#mountraindew

[dewedup]

Oooo could we get daddy rain, daddy mountain and dew!???

The gremlin wants to be heckin WRECKED, and take a brain break since they're home from tour. And Rain and Mountain know exactly how to help with that.

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i'm so sorry it took me so long to get around to this!! i wasn't sure what it was going to look like, and maybe came out a bit more hurt/comfort and softer than intended, but i finally give you the terrarium boys 🖤 i hope you like it!!

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you already know @jimothybarnes was pivotal to this, beta/soundboard/cheerleader/believer i can't explain the joy i get whenever i send them a fic, and it's like christmas morning when i get it back

He's crying steadily as the two ghouls continue to take care of him, Rain leaning over to lick the saltwater trails from his cheeks. Dew hiccups slightly as he takes a deep breath, the feeling like he’s been drowning is slowly fading away with every dip of their fingers.

you can read it under the cut or on AO3

Dew is stressed, has been for a while now, maybe since halfway through the last leg of the tour. Being on the road is usually a hard concept for him, and it takes him a while to shake the uneasiness even after they return to the abbey. He knows that he leans on his fellow ghouls heavily to help keep him grounded. But even with Rain, Swiss and Cumulus dedicating entire nights to trying to unwind the fire ghoul, he can’t seem to reach a place where he can truly let go.

He can tell Rain knows something is up, their ability to read each other has surpassed the need for verbal communication long ago. He can feel the water ghoul’s eyes on him when he’s just walking around, doing mundane tasks, trying to remove outside stressors by completing any work that he finds. He’s long finished his own list of things that need to be done, and instead of relaxing he opts to give Aether a hand in the library or get his hands dirty with Mountain in the greenhouse. He can’t even locate the need to create havoc, shenanigan count at an all-time low, and that is probably the most concerning bit.

He's presenting as a well-rounded ghoul, lending a hand, spreading the word of the clergy, all seemingly on autopilot. This happens from time-to-time, has been happening since long before his elemental change, back when he was still a water ghoul. Sometimes something he can’t even describe nudges at his brain, constantly wearing him down until he’s just a shell. Usually, he’s able to pull himself out of it, but it’s been weeks. He’s not even sure he will ever feel normal again.

“Droplet?” He hears Rain call from the bedroom, his hands scrubbing mindlessly at the shower in their ensuite bathroom. Dew blinks as he tries to remember how long he’d been at this, every surface in the space glinting with a shine that only manual labour could produce. He shakes his head, placing the sponge back under the sink and rinsing his hands before exiting the bathroom.

Rain’s sitting on the bed, the picture of calm as his long limbs stay in a relaxed position, the worried glint in his eye the only thing giving him away. Dew’s about to ask what’s up when his eyes dart over to the door, looking up at Mountain who’s leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as his eyes dissect the fire ghoul.

“Having a sleepover, Waterlily?” Dew teases, though it’s half-hearted. He’s mentally exhausted, whilst physically feeling like he could break through a brick wall. He wonders how many more hours he could wring out of cleaning the bathroom, the tiles on the floor could use a good, hard, scrub.

“Rain’s a little worried Dew, you’ve been working yourself too hard. It’s time to take a break.” Mountain says, looking steadily at Dew without moving. His stillness makes Dew feel on edge, something crawling beneath his skin, begging to be set free. He can think of a hundred other things he’d rather be doing then having a cuddle with Rain and Mountain right now.

“I’m fine, I was just tidying up the bathroom, you know how things get messy after a tour.” Dew explains, gesturing around to the immaculately spotless room. The smell of Pine Sol tickles his nose as he breathes in, clearly not helping his case whatsoever. Mountain raises his eyebrows in disbelief, gaze never once wavering from where it’s burning a hole in Dew.

“I said it’s time for a break,” Mountain repeats, his deep voice caressing Dew’s ears as he eyes the tall ghoul.

“Dew, let’s just relax for a bit, yeah?” Rain adds from the bed, patting the spot beside him as an invitation. Dew feels like he’s being backed into a corner, his hackles raising slightly as his eyes dart between the two ghouls. Is this good cop, bad cop? Mountain, an unmoving presence at the door, while Rain sits languidly on the bed.

“I’m good,” Dew bites out, turning to walk back to the bathroom, unsure what game they’re playing at, but wanting no part.

“It wasn’t a suggestion.” Mountain states, voice dropping to a low baritone, Dew’s entire body tensing up at the tone. He freezes mid step, head snapping towards the earth ghoul. Mountain straightens up, no longer resting casually, but a rigid, impenetrable wall of flesh and muscle. He starts to walk towards Dew, extending a hand to point towards the bed where Rain is still seated. He gets halfway across the room before Dew kicks into action, scurrying over to the water ghoul and taking a seat beside him on the bed. Rain’s cold hands make contact with his shoulders, kneading softly into the tense muscle beneath the skin. He hits a certain spot and Dew feels like he could melt into the bed, head falling to hang limply forward, chin touching his chest.

