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I believe I have offically written the first Misadventures smut (on a03, at least)! Not Ren/Sausage/Martyn based but it's something! Startin' out small! <3

Why. Is. There. No. Misadventures. Smut.

we literally have ren, martyn, and sausage living in the same community!! Guys!! Sausage has three episodes out and has already made so many sex jokes! I distant ones!

please… guys come on… they’re such an interesting trio… and sausage keeps being peoples like- sugar daddy! We’re missing out on prime real estate here!!

but imagine being with ren and sausage at the same time. Mhmmm

I didn’t see anything on ao3, but misadventures doesn’t even have its own tag yet. Pretty please send me anything you’ve found <3

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The Watchers hate Scott. This is just factual. But, after he won twice...? Well, I can't imagine They'll allow that to happen without consquences!

I present to you: Watchers gangraping Scott~!

In my mind, it isn't the first time. It happened after Last Life, too. I just don't think it's a coincidence that, after Last Life, Scott become strangely suicidal; strangely desperate to have control over his own death, his own life, his own body... terrified enough of a second win that he'd kill himself to avoid it. To avoid what happened the first time. He was the only one directly killed by The Watchers... you could say that's proof enough he's subject to some, ahem, special attention from Them!

Imagine Scott pinned down by forces beyond his control. He is being touched by a being beyond his ability to comprehend, beyond his ability to fight; it is the touch of the divine itself which is sullying him his skin. He cannot even fathom the True Form of his attacker, he are being taken advantage of by something far greater than he, something that shatters his mind trying to even perceive; isn't he lucky? I don't imagine the Watchers are very gentle, either; They're rough, unfamiliar and careless with human autonomy, almost sadistic, handling him the in the same way a child rip off a bug's legs out of morbid fascination just because They can. How painful would it be to have your cock thrust into a fourth-dimensional creature you cannot look at without your brain tearing itself to shreds? To find yourself inside of an eldritch being whose very existence destroys your perception of reality? They are not human, They have no sense of stamina; They fuck him relentlessly and insatiably until They grow bored. And, trust me, when I say that takes a while; especially since he screams so good for Them, and given Their perception of time is so vast and boundless compared to his, what seems like seconds to Them is weeks according to his mind's concept of chronology.

It's fine! If They break him, They can just revive him, good as new~ what's the point of having toys if not to break them, anyway? Isn't that the whole point?

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ABSOLUTELY.

I mean, Grian's probably pissed at coming in second two times in a row. Scott permakilled Cleo. Joel & Pearl spent half their episode obsessively trying to kill Scott. And Scar is, well, Scar... so it's only fair Scott makes up for being such a smug bastard and winning twice!

Scott getting back to the celestial winners lounge and getting his shit absolutely rocked both violently and sexually just for winning a second time

the others wanted a new member winner for “orientation”! Time to make up for it!

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Anyways Gem straightbreaking Pearl into dyke conversion via corrective rape and hypnosism/dumbification? Anyone?

Hi guys... 💘💞💗! I've seen the error of my ways... 😔🙏🤲 I have converted to a GEMPEARL FANBLOG!!! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩🧡❤️💎🦪 Omgggggg guys gempearl is my FAAAVOURITEEEE ship it's the best ship EVER!!!!! they're so yuri omg they're perfect for each other what beautiful lesbians ☺️ the best ship FR 🤗 also majormoon SUCKS!!! 👎👎👎 GEMPEARL FOREVAH!!!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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This is asker's NSFW blog btw reblogging here! ^w^ I love 'affirming her identity by breaking up with her' because yeah basically LOL! But yeah definitely terrifying for the tfem partner, given either a) he accepts her identity (yay!) but she loses her lover (:(), or b) she keeps her lover (yay!) but it's because he doesn't accept her identity and still sees her as male (:()... given it must've seemed like a very lose-lose situation for the tfem partner I thought it was only fair it got a happy ending! Queerplatonicism my beloved :] just because their love is a little bit different now doesn't mean they aren't still life partners!

Hello I have been directed to your blog by a mutual I heard you like forcefem... Woe ye forcefem upon thee!

