'ello, Salix here. I have given in to the urges and made a nsfw sideblog bc I think about scarian smut a lot.
Main mcyt blog can be found here. Moving nsfw fic updates to this blog instead. Nsfw and suggestive content will also go here.
If you are a minor (or an ageless blog) and you follow this blog, I will block you. Which should also prevent you from following the other sideblog. So don't follow this blog. Follow the other one instead. If I have you blocked here and you've since added an age indicator if there wasn't one before or turned 18, feel free to message me there and I'll unblock you here.
AO3 is below.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
This blog will have snippets and nsfw ideas I have. Which are a lot. Seriously guys I think about them So Much. Asks are also open and anon asks are on, so feel free to send asks with ideas!
I will only post about characters but this is a pro-RPF space 👍 you do you
Anyway yeah idk what else to say. Here have a list of tags that I'll likely use a lot
#tiny apartment au
#when things don't go to plan
#chfau
#vex scar au
Will likely be others but those are kind of the main ones that will have nsfw written of them.
It had been an entirely impulsive decision. Max didn't even remember forming the conscious thought to do it.
One moment, he was listening to Mr. Wizard yapping about something or other (he was no longer paying attention to whatever the man was saying) and he must have had the inane thought of what he could do to shut him up, because suddenly Max's lips were on his.
It did the trick, at least, but now he had an entirely new problem. That being what the hell was he thinking?
He starts to pull away, but a hand comes up to the back of his head, fingers running through his hair, and holds him in place. The lips under his kiss him back, and he has a moment to wonder what his life has come to before he stops thinking at all.
Link to the fic here
Finished this in mostly a day. Guys I missed writing.....it's been so long......
It had been an entirely impulsive decision. Max didn't even remember forming the conscious thought to do it.
One moment, he was listening to Mr. Wizard yapping about something or other (he was no longer paying attention to whatever the man was saying) and he must have had the inane thought of what he could do to shut him up, because suddenly Max's lips were on his.
It did the trick, at least, but now he had an entirely new problem. That being what the hell was he thinking?
He starts to pull away, but a hand comes up to the back of his head, fingers running through his hair, and holds him in place. The lips under his kiss him back, and he has a moment to wonder what his life has come to before he stops thinking at all.
Link to the fic here
Finished this in mostly a day. Guys I missed writing.....it's been so long......
Actually you SHOULD make problematic content. You SHOULD explore dark or taboo topics. You SHOULD have a space where you can cope with your traumas or explore sensitive topics in a way that doesn't hurt anyone.
Also you should make problematic content for funsies. You don't need to have had trauma or need to be coping in order to explore dark creativity. You can just be a human who wants to explore dark and taboo topics because you want to. That's completely normal, btw.
Every single person on this planet thinks about dark and taboo things. It's literally the most normal thing in the world.
ADDITIONAL TAGS: trans-masculine Grian, lots of pregnancy talk, they're fucking with the intent of actually having kids ok, dumbification, Scar kind of reads like a virgin even though he isn't, some animal comparisons
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It's been a long day. Scar's been on his feet since the morning, surprising Grian with breakfast in bed, then taking him down to the riverbank for some lazy fishing and a homemade picnic. Then they were off on an adventure Grian planned out, and finally finished with a fireworks show courtesy of Cub.
Needless to say, they've spent their anniversary all over each other. Basking in each other's presence. Absolutely enamoured.
So, Scar thought they'd go straight to sleep. But Grian told him he had a surprise. One which required him stripping all his clothes in the bathroom, and waiting for his call.
"Scaaaaar," Grian's voice rings through the door. "C'mere!" Demanding as always, but with a sweetness to it. One Scar can never refuse.
He opens the door, and steps into their bedroom. "Yes?" Grian is naked on the bed. "Oh." Taking in the image before him, he blinks, dopey smile already forming on his face. Well, that's one way to end the day, he supposes.
