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Pearl in a collar is amazing, that should be the only thing she's wearing

(also may I suggest turning on anon for the ask?)

Yes it should be. She is waiting for hand 🐶🫴

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heyyooo id love to see the smalletho dubcon art! (the one where joel fell in etho's hole i think) love ur arts! <3

oh my god YEAH!! this one is still one of my favourites (just look at etho...... hes so smug)

might be able to get away with just putting this in the readmore?

i still have to find a new place to host my images since discord is gonna start killing links soon oughff

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Consider: PET postal “punishing” Scar for needing to have his mailbox moved

I had a thought about this on the train today and took the travel to write something for it. Not quite as punishing as you maybe hoped for but I still hope you enjoy either way <3

Nsfw under the cut or read on Ao3

Tango groans when he sees Etho's message, "You're on clean up duty this time, Scar clogged the mail system again."

With a sigh, Tango gets up from where he was sitting, taking a break from designing his factory. "Wanna help me chew him out?" He sends the message before flying off towards Scar's base.

Once there, he sees Etho already there, leaning against the walls of the mailbox. "Took you long enough. He fell in two more times by now"

Tango musters him "And you haven't stopped him?" Etho only shrugs in response "Well it's not like I'm the one going down there, seeing where all his things got mailed to."

With a grumble, Tango climbs down the little maintenance shaft, "Keep him from spreading more of his bits while I'm down there." And since Etho was the one who built almost all of the mailboxes, Tango can’t really refuse.

The sound of the other man's voice barely carries down, "Can't make any promises."

Making sure nothing is clogged up by tools, a stray arrow or one of too many ender chests, Tango finally emerges to find Scar and Etho in a rather intimate scene.

Climbing up the ladder, back onto the grounds of what will become Scar's base, Tango pokes his head out and can't not see Etho, leaning casually against the sturdy wall of the contraption and Scar, on his knees, with the other’s dick in his mouth.

Flushing incredibly red, Tango ducks his head back down, debating which other exit he can take to avoid walking into this, or if he should just sit it out. This is all happening so close to him.

He can still hear the noises, wet, and Etho's slight panting as if it were right in his ears.

"You can join in, you know. Was just keeping him from dying again." Etho's voice calls out from above with a slight chuckle to it. For a moment Tango considers pretending he isn't there, hasn't heard the offer, but as he listens to the sounds, arousal starts to fester in his gut.

In a moment of bravery, or stupidity, Tango decides to ignore any decency and climbs out of the maintenance hatch.

But actually standing there, watching his two friends like this is hotter, but also a lot more awkward, than he could have anticipated.

Thankfully, Etho helps him out of his misery by pulling Scar, who is panting for breath, off his own member and motioning with his head for Tango to come closer.

Tango's steps are still a bit reluctant, his hand gentle on Scar's face as he asks, "You okay with this?"

Scars voice is rough as he already starts fidgeting with Tango's belt, "you got my stuff back so-" the words get interrupted by a moan as Etho pushes a finger into Scar from behind him, glancing at Tango the entire time.

And Tango should hesitate more but Scar's hand is still on his waistband and with each passing second, any remaining doubt about this crumbles further.

Taking a deep breath, Tango takes over, undoes his belt and lets his pants drop down to his thighs.

Scar doesn't seem to want to waste any time, lips wrapping around the tip and the feeling of his tongue brushing over Tango's cock nearly causes his legs to give out.

With a shuddering breath he leans back against the wall, a free hand finding Scar's hair, digging in, not painfully but instead to ground himself.

When Scar starts taking him deeper, Tango curses under his breath, the feeling only intensifying when Etho starts thrusting into the man from behind. Every movement pushes him back and forth between them.

Tango would like to think of himself as collected enough not to move but soon he finds his hip bucking forwards without him really wanting to, just chasing more of the friction, the feeling.

His eyes are closed, Etho setting the pace as Scar moans around Tango's cock, the vibrations of the sound dragging a relieved sigh out of the netherborn.

When he risks a glance down, member immediately twitching in arousal, Etho starts fumbling with the rest of Scar's clothes, helping him out of his pants.

Tango pulls back far enough to remove the shirt too, leaving Scar undressed, toned and muscular body on his hands and knees and a string of spit connecting him to the cock in front of him.

Nearly spilling at the sight, Tango holds his length in front of Scar's mouth and, to his surprise, Etho is the one who gives the last push, gloved hand on the back of his head.

Unable to last much longer, Tango tries to pull back, but with Etho setting the pace he can't. "Wait, I-" Scar groaning as Etho fucks into him sends Tango over the edge, his release spilling down Scar's throat, who swallows it, not really able to complain either way.

As Tango slowly comes down, still feeling the warmth of Scar’s mouth, who he can’t really pull off of him, Etho starts to pant and groan behind him, approaching his own climax quickly.

At the very last second, he pulls out and Tango can watch as streaks of white paint Scar’s ass and back.

