#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.

[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…

[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.

[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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[madangel19]

Mushy May Day 6: "You're Blushing"

Another adorable prompt from @forlorn-crows mushy may list! Mountain and Rain spend some time by the lake :3

Pairing: Mountain/Rain

Rating: Everyone ^-^

Word Count: 573

It was a perfectly warm afternoon. A perfect day to spend by the lake. Mountain sat by the edge of the water, watching as Rain splashed around in the water. The water ghoul was beyond excited when he heard news about the lake warming up after such a cold winter. He could still swim in the lake when it was cold, but he often complained after coming out and needed a much needed hot bath. 

“There’s a bunch new rocks I’ve never seen before down here! How did I miss these?” Rain exclaimed after coming to the surface with his hands full of different objects.

“Come on over and show them to me!” Mountain replied, eager to see Rain’s treasure. Rain often wasn’t the type to get overly excited about anything, so seeing him like this was rare.

The water ghoul swam to shore and briefly shook himself before sitting next to him. He laid out his collection of rocks and grabbed two different orange rocks.

“This one is a jasper and that’s agate! They kinda remind me of Dewdrop a bit. Fiery just like him,” Rain chuckled while handing him the stones. Mountain held the stones up to the sun, admiring their beauty. 

“Some of these stones are usually found in underwater caves so there has to be one around here. I’ll find it sooner or later and make it mine,” Rain crowed, holding up several black stones. 

The water ghoul continued to ramble on excitedly about the different stones he collected, his smile getting all the wider and toothier. Mountain couldn’t help but stare at him affectionately. He was so passionate about his rocks. The rest of the pack would listen to him whenever the topic was brought up, but the conversation often changed quickly to other topics and there was an obvious drop in enthusiasm from the water ghoul. It was nice listening to him talk even though he already knew so much about rocks.

“Ah, am I boring you? You haven’t said anything,” Rain said.

“Oh no. Keep talking about the rocks. I like listening to you talk about them so passionately,” Mountain said, inching closer to the water ghoul. Rain was quiet for a moment before his cheeks turned a light pink and he chirped, sounding like a baby alligator.

“You’re blushing, Rainy,” Mountain smiled, his tail thumping against the earth.

Rain quickly covered the bottom half of his mouth, still chirping and being absolutely adorable. 

“Fuck…I am. You…really like it when I talk about rocks?” He questioned after a few more chirps. 

“Absolutely. You’re so passionate and I love to see it,” Mountain replied.

More silence. It was clear he wouldn’t get anything else out of the water ghoul unless he changed the subject soon. 

Moments passed and Rain moved to sit next to Mountain, nuzzling his shoulder and wrapping his tail around his middle. The earth ghoul purred, petting the top of his head. He grabbed a shiny black rock at random and showed it to Rain.

“Tell me about this one, Rain,” he said. He knew what it was, but he wanted him to keep talking. Rain touched it with delicate claws, chirping softly.

“That’s a lucky stone,” Rain started.

Mountain hummed in content as he continued listening to the water ghoul talk about why such a stone was called a lucky stone. He was glad he came out to the lake with Rain today.

[divine-misfortune]

So many things that I would do if I had my way with you

Kinktober day 6: Quickie

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Mountain/Rain

Words: 1,836

Tags: Face-fucking, oral sex, rough sex, semi public sex, degradation, cum facial, dubiously consensual blowjobs, threats of mouth knotting, mean Mountain, Rain's a tease and gets in trouble

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The corner Rain tugged the earth ghoul towards was hardly tucked away and that was by design. He liked the threat of prying eyes, and reveled in the way Mountain bristled at the thought. A private creature thrown from his element, he was Rain’s favorite prey to pounce upon, and today he was keen on playing with his food. 

Rain had decided Mountain to be the object of his affections today before they’d even stepped off the tour bus, and he truly was one of the most fun to toy with because of how intently he would always watch Rain play his games with the rest of his pack. Big guy was always brimming with envy by the time he set his sights on him and Rain could feel it with every move he made, the weight of his gaze followed him in every move he made. 

