#hermitnsfw

[songbirdsanctuary]

3rd life Scarian smut.

Recipe: 2 grain's of Angst, 10 cups Fluff, stir for 1 min, bake at 360 for 20 min or until fluffy. Note: I think I added a bit to much Fluff, and I forgot about in the oven so it was in there for 45 min.

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 2,325

Night was falling over the desert as Grian and Scar were getting ready for bed. Scar, who was now a red name, kept agusting and reagusting how the blanket covered him.

“Scar? Are you ok?” Grian asked. Scar’s once colorful cat tail flicked.

“Yea.. It’s just… Just a bit colder than I remember it being at night..” Grian sat down on his own bed. “It could be a red life thing? You are the first red life.” Scar huffed. “Grian? Can I sleep in your bed to see if it warms me up?”

Grian’s wings puffed up a bit at the suggestion, “I mean.. If you want?” Scar chuckled when he saw the light pink on Grian’s face. He stood up and walked over to Grian’s bed and lay down. Grian after much hesitation lay next to Scar. Grian was on his side with his arm hanging off the bed. Scar was also on his side but facing Grian.

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As the night embraced them in its gentle embrace, Grian found himself on the brink of sleep, his body growing heavy with the weight of the day's adventures. Scar's sudden movement caught him off guard as he shifted closer, his arm encircling Grian in a tentative embrace.

At first, Grian tried to dismiss the intimate gesture, telling himself it was merely a comforting touch from a friend. However, the undeniable pressure of something firm against his backside sparked a flurry of conflicting emotions within him. Was this merely a product of Scar's unconscious movements, or was there something more unspoken and untamed pulsing between them in the darkness?

Lost in his thoughts, Grian grappled with the uncertainty of the situation. His mind raced with questions that dared not breach the silence between them. Was Scar awake, aware of the effect his proximity had on Grian's senses, or was he merely asleep, driven by dream he was having.

Despite his best efforts to push the tantalizing thoughts away, Grian found himself unable to resist the pull of curiosity that gnawed at him from within. The mysterious allure of the moment lingered in the air like a whispered promise, tempting Grian to explore the uncharted territories of desire and connection that lay dormant between them. And so, in the stillness of the desert night, Grian surrendered to the enigmatic allure of the unknown, letting his instincts guide him towards a realm where boundaries blurred and inhibitions waned.

As the soft tendrils of slumber began to weave their spell around Grian's consciousness again, a primal urge, untamed and insistent, stirred within him. Despite his best efforts to surrender to the sweet embrace of sleep.

Drawn by an irresistible pull, Grian's body moved of its own accord, a subtle shift that brought him closer to Scar's warmth. An involuntary motion caused his hips to press back into Scar, their bodies aligning in a way that ignited a spark of something electric between them. In that fleeting moment of contact, sensations crackled and pulsed through the air, setting the stage for a clandestine symphony of yearning and connection.

Scar's response was immediate and visceral. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he seized Grian in a tight embrace, his hands traversing the expanse of Grian's form with a hunger that mirrored Grian's own. In the hushed intimacy of the night, Scar's movements mirrored Grian's, a delicate and deliberate rhythm that spoke of unspoken desires and uncharted territories.

"G? Are you awake?" Scar's words hung in the air, laden with a quiet longing that mirrored the tumultuous thoughts swirling within Grian's mind. With a soft murmur of affirmation, Grian met Scar's gaze, the unspoken depth of their connection shimmering in the dark expanse of their shared space.

At the sight of Scar's hesitance, a wave of understanding washed over Grian, bridging the gap between them with a quiet acceptance that spoke volumes. Scar's hand traced a path over Grian's belly, a silent plea hanging in the air between them like a whispered prayer seeking absolution.

In a gesture of unwavering consent, Grian nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come. With a fluid motion, he rolled over to face Scar, their breath mingling in the intimate space that beckoned them closer. As their lips met in a tender kiss, the world around them faded into obscurity, leaving only the intoxicating pull of shared desire that bloomed between them like a forbidden flower.

