#mountrora

[captainenjolras]

Answer the microwave, Mountain.

[ghoul3tt3]

mountrora doodle 💚🩷

[tinyluvs]

❥ summary; aurora and mountain size kink, sort of, that’s all :3 ❥ warnings; size kink, frotting, aurora has a clit piercing, idk ??❥ authors note; this is my birthday present, to all of you! ily!!!! ❥ wc; 1.5k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

subtlety isn’t exactly one of aurora’s strong suits, the one very specific thing she’s hankering for might as well be written over her forehead but she seems to think that she’s sat on a secret. mountain however, knows what she wants and the pretty little skirt she has on, just for him, is making it all the more obvious

“do you like my skirt?” she asks, words rolling off of her tongue dripping with faux innocence as she lays back on mountain’s bed and tugs one of his pillows down underneath her head

mountain kneels on his bed, right between her legs and just as he anticipated, her thighs fall apart, “you know i do,” he hums, fiddling with the hem of her skirt before tickling his fingers up the backs of her legs, eliciting a soft giggle from the little multi

on her own volition, aurora tugs her thighs back until her knees are grazing her ribs and her skirt is flipping up over her tummy, exposing the thin, pink, lacy number underneath, “enough to fuck me?” she whispers, ogling moutain’s cock where it stands tall against his stomach, smearing pre through his happy trail

truthfully, mountain has been painfully hard ever since aurora had brushed past him with her peachy little ass peeking out of the bottom of her skirt. he only lasted minutes before he threw her over his shoulder and marched her straight into his room

regardless, he’s not giving in to her so easily, “not a chance” he mumbles, ignoring aurora’s high whine as he stares at the little piercing resting right over her clit, creating a solid bump in the lace of her panties, “you can’t take me, not yet,”

each word is accentuated by mountain tapping the leaking tip of his cock against aurora’s obstructed clit, forcing them both to hiss at the sudden jolts of contact and the slight harshness of the lace rubbing against their sensitive skin

“i can take swiss!” aurora protests with a small gasp. the tips of her fingers walk over mountain’s hipbones, nails pricking at his skin as they travel downwards, brushing through the thatch of hair at the base of his cock, “and rain!”

mountain chuckles, “look at my cock, aurora” he orders, rolling his hips forwards to grind his cock along her covered cunt just as her gaze locks on to his fat tip nestling against her, “does mine look the same as swiss’ or rain’s?” he asks pointedly

a thick blurt of pre bubbles out of mountain’s slit, dripping wet and warm through the lace and over aurora’s clit while she tips her head to the side and then shakes it, no. “what’s different about them?” mountain queries, pressing against the head of his cock to force it further against where aurora is wettest

aurora doesn’t answer immediately, too busy softly humping her hips up to fall into a rhythm with mountain but the longer she takes to answer, the slower mountain goes and with the threat of him pulling away all together suddenly looming over her, she remembers that he’s waiting for a response

“uhm, yours is prettier,” she whispers, smiling to herself when mountain groans deeply and that, seems to spur her on, “and yours is thicker and fatter and bigger and i want you to fuck me with it, m-mountain please!” she whines hopelessly, bordering on begging for it, she’ll do anything to get her own way now

mountain growls, deep and rumbling in his chest, seeping out between clenched fangs as he slips a finger underneath the lace that is hiding what he so desperately wants. he pulls hard on the fabric, ignoring the sounds of it snapping and tearing in places as he moves it to the side, exposing aurora’s glistening cunt in all its glory

he slips his cock against her, gathering her slick and his pre at the head as he grinds upwards, forcing the tip to kiss her clit, “i can’t fuck you aurora,” he huffs, leaning right over her to fold her in half, leaving her feet pressing to his collarbones

“w-why?” aurora wails, her back arching as his hips speed up to properly drive his fat cock along her centre with earnest and slick wet sounds that prove how bad they both want it

with every hard thrust of his hips the ball on the underneath of aurora’s piercing slides deliciously right over his slit, dipping in just barely before pressing it up through the hood of aurora’s clit, making them both moan with their pleasure