Now, it isn't often Scar gets to see his lover like this. Not fully in the nude. Most of the time, they keep clothes on, and it's fine. Nice.
But one can't deny the appeal of this image. Grian laying on the bed, legs slightly spread, showing the glistening wetness down there under their dim bedroom lights. Looking at Scar with dark, lustful eyes. Like he has some kind of plan.
Gaze fixed on his beautiful lover, Scar steps towards the bed. Climbs onto it without thought. Sits at Grian's feet, but doesn't dare to move closer.
Grian smiles at him. "Opportunity of a lifetime, stud."
And those words... those words ignite a memory in Scar's brain. He shuffles closer. Lets Grian's legs part for him. Giving him space.
They've talked about this. Agreed on what they wanted. He shouldn't be surprised, but, gosh, he wasn't expecting it to be today.
Those words mean Grian wants Scar to put a baby in him, and that means he gets to do something he's never done before. Just the idea of it makes him feel dizzy. Maybe a little dumb. Like Grian's already working his magic.
Any sexual interaction with Grian leaves Scar feeling drained. Stupid. Incapable of thought. This is a whole other level.
Staring between Grian's legs, Scar swallows. "Wh-what do I do?" He's not a virgin, of course, but it's complicated. Grian hardly ever lets him penetrate that hole. Especially not uncovered.
"That much of a stupid slut you don't even know how to work your dick?" Grian props himself up in bed, levelling Scar with an unimpressed glare. He reaches down, rubbing at his clit and dipping his fingers into his hole.
For some reason, Scar finds himself nodding. "Y-yeah." He is a little stupid. Compared to Grian, especially.
He watches intently as those nimble digits sink into Grian's hole, opening him up with wet, slick sounds. It should be simple. Just put his cock in there and get on with it. But Scar freezes up. Watches.
Drops of slick smear over enticing, swollen folds. Grian pumps two fingers in and out of himself, breathing hard through his nose as he starts to move his hips. All Scar can do is stare, cock hard against his gut. Ready, but unsure of where to begin.
Smirking, Grian removes his fingers with a wet pop. "Awww. C'mon. I'll teach you." It's entirely condescending. Scar should be offended.
Instead, his cock pulses, and pleasure buzzes right through him until it reaches his mind. Leaving him slightly lightheaded.
Wet fingers wrap around the base of his cock. He bucks forward on instinct, chasing friction like a rutting animal. Like he can't stop himself. Addicted, already, to his lover's touch, so rare and precious.
But Grian tuts at him, stopping him in his tracks. It takes all his effort to stay still. All his willpower, mind focused on the promise of release. He whines, miserable, and gives Grian the biggest pleading eyes he possibly can, hoping for a shred of mercy.
Unfortunately, mercy isn't swift. Grian isn't even looking at his face, eyes trained on their crotches as he guides Scar's forward. Pulling, rough and hard, while gripping his base, forcing him to move.
Closer and closer to that wet, pulsing hole. Shiny and puffy with arousal, only a little obscured by dark pubes. Scan can only imagine what it's like inside. Warm. Tight...
It's been such a long time. Grian never lets him do this. And they've never done it without a condom. He fucked Grian's ass, once, but that's the closest they've been to this. The closest he's been to feeling those slick walls around him, touching him directly, with nothing between them, nothing in their way.
His tip rubs against Grian's hole, slick wetting the head of his cock. With a groan, Grian lets Scar go. Lays back. Makes himself comfortable again.
Leaving it all up to Scar. A hint of panic runs through his veins. Does he remember what to do? Is he getting too stupid already?
No. No, he can do this. He knows how. It's easy. Scar rocks his hips forward, sliding half an inch into Grian's waiting cunt. Just enough for the glistening hole to swallow up his cockhead.
Scar can't help but moan. Can't help but jerk his pelvis forward again, sinking further inside. His torso topples over, and he places his hands in front of himself, barring Grian's sides, shakily keeping himself from collapsing. Pleasure overtakes his entire body. More than anything he's ever had before.
