Like, there's a little bit of lost privacy there don'cha think? Being able to be summoned whenever and wherever you are?
Especially when Gem loves to mess with her so much. Loves bringing Pearl's life to a screeching halt for her own amusement, pulling her from work or chores or just chilling in her home to poke and prod and tease.
And then one day she pulls the trigger, and Pearl shows up fully naked, three fingers buried in her cunt, the other flying up to cover her breasts as soon as the bedsheets under her morph into the cold wood of her fire tower.
They're both a little shocked honestly, staring wide-eyed at each other as they desperately try to process.
But once it registers, Gem's all too happy to replace Pearl's fingers with her own and 'apologize' for the interruption.
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Oh wow, it's been a bit, huh? Finals week hits like a truck~ XD
Gonna hold off on Nice Life smut until the finale drops, mainly 'cause I don't wanna go through the hoops of spoilering, but in the meantime I'm thinking of Empires s1 Jizzie.
Lizzie is queen of the ocean, Joel's gorgeous fish goddess wife, and he loves her very much. But once she develops into her final form, there starts to be... Issues.
Issues like her not being able to be out of water for very long. Fortunately she can breathe underwater just fine, but Joel still has tiny little mortal lungs that let him stay underwater for even less time than Lizzie can stay on the surface.
And they make it work, as much as they can, but it's frustrating for the both of them. Fortunately, after a lot of work, Lizzie's come up with a solution!
Joel, however, was not expecting the solution to involve him being half-submerged in the ocean, naked from the waist down as Lizzie preps his ass extensively. It's a mortifying position to be in, especially for a King, but Lizzie keeps promising that it won't hurt and he loves her enough to trust her with anything.
Once he's prepped enough for her standards, Joel feels something hard and smooth pressed to his ass, and then into him. Guided in by Lizzie's fingers. It's big, whatever it is, with an odd shape and texture that he can't place. He tries to ask, but his words come out as a moan as she pushes the object deeper and deeper into him, brushing against his prostrate, and not pulling away until she was sure that it wouldn't slip out.
And then Lizzie slips a harness onto him, shimmery blue prismarine, and he only has a moment to think conduit before it pulses to life inside of him as soon as the harness is attached.
Once active, he can feel the thing expand inside of him, bobbing up and down and lighting up every nerve of pleasure with every movement, emitting a low buzz better than any vibrator.
He barely notices when Lizzie takes hold of him and tugs him gently into the waves, breathing in the water with no trouble thanks to the conduit in his ass. Lizzie gives some explanation about how the body is 70% water and that's enough to power a conduit, but Joel's barely listening as he's too busy approaching orgasm far too quickly to care about the science of it. And when Lizzie catches on, she just giggles and decides to help him out.
It might not be a feasible option for a casual date night together, but it's still a good time regardless. One that both of them would be ecstatic to repeat.
if you're open for requests- perhaps t4t redscape? Can be anyway around:DDD LOVE UR WRITING
Hiii sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for a month, I did plan to answer this ask and then it got completely erased from my brain-
As a gift, enjoy a 2-parter! Hopefully with less than a month's wait this time XD
Mumbo, man of science, maker of many many sex toy contraptions, vs. Scar's magic and vex charms. Both of them want to prove their methods are superior, and what better way to prove it than with a demonstration?
Scar pulls out all of his crystals, embueing each of them with magic that makes Mumbo feel light and floaty as they're dragged along his skin, exploring his chest and thighs, light touches that makes him squirm for more, each pulse of magic echoing through his body and making every sense more and more heightened. By the time Scar puts his crystals away to touch him directly, Mumbo's dripping wet and whining for Scar to just touch him, please. Scar obliges with a mocking pat on the head, and Mumbo barely has a moment to glare at him before the other hand comes to pinch at a nipple, rubbing it between his fingers until complaints turn into moans.
Eventually, after what feels like ages, Scar gets tired of playing with his food. Two fingers press at Mumbo's entrance, and Scar teases him about being so open with so little as he pushes in with barely any resistance, letting Mumbo twitch around him for a moment before shallowly fucking his fingers in and out, easily slipping in a third.
Even without his tdick being touched, Mumbo already feels the rising orgasm bubbling up, aided by the lingering sparks of magic thrumming through his veins. But just as he reaches sweet release, Scar gives him a grin that's a little too wide, teeth a little too sharp, as he croons for Mumbo to wait. And all Mumbo can do is whine pitifully as his body acts of his own accord, snatching his orgasm just out of reach.
When Scar pulls out entirely, Mumbo moves to finish the job himself, but his fingers freeze just over his tdick and Scar tuts at him, telling him to be patient as he pulls out a double-sided strap, keeping it right in Mumbo's line of sight as he painstakingly lubes it up, taking his time until Mumbo starts begging him to please just fuck him already.
And then he does, relishing every noise as Scar sinks inside, setting a rough pace, accentuated with more pulses of magic that go right to his tdick and make Mumbo see stars. Fortunately, Scar's kind enough to not leave Mumbo waiting for too long, leaning over to press a soft kiss to his lips before telling him to cum, relishing in Mumbo's body following his commands, and stroking his own clit until he's orgasming alongside him.
