I need all of you to walk with me okay. Scar with erectile dysfunction. I've been trying to look into the different ways ED can present and what sex is like with it. So all of you have to hear about it.
Scar isn't really affected by his ED, he doesn't really get hard but he's still able to finish. He likes to experiment with toys and test things out with himself.
It does become a problem when it’s his first time sleeping with one of his coworkers. Scar has never felt embarrassed about himself until that moment, his nerves were all over the place, working himself up to that moment. When he’s anxious, he struggles with finishing as well. Scar fumbles hard over his words, trying to explain it’s not them it’s him, he’s thought about them so much that he’s nervous about doing well.
Scar’s worst fear is making his partner feel like they’re doing something wrong. Even though they’re so understanding with him. There’s so much foreplay, gentle kisses and caresses, taking it slow for him and really enjoying being with each other. Scar is only able to get half hard, but they don’t mind. They gently guide his dick into themselves, sinking down on him.
They cockwarm him, gently moving their hips. He fills them up perfectly, pressing right where they need him. They trail their hands across his body, murmuring praises of how good he feels, that he’s perfect for them. All of Scar’s nerves bleed away, all he can focus on is their voice and how warm they feel around him.
When he finishes, he doesn’t know if he’s ever came that hard in his life. Scar holds onto their hips for dear life, his body going limp. When they pull off of him, his cock is still drooling, dripping onto his stomach. He knows he left them feeling empty, but they didn’t seem to mind.
Scar is worn out by the end, but he feels incredible. He’s excited to experiment more with his other friends, considering how well his first time went.
I love mob eggs!! Please use these ideas, I would love it. So, this is just me yapping about mob behavior and eggs
Warden
Warden eggs look a lot like skulk, therefore they are often laid on skulk in order to camouflage the eggs. They’re mostly a translucent deep dark blue, glowing a vibrant glowing turquoise from inside. Their eggs are on the larger side, close to the size of a baseball when first laid. They have a very slow incubation period, growing larger over the course of a month. They’re very sensitive to light and will only hatch if left in complete darkness for the entirety of incubation. Clutch sizes range from 1-3 eggs and it isn’t unheard of for Warden’s to seek out players to lay eggs in.
Sniffer
Their eggs are huge, with the dual colored shells having rough ridges. The eggs are incredibly sturdy as well, it is almost impossible to break them open. Sniffers can be incredibly protective over their eggs as well, that does include protecting players if they’re carrying a sniffer egg. Sniffers will normally lay their eggs in a makeshift nest, but if they’ve been taken care of by a player, they will view them as a mate and will try to lay an egg in them. These eggs have a long incubation period as well, although it is generally shorter due to sniffers using their bodies to keep the egg warm, which can speed up incubation. This may also be a reason they view players as mates, as players can also achieve this.
Vexes
Vexes have small, translucent silvery blue eggs that are the size of marbles when first laid. These eggs are very sensitive to temperature, vexes will lay them in the darkest and coldest areas they can find, they do not stay around to protect their eggs. They lay very large clutches of eggs, almost 20 at once. Due to the fact they do not protect their eggs, it’s not uncommon for only a few eggs to survive. These eggs will hatch after only a few days, almost tripling in size as the vex grows. They are not known to view players as mates, due to vex eggs needing cold temperatures that players’ bodies can not provide.
Allays
Allays have similar eggs to Vexes, their eggs are the same size, but are a translucent bright blue that matches their normal colors. They are similarly temperature sensitive, but their eggs need warm temperatures to survive. They only lay clutches of about 15 eggs and will protect their eggs closely. They also don’t seem to view players as mates, but they will offer their eggs to trusted players to take care of. These eggs will also hatch within a few days and grow rapidly in size.
Spiders/Cave Spiders
They are to a certain extent similar to tarantulas. They will lay a large clump of small eggs, held together in a sticky silk clump. When laying in a human, this sticky silk will act as a plug on a player, meaning they are stuck with the eggs for a few days at least. Luckily, these eggs take longer to develop and hatch, closer to a week or two. The variation comes from environmental factors and differences in normal spiders and cave spiders. They don’t have many unique behaviors beyond this, but they will and can bite players, with their venom having a paralytic effect. Only then is there a chance they will attempt to mate, but more commonly they will simply try to attack and kill the player.
