#mountain march

[ghuleh-draws]

liss!! may i request a cutie patootie mountain in a flower crown for mountain march :3

HAPPY MOUNTAIN MARCH CROW ♡♡♡

[forlorn-crows]

tomorrow bring us the first day of

🌿💚MOUNTAIN MARCH🍀🌱

an entire month dedicated to my husband, my favorite earth ghoul, the sweetest dirt boy there ever was. i hope youll join me in highlighting this wonderful ghoul and giving him some extra attention.

no prompts, just share your creations that feature mountain! we did it last year, lets bring it back ♡

[wrathofrats]

Mold me to another form, Press me till I'm raw and sore

Read here on on Ao3!

Happy mountain March have the virgin mountain fic I’ve been teasing for a second. @everybodyshusband COME GET UR FOOD BB

3.5k of pebble and ivy torturing mountain because he’s new and flustered and doesn’t know what he wants and the opportunity that presents itself is too good.

Warnings for voyerism/exhibitionism, some degrading, slight slight manipulation if you squint, little bit of pain but blink and you’ll miss it.

“Looks like we have an audience honey suckle”

Mountain can barely open his mouth to try and stammer out an apology before pebble keeps speaking. His hand moves faster where it’s still gripping ivy, forcing him further into the wood beneath him as he cries out.

“Come on Ivy, cum for him”

Or mountains a cute new summon and pebble and ivy can’t help but sexually frustrate him to no end.

It really wasn't mountains faults.

Pebble had told him to meet him in the greenhouse for a lesson. Enriching the soil or harvesting or something, he didn’t catch it. A quick note in between staring at Ivy who was wrapped around him in the common room. Honestly he barely mumbled out the time before Ivy was pulling his attention away once again.

He enjoys watching them, a mixture of jealousy and tantalization at seeing the two be so close and physical all the time. They brought a sense of loving comfort and a more sensual edge to them, at least to mountain, who was often at their heels learning his way around the abbey.

Mountain walks out into the garden to meet them, seeing no trace of the two. His eyes widened at the more than familiar sounds coming from the back corner where the greenhouse stood. Hushed whispers and moans that were unmistakable even to the new ghoul. The sounds grew louder as he walked closer, mountains feet moving completely on their own accord as if some weird part of his brain actually wanted to get a glimpse of them.

The door opens slowly, mountain internally cursing the old thing for being so rusted that he can barely get it unlatched without it telling on him. His hands shake as they grip the handle, the guilt and shame of trying to watch them making his breath hitch, but he can’t force himself to stop. The greenery covers him as he ducks to peek around the corner.

Pebble has Ivy bent over and pinned against a workbench. One claw digging deep into his hips and the other wrapped around the base of his cock.

“dont you fucking dare cum, be good and take it”

“pebble please I need it I-“

Mountains face flushes deep crimson at the sight of them. The waning sunlight reflects off of the tears slipping down ivy's face and the sound of him whimpering against the wood has mountain breathing heavily.

But pebble? The way pebble treats Ivy like he’s something to use makes mountain feel indescribable. He almost chokes when he hears how pebble speaks to him, at how pebble rakes his nails down his skin and smiles when ivy cries out in pain. It feels weird and his pants are too tight and he shouldn’t be watching this. He's dirty, perverted but it’s impossible to tear his eyes away from them.

A quiet, high pitched whine is ripped from his throat as he adjusts in the uncomfortable position he had settled in, hard and too worked up to think straight.

Suddenly pebbles head turns towards mountain.

“Looks like we have an audience honey suckle”

Mountain can barely open his mouth to try and stammer out an apology before pebble keeps speaking. His hand moves faster where it’s still gripping ivy, forcing him further into the wood beneath him as he cries out.

“Come on Ivy, cum for him” pebble yanks ivys head to the side by his hair to look at mountain. Pebbles hands are quick on Ivy’s cock and before he knows it ivys spilling all over pebbles fist with mountains name on his tongue.

It’s overwhelming, and mountains head clouds as he once again tries to apologize but pebble is too quick for him to react properly. Any thoughts being overpowered by the situation he’s found himself in. Guilt and arousal combined to subdue the regret in his throat almost completely.

Pebble gestures him over without a word, motioning for him to kneel on the grass in front of him. A hand brushes his lips before he realizes what pebble is telling him to do. He doesn’t feel in control of himself as his lips part, staring into pebbles eyes like he’s being controlled and pebble just slips his fingers into his mouth, wiping ivys release onto his tongue before placing his hand under his chin to close it.

“Good boy”

Through blurry vision mountain watches pebble hastily redress himself and ivy, hoisting him back onto shaky legs and giving him a once over accompanied by a sweet kiss. Pebbles attention turns back to mountain, also offering him a hand up and a pat on the cheek before walking out.

It seems like a game to pebble, a joke of some sorts that only really he is in on. The wicked smile as he caught mountain, then looking at him innocently like he hadn’t just made him lick someone else’s cum off his fingers. Mountain doesn’t know what to think.

A haze takes over him whenever he bumps into the two, the memory of the greenhouse incident being the only thing he can think about when he sees pebbles face. Innocent exchanges having mountain flustered and walking off to cool himself down even though nothing has happened.

The interactions don’t stay innocent however.

Mountain chalks it up to a wrong place, wrong time situation instead of anything more sinister. He can’t be blamed for freezing as he notices the lewd wet sounds coming from the living room. Especially since pebble just can’t keep his mouth shut.

Pebble sits on the couch with ivy nestled between his legs. Fingers tangled in his soft brown hair guiding his mouth up and down on his cock.

“What do you think mountain would think if he saw me use you like this sweet pea?” Pebble coos, a mocking smile to his voice that has Ivy whining, muffled and high in his throat. Mountain doesn’t know what to do with himself besides stand still and watch trying to hide himself behind the stair railing.

“Would he just think you’re a dumb whore? Maybe he’d want his own turn with you?” Ivys cheeks heat up more than they already had just thinking about it. Another soft, pathetic sound escapes his throat as pebble pulls hard on his hair, taking him off of his cock. Mountain can’t tear his eyes away, can’t retreat back up the stairs as he knows he should. He feels gross, like he shouldn’t be catching them, shouldn’t be thinking about them like this.

“Oh I know baby, maybe we can ask him” pebble smiles, talking just a bit too loud to be a coincidence.

It’s on purpose. Pebble is a fucking tease.

Every incident is set up just so mountain can catch them. Fucking ivy in plain sight where he knows mountain will be and honestly it’s just to see how much he can get away with. How far he can take his shenanigans before he breaks the innocent ghoul and forces him to use his words to tell them what he wants.

Ivy can’t act innocent either, absolutely involved in the game along with pebble. He plays himself up just to see mountains reaction. Moans when pebble mentions him knowing damn well he’s just around the corner. A bit of pity stays in the back of his mind, but the knowledge that mountain wants them so badly he barely knows what to do with himself is more than enticing to him. He craves the attention he gets from it, craves the fact that someone else needs him. Ivy especially loves how possessive pebble gets at knowing this too, that he needs to show Ivy off like some sort of trophy. So he continues to play along, presenting himself as a good little toy.

Mountain struggles. Hes jumpy, cautious when entering rooms like he might just walk right in on something he’s not meant to. Slow to come around corners and down the stairs, always listening a bit too intently. Pebble and ivy honestly find it cute how careful he appears to be, considering they know how much he likes stumbling upon them.

It doesn’t take much for mountain to break.

Walking in on them almost daily for a week has him about to fall to his knees and beg in front of pebble's door. Not even knowing what he’s asking for, just knowing he wants.

The last straw is walking in on the two again in the living room.

Once again slowly creeping down the stairs, listening intently for any signs he should instead abandon the idea and leave. He doesn’t hear it at first, assuming he’s safe until he’s too far into the room to back out.

Ivy sits on the couch with pebble settled between his legs this time. Both of his hands cover his face but mountain can tell how flushed he is. His breathing is ragged, heavy, as if he’s desperately trying to calm himself down and the smile on pebbles face tells mountain all he needs to know.

Something about Ivy’s cock twitching and leaking as pebble kisses at the head absolutely destroys him. Saliva pools in mountains mouth, and he can’t help but straight up gawk at the situation in front of him.

Hes been caught, he knows he has, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Pebble makes eye contact with him from the floor as he kitten licks ivys tip, curiously eyeing mountain as he lets a line of drool fall from his lips and down the shaft. It feels more like a command than just making him watch, the way his eyes shift as if he is beckoning mountain over to him.

He goes anyways, even if he isn’t sure. They’ve been teasing him for so long he can’t bring himself to believe it’s not on purpose anymore. The upwards curve of pebbles lips confirm his thoughts as he nods downward, motioning mountain to kneel beside him.