When they finally collapse together, boneless and blissed out, Mumbo gets to curl up contently against Scar's side, already looking forwards to getting his revenge.
Fucking a vex and a vampire wasn't on Grian's bingo card for Halloween but Grian can't say he's complaining.
Above him, Scar had already pushed his way into Grian's hole and set off at a rough pace, clawed hands digging ever so slightly into his waist. He holds Grian with enough care that none of his claws dig gashes into his sides, but tightly enough that he knows they could.
Below him, Mumbo was just as wrecked as he was, if not more so. A little compressed with the two bodies on top of him, but it's hard to care about that when each of Scar's thrusts pushed Grian's dick a little further into Mumbo's cunt. The small back and forth motions the only stimulation he's allowed, and any attempt to so much as tweak his own nipples led to Scar's hand curling around his wrist, reminding Mumbo with a sharp toothed smile who he belonged to
And in the middle, Grian is simply too blissed out and dazed to really do anything other than lay there and take it, letting Scar pound into him roughly while the occasional stimulation made Mumbo clench around Grian's dick
Grian doesn't quite remember how he got here, how he stumbled upon a castle he thought was abandoned for shelter from the storm, and how that turned into two monsters welcoming him in and leading them to his bedroom, but he can't complain as he's dragged from one orgasm to the next, basking in the pleasure until Scar finally draws blood and activates Mumbo's instincts, teeth finding their way to his neck only moments after.
Even then, all he can do is loll his head to give Mumbo access, pain quickly morphing into it's own sort of pleasure. He hopes they'll let him do this again...
I got carried away. Who doesn't like a little worldbuilding in their smut? Or, uh... A lot of worldbuilding in their smut.
I'll level with you there's 864 words here and it takes 8 paragraphs for them to meet let alone fuck, so if you're just here for the spicies scroll till you see ~~~SMUT HERE~~~
And if you hate it, let me know and I will write something a little less... Yeah. Enjoy. Or don't. Up to you XD
Scar doesn't know how long he's been trapped on the server before the barrier fades. Sometime after he last planted the new harvest of sunflowers likely, and before he nearly strolls past Joel's base on accident without the walls of his prison as a guide.
And even when he realizes it, it takes days for him to gather the courage to take even the slightest of steps beyond. Three days, in fact, of trying to convince himself that he's fine at Trader Scar's, that the sunflowers won't grow without him here to garden them! It's not enough. Curiosity overpowers the fear of the unknown soon enough, forcing him to take that step beyond.
And he walks. The world stretches on much farther than he'd ever known, on and on and on. Does it go on forever? At some point he'd considered turning back, but by then he wasn't sure if he'd even know how to return if he tried.
It's not long after that he finds signs of life. Structures built by human hands, pillars reaching to the sky in ugly blobs of dirt, mansions and towers and an island covered in bamboo. No signs of life, only corpses that look a little too familiar for his liking. Scar moves on.
The next signs of life he finds, or what's left of them rather, are charred. Blackened planks and logs arranged in a way that implied great structures were once here. A shipwreck on land, what must've been a ranch for cattle, and a box of cobblestone are all that remained. More corpses, then, and a pack of hungry wolves howling for their master. Not wanting to become their next meal, Scar moves on.
The structures after that bring with them the putrid stink of rot and magic that has him wrinkling his nose in disgust. These must be much older, as the structures are nearly gone, caved in and succumbed to the elements as they were. Stopping at the feet of a mountain, he looks up and sees the ruins of a tower inches from collapse. The mere thought of it stirs an awful feeling in his gut that he can't quite place. No corpses this time, the bodies having long since been buried by nature, but the smell and presence lingers regardless. Disturbed, Scar moves on.
There's a long stretch of untamed land between him and wherever he's headed, long enough that he considers setting up shelter somewhere, but then his feet hit sand and he looks up to find a tower on the top of a desert mountain. Untouched by time, or at least built recently. Lit by lanterns that haven't yet burnt out. And at the top of it. A person. Scar runs.
Scar runs up the mountain faster than he's ever run, and as the figure hears his approach and turns, Scar's eyes meet Grian's and Grian's eyes land on home.
It's clear to both of them that they're not who the other knew. But Grian stares at him with all the awe and heartbreak of a past lover coming home and Scar has spent far too long alone not to take his chance.
The first human contact Scar has since burying Pearl's corpse is to cup Grian's cheeks and kiss him senseless. And judging by the way he melts into it, if he had to guess, it's the first contact Grian's had in just as long.
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They fall into the bedroom soon enough, deprived of love as they both were, and Scar may not know Grian's body but Grian works with purposeful movements, knowing just where to touch to make Scar fall apart.
Every contact burns, but the ache of it leaving is far worse, leaving them both clinging to each other even to the point where it gets difficult to remove the layers of clothing between them. No lube, Grian doesn't even recognize the word, but the oil he has is close enough, enough to allow Scar's finger to slip into his hole without issue. It's almost cute, how worked up Grian gets with only a finger, but it's even cuter how he whines with two. Grian doesn't let him linger long on the prep, to the point of turning around himself to lubricate Scar's dick. Pesky brat.