Thinking about Scott x his AMAB ‘boyfriend’ who has recently discovered she might actually be an egg after a bit of forcefem play, but who is too terrified to genuinely experiment with femininity or to even entertain the idea of being a trans woman because of what that would mean for her relationship with Scott... Scott's gay as all hell, and would he even be able to stomach being attracted to her anymore if she confessed she might actually be a woman? No, no, it's much safer to just pretend she's just a cis dude with a really, really serious forcefem kink, to the point of begging her boyfriend to 'force her' to dress femininely and 'force her' to be a girl even outside the bedroom...

Maybe Scott even figures out it's a bit more than a kink and is supportive of his girlfriend's transition! Well, not really girlfriend anymore, but I'm thinking maybe they end in a cute queerplatonic FWB situation after she comes out! ^w^

I left it ambiguous who Scott's tqprgirlfriend is for imagination purposes! Whoever's reading this can insert their fav character, or maybe even themself :3

Hello I have been expecting you (for like 5 mins)

I love forcefem when it accidentally cracks an egg. It's such a cute scenario to me. So fun. And hot.

I'm not particularly a Scott enjoyer BUT I understand the vision and he is cunt + mother or whatever the people say so ✨ yes. I believe in your beliefs.

Yeah he would be supportive !! But it would be scary for [tfem partner] because it would mean losing the relationship. But in a way that's also a good outcome since it would mean Scott acknowledging her identity and going 'ok well... I'm gay so that's not gonna work'. Affirming her gender by breaking up w her 😅

But in this scenario it works out okay :) I like that! Because yeah I don't think he (Scott) would want to go back to being 'just friends', bc he's got a close intimate relationship w this person and that label would feel wrong, but they wouldn't be Dating Romantically, so a qpr situation would work for sure...

I like this a lot :)

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Saw Scott's first episode. Cam was cannonically called Scott's stalker... He bought out Scott's entire neighbourhood so nobody else could be his neighbour... absolute freak material.

Hmm. reminds me of another Scott simp~!

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Baby, It's Cold Inside (also avaliable on a03!)

Fandom: The Life Series

Pairing: Pearl x Scott

Warnings: Hypothermia, Temperature Play, Torture, Somnophilia-ish, Rape, Lack Of Consent, Fingerfucking

A/N: N/A!

Word Count: 1.4k

Pearl isn't cold.

Yes, her body is slick with frost, covered in powdered snow as it clings to her skin like a second layer, a glistening shroud of cold white, but she isn't cold.

No, she couldn't be cold, not when her heart is a burning, hot coal, ablaze with passion. It's the only warmth in her body, yet it burns brighter than the sun, a hearth warmer than any fireplace she'd been denied. She has black splotches under her fingertips, and her skin is frostbitten - cracked and dark red with white patterns in them, blistered and gangrenic - but she’d stopped shivering from it long ago. She'd gotten used to the cold, to the numbing sting of shun from a soulmate, to the heartless nature of the world they lived in. She could no longer feel it.

She stood over Scott- Scott, Scott, Scott, who clearly still could, who clearly did; his skin was as blue as his hair from the hypothermia, beautiful lips turned a greyish blue. She knows he’s close to death; he's shaking too much, his breath is a fog on the air. His eyes are dull, too; they’re no longer bright green, but a desaturated chartreuse, a colour beginning to veer near yellow the closer they got to death's doorstep. He coughed, the sound hoarse and rancid, before, finally, the chicken chickened out- as she knew he would- and pulled away from the powdered snow with a croaked, "T-that's enough- I'm out- you won- we're going to freeze-"

He tries, and yet, the wolf doesn't allow the chicken to escape, to run back to the coop. No, she grabs his waist, grip arctic and rigid, keeping him in the one-by-one snow block with her.

"Not yet," she growls.

"Wh-what are you doing? You w-won- you won, Pea- you won, Pearl, y-you stayed in the longest- you're the winner, l-let me out, get out, we're going to freeze, we're-we're going to die, you're going to k-kill us-" His teeth are chattering, and she can feel his phantom heartbeat in her own chest as his panic mounts, but she remains calm.

