Reindeer Games
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: GoodTimesWithScar/TangoTek
Characters: GoodTimesWithScar, TangoTek
Additional Tags: Hermitcraft Season 11, Tango POV, Dom/sub, dom scar, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Gender Affirming Prosthetics, FTM scar, Masculine anatomical terminology, scar is in his stupid xmas skin but this fic is normal about it okay yay
Summary:
“Oh come on, it’s festive.”
In which Tango visits Scar's moss farm on Christmas Eve.
Hello lovelies! The time has come for Gemtho Fortnight 2026! Thank you for all your amazing prompts! As always, I had a hard time only picking 14 and I hope you can forgive me if your prompt wasn’t chosen!
I’m not properly tagging any of these because I don’t want to spam certain tags, but after July 14th, I’ll create a masterpost with links to all the fills and tag that instead.
The prompts are copy/pasted directly from the asks I received and all content warnings will be posted outside of the cut.
As always, keep those tin hats on and enjoy!
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prompt: Rpf where during her birthday, Etho sent her a pic as a birthday gift!! Can either be his face or maybe something even risque if you want lol, don't mind either sfw or nsfw
cw: rpf, nsfw
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This is a sorta sequel to this 2024 fill.
There’s a large manila envelope in her mailbox a week before her birthday, and it sits on her kitchen table for two days before she thinks to look at it closer.
There’s no return address on it, but scrawled on the back in unfamiliar handwriting, it says:
Must be 30 years old to open.
She snorts in amusement, but ends up setting the envelope back down and forgetting about it.
Until she speaks to Etho on her birthday.
“Good morning,” he says over Discord, making Gem smile.
His microphone is worse, like maybe he’s just using the mic on his earbuds, like he’s sitting in his living room using his phone instead of his computer.
“Good afternoon,” she points out, and he grunts as though it’s beside the point.
“Happy birthday.”
It feels like a distraction, but it works.
“Thank you,” she says. “I went out for brunch. I might be drunk.”
The laugh he lets out is easy.
“Oh yeah?”
“Just some friends from college,” she admits, and Etho makes a noise of acknowledgement.
“Did you get nice gifts?”
“Yeah! Liz got me a giftcard for a spa in the city. Sarah got me an entire cake and a bottle of wine.”
Etho laughs softly. “So now you’re drunk?”
“No, we didn’t open that. We got cocktails.” She lets it sit for a beat before adding, “So hopefully no one will take advantage of that.”
“Hopefully,” Etho says, and she can hear the smile in his voice. “Have you checked your mail?”
Which is precisely when Gem remembers the envelope on her kitchen table.
“Oh my god,” she says. “That was you.”
She doesn’t even warn him that she’s walking away from her computer — she just goes — but he’s still there when she flops into her chair again, popping in her earbuds and pulling her mic closer.
She has the envelope in her hands, already halfway open.
“I can’t believe you actually sent me something.”
“I’ve sent you things,” he argues and Gem blows out a breath.
“You’ve ordered me things,” she says. “This is the first thing you’ve sent that you had to mail yourself.”
She now knows what his handwriting looks like.
He doesn’t have an argument for that and Gem finishes ripping the package open to see what’s inside.
The biggest thing is an art print — a beautiful landscape that’s exactly her taste — but there’s also a postcard from Alberta and another, much smaller envelope.
She turns over the postcard to read the back, her chest tightening in a way she’s not expecting.
The big 3-0 felt like a good time to repay the favor. Happy birthday. -E
She’s going to pin it to her fridge so she can look at it every day.
“Cute,” she says, voice soft so that he knows she actually means it, though he still grunts as though annoyed by the term.
Carefully, she sets it aside, picking up the smaller envelope instead.
She has no idea what to expect, but she thinks she stops breathing when the first Polaroid slips out.
“Etho,” she exhales, but there’s no response from him.
There are four photos in total — each worse than the last.
The first is of a man from the neck down, his flannel shirt unbuttoned, his chest partially visible. He has more hair than she’s expecting, but she has an unignorable urge to touch him. She wants to rest her palm right in the middle of his chest and feel the steady thudding of his heart.
In the next photo, he’s completely shirtless, but it’s not the focus. Instead, the photo shows that his belt is open and his pants are undone, a hint of happy trail leading down into shadows.
