down to spread himself open. They both watched it visibly clench and drool onto the wooden seat.

Mountain’s gaze flicked away for half a second. Sweeping over the dining room and more importantly, the other ghouls around them. He’d always been selfish, wanting to keep the water ghoul - tipsy or sober - entirely to himself. Even now, surrounded by their pack, the musky scent of lust rolling off of him in waves, Mountain wanted to keep a drunk and horny Rain his secret. When his attention returned, they focused entirely on his glistening sex like a starved animal eyes its next meal. 

He flicked at his clit and Rain flinched with enough force to send a fat drop of wine sloshing over the rim of his glass and onto the floor. It earned him one harsher and Rain was smart enough not to jolt, the muscles in his thighs tensing, tail lashing.

”Wasteful.” 

“I’m sorry” he breathed, eyes fluttering as Mountain pinched his dick experimentally before beginning to stroke it between his fingers. Not much motion to it, just enough to be an incentive. 

Rain returned his glass to the table before he could spill any more. 

“And why are you sorry?” 

“Cause I was dumb, thinking with my cunt.”

”First smart thing you’ve said all night.”

Two calloused fingers dipped inside of him as Mountain let out a pleased rumble, even wet as he was they still felt too thick to take so quickly and Rain wanted to be forced to take something thicker. He fought to swallow the pitched, feminine sound trying to fight its way out of him. Anyone else, Rain wouldn’t have bothered trying to be a modicum of quiet but he knew Mountain. Anything above a whisper and everything would stop abruptly, left untouched until Mountain decided to remind him the importance of silence. This was what his brain itched for, riskily teetering on the edge of punishment for the sake of pleasure. 

If anyone were to drop a napkin, a fork, what have you, and crawl under the table to retrieve it they’d see Mountain knuckle deep in Rain’s cunt. Teasing at that special little point that sent his brain fizzling. Spreading his hole open with his fingers to quietly remind Rain of how empty and useless his pussy was without something to fill it. Making an absolute mess of his seat and the floor beneath it. And Rain couldn’t keep the thought out of his head when Mountain let up on his inner walls long enough to think, someone seeing him so filthy - would they be able to help themselves? Would they just have to crawl closer and seal their lips around his fat clit until he broke and cried out to the room. 

Rain curled around his arm, clinging to him while he paced his shaky breathing. 

“Mount-“ He whimpered, muffled against his bicep. Mountain shushed him.

”Good girls are seen, not heard, yeah?” 

Mouth opening, he felt the strain in his vocal chords just as Mountain zeroed in on that bed of nerves. Petting slowly and methodically until the words melted and dripped away. He nodded again, earning a little chuff. 

He reached across the table and picked up the newest bottle they’d popped open. Mountain had lost count of how much of his stash they’d dipped into between the nine of them. It would be a hell of a lot of work and quite a while before he could replenish it to its former state. This one was mostly full, only emptied to the point where the neck of the bottle began to widen into the body. He held it up to the light, admiring the color for a moment before dangling it in front of Rain’s blissed out face. His glassy eyes struggled but managed to focus on it just as Mountain tipped it over his half empty wineglass, filling it to the brim. Full enough Rain wasn’t sure he could even pick it up without spilling it all over himself and the floor. 

Mountain kissed the top of his head. A display that looked sweet, like Rain was just a little too cuddly and sleepy from an abundance of drink, but Mountain mumbled into his hair, “You’re going to sit here quietly, keep dripping around my fingers, and finish this bottle for me. If you can manage that, I’ll let you crawl under the table and spend the rest of the night choking on my cock…Doesn’t that sound nice, raincloud?” 

With shaking hands, he reached for the overfilled glass and met Mountain’s eyes as he brought it to his lips. Batting his lashes before tipping back a good quarter of it in one go. 

Mountain slipped a third finger into him with a hum of approval. 

“You make such a perfect drunk little bimbo, Rainy…Now keep drinking, you’re cutest when you’re sloppy.” 

[ashthewaterghoul]

Can I get some slightly spicy Mountain/Rain? 🙏🏻

I don't write a lot of spicy stuff so I hope this is okay. It was going to be a few hundred word drabble, but in true Ash fashion, I yapped.

"Good" - A Mountain/Rain One Shot

“Your little innocence act doesn’t work on me, Rain.” Mountain said, his voice finding residence low his throat.     “S- sorry, sir, I didn’t-“     “Didn’t what? Didn’t meant to drag yourself to my kit and start playing? I thought you were going to be good for me?” Mountain taunted, standing behind Rain and encasing him in his shadow.     “No! I am! I am good! Please, I’ll show you-“ Rain went to spin around, but Mountain’s hand locked firmly around his throat and stopped him from moving.

