A writer sometimes, an artist also sometimes but less frequently. I don't know how to draw porn but damn will I try.
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why is she crying into the pillow instead of humping it. is she stupid. well it's ok gem's here to arrange her limbs 4 her into the correct position and then move them 4 her too so that pearl can get off. she's nice like that ^^
cute: gem telling pearl to do impossible tasks and every time it fails she starts talking a little more condescendingly "so that maybe this time it'll understand" until she's straight up just doing babytalk and pearl's head is spinning and maybe if it's too dumb to understand even this it really DOES need gem to tell it what to do and then help it do it
oh but i changed my mind hold on. it should be slower than that. gem coming over all concerned that pearl can't take care of herself, cuz she noticed one little slip up, and pearl's telling her that it's fine, that it was just one tiny thing and it's perfectly competent and able to take care of itself, so gem says "so it won't be a problem if i start taking over the things you mess up with? because you won't mess up?" and pearl says yes. and then over the course of a couple months gem starts taking over its life. like pearl accidentally spills some of its breakfast while eating it so from then on gem has to spoon feed it every meal. pearl misses its bedtime so gem has to come put it to bed every night. pearl forgets its socks one day so gem has to choose all its outfits. and eventually gem is in control of every aspect of pearl's life and she's like. i KNEW you needed someone to take care of you :( you're so lucky i'm here pearl, if i wasn't no one else would have noticed how much help you needed and you would have been struggling forever. and something feels wrong about it to pearl but it can't put its finger on exactly what... after all, it really did mess up all those things. so it really did need help.
pearl can't even jerk off properly, so gem has to do it for her. pearl can't even tell when she's hitting her limits properly, so gem has to do it for her. pearl can't even say no properly, so gem has to do it for her- not that she ever does. gem tries to teach pearl how to do it herself but every time she tests her she fails. so she's just not ready for the responsibility of deciding these things for herself. and gem will have to keep choosing for her.
So my most controversial take is that Grian and Gem wish they were twins so they could have EVEN MORE forbidden sexual tension bc I think that’s where they’re happiest. They don’t actually want to fuck each other they just want to think about fucking each other while it’s not allowed and be really intimate without technically crossing any lines.
There's been a twitter troll going under people's posts writing weird rants about grigem being cheaters, and I was going to make a joke about how I didn't know you had a twitter! But I know if it were really you Grian would be the home wrecking whore they spoke of 🙂↕️🙂↕️
LMFAO. Is it perhaps the same troll I got on here a few weeks back? I never responded to their messages but I did save them before blocking bc they were so funny and delusional.
OP has been reported and blocked so idk if their blog is available any more. But my wife and I regularly say "Charlie is a dirty dog" to each other now. User Googcount legend for giving us a new copypasta.
Also real talk I'd never go around calling anyone a home wrecker or a whore. We're doing rpf for fun here. I hope Grian is happy with his wife and that Gem maybe has a wonderful partner, and grigem are truly just best friends.
ok fine i'll do it myself. catering to my demographic (partner) but i think mumbo should hunt etho. he's so excited and nervous about it and can hardly keep himself composed enough to stalk her without making himself known. its not how he prefers to hunt, he likes to make people think he's safe to be around and then surprise them; but that doesnt work here.
plus, etho's a lot better at fighting than mumbo is. he needs to catch her perfectly or she'll fend him off. becayse they aren't pretending. it's a real hunt. both of them are unsure whether this is gonna end in mumbo ripping his teeth into her or strapping her. that's the beauty of it. real fear from etho, real thrill of hunting her for mumbo.
it's hard for mumbo to actually get her. sometimes he breathes too loud (arousal, excitement, nerves, whatever it may be), or fumbles and steps on something that alerts her. he's not built for suspense, makes him sweat and feel sick
but he does it, eventually. catches her when she's exhausted, rams a knife through her ankle so she cant run away, and if she did the weakness from blood loss wouldn't let her get very far.