For a moment all three of them catch their breath in spent silence until a needy noise around Tango’s now soft member reminds them that one of them hasn’t finished yet. But that someone was also the cause of the mailbox issue today.

Etho shrugs, putting himself away, clearly not making this his issue, so the responsibility falls onto Tango. 

“Well, I’m a bit tired from fishing your bits out of the system, I’ll pass, maybe take a nap.” Tango teases but he knows very well that if Scar were to come by his base later, he’d never turn him down.

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Guitarist fantasy.

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Old art (colored) vs new art, but some things never change.

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Matching nosebleeds and glasses.

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Bunny suit doodle.

Because Etho called Grian a bunny (should be patient with and wait for him to approach). Meanwhile Bdubs said the exact same thing about Etho.

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Joel topping, but like a beast under the tight control of its handler. Like a loyal attack dog, a dangerous wild animal held back only by the orders of the person holding the leash.

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after stream (E) - 2.6k grian x scar/gem/etho/skizz/impulse

TAGS: rpf, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, webcam/video chat sex, implied/referenced cheating, plot what plot/porn without plot, mentioned mumbo

It's late, nearly four am for him and the livestream has just been cut, leaving the six of them still chatting through discord in the hopes of winding down before bed – Grian is too wound up though, more than half hard with his hand already loosely fisted around his cock just from the adrenaline of playing live with an audience and, as always, from all the teasing and flirting and soft chatter from his friends that's been pressed right in against his ears for the last five hours of gametime.

OR: Grian's a little buzzed after streaming, Scar calls him out on it. Things spiral from there.

READ ON AO3 HERE (🔒)

sooooo how about those repo streams on twitch huh 🥴 nothing says i feel totally normal and sane more than waking up and writing 1k before getting out of bed proper… (and then spending the rest of the day adding bit by bit until it's done)

thanks to @grianhole and @crushcandles AND @sparklingbinjuice for putting up with me in general but mostly today

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if you ever think you have it rough rememebr gem geminitay can’t ever fulfill her dream of getting dped by etho slab and pearl escentmoon because they’re both bottoms. count ur blessings

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Etho calling gem to say sorry about calling her "homely" in the REPO gaming, it develops into a confession

I slipped and wrote a thing.

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Gem’s barely ended her stream and closed out of Steam when her Discord starts to jingle with an incoming call.

In all honesty, out of everyone, she expects it to be Grian. Probably still wide awake, needing someone to annoy as he gets ready for bed. But she blinks at the name on her screen.

“Did you misclick?” she asks as she answers the call.

“What?” Etho says with obvious confusion in his voice. “No, I meant to call you.”

She stares at the screen, brows pulling down into a frown. She’s worked with him for years, but she’s still no closer to understanding anything about him — including why he’d feel the need to call her right now.

“Were you missing me?” she asks. “It’s been a whole thirty seconds since we last spoke.”

“I — no,” Etho says with a barely-there laugh. “I just — ”

She doesn’t interrupt, letting the silence stretch as she waits for an explanation from him, knowing he has to crack eventually.

“I didn’t know that’s what it meant,” he says abruptly, and Gem blinks.

“What?”

“Homely,” he clarifies. “I looked it up after everyone — I don’t think you’re ugly.”

There’s a tightness forming in her stomach, a knot of anxiety that grows with every word Etho says.

She waits an extra beat before saying, “Okay?”

“That’s why I called,” he continues, and then falls silent, letting her turn over the words in her mind.

“You called to tell me you don’t think I’m ugly.”

“Yeah, you — I don’t think you’re homely.”

It’s one of the most bizarre interactions she’s ever had with him. Including the time he flat out asked her in the middle of a Hermit Meeting what an ethogirl was. And she’d had to explain the concept to him in front of twenty of her much older peers.

“Thank you?” she replies, adjusting her mic, staring at where his icon flickers, picking up sounds — maybe his breathing — though she can’t hear anything. “You could’ve just said that earlier.”

“I didn’t want to make the game awkward.”

He doesn’t offer anything more than that and Gem purses her lips.

“So, this is an apology,” she says and there’s a long beat where he doesn’t answer, like maybe he nods before realizing she can’t see.

“Yeah. I thought — ” Etho could probably explain his thought process until he’s blue in the face and she still wouldn’t get it. “ — to clear the air.”

“There wasn’t really anything in the air,” she tells him. “I didn’t take it personally.”

“Oh,” he says quietly. “You sounded upset.”

“I was surprised,” Gem admits. “I expected it from Skizz, but not you.”

She laughs, but he doesn’t follow suit, and it feels like she needs to offer him an olive branch.

“Say the magic words,” she tells him, “and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

She wants to hear him say I’m sorry. She could be the first person ever to get a genuine apology from Etho and she’s not going to miss the opportunity.

“Magic words,” he echoes, and she finds a little joy in watching him struggle to understand.

“Those two little words,” she encourages. “I want to hear you say them.”

There’s a heavy silence from Etho’s end of the call.

“What?”