“Come on, you know what to do big guy”

Mountain looks back at him with something that can only be described as panic. He looks like a deer in head lights with his fingers digging into his knees

“I- I wouldn’t wanna intrude” he attempts to stammer out, looking for any excuse that doesn’t make him sound entirely incompetent.

“You aren’t, look at the poor thing, he’s been wanting your mouth for a while big guy” pebble smiles, with the tiniest bit of giddy to his voice knowing mountain has no clue what he’s doing. Practically taunting him.

Ivy can’t even look down at the two. He continues to hide his face with his hands, red and teary eyed and with how hard and angry his leaking cock looks, mountain can’t imagine how long pebbles been edging him, just waiting for him to show up.

“Just think you’d be better at it” mountain whispers

“Oh do you? Never done this before maple leaf?”

“No i-“ mountain starts, the blatant lie dying in his throat.

“Did you hear that sweet pea, you get to be mountains first” pebble smiles, claws gripping ivys thighs to get his attention. “Aren’t you honored to be able to be the first to fuck his sweet mouth?”

Ivy barely responds with something akin to whimper as pebble scratches him harder, his cock twitching once again at the pain.

“Just watch”

Pebble grips ivy at his base, giving him a good slow lick from root to tip before taking the head in his mouth. Ivy can’t help but give a pained whine when pebble pulls off once again with a little pop, lips pink and a little swollen from teasing Ivy for who knows how long.

There’s a tug at mountains shirt, pebble pulling him to be between ivys legs instead.

“Show me what you learned, cmon”

It’s so clumsy, mountain loosely grips Ivy in fist as if he’s scared to hurt him. He takes a second to look up, before thumbing over his tip as he watches more pre drip down the head, running down his shaft. He feels mesmerized, watching in awe while Ivy reacts to his every touch.

Mountain chases it with his tongue, licks a thick stripe up ivys shaft to catch it and ivy can’t help but almost buck into his mouth at the sensation.

“Don’t be greedy” pebble snaps at the earth ghoul above them “I’ve taught you better manners than that”

Ivy somehow goes more red than he was, mumbling out an apology behind his hands.

Mountain doesn’t even process most of the conversation, much too caught up in ivys taste. Something between tree sap and honey with his own musk mixed in. He can feel the pulse in his dick, the way it throbs in his hand and the entire situation in front of him is the only thing mountain can really focus on.

Pebble places a loving hand in his hair to attempt to coax him back to earth. His thumb strokes his scalp while mountain just stares at Ivy’s dick. Cleaning him delicately with his tongue as if he’s savoring the taste. Pebble pushes down on his head slightly to find it's much too easy to guide mountains mouth down, using barely any force to coax Ivy’s cock down his throat.

“Just keep those pretty lips open, relax”

Mountain gags a little, making pebble ease the pressure on his scalp off.

“Just breathe through your nose, relax, you’re ok” pebble tells him, voice softer than mountains ever heard it and honestly the kindness makes his vision blur. A complete whiplash to the usual harsher, more sarcastic tone he has.

Ivy isn’t very big, a decent couple inches, not very thick around but mountain struggles anyways. He tries hard, really gives it his best, letting pebble pull him up and down. His eyes water as he tries to force himself to relax. It feels weird, not bad, but it’s different. There comes a point where he’s practically bobbing on his own, pebble barely using any pressure anymore and mountain truly seems in a trance, almost cock drunk just off of only sucking on ivy for a couple minutes.

Pebbles other hand holds Ivy tightly at his base to prevent him from cumming embarrassingly early. Being edged for god knows how long combined with the sight of pebble practically teaching mountain how to use him, it’s just too much for ivy, and pebble absolutely knows that.

It’s a weird power trip for mountain to watch Ivy squirm above him, knowing he’s completely out of his mind with need just from his mouth. The sight of him desperate and practically ruined only fueling mountain to keep going as long as pebble lets him. Ivy’s hips buck as his legs shake, no doubt getting too close for pebble to be able to stop him anymore.

Pebble pulls mountain off just as Ivy is about to tip over the edge, quickly hooking a finger into his mouth to force it open. The other hand strokes Ivy, working him through his orgasm as he releases onto mountains face. He hungrily laps at what little bit got onto his lips and tongue. A dazed, static feeling settles into his brain and he can’t bring himself to close his mouth again. Hot and flushed, panting as ivys cum still sits warm on his skin. Mountain looks completely ruined, and pebble can’t help but feel proud of the two, if not jealous.

The sight of mountain completely ruined after just using his mouth is more than pebble thinks he can take. Honestly he can’t help himself. Thinking of the sounds he made with Ivy’s dick in his mouth, the look of submission in his eyes while pebble manhandled him into doing what he wanted, it’s too much for him to not need to get his hands on mountain himself.

He finds him in the greenhouse a couple days later. Leaned forward against the workbench mixing soils. There’s a tense smile as pebble walks in, mountain clearly being wary of the situation but knows what’s probably about to transpire anyways. He turns and backs up without being made to, giving easy access for pebble to drop to his knees in front of him.

There’s a struggle with mountains belt, pebbles shaky hands clumsily undoing the metal, an uncharacteristic nervousness about him as he works. He fumbles with the zipper, tugging at his jeans and boxers until he can pull mountain out fully.

Pebbles mouth waters. He almost moans when he finally sees mountains cock in front of him. He’s much bigger than he imagined, his hand barely wraps around the base and pebble curses under his breath. Mountain can’t help but feel a pang of pride at the way pebble acts so flustered at seeing his size.

His tongue darts out to kitten lick at the head, making mountain lean back to grip the workbench and push his hips forward slightly in hopes pebble will just swallow him down instead of playing his usual games.

A line of spit falls from pebbles lips and runs down his shaft. He makes a display of himself, mouth wide as he continues to tease, looking up at mountain through his eyelashes. He swirls his tongue around the head, before licking a fat line from his base, catching the small amount of pre that’s already started to form. He continues to tease until mountain is gripping the bench behind him so hard he’s sure there will be nail indents in the wood when he’s finished, cock angry and red and borderline painfully hard.

Swallowing him down is much more difficult than he thought, jaw aching at the size but pebble craves to feel him down his throat, stretching his mouth wide and making him gag. Mountain can barely bring himself to look down at the ghoul below him. It’s the first time he’s realized how much smaller pebble is than him, watching that hot, tight little mouth wrap around him and pebble can barely fit half of his cock down his throat before he’s gagging.

It’s hard for pebble not to feel smug. Getting him worked up and desperate, being the first to have his mouth on him. The sore throat the next day will only be a trophy for that testimony, a badge of honor. He wants to stay there, tease him for hours until mountain has tears in those big brown eyes but he just needs to feel him cum down his throat. Hes quick, sloppy, doesn’t want to take his time anymore, just wants to hear what mountain sounds like when he comes apart. Saliva runs down his chin as mountains hips move on their own, fucking up into pebbles mouth and in any other situation he’d chastise him but he can’t bring himself to care. It's easier than he thought, mountain attempting to choke out a warning only a couple minutes in but there’s barely an intelligible word before he’s shooting down pebbles throat.

Pebble pulls off with a pop, muttering a couple praises before smiling and leaving as if nothing happened.

He needs to tell Ivy, craves to be able to see the look on his face when describes how big he is, what he sounds like, what he tastes like, practically bragging about being able to get him like that.

He waits until he’s got Ivy pressed against the mattress, hands on his hips with his lips close to his ear

“Fucking massive, he would probably just split you in two if I ever met him get his hands on you honey suckle” pebble whispers, thrusting hard and fast while Ivy chokes on his own moans at what pebbles telling him.

“Probably would break my pretty toy, don’t know if I’d be able to let him have you doll”

Pebble can feel Ivy go tight around him, eyes crossing at the idea as pebble fucks him. The mixture of the way pebble rails him into the bed and the idea of mountain being so big he could break him, has ivy drooling, brain short circuiting before he’s almost begging for it. He simply needs to witness it for himself.

“Barely could get my hand around him, only god half of him in my mouth before I started gagging” pebble chuckles, “god should’ve heard him when he came down my throat, would’ve recorded it if I want so selfish”

Ivy tries not to moan, focuses on not saying mountains name and pebble can tell he’s struggling to control himself

“Cmon honeysuckle, know you want to say his name, cry out for him doll and maybe I’ll let him have you” he taunts

Ivy continues to stay silent besides the small noises forced from him as pebble uses him.

“Tell me what you want baby, go on”

Ivy fights himself to say it because he can’t imagine being allowed to be desperate for someone else let alone cry out their name while pebble has his cock in him. A hand grips his hair, pulling his head back.

“Say it”

“Fuck- need mountain to break me, need him to use me and fuck me open, need him to fucking split me in two pebble please-“

The embarrassment in ivys voice is reward enough for pebble, laughing at how shaky he is before releasing the grip on his scalp.

“Gonna cum for him? Make a mess thinking about how he would fucking ruin you?”