A tiny, choked gasp. "J-just like that." Grian's hand wraps around his forearm, tight, and he clenches around Scar's cock.
Maybe he died and went to heaven. Maybe being inside Grian is heaven. Scar doesn't know. He can feel the thoughts draining from his mind already. Leaking out through his drooling cock. Inch after inch disappearing into Grian's hole, slipping in easily, opening him up.
Until he can't go any further, fully seated inside. Grian's cunt clenches and pulses around him, warm and wet and everything he'd hoped it would be. Suckling him as he stagnates there, motionless.
There are other steps to this, his mind vaguely supplies. Tonight, he's meant to be Grian's gateway to pleasure. And he's doing a poor job.
Staying still doesn't help anyone. Grian's staring at him. Waiting. Moving fingers gently over his clit.
The other hand stays firmly on Scar's forearm, possibly more his wrist. Fingernails dig into the skin ever so slightly. Tiny little sparks of pain, not too harsh to break the skin, but threatening it. Scar gets the hint.
He pulls back, slow, gentle. Sad to leave Grian's warmth, but tingling with the pleasure of friction on his cock. Backing up, moving his hips, until he's almost pulling out. Just his head left inside.
And he thrusts forward. Hard. Rocks into Grian and feels his brain cells fizzle away. Then again. And again.
Muffled slapping sounds fill the air. Scar's pace is careful, not too fast yet, wanting to draw out their shared pleasure for as long as he can. He can't spill too fast. Not until Grian lets him.
Despite his speed, Grian seems to be enjoying himself, pressing down around his clit and tensing his thighs. "Ah- ah- stupid breeding stock. Dumb little- ahh-" His ankles wrap around the underside of Scar's ass, linking together like a chain. He pulls Scar deeper that way. Forces him closer.
Those words remind Scar of his purpose. Why Grian's letting him do this at all. He's meant to be breeding his lover tonight. Meant to knock him up.
That knowledge races through Scar's veins like adrenaline, and his thrusts pick up speed. His balls slap against Grian's taint, sending a vibrating, sharp pleasure out through his crotch. He whines, groans, huffs, like the breeding bull he is, set on filling his broodmare.
Motivating him is the thought of Grian full with their young. Tits, once small, swollen with milk, ready to feed their children. Body growing and changing because of him. Because of their babies.
Hopefully more than one. Scar wants a whole litter. Needs to see Grian fill out so far with them, that he can barely walk around, needing help with the smallest of tasks. Of course, Scar would be right there to do anything demanded of him, obedient and mindless. Just the sight of Grian would turn his thoughts to useless mush.
He wants it so bad. Wants to see them grow. Maybe Grian would have to tell him what to do, how to care for them, but he'd do it. Anything asked of him.
"Breed me, breed me, come on." Grian's mantra plays out over and over again in Scar's mind. Hazing over other thoughts. Obliterating his higher functions.
Whatever. Those aren't important. He's Grian's breeder, all he needs to do is cum. And make Grian cum.
He slams his hips down. Picks up his pace. Braces his arms to take his weight and fucks into that beautifully tight cunt like it's his only purpose. Because it is. He doesn't know anything else.
Bouncing against him, Grian cries out. His muscles tighten. "Stupid horny stud. Only thinking with your dick. Gosh-"
Words try to form in his mind, but it doesn't really happen. Yeah, Scar is a stupid... whatever Grian said. Yeah. Yes. Stupid slut. He's chasing his pleasure. There's nothing else. All that matters is Grian and pleasure and breeding.
Scar's mind latches onto the last few expressions it knows. "Oh gosh- oh gosh- Oooh-" He's close. Reaching his peak. He can taste it on his tongue, feel it in his guts, boiling up to the point of breaking.
But he can't. Not yet. Grian gets to cum first. He has to. Or else- it won't work? Is that right? Scar isn't sure. He can't think.
