Id Let So Many YouTubers Rape Me At A Convention And I Think There's Something Wrong Enough With Me That

Mmmmmmm I'm still not normal about DocM77. German creeper/goat hybrid strong enough to carry you through hell and back...

I want him to blow my back out, build me a new one, and then rail me so hard that that one also gets blown out again.

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i want mumbo and grian to fuck me together, cocks rubbing against each other inside my cunt while they make out over my shoulder, then when they’re done they hand me off to scar who takes me and sits me on his lap to keep his cock warm while scolding the others for leaving me a loose sloppy mess. grian whines that they were gonna ruin me eventually anyway, and mumbo kisses my hand and calls me a good boy for putting up with them. I spend the rest of the day in the bliss of riding around in scars lap and occasionally being handed off to any other hermit who asks very nicely

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godbless joe hills for that tank top. hashtag pits out for charity

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commission! (comms r still open btw :] )

link + other silly (sfw) preop doodles below cut

full (tdick🤤🤤)

i lobe him so much

If someone drew Grian with feather happy trail and thighs I would kiss them sloppy style. PLEASE you don't understand how badly I need this it's so gender to me but also so fucking hot I can't stop thinking about it

the way cub tends to repeat himself when talking would be so hot during sex like yes call me a slut again pretty please

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I like to think eating out Doc's redstone cyborg charged creeper pussy gives the same effect as knocking back three five hour energies at once

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pretty boy (full below cut)

full drawing 🔞 warning for large insert, belly bulging

doc looks cute here but dont get used to it. i draw him different literally every time LOL, and i usually forget some part of his cybernetics </3 sorry big guy

dude i want. scar with a pussy (girl scar or transman scar idc) to get bred (ovipos) style by doc.

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I've not written in like....weeks so here have a snippet for something I wrote almost two months ago that I will maybe finish some day

Grian lays back against Scar’s broad chest, eyes slipping shut as he sits on his lap, legs spread wide open. Scar presses kisses to the back of his neck and his shoulders, hand going from tweaking his nipples to trailing down his stomach until he can cup his crotch.

He just barely holds himself back from bucking his hips, desperate for any bit of friction he can get. He feels Scar chuckling and shudders, head falling against his shoulder. “Scar…”

“Needy bird,” Scar mumbles. He moves his hand, and Grian can’t stop the whine from slipping past his lips. “And impatient. I need to get the lube, pretty bird. You can wait a bit longer, can’t you?”

Grian grumbles, but says nothing as Scar reaches for the bottle of lube set nearby and spreads some on his fingers. He sets the bottle aside before pressing a slick finger against Grian’s hole. Grian sucks in a sharp breath as he traces the area before carefully slipping it in.

Already, it’s a stretch. Grian is certainly no stranger to having fingers inside himself, but it’s usually only ever his own. He’s used to it, used to how much they fill him up. He’s not used to Scar’s fingers, so much thicker than his own. He’s feeling a little breathless just from the one as it slowly slides in and out. His hand sits on Scar’s thigh, just so he has something to hold onto, especially as Scar slides in a second finger.

He lets out a groan at that, hips jerking closer in an attempt to get more in him.

Scar clicks his tongue, other hand moving to hold his hips down. “Uh-uh. You’re gonna take exactly what I give you, yeah? Be good for me?”

“Scaaaar…”

“I know, I know,” Scar coos. He kisses his jaw, still slowly fucking him with his two fingers. “You’re just a needy, slutty bird. I know.”

“Scar, please. I need more of you.”

Scar hums, but scissors his fingers. Grian cries out at the stretch, trying to press himself closer. He doesn’t really succeed, though, as Scar’s hold on him keeps him in place. Scar moves his fingers in and out, stretching him and leaving Grian no choice but to focus on how full it makes him feel. If his fingers feel like this, he’s pretty sure Scar’s dick is going to break him.

Scar twists his fingers enough to rub his thumb against his clit, and Grian gasps, twisting in his hold. Scar keeps him held down and adds a third finger. Grian whimpers, and Scar spreads his fingers. He explores with them, and it doesn’t take long for him to brush against Grian’s g-spot. He strikes that spot relentlessly, not letting up.

“So good for me, aren’t you?” He says, head hooked over Grian’s shoulder to watch the way Grian takes his fingers. “Taking me so well. It’s so much, I know, but you’re doing so well, baby. Gonna make you come before I fuck you, okay? That sound good?”

“Please,” Grian whines.

“So good,” Scar repeats, stroking that soft spot in Grian and circling his clit, and from there it doesn’t take long for him to come, clenching around Scar’s fingers and feeling impossibly full. At least, until Scar removes his fingers and he actually cries out at the loss, now feeling horribly, painfully empty. 

“Sc’r, please, need you in me,” he begs, slurring his words slightly. 

Scar chuckles. “Needy, needy. Can’t even go one second without being stuffed, can you?”

“Scar…”

“Alright, alright. I don’t even need to get more lube, do I? You’re certainly wet enough.” With his wet hand, he slicks his cock up a bit before positioning Grian over him. He pushes him down so Grian sinks onto him, letting out a moan as he goes in an inch. Scar thrusts into him, and Grian yelps as he slides a few inches in with no warning.

Grian’s hands hold onto his thighs, nails digging slightly into the flesh. Scar kisses his cheek as he bottoms out, buried fully into Grian. 

Grian pants, feeling so full, as if Scar is in his guts. One of Scar’s hands goes from his thighs to his stomach, running over the skin there. He thrusts up into Grian again, and that’s when he feels it. A little bulge, noticeable whenever Scar fucks into him. He clenches around him at the feeling, head lolling back against his shoulder as he moans, a string of drool trailing down the side of his mouth.

“So good..,” he groans, and Scar laughs.

“Pretty stuffed bird,” he says, pressing down slightly against the bulge. Grian jerks in his hold, overwhelmed by the pleasure. He writhes against Scar as he fucks him, pulling Grian down while he thrusts up and hitting so deep in him.