“because, fuck, i’m too big,” mountain grunts, tipping his head down until his chin touches his chest to watch the way his fat, purpled head is sliding up and down through aurora’s soaking folds, “i-i’ll ruin you sweetheart, split you right open,” he huffs

just the thought of it makes something burn and twist low in aurora’s stomach, “do it, i want you to do it,” she whimpers, her eyes wide and flickering between mountain’s face and then down to where their bodies are touching, “know you want to,”

she’s right, he does really want to. he wants to stretch her out and make her gape every time he pulls out. he wants to mold her cunt to fit his cock, and his cock only. he wants to leave her fucked out and completely ruin anyone else’s chances at being able to please her ever again

but, he can’t. she looks tiny underneath him, almost comically so and it wouldn’t be right to fuck her like this. when he does eventually give in to her, he’ll take his time. he’ll work her open so slowly she’s brainless by the time he’s sliding into her but as much as he wishes he did, he doesn’t have time for that now

“please,” aurora cries, so pent up with lust all she can do is cry about it while she watches his cock gliding against her swollen pussy

mountain grunts and lowers himself down onto his forearms on his pillow, either side of aurora’s head, “promise i will soon, just not r-right now,” he mumbles, ghosting the tip of his nose against hers before tilting slightly to one side to kiss her

aurora gasps and tilts her chin up desperately, chasing a kiss he’s willingly giving her until it’s messy and open mouthed and fuelled purely by the desperation that’s clouding both of their minds

a devastating mix of aurora’s slick and mountain’s pre streams down aurora’s cunt, filling and pooling just inside her tight little hole and making the slide of his cock against her almost too easy. so easy in fact that as he jerks his hips back, the head of his cock slips down and presses hard against her entrance

her body doesn’t even attempt to make room for him, still far too tight for him to give her what she wants. so, his cock slips back up until the tip nudging against her piercing but, aurora got teased with a taste of what she wants and now she only wants it more

“oh, do it, m-mount please, do it,” aurora begs against his lips, barely even pulling away from their kiss to mumble. her nails dig hard into his hips, attempting to push him back enough so that it’ll happen again but just as he’s bigger than her, he’s also stronger so he doesn’t budge a single inch

mountain is losing his composure, fast, the dizzying need to fuck into her is starting to overwhelm him and the more she begs and pleads so sweetly, the more he’s really starting to wonder if she’s been right all along

“fuck, ‘rora, don’t,” he rasps through a moan. his hips begin to jack rabbit, forwards and backwards in short little humps that grind the slit of his cock right under her clit, their bodies held together by strings of slick between them

aurora can’t hold on much longer. her stomach twists tight and clenches almost painfully, “j-just the tip and then i’ll cum, oh, please just make me cum,” she cries with a hiccup, fresh salty tears rolling down her cheeks and soaking his pillow

that won’t just make aurora cum though, it’ll make mountain cum too and he’s so close, so, before he can really think about it, he pulls his hips back all the way, until his cock is dipping down against her hole once more

“when i fuck you, shit, properly,” mountain groans, rolling his hips forwards to feel the slightest bit of resistance her body is giving him, “you’ll feel me,” he pauses to bring a hand down to her stomach, right below her navel, “right fucking here,”

just as his words register in aurora’s head, the thick head of his cock pops into her, “oh fuck,” aurora shudders and true to her word, it makes her cum. she clenches down hard around the tip of mountain’s cock and pulls him over the edge with her

“shit, y-you’re tight,” mountain growls as he spills his load just inside of her. she clamps around him like a vice and forces his cum to leak out of her and down his length in thick, hot, drips

all they can do is moan as euphoria courses through their veins but something in their hazy minds clicks, this may be the first proper taste they’ve had of each other but it won’t be the last

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! & comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah! send prompts to my ask box!

𖤐 ghouls masterlist

[nastylittleghouls]

Aurora: Help! I’m drowning! *vanishes underwater* Mountain: *pulls her back to the surface* Mountain: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! Aurora: *smacks him across the forehead* NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL, ASSHOLE!