His voice is weaker, not as boisterous as it usually gets when he’s joking around, trying to rile her up. He’s struggling to keep up, losing her line of logic.

“We were just talking about it,” she presses. “I want to hear you say it. Just for me. No one else has to know.”

She smiles as she hears him pull in a heavy breath, and it’s clear he’s overthinking — whatever it is that’s buzzing around in his mind, he’s twisting it into knots.

“I — ” he starts and then stops. “You’re hot.”

He says it in a rush, almost too quick for her to decipher the words, but then she freezes.

“What?”

“If I’d known what homely meant, I wouldn’t have said it,” he carries on. “But I think — you’re very attractive, Gem.”

Silence fills the space between them and in the corner of her screen, she sees the time tick up by another minute.

“Are you still there?” he asks eventually and Gem finally blinks.

“I meant I’m sorry,” she says with a heavy exhale, her whole face burning as her hands clutch at the edge of her desk. “The two words: I’m and sorry. I wanted to be the first to get an Etho apology.”

She draws in a ragged breath and the silence grows heavy again.

She has no idea what to do with the information, and she’s not sure what’s worse — Etho thinking she’s plain, or Etho thinking she’s hot.

“I — I’m sorry,” he says and she hiccups out a laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“Oh my god. It’s a little late to say it now, Etho,” she tells him. “I actually think I need another one.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and he sounds so earnest that Gem can’t even make fun of him for it. “I didn’t — I thought — ”

He’s going to tangle himself in his own thoughts and find a way to never talk to her again if she’s not careful.

“You thought I was asking — why would the magic words ever be you're hot?”

“I don't know,” Etho starts. “I — are you mad?”

“No,” Gem says quickly, and it's the truth.

The EthosLab just admitted to thinking she's hot. She's not mad at all.

“I think it's a little unfair,” she tells him, taking a breath, and he pauses.

“Why unfair?”

She adjusts her mic again out of habit.

“I don't know what you look like,” she says, “so I can't comment on your appearance at all.”

“Oh,” he replies carefully. “Maybe that's for the best.”

“Are you homely, Etho?” she asks, unable to stop her smile, and she knows he must hear it in her voice because he lets out a breath that's almost a laugh.

“I think I deserve that one,” he tells her gently, and Gem's smile widens.

“I think so,” she agrees. “Though you could always prove me wrong.”

She's pushing at boundaries she never would normally, but she has a feeling his guilt is eating him up inside and that always tends to work in her favor.

“I don't think I could.”

“Still camera shy?” she asks and Etho lets out a breath.

“No, I could show you my face, I just don't think it would prove you wrong.”

She laughs outright, head tipping back, and after a beat, he joins her with his own familiar, breathy laugh.

“That's better than any apology,” she tells him when she finally collects herself again and he hums quietly, not quite an agreement.

“I'm sorry,” he says, and his tone is even and careful — he means it.

“I know, Etho,” she sighs. “Thanks.”

It falls quiet between them, the silence not as awkward as before, but when Etho doesn't try to break it, she knows she has to.

“I appreciate the confidence boost,” she tells him, “but I actually do need to go to bed.”

“Sure,” he agrees, and then after a beat, adds, “Sleep well.”

She can't quite keep the smile out of her voice when she says, “Goodnight, Etho.”

She ends the call, quickly logging out and turning off her computer before anyone else can think to message her. She's had enough surprises for one day.

When her monitor finally goes dark, she leans back in her chair, blowing out a heavy breath.

Her cheeks are still hot with her flush when she brings her hands up to her face, and she can't help but let out a laugh, high-pitched and slightly manic.

Etho thinks she's hot.

She'll be riding that high for a long while.

Carefully, she pushes herself to her feet, stretching out the aches from sitting for so long, and on her desk, her phone dings quietly.

For a moment, she thinks seriously about switching it off, too. But with a sigh, she grabs it and opens her notifications.

It's a DM from Etho on Discord.

“One apology was enough,” she mutters to herself, wondering if he's decided she needs it in writing too.

But then the message opens and she realizes it's not another apology; it's a photo. A photo that's been marked as a spoiler.

Gem's stomach flips as she stares, but after a second, she taps the screen to clear the filter.

It's dark and blurry as hell, but there's no doubt it's a man's face.

Etho's face.

As she stares, their chat shifts and a new message from Etho appears.

Homely? he asks, and Gem's jaw drops.

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Beyond average shirtless man.

With an old haircut.

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Collection of this guy. Don't know who Etho is, don't look at me.

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the pope died...

bonus :3

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Thank you for drawing bunny Etho, am so normal about it (lie). Love you and your art ♡

thank you !!! heh one more bunny etho 🐰

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easter bunnyyy etho yay

from the easter themed magma hosted by the lovely @cupofmysteriousfluid!

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sprry i keep thinking abt es having his nose bleed whilst doing cubs maze. i need him to see a hot person and have his nose bleed abt it. i need his nose to start bleeding during sex so i can lick it up.