The third photo has Gem squeezing her thighs together.
His hand is inside his pants, his cock adjusted so that his thumb covers the tip, and now Gem wants to get her mouth on him instead.
In the fourth photo, his pants and underwear are pushed down, showing off a heavy line of public hair, and across his stomach is something wet — come.
They’re a thousand times more lewd than the photos Gem sent him, and her mouth is entirely dry.
“Etho,” she repeats, voice weak, and she makes a noise of pain when she glances into the envelope again and sees one more piece of paper.
She’s not sure she’d survive a fifth photo — especially not if he actually shows his face.
But it’s not a photo. It appears to be a receipt for a hotel in St. John’s.
“What is this?” she asks. “Did you book me a hotel room?”
Finally, there’s a noise on the other end of the call, proving that Etho is still there.
“It’s not for you,” he says, and Gem feels suddenly breathless again.
If it’s not for her, it stands to reason that it must be for him, and when she checks the paper again, it lists the dates booked as an entire week, starting from the day prior.
She swallows before taking a careful breath.
“Are you here, Etho?” she asks, shutting her eyes when she finally realizes why his mic is bad and he isn’t at his PC. He’s not at home.
“Guess you’ll have to come find out,” he tells her.
I think the majority of us in the northern hemisphere are really feeling the summer heat right now, so naturally I decided it's time to crank the heat up even further! 🫠
The concept is very simple. Hole-idays is a smutty drabble*-writing event, and I will be accepting prompts from today June 23rd, until 11:59pm PST June 30th. That's one week! You may send as many prompts as you like, but I cannot guarantee that every submission will be written (due to personal preference or time crunch). Summer-themed prompts (skinny dipping, beach day, camping, etc) are appreciated, but not mandatory!
*drabble, in this case, meaning 100 words exactly.
🏖️ Posting will begin on July 4th 🏖️
Please shove your prompts directly in my ask. Teehee🤭
If you want a taste of what to expect, check out my previous drabble events, wanksgiving (2023, and 2025), and december hole-idays 2025.
Huzzah! Here's a bunch of Pinup pieces I've done over the last few months on the drawpiles, compiled here for convenience :3c
Full pieces in order under the cut!!
💛 Hypno in a dress (Bondage)
🐈 Cat!Tango x Gem (Pet play and barbed dick)
👙 Playful Lizzie
🍺 Impulse Spring Heat (Beer ?)
All these were first shared on my Patreon's monthly art compilation!!
I'm hosting 2 patron exclusive drawpile boards this month were you can request stuff for me to draw during it, so consider supporting me over there if you're interested in getting your blorbo drawn !
Alright, let’s do this! Gemtho Fortnight 3: the Reckoning!
How this goes: y'all send in GeminiTay/Etho prompts over the next few weeks, I write 14 ficlets, and then I post them across a fortnight.
Rules:
Filling prompts is at my discretion (aka, not all prompts will be filled). I’ll pick 14 for the event and maybe if I’m feeling brave, I’ll fill more later.
Make sure Gemtho is the focus of your prompt! It doesn’t have to be filthy or even shippy, but they have to be there!
You can send in whatever prompts you want, but if there are any themes/kinks I’m not down with, I’ll ignore them.
Send them on or off anon. Whatever you’re comfortable with.
I probably won’t fill prompts that are super similar to the previous years, so try to spice things up! [2024 fills] [2025 fills]
If you care, you need to specify whether your prompt is for RPF or characters. Otherwise, I will pick and it will most likely be RPF.
At the moment, I’m not sure when I’ll start posting. I'm getting married next week so we're playing it loose lmfao please be patient with me 😘
Hello all! I have been dealing with some family happenings and other irl stuff lately and it's becoming clear that I will be needing any extra money I can get in the following months, so I come to you with big hopeful eyes
If you enjoy my art, or if you join my weekly drawpiles often, or if you are simply a very kind soul looking to help, here are a couple ways you can support me:
♡ Check out my new Patreon Page: I have set up two monthly tiers with a few fun rewards for $3 and $5 USD each and if you join either of them you get immediate access to my full 2026 art gallery. More tiers are a possibility if I find other worthy rewards to offer.
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