[pommepaloma]

Long time no post, I haven’t drawn anything postable other than ocs in a good while lol. But here, stupid meme for @nebulousfreak ‘s and I’s RP. Mountrora and their baby girl. Sigh. Heart emoji.

[bloodysyren]

I would love to hear your thoughts on Mountain/ Aurora

Mountain is the most perfect Ghoul a girl could ask for. He’s a great listener. He’s attentive. He’s honest, and chivalrous, and romantic. 😩

He grows his own flowers to create stunning bouquets that last for months! He loves giving gifts and doing little things to show he cares. He’s the ultimate gentleman (and looks the part whenever they go out too—absolutely one handsome devil)!

He handwrites notes and letters to Aurora and she’s kept every one and rereads them often.

His charms won her over immediately and they’re nearly inseparable.

He also treats her like the princess that she is and will spend hours in bed focused on just her pleasure before she finally takes matters into her well-manicured hands and rides him like he’s her favorite toy (he is). He’s the complete package and she wouldn’t trade him for anything in the three realms. 💖

Can you tell who my favorite Ghoul is?

[iamthecomet]

mounty/rora size difff!!!!! im insane!!!!

like imagine they’re in the kitchen and roras tryna grab somethin high up and mount comes up behind and just. engulfs her. idk if i were her i would lose it.

also dom mountain? maybe? calling her his “little princess” and making her take him all at once?

(maybe some really light cnc like hes “making” her take it no matter what she wants)

idk i love them

I got SO carried away with this. I am NOT SORRY. 2.3k words of MountRora under the cut. Despite the CNC mention in the ask everything in the ficlet is enthusiastically consented to on screen. Though, Mountain does have a few thoughts (before anything actually happens) that could make things seem dubious. So keep that in mind before you read. I absolutely took some inspiration for their normal dynamic from this post by @miasmaghoul because her brain is gigantic.

The new ghoulette makes Mountain feel like he’s losing his mind. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her since they were introduced. Her miniscule frame tucked under one of Copia’s arms as he gave her and Aeon a tour of the ghoul wing. 

He knows her better now. Enough that when he lays in bed at night with one hand on his cock and her on his mind he doesn’t feel quite as bad as he did that first night. Face down on his pillows, knuckles wedged between his teeth so that when he came in hot spurts he didn’t accidentally whimper the name of the freshly summoned ghoulette in the next room. 

Now, a few months in, the thoughts are no less impure but he knows they’re welcome. Knows she thinks the same things. Finds her at his door in the middle of the night, barely clothed and already soaked for him. Slipping into his lap with ease and grinding against him until she cums–until he does too. Splattering cum over his stomach as she works him through it with her tongue in his mouth. 

It’s not enough. 

Mountain watches her from the couch as she stretches up onto her toes and tries to reach something on the very top shelf of the game cabinet. Spine stretching, fingers waggling as she tries to reach. Almost hopping on her toes in a futile attempt to bump whatever game she’s hoping for close enough to grab. 

Mountain delights in watching her. In looking at the little sliver of skin that shows as her shirt rides up. On the way her ass looks in her leggings. Eyes tracing the dip in her waist, knowing he can touch his fingers around it when he holds her. 

He’ll get up and help her–of course he will. Though, she’ll never ask. Determined to do it herself. But he’s going to let her struggle for another minute and enjoy the view. 

He pushes himself off the couch when she starts to show signs of planning to climb the cabinet. He presses right up against her. Ducks his head to press his chin to the crown of her head, right between brutally sharp opalescent horns. 

“Which one?” he rumbles. Curling one arm around her waist, palm flat against her belly. That warm strip of skin under his calloused palm. She growls, high and playful. And he pulls her tighter, presses her body right up against his until he knows she can feel how hard he’s gotten pressed right against her spine. 

“Monopoly,” she says, pressing back against him. Standing on her toes in an attempt to grind her ass back against him. “Why do you put it so high?” “Big boxes go on the top shelf.” 

“Nothing should go on the top shelf.” She huffs as he pulls it down and presses it into her waiting hands. 

