Thinking about other hermits and friends watching Gem peg Grian at the orgy.
Everyone saw them slip off together after dinner, no big surprise there. It's how these parties go — a big dinner, lots of alcohol, and then people splitting off in twos and threes to do what they must. The surprise is, when stopping by their bedroom for a quick gawk, they find Grian face down on the bed, gripping at the sheets, whining every time Gem fucks into him good and hard, her hips adorned in a black harness.
It would stop Jimmy in his tracks, because he's never seen Grian like this before. Vulnerable like this. They've fucked a few times before, on Twitchcon trips and skiing trips and Outreach trips. But Grian always tops, because he wants that control over Jimmy. Even when there's no penetration, Grian is always on top, bigging himself up with dirty talk. There's none of that bravado now, just Grian taking Gem's cock with ease and loving every moment of it.
Martyn notices the handprints. Stark and red against Grian's pale, pink skin. Finger marks on his hips and a palm shape right across the meat of his (very generous) ass. Blurred like he's been struck several times. Martyn wonders if Grian had asked for that, or if it was another thing he just took from Gem. He's pretty sure Grian would take anything Gem was giving out.
Cleo is the one who notices how much Gem is enjoying it. Her strap seems to have a dual end that fits inside her, rubbing up against her front wall right behind her clit, every time she slams into Grian. Maybe it even vibrates. And when she grabs his hips and grinds into him, it's not really for his pleasure, but it makes him moan anyway. Makes Gem grin, and grind harder, her own mouth falling slack with pleasure.
Pearl— Pearl is torn between watching the way Grian's thick ass and thighs ripple on each thrust, and the way Gem's tits bounce every time she shoves into him as hard as she can. Honestly, she had kind of wanted to see Grian fucking Gem, keeping her legs spread with strong arms as he fucked into her. His big cock and her tight, wet pussy. Yes, yes, very heteronormative, basic as fuck, but you can't blame a girl for knowing what she likes. This — watching Grian getting railed within an inch of his life by dinky petite Gem — is not exactly what Pearl had imagined. Somehow, it's even better. Somehow, it feels worth getting off to.
Tango is there to watch Gem. It's a little shameful, yeah, to lust after a girl woman who might as well be half his age. She's so headstrong and independant, and in a horrible way he wants to break all that down, and have her whining and writhing under him, begging for him. Someday. Maybe if he asked now, she'd let him join her and Grian. He'd slide in from behind her, bending her over Grian to fuck into her. And maybe he'd get to punish Grian a little bit too, all in the same thrust.
Scott watches Grian more than Gem, naturally. Likes watching the flex of his arms when he pushes himself up, the way his chest heaves outward with a deep breath, right before Gem's hand finds it's way to his hair just to push him down again. He wonders if Grian can even see any of them watching him, without his glasses, wonders if he's getting off on the mystery of it, not knowing who's really there.
Oli stands outside the door and listens to the sounds of it all. The wet sound of the strap sliding into Grian with force, that slap of skin when Gem's hips and thighs meet Grian's ass. The muffled moans that Grian buries in the comforter beneath him. Gem's little hums and sighs, and then gasps of ah, yes, ah when she gets close. The way Grian says please, Gem, and then groans bodily when she presumably touches his dick. He can hear that too, slick and soft like Grian's dripping before he's even come, leaking into Gem's giving hand.
Ren learns something new about himself, in the moment where Grian's back arches low as he whines, I'm gonna come, Gem, please— fuck. He watches Gem's hand on Grian's cock, jerking him as he starts to spill over her fist, as Grian moans through it, and Gem just keeps on stroking him. Milking him, even through oversensitivity, as his body trembles underneath her and Grian gasps, face turned against the sheets.
False's favorite part is when Gem shimmies out of the harness, tugging it down her legs, and they all get to see the part of the strap that was inside her, slick and shining with her own wetness, proof of how much she enjoyed fucking Grian. She rolls him over onto his back, and — though he looks utterly wrecked — he still nods eagerly, dragging her up to sit on his face, his arms wrapping around her, face pushing up against her pussy like he needs it more than air. Gem exhales a shaky moan, before relaxing, leaning back and bracing herself against Grian's thighs, rolling her hips against his face. And he just holds onto her and lets her use him until she comes.
And Joel just makes a mental note of the strap on the floor, to share the thought with Lizzie later.
ok hi saw you were accepting ask prompts and ever since that piercing talk about impulse i haven't been able to get this scenario out of my mind 🙏
basically, imagine impulse with his nipples pierced and a prince albert with a small chain conncing the three piercings that skizz can tug on while fucking him <3
anyways, hope you enjoy :)
@/god-has-left-chat
OKAY SOO
the gamers outreach event inspired something in me, okay? it isn't exactly what you asked for but HEY. its good, id like to think.
not quite a Drabble not quite a fic.