Words: 1452

Tags: Praise k!nk, like a smidge of choking, dom!Mountain, sub!Rain, instrument practice with a happy ending, spoiler it's fade to black bc I'm not up for writing full blown scenes yet but there is plenty of spice to make up for that (I hope), ends on a really corny joke so I'm just going to apologise for that now💀

For the love of Satan, MDNI

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    Water and Earth got along like a house on fire. Water nourished the plants and the Earth carved out spaces for rivers and lakes and ponds. It was a glorious relationship in which they helped each other out.

    The same can be said Mountain and Rain.

    Not only did their Elements call to each other, but Mountain was the one who nutured for Rain after his summoning. Not only was if from necessity, but because Mountain’s stomach dropped at the skinny Water Ghoul shivering in the summoning circle. It ending up a happy coincidence that the two both were in the rhythm section of the Ghost project, and Rain’s spot on stage being one right next to Mountain. They were each other’s everything and often made their appreciation known to each other.

    But right now? Rain was bored.

    In fact, he was starfished out on the music room floor, his bass laying somewhere near to him. He’d been staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours as the little squeaks of Mountain’s tuning keys filled the room, where music once had.

    They often had little practice sessions with just the two of them. It was important that drum and bass locked in with each other so their music sounded the best it could. And they were never going to say ‘no’ to a bit of alone time.

    They were just going through the songs from Impera but they weren’t even halfway through Spillways before Mountain stopped, saying something was wrong with his kit. And so Rain sat down to wait. Then he slumped. Then he started lying down.

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    After Satan-fuck knows how long, the Earth Ghoul put his hardware down and sighed.

    “Done?” Rain asked, lifting his head and, yes, maybe he had his fingers crossed.

    “Yeah, I gotta go to the bathroom though.” Mountain replied as he stood.

    Rain groaned and flopped around so he was face-first into the ground.

    “So dramatic.” Mountain muttered, his eye-roll practically audible.

    “Fuck you.” Rain said, albeit muffled by the carpet.

    “Maybe later.” Mountain said.

    Rain was about to say something else but his voice was cut off into a groan as Mountain threaded his fingers into Rain’s waves and pulled his head up by his hair.

     “Is this the game we’re playing?” He whispered, low and almost threatening into Rain’s ear, “Because I can take as long as I want in the bathroom. Hell, I could go to the Clergy ones on the other side of the building. After that, maybe I want to try a new layout with my kit. Maybe my drums will fall out of their tuning again as I move them around and I’ll have to fuss with them all over again. So, I’ll ask you again, are we playing this game, Lilypad?”

    Rain’s brain was short-circuiting, and he mentally cursed himself for falling this easily. The two usually loved to fight over who (quite literally) came out on top and earn the submission of the other. But all Rain’s brain could think of right now was wanting to be Mount’s good boy.

    Rain shook his head as much as the strain on his neck would allow, biting back whimpers at the hold Mountain had on his scalp.

    “That won’t do, baby. Words. Let me hear my Syren’s gorgeous voice.” Mountain said in that same husky whisper.

    “No, sir.” Rain replied shakily.

    “Good.” Mountain said, purposefully avoiding the full phrase and gently lowering Rain’s head back down, “Wait in this room until I get back.”

    Rain had no chance to respond before Mountain was out the room. He groaned again as he curled in on himself, internally cursing how responsive his body was to Mount’s brief action. He also cursed himself for wearing the tightest pair of jeans he owned because now they were even tighter.

    He did his best not to palm his bulge, Mountain may not have said it but he knew there was the extra demand of “No touching”. It was always there and Rain didn’t even want to try so much as ghosting his pinky over his zipper. Somehow, Mountain always knew.

    What he didn’t say, however, was that Rain couldn’t move. So, he sat up and groaned as his back ached. There may be a carpet, but it was thinner than Rain’s patience and rough stone floors laid beneath it. As Rain stood, he caught sight of Mountain’s drum stool. He sat down on it and gave a few obligatory spins before facing the kit properly.

Well, Rain was still bored and now he was frustrated too. Mountain had taught Rain some drums over the years and so the Water Ghoul’s deft fingers reached out for the two sticks and started playing the simple grooves, fills and the like that he knew. He lost his shirt at one point and didn’t notice Mountain watching in the doorway.

