#phantom x mountain

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

Mountain punishing Phantom by only fucking him with his drum sticks

Does it matter what the bug did?

Imagine phantom clenching around the sticks, they're barely even there compared to the deep satisfying length and girth of Mountains cock.

But do naughty, bratty ghouls who don't behave get daddy's cock?

No. They get sticks.

[tinyluvs]

somnophilia!mountain and voyeur!phantom who use each other to get off while, boldly, assuming the other has absolutely no idea about the fun they’re having :3

voyeur!phantom who peeps through the tiny crack in mountain’s bathroom doorway to watch the big ghoul jerking himself off in the shower, not having any clue that mountain is being louder just for him, putting on one hell of a show for the lil peeping tom at the door

somnophilia!mountain who tries so hard to be gentle as he slides his fat cock past phantom’s tight little rim while he sleeps but poor mountain is too busy trying to be slow to notice phantom is awake and getting off so fast just by listening to him panting and struggling

[pommepaloma]

If you’re still taking spicy art suggestions, Mountain/Phantom in any way please. 🙏🏻

This is also for @xxwhiskeyxx who asked for “Phantom being a shit and getting punished” lmao.

Bsky link to the uncensored art!

Ao3 link the uncensored art!

[plague-agent]

Kinktober fic 9: Primal/Predator & Prey

Pairing: Dom!Phantom/Sub!Mountain

Warnings: Light CNC (pre-discussed), safewords mentioned

A/N: Sometimes you set out to write smut and you end up writing horror with some smut at the end. Someday I'll revisit this concept because I could absolutely write something far better with it, but for now, enjoy Bug not being the one getting wrecked for once!

Phantom was fucking with him, he's sure of it.

No matter how far he runs, how fast his legs carry him through faded trails and over what must be miles of forest around the outskirts of the Ministry, he can still hear that fucking laughter emanating from within his mind itself.

He's much bigger than the quint, faster too - there should be no way Phantom is even close by now, not after the generous head start the little ghoul had insisted on giving him - "you'll need it," he'd claimed.

He'd been sure the taunt had been an empty threat at the time, but now, stumbling into a clearing he's sure he's already seen before, feeling both more alone than he's ever felt and yet excruciatingly trapped, Mountain realizes Phantom had been right.

"Throwing in the towel already?" The words echo seemingly from everywhere and nowhere at once as the drummer fruitlessly searches the treeline for the source of the voice. "I'd hoped you'd last a little longer than that - such a big, strong ghoul, and you didn't even make it ten minutes!"

That can't be right, Mountain balks. I must've been running for hours - it can't have only been ten minutes!

"It feels a lot longer when you're fleeing like a helpless deer from the maw of a wolf, huh? But I'm telling the truth - not that you'd really know the difference even if I wasn't," the voice laughs, cruel and condescending, and fuck, he thinks, did I say that out loud?

"What, you think your thoughts are safe from me? That's adorable," the voice - he - teases. "No, Mountain, I thought I'd already made it clear that nowhere is safe. Wherever you go, I'm following right behind. There's nowhere you can run that I can't track you down - even in this wide-open forest, anywhere you flee, you're surrounded."

The world seems to grow hazy around him, a dense fog rolling in, and he can't quite tell if it only exists within his vision or if the violet mist truly is swallowing the trees around him, drawing ever closer.

He needs to run.

That horrible laughter still ringing in his head, Mountain turns from the fog and flees, as fast as his trembling legs will carry him, acting purely on instinct as he leaps over rocks and logs and streams until he's-

Back in the clearing.

He turns the other way, zigzagging between trees and cutting through unfamiliar paths-

Until he's back in the clearing.

He looks up, the moon as clear and as directly overhead as it had been at the start of his mad dash, offering no clue of directions or time or anything that could help him.

He looks back down, surveying the clearing, until he sees it - a path that hadn't been there before, he's sure, but that something within him tells him must lead back to the Ministry. Without a second thought, he's off, the pattering of his feet on the gravel path beneath and the huffs of his breath the only sounds he can hear in the absence of that accursed laughter.

