#and a fun ghoul one

[ducksoup17]

The only time I like modern aus is if it means Mike gets to listen to mcr because you KNOW that angsty little shit would LOVE them

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[gabitzart]

Some RHRN Copia moments for y'all

[crooked-hourglass]

Papa Emeritus III - Halloween 2024

Please do not edit or repost

{Halloween 2024 Art | Impera Pumpkin Ghouls}

{More Artwork | Socials and Prints}

[doesnotloveyou]

"You're S.P.E.C.I.A.L." || Fallout (2024)

[dykedvonte]

I know realistically fallout 4’s cast of companions would destroy a settlement if they were left alone there for too long together but I think it’s even funnier if they are aggressively playing nice because they are all connected 6 degrees from Kevin Bacon style through the Sole Survivor.

It’s like they are all collectively dating this one person who happened to just bag people from like every possible political opposite but ig they won’t try and shoot each other for the day cause it makes SS smile when they see them getting along or whatever.

[mimidiann]

what if hisoka had a twin

[kerosene-artist]

my sillies

[papasmistakeria]

My favourite part of the Na Na Na music video is Ghoul dual wielding Kobra's raygun cause Kobra canonically sucks ass at shooting

[galoogamelady]

sorry if this is unreadable

[haleswallows]

Mourning ‘til Dawn Fandom: DCxDP Teen (minor descriptions of injuries, vivisection, off-screen deaths) For the @dpxdcbigbang Inspired by a prompt by tourettesdog where Agent O is a GIW whistleblower.

Arc 3: Recovery now live!

Teaser:

“Hi, Diana,” comes his soft voice. A little smile slopes across Danny's face where he's floating on his back in the water, head cradled against Kaldur'ahm's shoulder. Diana feels her face crinkle as she smiles back.

“Having fun?” She squats down at the edge, dangling a hand into the water. Kaldur'ahm tucks Danny into his side. With powerful one-armed strokes, he brings them to where Diana's crouched from the middle of the pool. Danny kicks as well, not as coordinated but still smiling.

“Yeah, Wally came to kidnap me so I could get a change of scenery. The med team agreed a swim would be good exercise.” Danny explains, hooks his elbows over the edge to look up at her. He looks worn out but happy. Kaldur floats behind him, a supporting hand on his lower back.

“The others decided Danny's first visit to Titan Tower necessitated a pool party,” he adds, tone dry. Wally scuttles over on hands and knees. He's still in his full suit, but gloves, boots, and cowl removed.

With a hand cupped around his mouth, as if to angle a whisper to Wonder Woman, Wally loudly says “Kaldur was the most excited of us when I suggested it. He spent half an hour convincing Danny's doctor it was a good idea and even promised to always have at least one hand on Danny at all times in the water.”

The teasing earns him a small spout of water, aimed for his face with a flick of Kaldur'ahm's wrist.

Danny smiles at their antics, resting his head on the ledge, eyes half lidded. Shifting to sit criss-cross legged, Diana leans forward to rest her elbows on her knees. She pushes Danny's hair back, then rubs the space where neck meets shoulder. The material of his rashguard style top is slick beneath her hand.

“Where'd you get this?” she asks, plucking at the hem on his wrist.

“Robin and Kaldur designed it,” he says into his bicep. “Cyborg printed it on the fabricator.” Danny shoves his arms at her, showing off his signature Phantom colors. There’s a quiet self satisfaction to be back in his hero colors, clear in the way he holds his shoulders a little broader, a straightness in his posture. “Look, they even got my insignia. Sam designed it for me.”

He says her name without a hitch, or an immediate wince. “Robin and Kaldur did well, it's a good rendition of your suit.”

“The design was easy. Phantom's suit is very distinctive. It was a pleasure to make appropriate swim attire for Danny,” Kaldur'ahm adds.

“Help me convince him that the green needs to go though,” grumbles Robin, still partially behind her while he taps on his Batman branded tablet.

Danny chuffs at him. “Dude, my eyes literally glow green when I'm ghost. It ain't going anywhere.”