    “Having fun?” The Earth Ghoul shouted over the noise.

    Rain froze like a deer in headlights and he scurried to put the sticks down where Mountain had left them. The Earth Ghoul chuckled and his unreadable expression made Rain shiver. Rain put his hands in his lap, carefully avoiding where he was still painfully hard, somehow even harder than he was before, and fixed his eyes firmly to the ground.

    “Your little innocence act doesn’t work on me, Rain.” Mountain said, his voice finding residence low his throat.

    “S- sorry, sir, I didn’t-“

    “Didn’t what? Didn’t meant to drag yourself to my kit and start playing? I thought you were going to be good for me?” Mountain taunted, standing behind Rain and encasing him in his shadow.

    “No! I am! I am good! Please, I’ll show you-“ Rain went to spin around, but Mountain’s hand locked firmly around his throat and stopped him from moving.

    Mountain’s fingers wriggled and adjusted slightly to make sure he had a safe hold on Rain’s gorgeous neck. Ghouls may be a lot stronger than humans, but there was still a right and wrong way to do this. And when Rain gave his signal of two taps of his tail against the ground, telling Mountain he was green, the Earth Ghoul got right back into it.

    Not loosening the hold Mountain had on Rain’s throat, he sank to his knees behind Rain and put his mouth right by the shell of the Water Ghoul’s ear, “You think you’re so good? I’ll need you to prove it.”

    “Please.” Rain got out, quite literally choked off, “Wanna be so good. Your good boy.”

    “One good thing, I suppose, is you’re already prepared for me.” Mountain said, running a hand along Rain’s dick print. Rain could feel his smirk as the Earth Ghoul squeezed Rain’s neck and cock at the same time.

    He wanted to moan or say something, but the hand on his throat simply forbade it. Rain was starting to see sparkles and gave one harsh tap with his tail to tell Mountain he needed to let go, and the Earth Ghoul did so immediately.

    “Fuck.” Rain gasped as he took lung-fulls of air. His jeans somehow grew even tighter and he was sure that the button was about to pop off them.

    “Stand up.” Mountain commanded as he did the same, again enveloping Rain in his shadow.

    Rain did so, wobbly slightly as he got his breath back. He tried to turn and face Mountain but a rough hand shoved his shoulder.

    “I didn’t tell you to do that, did I?” Mountain nearly snarled, “I thought you wanted to be good?”

    The push from Mountain made Rain nearly fall straight into the drum kit. But he managed to catch himself, hands braced on the high tom. He shuddered and knew he’d played right into Mountain’s hand when the Earth Ghoul let out a chuckle at the stance Rain had landed in.

    “Maybe you are good.” Mountain said contemplatively, kicking his stool out the way and pressing his own clothed bulge against Rain’s clothed ass, “You look so eager like this. Practically begging for it.”

    Rain was close to fully begging. But thankfully he didn’t have to as saw Mountain’s t-shirt land in a heap over one of the cymbals. Mountain used a hand on each of them to get both of their flies open and pushed Rain’s jeans down with his underwear before his own. Rain groaned in anticipation when that heavy appendage landed with a slap on his lower back.

    It was definitely going to take them a while to get back to their practice session. But of course, it’s important for drum and bass to properly lock in with each other so their music sounded the best it could.

A/n: Syren herself has picked up and wrote a chapter 2 where we do indeed see Mountain wrecking Rain over the drum kit…

[ramblingoak]

Boxer Exchange

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 1 - Cuteness Aggression

Mountain x Rain

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mountain has a little farm and sells flowers at the local farmer's market. Rain meets him there while selling his art. ~

Warnings: some suggestive things but otherwise just fluff! nsfw just in case, 18+ only/mdni, 400 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

The chickens were the final straw.

Ok, not exactly the chickens themselves but the ghoul currently out there feeding the chickens.  The earth ghoul that Rain had been daydreaming about relentlessly since he had first seen him at the farmer’s market.  The ghoul that filled up an entire sketchbook at this point with another soon to be added to the pile.  The one that Rain had maybe, possibly confessed his feelings to the night before.

But really, after sex like that what else was he supposed to do?

Looking back, Rain probably shouldn’t have tackled him in the chicken pen.  There were feathers and…other things all over the ground.  One of the hens, Princess Penelope if he remembered correctly, had already wandered over to pick through Mountain’s hair.  The earth ghoul himself was peering up at Rain looking equal parts amused and confused.