"We are going to freeze," she agreed, evenly, as if it wasn't their shared death they were discussing, "Unless we do something to get warm."

He thrashed in her grip, trying to break free as even his strength faded and degraded from the chill seeping into his vines, "W-we could get warm if you- if you just let- let go, get out, we need to get out of the sno... sn..."

Scott's voice faded and she felt his body begin to collapse, his eyes rolling back with a shuttered, shivered breath, cold overtaking his consciousness.

That was just what she'd been waiting for.

She pulled him against her, grabbing his darkened, twitching fingertips and pressing them against her clothed clit, heat radiating from her arousal, warming his frigid fingers. Then, she pulled him into a kiss, pressing her warm lips against his ice-cold ones, pressing warm saliva into his mouth, licking his lips with her temperate tongue to return feeling to them. Scott groaned weakly and kissed her back with frail, half-conscious desperation, his body searching for any kind of warmth, clinging to the nearest source. She couldn't help but moan as she felt him bury his fingers between her thighs, the warmest place they could fit, her crotch only growing warmer by the minute as red-hot arousal shot through her veins and the blood rushed dizzyingly to her vulva.

"Arousal increases your bloodflow," she mumbled smugly as she pulled out of the kiss, moving to press her hot, sweltering breath against his neck, breathing on his jugular. She felt him shiver, but this time, it was from the pleasure that came with the warmth rather than his body's vain attempt to fight the cold, and she grinned as she began to bite and suck on his neck, leaving hickeys deep enough to draw blood. And draw blood they did, the punctures only making more blood race to his neck to warm his extremities as she continued with a hum, "Increases the blood circulation on the skin's surface, increasing your body heat with it."

Scott moaned, and she kissed the bruises her teeth had left before she started licking him, her hot tongue leaving a wet, red trail on his pale, blue skin. "It'll keep you warm," she murmured, voice like a purr in his ear as she rubbed against him, "It'll keep us alive. It's the only way, since I'm not letting us out of this snow block, and there's no other way to get enough physical exertion to stay warm while staying still like this. So," she let her hot breath warm the cusp of his ear, "Either you let me fuck you, or we both freeze to death here. It's up to you, mate...~" She grinned sweetly.

It was clear Scott was still half-conscious; he couldn't provide much of an eloquent reply, but his distressed groan when he felt her warmth leaving his lips and his fingertips' trying to dig their way deeper into her warm, clothed pussy was probably the best agreement she'd get from him in his frigid, half-alive state. It was all she needed, anyway.

She stuck two fingers between her legs, wetting them with her arousal before moving behind him and pressing them to his asshole. He moaned weakly, still half-conscious, as she worked two fingers inside him before moving her hands to his waist and pulling him against her crotch, beginning to thrust him up and down her body so he could feel the friction of her covered pussy on his stomach. His head rolled back limply on his shoulders, and a small, whine of pleasure slipped past his lips as her fingers began to stretch him, preparing him for the rest of her digits. She continued, moving her fingers in and out of him, teasing him with her index and middle while her ring and pinky finger massaged his taint and clit, respectively, rubbing them in circles to increase the bloodflow to them and warm them, too. The latter two fingers were soon coated in pre-cum as his body began to heat up, his bloodflow increasing from the stimulation.

His cock began to grow hard as she stretched him with three fingers, and by the time she was using four, he was moaning with a weak heat of his own arousal, his cock now hot and stiff against his stomach, too warm to be ignored. She slipped her fingers out of him and grabbed him by the waist, turning him so she could straddle his lap, but she didn't sit on his cock. No, it's far too cold for that. Instead, she pressed his cock between her legs so it was held securely against her covered vulva and pussy, the heat of her arousal warming his erection through her pants and underwear. She grinned at him smugly as he shuddered under her, groaning, his eyes fluttering open with a weak pleasure at the heat and friction.