With an exaggerated gasp, Wally flops forward. Hands almost a blur, he rains pats down wherever he can reach Danny. Kaldur'ahm wedges himself between Wally and his target, wrestling him and pulling him towards the pool. Diana offers her hands to Danny, letting him use her as a support to keep himself from sinking into the pool without Aqualad’s support.

“Stop, stop, I’m still in my suit!” Wally shouts, jamming an elbow into Kaldur'ahm’s side. “Danny, Danny, save me! Don’t you want to show Wonder Woman the thing? You know, the thing thing? The cool thing?”

“The cool thing,” Danny snorts. Then shyly glances at Diana. “Yeah, uh. Kaldur?” He reaches a hand to his friend. Kaldur releases Wally and slings an arm around Danny to pull him from the edge. Danny does a rough backstroke. His coordination is still a bit off, but Diana is impressed how quickly his motor skills are returning. Once they’re about five feet from the edge, Danny floats loose limbed on his back. Kaldur cradles Danny’s head, helping him keep afloat.

They murmur to each other, Kaldur leaning in close until their foreheads nearly touch. Danny sticks his tongue out at something he says and Kaldur smirks back. Diana tilts her head while Wally vibrates in excitement by her side.

Then the temperature suddenly drops. Danny’s eyes flash green. A thin layer of frost stills the surface of the water around them, starting at Danny’s fingertips and radiating outward. Danny wrinkles his brow, eyes closing with the effort. He heaves in a deep breath. On the exhale, the ice breaks apart, cold puffing into the air, a swirl of snowflakes following it.

Diana raises her hands palm up, catching a few of the flurries. She smiles with wonder as the chill dissipates. “You have cryokinesis! Ice powers!” she exclaims, eyes following the remaining snowflakes. When she meets Danny’s eyes, he’s beaming. Oh Danny, her heart sings.

“Danny said when he’s full powered he can do all sorts of stuff with his ice! Like big spikes.” Wally surges to his feet, arms stretched over his head to mimic the shape. “And it won’t melt unless he wants it to, which is so cool? Even Captain Cold’s ice eventually melts.”

“You need to stop calling it cool,” Robin groans. “Even Nightwing has better ice puns.”

“Robin, Rob, my guy, my man, my angry little quasi-brother,” Wally starts, flashing to him and draping himself over Robin’s back. Robin folds forward with an oof, but doesn’t push him off. “I’m not making a pun. It is objectively a cool power. Why does Danny get so many powers?”

Danny splashes up the pool edge. When he reaches dripping arms over the edge, Diana slouches down to wrap him in a hug. “I’m getting you all wet,” he mumbles into her shoulder.

“It’ll dry.” And squeezes him. “Little warrior, you’re amazing. When J’onn returns from South America, would you like to show him?” He bobs a nod she does not see, but feels. Diana smiles into his hair, Wally’s excited rambling filling the spaces between Danny’s quiet pride.

[horrendousmustard]

Kaneki drawing page

[visionsynth]

for the art requests thing - i would looove to see your take on a phantom of the opera style papa V with a half face mask!

:-]

i am so bad at character design but ill take any excuse to combine my favourite things

[conjuring-ghouls]

Terzo funny moments (3/?)

So me and @sxnnelysister are back with more parts for the Terzo series we've been working on! As always, you can check her blog for the next part (and give her a follow if you haven't already! 🖤)

[coffeeghoulie]

Ghostober Day 11: Force Fem/Roleplay

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Dew/Rain

Dew picks up a pretty girl at a bar on tour.

Explicit, 2.6k. He/him and she/her used for Rain, and cock, dick, clit, pussy and ass used for his anatomy. Contains semi-public sex, mirror sex, rough oral, anal sex, degradation, taking pictures and talk of sending said pictures to other parties.

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

Rain's never been to this bar before. It's the same as every other bar he's ever been to on tour. The music plays way too loud, but it isn't enough to cover the chatter of the people around him in various stages of intoxication. He watches a bead of condensation trail down the side of his vodka cranberry; the bartender had put a straw in it for some reason.

He's alone at the bar, an empty stool next to him, strangers taking up the rest of them. The rest of the pack is here, though. Swiss is teaching Aurora and Aeon how to play pool as a front to be handsy with the new summons. Cirrus joins Mountain, Cumulus, and Dew, leaning over to whisper in the fire ghoul's ear as she slides into their booth, her drink in hand.