“Uh, everything ok?”

“Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.”  Rain flicked an errant feather off Mountain’s chest, his eyes following it for a moment before he couldn’t help but look back at all the skin on display.  Mountain quirked an eyebrow up, his big hands slowly sliding up Rain’s thighs and his tail wrapping around his waist.  “This is your fault actually.”

“My fault?  I’m just out here feeding my chickens.”

“Naked.” 

“I have boxers on.”

“You have my boxers on.  They’re barely covering anything!”  Mountain only gave him a dirty smirk in reply, his fingers digging into the water ghoul’s ass.  Rain had grabbed Mountain’s boxers before he came outside since his own had been missing from the bedroom floor.  After looking out the window and seeing Mountain with his hair in a messy bun wearing just boxers and a pair of pink boots while he sweet talked his chickens well…  “I will not apologize for my actions.”

“Duckweed, you can tackle me whenever you want.”  Rain rolled his eyes at the nickname but before he could complain about it he found himself being manhandled as Mountain stood up.  He ended up slung over Mountain’s shoulder which he definitely would have bitched about if it didn’t give him a great view of the earth ghoul’s ass.  “We should shower and then have breakfast.”

“Is that all?”

Rain couldn’t help but shiver when Mountain chuckled.  

“Oh don’t worry,”  Mountain pinched his butt and Rain yelped, scaring the hens off that had wandered close.  “We’ll do lots of stuff in between.”

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[mak-be-ghouled]

Can I have a little snippet of Mountain/Rain? Sweet or spicy, I don’t care. 💕

Here's some sweet Mountain/Rain bc as much as I love spicy I don't think I'm good at writing it

I may have gotten a bit carried away so enjoy almost 1k words of tooth-rotting fluff under the cut

Mountain’s eyes flutter open at the first hint of sun, curse his inability to sleep in, no matter how late he may have stayed up the night before. But as the sleep induced fog dissipates from his vision, he is met with something equally as dreamlike. 

Rain, still fast asleep, sprawled out practically on top of the earth ghoul, bare chest to bare chest. Rain truly was Mountain's siren, and Mountain his pirate. Rain nuzzles in closer to Mountain’s neck in his sleep and Mountain can't help the smile tugging at the corners of his lips, filled with nothing but complete and utter adoration for the ghoul currently drooling on his chest. 

But as all good things must come to an end, Mountain knows he has to start the day, winter is approaching and the greenhouse needs his magic, regardless of how much sleep he got, his aching joints, or even his own sleeping beauty. Apparently not everything is as enraptured by his siren as he is.  

Rain begins to stir, rubbing his eyes and wining in protest as Mountain holds him tight. Not because he doesn't love being entangled in Mountain’s embrace, but because he knows what this one in particular means. Mountain only ever holds him this specific way when he's about to get up, and Rain is just as aware of the time of year as Mountain is, his own joints becoming increasingly stiff and the lake turning unbearable, even to a water ghoul such as himself.  

“I know my love, I'll be back before you wake again, I promise”  

Mountain shushes Rain's whines. 

And Rain knows the earth ghoul is telling the truth, a ghoul of routine, Mountain will return a few hours later, two steaming mugs of tea sitting next to him, his hair tied into a messy bun, reading glasses sitting low on his nose, and some romance book Rain can't ever seem to remember the title of. Rain knows he’ll wake up with his arm slung around Mountain’s hips, his head pillowed on his stomach, because even in his sleep he will always find Mountain.  

So, Rain reluctantly lets Mountain roll him off to the side and tuck him back into their plush nest, nestling his shark plushie into place, a poor excuse for a Mountain replacement if you ask Rain, but for now it'll have to do. He knows all too well that convincing Mountain to stay is impossible, truly a ghoul of routine, but he will wake again soon to that handsome face. 

Before Mountain leaves their bedroom, he pads over to what he assumes to be a sleeping Rain, pressing a kiss between his horns 

“Rest well my love, I’ll be back soon”  

Rain mumbles something unintelligible into his shark plushie 

“What was that baby?” 

Mountain giggles out the question 

“Wear a jacket...is cold out” 

Rain slurs sleepily, only a fraction more discernable.  

Mountain laughs again, 

“Yes my love, I will, promise” 

Mountain begins his trek down to the greenhouse, it shouldn't be a trek, it really isn't, but the cold weather has begun seeping into his joints already. Wrapping itself around his knees and spine, settling for its hibernation, ever persistent for the coming months. 