Mountain was the bow bending under the pressure Rain continuously laid on with every calculated attack. The shimmy of his hips as he changed into his uniform, the hand he laid on Mountain’s chest as he spoke in that purposefully hushed voice that had Mountain’s drooping ears perking up, the kisses that lingered longer and longer - he could practically feel Mountain shake with desire, straining not to break. 

Leaning back against the wall, he pulled Mountain closer by the belt loops. Hips being drawn together with a whispered request of “kiss me” that Mountain obliged before he could let out the rest of his breath. Somehow despite how quickly their lips crashed together they managed to avoid smashing their teeth together as well - hellish fangs being smoothed down by glamor certainly helped avoid the unpleasant experience. It’s a clumsy motion that takes a few beats to sync up, a process that really takes longer than it should have because of the fact Mountain is simply voracious. Wanting to take and take everything Rain had to give in the first touch of their lips, he was licking over the seam of his mouth within seconds and unknowingly playing further into Rain’s hands. One of which was lazily palming at him behind his zipper, the sensation of his cock filling out in his hands was always Rain’s favorite part. 

“Couldn’t get a minute of you to myself, tadpole.” Mountain mumbled in between kisses, voice tinged with the particularly desperate flavor of want that he was so fond of. “Like you were trying to get me to chase you.”

”And if I was?” He questioned with a squeeze to the growing bulge in his pants, reveling in the hurt little sound that catches in his throat. “Would you forgive me?”

”Could be convinced.” His head fell back, kiss broken, hips pressing forward into his dangerously clever hands. Rain took the excuse to nip at his bared neck, grinning at the full bodied jolt it earned him.

Gracefully he slipped to the floor and Mountain watched him expectantly but his face twisted up when all Rain did was kiss at his clothed cock a few times, looking up at him with sultry cerulean eyes. His expression shifted into disappointment as the water ghoul pet up his thighs and nuzzled his face against where he tented, very obviously  making no move to free him from his fabric prison. No intent to take him out and offer a little relief. 

“Promise I’ll make it up to you later, love.”

”Later?” Mountain grimaced at the word, brow furrowing deep. The irritated edge in his voice was becoming clear now but the sudden shift in his scent was impossible to miss. “You’re fucking kidding me.” 

“Well we’re about to go on,” Rain shrugged, something uneasy and borderline excited flipped in his stomach. 

He knew when to make a tactical retreat but for once, Rain had miscalculated. Upon trying to stand he found himself shoved back to his knees hard, a ruthless hand twisting up in his carefully tamed hair. Looking up made that brief funny feeling in his belly turn to something more recognizable, nervousness shadowing arousal. Gold glinted down at him dangerously, ghoulish nature bleeding through Mountain’s glamor as he single-handedly worked his belt off. 

“Shut the fuck up and open your mouth.” He snapped and Rain began to protest, argue the point that they really were due on stage in a few short minutes. Mountain didn’t care. Didn’t want to hear it. So he tugged at his hair and forced himself past his parted lips, laughing when Rain gagged at the sudden intrusion. “Don’t be so dramatic, I know you can fucking take it.” 

Now pinned between the wall and Mountain’s hips, Rain truly had nowhere to go. Proud nose pressed into the dark bed of hair and held there, Mountain seemed set on molding his throat around his cock and his head swam. His inability to breathe quickly became an issue but once again, Mountain didn’t seem to care. Growled when he pawed at his thigh. 

“You’re not getting out of this. Figure it out.” 

Rain whined and let the magic concealing him drip away, the gills on his neck freed and instantly fluttering desperately for air. Breathing did nothing to clear the fog starting to cloud his head, and neither did the way Mountain began to fuck in and out of his mouth. Rough enough to bump the back of his skull against the wall with every thrust - he’d nearly teased his way right into a concussion. 