I'm almost there, he's certain, just a little further. The burn in his legs will be worth it, the way his lungs barely keep up with his frantic breaths, the sheer terror every time that fucking laughter invades his consciousness, it'll all be worth it when he's back at-

He's back at the clearing.

"You thought it would be that easy, huh?"

This time the voice isn't directionless, Mountain jolting to the left to scan the trees where it seemed to originate, finding nothing but trees.

"I told you there was no escape," to his right this time. Again, only trees.

"I'm right here," whispered from directly behind him. He freezes like a deer in headlights, feeling his tail stiffen, goosebumps rising across his skin at the sensation of breath upon his neck.

"What, not even gonna turn and greet me? How rude," the voice laughs. "C'mon, do it. Turn around."

That's a good idea, his mind supplies. You should turn around.

Suddenly, he's sickeningly aware of where that path came from.

Helpless to resist, he turns around.

Nothing.

He breathes a sigh of relief - well, half a sigh, before a clawed hand wrapping around the back of his neck morphs it into a choked gasp.

"Found you."

Whether through the same force that had compelled him to chase illusions for minutes or hours before or simply from the sheer panic that grips every atom of his being, Mountain feels his limbs give out beneath him, finding himself face-first against the grass below.

"You put up quite a chase, I'll give you that," he hears the telltale sound of a fly unzipping, feeling his legs straddle Mountain's thighs. "Wasn't that just so much fun?"

Mountain is quite sure he couldn't answer if he wanted to.

"And the best part, fawn, is that the fun's only just gotten started." He pats the earth ghoul's ass patronizingly before placing a hand to the seat of his pants. "Hope you weren't particularly attached to these," he hums, before piercing his claw just deep enough to tear a line through both the denim and the boxers beneath from the peak of his ass to just below his hole.

Despite the slight discomfort it wrought during his attempts at escape - in the grand scheme of things, the discomfort had barely been noticeable at all - Mountain is suddenly deeply grateful for his own foresight as Phantom's claw teases the base of the plug resting inside him; with how hard he's suddenly aware he is, a fact he'll happily attribute to the quintessence flowing through his veins any day of the week, he's not sure he would have lasted long enough for Phantom to prep him.

"Aww, you get yourself ready just for me, doe?" He coos. "How sweet - I love when my prey delivers itself on a silver platter."

In one cruelly swift movement, the plug is tossed aside, Mountain barely keening at the feeling of emptiness and excess lube dripping down his ass before the feeling of something invisible wrapping itself around his throat has him silenced.

"Nuh-uh, if you like breathing, I would suggest keeping your complaints to yourself," the quint teases.

Thankfully, in what constitutes Phantom's own impatience as much as it does his first act of mercy for the earth ghoul all night, he's lining himself up with the drummer's hole.

"Hopefully you'll last longer now than you did during our little chase," he taunts, shoving himself in with one harsh thrust that has Mountain choking out a gasp.

"Fuck, you're so tight," the smaller groans, rocking his hips as Mountain adjusts to the intrusion with a pained whimper.

Far before the drummer is ready, Phantom draws back out until only the tip is inside.

"Wait, hang on, I'm not- hgk," his frantic pleas are halted as the force around his neck constricts, his cock throbbing at the inescapable choke.

"I thought I told you to shut the fuck up," Phantom growls.

Mountain opens his mouth to retort - nothing comes out. Even as the grip on his throat is released, his vocal chords simply refuse to obey his input.

"Tap the ground twice to stop, remember?" Phantom's voice rings clearly in his mind. The earth ghoul nods.

"Much better - I like you a lot more like this, y'know? Just lying there, taking it quietly like a good little piece of prey," he smirks, thrusting himself back in and giggling as the man below opens his mouth in a silent scream, repeating the motion with a laugh as he sets a punishing pace.

It isn't long before Phantom feels himself approaching the edge, the telltale clenching around his shaft signaling Mountain's similar state. With a final shove perfectly targeted against that spot inside him and a cruel jolt of quintessence convincing every fiber of the ghoul's body that every sensation it's experiencing is amplified tenfold, the earth ghoul comes with a noiseless wail, the accompanying squeeze of his hole sending Phantom following after.