“I know what you need, baby.” Rain whispers into his ear, bumping their heads together lightly as his fingers continue to massage his body. “Let Mount and I take over, you just get to sit here and look pretty.”

Dew’s nodding along in agreement before Rain even finishes his sentence, head jolting up as he feels hands on his ankle. He watches with careful eyes as Mountain unlaces his boots one foot at a time, pressing kisses to his ankles as they get freed from the leather contraptions. Next, he peels Dew’s socks off, kissing the soles of his feet before his giant hands wrap around them, matching Rain’s tempo as he presses into his feet. Dew wasn’t even aware how sore he was, how tears bubble over his lids as Mountain takes his sweet time working out every pressure point in his feet.

He's crying steadily as the two ghouls continue to take care of him, Rain leaning over to lick the saltwater trails from his cheeks. Dew hiccups slightly as he takes a deep breath, the feeling like he’s been drowning is slowly fading away with every dip of their fingers.

Rain’s fingers move to Dew’s scalp, claws scraping softly as he roams his head, paying extra attention to the base of his horns. The purr that erupts from Dew’s body makes him jolt in surprise, chest rumbling contently. Dew feels Mountain’s soft chuckles on his shin, breath ghosting across the skin as he works his way up, massaging while peppering kisses all the way to his thighs.

“Feeling better?” Rain breathes across Dew’s neck, nipping and licking at the soft skin leisurely, as if he has all the time in the world to worship his fire ghoul. Dew keens at the attention, tilting his head back to grant him more access.

In tandem Mountain pulls off Dew’s sweatpants while Rain lifts his shirt, his skin flushing at being exposed to the chilled, but quickly warming, bedroom air. Both ghouls take a moment to gaze at Dew and he feels seen.  The way that Mountain is watching so lovingly, under a half-lidded gaze, stirs something inside of Dew that feels like it could swallow him whole. As if his body is igniting from the inside, every nerve is catching fire and sizzling with a deep-seeded want.

He knows that if he turned to catch a glimpse of Rain, the familiar look of adoration on the water ghoul’s face would send him tumbling into the abyss, but he wants to be present for a little bit longer. The stress of the last few weeks, coupled with the undivided love and attention he’s receiving, has him toeing the line of his subspace. He’s never gotten into it this way before. Sure, he’s been fucked to hell and back and gotten thrown there, or during a particularly rough session with Cirrus he dips into that feeling of floating. But just being cared for? That’s a new one.

Mountain’s hands work into the muscles of his thighs, reaching around to knead his ass, giving equal attention to both cheeks. Dew feels fingers brush against his hole, dancing around the puckered skin, and his body goes tense, freezing under wandering hands.

“Relax,” Mountain commands, leaning forward to press kisses into Dew’s hips. His tongue darts out, licking a stripe across the two boney protrusions on either side of his waist. The order from the earth ghoul seeps into Dew, skinning into his bones, his body going limp as he obeys without hesitation.

“So good for us,” Rain praises, his own fingers sliding down Dew’s chest to tease the rings attached to his nipples. Dew whines, high-pitched and filled with need. Mountain groans in response, burying his face into Dew’s stomach, using it as a pillow as his hands move behind his back, still flirting with his hole. Wetness gushes from the attention, the only lingering ability from his water ghoul days, aside from an uncanny sense of knowing exactly when it’s going to rain. Speaking of Rain, the ghoul behind him moans as the scent of Dew’s slick hits his nose, the vibration of his chest pressed to Dew’s back has him clenching around nothing.

“Feels like you need something to fill you up,” Mountain teases, his hands still groping Dew’s ass, feeling the way his hole tightens again. Dew cants his hips up into Mountain’s grinning face, moaning whorishly as a large finger tests the resistance, finds it non-existent and slides in uninterrupted. Mountain growls softly at the way Dew welcomes him, squeezing lovingly around the finger inside of him. “Taking me so well, good ghoul,” he says as more slick covers him, almost dripping out of Dew at this point.

“Fuck,” Rain chokes out, sitting back to palm roughly at himself through his pants. Dew’s eyes float over to him, watching through slightly blurred vision as Rain meets his gaze, groaning and moving his hand more insistently. Dew’s jaw goes slack as Mountain works in another finger, eyes slipping shut as a sweet little cry falls from his lips. He hears Rain swear under his breath, feels the water ghoul’s gaze still hot on his skin, but raising his heavy eyelids feels equivalent to climbing Mount Everest.

“Eyes on me,” Mountain orders from below and Dew struggles to locate him by the sound of his voice alone. Using every ounce of strength left in his body he forces his eyes open a crack, the green gaze of the earth ghoul stripping him bare. He watches him intently as he thrusts in and out of Dew’s hole, can see the moment Mountain realizes that Dew’s hanging on by a thread. “Let go baby, we’ve got you.”

Like he was just waiting for permission, for confirmation that they will continue to care for him, Dew floats out of his own body. It’s like watching the scene from above an outside perspective.

