You can call me Tek. I am an adult, and this space is only for adults. Hard stop. No minors.
—I will block ageless or underage followers—
I post almost exclusively hermitcraft/life series smut- character and cc. Understood?
This blog contains a lot of mcyt RPF. Don’t like, don’t read!!
My faves are: Mumbo, Grian, Scar, and Gem. c and cc for all <3
I’m most into: age gaps, petplay, impact/roughness/choking, somnophilia, and breeding
(I also like a lot of other things! Mommy/daddy kink, noncon/dubcon/cnc, eggs, creature hybrids… to name a few)
I’m open to most things. Please don’t send me anything with feet, vomit/scat, beastiality, rpf snuff (Minecraft is fine), or little children. No slurs either, please. While noncon is fine, I don’t want anything with Mumbo or impulse as perpetrators.
I have bad emetophobia so try to avoid any talk of stomach sickness, please
If I didn’t mention something, assume you’re fine to bring it up! I like hearing what people are into, even if I don’t know if I am!!
I love asks- you’re welcome to send me questions or thoughts! I DO ask that you specify whether you’re talking about character or cc, though (just so I write the right things). If you don’t care which, you don’t have to say anything extra, but if you do mean just one or the other, lmk :]
DMs are cool too, but I’m pretty bad at holding conversations and have terrible social anxiety so be warned about that
I tag characters with a period after the first letter of their name (g.rian). Ships get a period between ‘words’ (red.scape). Content tags are in square brackets and shortened ([pet])
As someone who hates making decisions and very much just wants to be instructed and told what to do in everything life related, Grian's control issues are kind of hot. Like yes, red flag, obviously. But also, red is his colour is it not?
I’m fascinated by some of the remarks Etho makes about masculine people presenting more fem.
It’s mostly harmless, it just seems like leftover attitudes from the early 2010s internet era. I’m not trying to “cancel” Etho or anything, I’m just interested cause it really stands out to me compared to most of the hermits attitudes towards gender bending.
Like. Scar showed up in his Christmas skin dress and Etho made a comment to a nearby copper golem like “now, when you grow up, you don’t wanna be like him”
And when bdubs “cheated” on Etho with Jimmy in Past Life, Etho made some remark like “how can you trust a guy who wears eyeliner!”
How "antiship" and similar communities in the YouTuber fandom space actively seek out ways to make their "faves" uncomfortable and end up sexually harassing both the content creator and the fan creator in an attempt to white knight for their "faves".
Mcyt boundaries and you: a recent history and exploration into how fandom-dictating boundaries exacerbate parasocial relationships and lead to toxic fan-creator dynamics [including discussions of grooming]
Intersex representation in fanfiction and how to make it less shit
Nsfw spaces and Building Better Communities Together [Tumblr focus]
Comprehensive argument in defense of "proship"
No one is right about what "proship" means, especially not proshippers
Just write a female character: thoughts on sexism in fandom spaces
Just write a black character: thoughts on racism in fandom spaces
Exploring trans representation in fandom: common tropes and where they fall short
Let's all stop talking about harry potter
Straight ships and you: girlbosses and the men they babysit
Delete Twitter Now [Making yourself mad on the internet in the age of digital self harm]
(referencing my previous ask) and bonus points if they don't actually confess, they just kinda be like "well I guess this is what the situation demands and of course I'll help you, that's what any good friend would do" and afterwards Bdubs is really unwell about it and is obsessing over the memory and thinks Etho has no real feelings for him so he's just clinging onto this because he thinks it's all he's ever gonna get and maybe he's acting really weird around her, (maybe acting like a creep, maybe Etho feels uncomfortable about it, maybe she regrets asking Bdubs for help, maybe she fears he'll try to take advantage of her for a second taste), and Bdubs feels really guilty about helping because like obviously Etho just needed help from a friend but now all of Bdubs' feelings have to get involved, maybe he thinks of it like emotional rape. Anyways. I just think both of them should feel terrible about it.
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YAYYYYYY!!!!!! YIPPEEEE!!!!!!!
No one should be happy about it. Etho should be just as miserable thinking she took advantage of Bdubs. Yayayayayayy. Locking them in a room until they get their shit together
prompt: Gem and Etho playing on her 30th birthday around the "biological clock" and having a wild breeding session even though they dont actually believe in that/want a kid. Just like, 30 creampies (or however many it takes for the plot)
cw: rpf, nsfw, breeding, pregnancy kink
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“Jeez,” Gem sighs, adjusting where she’s flopped on her couch as Etho starts to crowd over her. “More?”