Slipping out with a sigh, Phantom clumsily climbs off from where he'd been straddling Mountain, lying down at his side and gently turning the larger ghoul to face him

"How're you feeling?" The quint asks.

Mountain opens his mouth before closing it abruptly with a pout.

"Oh, shit, my bad," Phantom laughs, releasing his quintessence's lingering control over him.

"Thanks," Mountain laughs hoarsely. "And I'm feeling great, could go for a nap though. But I gotta know - when did you get so scary?"

"What makes you think I haven't always been like this?" He smirks, allowing the ambient quintessence in his body to color his eyes a threatening violet.

"Ugh, stop it, you're creeping me out," he laughs, Phantom joining in.

"We really gotta get back inside though, the real creepy thing is the chance one of the other ghouls find us out here," the quint giggles.

"Yeah, you're right - you're leading the way, though," Mountain glares, unable to suppress the smile still lingering on his face.

"What, you're still hung up about that? Not my fault you're so susceptible to-"

"To literal mind control?"

"Touche."

"Indeed. Now let's get inside, you creep," he teases.

"As you wish, fawn."

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[workwithmeman]

Pairing - Mountain x Phantom, 1.4k words, mature/explicit

Tags: body worship, phantummy, phantom being a little shit, mountain being desperate, mountain finishing in like 9 seconds oops, first time writing smut sorry, not beta read

Mountain was going to lose his fucking mind.

He knew Phantom had always been pretty - from the moment he had tumbled out of the summoning circle, he was all pouty lips, angled face, and doe eyes. A little gangly and underfed, sure, but nothing that a little love and home cooked meals couldn’t fix. And he was sweet - Lord Below was he sweet. An adorable nativity paired with a penchant to please that drove Mountain insane with a need to fawn, dote on, and love the little ghoul. 

But now that they had gotten back from tour, things had only gotten worse for Mountain. Without the constant exercise of tour and the increase in lovingly prepared rich comfort foods of winter, Phantom had started to grow a little soft around the edges. What once was all prominent bones and sharp edges became gently curvy and cherubic, with softer thighs and arms and an ass that Mountain would love to bury his face in. 

But the kicker, the absolute killing blow to Mountain’s sanity, was Phantom’s fucking tummy. As he had softened, a little bit of that fat had migrated to his chest and stomach, creating the most adorable little pooch that Mountain wanted to kiss, lick, suck - anything that Phantom would allow him to. 

Sweet Satan, he was screwed. 

—-

Mountain’s day started like normal, with him gently untangling himself from Phantom’s death grip on his body and shuffling to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. In the kitchen he found Dewdrop, holding a scalding cup of coffee and heating up the water for Mountain. He offered Mountain a sleepy smile.

“Hey big guy. Sleep alright?”

Mountain grunted in response, holding his cup out to Dew wordlessly.

“Understood,” Dew chuckled, pouring hot water in to Mountain’s teacup. “Phantom keep you up last night?”

“You could say that. Little bug is driving me crazy.” Mountain gently blew on his tea.

“Oh? What did he do now?” Dew leaned back against the counter, sipping his coffee. “More video games? Another documentary?”

“Satan, I wish. It’s just fucking him, Dew, I’m losing my mind. I just want to hold him and never let go.”

Dew laughed again. “Wow Mount, never thought I’d see the day someone made an honest woman out of you. It’s a good look.”

“Who’s making an honest woman out of Mountain?” Phantom’s sleepy voice called from down the hall. “I want to help.”

As Phantom appeared in the doorway, Mountain’s mouth went completely dry. In his bat boxer briefs and bat wing hoodie, Phantom looked good enough to eat. Mountain wanted to mark him, claim him, fuck him, break him, and then put him back together again. He wanted to grab him and steal him back to their room and spend hours eating the poor boy out until he cried. Fuck. Mountain needed to get his shit together. 

“Oh, um, hi bug. H-how did you sleep?” Mountain stammered. Phantom chuckled and walked over to him, tucking himself against Mountain’s chest and kicking up a gentle purr. 

