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Grian needs help getting up by optogeneticist-nsfw-art (cheydinhalian), Thrumbo (HonestlyAwesome)
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP
23 Jul 2024
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Art. Cis M/M Scarian breeding kink. Dom bottom Grian.
For an anon on Tumblr (the absolute genius.)
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19 Oct 2025
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It was Etho's fault.
Reaching into his pocket, Etho wasn’t surprised to see a baggy of little capsules. “Okay, new game then.” Joel’s grin took a dangerous edge as he pulled one of the pills out, pocketing the bag before holding it over Etho’s cup. Etho’s eyes were trained on Joel’s fingers, watching him crack the thin plastic with ease, both of them watching the white powder fall and dissolve in his drink in silence. Dropping the empty casing, Joel crushed it further underneath his boot like he would a cigarette butt before offering a raised eyebrow at Etho. “The rules are simple. You’ve already listened so well earlier by staying in one place.” Etho’s gut felt heavy as he started piecing together what Joel was about to do. “Take a sip.”
His gut dropped.
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09 Oct 2025
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“So this is like– a Hermitcraft tradition, then?” asks Joel, a little antsy. He’s shifting his weight from knee to knee, fingers tangling over each other where they’re clasped behind his back. “That’s what you said? For everyone new that joins the server?”
“Uh-huh.” Etho’s not paying attention. Etho’s busy fussing with his belt, taking it off, coiling it up just so and setting it carefully on a nearby rock. Etho’s not looking at Joel – on his knees in front of Etho – at all. “Yeah. Sure. Exactly.”
(In which Etho pisses on Joel as a '''traditional''' welcome to the server, and Joel discovers some things about himself in the process.)
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09 Oct 2025
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“Just a little bite,” says Scar, wheedling. Butter wouldn’t melt on his tongue, his face sweet and open and ruined entirely by the red sheen across his eyes.
“Scar. No.”
“Just a liiiiiittle bite, come on, just a, a finger, or a toe, even. Maybe a nibble out the back of your shoulder? Little bit of the belly? Oooo, I could open you up, take your apprentice… you don’t even need one of those! You wouldn’t even notice.”
“It’s appendix, Scar, and no, you can’t have that. I need it.”
(Being Red makes you hungry. A very specific kind of hungry. Scar doesn't like being hungry. Good thing Grian's so helpful and accomodating! Or- at least, he is after a little bit of nudging from Scar, anyway.)
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09 Oct 2025
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You're new on the hermitcraft server and Xisuma intends to give you a welcome gift that you won't forget
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10 Aug 2025