The only thing on his mind is breed, breed, breed. Thrusting hard and fast and dirty, slick pooling between them onto their sheets.
He has to keep going. Keep fucking. He's a good, dumb, breeding stud. Doesn't need thoughts. Only the cloudy, fuzzy, soft hum of pleasure rushing through him. It seeps into his brain and lets it drip away, melting it into nothing.
Fine. He doesn't need that. Needs Grian. Needs to breed. Scar doubles his pace. Desperate. Seeking release like a man possessed.
"Scar!" Grian's hands fly to his back, nails stabbing into his skin. "There! There!" He lets out a long, whining moan, and finally, finally cums.
The clenching, pulsing, tightening warmth around Scar's cock is enough to push him over the edge too, burying himself deep as he climaxes right against Grian's cervix. The muscles suckle and squeeze him like they're trying to milk him dry. Like they know Grian needs to be knocked up.
Scar's hips roll softly against Grian, each shot of cum sending ripples of pleasure down his spine. He fills his partner up like a good breeder. A good bull. Fills him up with his seed, which is sure to take.
He can't wait. Anticipation already stews in his gut, mixing hard with the pleasure of his climax. He pants and whines, imagining his cum seeping into Grian's womb, seeking out an egg, getting him nice and knocked up so everyone knows what they did.
An agonised, wailing moan leaves him. Something warm drips down his face. His mind swims in a sea of pleasure.
Flat palms leave his back. Return to his arms. Squeezing the muscles there. He can hear Grian's breathing over his own. Strong, heavy, gasping things. A beautiful sound.
Thudding- a heartbeat- echoes in Scar's ears. Sweat beads over his skin. His thrusts come to a stop, though his cock still pulses.
Grian's hand touches his face. "S-so what d'you think, stud? Did you breed me good?" He's completely breathless. Completely wrecked. Hair all over the place, eyes wet and teary, body shivering. Scar thinks it's the most gorgeous thing in the world.
His cock drools a few final spurts of cum. It drips from Grian's cunt, slicking up their crotches. "Mhmmm..." Dazed, fucked stupid, Scar lets his arms lower him down. He rests against Grian, warming his softening cock in that tight, inviting hole.
It's amazing. He doesn't need to know more. Pleasure washes all over his body, through his mind, clearing it of any deeper thought.
Nothing matters but the body beneath him. All knocked up and full. Satisfied finally by the prime breeding stock Scar is, stuffed with virile, potent cum.
Except, no. Grian runs a hand over Scar's spine, making him quiver. "Hm... I dunno... you're pretty dumb, but surely even- ah- even you can tell it didn't take."
How Grian would know that so soon, doesn't come as a question in Scar's mind. Because Grian is smart. Much smarter than Scar, who is just a dumb stud, good for nothing but breeding. So, he must be right. Scar wouldn't know.
"Ohh... really?" he slurs. Disappointment aches in the space of his chest. Did he do a bad job? If he can't even get his lover pregnant, what can he do?
And Grian wanted it so badly. He's been a failure on all parts, shamefully chasing his own pleasure without thinking.
Rolling his eyes like it's a stupid question, Grian brings his hand down to his own stomach. Caresses the small pouch of fat there. "Yes, really. Fancy another round, stupid?" Instantly Scar's mind lights up. He gets to go again? Gets to fill Grian up again?
Another chance! He can prove himself, then. Prove that he's a good breeder. He's a dumb thing, but he's worthy of Grian's cunt.
He must look excited, because Grian scoffs. "Of course you do. What do I expect? You're lucky I'm so generous." Like he's doing Scar a favour. Giving in to his stupid, animal instincts.
To be fair, Scar is a stupid animal. Following the instinct of his pleasure, not his brain (if he even has one). Grian is so good to him. Indulging him like this. Helping him reach his peak. Breeding with him again and again and again.
"Mmmhm. Grian." Scar rolls his hips, earning himself a pretty gasp. "Yeah." He nuzzles against Grian's neck. Leaves little kisses everywhere he can.