[moldycantaloupe]

Stress Relief

rating; Explicit

words; 1.7k

relationship; Mountain/Swiss

tags; Masturbation in Shower, Shower Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Transmasculine Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Transmasculine Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Polyamorous Ghouls (Ghost Sweden Band), Masturbation, Trans Male Character

“There you are.” Swiss nearly purred, tilting his head to get a better look. “Would you like some help, sweetness?” Or, Mountain masturbates in the shower, Swiss barges in and eats him out.

notes; For you SwissAlps enjoyers out there, and happy near end of Mountain March! Both Mountain and Swiss use clit and cunt, Mountain also has a tdick

Read here or on Ao3 if you so desire!

Mountain lets out a deep sigh when he steps into his shower, the hot water giving him the much needed relief after a tedious day. He rubs at his neck and groans, letting his head loll down and his eyes close.

He’d woken up well before sunrise to get an early start on their spring cleaning in the greenhouse, and only got back to the den just after sundown. He’d left a note for Swiss before he took off, the ghoul happily snoring away, letting him know his plans. The multi ghoul had gone to visit a couple times during the day, mainly to bring food and company for Mountain, before running off to do his own chores.

Mountain now stood under the hot spray, letting the dirt and stress wash down the drain. He ran a hand from his neck to his waist, slowing down to let his hand linger near his lower belly.

Aether made sure everyone knew about good health. He was the head of the infirmary, it made sense. He always made a point to tell Mountain to “jerk one out” when the giant went to vent to him about a long day. Something about it being a stress reliever.

Mountain wasn’t a prude. He had many partners to attest to the fact. Or a Swiss who couldn’t go a week without telling someone how good Mountain was in bed, or how he got Mountain to get on his knees the few times it happened. But it was rare for him to find pleasure by himself. He was preoccupied either with chores, his pack, or someone else to please. Always an afterthought.

He shrugged; might as well. Swiss was going to be out with Aether all evening for practice so he had time. If anything, it’d help him sleep. His lingering hand made its slow descent down to his cunt, running his fingers through the coarse hair. If it weren’t for Swiss who absolutely praised him for his hair, he would trim it a little, but he didn’t want to see his multi ghoul pout over it, so he kept it long.

A finger dipped between his folds, finding his clit already pulsing. He let out a sigh as he began to slowly circle it, already feeling the heat pool in his belly. It didn’t take long for him to add another finger, stroking from clit to dick. He took a couple steps to lean his back against the wall and gasped. The angle was just right for the water to hit him where he needed it.

His fingers sped up only slightly, his clit quick to plump up with blood, the pulse becoming stronger. He groaned and rolled his hips to meet the friction, suddenly desperate for more. For more stimulation. 

Mountain brought his second hand behind him, giving his ass a quick squeeze before dipping into his, what he presumes, wet cunt. He lets his finger tease around his hole, the way Swiss would, clenching around nothing. He’s not as cruel to himself as Swiss would be though, with the way he’d tease his fingers all around Mountain except for where he needed them the most, running them along the outline of his hole. And he’s not patient enough right now to pretend. His teasing finger plunged in with a noise that’s drowned out by the shower, immediately thrusting it in time with his other hand. He let out a raunchy moan, his head tilting to lean against the shower wall.

He could imagine what he looked like right now; pinched eyebrows, lidded eyes, body moving on its own accord and bucking into his hand. Debauched, even if only slightly. 

Everything came to a halt when there was a quiet knock on the door, a pattern he immediately recognized. He felt his cheeks bloom red and stood to his full height, his cunt protesting all stimulants disappearing.

“Swiss?” He called out. 

“Yeah, baby,” there was a teasing lilt in his tone, “having fun?”

“I thought you were with Aether.” Mountain frowned, only slightly annoyed.

“Had to cancel.” Swiss offered as an explanation. “Can I come in?”

Mountain nodded, only to realize that it couldn’t be heard. “Yes.”

He opened the curtain to the shower just slightly, using the bottom half to cover himself up in some form of decency. Swiss opened the door and gave Mountain that toothy grin, only clad in sweatpants. Mountain tried to not linger too long on his exposed chest, eyes flashing up to meet the multi ghouls.

“Come on, baby, I’ve seen you a million times,” Swiss closed the door with his foot, looking Mountain up and down as if he were prey, “you don’t have to hide from me.”

Mountain pursed his lips inward and turned his head, letting the curtain fall, fully revealing himself. He knew Swiss could see how stiff he was, clit puffy and pulsing. He himself could see just how red his dick was, the need still running rampant.

“There you are.” Swiss nearly purred, tilting his head to get a better look. “Would you like some help, sweetness?”

He couldn’t help the whine that escaped his lips and slapped a hand around his mouth. His breathing picked up and arousal flooded his system, the thought of having Swiss on him delightful.

“Yes,” he nodded, voice slightly muffled behind his hand. 

Swiss was quick to strip his pants and boxers off, joining in with Mountain. His eyes turned soft and he picked at the hand that covered his mouth, forcing it off with his own.

“C’mon, wanna hear you. No one else but me here.” He murmured. “I even locked both doors.”

Mountain nodded, words becoming harder by the minute, brain turning into fog in his mate’s presence. “I need you on me, please,” his hands flexed at his side, “mouth.”

“You got it, baby.” Swiss was on his knees in an instant, hands flying to kneed at his ass and mouthing along his thighs. He coerced Mountain back against the wall, giving silent praises as he went.

Finally, after what felt like eons, he licked a flat strip against his folds. Mountain keened at the sensation, hips bucking into his mouth. Swiss’ grip tightened on his cheeks, his blunt nails leaving imprints on the heated skin. He kissed and sucked religiously at Mountain’s clit, eating up all the slick as if he were starved for it. Mountain’s hand found its way to his horn, forcing his face into his dripping cunt, nose rubbing against the thick hair. Swiss groaned, the vibrations sending a shock through his system.

“More, fuck , Swiss,” Mountain moaned, eyes heavy as he watched Swiss eat him out. Swiss looked up and fluttered his eyes, teasing the tip of his tongue against his dick. 

“Fingers,” Mountain gasped, “in me, I need you in me.” 

Swiss happily obliged, giving a cheek one last squeeze before winding his hand down to his pretty hole, circling it with two fingers just like Mountain knew he would.

“Darling, please don’t tease-” Mountain said frantically with a buck of his hips, “I can’t do that-”

“No teasing,” Swiss’ words were muffled, tongue still working him. As quickly as those words came through, he dipped both fingers in, Mountain already loose enough to take it. Mountain nearly wailed, head thrown back against the wall when Swiss thrusts were timed with the laps his tongue was doing. His free hand found its way to Swiss’ other horn, needing the extra stability as his knees threatened to give in.

Mountain’s brain began oozing as the heat in his belly began to grow again, this stimulation much better than his own. He groaned when Swiss began to buck into the air, looking for any sort of stimulation of his own.

“Swiss, darling, I’m so close,” he warned. Swiss hummed in acknowledgement, his rhythm speeding up just barely but enough to drive Mountain mad. 

With one, two, three final sucks to his clit, Mountain was done for. He came with a silent scream, his shaky legs buckling under him. Swiss was quick to help him slide down the tub with ease, rubbing his thighs as he came down from his high.

Mountain sat up slightly when his vision was no longer blocky, breathless when he saw Swiss breathing hard and still kneeling, legs wide apart and clit shiny and red.

“Let me,” Mountain brought his hand down to hover over Swiss, eyes flicking up for permission. 

“Yeah,” Swiss moaned, “please.”

Mountain palmed the top of Swiss’ cunt and brought two fingers to his clit, circling it with practiced ease. Swiss let out another breathy moan and clung to his shoulders as if they were his lifeline. He grinded down to meet his fingers, needing the added pressure to help him through.

“Close,” he grunted.

“Sing for me, then.” Mountain almost growled.

Swiss’ hips worked faster as his orgasm crashed through him, ripping a beautiful yell out from him. His movements slowed down until he fully stopped, letting himself sit in Mountain’s palm as they both caught their breaths.

Mountain was the first to break the silence, “Why were you in my room, darling?” He slowly removed his hand from Swiss. 

“Left my charger in here from last night.” Swiss leaned into Mountain and nosed at his neck, taking in the earthy scent.

“And why did you guys cancel?” Mountain questioned, the horny haze dissipating as his mind started to reel over the intrusion.

“Oh, we didn't,” Swiss laughed. “I was just gonna go to the shed and smoke with Dew.”

Mountain rolled his eyes and began to extract himself from Swiss, the multi ghoul whining in protest. “I would’ve kicked you out if I knew that.”

“I know.” He grinned and stood, helping Mountain to his own feet. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“You basically just ghosted two of our packmates.” Mountain frowned.