“Who are you playing with?” 

“Aeon and Swiss, do you want to come too?” 

Mountain shakes his head. He digs his fingers into her stomach just a little and then releases her. She turns in his grip, box held between them. “I don’t like monopoly. Too competitive. And Swiss always cheats.” 

She frowns. “He promised he wouldn’t–”

“He’s a liar.” He kisses her between the horns. “Will you come see me after?” 

She looks up at him. Violet blush darkening her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She smiles, slow and easy as she nods. “As soon as we’re done.” 

“That a promise?” Mountain teases. 

She licks her lips, nods again, short and curt this time. “Yes, sir.”

His cock kicks in his pants, drools pre into the dark gray fabric. Aurora grins at him, and then slips away, out of the door. Mountain sags back into the couch. He palms at himself–not enough to really get anywhere. Just a little pressure, a little relief as he thinks about her. About what he wants to do–no–what he’s going to do to her. She wants it too--he knows it.

The grinding is all well and good, but he wants to be inside. Wants to press deep and feel the way her body changes as he fucks into her. To reach places no one else ever has or ever will again. He closes his eyes, tips his head back against the back of the couch and tries not to blow it just over the thought of her. 

⛧ Mountain keeps himself as busy as he can stand. Takes a trip to the greenhouse and tries to think about deadheading flowers instead of pinning Aurora down on his bed and fucking her senseless. 

He works on dinner, and somehow doesn’t burn anything despite doing the entire thing on auto pilot–much to Dew’s disappointment. 

The fire ghoul kicks him out mid-way through with a frustrated grimace. 

“I’m trying to help, Dew,” Mountain says in protest as Dew bullies him from the kitchen. 

“Then help, by being literally anywhere else. I can smell how hard you are. Go jerk off or something.” 

Mountain retreats to his room. There’s a knock on the door three minutes later–not that he was counting. 

Aurora doesn’t wait to be let in, she’s pushing past him as soon as he opens the door. Shucking her shirt off and throwing it to the side before Mountain has even locked them in. And then she’s on him. Coming up on her toes as he bends to meet her. Lips sealing together as her clever fingers slid under his t-shirt and up to roll already pebbled nipples between deft fingers. He growls, hauls her close. Nearly off her feet in his attempt to pull her into his skin with him. Tongue delving deep into her mouth–less about pleasure and more about claiming. 

“Who won?” he asks as he pulls away long enough to pull of his shirt. She wiggles out of her leggings and underwear in one go and Mountain feels the last of his coherent brain cells die when she bends over to pull them off of her ankles. Exposing her soft pink cunt to his hungry gaze. She’s wet already, folds glistening as she shifts from one foot to the other. 

“Swiss,” Aurora says as she finally untangles herself. “He cheated.” 

“Told you.” 

Aurora is right up on him again, his back against the door. Her hand slipping down his pants to curl her fingers around his cock. He shoves at his waistband. Desperate to get them off so he can see. So he can watch the way her fingers don’t meet when she holds him. She stands on her toes and nips at his jaw. Stroking from root to tip as he finally frees himself. Fire licking up his spine as she tightens her grip to milk a pearl of pre from the tip. 

“‘Rora,” Mountain whispers, pressing his forehead to the top of her head, both of them looking down. Watching the way she strokes him. The head flushed and shiny. Her fingers looking so small–so impossibly dainty around him. “Wanna try something.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Let me fuck you.”  Not a question. A demand. A need. No room for argument in it. Aurora pulls her head back so they can really see each other, she tips her head, lip pinned by a razor sharp fang. 

“It’s too big. Won’t fit.” 

Mountain steps closer, she goes back. Doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t stop dragging her thumb over that spot under the head that makes him twitch. He crowds her back until she’s forced to sit on his bed. Forced to crane her neck to look up at him. He reaches down, strokes her hair out of her face, tucks one strand behind her ear. 

“I’ll make it fit.” 

He watches her throat work as she swallows. Watches the way her pupils go just that much wider. She’s moon-eyed and slack jawed as she looks up at him. Thighs clamped together, shifting just ever so slightly in search of friction. 