“Like a rock. Your cuddles and your tea always make me go out like a light.” Phantom nuzzled against Mountain’s neck before pulling away to the cabinet where the tea was kept. 

As he stood on his tiptoes to reach his favorite box of tea, his hoodie rode up a little, revealing a sliver of dark purple belly, just sticking out a bit over his boxers. Mountain looked up from his sip of tea, only to spit it out all over Dew, coughing heavily.

“What the fuck, Mount, are you trying to infect me with your earth ghoul cooties? Fuck off with that shit,” Dew yelped. He looked down at himself, now covered with a healthy spray of earl grey. “Ah, shit. Now I have to change my fucking shirt.”

Dew walked out of the kitchen past a sheepish Mountain and a bewildered Phantom, yanking off his shirt as he went. 

“You alright there, Mounty? Everything OK?” Phantoms big purple eyes stared up at him, taking his breath away.

Mountain flushed up to his horns. “U-uh yeah, bug. Just choked a little bit. Sorry if I scared you.” Phantom rolled his eyes.

“Just glad you’re not dying, you big dummy. I love you too much to watch you choke to death on leaf water.”

Mountain smiled, tugging Phantom back into his chest. “I love you too, bug. I love you too.”

——

As their day progressed, Mountain slowly became more sure that Phantom was intentionally trying to drive him insane. The way he’d slowly bend over a laundry basket in front of Mountain and turn around and smile teasingly, the way he’d lift his sweater up over his head and make sure his t-shirt was stuck to it, the way he’d brush up against Mountain when they were working side by side. Mountain was ready to grab the little quint by the scruff of his neck and drag him back to their room to not be seen for at least a few days.

It all came to a head at movie night. The ghouls were all gathered in the common room watching some movie Dew and Aether liked, something with bombs and explosions and good special effects. Something Mountain could ignore for something sweeter. Namely, his lapful of quintessence ghoul.

Phantom was lounging against the earth ghoul’s torso, sitting between his legs. Every few minutes he’d shift ever so slightly, pressing back directly into Mountain’s dick. He stretched backwards, bringing his arms around Mountain’s shoulders and allowing his shirt to ride up as he nuzzled into Mountain’s neck.

Come on Mounty, hold me. I’m so cold. 

Mountain could hear Phantom’s voice echoing around his brain.

I know you’ve been staring. Come on, wrap those big arms around me. I can feel you, I can feel you’re hard. I know you want me, Mounty.

Mountain growled slightly into Phantom’s neck.

Don’t start something you can’t finish, little bug. I hope you know what you’re doing.

Phantom only chirped and ground harder back into the earth ghoul. He brought his mouth right up to Mountain’s ear.

“Please, Mounty. Take me back to our room, come on.”

Mountain growled, picking Phantom up and throwing him over his shoulder as Phantom squealed happily. As they walked out of the common room, a there were a few chuckles and groans from various members of the pack, but they mostly ignored the scene happening in front of them. 

Once they reached their shared room, Mountain tossed Phantom into the nest, yanking his shirt over his head. 

“You fucking tease. Whatever am I to do with you?” He crawled forwards, caging Phantom in on all sides. “Hope you don’t like this shirt too much, bug. You’re not getting it back.” 

In one swift motion, Mountain slashed the center of Phantom’s shirt open, revealing his delicate, plush purple skin. Mountain immediately latched onto Phantom’s neck, kissing, sucking and licking his way down the quint’s body until he reached his tummy. 

“Fucking harassing me all day, showing this cute little tummy off when you know I can’t handle it. Fucking drives me insane, bug, madness how gorgeous you are. Could stare for hours and never have enough.”

Phantom whined, squirming against the sheets. “Then why don’t yo-hah-do something more than just stare? Please Mounty, I need it. Touch me, please.”

“Oh princess, you’ve had more than enough touches for today. You always get what you want, hmm? It’s time for me to get something back.”

Mountain straddled Phantom’s calf, slowly starting to grind as he shoved his face back into his soft purple tummy.