“This was so much better, though," Swiss moaned obscenely, making Mountain groan, "besides, they'll forgive me."

Mountain shrugged; he highly doubted it. The two of them spent the rest of the shower cleaning each other off, a kiss offered intermittently until they were clean and the water was turned off. They dried off but didn’t bother with clothes, immediately heading straight for the giant’s bed. Mountain rolled his eyes and rolled around when Swiss insisted he be the big spoon, to let him live his dreams. Swiss hipped in celebration, legs and arms quickly becoming tangled in his own. They kicked up a hearty purr together and soon he felt his heavy lids drop, sleep coming to him easy. He should thank Aether later for the good advice.

[sadster69]

Mountain!

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Rivers between us

Happy Mountain March and happy birthday to me, here my gift to you all 🫶

Pairing: Rain/Mountain

Raining: Explicit

Summary:

Daddy?” He whimpers, looking at Rain desperately. Rain just motions for him to shush. Mountain feels his face flush as tears leak from his eyes, squeezing his legs together as the pain travels down his thighs.

“Daddy, I Have to go.” He rushes.

“You’re a big boy, you can wait until I’m done talking.” Rain glares at him harshly.

Mountain squeaks and looks down at his lap in shame, just as a small stream of pee drips from his cock and wets his jeans in an uncomfortable way.

Or….

Rain makes Mountain desperate in the best way possible.

[owlghuleh]

It’s that time…

MOUNTAIN MONDAY

Because he deserves to be worshipped once again

[amethyst-ghoul]

I’m backkkkkk :)

Some soft Mountain headcanons for THE earth ghoul to start off ✨🍀 Mountain March 🍀✨

- Like I said in my cooking/baking headcanons, he’s great at both but he loves baking more

- On days when the ghouls have band practice, he’ll get up early to make sure everyone eats breakfast

- It’s become a normal routine for the rest of the ghouls to pile out of bed in the morning and gather around the table to eat his always warm and hearty breakfasts

- On Sundays he and Dew will make muffins for breakfast (His favorite are chocolate chip and Dew’s favorite are blueberry)

- Mountain’s love languages are acts of service and gifts in terms of giving and quality time and words of affirmation in terms of receiving

- He gives bouquets of flowers to everyone in his pack at least once every two weeks and he always makes sure there’s a bouquet of fresh ones on the dining room table

- Mountain does the thing where he keeps one flower for himself when he gives someone a bouquet so when it wilts he knows it’s time to replace them

- He plants flowers for everyone too!! (Should I make another post about Mountain and flower language??)

- Since he’s so tall both in and out of his glamour he has a custom bed to accommodate his height so it’s bigger than the other ghouls’ beds

- Which also means it’s the designated ghoul pile bed for the pack and he loves that

- He loves trying new food!! He loves foods from all cultures and origins and is always willing to try anything at least once

- I love love love the headcanon that earth ghouls hibernate in the winter so he’ll bulk up in the fall and he’s basically constantly asleep from November to February

- He’ll still go to band practice and mass, but he’s basically sleepwalking through all of it

- (I wanna write more about this too omg)

- His horns are antlers!! and his ears are similar to a deers

- He loves cooking/baking shows and nature documentaries

- For food shows he loves the Great British Baking Show and Worst Cooks In America specifically

- David Attenborough stan!!

- He’s a Kratt brothers stan too!!

- Gets so lovey when one of his packmates holds his face, especially if they stroke his cheek and/or play with his hair too

- His ears droop and he has such a dopey smile

- He doesn’t drink very often but when he does he mostly drinks straight scotch or whiskey

- Love any and all teas

- And he makes his own blends all the time!!

that’s all for now!! Happy Mountain March 💚💚💚

[forlorn-crows]

IT'S MOUNTAIN MONDAY BITCH

As such, may I request some big boy sweetness? Mountain and Aether, basking in one another in the warm spring sun? Smut or not, up to you ♡

AND the first day of spring!!!

enjoy some big boy banter (with guest appearance by Rainy boy) ♡

A brief shadow dances across the backs of Mountain’s eyelids, a shapeless form against the almost too-bright sun.

"Soaking up the sun, big guy?" It’s Aether’s voice, warm and rich as the first breeze of spring that sailed through the earth ghoul’s window this morning.  

Mountain cracks open an eye, searching for the quintessence ghoul. He finds him just off to his side, looking at him with an amused expression and hands on his hips. The earth ghoul closes his eyes and sighs with a smile, settling further into the fresh new grass growth. "Recharging,” Mountain answers. He spreads his limbs out further, reminiscent of a gangly starfish. 

The ground is still damp, but he doesn’t care. The sun shines high in the afternoon sky, and a perfect patch of its light hovers on the embankment next to the abbey’s lake. That’s where he’d decided to sprawl out and just take it all in. Bask. Recharge. Soak up that first connection to new life that thrives within his element. 

Rain had trailed along soon after, padding by Mountain in bare feet towards the dock. He had disappeared into the water just as quickly, leaving the earth ghoul to lie contentedly in the grass alone.  

“Mind if I join you?” Aether asks now, already shucking his boots and socks.

“‘Course not; please do.” Mountain breathes another lungful of fresh spring air, voiding his lungs in a gleeful, satisfied exhale. “Nice, isn’t it?” 

“Very,” Aether agrees. He flexes his feet in the plush grass, wiggling his toes among the budding clover. The quintessence ghoul plops down near Mountain’s head, gently shuffling so his shins touch the top of his head. “Come here.” Aether scratches behind Mountain’s horn and pats the top of his shoulder. The earth ghoul lets out a trill of curiosity, craning his head to see Aether inviting him to lay across his lap. “I’ll play with your hair,” he sing-songs, scratching behind his horn again. 

Mountain smiles and shifts to butt up his shoulders with Aether’s legs, snuggling his head into the cradle of his lap. He won’t turn down an offer for someone to run their fingers through his hair. 

Aether starts to do just that, combing Mountain’s mousy brown tresses out from under his neck and away from his face. “Didn’t Rain come out here, too?” Aether asks, causally scanning the lake and surrounding area for the water ghoul.

“I think he’s at the bottom of the lake again,” Mountain laughs, adjusting the angle of his head to give Aether better access. “Been down there a while now.”

“Hm,” Aether hums amusedly. “Isn’t the water pretty cold still?”

“Borderline frigid. I don’t know how he does it.”

Aether works through a small knot, picking out what looks like a bramble or a tiny jagged pinecone. He shakes his head with a smile before tossing it aside. “I think he does it so he can cozy up to Dew after he’s done pretending to be a frog.”

Mountain snorts. “Oh, I bet. Doting on him as if Rain doesn’t also carve a hole in the ice sometimes to still go swimming.”

Aether shudders. “No thank you. That’s probably colder than the void.”

“Probably.” Mountain hums as Aether grazes his claws over the top of his scalp, having worked through any remaining knots. The bottom half of his hair is cool to the touch, slightly wet from the damp earth they’re lounging on. Aether smoothes it all back into a vague ponytail and lets it fall into the space between his crossed legs. 

A comfortable silence settles over the two, broken only by the occasional purr from Mountain. Aether continues to trace nonsensical patterns through his hair, enjoying the sounds of thriving nature around them. 

“Have you gone to the woods recently?” 

Mountain twitches, the question startling him from Aether’s lulling fingers and the desire for a nap already pulling at the edges of his brain. “Hm?”

“You know; Rain pretends to be a frog at the bottom of the lake, and you pretend to be Bigfoot.”

Mountain barks a laugh and swats at Aether with his tail. “What do you mean, Bigfoot? How do you even know what Bigfoot is?”

“I do know how to read, you know. And you’re fond of leaving that weird nature channel on in the common room.” 

Mountain rolls his eyes. “And where does that leave you, big guy?”

“I don’t pretend to be anything. I simply,” he waves his hands above Mountain’s face as if demonstrating a disappearing act, “cease to exist. In this plane, anyway.” 

“You pretend to be a ghost and scare innocent Siblings in the corridors, got it.”

Aether chuckles, a deep, resonating belly laugh that vibrates through Mountain’s skull—only in the best way, of course. “I have never done such a thing.” It’s a lie, and they both know it. 

There’s a pause. Aether goes back to combing through the earth ghoul’s hair. “I suppose it’s been a pretty brutal winter. Wouldn’t want to spend too much time in it, myself.” 

Mountain sighs, snuggles further into Aether’s lap. “I went once, when I couldn’t sleep and things were tense. But that was months ago.”

Aether makes a noncommittal noise, scratching behind Mountain’s long, rounded ears. He feels the earth ghoul’s tail thump against his thigh, a happy little movement that stops and starts again when he moves to the other ear. The quintessence ghoul sighs, tipping his head towards the sun.

“‘S nice now,” he mutters. Mountain only hums in response, letting out a soft sigh when Aether runs his claws from the crown of his head to the nape of his neck. 