Mumbo being a vampire in season 11, except its completely new to him. He doesn't know how to be a vampire, he knows that he needs blood to live, but he's a horrible hunter and is quite hungry for the early part of the season. Tango takes note of this, he isn't afraid to take Mumbo in as a fledgling, teach him the ways of being a vampire. Hell, he doesn't even care that Mumbo makes friends and gets distracted during hunts.. Maybe that's a lie actually.
A lot of Tango's attention is focused on Decked Out, he's building a dungeon that is living and breathing practically, it takes a lot of time and effort. He's collected quite a few vexes, but he's noticed their numbers slowly dwindling and he began hearing more complaints of random vexes flying around the server. Somehow, they slipped out and escaped to attack other hermits. In the wake of that, they had left abandoned nests filled with round, translucent silvery blue eggs.
Incubating Vex eggs was difficult, they were temperamental. But it would be easier to hatch Vexes then try to wrangle a bunch back into containment. And, well. Vampires had the perfect low body heat range for these sorts of eggs. And he just so happened to have a fledgling vampire running around who wanted to please him so much.
It doesn't take much convincing, either.
He's easily able to get Mumbo back to his base, legs spread and pussy exposed. The eggs aren't that big, maybe the size of marbles. But he has a lot he needs incubated. Tango is easily able to press them into Mumbo, watching him whimper and shift as they settle inside him. Tango could easily do a few at a time, but he draws it out, slipping his fingers in as well and pushing the eggs deeper.
Tango makes sure to reward Mumbo a few times as well, shoving his fingers into Mumbo to make sure the eggs don't move and stroking Mumbo's t-dick until he's actually crying, tears clinging to his eyelashes. He's too full, a clear bulge in his tummy where the eggs are. When he thinks he's finally done, practically filled to the brim, Tango guides his dick to Mumbo's entrance.
He's so sweet to Mumbo, kissing him as he gently rocks his hips. Mumbo didn't even think the eggs could get any deeper into him. Tango fucks him very slowly, nipping at his throat and trailing his tongue over the little marks he leaves. He pulls out suddenly, finishing on Mumbo's stomach. As much as he wants to breed Mumbo properly, he doubted Mumbo would be happy with him. Even though Mumbo complains when Tango puts a plug in him, Tango just shushes him and says its necessary.
And well, maybe its a little bonus that Mumbo really doesn't want to move around for the days following. Tango gets Mumbo all to himself.
(also the eggs were all infertile so tango still has to wrangle a bunch of vexes, but new kink unlocked for mumbo!)
Golden sunlight streamed through the glass panes, splashing color across rumpled bed sheets. The wool blankets began to shift as one of the occupants stirred. Grian’s eyes fluttered and his mouth parted in a yawn. As he tried to untangle himself from the mess of limbs, hands wrapped around his waist and Scar tucked his face into the crook of Grian’s neck.
Scar’s breaths came out short and hot against his skin, his thigh slotted between the taller male’s. Warmth crept up his neck as Scar’s hips rutted forward, no pattern to his haphazard thrusts. He let out a sharp gasp, punctuated by a particularly harsh thrust forward.
“Scar?” Grian’s voice was barely above a whisper, brushing a few locks of hair that clung to Scar’s forehead. He tilted his head, pressing into his touch, it was intoxicating in his bleary state. It wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary, they had been all over each other the night before.
“Grian,” He whined back, a desperate noise, aided by whatever dream was playing out in his head. Scar’s lips parted in a broken moan, “Grian, please.”
“Please what?” Grian leaned forward, his teeth grazing the shell of Scar’s ear. He reached down with his free hand, nimble fingers wrapping around Scar’s dick, heavy and hard in his palm. He could feel a damp spot in the fabric where Scar had been leaking precum. Grian pulled him free from the restraints of his boxers, thumb swiping across his slit. “What do you need?”
“I need you, I need to breed you.”
That caught Grian somewhat off guard, blinking blankly at Scar’s flushed face, his eyes still screwed shut. It felt like butterflies were filling his chest and a knot tied itself in his stomach. Pleading, begging, it wasn’t even a want, it was a need for Scar.
Who was he to deny such a request?