CW: nipple + dick piercings tugging, semi-public...sex? teasing?wtv, degrading (just a little), RPF OBVI (also Skizz's real name is used just once)
"You thought I wouldn't notice?" Skizz snickers, tugging on the little chain connecting three of Impulse's piercings. He said - he swore that he didn't have any piercings - not anymore. But Skizz knows differently. Especially when he caught the noise of slight jingling under Impulse's jersey when he dived in for a hug. Or when he caught the feeling of a beaded chain under said shirt, right under his hand.
"You just can't help but be a slut, can't you, Dop?" Skizz chuckles when Impulse whines softly and leans into the tug on his piercings. A beautiful golden chain connecting looped rings on his nipples as well as a similarly looped piercing that adorns his cock. Every pull Skizz does, every little bit of movement, makes Impulse squirm with need. Pre is drooling from his tip and coating the pretty jewellery until it looks polished.
"Just gonna take our jerseys off, god knows those are soaked after that!" Skizz had told their fellow Hermits after MCC, "especially Impulse's. Haha, darn sweat."
Now both men stood in front of one another, shirts off and pants uncomfortably tight. For Skizz, at least. For Impulse? His trousers are pooled around his ankles and his underwear is neatly tucked under his throbbing balls.
"I can tell you want me to touch you," an evil expression coats his face, "give you a prize for being the big winner today. But honestly? this is such more fun. Should get you a pretty, heavy medal to hang from your sensitive cock and nips. Fuck...when we're home you're in for something, whore."
"Andy...please." Impulse gasps when the Y-shaped chain is being tugged on. His nipples are throbbing deliciously and his cock hurts so good. "You--I'll do anything..." He's leaning against an unused desk that is being stored in the storage closet the two are uncomfortably stuffed into.
"Hm..." Skizz scratches his stubble, "as tantalising as that is...I think I want to see you squirm for the next seven hours..."
Grian should try get his whole fist in someone. He's got nice hands, they're not huge and he keeps his nails well trimmed and clean. He's not a very patient man but once he finds something or someone to focus on he can lock in. He would spend hours working his hand inside finger by finger. Slow and methodical about it. Get really lubed up to make it nice and easy. His partner's babbling and gasping is just sweet background noise. They'll reach down and grab his wrist and ask him to slow down as he works his thumb in, folded up against his palm, and he just says "nuh-uh. you can take it," and pushes harder. The noise they make when he finally gets the bulk of his knuckles inside after working at it for so long — he's gonna be savoring that for a while. It's still such a new sensation for them that he can't properly fuck his fist into them, just flexes at the wrist to move inside them, but it still makes them scream and wail and writhe on him, so full and completely at his mercy. And he gets hard about it too. Because he can feel them gripping and squeezing around his entire fist and he knows that when he finally gets his cock in, after the fisting, that they're gonna be so sloppy and wet and gapey that he'll just sink in like butter.
since we're talking so much about being perverts and whatnot anyway, my fav classic pervert move is forcing somebody to hand over their panties as punishment. ALWAYS good shit, goddamn
On this fine morning I am thinking about a transmasc and his lover with a small cock.
When he takes a man to bed for the first time, he assumes that he'll have to bottom. It's all he's seen. When he gets his lover out of their boxers, they're so hard, and still so small. He cannot help but salivate as he slides down his own boxers and spreads himself a bit. A surge of confidence spurs him to come closer, till they're nearly tip to tip.
His lover's eyes widen "Oh god, it's almost as big as mine already." But they don't seem embarrassed. Their eyes twinkle devilishly. "Are you going to put it in me?" His lover purrs.
They both twitch at the thought. But he's never imagined that. His confidence is a bit shaken.
"Well- it's not like it's that big. I mean it's not like, you know-" His lover's frown cuts off any disparaging remark or comparison to cis men by grabbing his hips tightly and pulling them down against his hole. Their grip is unshakable, kneading his ass and rutting against their cock.
"What's the point of growing that dick if you don't use it? Come on, big boy. Give it to me."
He should protest. They didn't give him time to. And the texture of their skin is intoxicating. He can feel where his dick slips into tightness and grunts like an animal. There will be bruises on both their hips in the morning.