They’re content to continue like that, time stretching slowly before them. Sometime later—minutes, hours, Aether isn’t sure—something catches the corner of his eye. It’s a fluttering thing, peeking out from the budding clover. A small, cream-colored butterfly makes its way near the two ghouls, looking almost like a big flake of fresh snow. 

“Aw, Mount look,” Aether says softly. The ghoul on his lap only snuffles in response, ear twitching to Aether’s voice. The little bug floats away just as quickly as it came, off to find a more cozy spot to land. 

“Mount?” Aether peeks over the crown of the earth ghoul’s head to find him fast asleep, breathing even and mouth slightly parted. Aether smiles fondly, returning his hand to Mountain’s hair. 

There’s a rippling of the lake water against the shore, followed by the sloshing of rising bubbles. Rain surfaces half a minute later, leisurely paddling back to shore, gills flaring and sparkling in the sun. The water ghoul waves when he spots Aether on the embankment, briskly shaking out his hair and grabbing a towel and his discarded lounge pants. 

Quiet on your way up, Mountain fell asleep, Aether reaches out with his mind to the approaching ghoul.  

‘Kay, Rain answers easily back. He wears a lazy smile as he walks up to them, waving again at Aether. 

“He needs it,” Rain whispers to Aether, regarding Mountain’s sleeping form. He cocks his head, titling to get a better look at something. He smiles when he finds it, shaking his head. “Yeah, definitely needs it. I’ll see ya, Aethe, gonna go bother Dew for his body heat.” Rain trots off, leaving a whiff of kelp and sea salt in his wake. 

Aether looks over at the spot in question. Mountain’s left arm now rests on the grass, having dropped off from its previous spot on his chest. There’s patches of moss growing along the soft skin on the underside of his forearm, bright green against dusty gray. The little clover buds reach up to kiss his skin, flowering as they mingle with the tiny hands of the moss. 

Aether smiles softly. “Get your rest, my sweet earth giant,” he whispers, placing a barely-there kiss on his forehead. 

The quintessence ghoul almost misses the crop of orange blossoms that sprout at the nape of his neck, only revealed when Aether returns his hands to Mountain’s hair once more. 

[wrathofrats]

it's SWA, back again

you said boot worship for mountain and it instantly made me think of this one thing where someone presses their foot (shoes on or off) against someone's hardened cock through their pants, so... now you get to have my thoughts. even if it's not a perfect match, take it anyway? lol

It’s mountain march so I’m pulling this out of the vault for a quick 300 drabble

Uhh warnings for pain and degro but it’s not too much it’s just mountain stepping on Swiss as it says on the tin

“Pest” mountain sneered.

He used his foot to push Swiss back onto his elbows from his position of kneeling below him. Barely a tap, just enough to move him. Like he was too good to even be touching the multi ghoul on the dressing room floor.

Swiss looked up at him with pleading eyes, moving his legs from underneath him in the uncomfortable position. Knees open and chest leaned back, as if he were displaying himself to mountain who seemed like he couldn’t care less.

Mountain hadn’t even taken his helmet off yet, still clad in the uniform while Swiss had his discarded to the side as soon as he stepped into the room. A desperate plea on his lips to help him after working himself up on stage.

“Ask dew” mountain rolled is eyes. Swiss had been teasing him all night on his platform, whispering filthy words before they went on stage that had him half hard and uncomfortable in his seat.

“Don’t want dew”

The kneeling was almost instinct as mountain stared at him, practically waiting for submission before he gave Swiss anything.

Mountains boot came to rest between Swiss’ legs. The toe up and hovering just above him as mountain stood with his arms crossed, a commanding position that had Swiss staying in place without a word.

“Shouldn’t even give you anything with your antics. Leave you desperate since that seems to be your favorite game to play” his boot pressed down a bit further, barely touching the fabric of Swiss’s pants.

“Please, im sorry just-“

“If you were so sorry you wouldn’t keep doing it”

A loud gasp sounded through the room as mountain fully pressed on Swiss’ hard cock. He could feel it twitch beneath the sole of his boot as Swiss squirmed, half from the uncomfortable feeling, half at a feeble attempt for more friction.

“More- fuck mountain you gotta give me something” Swiss bucked up harshly, grinding against the leather. Wordlessly he pushed harder, earning a pained gasp from Swiss

“No no no no mountain it hurts fuck please”

“You asked for more. This is what you’re getting”

Swiss whimpered at the pressure, hard and dizzy, the pain having his protests die in his throat

[iamthecomet]

What if i said on this fine Mountain Monday that i thought ol' Mounty might be secretly harbouring a thing for being embarassed and debased hidden behind his stoic visage? He LOVES the feeling of the heat in his cheeks spreading to the tips of his ears and way down his chest when one of his packmates spends a while just breaking him into tiwgs pieces. Especially when everyones favourite kinky meanie Rain makes him hold his bladder until he can't, only to chide and chastise him for the results. Ffs the way i never even thought about piss for a second until i got into the ghost fandom. Now look at me now lmao.

It's the last Mountain Monday of Mountain March. And that calls for blushy, embarrassed, shame-filled, Mountain.

and also piss.

@miasmaghoul and @forlorn-crows this one's for you two. The pissboy club gets a little bigger every day. ♥

Mountain can't think. He's trying. He's trying to compute the words Rain is saying--the orders he's being given. But they aren't landing. He squeezes his eyes shut. He bends over his dresser, hands braced on the edge.

Sharp bright pain blows through his scalp. It's almost enough to counter the ache in his stomach. Rain pulls his head around, and forces Mountain to look at him.

"Are you listening?"

"Rain," Mountain whines his name, pathetic and broken, desperate. He feels heat flash over his cheeks. He'd look away if Rain would let him, but Rain's grip is firm. Mountain can't look away.

"You aren't."

"Rainy, I don't...I don't know." Mountain bows his head, strands of brown hair falling into his eyes. He sucks air in through his nose, breathes out through his mouth. He wills himself not to lose it right now. He tells himself he's gone longer. He's done better. He doesn't know if that's actually true.

"I'm trying."

Rain sneers at him. He drags a hand down Mountain's torso, slipping his hand up and under his t-shirt. He dips his fingers under the waistband of his jeans, behind his belt. He presses those fingers down and Mountain bows inward, his whole body caving in on itself. His breath catches in his lungs. He thinks his knees might buckle. The pressure is unbearable. A painful ache that he's starting to feel in his legs. His stomach flips. Mountain groans low, gut-punched.

Rain laughs, cruel, dark. "Full?"

Mountain would speak if he could find the words, he can't. His mind is locked on the searching press of Rain's fingers. He wants Rain to take his hand away--he wants him to push down harder. He nods when he realizes Rain wants him to answer. Rains' fingers loosen in his hair.

"I bet you can hold it a little longer, can't you?"

Mountain whines. Rain's fingers retreat, dragging softly up over his happy trail raising goosebumps in their wake.

Rain slips his fingers back down to Mountain's belt. He undoes the buckle. Mountain sighs in momentary relief before Rain cinches it, fastening it a notch tighter than before.

Mountain feels like he might cry. Another five minutes and he swears he's going to start tasting it. At this point he's starting to picture his entire body filled with piss. He wants to think about something else, anything else.

"Kneel for me, Sunflower," Rain orders.

He is focused, entirely, on not pissing himself until Rain tells him to, on holding it until he can't anymore. His face is hot, he can feel the blush spreading down his throat, up to the tips of his ears.

Mountain listens. He sinks to his knees without hesitation. The new position doesn't offer him much relief. He can at least clamp his cock between his thighs like this, that makes him feel a little more in control. The new position gives him something else to think about. Namely Rain's tented zipper right in front of his face.

"You can hold it until I'm finished."

It's not a question. Rain unzips his pants. He shoves them down just far enough for his cock to spring free. Already pink and leaking. Mountain's mouth waters as Rain strokes himself from root to tip, a spurt of pre dribbling over his knuckles.

"Give me your mouth," Rain orders. Mountain opens his mouth. He tries to stay still. It's hard. He wants to widen his legs, wants to lean back. Wants to do anything he can to take pressure off of his bladder. He stays still, digging his fingers into his knees.

"That's right. Let me feed it to you." Rain says, guiding his cock into Mountain's waiting mouth. Mountain closes his eyes. He focuses on the weight of Rain's cock on his tongue. On the steady stream of precum drooling onto his tongue, the heady sea-water taste of Rain.

Rain pushes in until Mountain chokes. Then Rain grabs the back of Mountain's head and pushes him down the rest of the way, nestling his nose against the soft skin at the base of his cock.

Rain groans. "Swallow."