The kiss deepened with a fervor that mirrored the flames that danced within their souls, each brush of lips and caress of skin a silent vow of surrender to the irresistible pull of their connection. In the tangled web of their embrace, Grian and Scar found solace in the uncharted territory of their shared passion, their bodies moving in synchrony as if guided by an invisible force that bound them together in a dance of unbridled ecstasy.

Grian, sensing Scar's curiosity, began to work on removing his white shirt, revealing a toned and muscular physique that only added to Scar's fascination. As the last button popped open, Grian's eyes met Scar's, filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire.

Scar, unable to resist the allure any longer, pulled his own underwear off, revealing his alrady hard cock. He then moved towards Grian, who had already removed his shirt, now sitting completely naked before him.

His eyes met Scar's, and in that moment, they shared a silent understanding. Scar sat up and pinned Grian to the bed, their bodies entwined. As they began to explore each other's bodies, Scar noticed the intricate patterns of scars that adorned Grian's chest. His eyes followed them downwards, where he discovered a secret that took his breath away.

Grian possessed a vagina, a revelation that sent a wave of desire coursing through Scar's veins. He pressed his fingers against his sensitive clit, drawing a long, lustful moan from Grian. Their passion ignited, fueled by the love they shared and the secrets they held within.

"Safe word or Traffic light signals?" Scar inquired, his voice a soft whisper as he sought to establish boundaries in this newfound intimacy. Grian, his breaths coming in short, passionate pants, responded, "Traffic light signals."

With that understanding, Scar positioned himself between Grian's spread legs, his gaze lingering on the delicate, vulnerable form before him. He began to explore Grian's most intimate parts with tender care, his tongue tracing gentle patterns on Grian's clit, causing him to buck his hips and let out a deep, sensual moan.

As Scar continued his exploration, he couldn't help but be drawn to Grian's nipples, which stood erect and inviting. With a sense of curiosity, he gently flicked one of the sensitive buds, only to be met with a sudden grab from Grian's hand, halting his advance.

"Don't touch there, please..." Grian pleaded, his voice tinged with a mix of vulnerability and desire. Scar, ever the attentive lover, nodded in understanding, his gaze never leaving Grian's flushed face. With newfound determination, he returned his focus to the task at hand, spreading Grian's legs further apart and delving deeper into the hidden recesses of his body.

As Scar pressed firmly against Grian, his fingers exploring the tender flesh within, his moans grew louder, more intense. Scar's other hand reached out to caress Grian's unresponsive nipple, but he stopped himself, honoring the boundaries that Grian had set.

Scar found himself drawn to a new level of intimacy with the one he now cherished above all others. With a steady hand and a racing heart, he withdrew his fingers from where they had been exploring Grian's depths, the hunger within him growing stronger with each passing moment.

Feeling a surge of lust coursing through his veins, Scar could hardly contain himself as he brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the remnants of Grian's essence upon them. The sight of Grian, spread out before him in all his glory, sent a shiver of desire down Scar's spine, his own neglected cock now twitching with need.

Rubbing the slick pre-cum that glistened on his throbbing member, Scar felt a surge of pleasure shoot through him, the anticipation of what was to come driving him wild with desire. With a primal instinct taking over, Scar pressed his hardened length against the inviting warmth of Grian's eager hole, the mere thought of what lay ahead causing his heart to race in exhilaration.

"Color?" Scar breathed out, his voice barely a whisper as he sought out the permission and reassurance he craved from his willing partner. His hand absentmindedly ran through the vibrant feathers of his tail, a nervous tic that betrayed the depths of his desire.

"Green, please," Grian responded, his voice filled with a mix of eagerness and longing that sent a thrill through Scar's body. The sound of Grian's consent was like music to his ears, an affirmation of the connection they shared and the trust that bound them together in this intimate moment.