Dew startles, looking up and meeting Rain's eye. His eyes are their glamoured blue as they normally are, but Rain almost recoils at how he can visibly see his pupils dilating, even across the bar.

Cirrus flashes him a grin. Rain knows exactly what she's put him up to. She had pulled him aside that afternoon in the hotel under the guise of wanting to pamper him, and Rain would never say no to that.

Her one condition had been that he wasn't allowed to look in the mirror. Which was strange, but whatever. Rain's certainly done stranger.

Cirrus had washed his face for him, put on his lotion with a gentle hand. She'd held the point of his chin between two fingers as she'd put something smooth onto his lips, brushed something onto his lashes. She'd handed him a bundle of clothes when she was done, too.

The mesh long sleeved shirt and the cropped band tee came out of his luggage, but the skirt? Rain's no stranger to wearing skirts, but this one was dark and short, barely brushing his mid thighs. He's never seen it before in his life.

His phone had dinged then, a message in the group chat that the rest of the pack had left for the bar already. Cirrus cursed under her breath, fixing herself up and running her fingers through Rain's hair, letting it fall in blue-black waves around his face. "Come on, guppy, we gotta go." Rain had nodded and followed her out of the hotel as soon as he had his boots laced.

Rain startles out of the memory as someone brushes up against him.

"Hey, pretty girl. What are you doing here all alone?"

Rain turns to see Dew leaning against the bar next to him. He hops up onto the stool, resting his elbow on the bartop, a red flannel over a band t-shirt Rain's seen him wear a hundred times, black skinny jeans practically painted onto his legs. There's a wicked glint in his eyes, and Rain feels something hot shoot down his spine, settling between his legs. So this is the game Cirrus set him up for.

"Hi," he whispers, taking a sip of his drink. There's a smudge of something dark on the straw when he pulls back. "I'm waiting for my friends to get here."

"Aw," Dew- no, the stranger coos, tucking a dark wave of hair behind Rain's ear, revealing several silver earrings threaded through the shell of his ear, some with blue stones set in them. "They left you all alone, huh?"

"Yeah," Rain says, his other hand fidgeting with the hem of his skirt. He glances around the bar, pointedly avoiding looking at the other members of their pack. "They should be here soon."

"Until then, let me keep you company?"

Rain shies back in the stool, playing up his aloofness. "I mean, I don't know you," he says, trailing a glamoured finger around the rim of his glass.

Dew blinks. "Oh, my name's Dewdrop, but you can call me Dew. Forgive me, pearl. Rude of me not to introduce myself. Got distracted by a pretty girl."

Rain almost looks around the bar to see what the stranger means before remembering, a shot of shame going straight to his dick. His eyes go wide, realizing the tiny skirt isn't going to hide much. He crosses his legs in the vain hope of hiding. "My name's Rain," he breathes, lips almost tacky with what he knows now to be lipstick. "And thanks."

He ducks his head down to take another sip, pretending to shudder as he swallows the cheap vodka. His hair falls in a dark curtain over the side of his face.

Dew leans a little closer, something glinting in his eyes in the low light of the bar. "So, what do you say, gorgeous? Do you mind some company?"

Rain blinks, batting his eyelashes. They almost feel sticky. "I mean," he says, taking another sip of his vodka cranberry. "You're handsome, I don't see why not."

Dew grins, almost predatory, and Rain feels things starting to fall into place. His cock slowly starts to fill out under his skirt as Dew slings an arm around his shoulders. "Aw, thanks pretty girl."

He wonders what he looks like, what Dew's seeing. He's been dressed up for a couple hours and still hasn't seen his reflection, even as he's tempted to open the front facing camera on his phone. It would spoil the surprise, make this little game much less fun.

Rain doesn't get to see what Cirrus made him up like until Dew whispers in his ear if he wants to go somewhere a little quieter. He nods, finishing his drink and following Dew into the tiny bathroom at the back of the bar.

As soon as Dew flicks the lock, he's pinning Rain up against the door, stealing a filthy kiss. Rain melts into it, tasting whiskey and cranberry and something waxy as Dew shoves his tongue into Rain's mouth. When he pulls back, both of them panting, there's deep burgundy lipstick smeared across Dew's mouth. Rain gets dizzy just thinking about it smeared in other places.