Scar gets the hint. He tries to feed himself into Grian's ass slowly but Grian ruts backwards and practically forces Scar's dick inside. Warmth and pleasure blazes between them, and Scar gives into the urge to wrap his arms around Grian, holding him for as long as he can before Grian grows impatient for stimulation.
When Grian moans Scar's name, Scar tries not to think about the him who came before. He doesn't think about the Grian on his world, who he'd barely known, neither alliance nor enemy really. He strokes Grian to completion, lets Grian go limp on top of him until Scar reaches his own peak. All he focuses on is soft skin and sandy blonde hair beneath him, moaning a name that sounds like his but he knows it isn't.
It's close enough. Grian is close enough. And Scar will be content with that.
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hiiii i'm gonna be super predictable. trick or treat with scarian pls
Weow, who coulda guessed /silly /t
Scar just wanted a Mob permit, man! And this form is ridiculous! Why does he have to go around asking for red tape from everyone? Why does he have to like Casio watches? Why does he have to run laps around Gem's lighthouse, and why on earth does he have to do it naked???
Some of these questions just feel targeted. Scar has to wear a collar for a week, leather and prismarine sourced from Grian's own shops (and he doesn't even give a discount, the bastard). He has to get fucked by 3 other hermits. He has to fuck himself with a fishing rod. The further down the list, the more depraved the commands get.
When he finally gets back to the Permit office, Grian looks all too smug, taking in how disheveled Scar looks, the slight limp in his gait and the collar he forgot to take off after the week had passed. Fed up, Scar doesn't bother with any pleasantries, walking right up to Grian, grabbing him by his stupid tie, and bending him right over his own Permit desk to fuck him senseless.
Grian loves the rough treatment, of course, immediately rutting back into Scar as he's pounded over his own desk. Scar is merciless when he's had enough, and Grian loves him for it. But right as Scar finishes, as Grian's approaching the edge himself, Scar reaches down and squeezes the base of his dick just enough to stop his orgasm in its tracks. And then he leans into Grian's ear, and growls;
Okay I know the general fandom trend for Jizzie is Sub!Joel, but consider: I think he deserves to rail her into the mattress from time to time.
They'd be good switches, honestly. I just think Lizzie deserves some time squirming under Joel's grip, trembling from overstimulation as he drags her to her... Fourth? Fifth orgasm? It's hard to keep track. They all blend into each other, pleasure blending into ache until it loops back to feeling good. Joel's already fucked two loads into her, and her chest and neck are covered in kisses and bites, nipples still the slightest bit wet from when he was sucking on them earlier.
Joel is a man on a mission and he's not gonna stop until he's certain she's satisfied. Lizzie wanted an orgasm, and what kind of husband would he be if he stopped at one?
I've had the idea of curse of binding chastity belts for a while, because it's kinda evil and I love that. I imagine it can take damage the normal way (getting hit anywhere on your body damages all of your armor, so you don't necessarily need to resort to CBT (unless you're into that)), but getting edged/ruined orgasms also take durability off.
So with that in mind, thinking about Wild Life. Thinking about the trivia bot and it's many punishments, one of which is a lovely little set of curse of binding armor...
:)
Honestly the armor itself appearing is weird enough, feeling the leather basically appear around them, sealing itself on their bodies and basically tearing the armor they had off of them (and maybe clothes as well for extra spice?). But then adding onto that sensation is the feeling of cold metal pressing between their legs, tight against their privates with the same magic as the armor. And they can't even check what's going on, the leather pants resisting any attempt at being removed. Would they even know that it's a cage, or are they left confused and concerned?
I'm thinking Lizzie specifically for that one 'Bam me in the bunker' moment. Gasping at the sudden chill, the sudden pressure, one hand automatically flying down to cup herself before she remembers that Grian's still there watching her.
No wonder she's so frantic to get the armor off. And sure, maybe she could've phrased it a bit better but after a bit of spluttering it doesn't take long to get Jimmy to help her rip through the armor bit by bit.
Once he's broken the last piece, Lizzie doesn't even hesitate before plunging a hand down her pants, letting out a frustrated groan as her fingers hit what is unmistakably a cock cage. Jimmy is incredibly confused about the situation, but he looks so eager to help, and of course he wouldn't turn down a Bamboozler in need!
So that's how Lizzie ends up pressed against the Bam bunker's meeting table, Jimmy pressing kisses into her shoulders as he fucks her ass. She hadn't even been sure she could cum like this, but with the way Jimmy was pressing kisses to her shoulders, thumbs pressing against her nipples, it barely took long before her dick was straining against the iron of the cage, leaving her whining for more, desperate to touch herself despite not being able to.
But when Jimmy does force an orgasm out of her, which does nothing to tide the need pulsing through her, she checks the cage only to realize the durability had barely gone down.
Seems like getting the cage off was going to take a while...