Grian let go of Scar, earning a noise of complaint as he quickly discarded his boxers, his own slick already clinging to them. They straddled Scar, biting their tongue as his cock head bumped into his clit, his nervous firing at the touch. It didn’t help that Scar continued to rut upward, rubbing himself between their soft folds.
“Be patient,” Grian managed, reaching for his nightstand to grab the lube. At that moment Scar grabbed onto his hips and angled himself almost perfectly, the tip of his dick catching Grian’s loose entrance. He keened, almost completely collapsing on top of Scar, only caught by his elbow on the edge of the bed.
They needed to catch their breath, settling back down on Scar’s lap. As worked up as he was, he still poured some lube into his palm, trying to warm it up as best as he could. Grian stoked Scar’s cock, relishing in the way his head tilted back and his jaw went slack.
Grian lifted himself up, placing his hands on Scar’s sides to keep himself balanced. They choked on their own moan as they lowered less than halfway onto Scar, their nails leaving small crescents in his skin. There was more control, instead of mindlessly trying to fuck into them, Scar barely even moved. His vibrantly colored wings fluttered and his eyes closed, but when they opened again, Grian felt his blood go cold.
“You couldn’t even wait for me to wake up?” Scar chuckled, still blinking the sleep from his highs. His thumbs rubbed circles in Grian’s skin, holding him up as Grian’s elbows threatened to buckle under him.
“You-“ The hybrid began, his wings fluttering sharply as Scar suddenly let him drop down to the hilt of his dick, the head kissing his cervix. All coherent words died on his tongue, replaced by a shrill whine. Their eyes threatened to roll into the back of their head as they crumpled against Scar, desperately pawing at his boyfriends scarred chest. Grian covered his mouth, trying to muffle what sounded like a plea. “Breed me-“
When Grian looked up, he saw Scar had the most shit eating grin on his face, a knowing look glinting in his eyes. He lifted them up, ushering Grian onto shaky knees before letting them drop back down, filling him up. “Are you doing okay?”
Grian glared at their lover, rolling their hips. It felt like he was being molded around Scar’s dick, his nerves frayed as he was filled so perfectly. Stars speckled at the edges of his vision and he lifted himself up, barely able to hold his own weight before he dropped back down, crying out in pure pleasure. Scar was just fucking watching, watching Grian try and bounce on his cock. “You’re such a good boy, look at you go.”
Tears welled in Grian’s eyes, clinging to his eyelashes. He was at the edge, the warmth pooling in his stomach was about to spill over. Scar was merciful, rubbing quick circles into Grian’s sensitive clit. “Cum for me prince.”
Scars nail brushed against the sensitive bundle and the dam broke. Grian grinded against Scar, urging him deeper as his climax overwhelmed him. He could feel his cum spilling out from around Scar, making a mess of himself. His head felt so fuzzy, static filled his ears. Scar gently fucked him through it, letting him come down from his high, making his insides feel sticky with precum but it wasn’t enough. He twitched with each small movement, his limbs like jelly from overstimulation. Grian went limp, grasping onto Scar for dear life.
“Dove? Are you still with me?” Scar cupped Grian’s face, tilting his chin up. They felt like they were on fire, about to combust at any second. Scar brought them into a kiss, holding them so gently, a work of art that would shatter if handled too roughly. Their eyes were blown out, their mind was a million miles away. “Do you still want me to breed you? Give you a few eggs?”
Yet, they still gave the most enthusiastic nod. Words had forsaken them long ago. Scar pulled them into another kiss, letting Grian completely relax. His thrusts were shallow, trying to not cause them to pass out. It didn’t take much to get him to his tipping point, burying himself into Grian and painting his insides white with a shuddering moan. The parrot hybrid trilled weakly, although contently.
They bit back a complaint as Scar eased them off of him. Cum dribbled out from between their swollen folds. They sank into the bedding, rubbing their face in a pillow. All of their energy was drained and all they could feel was the warmth spilling out from between their thighs. Grian let his eyes flutter shut, about to drift off to sleep. Scar spread their legs apart, pressing a warm rag to their cunt, dabbing the mess of fluids away.