Mountain continues to work him open slowly, scissoring his fingers and stretching him wide enough to accommodate the growing cock in his pants. Rain’s already removed his own clothes, repositioning Dew onto his front and up on his knees, leaving his head to rest comfortably on his lap. Dew babbles incoherently as Rain runs his fingers through his hair, messily braiding and then returning the strands to normal, smoothing them down before starting the process all over again.

Mountain goes to remove his fingers, intent on taking off his own clothes, when Dew starts whining, wiggling his hips, looking for the missing fingers. Mountain hushes softly, tossing his shirt off quickly before resting a hand back on Dew’s cheek, his thumb circling and pushing into the stretched and glistening hole. He keeps it there, buried inside, while his other hand moves to undo his pants. It takes him a little longer, using only one hand, but the pleased sigh Dew lets out at having something fill him up makes up for the slight inconvenience.

Dew’s mouth starts nuzzling against Rain’s lap, searching for something, leaving hot kisses wherever their skin meet. Rain releases a sudden gasp as Dew’s lips wrap around his prize, circling the tip with his tongue and suckling at the hard cock.

Mountain watches the two of them with a heavy-lidded gaze, his hand stroking his throbbing cock as Rain writhes under Dew’s oral fixation. Dew’s clenching around Mountain’s thumb again and the earth ghoul can’t wait any longer, lining himself up with Dew’s hole and pushing in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, letting him adjust to the size. Dew’s moan is muffled by the cock in his mouth and Rain pants at the vibrations against him. Mountain groans as he bottoms out, stilling his hips with sheer determination as he lets the fire ghoul get used to his thick dick. Dew clenches again, stealing the breath from Mountain’s lungs as he grips him.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long, Mount.” Rain whines urgently and Mountain looks up from where he’s disappearing into Dew to see the look of pure desperation on the water ghoul’s face. Mountain bites his lip hard, Dew clenching around him once again, and he can’t help but agree.

“You both wait for me,” Mountain’s voice rings out, the tone strong enough to elicit a nod from Dew and a grunt from Rain. Mountain starts thrusting, slowly at first, testing out the waters. Dew hums happily around Rain’s cock, bouncing back to meet Mountain’s thrusts as Rain grips desperately at Dew’s horns, trying to fight off his impending orgasm with all the will he can muster. Mountain takes pity on the water ghoul, watches the sweat beading at his temples with the amount of concentration, and decides to not draw this out longer than it needs to be.

His hips pick up tempo, slamming into Dew, repeatedly hitting his prostate if the way he’s mewling around the cock in his mouth’s any indication. Rain’s a wreck, strangled whimpers falling from his lips with every movement, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he scratches uselessly at the bedsheets, claws digging in and leaving questionable holes.

Mountain snaps his hips at breakneck speed, pounding into Dew with enough force that the sounds of the slapping of their skin, the squelch of slick, and the symphony of noises the ghouls are making can probably be heard all the way down in hell.

Rain goes first, crying out as he coats the back of Dew’s throat. His skin flushes a deep red in exertion and embarrassment at not being able to hold out any longer. Dew’s right there with him, milking Mountain for all he’s worth as he paints the bedsheets below them. Mountain stands no chance, watching the two ghouls come undone before him, along with the way Dew squeezes him in a vice grip. His hips thrust sloppily, growling in pleasure as he buries himself inside the fire ghoul, filling him with his seed.

Dew pulls off Rain’s dick with an obscene plopping noise, a bit of saliva sliding down his chin as he flops onto the bed, ass still raised where Mountain’s cock is softening inside him. The fog is a little less thick after the mind-shattering orgasm, he feels like he can actually process a train of thought, though his head is definitely still in the clouds. He glances around at the aftermath, where Rain is flopping boneless onto their bed, tugging the comforter over his spent body. A look behind him shows Mountain still gathering himself in his own post-orgasm high. He whines as the earth ghoul pulls out, a mess of slick and come dripping from his used hole.

“You were so good Dew, trusting us to take care of you. I’m proud of you,” Mountain reassures, moving forward to scoop Dew up into his arms. The fire ghoul’s heart swells at the praise, always feeling a little unsteady after slipping into subspace so hard. Mountain lifts him up to the head of the bed, slotting him in front of Rain as he takes the back, sandwiching Dew between both of their bodies.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Dew whispers quietly, still slightly uncomfortable bringing up their particular dynamic around Rain.

But Rain, for his part, doesn’t judge, instead burying his face into Dew’s neck and dusting kisses along the sweaty skin. Mountain’s chest rumbles loudly with a pleased purr, wrapping them both up in his arms as he cuddles into them.

They stay like that for a long while, Mountain and Rain only leaving to grabs snacks and drinks as they keep an eye on Dew to watch the comedown. Dew basks in the love, cuddled by both ghouls and watching movies of his choosing makes the feeling of floating last longer than usual.

And when it’s finally over, the stress that hung like a guillotine over his neck the past few weeks is gone too, he feels like he can breathe again.