She nods. Eyes never leaving his. Cheeks dark, breath shallow. When he pushes her back to lay on the bed, she falls like a rag doll. Easy. Chest heaving as he climbs above her. Mouthing at her jaw, and lower. Over sharp collarbones, and rosey nipples. Pressing the flat of his tongue to each bud as he sucks them into his mouth. Assualting them with just enough teeth to make her gasp and arch up into him. 

He leaves a trail of open mouth kisses down her stomach, over her hip bones, down to her cunt. Pressing his lips over her clit. He drags his tongue through her folds. Gathering slick. Letting the taste of her white out every other thought. 

He presses one finger inside of her as he pulls back. Watching as her eyes flutter closed, one hand toying with one of her nipples, the other sunk deep into the mess of her own hair. She whines, hips rolling down to meet his hand as he presses as deep as he can. “Gonna make you take it,” Mountain says, bending down to suck her clit into his mouth as he gives her another finger. 

She nods dumbly, tucking her chin into her chest to watch him. Their eyes meeting over the soft plain of her body. “Yeah. Yeah. Make me take it. Ruin me.” 

His cock kicks and spits against the comforter as he fingers her. Adding a third. Unable to think about anything else except the musk of her on his tongue and the way these velvet walls will feel clamped around his cock. How it will feel when she cums on it. 

Mountain doesn’t have the patience to wait anymore. Not with the way she’s fluttering around his fingers. Not with how her clit pulses against his tongue.

He slips his fingers from her body, and allows himself a moment to admire her as he pulls away. To watch as she clenches around nothing. To see the way she drips onto the bed. 

He shuffles forward, tucks her legs around his hips. He drags the blunt head of his cock over her swollen clit and revels in the way she mewls beneath him. Hands twisting in the sheets, hips twitching closer. “Look at you,” he says. Dragging his cock through her folds, watches the way she opens for him. He lines himself up, just barely touching her. It would take nothing to split her open on it. He should go slow–should take his time.  

“C’mon,” she insists. “Put it in. Stop teasing and–”

Mountain surges forward. He bottoms out in one thrust. His hips flush with hers. She wails. Eyes rolling up in her head, body clamping down hard on him. Her heel digs into his ass, just above his tail. He grabs her as she arches, both big hands on her waist, thumbs almost touching just under her belly button. 

The next thrust makes her tear up. Wetness clinging to delicate lashes as she clamps her eyes closed and keens. Mountain gives up on slow and steady almost immediately. Leaning forward to bend her in half and pound in. Over and over again. Each slick slide a new revelation.  Each noise she makes dragging him closer and closer to the end. He sets his thumb to her clit. She opens her mouth and nothing comes out, just a ragged pleasured breath as she takes every inch he gives her. 

She cums with a cry. Clamping down so hard on him he’s almost forced out. Eyes rolling back, body going taught as her toes curl against his back and she pulses around him. He fucks her through it, keeps his thumb rolling over her clit until she bats his hand away. 

“So fucking tight, Rora. fucking perfect. All mine.” Moutain’s babbling now. White hot pleasure coiling deep in his gut. She’s boneless beneath him. Fucked dumb and breathless. She reaches up to press her hand over his heart, to drag her thumb over a nipple. Each thrust forcing the breath from her, along with little startled noises as he goes just a little harder, a little deeper. 

“Gonna–fuck–can I? Let me cum inside?” 

Aurora nods, lips parted, drool gathering at the corners. “Yeah. Yeah. Do it. Make it sloppy.” 

Mountain gets one more thrust in, shoving in as deep as he can before he starts to shoot, vision whiting as the hot clutch of her drags him under. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank youthankyou.” 

She reaches up, tangling fingers in the sweat damp hair at the base of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. Fangs nipping as his lip as she does. 

A sharp knock at the door pulls Mountain away from her with a start. 

“You’d better be done fucking now,” Dew’s voice carries through the door. “Dinner’s getting cold.” 

“Coming!” Aurora calls. 