Mountain groaned above him, one hand wrapped around his horn and the other fisted in his hair, pushing and pulling him easily. Could have done whatever he damn well pleased with him and Rain knew he could do nothing to stop it. The thought shouldn’t have sent something hot rippling through him but the fact it did was undeniable. Despite his jaw going slack, the ache at the hinge was still bothersome, and he’d regret every decision he’d made in the morning but in the moment his senses were beginning to blur together, hazy warmth trickling into his head.

Drool dripped from his mouth as Mountain’s balls slapped against his chin, droplets landing on a growing wet spot on the front of his pants. It sounded wet. Dirty. Everyone could certainly hear it behind the sound of Mountain huffing and growling, slipping back into something undomesticated and wild, driven there by an elusive siren. 

“That’s what I thought,” he hissed through his teeth and bullied the whole of his length down his throat again, little twitches of his hips only driving him deeper when Rain swallowed obediently around him. “Get a cock in you and you finally start acting right. Quit acting like a fucking slut and I won’t have to treat you like one.”

Rain moaned. A little sound and a flutter of his gills. 

“But you like it when I treat you like this, don’t you?” His lips curled but Rain couldn’t tell if it was a smirk or a snarl. 

With another shallow thrust, nudging against the back of his throat, Rain realized Mountain had not pushed nearly as deep. His eyes crossed trying to look down the bridge of his nose and Mountain laughed coldly, mumbling something about how stupid he looked. Rain blinked dumbly at the small pudgy knot beginning to form at the base, making a vaguely distressed sounding noise as Mountain forced it into his mouth. Not fat enough to catch but enough to add to the strain on his already abused jaw muscles. 

“Aw, princess wants me to knot his mouth huh?” 

He tried in vain to shake his head, held still by the hand around his horn. Mountain wouldn’t let him lie so easily.

Somewhere down the hall they heard Swiss’ booming voice calling for the other ghouls and Mountain cursed, abruptly withdrawing from the warm hole he’d been so thoroughly enjoying to resort to his hands. He tipped Rain’s face up towards him and the water ghoul’s mouth stayed open, tongue lolling out of his mouth. If he wasn’t so focused on the fist flying desperately up and down his shaft he’d have mocked Rain for being such a good little cock sucker but he was racing against a ticking clock. He just continued to stroke himself chasing the release he knew would do nothing to quell the fire in his blood, the throb of his swelling knot told him as much. 

“Fuck, fuck, sh-hit-!” 

The tip bumped against Rain’s tongue a few times, unintentionally rewarding him with the heady taste they both knew he craved, but the little extra stimulation was what he needed. Mountain bit at his lip as his face screwed up, frantically dragging his head up and down his tongue with every pass of his fist until he slapped his hand against the wall with a final grunt. Thick ropes of white sprayed across Rain’s face; his flushed and tear stained cheeks, into his hairline, just shy of his open and waiting mouth, a little even almost managed to get in his eye. 

Mountain’s mouth hung open, eyes rolled back as his hips jerked clumsily forward trying to milk out more spend than what his body wanted to give. His chest heaved as he squeezed his knot in vain, grimacing as his cock stayed hard despite the absolute mess he'd painted his mate with. 

“Mountain?! Rain?! I swear to the high hells if you two don’t appear in the next sixty seconds I am going to burn you both alive in your sleep!” 

If Rain had the mental faculties to do so, he’d be making a similar face. Left dirtied and now rushed by a distant fire ghoul’s yelling. But Rain was far from coherent enough to do so, sagging back against the wall when Mountain released him in order to tuck his dick into his waistband in hopes of hiding his frustration. It barely did the trick but at least it wasn’t as obvious. With that matter sorted, Mountain shifted his attention to him and rolled his eyes.

”Belial, you got so cockdrunk you’re useless.” 

Mountain yanked him to his feet with ease, like jerking around a rag doll. Rain offered no resistance, not that he would have if he could. 