"See?" She murmured as she pressed her lips against his neck and sucked a hickey into the soft skin. She continued with her hips, thrusting him up and down his cock as she bit and licked at his neck greedily. "I told 'ya, it'd made us nice and toasty~"

Her hands began to travel over his torso, rubbing away the cold on his skin, warming him to the touch. His skin was still cold, but now she could feel the heat from the blood underneath, as the circulation had increased from the physical exertion of their sex. She smiled at him, and even though his eyes were still half-lidded, for she could see it - how he moaned weakly with pleasure as she ground him up and down between her legs. He was beginning to feel her warmth - not only from her body heat, but because of the blood that had come rushing to his groin; the fingertips buried between her thighs twitching as they returned with feeling, and his eyes fluttered with the warm rush of pleasure that came with feeling the blood circulation return to his extremities. 

Pearl couldn't help the warmth blossoming in her own chest, a warmth much more amorous and lovestruck than that of just the blood rushing to her clit, as she huddled her soulmate closer to herself to help him preserve his warmth with an affectionate sigh. She was in bliss, the warmth of her love for him flowing through her blood, keeping her warm through even the cold, comforting them both with a warm embrace. And she didn't just mean the hug that kept their bodies warm.

No matter how cold it got, no matter how frigid or freezing, she would never be cold again.

Her love for him was all she needed to stay warm.

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AAAA thank you so much I adored this! The feeling is SO visceral and your writing is phenomenal! You can feel Scott's horror mounting and that inherent feeling of guilt-imposed helplessness...TYSM, Tek! :D

Hii I adore your Scottearl noncon art, but I also love your writing!! If you're up to it, could I request some Scottearl writing...? I'm thinking Pearl as the persecutor and Scott as the victim, maybe in Wild Life with Pearl coercing/guilt-tripping Scott into letting her rape him because he 'deserves it' for Double Life (cough despite the fact she was definitely more abusive and honestly probably nonconned him during DL too cough), but whatever you're up to do! (Just please no Scott noncoing Pearl/implication of that because that's a trigger for me... Thank you!) And feel free to decline if you're uncomfy with this request, DW!

Anything for you Pearl-

CW- coercion and threats, Pearl/Scott

After an entire day of off handed comments and some straight up begging over the past hour, Scott agreed to let Pearl sleep with him in his bed. Things were going well between them these days, and it was awful cold out. And Pearl was absolutely ecstatic when he caved- after all, being close to him again was all she really wanted. 

Pearl snuggles in close against Scott, wrapping herself around him while her tail thumps happily against the bed. After a bit, Scott gives in and holds her back, savoring the innocent closeness they could have once again. Pearl’s face was buried into his neck, taking in his scent. She was always a scent-oriented person, so Scott excuses it. The warm, wet press of her tongue to his skin, though, makes Scott jump and lightly push her head back. 

“Pearl, what are you doing?” He asks, memories of Double Life flashing in the back of his mind. Pearl just nuzzles back in, mumbling against his neck as she licks and kisses it. 

“I missed you, Scott. Didn’t you miss me, too?”

Scott glances down at her, his heart in his throat. 

“Well, yeah but- not like that, Pearl…” he tries to let her down easy, to remind her that they’re no more than friends. Pearl doesn’t care for that answer, though. She just grumbles and grazes her canines against his neck. 

“It’s not fair, Scott. I suffered so much without you, back when we were soulmates. You have no idea how painful it was for me, to be torn from you…” she pulls back just enough to meet his eyes, a streak of scarlet glinting in them. “Can’t you make it up to me? Just this once?” 

Scott swallows, a bad feeling settling deep in his chest. He does feel bad but… he can’t do this, can he? Pearl continues before he even thinks about it. 

“I can make it good for you, I promise. You can pretend I’m a boy, would that be better? I just need you so badly, Scott… you owe me.” Her voice is so sad, so pouty, that Scott almost wants to concede just so she doesn’t cry. 

“Pearl,” he takes a breath, steeling himself. “No. I’ll help you feel better in a different way, okay? Not this.”

Pearl stops, staring at him for a moment before snapping. That scarlet glint in her eyes flares as she digs her nails into his shoulders, shoving him down. 