“Fuck, bug, you’re perfect. Love how soft you are, how soft you’ve gotten. Love that you’re so strong now, so pretty. Such a pretty ghoul.” Mountain gasped, staring to hump Phantom’s leg more aggressively. He brought a hand down to Phantom’s straining cock, slowly beginning to jerk it. 

“You drive me crazy, baby, your cute little ass and your fucking thighs, love, wanna cover em with my marks. Wanna make sure everyone knows you’re mine. Wanna - ah! Wanna mate you, mark you, show everyone how much I fucking love you, need you, want you, ah-!”

Mountain finishes with a cry, spilling all over Phantom’s leg. Phantom follows shortly after, enamored with the scene of the earth ghoul falling apart. They lay together, panting, for a minute until Mountain crawls up Phantom’s body to kiss him. A comfortable silence falls over the pair.

“H-hey Mounty? Did you mean what you said? Do you want to be my mate?” Phantom asked nervously, tilting his chin up to look in to the earth ghouls eyes.

“With my whole heart, body, and soul, bug. If you want, whenever you want, wherever you want, I’m yours.”

[waywardsamaritan]

Can i please get a number 9 with Mountain & Aeon for the ask game?

& Oh! just a quick, 100% totally & entierly unrelated question while i am here in your ask box? Would you agree that Mountain secretly has a little bit of a thing for when his packmates struggle to sit on his massive co[LARGE TRUCK DRIVES BY]

YOU’RE LITERALLY SO RIGHT. he’s all sweet and encouraging and patient but he loves watching them struggle to take it.

WITH THAT SAID. prompt 9- “you can take more than that”

⛧

This has got to be one of Mountain’s favorite things.

Aeon’s brow is furrowed in concentration, mouth agape. Soft, breathy whispers of shit, Mountain, and fuck falling from his lips. He stills for a moment, groans, throws his head back. His chest is heaving.

Mountain is barely halfway inside him.

“I thought you said you wanted to ride me?” Mountain asks with a wry smile.

Aeon nods apologetically, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “I know, I know, but- ahh, fuck-“

“But what?” Mountain knows the answer, but he’ll never, ever get tired of hearing it.

“‘s so big,” Aeon mumbles. He gazes up at the ceiling, embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

“I know,” Mountain coos sympathetically. He reaches up to cradle Aeon’s head, combing his fingers through his hair. “And you’re being so good for me…”

Aeon sighs, leans into it. His shoulders sag, eyelids flutter closed. Mountain doesn’t think he’ll ever get over how beautifully Aeon responds to praise. Mountain leans in, brushing his lips against the sensitive spot behind Aeon’s ear.

“…but you can take more than that.”

Aeon whimpers oh-so-softly as he slides down an inch or so.

“M-Mount, I need-“

“Shh, baby. I know what you need.” Mountain’s voice is rougher now, gravelly against the sweaty skin of Aeon’s neck. Mountain rubs his thumb over the head of Aeon’s cock, earning him a breathy gasp.

“Relax,” he murmurs, starting to jerk Aeon in earnest. “Start bouncing a little for me.” Aeon moans raggedly but does as he’s told, working over the fraction of Mountain’s length he’s managed to take so far.

“Good, that’s good, baby,” Mountain reassures him. Aeon’s eyes are still closed, scrunched shut with the overwhelm. It’s probably a good thing. It means he can’t see Mountain clenching his jaw with the effort of not flipping Aeon over and sliding home in one thrust. It would be so easy.

“That’s it,” he groans as he feels more of himself slipping inside Aeon’s tight warmth. “Just take it bit by bit.” As if Aeon has any other option.

“Mountain, oh fuck, wait, wait,” Aeon groans, hips stuttering as he bucks into Mountain’s hand.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cum?”

Aeon nods pitifully, and Mountain’s hand slows to a standstill. Aeon reaches beneath him to feel where he and Mountain are connected and whines in despair when he finds he hasn’t quite bottomed out yet.

“Mount, please,” he sighs, with an expression far too weary for how early it is in the night. “Can you just-“ he flounders for a moment- “pull me down, or something?” A smile cracks Mountain’s face.