"Fuck," he pants. Dew barely gives him a moment of reprieve before attacking his neck with nipping, sucking kisses.

"Fuck's right, pretty girl. There's so much I want to do with you, sweetheart, but we don't have much time," he says in between sucking hickeys into the column of his throat. Rain's head hits the back of the door with a thud, moaning sweetly as the stranger somehow finds the most sensitive spot under his ear.

He shoves a skinny, dark denim covered thigh between Rain's, making the short skirt ride up and Rain gasp at the rough friction against his cock. "No panties? Naughty girl," Dew laughs. He grinds his own bulge against the cut of Rain's hip, groaning in Rain's ear. "Oh, you want it so bad, don't you, Rainy? How 'bout you get on your knees and get me wet so I can fuck your pussy, sweetheart?" Dew growls, and Rain's knees visibly shake.

He nods, brushing his dark hair behind his ear, sinking to his knees at Dew's feet. "May I?" he asks, letting his voice shake as he hovers his fingers over Dew's belt buckle. Dew cards fingers though his hair, gathering a loose handful.

"Go ahead, pretty thing, we don't have a lot of time before someone comes knocking."

Rain licks his lips, tasting more of the waxy lipstick as he undoes Dew's belt and fly, fishing him out. His eyes flick from Dew's hungry eyes to the tip of his cock, foreskin already pulled back, head shiny and wet. Dew nods, and Rain's mouth waters.

The stranger's groan echoes through the dingy bathroom as Rain swallows down his cock, the bridge of his nose pressed to his stomach. It nudges at the back of Rain's throat, and he feels his eyes starting to water already.

Dew doesn't waste any time, drawing his hips back and starting to fuck Rain's mouth. He hollows his cheeks, moaning coquettishly as he laves his tongue along the underside. Each thrust draws a wet, gagging noise from his throat, smearing more lipstick along Dew's shaft and stomach. His zipper digs into Rain's chin, the bite of pain making his eyes roll back and tears streak down his cheeks.

Even glamoured like this, without the use of his gills, Rain's able to deepthroat Dew longer than any human would be. He still makes a show of it, coughing and spluttering as Dew uses him, like he really is some girl he picked up for a bathroom hookup. He loses himself to the game, letting a stranger use his throat like a whore as his knees start to ache. He hopes they bruise. The thought makes his dick kick hard.

Dew braces himself on the door above his kneeling form as he ruts into his mouth. "Such a fucking good girl, what a pretty slut," he rambles, and the words go straight to Rain's cock, where it's tenting his little skirt. He can't see it, but he'd bet if he could look down, there's a slick stain of precum where the fabric rests over the tip.

Rain gags hard, and Dew groans loudly. It echoes around the dingy bathroom as Dew's cock twitches where it's lodged in Rain's throat. In the back of his mind, Rain knows he's close and tries to suck harder, wanting to feel the stranger come undone down his throat.

As if he could read Rain's mind, Dew pulls out roughly, an obscene pop making Rain's head spin and his cock twitch. Dew reaches down, grabbing a handful of mesh and hauling Rain up to his feet. "I can't leave you hanging after you sucked my dick like a good little whore, sweetheart," Dew coos, taking Rain by the shoulders and dragging him over to the sink.

Rain gets a moment to see his reflection in the mirror above the sink before Dew shoves him unceremoniously over it, and his eyes go wide. His cock kicks hard, smearing more precum into the tiny little skirt Cirrus had put him into. With what little brainpower Rain has left as Dew flips the skirt up over the swell of his bare ass, he makes a mental note to get her flowers. Or about three dozen orgasms. One or the other.

He's a wreck. The cheap mascara on his lashes had run as he'd been facefucked, stinging in his watery blue eyes. His lipstick, deep maroon against his glamour's pale skin and flushed cheeks, is smeared equally across his mouth, Dew's own lips, and his cock. He looks like a cheap whore, bent over and ready to let a stranger fuck his ass- no.

Rain is ready to let a stranger fuck her pussy.