“Yeah,” Dew mutters just loud enough for them to hear, sarcasm biting through his words. “I bet you are.” 

Mountain pulls out of Aurora with a hiss. He wants a few more minutes. Time to admire the way his cum drools out of her. Time to bury his face back between her legs and clean her up–to lick his mess out of her until she’s crying and shaking beneath him. 

Instead, he stands up and starts to get dressed. Heart still hammering in his chest, nerves still alight with pleasure. Aurora stretches, arms above her head, body on full display, until something in her spine pops and she sighs, satisfied. 

“After dinner, we go again,” she says, pushing herself out of bed to stand on wobbly legs. 

“Yeah?” Mountain asks, not daring to allow any real hope to filter into his voice, He doesn’t want her to feel obligated. Doesn’t want her to do too much because she wants to make him happy. He’ll be happy just eating her out. Letting her grind. Curling her into his arms and fucking her thighs. She grins, standing on her toes to pull him into a kiss that is more fang than tongue. “I told you to ruin me didn’t I?” 

[bloodfin]

mountain+aurora 36 if youre so inclined? 🥺

I am absolutely inclined I love them your honor

Mountain + (newly summoned) Aurora, #36: lifting the other one up

“Let me at him!” Aurora hisses, tail snapping, horns sparking bright and erratic. “He smirked at me. With his teeth. That’s a war crime!”

Swiss, halfway through a protein bar, raises his hands innocently. “I smiled! It was friendly!”

“It was condescending,” she snarls. “I felt it in my marrow.”

“Okay,” Mountain rumbles from the side, stepping in just as Aurora makes a very determined leap toward chaos. “Nope.”

Before she can land claws-first on Swiss’s chest, Mountain scoops her clean off the ground, hands under her arms, and lifts.

Aurora flails for all of two seconds. Then goes very still.

“…I’m in the air,” she breathes.

“Yes,” Mountain says.

“...Why?”

“Air jail.”

She blinks, glow flickering once like a misfired sparkler.

Then she grins.

“Oh,” she says softly. “I think I like air jail.”

Mountain arches a brow but doesn’t put her down. She isn’t fighting anymore - in fact, she’s gone pliant in his arms, eyes wide, pupils dilated just a little too much for normal lighting.

“You’re really strong,” she says, like it’s a confession. One hand comes to rest on his chest, curious. “And warm. And you smell like crushed leaves and cinnamon bread.”

“I - thanks?” Mountain says, suddenly unsure if this is a containment or flirtation situation.

Aurora tilts her head, inspecting him like she’s just discovered a new element. “You’re very tall.”

“You’re very bitey.”

She beams. “It’s my best quality.”

Mountain finally, finally lowers her - carefully, like she might explode on impact.

Aurora doesn’t. She lands light on her feet, glow still bright, but the tension’s drained from her shoulders. She brushes her hands down her thighs like she meant to be picked up and carried like an armful of laundry.

Swiss, now positioned safely on the far side of the common room table, holds up a juice box in offering. Apple. Organic.

Slightly crushed.

“For the beast,” he says solemnly. “To soothe her rage.”

Aurora narrows her eyes like she’s trying to determine if this is a trap. Then stalks forward, takes the juice box, and punctures the top with a dramatic stab of the straw without breaking eye contact.

Mountain groans quietly. “Don’t encourage her.”

Swiss shrugs, that slow smug grin spreading again. “She bit me once. I think it’s love.”

Aurora sips. Loudly.

Then, mouth still on the straw: “And I will bite you again.”

Swiss winks. “Looking forward to it.”

Mountain plants his face in one massive palm. “You’re both terrible.”

Aurora just leans into his side, tail snaking around his waist with surprising ease for someone so small. She keeps sipping, using him like a leaning post.

Swiss lifts another juice box out of his hoodie pocket. “Want one, big guy?”

“No,” Mountain sighs. “I want peace.”

“Nope,” Swiss says cheerfully. “You get snacks and flirting instead.”

Aurora finishes her juice, crunches the box in one hand, and smirks up at Mountain.

“…I think I’m gonna like it here.”