I don't think of bdubs as a voyeur in the traditional sense with all the feelings attached to it as an act of perversion (although I could? haven't thought about it) but he loves these picture frames, little scenes and sightlines that give you a glimpse of a view, and I think that could extend to people in the mundane, non-sexual sense, and then further into a sexual context. he would be walking up to his house and see just a perfect frame of etho through the window, just the nack of his hair and lovely shoulders as he sits absentmindedly. or walking into the bedroom, finding himself a little breathless as the duvet drapes just so over etho's naked form, one long leg and hip all the way up to his torso. soft in what it shows and enticing in what it doesn't. if bdubs ever told etho he just wants to watch him, etho would slyly poke at bdubs' desire at seeing him jack off, but what bdubs wants more than that (he'll take it) is those moments frozen in time. frame-perfect shots, meticulously curated and lit to be faux-candid, faux-natural.
getting into the weeds with red life noncon is so much fun. so you want to write about red lives having the capacity to commit horrible acts of sexual violence that they normally would never do? in a world where this is understood as a possibility, there'd probably be some sort of stigma against red lives as a whole, like they're all monsters who can't be trusted. this red life paranoia and ostracization might reach its peak in last life, and as time goes on, people get a better understanding of what they're dealing with, though the divide never goes away.
but it brings up so many questions. are red lives all naturally predisposed to sexual violence, or does it take a certain kind of person to cross that line even under the red influence? how much blame do they deserve for their actions? would certain people intentionally take advantage of that perception to enact sexual violence, in hopes that the consequences will be minimal? there'd probably be some amount of victim blaming, once everyone comes to understand the risk—you should have known better than to linger around a red life too long, you must have done something to provoke them, you know what they're like.
is red life noncon a taboo subject, never really directly acknowledged? would anyone bother to set up preventative guidelines, or is it left as the inherent risk of participating? most likely, for the social dynamics to at all reflect that of canon, there would be a general unspoken agreement that heinous actions committed on red would be more or less overlooked. people may still hold grudges, yes, but there'd be a whole lot of apologism going on. at the same time, going down to red would get you held in contempt, treated like an animal, even if you've never even attempted to rape someone about it. how would it feel, being one of the reds who's never experienced an urge to sexually assault anyone, being told that this is what it is to be red, having that assumption weaponized against you? if you're red, you're untouchable. your default options as you understand them are to prey on greens and yellows, or find community with your own kind—which may include the kinds of reds that have no problem crossing that line.
you might start to wonder if it's all just an excuse. like a person who crosses boundaries when drunk, a red life that turns to sexual violence was probably something of a predator to begin with. but if everyone draws a line between regular players and vicious red lives and pretends it's the bloodlust that causes it, how much could someone get away with, playing nice before they get to red, reinforcing the stereotype as soon as they do? their actions would only worsen the general treatment of reds all while putting themself in a better position, since they're more likely to be capable of utilizing the social advantages of a red life that others would struggle to effectively wield. and they're just fine when they're green, so clearly they're proof of the validity of the divide. a self-fulfilling prophecy that allows flagrant abuse to occur unchecked and enables cruelty towards greens and reds alike, framed within the green/red divide but ultimately based on social power.
etho lives in a sort of mirror universe where being in love with your married male coworker is the purest and most normal thing in the world but even insinuating attraction to a pretty single woman is unspeakably shameful
hi your reblog is real as hell never apologise when it comes to joel humiliation
Been saving this one until I could actually put thoughts into words..
I think there's something so interesting about how Joel plays in this weird space where he plays up the "I'm so cool and better than everyone else and you are all stupid idiots and I'm not" as a joke, where the joke is that he actually thinks quite poorly of himself (similar to what Bdubs does, which is really fun to think about)
You can almost sort mcyt humilliating self depricating humor types in little sub categories: The "Over the Top Self Agrandizing" that Joel and Bdubs do, The "I'm A Punching Bag For My Friends" that Jimmy does, The "I'm A Fumbling Idiot I Don't Know How I've Got This Far Help Me" that Mumbo (and I would argue Xisuma too even tho it's been a hot second since I watched him consistently) does and so on. Of course these are all silly and I'm not trying to psycho-analyse my youtubers in any meaningful way, but still...