Mountain does, and Rain moans low and loud, his fingers tightening in Mountain's hair. Rain holds him tight as he fucks into his mouth. Mountain focuses on it. On each rough thrust of Rain's cock into his throat. He keeps his eyes closed. He tries not to think about the ever growing need in his stomach. He drags his tongue along the underside of Rains' cock just to hear the noise he makes, but that's all he can manage.

His thighs shake under his hands.

"Spread your legs," Rain pants. Mountain does, dragging his knees apart. Without the pressure on his cock everything is so much worse. He shudders. He feels spread open, like one wrong breath will break him down.

The toe of Rain's boot digs into his stomach. He presses just enough that Mountain feels the urgency in his bones. Mountain's eyes snap open. He mewls around Rains' cock.

He pulls off, desperate, panicked. Breath coming in harsh pants. Eyes wide, and wild. It's too much. He can't take it. He can't breathe. He can't think. Rain digs his toe in a little harder and Mountain heaves out a sob. His head dips. His fingers clench and release on his thighs.

"I didn't tell you to stop." Rain almost sounds bored when he says it. Mountain wants to scream.

"Rain--oh fuck--Rain. I can't. You can't--"

"I can't?" Rain asks, incredulous. He shifts his grip on Mountain's hair to put his head where he wants it. He presses the head of his cock against Mountain's lips. He chuckles a little as he pushes a little harder and Mountain opens his mouth for him. "I can do whatever I want, remember? You said: whatever you want, Raincloud. Is it too much for you now? Can't handle it anymore?"

Rain shoves his cock in until Mountain gags on it. Tears spill down Mountain's pinked cheeks, but he shakes his head.

He can handle it. He will. He needs to.

Mountain feels drool drip passed his lips and down his chin, trailing down his throat as Rain starts to thrust again. The head of his cock bumps against the back of Mountain's throat roughly.

Rain grinds his toe down harder and Mountain's brain shorts out. His eyes roll up. He's not aware of the release, the sudden warm wetness seeping into his jeans, until it's too late. He can't stop it once it starts. It feels too good to finally let go. He shudders from the relief of it, sobbing around Rain's cock. As it soaks through his jeans and drips onto the floor.

"Pathetic," Rain snaps. "Couldn't even hold it until I came."

Mountain whines. He's really crying now, tears rolling down the column of his throat to soak into the collar of his shirt. He's beet red. He wants to bury his face, to hide, to curl up, but Rain keeps his hand on the back of his head and holds him in place as he chases his orgasm with Moutain's mouth.

Rain cums hard, with a pained groan. He shoves himself as far into Mountain's mouth as he can, smashing Mountain's nose against his pubic bone and holding him there as he spills down Mountain's throat.

When Rain pulls away Mountain folds in on himself with a harsh sob. Rain steps between his spread knees, heedless of the mess. He puts his fingers under Mountain's chin, tipping his head up with much gentler fingers than before.

"Hey," Rain says softly. He thumbs tears away from Mountain's overheated cheeks. "You ok? You did so good."

Mountain hiccups on a sob, but nods. His eyes are glazed over, he sighs, it sounds happy, blissed out. Rain smooths his hand over Mountain's hair.

"Good." Rain reaches for one of Mountain's hands, still balled into fists. "Come on then. Let's get you cleaned up."

[moldycantaloupe]

When The Sun Won't Shine

Words; 2.4k

Realtionships; Mountain/Aether, Mountain/Aether/Dewdrop

Tags; Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, hurt/little comfort, Fluff, Anger, Lots of it, Character Study, Happy Ending, Kinda, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms

Mountain had to sacrifice his own mourning to help his packmates. He forced himself to forget his grief, treat it as if it was something he read rather than lived through.

Notes; @forlorn-crows deemed it Mountain March over on Tumblr, so OBVIOUSLY I had to write mountain angst.

Read under cut or on Ao3 if you so desire.

Mountain didn’t know what to do with himself that day. Everything had changed so suddenly, all too much. 

His pack had felt a distant pain when it began. As if a muscle had grown taught, ready to snap. They were all in their common room when it happened, all head’s snapping up in unison. The sharp pain in their chests confirmed it. Their Papa was in trouble. 

They all split into pairs to go searching. Aether with Dewdrop, Ifrit with Zephyr. Mountain would stay to watch their den, keep them from harm's way. That was his first mistake, he thinks. It was hours later when he finally felt his heart rip out. One, two, three. Strings snapping off a guitar. Mountain grew antsy, growling at the pain in his body. He put on a record to distract himself, pacing crop circles into their rug. He swears he can still see those outlines today.

The door had all but slammed open. If he cared enough he would’ve felt the whiplash, but nothing could matter in that moment. Vaguely, he remembers feeling his body drain of blood as Aether stood in the door, a limp discoloured Dewdrop in his arms, his lungs rattling. 

“Sister,” Aether choked out, unshed tears in his eyes, “she-”

Mountain was at his side in mere seconds, grasping at Dewdrop. He remembers beginning to shake then, the burnt smell of flesh forever branded to his mind. He cradled that small face into his hand, too hot for their little water demon.

“What did she do?” Mountain growled. “Where is Ifrit and Zephyr?”

Aether forced out a sob, his knees giving in to the tile underneath. Mountain fell with him, watched as the last string snapped.

“She took them.” Aether cried. “They’re gone!”

Mountain remembers yelling with Aether after the shock dissipated from his vessel, remembers feeling the last bit of himself snap loose. They both mourned together at that doorway, a newly broken ghoul between them. The moon was a blood red that night.

He wishes that he could say the rest of the night was a blur, that he doesn’t remember anything past that point. But he remembers it all like it was recent. Aether calling for Omega, a guttural scream for help echoing throughout the abbey walls. Omega taking Dewdrop away from the broken pair, having to spend minutes begging them both to let him take him to the infirmary, promising that he was not going to hurt their little ghoul. Promising his own life, his own home, just to make sure Dew would live through the night.

Aether begged Mountain, for what, they both don’t know. Begged for it to be a cruel joke, pleas rushing out of his mouth for their pack and papa to come back. Desperate for Sister to give them back. Omega kept in touch through their bond, updates coming in throughout the night. Mountain remember’s a second cry leaving his lungs when they were told what exactly happened to their water ghoul. His poor Dewdrop.

Mountain had to sacrifice his own mourning to help his packmates. He forced himself to forget his grief, treat it as if it was something he read rather than lived through. He became a pillar in their trio, something that couldn’t be brought down. That was the image he forced, the image he hoped his packmates saw. He turned his grief into anger, lashing out on his own time, away from spectating eyes. He would not become a fool for the ministry to play with.

The rest of the week was a blur to him. He only remembers the tears, the sleepless nights. The gasoline when Dewdrop woke and learned. He remembers practically forcing Aether to down food, to shower. Aether begging Omega to let him sleep, even if it was restless. He was so tired of the constant torment grief had brought, he just needed one night. 

Having to live with a mourning and newly made fire ghoul only brought them pain. He still has the scar from when he had to get an unwilling Dewdrop to shower. Promising anything just to get him to try and live.

The ministry gave them all so little time to mourn what they lost before they were sent a letter, informing them of their new Papa, and a summoning for the next new moon. Two new ghouls would be joining their pack. Mountain growled, Aether sobbed, Dew combusted. Meeting their new Papa was brief. It was easier when they found out it was the Cardinal, as lousy as he was. It didn’t make the heartbreak go away, but it was easier. 

Dewdrop was all anger. Not a moment went by without the yelling, the cursing. Glass shattering, knees falling to the ground in anguish, the tears. He locked himself away for days before Mountain and Aether busted through the door. That night was locked away in a part of his mind that he had no access to. All he could recall was the scream that Dew had let out, the idea that he had finally lost his Dewdrop. 

The summoning went as awry as it could. Instead of summoning two new ghouls, they summoned four. Mountain sneered at that cocky grin the multi gave him, as if he was egging on the pain. The love that the air pair had for one another shone through in the entire room, clinging onto each other with their life.. He felt something in him fester when they met the new water ghoul. He was so innocent, so pure. He was everything. He was nothing. He was not his Dewdrop. 

Aether was the personified version of grief. It wasn’t until after the summoning that Mountain had to track him down, finding him in his bathroom with his ceremonial robes in tatters. He was leaned up against the toilet, fat tears streaming down his face. Mountain forced his hands out of his hair, watching his nails come back red and bloody. 

“They’re really gone,” Aether cried. Mountain held him close, letting his own chest muffle the screams he let out. 

He took notice of Dewdrop and how he nearly avoided the new pack. The low growl when one of them came too close to him. He had finally accepted his fire, had finally decided he preferred his fire over water. But Mountain knew. Knew that with the snide remarks towards the new water ghoul, the angry stares their way, that he was still mourning his first element. 

It was years later now. He would never admit it but he hated his new pack in the beginning. They were not the warm and chaos of Ifrit, the slow melodies of Zephyr. Their chaos was like a lightning storm, their warmth more like a summer’s day rather a hearth. Their slow, tender moments were different. Calling them warm would be wrong, calling them cold would be a lie. He never knows how to explain it, so he doesn’t. He thinks, hopes, that at least Aether understands. 

