— Hazard Prone
—Sweet Mess—
Hello, my guests! I am Prince Gumball of the Candy Kingdom In Aaa. I hope you do enjoy your stay here in the Kingdom.
Marshall I'm watching you. You will NOT be stealing my crown.
Oh do excuse me. I am a scientist as well as a Prince so i may be busy from ruling and doing experiments. But it doesnt mean i dont like visitors.
{{Independent Gumball Ask/Draw/RP Blog. Can be NSFW. Ya been warned. :3 OC are okay just no mary-sues or gary-stues..
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Marshall I'm watching you. You will NOT be stealing my crown.
Oh do excuse me. I am a scientist as well as a Prince so i may be busy from ruling and doing experiments. But it doesnt mean i dont like visitors.
{{Independent Gumball Ask/Draw/RP Blog. Can be NSFW. Ya been warned. :3 OC are okay just no mary-sues or gary-stues..
any other pictures by me would and should be under /tagged/myart. other than that, i dont own any art, but did 90% of my icons.}}
the-flameprince:
While they were going at it, Gum was feeling he had to do something. He reached over to the drawer and found…..
rope.
Well he had forgotten that he had put it there. Have as much storage in a lab but forgetting what you do with the scrapes. well it seems like they ended up in the drawer.
Bubba grabbed the rope and slowly took it out. “Uh Yes..” He replied before he felt the weight was off of him and being pulled foreword Marsh and him entered into a deep kiss which distracted Bubba enough for Lee to take the rope from the candy prince.
When he broke away from the sweet lips, Marshall smirked at the Flame Prince who was trying to catch his breath as he was found at the top of the bed. “We’re gonna have some more fun, fire bug.” Marshall looked at Gumball then back to the flame. “What shall we do hmm? Tie him up by the hands or leash him up?” The demon acted like he was planning with Gum before he unexpectedly looked wickedly at Gumball. With the hand that held the rope, he grabbed Bubba’s wrist. “Or shall we tie you up, hnn? You are still fully clothed, Gumwad.” Marshall’s free hand went and barely touched the clothed bulge which made the candied prince give whimper moan.
“Now.. who shall I choose? Shall we give you more pleasure, fireball, or would ya rather give a probable sexually frustrated Gumwad a try with me?” He asked as if asking the other two waiting for one of them to answer before he made up his mind.