Salty skin, soft under his lips. His lover is so beautiful. So radiant. He'll look so good swollen and full with their babies.
Scar needs to provide for him. To love him up, stuff him full, and keep him satisfied. Play his role as the breeder, the bull. And he wants it. Wants to kiss and fuck and touch all the time.
With a giggle, Grian lays his palm against the back of Scar's neck. "Cute. Let's see how dumb we can really get you, huh?" It should register as a threat. A warning, maybe, of the night yet to come. But after everything, Scar thinks maybe he is too dumb to care.
Besides, the subtle dread pooling in Scar's gut is nothing compared to the sweet pleasure fuzzing up his mind.
hiiii i'm gonna be super predictable. trick or treat with scarian pls
Weow, who coulda guessed /silly /t
Scar just wanted a Mob permit, man! And this form is ridiculous! Why does he have to go around asking for red tape from everyone? Why does he have to like Casio watches? Why does he have to run laps around Gem's lighthouse, and why on earth does he have to do it naked???
Some of these questions just feel targeted. Scar has to wear a collar for a week, leather and prismarine sourced from Grian's own shops (and he doesn't even give a discount, the bastard). He has to get fucked by 3 other hermits. He has to fuck himself with a fishing rod. The further down the list, the more depraved the commands get.
When he finally gets back to the Permit office, Grian looks all too smug, taking in how disheveled Scar looks, the slight limp in his gait and the collar he forgot to take off after the week had passed. Fed up, Scar doesn't bother with any pleasantries, walking right up to Grian, grabbing him by his stupid tie, and bending him right over his own Permit desk to fuck him senseless.
Grian loves the rough treatment, of course, immediately rutting back into Scar as he's pounded over his own desk. Scar is merciless when he's had enough, and Grian loves him for it. But right as Scar finishes, as Grian's approaching the edge himself, Scar reaches down and squeezes the base of his dick just enough to stop his orgasm in its tracks. And then he leans into Grian's ear, and growls;
going to be going through my followers list soon and weeding out all the people with no age somewhere visible on their blog. i try to screen new followers as they come in but sometimes i miss things, so here's your warning now. you get a few hours. if you add one later, feel free to message my sfw blog (@splish--splash--minecraft) and I'll unblock you.
You can enjoy things in fiction that would be awful in the real world. Like playing a murderhobo in a game! In the real world, being or supporting a murderer-thief would be pretty damn awful, while in the game it's just good fun. Same with anything else you choose to do with the pixels on the screen, like kinks that don't affect anyone real, so they're okay in fiction, but would be pretty damn bad in real life.
No one else is responsible for your online experience. They are required not to harass you, but they are not and never will be obligated to not post about ships, kinks, or tropes you dislike just to avoid you seeing them. It's up to you to blacklist words or phrases, block tags, or even block users as needed to avoid seeing content that upsets you.
No one can force you to read anything against your consent. Any content you don't like seeing can be instantly avoided by closing out of the offending post/fic.
You are not owed an online experience free of discomfort.
Nothing that happens in your imagination can ever make you a bad person. Words you write or read about fictional characters will never make you a bad person.
The claim that media consumption influences real-life behavior is intellectually dishonest and serves only to excuse the behavior of real offenders.
Fiction is a safe way to explore horrifying or confusing concepts. Therapists agree that fiction, even (or especially) about taboo topics is a good coping mechanism, especially, but not exclusively, for trauma survivors. Fiction is to adults what play therapy is to children. This doesn't stop being true if the work in question is of a sexual nature.
Sex isn't an inherently worse or better motivation than anything else. A work written to create feelings of arousal isn't dirty, shameful, or in any way less pure than works written to entertain, provoke moral questions, or for other reasons. And worth noting is that multiple purposes can exist in the same story, especially fanfiction.
You aren't entitled to an explanation for why someone reads, writes, or otherwise enjoys certain works, kinks, tropes, ships, etc.