Not even an hour into his morning duties, Mountain hears the door of the greenhouse creek open. He expects to see Swiss or Dew, fellow early risers in the mood for a quiet morning, or a not so quiet one he supposes. What he doesn't expect to see when he turns around however, is his beautiful water ghoul, drowning in a pair sweatpants and a hoodie that must be at least 3 sizes too big for him, his hands poking out just enough to hold two steaming mugs of tea. 

Mountain huffs out a laugh as he moves towards Rain, smiling brightly and taking the mug from Rain’s outstretched hand. Mountain takes a sip of the tea, somehow it always tastes better when Rain makes it, he swears he does something to it, water ghoul magic or something else, he doesn't care to find out as long as Rain is willing to surprise him with tea. 

Rather than thanking him with words, something both of them are too tired to truly comprehend at the moment, Mountain sets his mug down, Rain following suit, and pulls the water ghoul into himself. Any tension Rain was feeling immediately dissipates as he bathes in the radiance that is Mountain in his element. 

Mountain pulls away, smiling to himself while Rain protests for the second time this morning, 

“Are those my clothes?”  

Mountain gazes down at Rain, mock interrogating 

“No, they're mine, found ‘em in my closet” 

“Rainy, baby, love of my life, you are drowning in those” 

“Nuh uh, ‘m a water ghoul, can't be drownin’” 

Mountain chuckles, and pulls Rain back to his chest 

“Everything alright?” 

Mountain asks after a long moment, a bit worried, he really did mean he’d be back soon and he was under the impression Rain was okay with that. 

“Uh huh, just missed you” 

Rain responds, pulling Mountain impossibly closer. 

Mountain smiles at that, leading Rain over to the daybed situated in the greenhouse. His knees had begun protesting all the standing and he could imagine Rain’s were probably doing the same. 

After getting settled into the daybed, Rain pushes himself up, hovering over Mountain 

“I would like my good morning kiss now” 

Rain says entirely matter-of-factly 

Mountain chuffs, 

“So now you're bossy and a thief”  

Mountain accuses an entirely unmoving Rain. 

“Whatever you want my prince” 

Mountain whispers before reaching out for Rain's cheek, pulling him into a soft kiss. Rain hums into it, content with where the morning is going. 

[mercurysketches]

ghoulies and a messy primo

[moldycantaloupe]

Mushy May Day 16

(bonus prompt 10) "shut up i'm taking care of you"

Cw's: mental health problems. isolation, self deprecation, issues eating, non-sexual nudity (showering together). but it is a mushy prompts list, so all ends well!

notes; this one was like a mind flayer and took control over my hands and suddenly there 1,2k words of hurt/comfort, my fave. thanks as always to @forlorn-crows for putting together the prompts!

Rain didn’t… know what happened. The day before, everything was fine. Normal even. They ate their dinner with the pack, played on their acoustic with Dew, and then went to bed. It was an easy, simple night. They laid in their bed, exhaustion heavy in their muscles, but their mind raced.

They knew they were okay. Logically they knew the pack cared so deeply about them. Logic, unfortunately, was not winning the battle tonight. They felt the first round of tears sting and scrubbed viciously at their eyes, their breathing shaky. Their mind screamed at them to hide away, isolate from their pack until they were nothing more than a nameless ghoul. No one would notice, they figured. 

But, logically, everyone would notice. They knew logically. 

It started with a quiet knock in the morning. A little later than when they usually woke up, but a sleepless night forced the exhaustion to seep further down into their bones. The knock wasn’t persistent, just someone coming to wake them up for breakfast. Judging from the footfall after they knocked, it was most likely either Aurora or Cirrus. Rain opted with Cirrus.

Twenty minutes went by before the next round of knocking started, followed by Aether’s soft voice. He mentioned that they left a plate for them in the oven, and that he was there for them if they wanted to talk. That they all were. They curled into themselves further, throwing the blanket over their eyes to hide even farther. Had they really done this so much that the pack knew their patterns? It hadn’t even been an hour and already they were being a nuisance to their pack. 

The day wasted away. They only got up to use the bathroom before crawling back to their bed. The bedding felt heavy against their skin, the pillow somehow greasy, but it was all they had in the moment. It felt like they were in fight or flight, and their body and mind couldn’t pick an option. 

A few others came by throughout the morning and into the afternoon. Most would knock, call out, and then leave when they got no response. They heard Phantom walk by at some point, and the young quint didn’t knock nor call out. Rain thought they had left quietly before they quietly sighed, just barely loud enough that Rain could hear, before finally walking away. They felt a fresh batch of tears well in their eyes at the disappointment obvious in the quint.