“That’s not fair! Scott, that’s not fair, please! Please Scott, let me have you-“ she whines, rolling her hips into his. Scott shudders, feeling anxiety tighten in his chest. He lightly pushes at her, but his will is weak. He knows she’ll take what she wants anyway, and her words have cut him deep. This is what he did to others, in the past. Maybe he does deserve this…

Scott’s hands drop from Pearl’s shoulders, his eyes scrunching shut as he takes it. He’s starting to get hard against Pearl’s insistent frotting, the fact alone making him feel ill. He hates this, hates it so much, but he knows it’s what he deserves. Scott had this coming for a long time. Pearl’s tail wags behind her, her breath hot against Scott’s neck where she’s started biting at him again. Itchy pain blooms with each scrape of Pearl’s teeth, a thin coat of blood smearing Scott’s skin and staining his shirt. Clawed hands scrabble over their bodies, tossing clothes in a pile on the floor. Scott feels sick. Pearl feels amazing. She kisses him hard and grinds against him, smearing slick over Scott’s dick. 

“Oh, Scott, this is all I ever wanted… I need you, I need you bad, you’re so perfect-“ she whines, dragging his cock against her folds until she can’t take it anymore. 

Pearl sinks her teeth into Scott’s shoulder and sinks herself onto his cock with a growly moan. Scott snaps his head back, shoulders tensing at the unwanted but fucking good feeling of her walls tight around him. Tears pool in his eyes and spill down his cheeks, his chest heaving and mind screaming. Pearl doesn’t care- she just keeps fucking herself brainless on Scott until she cums, moaning through her teeth buried in his skin. 

She falls asleep like that, licking away Scott’s blood and nuzzling into his shoulder. Scott doesn’t sleep- he lays beneath her and stares at the dark ceiling, reminding himself that he deserved this. 

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'Ello! No worries if you don't have the time/energy or this just isn't something you're comfortable with drawing, feel free to decline, buuuut! Could I request some Yandere Pearl nonconning Scott from Double Life SMP? :3 /nf

sorry I didn’t watch a lot life series so it might be off a lot X(

slowly warming my hand and back to drawing so thanks for coming by :)

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Swallow or Starve (also avaliable on ao3!)

Fandom: The Life Series

Pairing: Pearl x Scott

Warnings: Mature/Explicit/18+ Content, Starvation, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Extremely Dubious Consent, Sexual Coercion, Poisoning, Blowjob, AMAB Terms for Trans Female Parts

A/N: Hope you enjoy this one! And, as always, my requests are always open if you have any Yan Pearl x Scott ideas!

Word Count: 2.0k

"Pearl, watch out!”

Scott found Pearl just in the knick of time, shield raised to protect her from the blunt of the damage of the creeper's blow before he finished off the mob with an axe crit and a quick, relieved breath, the creeper degrading into a pile of gunpowder at his feet. He pocketed the gunpowder, just in case it might make a good snack for later, which was a thought he never thought he'd have.

"Scott!" Pearl sputtered, lowering her own sword now that the threat was gone as her posture slackened with relief, her voice devolving into a breathy string of laughter, "Thank gosh- I thought you'd already left the cave! Crikey, that creeper almost got me..."

"I saw!" Scott sheathed his sword, a laugh bubbling into his own voice. "You're lucky I decided to double-back to see if we missed the amethyst cluster back here and found you. We can't have you making a habit of dying every single session, can we? I'd like you to survive past session six, if at all possible, please and thank you." He teased, giving her a little nudge. "Why didn't you block with your shield? You saw it coming!"

"I tried! I was! But-" Pearl protested, "I panicked, it was coming so fast and I was acting on instinct, and-" embarrassment flushed her face as she sighed dolefully, and held up her diamond sword to reveal bite embedded into marks on the blade, diamond dented with molars-shaped incises.

"You almost ate your sword? Pearl... oh, my god, that's hilarious," Scott couldn't help but giggle, swallowing a wheeze as Pearl's face only got redder with affrontment and she stuttered something that sounded like an excuse about hotbars and shields, but it didn't matter, because no justification she could muster could be audible over his laughter, his lungs hurt and it felt like he'd never stop laughing-

Until, abruptly, the laughter died in his throat when a message appeared on both of their communicators:

[ Food is about to be randomized… ]

"What? No! Are you serious? You're kidding. I just got an entire stack of dripstone! Quick, quick - quick, eat! Before it changes!" He shoved the dripstone into Pearl's hands, making her squeak before she got the message and ate as much as possible to regenerate her health, munching on mineral and rock like her life depended on it, because it did.