Grian tried to force their legs closed, stretching a colorful wing out in hopes that it would smack Scar square in the face. Scar just leaned over him and gave him a quick kiss, his voice like honey, “I need to clean you up. It’ll be over in a second.” He was ultimately right, wiping down Grian’s thighs as well. Then, he pulled a blanket over them and tucked them back into bed. They placed a hand over their stomach, feeling a bit different. Part of them hoped that this would lead to something, that it actually took. The majority of him knew that it wouldn’t lead to anything. It never had before, what would change now?
He can’t bring himself to care at that moment, his thoughts slipping away as he begins to fall asleep. He can feel Scar begin to preen his wings, fingers running over his feathers in search for any loose ones. The sensation begins to fade and soon enough he’s floating in nothing.
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The few weeks following the encounter seemed normal, Grian didn’t expect anything different. He had bigger things to worry about. He wasn’t going to miss the destruction of a mountain and after a not exactly stellar message from HQ, he had to help fix the shopping district. On top of that he still had something to build.
He could feel himself losing track of time, becoming lost in the monotony of building. As he went on, his limbs felt heavier, it was a struggle to pull himself out of bed each morning. Grian had gathered up every soft material he had at his base, woven wool blankets, sheets made of silk, all bundled together into a nest of comfort in his bed.
Heavy. That’s the only word to describe how the hybrid felt. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. He was hibernating inside the walls of his starter house for days, hoping that the thoughts whirling in his head were wrong.
Scar was the first one to check in on him. He had barely perked up when he heard Scar practically crash onto his doorstep. The clanking of armor followed by an announcement of, “Grian!”
Grian shook out his ruffled wings in acknowledgement as Scar stepped into his bedroom. He was quick to lift up his head when he swore he heard Scar snicker.
“Wow, you look-“ The redstoner had a hand over his mouth, attempting to stifle a bit of a laugh.
“Atrocious?” Grian snipped back, his smile giving away his true feelings. He recognized how much of a mess he was.
“No! No, you just look tired.” Scar tried to save himself, walking up to the mess of a bed. Realization slowly spread across his face. “Are you nesting?”
“What else does it look like I’m doing?” He abruptly sat up, spreading his arms out, it was the clearest thing in the world to him. Scar grinned so brightly, bumping his forehead against Grian’s, placing a hand over their stomach.
“Are you going to have eggs? Are we going to have a family?” Scar’s eyes lit up with joy, such clear hope that he could feel the eggs. Before Grian could even speak, Scar kissed him. Stopped any arguments right in their tracks. Grian wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck, deepening the kiss and letting the moment of happiness linger. He was the one to pull away, his nose brushing against Scar’s.
“They’re not gonna hatch, y’know?” Grian was preparing to see that light flicker out, that flame snuffed out by his words. That didn’t happen. Scar didn’t even falter, nothing but love in his gaze.
“They’ll still be ours.”
Ours.
He meant it. Even if it was only for a few days, he was even more dotting than he normally was. Bringing fish he personally smoked over a campfire, although he did technically steal it from Grian he didn’t need every single piece of cod and salmon he caught. Scar absolutely showered him with love, waking him up with kisses even when he was grumpy from discomfort.
Grian wanted it to be over, feeling the eggs shift inside of him was almost unbearable, the outline of them visible through his stomach. Scar was always at his side, though. He was the one who pointed out they’d be having three. They felt bigger this time around.
It left Grian feeling anxious, weary. Especially when it felt like they suddenly settled. He felt unprepared, but was trying not to panic. Scar was as calm as ever, he put aside his plans for his next redstone build and pulled Grian into his lap.
“It’s okay, you’re going to be fine,” Scar pressed a kiss to Grian’s temple, helping them get their shorts off. Their feathery ears flattened against their head as Scar slipped a hand between his legs. Grian’s body was already preparing, Scar was able to ease a digit into their entrance with little resistance, pressing the pad of his finger against his cervix. It was unmistakable and he hummed in thought, while Grian groaned—from pain or pleasure even he didn’t know. “They’re definitely coming. Can you push, darling?”
“You don’ need to guide me through this,” Grian muttered. There was a lack of malice behind his words. Scar cupped Grian’s cunt, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb in small circles against his clit. Grian practically squealed, the sudden stimulation making his toes curl. An egg slipped out of their womb, their body ultimately relaxing. His body shook as it slid past his g-spot, his vision blurring. By the time the first egg actually popped out, he could already feel the next one pressing against his walls.