With a symphony of moans and sighs filling the air, Scar pressed forward slowly, savoring each inch of penetration as he felt Grian's slick walls envelop him in a tight, delicious embrace. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a blend of pleasure and fulfillment that left him breathless and lost in the rapture of their union.

As their bodies moved in unison, a harmony of desire and passion, Scar and Grian became entwined in a dance of love and lust, their souls becoming one in the throes of ecstasy. And as Scar reveled in the feeling of Grian's walls tightening around him, he knew that this moment would be etched in their memories forever, a testament to the depth of their connection and the power of their shared love.

"Fuck.." Scar groaned, his voice filled with raw, unbridled passion as he finally found himself fully embedded within Grian's welcoming embrace. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and desire that threatened to consume him whole.

As the two lovers continued their dance of passion, Grian watched with wide eyes and parted lips, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he observed Scar's every movement. The sight of Scar's body, glistening with sweat and passion, sent a shiver of desire down Grian's spine, the intensity of the moment leaving him breathless and yearning for more.

With a primal urge driving him forward, Scar began to move with a fervor that left Grian's feathers quivering in response. The rhythm of their lovemaking was a beautiful cacophony of moans and sighs, a testament to the depth of their connection and the power of their shared passion.

Pulling back only slightly, Scar's movements were swift and deliberate, each thrust a testament to the raw, uninhibited nature of their love. Grian, in turn, met each of Scar's advances with equal fervor, his own body moving in perfect harmony with his lover's.

As the intensity of their lovemaking continued to build, the air around them seemed to hum with the energy of their passion. Grian's feathers continued to shiver, a visual representation of the emotions coursing through his body, while Scar's eyes locked onto Grian's, a silent promise of the love and devotion that bound them together in this moment.

Their bodies moved as one, their hearts beating in unison, their souls entwined in a dance of desire that transcended the boundaries of time and space. And as Scar continued to thrust into Grian with unyielding passion, the two lovers became one in the throes of ecstasy, their love story etched into the very fabric of the universe.

In this moment, as their passion reached its peak, Scar and Grian knew that they had found something truly special, a connection that would endure the test of time and stand as a beacon of hope and love for all those who dared to seek it. And as their lovemaking reached its crescendo, the two souls became forever intertwined, their hearts and souls bound together in a love that would last an eternity.

As the intensity of their passion reached its peak, Scar and Grian found themselves on the precipice of a shared climax, their bodies trembling with the force of their mutual desire. The air around them seemed to crackle with energy, the very essence of their love and devotion manifesting in the form of a powerful, all-consuming orgasm.

With a final, desperate thrust, Scar cried out in pleasure, his body shuddering as he spilled his seed deep within Grian, marking their love in the most intimate of ways. Grian, too, felt the waves of ecstasy wash over him, his own release mingling with Scar's as they became one in the throes of their shared pleasure.

As their bodies continued to tremble in the aftermath of their climax, Scar and Grian found themselves wrapped in each other's embrace, their hearts beating in perfect harmony as they basked in the warmth of their love. The intensity of their passion had given way to a deep sense of contentment, a feeling of peace and tranquility that enveloped them like a cozy blanket on a cold night.

With soft whispers of endearment and tender kisses, the two lovers cuddled close, their bodies still intertwined as they drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that they had found something truly special in one another. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a cocoon of love and warmth, their souls forever intertwined in the most beautiful of love stories.

As they slept, the night enveloped them, a gentle lullaby that rocked them to and fro, cradling them in its embrace. And as the first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains, Scar and Grian awoke, their love for one another stronger than ever, a bond that would see them through the trials and tribulations of life, and carry them to the heights of happiness and fulfillment.

[optogeneticist-nsfw]

[fagladder]

on my hands and knees… i need ethubs ………

funky perspective B)

nsfw in the link, slash srs

i dont rlly draw them often, but i should do it more i probably LOL

[madebyteenagefury]

this is a test, if you see this while scrolling the tags ive used here please interact somehow! this is a temporary post just for me to work out some logistical stuff, probably will take it down after three days

[anonymousaccount1015]

There are three things that are smoking hot in Minecraft—torches, campfires, and GeminiTay.