It wasn't long before her expression turned foul and she spit out the calcium-rich stalactite, complaining, "Blegh! Yep, food changed, stopped fillin' my hunger, and now it tastes like a rotten potato 'stead of a raw one. 'Least I regenerated my health back 'fore it changed, though." She interjected optimistically with a shrug, and Scott sighed.

"Well, guess all that caving was for nothing, and now we've got a bunch of dripstone fooor... no reason! Maybe we can use it to turn the base into a cake or something? I dunno," He grimaced as he looked at his hungerbar, balancing precariously at five - no, now, four and a half bars. Maybe he should've eaten some dripstone too, while he'd had the chance, but he'd been much too focused on regenerating Pearl's hunger to worry about his own. "I'm getting low. We better figure out what's food and what's not now, and fast." Despite the situation, he kept calm, and filtered through his inventory, Pearl doing the same as they tried to discern edible from non-edible.

Diorite didn't do anything, dirt blocks gave water breathing, cobblestone gave mining fatigue, copper made the end portal sound, and...

"Great. Buckets give you hunger eight," His hunger bar was dropping like a stone, even faster then before, and he felt his panic just beginning to reach its peak before Pearl announced,

"Found something!"

She'd shoved a handful of messy blue dye into her mouth, lips stained with cornflower pigment, but it didn't matter how messy it was, because it worked. "Mh- three hearts! That's pretty good! 'Bout the same as cooked chicken!"

"Oh, thank god, I was getting worried there, for a sec-" he scanned through his inventory, though unfortunately, he didn't have any blue dye, and had given all his lapis to Pearl when the wildcard had begun, so had no means to make any for himself. "Have any to spare?"

"'Course!" Pearl chirped, pulling what looked to be about a good quarter-stack out of her inventory and holding it out to Scott, who moved to graciously take it before, abruptly, Pearl pulled the dye back to her chest before he he had a chance to.

"Pearl?" Scott queried, confused at her sudden stinginess and the strange newfound gleam in her eyes.

"...How low are you, Scott?"

"I'm at... three bars. Why...?"

"Hm," She dragged her teeth across her bottom lip, red-blue eyes flicking from the blue dye back to Scott, and then back down to the dye again before her gaze met his once more, something in her expression unreadable, as if a curtain had been drawn over her features, shielding her true intent from sight. "Actually, I want you to try eating something else, first."

Scott rose a brow, and he didn't know if it was impatience or hunger rumbling in his gut, but he wasn't in the mood to play games, especially with one of his lives hung in the balance. "C'mon, Pearl, I can play guinea pig after, but I'd like to avoid starving to death, first, before testing if andestine gives me levitation or something."

Pearl sighed dramatically, shoulders slumping, "Oh, fine, fine! You're no fun, Scotty. Here, 'ere," with exaggerated reluctance, she fished back into her inventory to retrieve the blue dye, pulling it out with a swift wrist-flick and a "ta-da!". Instead of handing it over, though, like she said she would, instead, she... she stuck the hand with the blue dye down her pants.

"What- what are... what are you doing?" Scott's voice hitched on disgust and disbelief, staring at the sight as if he looked long enough it would prove to be some sort of hunger-induced hallucination, or mirage, simply because it was that unbelievable.

"You said you wanted the blue dye, didn't'cha?" She hummed, a sharp grin on her lips as she pulled her panties down, revealing her blue-stained cock, the shaft crusted with cerulean pigment, dripping with the colorant. "Well, come'n get it! Unless you'd rather just go starve, hm?"

He blinked. Once, twice, the scene before him still stood. Somehow. "...You're- you're joking. You're joking, right? You have to be joking," out of clumsy respect, her turned his gaze away as to not look at her privates, even as she bore them for display." This isn't the time to be kidding, Pearl, I'm actually going to starve-"

"And you will, unless you wanna put your tongue to better use than jawing at me," She stepped forward, putting herself right in front of Scott, now, grabbing his chin and forcing his gaze down to her cobalt cock, humming blithefully, "Your choice! Can't say I didn't offer you anything t'eat!" 