Things moved quickly despite how heavy and sluggish he felt. It was like he blinked and suddenly Mountain had his own helmet on, straightening out his own disheveled uniform the best he could without seeing his reflection. He just remained propped up against the wall where he’d been left. Faintly he recognized the desire between his thighs and the autopilot in his brain thought to press his hand to it but his arms hung leaded at his side and he whined petulantly. 

“You…” Mountain pulled the bunched up balaclava from around his neck, over the lower half of his still cum-covered face “I will deal with you later.”

”But ‘m all sticky-“

”Don’t blame me for the consequences of your stupid actions. Put your helmet on and lets fucking go.”

[forlorn-crows]

quick little thing to write: mounty begging rainy to pleaseplease open his legs and let him see his cunt we wants to kiss so bad

two days of ghoul cunt in a row eat up fuckers

what is quick to us will certainly not be quick with rain in charge . . . transmasc rainy as always, you know the drill

Mountain could watch for hours how rivulets of water flow over Rain’s naked form; clear veins of his element clinging to his skin in entrancing lighting-shaped patterns that draw his eyes all the way down to his toes. He watches as the pathways along his back fork and morph as his mate washes his hair. They zigzag along the ridge of fins on either side of his spine and cut across his ribs, just to meet again at the little divots in his lower back and snake down to the backs of his thighs. Mountain can’t help but reach out and divert the flow, running his palms along his torso with a happy rumble. 

“All you ever do is ogle me,” Rain complains with a false pout. “Can’t ever be bothered to use those hands to scrub instead of grope, hm?”

“I like your grime; why would I ever wash it off?” Mountain counters with a nip to his soapy ear. “I’d let you be my slimy fishy forever,” he whispers against the shell of it, using his proximity to wrap his arms around his waist and pull him against his chest with a self-satisfied trill. 

“Eugh. You’re a nasty beastie.” Rain swats at him with the end of his tail, fins slapping wetly against Mountain’s calf. 

“Your nasty beastie.” He hooks his chin over the water ghoul’s shoulder, face straight into the shower spray. It’s pleasantly warm, warmer than Rain usually likes, for Mountain’s sake. He hums at the shampoo-scented steam swirling around their faces, some beachy coconut variety that Rain nicked from one of their tour hotels—rare that he even likes any of the scents, let alone approves of the quality enough to use and take home. “Mm, you smell good.”

“I better,” Rain says airily. But he turns to give the earth ghoul a kiss anyway. It’s a small peck that turns into a lingering kiss, and that, paired with Mountain’s morning wood, turns into a full makeout session, all hopes of using the shower for its intended purpose gone down the drain with the last of Rain’s shampoo. 

“You’re too easy, my love,” the water ghoul teases against his lips. 

Mountain presses fully against his back, the hands on his waist drifting up towards his tits. He gently palms them both and ruts into the cleft of his ass, rumbling deep in his chest when Rain sighs prettily into his mouth. The earth ghoul licks in then, twirling his tongue around sharp double fangs. 

“How can I not be, sharing a shower with a beautiful siren like you?”

Rain smiles and reaches back to grab at Mountain’s outer thighs. Pulling his hips more purposefully against him as he arches into all of his touch. “Mm, keep saying nice things,” he says with a hint of mischief. 

“So gorgeous,” Mountain mumbles, grazing his lips against his sharp jaw. He sucks at the spot below his ear and earns a pleased huff from the water ghoul. He keeps going, dragging his mouth over fluttering gill fins and the soft skin of his neck. “Taste so good, tadpole.” 

Rain nuzzles against him. “You tell me often.”

“And I’ll keep telling you,” Mountain answers. He kneads harder at Rain’s tits as he moves to kiss over his shoulders, his spine. “You’re so soft. Like silk.” The words make him bite back a groan. Mountain echoes the sound with one of his own. Cock kicking against the back of Rain’s thigh as he sinks further down. “Fuck, you always make the prettiest noises. Will you make more for me?” 