[minceraftyuri]

[songbirdsanctuary]

So.. I'm gonna write some Life series smut fics..

I don't write many smutfics but I decided to write some. I'll be posting 2 per series.

[optogeneticist-nsfw]

Scar moves downward, grabbing him, spreading him open. Grian is struck by how visible he is, how Scar is looking at his everything. Can see parts of him in a quality and clarity that he himself can’t easily look at. The thrill and the fear rush through him. He wants to close his legs, to hide, but he also wants to open them wider and show Scar even more. He freezes in place. Scar’s eyes lock on to his. So blown out despite the real sadness within them. Why has Grian never noticed that his eyes aren't green? They’re hazel. “I’m so sorry, G.” And Grian wants to say don’t be sorry, or it’s okay, or you should be, and all the noise in his head burns to static.

Oh no, Grian's getting pollen allergies! Definitely normal pollen, and not s*x pollen (🤮). Not Scarian mutual dubcon sex pollen written by @thrumbo. He needs a tissue! Because of the normal pollen.

uncensored on pixiv (it's non-nude though)

[fagladder]

drawpile crackshipping is real

NSFW, beware! gotta welcome one of the new hermits onto the server somehow :)

the first nsfw ive drawn in over a month. motivation, come to me... <3

also, credit for xisumas design goes to @jofoxes! saved me from figuring out my own design for him on the spot LMAO

[sexyinaratkindaway]

Day 4: Size kink

Pairing: Grian/Docm77

Grian is running, running, running. 

This is becoming a drug, he thinks, bitter. For him, and the others. The seasons are getting faster, closer together. But why wouldn't they want to do it, again and again and again? When the sweet song of adrenaline in their veins is so inebriating, when the sweet haze of red in front of their eyes, screaming for blood is the only thing that makes them feel alive?

Doc took to the formula of the game incredibly well, and incredibly quick. Joel had scoffed at the death messages in chat, but Grian, oh, Grian knew. He knows now, too, flittering between treetops, lost in the adrenaline of the chase. Doc's always been good at playing the villain: the forest is deadly silent, and he drops down on the ground to scout the clearing he ends up in. A noise behind him, like a twig snapping under heavy hooves, and Grian doesn’t have time to jump in fear: there are big hands closing around his waist, there are claws—it seems—thicker than his pinky finger tearing through his sweater, hot breath on his neck and the musk of fur and grime and bloodthirst surrounding him, and Doc is slamming him to the ground.

“You’re a sneaky little birdie,” he rumbles, sounding pleased, “but I’m faster.”

Panic sings through Grian’s bones, and he feels good.

“Doc,” he gasps, “Doc, Doc, c’mon, I’m sure we can…” by the Gods he’s big and warm and heavy on top of him and making his head dizzy, “Uhh, we can figure something out?”

Doc barks out a laugh that makes all the feathers on Grian stand on end. 

“Oh yeah?” he purrs. “And what would you have that could interest me, birdie?”

Doc doesn’t wait for an answer before bearing down on Grian, grinding down on him. Something big and warm tents Doc's sweatpants, presses against Grian's crotch and belly and almost reaches his sternum and Gods Doc is so big it makes Grian dizzy.

"Doc, I know how you're feeling, I get it. I've been red before, I know how it feels. There's… other ways to satisfy this empty feeling."

"Such as?" Doc says, a low rumble that ricochets through Grian's brain.

"Such as…" 

Grian bites his lip.

Is he really doing this?

God, that's hot.