"You can't seriously- you can't be serious-" He wrenched his face away from her grasp, scoffing and gawking with disgusted offence, "I'm not going to suck dye off your clit!"

"Darlin', don't worry, you can call it a cock, that is what I'm packin', I don't care," she shrugged, "'Sides, you're gay, aren't you? Sucking off peoples' dicks is your thing!"

"Not women's dicks!" It didn't matter if Pearl was born a man, she had the soul of a woman, she was a woman, no matter what she had in her pants. "And certainly not as ultimatum of my survival!"

"Ugh, you're really a sour-puss, aren'tcha? You'd really rather starve to death than suck me off? Man. Ugh, Fine. you can't blame a gal for trying, though," she sighed, and he certainly could, but that didn't matter at the moment, as Pearl pulled a clean wad of blue dye out of her inventory and threw it at Scott's feet. "You're lucky I want to see you alive more than I want a blowjob."

Scott didn't dignify that with a response, relief flooding through his veins as he shoved the blue dye in his mouth, grateful Pearl had seen some sense- though they'd certainly have to have a talk about whatever that was once they got back to base- before he froze mid-chew. Something... wasn't right.

The paste in his mouth wasn't squashy and pulpy like that of dye, it was stout and congealed with a mineralistic taste instead of floral and fruity, it... wasn't dye at all.

There was crushed rock embedded in his molars. This wasn't dye. This was lapis lazuli.

And, unlike earlier, it did not regenerate hunger.

No, Scott let out a choked gasp and began to claw at his throat and gag as a poison effect flooded through his system, pain pulsating through his entire being and leaving him convulsive on the floor, hearts dropping in-tandem with hunger as he retched out the mineral, but the damage had been done. He was lightheaded, his head pounding, the effort his body took to keep him from dying from the poison having drained all his hunger bars. And, with a painful, sharp stab to his stomach that took another half-a-heart, Scott came to the horrifying realization that he was starving to death. He was dying. He was going to die.

He needed food. He needed food. He needed to eat. It hurt. It hurts. Hungry. Dying. Food. Please.

A cruel, mercenary grin had split Pearl's face, her teeth clenched in such a fervour of unkind thrill, kick-backed as broad and languid as that of a crocodile. A grislier shadow had fallen across her features, etiolated and cast by the light of some, some inner malevolence which took root in her belly. "Changed your mind?"

Scott wasn't Scott anymore. No, he was possessed by something primal, animalistic, a deep-rotted need that overtook any reservations of morals, the basic human desire for food and substance and nutrition overwhelming all else, his entire being consumed by pain and starvation as he crawled on the floor and towards her, begging, "Food-"

Just as he was about to beg and writher further, plead and offer anything for nutrition as he felt his life drain, his vision blurring, a sharp prodding at his lips made him jump and look up blearily to see a azure cock prodding his lips, a sharp tease as she commanded, "Then suck it up, buttercup~! Literally."

He didn't even think, the second the dye touched his lips he fastened his mouth around it, greedily suckling like a newborn would to its mothers breast, insatiable and famished. He was so, so hungry, and the taste of anything in his mouth tasting like heaven, his stomach still stabbing into itself with starvation like a dozen blades as he fastened his teeth around her cock and sucked with even more rapacity, desperate to make the pain stop, to fill his stomach, to survie.

A climatic cry came from Pearl's throat, and swirls of blue dye began to pour from the tip of Pearl's cock, shooting down Scott's eager, greedy throat as he gulped it down, swallowing and feeling the nourishment revitalize his body, the hunger fading and the pain subsiding, teeth and throat stained in pungent, dye-ridden essence. Half-moons of her juices smeared on his cheeks, lips, his chin, his entire face.

"Good boy~! You swallowed! I didn't think you had it in ya," Pearl pulled her cock from Scott's mouth, heedless of the pearls of blue that dripped from her tip onto his face, leaving him dazed, still on his knees, face slick with dye. The hunger was gone, leaving only stomach-full of satisfaction and disgusted, embarrassed rage in his eyes.