“You can do it, sweetheart,” he offers. Aeon closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. He starts moving again, his breath coming in stilted little huffs.

“Sh-shit, Mountain, fuck,” he whines. Mountain’s grip on his hips tightens. He doesn’t pull him down, even though they both need it.

“Doin’ good, baby, you’re almost there.”

Aeon whimpers, bounces with a bit more force. Mountain wraps his hand around Aeon’s cock again, and he jolts with it, a garbled moan spilling from his lips.

Aeon finally bottoms out, and it’s like an orgasm in its own right. Mountain groans loudly, pinches his tongue in between his molars to stave off the real thing.

“Fuck, look at you, taking all of me.” Mountain pulls Aeon closer, mouthing over his clavicle, his chest, anywhere he can reach.

“I swear I’m gonna cum if you keep talking like that,” Aeon says behind gritted teeth. Mountain laughs.

“I’m counting on it.”

[gottagho-st]

hiya darlings, next on the list of Phantom x The Pack being loving;

Mountain x Phantom

Phountain if you will 😌

i have lots of feelings about these guys thanks to my sweet @sexy-sea-basss who asked for these cuties to be next 🫶🫶🫶

enjoy!

who do yall wanna see being cute and in love next? lemme know cause i cannot decide lol

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Phantom hiding in the closet watching (at least) two of the other ghouls ✨getting it on✨aaand he accidentally comes loudly and before the other ghouls do, at which point they discover him and make him pay for his sins (making him come again and again until he is literally begging them not to make him come again)😈

Please🙂

Excuses, Excuses

Pairings: Phantom X Dewdrop X Mountain Type: Smut Summary: Phantom didn’t mean to watch, but of course he can’t get away with it. Warnings: Voyeur!Phantom, getting caught, anal sex Word Count: 1,163 Notes: Read here on ao3. Read part 2 here!

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He didn’t mean to be here. He was just rifling through Mountain’s closet, hoping to find a nice and cozy sweater for his evening walk with Swiss.

It isn’t his fault that Mountain’s sweaters are the coziest, and that another ghoul’s scent on him will drive Swiss wild. And it isn’t fault that he shut the closet door when he heard the handle start to twist open. And it isn’t his fault that he started clubbing up in his jeans when he could hear Dewdrop’s pretty moans. And you can’t blame him for the hand wandering to undo his pants. The pressure was just too much.

He heard the rustling of fabric, and an “oof” when Dewdrop was presumably thrown on the bed.

“Oh fuck,” Dew moaned, and Phantom was sure that Mountain was starting his prep.

Phantom had to shove one fist in his mouth as the other wrapped around his cock. Everyone knew he was one of the noisier ghouls in bed.

He heard Mountain gasp, and he just had to crack the door. From his spot, he could see Dewdrop’s ass as he sunk down onto Mountain’s cock, and Phantom could not stop the moan that spilled from his lips.

He watched as a grin appeared on Mountain’s face, and he thought that maybe it was in response to Dewdrop’s face. He thought he’d gotten away with it. Until Mountain made direct eye contact with him.

Dewdrop turned around. “Seems like we have a watcher,” he grins a smile full of fang.

Phantom is mortified as he tucks himself back into his pants. He walks out of the closet, head hung in embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, I was just getting a sw-“

“Excuses, excuses,” Dewdrop dismisses, completely nonchalant as if he isn’t impaled on Mountain’s cock. Phantom doesn’t make an effort to look at either of the ghouls. He stands awkwardly, waiting to see if his body will catch up with his brain’s decision to flee. But he’s still hard, and the way Dewdrop slowly grinds against Mountain and the way he sounds is really appealing. “Well?”

Phantom’s head pops up. “…well?”

“Either get your dick out or leave.”

“Oh…”

Dewdrop huffs and Mountain chuckles, running a large hand down Dewdrop’s back when he stops moving and tugging at his tail.

“Better hurry up, Bug. We can still kick you out,” Mountain says, and Phantom realizes he’s still standing in the middle of the room, dressed, and uncomfortably hard.

“Strip,” Dew growls, giving him an annoyed look.