from there ehhh you can decide whether they fuck or Get fucked up and evil. whichever is your cup of tea
if it's sex i think mumbo vents all his adrenaline into fucking her. they came into this with etho prepped and mumbo with his harness on just in case , so all he has to do is tug her pants down and thrust in
if it's Evil i think mumbo would want to bite her until it draws blood, but i dont think he'd actually rip chunks out and eat her. well maybe a little but the real good thing for him is cutting into her and making her bleed. maybe he uses the knife from before, maybe he has multiple. idk. he cuts into her skin, licks at the wounds, digs deep into her stomach until he can sink his fingers into the viscera. he likes knowing the ins and outs of etho, when she tries so hard to keep everythinf about herself secret. wont let most people see her face (hell, even mumbo barely gets to) but mumbo has gotten to map out her guts in his head with how many times he's cut her open to take a look, and feel . ok im getting carried away
Grian really can't complain about the quality of the restraints. Not a surprise, because Doc never fucks around when it comes to hardware, but this time it's on another level. They hold him so completely he can't even shift in place. He can try to fight them, can strain his entire body against the cuffs and straps, and all it gets him is the non-negotiable certainty of how very trapped he is. Installed inside a fucking machine like just another component.
And all it gets out of Doc is a low rumble of disapproval, because he isn't supposed to be moving at all.
It just goes to show the cruelty of the man. Like he isn't the one who dosed Grian with experimental potions that sent him into a feverish haze, colors smearing across his vision. It's not even that Grian set out to be a brat this time. He just really can't help himself. The steady, implacable pistoning of the toy lined up behind him is good, but in his drug-induced heat it's nowhere near enough for him. If he could, he'd be arching his back, thrusting his hips back to take it harder and deeper. Instead, all that's left to him is to beg and plead and endure Doc's gloating over his pitiful lack of self-control.
The remains of his dignity are liquefying. Dissolved by the unbearable chemical craving that burns in his bloodstream, they drip from him as sweat and drool. He doesn't miss them as he babbles and whines and debases himself eagerly for just a bit more stimulation. As he agrees that he'd do anything. His head unrestrained, he nods along dumb and desperate with every icy, judgemental word. Feeling good is all that matters. It's all he cares about.
And he can hear it the moment Doc relents, the hollow clank of the machine as it hits the next gear. Grian's vision spins. Some dim corner of his mind questions giddily if the sound is even necessary. Or if Doc put it in just because he gets a kick out of training him to respond to it. Anyway, it's working. Embarrassingly well. Grian's teeth catch his lip, toes curling in conditioned anticipation.
And it's only reinforced further as he feels every millimetre of the flexible rubber shaft expanding inside of him. The growing bulk simply makes room for itself, and his hole puts up no resistance. Soon the length of it is sliding in and out at a measured but unstoppable pace. Every thrust reaches deeper. Grian's stomach flexes as it prods a tender spot, helpless against the advance as it breaches it, opening him up. He clenches around the intrusion, the dull squirmy pressure of it, his breath forced out in huffs as his insides slowly relax and give in.
If there's something quite gentle about the way Doc's flesh and blood fingers thread through his fringe and grip it close by the roots, there's no kindness in it when his hand suddenly tightens and pulls Grian's lolling head up, sharp enough to make his eyes water.
Doc studies him for a long moment and then casually levers his mouth open, two metal fingers pressing down on his tongue. And that's all it takes. In an instant, his mouth is thoroughly claimed. Any remaining defiance collapses in a shamefully pleasurable rush. Grian's jaw and lips soften, offering no resistance. His tongue traces over the intruding digits, meek and appeasing as they explore his palate. It's all he can do to wordlessly beg mercy from the invading metal. The tears caught at the corners of his eyes swell and run down his cheeks. His insides clench around the reaming shaft, open and greedy from the flood of submission.
Another click. The animalistic quiver permeates Grian's whole body as he hears the sound. His tamed mouth impales itself on Doc's fingers with a muffled squeal of gratitude. The mechanical cock stretches him from the inside out, friction making his eyes roll back as it withdraws. Thrusting back in it bulges out his belly, the sheer uncompromising bulk of it forcing him to conform to its shape. It drags over his prostate ruthlessly until his cock twitches and leaks his submission in a steady stream, failing to get fully hard.
Most of his abstract thinking has been systematically fucked away, so it takes a moment for the meaning to sink in when Doc tells him to get ready for phase two. There's going to be more? More is possible? He's so happy.
Pipes chug. From openings along the shaft, the dildo starts pumping out potion-laced lubrication. Grian's skin flushes fever-red all over. His ears are ringing. With every heartbeat he can feel more chemically-induced lust being pushed into his brain. Patches of sparkling darkness take over his vision. His mouth is vacated and just hangs open now as he pants for breath.
None of it matters as much as getting his drugged, sloppy hole dominated by the machine. The toy grows another increment right at the apex of a thrust. The shock of it as it bulges out his belly pushes him into climax, weak spurts of seed forced out in the rhythm of the fucking he's receiving.