Slowly, he wraps his fingers about Doc's wrist—as big as his arm—to drag it lower, from his shoulder, to his chest, to tickle at the hem of his sweater and slip under to touch warm skin. Doc grins, feral: his remaining eye shines red as bright as the metal one, and his hand curls around Grian’s waist so, so easily. He’s being manhandled like he weighs nothing to Doc, and he probably doesn’t. That big hand bunches his sweater up and up under his throat until his whole chest is exposed, and then a single clawed finger runs through it to rip it to useless little shreds: the same treatment is reserved for his pants, and Doc chuckles when he’s left naked on the grass.

“No undies, Grian?” He purrs, leaning down to fit his face in the crook of Grian’s now bare neck, so big his mouth wraps around his clavicle and chest and throat, sharp teeth leaving painful imprints.

“Eh, they get…” A shiver, because Doc has wrapped a hand around his hip and brought another between his legs to run two fingers along his slit, big and warm and calloused on his puffy cock, “... uncomfortable.”

Doc hums, and then a finger is breaching him. It’s big and warm and calloused and perfect and Grian keens, spreads his legs seeking more and more; Doc smiles and leans down to—Gods—spit on his hand, on the cunt it was buried in: he pumps his finger in and out a couple times to lube him up properly, swirls his finger in a circle, ridges and knuckles dragging against his walls until Grian wants to claw all of Doc’s clothes off and jump on his cock now now now just give me more for the love of all things holy. Doc seems to read his mind, because another finger is prodding at him and it’s so big and tight but it’s also not nearly enough, and Grian bristles.

“Okay, okay, you’ve had your fun, now will you just–”

Doc scissors his fingers open, and Grian is left speechless, whining out a high-pitched little noise.

“Hm. How can you think to take my cock, when two fingers leave you so dumb and whiny?”

Grian doesn’t answer, just grinds against the fingers inside him, tries to make his moans sound alluring enough that Doc might take pity on him.

Doc pumps his fingers in and out, in and out, in and out.

They’re as big as a cock, and Grian wants more.

Then the fingers pop out, leave him dreadfully empty, and Grian doesn’t even notice the rustling of cloth, of Doc pulling his sweatpants down, because now something much bigger and much warmer and much wetter than Doc’s fingers is pressing against his entrance; Grian looks down. Doc’s clit—though it’s so big Grian is willing to put it to the test against any cock he’s taken—is beautiful, peeking out from under all the fur: dark green and pink, flushed and weeping, standing at attention from its cocoon of pillowy looking, slick folds, spread open like a flower: Doc pushes in and Grian immediately forgets the game, the lives, himself, everything. His whole world is reduced to Doc’s fat, puffy cock filling him up perfectly, pressing against his walls and what he’s deliriously sure is his cervix, just long enough to fill him to the brim but so thick it’s making it hard to breathe.

Doc trills a pleased noise, almost like a purr: his big hands move until he’s got Grian perfectly still, holding him by the hips like a little fleshlight; like a little fleshlight, he starts to move him. Up,  down, up, down, slap, slap, slap, slap.

Doc is enjoying himself, muttering half-niceties in the murmuring hiss that is the language of Creepers; Grian lays limp in his hold, fucked stupid on Doc’s cock and the way it presses every button inside him while, at the same time, rubbing deliciously against his own.

It’s quick, for both of them: one moment Doc’s growling, the next he’s roaring his pleasure in Groan’s shoulder, pistoning his hips into a punishing, uneven rhythm until there’s slick splashing on the floor, and the next Grian is enveloped by pleasure, so much he has to scream it, and is coming around Doc’s cock.

It takes a moment for them to regain their breath. Doc slips out of him, pulls up his sweatpants, tumbles to the ground next to him. They stay still for a while, enveloped in comfortable silence, shoulder to shoulder as they get their breath back.

Then Doc sits up and snaps Grian’s neck.

Dammit.

[mysticwinterkit]

This thumbnail is so...

Keralis, don't think you're the only one with horny thoughts about the dungeon. There are dozens of us.

[dom111]

Etho admitted that he is such a fan of Joel. Joel was right, he is so obsessed with him.

literally Etho in his last video admitted that YT recommended Joel's videos and that he saw several of his videos playing hardcore