Phantom, with shaky hands, begins to peel off his clothes. His shirt comes first, and with the added anxiety, struggles to get it around his horns. His pants come off next. He begins to remove his boxers, but Mountain clears his throat.

“Keep those on, and lay next to me.”

Phantom nods and lays next to the earth ghoul. Both of them can smell his anxiety and arousal. He shifts in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but stops when Dewdrop starts riding Mountain in earnest.

“I’ve been waiting to get in your bed all day” he huffs out, “and this little voyeur has to go and ruin it.”

Mountain groans. “He can’t help it. He’s just a needy little thing.”

“He’s a fucking pain in my ass is what he is.”

“No, that would be me,” Mountain grins, and Dew has to pause to laugh. A curtain of hair covers his face and he looks down at Mountain. Phantom’s view is obscured, but he knows just how pretty Dew looks when he laughs like that.

“Did you really just-?”

“Yes, yes I did,” Mountain laughs.

“Lucifer, Mount, I can’t believe you.”

Mountain hums and smiles back up at him and rubs his hands up and down Dew’s arms.

Phantom involuntarily whines, and Dew’s face shifts to a scowl. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, slightly panicked.

Dewdrop ignores him, and starts bouncing on Mountain once more. “He can’t even shut up,” he grumbles, moaning whorishly as he shifts to have Mountain pressed right up against his prostate.

“He’s just a whiny puppy. Poor thing probably can’t help it.”

Phantom looks between them with wide eyes. They’re talking about him as if he isn’t even in the room. He doesn’t know whether he finds it insulting or hot, but his hand drifts down to palm himself in his boxers, and without looking, Mountain captures both of his hands in one of his own.

He whines again, and this time, Mountain shoots him a glare. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, eyebrows pinched together. “You wanted to watch, you get to watch, and that is it. Do you understand me?”

Phantom gulps, but nods.

“Words, puppy,” Dewdrop says, not pausing his movements.

“I understand.”

“Good boy,” Mountain praises, but doesn’t remove his hand.

Dewdrop brings his own hand to wrap around his cock, jerking himself in time with his bouncing. “Fuck, Mountain,” he groans, using one hand to brace himself against Mountain’s thigh as he tosses his head back.

“Gonna cum, Firefly?” Mountain asks, using his free hand to pinch at Dew’s nipples, eliciting a whine from the little ghoul.

He nods and his hips get sloppy. His hand starts to move faster, and white ropes shoot onto Mountain’s chest. Mountain shifts his so that he’s laying against Mountain’s chest, directly in his own mess, and Mountain begins to pound into him.

Phantom watches as Mountain’s thick cock stretches Dew’s hole, and he shifts, trying to get out of Mountain’s grasp, hoping to get some friction on his cock.

“Can I cum in you?” He whispers to Dewdrop, eyes slipping shut as waves of pleasure ride through him.

“Fuck, yes, please.”

Dewdrop moans and bites onto Mountain’s collar as hot cum floods his hole. Phantom can see the way Dewdrop is dripping onto the sheets –  a mixture of cum, slick, and lube.

Mountain lets go of his wrists, and he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t touch himself, not wanting to deal with anymore punishment, but he watches as the other two catch their breath. Mountain peppers kisses to the top of Dewdrop’s head, to the base of his horns, and he whispers praises to the little ghoul.

He pulls out of Dewdrop, and there’s a high-pitched, upset whine from Dewdrop.

“I know, sweetheart. I just don’t want you falling asleep while I’m still inside you. We both know that’s uncomfortable.”

Dewdrop chuffs, but keeps himself pressed against Mountain, despite the mess, and Phantom can see how his breathing shifts once he falls asleep.

Mountain says nothing, and pulls out his phone.

“What…happens now?” Phantom asks, voice quiet, careful not to wake the sleeping fire ghoul.

“I’m letting Swiss know that your walk is postponed,” he mumbles.

“Oh,” is the only response he can conjure, knowing that he’s about to receive some form of punishment.

Mountain grins and turns his head to look at the quintessence ghoul. “And that he is welcome to join.”