It was a slow Wednesday. He was in the kitchen when he heard it, the slow start to the song he swore never to hear again coming from their living space. He turned in time to see Swiss putting the sleeve of the record on display, showcasing to the world the music that played that night. A record they hadn’t touched since, letting it rot away at the back of their stack. But Swiss didn’t know that. He couldn’t have. Mountain watched as he walked towards Cumulus on the couch, offering a hand to her. She giggled and accepted, being hoisted up onto her feet as he began dancing with her. 

He caught eyes with Aether just in time. He couldn’t bear it. The sorrow in his eyes. The mild acceptance that coursed through his stature. His eyes flickered over to where Rain was now with Dewdrop, dancing together. Dew had a dopey smile on his face, Rain laughing at some remark that Swiss had said. Mountain realized at that moment that, no, he wasn’t over it.

He waited until Aether looked back to the group to walk away, abandoning his tea. He slipped out of their den, walking out towards the windy skies. He felt the earth welcoming him underneath his bare feet, calling him home. He headed towards his greenhouse.

Once inside, he heaved a sigh. He felt the familiar sting in his nose, his eyes begging to let the tears slip. But he didn’t know how, he couldn’t remember how. When was the last time he had cried about his first pack? 

The earth ghoul made his way towards the back of the greenhouse, kneeling down to the flowers that occupied the space. They were the most taken care of out of all of the plants he catered for, one flower bed for each pack member, new and old. He sat down at the start of the flowers, staring at them. Monsella tulips, lavender, marigolds. Perfectly cared for. Something he couldn’t provide then, he provided now.

It was only recently when Mountain realized that he treated his past pack as an idea rather than a memory. Something that never existed outside of his head. He wished he could say that had scared him, but all he felt was numb. He doesn’t remember not feeling numb towards his grief. 

He always had a distraction from himself. His drums, his new pack, his plants. It was rare that he was by himself with nothing to do, to let his thoughts fester. It was always a couple months before the anniversary that everything would come to a head in his psyche, forcing him to relive the trauma all over again. It seemed he was the only one of them that experienced this, and every year he felt all the guilt and grief weigh him down.

He hid the first two times this happened, too overwhelmed to even begin knowing what to do with himself.  He hid in his room, door locked and curtains drawn. His pack collectively had given him three days the first time before Dew lock picked his way in, Aether eyeing the untouched food at the ground. He knows what it smelt like when they walked in; rotting leaves, mildew. He hadn’t showered for a week at that point, barely let the sun touch him. He fought tooth and nail with Aether to just get out of the bed, baring his fangs to the fire ghoul when he just stood there, eyes wide and unseeing. When he wanted to yell at both of them, he couldn’t even let out a word. All he could do was to give in and comply.

Now, he still hid away, but he left his door unlocked for his pack. Just to give them peace of mind.

He was forced out his head when he heard the door to the greenhouse open. He didn’t flinch, didn’t bother turning to see who it was. The scent of chlorine infiltrated his nostrils. He continued to pet one of the tulips, letting the soft touch ground him.

Aether continued walking towards him before he sat himself down right next to Mountain, close to the lavender. Mountain only gave him a glance to tell him that he was here, he was present. They sat like that for minutes, watching the flowers glow in the evening sun. Aether was the first to break the silence.

“Did Ivy ever tell you what Ifrit did when he was first summoned?” Aether turned to Mountain with a crooked smile. Mountain shook his head with creased brows.

“Papa was giving Ifrit a tour of the greenhouse, for some reason, and even encouraged him to touch one of the flowers.” Aether chuckled.

Mountain’s eyes went wide, his brows further creasing. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. turns out it was one of the flowers that Ivy had just gotten to bloom after maybe weeks of waiting, and, you know.” Aether made a noise that mimicked the explosion, hands gesturing a smoke cloud. 

It was Mountain’s turn to chuckle, running a hand down his face. “Oh, Satanas.”

“Yeah, you think Dew’s rage is bad, have you ever seen Ivy’s?” 

“No,” Mountain looked over at Aether, his hand against his chin, “and I never want to see it.”

They both laughed quietly, humming in unison when their laughs began to slow. Aether pursed his lips inward, rubbing his fingers over a stray rock.

“I miss them.” He nearly whispers.

Mountain sighed, his smile starting to slip. “I know.”

It was a minute more before he heaved a sigh, letting go of the tulip in favor of holding Aether close to him, letting the quint rest his head on his shoulder.

“I miss them, too.” He finally admitted. Aether looked up at him, a sad smile on his lips. Mountain felt the sting of tears from earlier, a shaky inhale, his form slumped. Finally, he let himself go.

Aether said nothing as Mountain silently cried, only rubbed at his shaking back in soothing notions. His hand covered his mouth, desperate to hide any whines that may leak through.

“I miss them so much, Aether.” He hiccuped. “It hurts so much.”

“I know,” Aether pressed a kiss into his shoulder, “just let it out for me, big guy.”

He let years of pent up tears flow out of him, finding comfort in his mate’s embrace. He cursed the ministry for what they did, what they had done to his pack and Papa. He let his years of anger, his grief, all his sorrow out. When his cries died down to small hiccups and shaky breaths, Aether had him stand. He wiped his tears away, smoothed down his hair, and walked them both back up to their den.

What waited for them was home. Nobody commented on his red, glassy eyes, or his slumped figure, or the way he held onto Aether as if he was his life. They all yelled at the two of them to sit down at the dinner table and eat, Cirrus specifically pushing them to the dining room. He ate in his own silence and listened intently to his pack talk about their days, random stories from the past, bickering with one another. Dew talked about something him and Zephyr used to do, a grin plastered on his face. Aether kept a hand on his thigh, rubbing circles with his thumb. He would never admit it outwardly, but that small notion kept him there. Kept him grounded during their dinner. 

Mountain caught eyes with him and gave him a soft smile, one that met his eyes. He was ready to finally accept this new life, he thinks.

[nastylittleghouls]

Me: Let's doodle kreechurrr Mountain, with creepy eyes and teeth and...

Brain: Nah go the hippie forest fairy route

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Need need need more puppy ghouls!! As a pup myself, I love how you wrote them!! Maybe an impact scene?? Horny puppies?? A mix of both??? Would love to see more puppy play from you (only if you want to of course!!💚🐾)

How about two puppies not so innocently playing together???

Happy Mountain March!

It started out innocently. They were just playing, wrestling, biting, growling at each other. But it didn’t take long for it take a turn, the growling getting more feral, the wrestling getting more aggressive, the bites getting more real. It didn’t take long for Mountain to have Phantom pinned under him, looming over the smaller Ghoul, snarling at him until the quint Willingly presented himself to him.

Phantom wiggled his hips from where Mountain had him pinned face down on the floor, one hand securely on the back of his neck.

“Common, big boy. Know you want it. Common, mount me, puppy. Mount me, fuck that fat knot into me and breed me.”

From behind him Mountain growls at him and presses down his neck harder.

“Can smell how wet you are.” He growls. “Such a whore. So desperate for it, aren’t you.”

Phantom moans and his tail lifts up even higher over his hip, his legs spread a little more, presenting himself for Mountain even more. Mountain hums, pleased with Phantom’s reaction.

He lowers himself so he’s eye level with Phantom’s cunt, so he can see how it twitches and throbs around nothing. He noses along his folds, inhaling deeply at his heady scent.

“Smells so good, pup.” Mountain give a long lock down to his clit. “Taste so good too.”

Phantom moans and arched his back, feeling his cunt clench around nothing, desperate to be filled.

“Please. Please, common. Mount me. Fuck me.”

Mountain hums, too busy lapping up Phantoms slick to listen to him. He pushes his tongue into him, as deep as he can, without warning, making Phantom stutter and his legs shake.

“Oh-oh- fuck. Puppy, feels so good. So good, shit.” Phantom reached behind him to grab at the back of Mountains head to push him even deeper into him.

Mountain pulls away abruptly, growling and pinning Phantom’s hand behind his back.

“Still.” He growls out to him. “Stay.”

He sits up on his knees and folds himself over Phantom’s back, keeping his hands pinned in place behind his back. He bites at the back Phantom’s neck, scruffing him.

Phantom makes a strangled sound and claws at the carpet, leaving little rips in the fabric.

“Fuck, puppy, please. Please, put it in me, need it, need you knot me, please.” He begs, pushing his hip back, feeling Mountains hard cock on his ass.

Mountain growls into his neck, biting down harder. He grinds his hips onto Phantom, pushing his cock into the meat of his ass. He lets out another growl as he does, gripping at Phantom’s hips so he can pull him up even higher into him.