That breaks a dam inside him. He's nothing but a body pushed into reaction now, wrapped around the merciless girth of the toy and pounded through a series of orgasms that all start to blend together. His heartbeat speeds up. He can't stop cumming. He can't take a full breath.
A pulsing red haze is swallowing his vision but Grian can still hear the whirs and clanks of another level higher. Another hot, tingling dosage. His stomach deforms around the huge pressure, his cock spurts, his heart labours. Grian is floating above his body. He only feels the final rush of bliss hit his system, incomprehensible that anything can feel that good. Then blackout.
Clean clothes, cool sheets. He's on his back. Staring at a wall that registers slowly as Doc's bedroom. It takes longer to piece together that he's just hit respawn, and why. Grian blows out a breath. He feels fine. Respawning has cleared his system of Doc's experimental potions, of the endogenous drugs of sex and submission.
But the memories are there, and they're vivid. Of his thoughts blanketed by a drugged frenzy. His body surrendering, addicted to the massive stretch. Sucking on Doc's metal hand, an abject, mewling creature of pure need.
He misses it instantly. It hits his stomach, the kind of craving that makes him itchy.
That's when Doc sticks his head through the door in a way that can fairly be called a bit sheepish. Not that they didn't plan for this - Grian's spawn is set in his bed, after all. Hitting his limit is what he's here for. Why he offered himself up as a guinea pig in the first place. But Doc must have gotten greedy for his reaction. Impatient. He rushed through the process. Grian loves knowing he can make him lose his prized composure.
His smugness doesn't last. Doc looms over him, that implacable look settling back in place. Already plotting the next stress test. Grian feels himself go pliant. The submission floods him like a wave rushing back in. Luckily, they're far from finished.
tell me more about creep4creep gritho if you like. Im sat. Personally im a creep!bdubs truther btw. But gritho...... 👀
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Oh I'm shaking your hand on creep!Bdubs!!!!!
I think Etho and Grian would be really creepy together about Gem and then sext about it. I'm talking about how Etho is always watching Gem's stream, maybe he messages Grian about what she's wearing that day, and then they start talking about what she may or may not be wearing underneath. Or on group trips Grian sends Etho pictures of Gem. Just candid pics like on the beach in San Diego (in her swimsuit) or in the hot tub at the chalet on their ski vacation (a lil bikini top and some shorts). You know if he could manage an upskirt shot he'd do it in a heart beat because he loves to break Etho's brain.
Talking about Gem gets them so worked up they end up jerking off together about it. Usually just DMing but sometimes on a voice call. Etho says it's not gay because they're talking about Gem, and guys jerk off together all the time. But Grian thinks it's maybe a little gay, and he's maybe a little bi, but would never say that to Etho. He's not sure he can even say it aloud to himself.
Maybe they could also get Bdubs in on the action. Grian's idea, but Etho is more than willing to go along with it (has been wanting it for longer than he cares to admit). The three of them know Gem would be horrified if she found out (maybe a little turned on, but mostly creeped out), but it's really addictive, just seeing what they can get away with around her. How many pictures they can take before she starts giving them funny looks. It's kind of like gambling. Maybe Skizz would be interested, too.
Uhh I can be horny too don't fear. Yesterday was centric to my DND character and her patron, and my party member was talking about my patron like "you said this was important to you" and our dm (who I'm really down bad for) said (as my patron) "Aw, I'm important to you?~" and I DID feel faint in real life.
dnd with my friends and crushes is my favorite thing in the world but I do regularly get con crash right after which sucks awfully. I shouldn't be nauseous for like two days after Fun Game with My Friends.
making an anonymous could-be-platonic-could-be-romantic comment about my Other crush (it's complicated) on the school's yikyak and turning off my phone
she teaches you everything there is to know about sex: she's the one that gets hurt and feels bad, and you're the one who hurts her. for some reason it sure feels like it hurts you too, but you know this can't be true because she doesn't even touch you.
hurting her makes you feel bad, except that doesn't even make sense because she's the victim and you're the perpetrator. sometimes you fantasize about your roles being reversed so you can have an excuse to feel like shit all the time. you try to suggest to her that maybe you don't want to hurt her anymore, but she won't have it. you get to hurt her, it's a privilege, why wouldn't you want to? are you saying you'd rather be the one who gets hurt? trust her, you definitely don't want that. it could be so much worse.