His hands are insistent when they ruck up her shirt just enough to touch the skin of her waist, his mouth finding her throat.
He hums, not an answer, and Gem automatically spreads her legs to let him push closer.
“I only just cleaned up,” she complains, and Etho drags his teeth across her skin. “Again.”
“So stop cleaning up,” he murmurs, making Gem snort.
“How many more times are you gonna do this?”
She's been trying not to think about the fact that Etho will be heading home soon, back to his own corner of Canada. She kind of hopes he plans to fuck her as many times as physically possible before that happens.
One of Etho’s hands shoves at her skirt and it doesn't take him long to find out she never bothered to put on panties after her shower.
He leans back enough to meet her gaze, lifting one brow, and Gem bites her lip around a smile, wordlessly reaching down to pull her skirt out of the way, showing off where she's already starting to get wet at just the thought of him.
Etho exhales roughly, scrambling for his belt, seeming frantic to get it unbuckled.
“God,” she mutters. “It's like you think I'm running out of time.”
Etho's hands falter as he stares down at her with clear confusion in his expression.
“I'm only thirty,” she says. “My eggs aren't gonna shrivel up tomorrow.”
Gem's delighted by the noise of shock Etho lets out, and he freezes, one hand on the inside of her thigh.
“What?” he asks, voice weak and slightly higher pitched.
“So you're not trying to knock me up?” she asks. “Could've fooled me.”
“That's not — you — ”
His frown deepens and she knows he's trying to put two and two together, trying to reconcile what she's saying and how it could possibly be true when she crawled over him in bed that morning to grab and take her birth control pill.
She sees the exact moment it hits and he swallows, still watching her.
“Is that what you want?” he asks quietly, like he's scared to say it any louder. “For your birthday.”
Gem shrugs as casually as she can, even as she aches for some kind of touch between her legs.
“You can try,” she tells him, and Etho's grip on her leg tightens. “I’ll leave the mess there as long as you like.”
Etho’s grip tightens again — enough that she knows she’ll bruise — and she lets out a soft laugh.
“What do you think?” she asks.
Which is how Gem finds herself on the floor beside the couch, skirt rucked up out of the way as Etho shoves into her from behind.
He’s rougher than she expects, hands clutching at her waist as he drives into her, and Gem stretches out her arms to rest her cheek against the inside of her elbow.
She aches every time he pushes in as deep as he can get, just a little too big for her to take comfortably, and she can’t stop the moans that keep escaping from her — little ah ah ahs with every thrust.
“How many loads do you think it’ll take to work?” she gets out, voice muffled by her own arm, and Etho doesn’t slow down. “Thirty?”
She likes the thought of him trying that many times, of him wringing himself dry just to keep her filled.
“Or do you think it already has?”
That makes Etho worse.
He lets out a weak noise, hands scrabbling at Gem’s sides, like he’s trying to pull her further onto his cock, and Gem arches her back just a little more to encourage him deeper.
He’s desperate and Gem smiles even as she feels herself getting closer to the edge.
“More,” she begs, and she knows both of their knees are going to be ruined by the rug they’re on.
She reaches out, bracing herself against the coffee table as he picks up speed, their bodies loud with how wet Gem is, and she knows she’s only going to get wetter.
“Come inside me,” she begs. “Push it deep.”
One of Etho’s hands slides around to her stomach, pressing tightly as though imagining what they could do together, what it would be like for Gem to actually be pregnant.
“This time,” Etho exhales. “This time.”
It sounds like a plea to the universe, and the trembling in his voice has her clenching and shaking beneath him as she comes, not even needing to touch herself. It’s enough just to think about Etho wanting it, of him trying his hardest to knock her up.
He groans, like the feeling of her tightening around him is too much, and he barely lasts a handful more thrusts before he gives Gem what she wants, coming and thrusting just enough to nudge it up against the tender spot inside her.
“God,” Gem sighs, basking in the weight of him over her, how he reaches for her face, turning her just enough to be able to find her mouth for a kiss.
“Don’t move,” he tells her when they finally break for air, and his hands are tight on her waist when he pulls out. “Stay right there.”
Gem doesn’t plan on moving at all. She keeps her hips up even as she sags further against the arm below her head.
His hand smooths up the back of her thigh, and Gem gets the impression that he’s staring at the mess he’s made of her.
“We should’ve tried that sooner,” she sighs, and Etho makes a quiet noise.