"You're disgusting," he mumbled, wiping her semen and the residual dye off of his face with a gagged grimace, but Pearl only smirked.

"I'm disgusting? You're the one who was just begging to eat my cum... besides, I just saved your life, didn't I? You should be grateful. Now, c'mon~! We should try to get out of this cave, and before you start getting hungry again, hm?"

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Pearl isn’t homophobic. That’s what she claims, anyway; no, she doesn’t see a problem with same-sex love, or marriage. Love is love, y’know?

But she does have a problem with Scott being homosexual. Because, well, obviously, that must be wrong, right? He's her soulmate; he has to love her. He's destined to. Designed to. He's... confused. He must be confused.

That's why she's kidnapped him and locked him up in her tower's attic. He's confused, he's always been confused. Thinking Cleo's his soulmate, thinking he likes men... He's so, so confused. But it's fine! Pearl'll clear things right up~

She keeps him captive, starts putting him through conversion therapy. She gives him electrical shocks whilst showing him pictures of men's dicks, to the point he develops severe androphobia; she even goes to the length of arousal reconditioning, tying him to a chair with a vibrator at his dick and forcing him to masturbate to the sight of her tits, and eventually he develops a sort of involuntary pavlov's response of arousal. He reflexively cums untouched at the sight of Pearl's nipples alone, moans whenever she even brushes her hand against him due to deprivation of human contact aside from involuntary sexual stimuli creating an association with her touch and raised libido, and Pearl can't help but coo, oh, she knew she could fix him~! 

Scott wishes she'd just killed him.

*Note: This isn't sexuality-bending! Scott's still gay, Pearl's just a homophobic freak in this drabble. Also, not romanticising noncon, this is bad, just think it's kinky and fucked up! ^^ If you allow anons, could I be 🌙 anon? :3

Thank you for specifying! Also I do allow fucked up dynamics in here but as long as you didn't sexuality bend the gay character and don't romanticize but you're all welcome!

Way before this when I was still new to the life series fandom I had a small era where I was obsessed with this dynamic... now not so much but that doesn't mean I'm not interested in the story!

Pearl is a sick fuck in this, but Scott must've been confused to like men because what about the other soulmates they're fucking so they should to! She tortures him with all sorts of things and makes him cum at the sight of her tits, yeah this should work!

Scott would've rather her kill him in general, he feels so out of his body!

And of course you can have this anon sign off! :D

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Scottearl incest… Pearl & Scott being twins with themes of COCSA and lack of sexual education due to parental neglect? Thinking about Scott and Pearl doing absolutely everything with each other to a codependent degree from birth, and so, obviously, when Pearl starts getting urges, her first instinct is to experiment with her brother~! Perhaps she coerces him a bit - they’re just ‘playing doctor’, after all, why doesn’t he want to ‘play’ with his favourite sister? “Moom, Scott’s refusing to play with me~!” “Just play with your sister, Scott.” “But-“ “She always plays what you want to play, so let her pick the game, for once. Now stop bothering me. Off you go.” "Okay..." (Again, please @ @somethinwickedthiswaycums, thank yew!) -🌙 (Making an anon sign-off just to avoid harassment on my main account but I think it's preeeeetty obvious this was requested by the one Scottearl fanatic... also obvious disclaimer, I'm a Pearl fictive, but not a pedophile or incestual, I don't condone this, just interested in the nuanced and complicatedness of their relationships in hypothetical fictional darkships! ^w^)

here you go!

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Scott x Pearl moodboard - for @somethinwickedthiswaycums

-> with themes of COCSA, playing doctor, and parental neglect

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Scott x Pearl moodboard - for @somethinwickedthiswaycums

-> with an age gap (17 and 24), Pearl being the initiator, and grooming

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I've seen, like, at least three separate unrelated fics of Pearl somnoing Scott while he's been having a wet dream and I'm glad so many people individually came to the conclusion she would noncon somno the fuck out of that twink. Because they're right. She would.