It was nearing the evening of the day. Rain stayed in their fetal position most of the day, their body aching in ways that were comforting but ultimately awful. They felt cold, a type that couldn’t be fixed with blankets. Their stomach groaned in need of food but they felt nauseous at the thought of eating or drinking anything. They had flitted in and out of sleep for most of the day, but the exhaustion made its way down through their bones and into their core. 

They were woken up from their nth nap of the day by the doorknob turning and the door opening. They smelt before they heard Mountain enter, the earthy smell of sage and rosemary flooding their room. They held their breath and kept their body stone still, scared of what he was here to do. They felt guilt immediately for assuming the worst in the gentle giant, but kept still. 

Instead of anything malicious, he sat down at the end of the bed and placed his hand against their calf. He messaged at the skin. It was so warm. Their eyes stared directly ahead of them to the blank wall, not daring to look at him.

“Rain,” he quietly called out. They didn’t respond. 

He sighed and took his hand away to stand. They violently flinched when he scooped his arms under them and picked them up bridal style. They shut their eyes tight.

“We’re going to wash up,” Mountain pulled the mounds of blankets off and away from them, the dull thud as they fell sharp against their ears, “and then try and get some food into you. Does that sound good, starfish?” 

Rain kept their eyes shut. Mountain took it as a yes and walked towards the bathroom. 

He sat them on the toilet and they slouched heavily until their head hit his stomach. He twisted to turn the water on before he focused his attention back towards them. With a bit of maneuvering, the two managed to get their clothes off, Rain being very little help. Mountain said nothing as he lowered Rain onto their shower seat, the spray of the water forcing a heavy sigh out of them. He shucked his shirt to the ground and stepped in himself, just to the side of them. They hesitated every movement as he helped get them clean; fingers twitching when he asked for them to lift their arm, head locked in place when he pointed the sprayer towards their hair. Everything built up higher and higher in their small body until it came crumbling down when he massaged the shampoo into their curls, his blunt fingers rubbing soothing circles into their scalp. Their face, deadpan and void of emotion before, broke into a deep frown as the tears that teased them all day finally fell down their face, an ugly sob coming deep from their chest. They held their head in their hands while Mountain continued to lather the soap through their hair. They leaned into his touch, suds spreading to his abdomen. He kicked up a purr that vibrated through their ears to their brain. They sobbed harder, loud whines and hiccups and guttural cries.

“I’m-” they sucked in a harsh breath, “I’m sor- sorry-”

“None of that,” Mountain spoke softly but firm, voice unwavering. 

“I was being- being so selfish.” They argued. 

He shook his head. “It happens, starfish.”

“And now I’m f-forcing you to deal with me-” they were interrupted by him leaning down, just enough for them to see him through tears, and his smile was so gentle, so caring. So genuine. It made them fall harder into him.

“None of that.” Mountain stood back up and leaned over to grab the spray. They let his firm hand tip their head back as he began washing the suds out of their hair. “I’m taking care of you.”

The rest of the shower consisted of Mountain rubbing conditioner through their hair as their sobbing died down into something quiet. He helped them dry off and put into clean clothing, boxers and a shirt that was definitely not theirs. He opened the bathroom door and their nose twitched. It led them to their nightstand, where a bowl of oatmeal sat. Mountain sat them on their bed, the covers and pillows no longer feeling heavy but warm and comfortable, and crawled in himself. He whispered kind words as they carefully ate, the bowl warm against their thighs. They set the bowl back down after a few bites, stomach still upset from their mental turmoil of the day. Mountain didn’t complain, though. He praised them as he tucked the two of them in.

Rain hid themselves away into his chest, arms cautiously wrapped around his waist. He purred loud enough for the next room over to hear. They rubbed their head against him in an attempt to scent him, his scent lulling them into a soft mindset and heavy eyes.

“Mount,” they slurred into his skin. He hummed in question.

“Thank you.” 

He shifted a hand to their still damp hair and began scratching at their horns. They began to purr as well. 

[miasmaghoul]

(horny and embarrassed about it)

miasma i read your hornplay fic and now it has me in a chokehold (i wish i could write as well as you do cause i NEED to see this)

but might i request - trans!mountain literally just riding his clit on rain's horns. makin a mess on em. idk just MOUNTAIN RIDING HIS CLIT ON RAIN'S HORNS

Rain's horns do make excellent grinders. Smooth like sea glass, curled back and decorated with subtle ridges, they aren't as sensitive as some of the others might be. But that doesn't mean he'll ever say no when someone starts grazing their fingers along them and whispering in his ear about how much they'd like to give one a ride.