Phantom squeaks as he gets moved and manhandled by Mountain. He arched his back even more, letting Mountains cock fall between his legs so he can rut against his wet cunt.

Mountain let’s out a grunt at the feeling of Phantom’s sticky wet cunt against his shaft. He thrusts his hips, desperate to chase the feeling, desperate to get inside him and feel his wet cunt wrapped around and squeezing his cock. The head slips between Phantom's folds with a slick slide and Mountain growled moan at the warm wetness that surrounds him.

He ruts into Phantom, letting his head drag along the wet walls of his cunt, the tip bumping Phantom’s clit making the smaller ghoul gasp out.

“Mountaaaaain.” He draws out his name with a whine. “Put it in, need it in, please. Put it in, please. In, in, in, in.” He chants, rocking his hips back.

Mountain growls into his neck again and grips and Phantom’s hips harder and he rocks his hips into him faster, desperate to get the tip of his cock to catch on Phantom’s hole so he can slip In easily. It doesn’t work though, he’s too big and Phantom is too wet for him to just slip in. He lets out an annoyed huff, releasing his bite on Phantom’s neck, giving the bite a little lick.

“Help, pup. Help, can’t, can’t do it.” He pants into his neck, his hips still rutting again Phantom.

Phantom rolls his eyes and huffs, reaching between his legs.

“Such a useless puppy, already. I have you all dumb and pussy drunk already, huh?” He grabs Mountains cock, running the head through his wet folds just to tease him, before he lines the head up with his hole.

Mountain lets the head catch on his hole before pushing forward letting the head pop into Phantom. He immediately starts jackhammering into him, not giving Phantom a second to adjust to his size.

“Oh fuck, puppy. Slow down, slow- fuck- slow down. It’s too much.” Phantom pants out as he braces himself on the floor, the power of Mountains thrusts making him move against the carpet.

Mountain gives a sad whine and shakes his head against Phantoms neck, unable to stop himself.

“Can’t. Can’t stop. Feels-ah-feels too good.”

Phantom lets out a gasp as he feels the head of Mountains cock jab against his cervix.

“Puppy, pup- shitfuck- puppy, it hurts.”

“Good.” Mountain growls into his ear. He grips at Phantom hips harder to stop him from moving and jackhammers into him even harder.

“Gunna full you up, stretch you out with my knot and fill you with my litter.”

Phantoms thighs spreads more subconsciously as he feels himself get even wetter.

“Fuck, puppy. Please.” He squeaks out as Mountain abuses his cunt.

Mountain growls again, low and primal in the back of his throat.

“You’d look so good, with your tummy all swollen with my litter.” He nips at the back of Phantoms neck. “Wouldn’t be able to stop myself from keeping you knocked up, all fat and swollen with my kits.”

Phantom cries out as Mountain bites down at his neck again.

“Fuck, puppy, please. Please knot me, breed me, make me your pup, please.” Phantom moans as he feels the beginning of Mountains knot start to bump again his hole with each thrust.

“Knot me! Please knot me, puppy. I need it, need you to knot me.”

Mountains claws dig into the flesh of Phantoms hips, breaking the skin and making little red rivers run down his thighs.

“Gunna breed you so well, pup.” He growls into his ear. “Gunna keep you stuck on my knot until it takes, until I can smell you’re carrying my litter.”

Phantom whines as Mountains knot pushes against his hole even more, threatening to pop at any moment.

Mountain licks down the shell of his ear and tucks his nose into Phantom scent gland, inhaling deeply.

“You’ll smell so much like me. Everyone will know what I’ve done to you even before you start showing.” He lets out another growl. “And Satan, when you do start showing, it’ll be impossible to hide. Everyone will know how much of a whore you are, how easy you were to bend over and pin down and breed.”

Phantoms eyes roll back into his skull as he cums completely unexpectedly. His whole body shakes with the intensity of it and if Mountain wasn’t holding him up so tightly he would have fallen forward and face planted the ground below him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it pup. Cum on my cock. Cum-oh fuck-cum on-shitfuck.” Mountains hood stutter as he feels himself get so impossibly close. “I’m gunna- gunna cum- fuck pup- gunna knot you, fill you up so good and ruin you for everyone else.”

Phantom whimpers as he feels himself throb around Mountain as the relentless abuse of his cunt draws his orgasm out for an impossibly long time. Mountain jackhammers into him, once, then twice, before his knot is popping with a slick sound and he’s bullying his way into Phantom and locking them together.

Phantom all but screams as he feels his cunt get stretched around Mountains fat knot. He feels himself subconsciously rock back, trying to get the knot as deep as he can. Mountains cock gives a kick inside him as he starts to cum, filling Phantom to the brim.

Mountain throws his head back with a long low groan, feeling Phantom clench around his knot and milk him for everything he’s got.

“Fuck, that’s it pup. So good for me. Perfect for breeding, you want it so bad, don’t you?” He pants out in between waves of pleasure. “You’re so good for me, pup. Taking my knot so well. Gunna look so good carrying my kits.”

Phantom whines as he sags into the floor, feeling like he’s gone completely boneless. Mountains cock gives two more twitches, filling him up even more before the earth ghoul is slumping himself against Phantom.

He licks at Phantoms neck in a loving way as they both pant, fully exhausted and worn out.

“Can’t wait for my knot to go down, so I can fuck you again. Not going to stop until I know it takes.”

Phantom gasp as he feels his cunt throb weakly on Mountains knot. Maybe he’d underestimated what he’d gotten himself in for when he first started playing with Mountain. As he’s about to say something to him, Mountains knot gives a throb and another load of cum is pushed into Phantom, filling him to the brim and making his cunt clench with how good it felt. On second thought, maybe being bred within an inch of his life wouldn’t be so bad.

[dewedup]

👀👀👀 any teasers or crumbs you could share with the class?

happy tall dirt boy march!

sharing is caring, i suppose 😘

this post from @divine-misfortune has been living rent free in my head for months and i’ve finally decided to act on it

in honour of dirt boy, have a little taste 👅

~

Mountain pulls the ends of the vines, tying them together into a knot, being cautious of the thorns sprinkled around the stalk. He moves to go over to the other wrist but a sigh makes him pull back, raising an eyebrow quizzically at the fire ghoul before him.

“Fucking tighter Mount, you think these little thorns are going to stop me from wrecking you?” Dew chides, but his commanding tone only leads Mountain to roll his eyes at him in slight annoyance.

His hackles raise at the lack of respect from the mouthy ghoul before him, but he begrudgingly agrees with what Dew said.

Mountain intends on doing this his way.

The whole reason they were here, in the vine-covered corner of the greenhouse, is because Mountain said he wanted a turn being in charge.

He should have known Dew wouldn’t back down so easily.

“Shut the fuck up, Dew.” Mountain reminds him, reaching down to tighten the previous restraint he’d created. He tugs harder than before, pulling until Dew sucks in a sharp breath. A bright red bead bubbles out of the skin of Dew’s wrist, where a thorn has dug in and made itself at home. Mountain’s eyes follow the movement of the drop of blood, watching it swell until it trails down the skin, leaving a crimson path in its wake.

Before he can even comprehend the thoughts running through his head, Mountain leans forward, licking a stripe along the mess, a proverbial treasure trail for him, and him alone.

Dew swallows audibly, his tongue darting out to trace his lips as Mountain looks at him from under his lashes, nose still nuzzled close to the source of the blood. A lazy smirk spreads across Dew’s face, eyes alight with mischief as he takes in the scene.

“What a good little slut,” Dew coos. “Taking whatever piece of me you can get. So damn needy.”

Mountain ignores how his cock jumps at the pretty little words in favour of letting annoyance and disdain colour his facial features.

“I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut?” Mount snaps, eyes roaming his surroundings as Dew starts to chuckle.

“Don’t pretend like this doesn’t turn you on. I can see how excited you are. Just admit that I’m superior, that no one can take care of you like I do. I’ll even let you keep one of my hands tied up and still-“

“Aha!” Mountain exclaims, excitedly bouncing over to the other side of the greenhouse. Dew huffs, mildly annoyed at being interrupted, but Mountain continues to ignore him as a plan roots in his head. He plucks a ripe, red apple, spitting on it before wiping it clean with his shirt.

“A snack? Are you serious?” Dew cries out, gesturing to the apple before pointing at himself. “I’m a whole damn meal. You need to save room for what I’m about to-“

Dew’s cut off for the second time. It just so happens to be by the fruit Mountain shoves into his mouth. He shouts in surprise, though it’s extremely muffled by the apple, which is keeping his mouth open wider than necessarily comfortable.

“Much better,” Mountain grins, returning to his task of tying the vines, his heartbeat racing faster with every dulled noise of protest Dew releases as the thorns push incessantly into his skin.

[thesunhatesme]

Never drawn anything before but it’s Mountain march so let’s go

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