Mountain’s hands drag down the front of Rain’s torso, coming to rest on his lower belly. Fingers playing with his damp happy trail, up and down. He’s soft there too, normally fluffy hair smoothed down by the water and coated in conditioning body wash. Could spend hours just there, too, playing with it. But Mountain shifts his attention and plants a kiss right above the base of his tail, and Rain breathes a cross between a laugh and a moan. Mountain can feel his stomach spasm under his hands. 

“Yeah,” he says softly, lifting his tail and swaying his hips. Making sure Mountain gets more than a delicious eyefull. “How ‘bout you make me?” Rain turns and looks down at him with a smirk and still-tired eyes. The smell of his arousal hits him like a brick, amplified in the humid air. Mountain shudders and lets his face fall forward into the small of Rain’s back, nose pressing flat into one of the dimples just above his ass. Snuffling like a dog to take in as much of his smell as possible. 

“Fuck,” he sighs. “Fuck, Rain.” Mountain’s mouth waters with the need to taste that arousal, cock bobbing to full hardness against his stomach. “Belial, I need you.”

Rain hums. “”M right here.”

“Let me see,” he pleads, hands sliding down the front of his thighs. “Please, need to kiss it, let me—”

“Yeah? You want it bad?”

Mountain whines, pathetic in his need for Rain’s cunt. “Please, darling, please don’t tease.” He brings his hands around to that perky round ass, grabbing both of his cheeks and spreading just so he can see a little more. The sight of his pink hole above perfectly dusky lips almost does him in right there. 

“Go on, put your mouth on it,” the water ghoul groans, leaning forward onto the shower tiles and spreading his legs. “Show me how much you want it.”

Rain’s lips spread apart as if in slow motion, obscene and sinful and wet as they separate in front of Mountain’s face, and the earth ghoul forgets how to breathe for a good five seconds. The stream of the shower morphs again and diverts a line right down to Rain’s dick. Mountain catches himself drooling as the water trickles off the little head, reminding him of soaked laps and wet sheets and endless orgasms squeezed out on his cock, and it’s so violent an image that he has to grab at himself to keep from shooting over Rain’s ankles. 

“Fuck, how’re you this perfect,” he growls. Without further hesitation, Mountain flips himself to sit between his legs, hands on either side of Rain’s feet, and nose pressed firmly into his mound. He darts his tongue out to lap at his clit, groaning as he coaxes it to full hardness in his mouth. The musky, salty taste of him grows stronger the longer he suckles at the tip, and Mountain could jerk off to just the sight of Rain above him, looking over his tits with heavy eyes and plush bottom lip sucked into his mouth. 

“That’s it,” the water ghoul breathes. “Shit, you kiss it so good.” He keens at a particularly hard suck, and both of their eyes roll.

“Pretty,” Mountain mumbles against his folds. Dipping a little lower so he can really taste them. 

“That fucking nose, sunflower,” Rain gasps. He drops a hand down to his horns, gripping the base of it so he can grind from tip to bridge. “Feels so good.”

A jolt of pleasure runs down his spine, and it rips an embarrassing, garbled noise straight from his gut. “Satanas, Rainy, use me,” he blurts out. 

Rain huffs a laugh. “You’d suffocate if I used you how I really wanted.”

A glob of pre fit to rival a water ghoul squirts from the tip of his dick, and he stutters into his entrance: “I’d—fuck, I’d let you.” 

“Hh-oh,” Rain gasps. “Sit on you ‘til your eyes cross.” He grinds again, smiling lazily. “So cute when you do that. Drunk on me like a dog with a good bone, huh?”

Mountain groans long and deep, gripping Rain’s thigh like a vice. Eyes threatening to cross just as mentioned. 

Rain shakes his head, hips bucking. “Are you gonna wring one out of me in here, or are you gonna let me ride your face on the bed like a good boy?”

“‘M your good boy,” he parrots back, eyebrows turning up in the middle. 

Rain twists the water to OFF and reluctantly steps away from Mountain’s mouth. “Then you better get out of this shower in the next minute, or I’m taking you right here on the tile.”