I think it's always so cute when people manage to poke at Joel in exactly the right tender spots for him to fumble and get all flustered and embarrassed under NO pressure, you can practically hear him get all squirmy as he talks.. some people are especially good at this (Lizzie, of course, and Gem, and some other hermits that he's not too close to, like xB and Cleo)
Anyway sorry about the ramble. What I'm trying to say is. Yes. We need more Joel humilliation kink stuff. He should be a flustered sweaty mess doing those pretty squeaks he does when he screams. I am willing to take on this burden- /silly
i know we talked about afkphilia or whatever but i think we can go further. we need to start sexualising lagging out, freezing in place, game crashes... glitches that cause you to go invisible or have a ghost image... glitches that trap you in place. the moments before crashing when you can still move but everyone else sees you as still and you cant interact with anything. lag so bad it feels like the world is a slideshow and you cant control your actions. And we need to sexualise boat desync. there has to be a way
im having a really bad day probably the only thing that would keep me from doing something really drastic is if etho and bdubs uploaded their sex tape. (looks around) (silence) (nothing happens) i SAID, the ONLY THING . that could save me. is if ETHO and BDUBS upload their SEX TAPE. (nothing happens) it doesn't have to have ethos face in it that's fine it can just be audio even that's fine i don't mind whatevers comfortable ! (nothing happens) i SAID
procrastinating by looking at the other wips for length comparison and honestly it's a real shame i've got very little drive to finish this one. because it was going somewhere
"I told you if you wanted me to do what you asked, I needed a little time alone!" Bdubs says. "You say, try this damn cage on, I promise it'll be worth it, but—"
It had been a trap and Bdubs knew it from the outset, because he'd been the one to awkwardly float the idea of a cock cage to Etho several months ago. Etho hadn't been opposed, but had a skittish air that suggested it was better to let him mull it over before pressing again, and Bdubs was classically vindicated a couple weeks later when Etho brought it up again on his own.
"If you try it first," Etho had said, with misleading awkwardness.
Bdubs crumbled instantly at that shy, uncertain tone, volunteering himself for Etho's experimentation gladly and instinctively, before his conscious mind could come up with any ulterior motives.
Now, after having had to banish Etho so he could do the incredibly unsexy work of putting on the ring and then fitting the thin cap of metal around his dick, he understood the trap he'd walked into better. At the time it had been a necessity, since removing Etho's hands from his body still left his cock interested in Etho's careful attention, making the actual precise steps of securing the damn contraption impossible. Sending him away had made the process possible, but as soon as he had overcome the bureaucratic obligation of trimmed hair and liberal but not over applied lube and careful, anti-sexual handling of his own body for sexual ends, focusing on all the non-erotic inertia of executing a particular task - then, alone and victorious, the pleasurable blanket of dread and wanting settled over him.
okay well apparently every time i say some shit like "im unmotivated to finish this" the act of reviewing a draft for an excerpt makes a liar out of me. still not at 2k on hypnosis but progress on this continues
"I've been thinking," Etho repeats, other hand trailing toward Bdubs' neck, fingertips splaying across his jaw, to the edge of his open mouth. "All day. About sucking you off. But you went through all this trouble for me..."
Etho's fingers slip inside his mouth as his other hand glides over the metal of the cage. Bdubs makes a strangled noise, and having no words in his brain settles for sucking Etho's fingers in; he's rewarded with a light, tantalizing pressure on the cage, a phantom sense that's better than distant memories of Etho's actual mouth.
"I don't know if you really want that, though."
Bdubs shifts forward to coax Etho's fingers further into his mouth, and moans when Etho obliges with more pressure. Ever contrarian, Etho takes that as a cue to draw away.
"Get real, you bastard—"
Etho gently tugs Bdubs' boxers over his hips and off his legs, drawing one broad palm from ankle to knee to hip. His thumb drags along the crease at the top of his thigh. "Okay, okay. You'll let me, right? I've been waiting all day..."
"Etho, I swear if you don't get on with it—"
The rest of Bdubs' threat is lost as Etho folds over to drag the flat of his tongue along each individual line of metal on the cage. He's lucky, really, that Bdubs loves him so much, all the effort Bdubs puts into not bucking all that metal right up into Etho's teeth, the way every tiny shift and whisper of breath short circuits his brain.
if we're an in rpf-y mood then i can tell u guys about the addendum to this post that i never ended up writing fully. which is where bdubs logs onto hermitcraft a few days after etho stays over and finds etho hanging out around his base and says without preamble you have a good trip back? etho would make some noises about hating flying and sitting next to a coughing baby on the plane and bdubs would listen and grin along with him and then he’d say you know what my wife said last night? etho would say what? bdubs says she said you were hot. and etho laughs the way he always does that makes bdubs think he’s blushing. and bdubs says no for real! she did! and etho says she was just trying to make you jealous, and that makes bdubs laugh and say nah. that wasn't it. and then bdubs says, more casually than etho expects, you know back before we got married sometimes we used to go to bars together and try and pick someone up. most of the time girls but sometimes... sometimes it was a guy. and etho's quiet for a long long moment before he says. yeah? and bdubs says yeah. we had to stop when we had the girls but i still think about it. i know nicole still thinks about it. and etho wouldn’t say anything. but he wouldn’t leave either. so bdubs would forge ahead. you know the girls are on sleepaway camp next month. and etho says uh huh. and bdubs says i guess what i’m saying is, offer’s open if you’re interested.