“Good boy,” Scar praised, laying the egg down on a towel. Grian was beginning to whimper, clutching onto Scar’s jacket. Scar turned back and spread open their folds, watching as their hole fluttered before the second egg fell out onto the sheets. The third and final one was quick to follow and within a few heartbeats it was over. Grian’s breaths came out in short pants, looking so fucked out after barely being touched. Scar gathered up the two new eggs and added them to the towel, picking up the bundle and showing it off to Grian. “Look! They all look good.”
“They’re pretty much jus’ chicken eggs,” The hybrid chirped, managing to smile. It took quite a bit out of him. Scar gave him a bit of a pout.
“But, they’re still ours.” He looked down at them just like how a dad would look at his actual child. There was this thought instilled in the very back of his mind. What if the stars somehow aligned and they did have an actual child? As Grian looks at Scar, one of if not the kindest and most loving people he knows, he hopes they do align.
Scar is a puppy, but not in the “He’s dumb and unable to do anything on his own and everything has to be done for him.”
No, he’s incredibly smart and capable, but he has limits with regards to his disability. So, it can be very helpful when he’s praised for doing his best, or telling him he’s a good boy for expressing when he’s at his limit and needs a break, and he that he deserves that break so he doesn’t push himself and get hurt.
It makes him so happy and seen, he feels loved. His friends don’t try to take over things he’s struggling with, they tell him they’re there for him and he can ask for help on his terms.
His disability definitely plays a role in intimacy, how much energy he has varies day by day and it takes so much out of him. He just loves this kind of casual intimacy in day to day life. Scar doesn’t really need people to recognize that he goes through more than most people do, but it’s nice.
I think Mumbo would be so good at oral, especially eating other people out. He lives to be between their thighs or have them sitting on his face. Lapping at their folds, his nose against their clit. He leaves their thighs shaking, humping his face like no tomorrow. At a certain point it’s difficult for him to breathe, but who is he to stop them from using him? At the end Mumbo’s mustache is covered in slick, he’s genuinely just such a mess, he’s such a dirty whore for getting on his knees for anyone who even looks his way and he loves it.
With giving head he’s a similar way, he knows how to use his tongue. He knows how to find someone’s most sensitive spots, he knows exactly what to do. One of his favorite things is pulling off and swirling his tongue around the head of their dick, lapping at the tip, he really loves when people cum on his face. It also sticks to his mustache, clinging to it and he can feel it.
He loves looking up at his partner, his eyes half lidded as he watches them utterly fall apart, all he wants is to make his partner feel good, he doesn’t even care if he gets nothing in return. (Mumbo kind of likes feeling used but his partners usually make him feel loved too)
what if the first thing I properly wrote on this account was scar being a pervert and being blackmailed.. guys don’t try out a toy while playing hermitcraft with your mic unmuted cause Grian will use it against you
Mmm I guess i can give you guys a little snippet of the fic im doing
part of my nsfw cc.grian fic below
forced feminization (is it forced feminization if you buy and put on the skirt yourself)
Instead, he was here, allowing his towel to slip from his waist and fall to the floor in a heap. Grian slipped the skirt on, after days of mulling over this very moment. The elastic was a bit snug around his waist, more so than he expected. It was impossible to hide the outline of his body, it even seemed to accentuate the fact that his thighs were bigger than his hips.
The tighter waistband also made him notice the bit of fat he had on his tummy, some pudge that poked out. Grian pushed on, he picked up the white button up t-shirt he had laid out before his shower. The collar matched well with the skirt, but he fumbled with the red buttons, his fingers slipped against the plastic buttons more than he would like to count.
Finally, he looked at himself in the full body mirror. His hair was still damp, curling and sticking to his forehead. He looked a bit worse for wear too, dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep the past couple days. The skirt completely drew his gaze though, the way it hung nicely right above his knees, the way the flowy fabric swayed when he turned his body. Pretty was never a word he attributed to himself. It felt right, in an odd sort of way.
He gently pulled on one side of the skirt, inspecting the delicate embroidery. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and it showed. There was no mistaking the fact that there was a clear imprint of his dick through the silk, especially with him pulling it tighter against his body. It also wasn’t difficult to recognize he was far more interested in this than he could ever bring himself to admit.