Mountain hadn't even considered it until he overheard Cumulus and Aurora gossiping one morning. He'd been in the hall, empty coffee mug in hand on his way for a refill, and as they giggled about sharing Aether's horns the night before all Mountain could picture was Rain.

He'd stumbled into Rain's bedroom without so much as knocking, wide eyed and hopeful, and not even the sight of a bound and gagged Swiss bouncing in Rain's lap had dissuaded him. He'd blurted his sudden need with a thick tongue and tense thighs, and the silence that fell was so thick it stole his breath away.

Thankfully, Rain had been in a giving mood.

It was a bit awkward to arrange, but now that they're here Mountain can't believe it took him so long to think of this. Rain has certainly spent plenty of time playing with his antlers, stroking the velvety length of them until Mountain was a hopeless mess, but this...this is different.

Rain's laying on his back now, casual as ever, Swiss still impaled on his cock and struggling to stay balanced. Not that he's complaining - Swiss likes to fight, after all. Mountain's knelt at Rain's head, legs spread wide and half-leaning against the headboard, one hand gripping the mattress for dear life and the other between his thighs. Spreading his cunt so slick lips hug the surface of Rain's horn and leave a sticky trail behind. Mountain can't stop watching his clit throb as it drags over another ridge, stomach jumping with every brush.

"You're drooling," Rain informs him, deeply amused, and Mountain nods. Talking is too much to expect from him right now.

Rain's hands have been resting on Swiss' thighs, thumbs teasing around the other ghoul's folds in the most torturous way, and Swiss makes a truly devastated sound when Rain pulls one away. Rain doesn't even acknowledge it, and judging by the way Swiss' whole being shudders thats sort of the point. Mountain doesn't know or care. He just knows that those long, elegant fingers are trailing up his own stomach now, drifting through sweat-matted hair and caressing the gentle swell of his chest.

"I can help with that."

Two of those skilled digits press themselves into his mouth, Mountain goes stiff, and when he soaks Rain's hair with his release it's all he can do to stay upright.

"Don't stop now," Rain taunts, fucking Mountain's mouth through his inelegant gurgling, and Mountain couldn't keep his hips from rolling even if he wanted to. "Make me happy and I'll give you a turn when I'm done with this one."

Rain punctuates his statement with one sharp jab of his hips, and the way Swiss howls behind his gag is enough to make Mountain's cunt clench.

"Yes, Sir," he slurs, tongue laving at Rain's fingers, and as he watches Swiss' tears start to fall Mountain can't wait for his turn.

[v-ternus]

mountain and rain prone bone but rain is the one draped over mountain’s back

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[dewphomet]

~ More old Ghoul doodles I never posted meanwhile I work on a new Rain drawing 💙 Here's some Mountain and Aether ⛧

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Caught

Pairings: Rain X Dewdrop X Mountain

Type: Smut

Summary: Mountain is away on a business trip. Dewdrop decides to be a brat, and Rain is more than happy to let Mountain tag along in his taming.

Warnings: Consensual videoing/photographing, gags, nipple clamps, shibari, bondage, vibrators, anal fingering, dildos, phone sex

Word Count: 1,074

Notes: Read here on ao3.

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Mountain could not possibly hate this Ministry more. He had been brought along on Copia’s business meeting for whatever the reason was. It had only been a few days, but he missed his pack.

There were ghouls here, but they were territorial, and they of course didn’t trust Mountain. Rightfully so. He wouldn’t be happy if a random ghoul set foot onto his territory either.

He missed his own Ministry, but he was here to help Copia, and that was enough to help him push through.

He sighed as he rested his head against the pillows as he tried to relax in the much too small bed. He pulled out his phone to see a message from Rain. He smiled when he saw the water ghoul’s contact photo pop up, clicking on it to see one of Rain’s sweet ‘goodnight’ messages.

Instead, it was a message that read “Caught something for you :)” with a photo attached.

What he wasn’t expecting to see was a photo of Dewdrop, naked on Rain’s bed. His long, blond hair was braided and pushed out of his face, which adorned a black and blue ball gag. His neck, chest, and thighs had been marked. His arms were tied behind his back in some elaborate shabari setup that Rain undoubtedly did. The rope was looped around his chest in a bra-like pattern with a trail of diamonds leading to his painfully hard, leaking cock. Mountain groaned when he saw the cock ring wrapping around the base of the fire ghoul’s cock. Dew’s tail was wrapped around one of his thighs, both of which were also adorned with the same blue rope as the rest of him.