Dew grabs another handful of her hair, forcing her to stare at her disheveled expression. "Oh, pretty girl's cockdrunk and I haven't even touched her sweet little pussy," Dew laughs, eyes darkening as he ruts his cock between Rain's cheeks.

"Puh-leas," Rain moans as Dew smooshes her cheek up against the mirror.

He pulls back for just long enough to spit on her hole. "Please what, Rainy?"

"Fuck me," she whines, trying to meet his hungry gaze in the mirror.

He smears his spit into her hole with the head of his cock, pushing it past her tight rim. "Say it, sweetheart," he croons condescendingly. "What do you want a man you met half an hour ago to do to you?"

Rain moans, smearing her lipstick against the mirror as her cock kicks. "Fuck my pussy, please, Dew, fuck my pussy."

"Good girl," Dew groans, shoving inside of her. It's a tight stretch, and both of them moan. If anyone were waiting to use the bathroom, there's no hiding what they're doing in here. "I'd give you a kiss for being such an eager whore for me, but I can't exactly reach," he teases, setting a frantic pace after giving her a few moments to adjust. The hand in her hair pulls until she's staring herself in the eyes. "Give my good girl a kiss for me."

Rain moans as she leans in and kisses the mirror, leaving a smudge of deep maroon as Dew fucks her. The sink digs into her stomach, and her cock soaks through the fabric of her skirt as Dew's zipper bites into the flesh of her ass.

She's so out of it that the flash of light in Dew's free hand, his cruel chuckle as he shoves his phone back into his jean pockets. All Rain knows is the cold glass of her reflection, Dew's hand tight in her hair, and his cock ruining her pussy.

He leans in, rutting into her with a low growl. "Do you need a hand on your clit, baby girl, or do you think you can cum just with a cock in your cunt?" Dew snarls in her ear, out of breath already. He must have still been close after fucking her mouth.

She pants against the mirror, her breath fogging up the glass. "Touch me, please, Dew," she mewls, crying out as he hits her sweet spot with unerring accuracy. "Wanna be a good girl."

Rain sees the flash of teeth in the mirror, dangerously close to the shell of her ear. "Good girls don't fuck strangers in bar bathrooms, whore." Despite that, Rain cries out as spindly fingers wrap around her clit, jerking her off furiously.

"I'm going to cum inside of you, sweetheart," Dew groans, his thrusts losing rhythm as he speeds up, matching his hand on her.

Rain nods frantically, even as she hits her forehead on the mirror. She can see the glazed look in her own eyes. "Fuck, Dew, I'm gonna cum," she whines, a bit too loudly for Dew's taste, because he lets go of her hair to cover her mouth, smearing her lipstick even more.

"Do it, Rain," he growls, squeezing her clit harder, the tip drooling pre over his knuckles. "Cum for me, my sweet little whore."

Rain's helpless to obey, crying out into his palm as she spills, making a mess of him and her skirt. Dew's quick to follow, slumping over her and pressing his face to the nape of her neck as they both come down.

"Shit, Rain, baby, so good," he murmurs, easing out of his body. "You alright?"

He swallows hard, staring at the lipstick marks left on the mirror. Dew's cum slowly leaks out of his ass, a dark stain on the front of his skirt. "I'm great," he says, voice hoarse. "That was- that was great."

Dew smiles, tongue between his teeth as he turns on the tap, wetting some paper towel and beckoning him over. Rain obliges, and Dew carefully attempts to clean up his smudged, ruined makeup and the mess of cum they've left his lower half.

"I owe Cirrus big time," he laughs softly, smoothing out Rain's tangled hair. "Haven't cum that hard since we left home."

Rain nods in quiet agreement. "Can I- Can I borrow your flannel?"

Dew tosses the paper towel in the trash bin in the corner of the room before shedding his outer layer. "Course, froggy." He ties the flannel around Rain's waist, hiding the mess he left on the front of his skirt. While he's leaned in, Dew presses his lips to the shell of Rain's ear.

"If it's alright with you, pearl," he coos, sweet and saccharine and devastating, "I'd like to send that little mirror selfie I took to Aether. Show him just how much of a whore his sweet little angelfish becomes on the road without him."

Rain's cock gives a soft traitorous twitch, and he moans like, well. He moans like a whore.

[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?”