Dewdrop looked absolutely wrecked. Mountain was beginning to chub up in his sweatpants that he thankfully had the smart enough to switch into before collapsing. He clicked on the photo, which he didn’t realize was one of many until a selection showed on his screen.

He scrolled through the photos before finding a video that Rain had sent. Nothing had changed from the photos except for the vibe now being pressed against Dewdrop’s dick.

Mountain clicked play and the first sound he heard was a whorish moan muffled by the gag and the sound of buzzing from the vibrator which was clearly set on high.

“Come on, baby, why don’t you tell Mountain what a pain in the ass you’ve been all day?” Rain’s voice rang through as he rubbed the vibrator over the head of Dew’s cock who could only moan in response.

He could see the way Dew struggled in his binds, and he couldn’t resist pulling out his own cock, immediately wrapping his fist around it.

“What was that, sweetheart? I don’t think he could hear you,” Rain said, meanly pulling the vibrator away.

Dewdrop was panting. His cheeks were wet, and Mountain wasn’t sure whether it was from tears or the spit that had gathered around the gag. Was Rain edging him? Lucifer almighty, what he would give to be in that room.

Mountain groaned as he twisted his hand, rubbing a thumb along his slit, sliding through more photos until he heard the ping. A new message.

Rain: Did you see your surprise?

Mountain: Fucking hell Waterlily

Rain: So is that a yes?

Mountain: Yes

Mountain waited for another response, and was pleasantly surprised to see more photos with Dewdrop in a new position. His shoulders and face were pressed against the bed, his ass raised in the air. He didn’t have the ball gag in anymore, and his tail had been re-tied, giving Mountain a clear view of his slick hole, easily taking two of Rain’s fingers.

He clicked on the next video. “Please, Rain…” Dew’s voice sounded raw.

“You’re not talking to me right now,” Rain responded, seeming unfazed as he continued to curl and scissor his fingers, stretching Dewdrop open.

“Mountain…please…need your cock,” he whined, burying his face in the sheets. Mountain wished he could see the puddle of precum forming under the fire ghoul.

Rain pulled his two fingers out, focusing the video on the way Dew clenched around nothing.

“Unholy shit,” Mountain groaned, throwing his head back as the video stopped.

Rain: You better answer

Mountain stared at the message, confused until his phone began to ring. A video call.

He couldn’t have possibly answered any faster than he did. The phone was pointed directly at Dewdrop’s fucked out face, but from what he could tell, Dewdrop didn’t seem to notice that it wasn’t just a video anymore.

“Go on, baby, beg Mountain for his fat cock. Tell him how much you want him to stuff your greedy little hole,” Rain commanded. Mountain could hear the grin behind his voice.

“Need it…need it so bad, please, fuck me, Mountain.”

“Oh, baby boy, you don’t know how bad I wish I could right now,” Mountain grinned, reveling in the way Dewdrop’s eyes widened at the reveal.

Rain pulled the camera from Dewdrop’s face, putting his stretched hole on display. He watched Rain drizzle lube onto Dew, then circle his hole with two fingers, spreading the cool liquid around.

Mountain continued to stroke his own cock to the display, but when he saw the toy Rain chose for the night, he couldn’t help the way his cock kicked, a spurt of pre dribbling down his hand.

It was an exact replica of Mountain’s cock. Exactly the same down to the veins and skin tone. “Fuck, Rain…had this all planned out for me, didn’t you?”

Rain chuckled as he pushed the tip of the dildo into Dewdrop. “What else would I be doing?”

Dewdrop moaned obscenely as Rain continued to push the large toy into him. “Look at you…I’m not even there and you’re still begging for my cock,” Mountain asked, pleased with the effect he had on Dewdrop.

Dew nodded into the sheets below him. “Tell him how much you miss the real thing, Dewdrop.”

“Miss you so bad, Mount…fuck! I need you to fuck me…need you to use me and make me yours,” he groaned. If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t from this position, Mountain was sure Dewdrop was about to collapse as Rain pushed the silicone cock fully into Dewdrop.Mountain cursed as he felt himself nearing his orgasm from the sight on the screen in front of him. 

“Fuck, baby…don’t worry. When I get back, I’m going to ruin you.”