#💿anon

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

could I request some Arthur Morgan cuddling with a male reader hcs? Please and thank you 🛐

-💿

YESSIRRR I've never written for a rdr character before so forgive me if they ain't good 🙏🙏

•Despite how he may act, he's not the biggest cuddle bug in the very beginning of a relationship. He's never been with another man before, so he sure as hell doesn't know what to expect when cuddling you.

•Will just start off with an awkward fatherly shoulder or back pat, the real rough kind, but he doesn't wanna hurt ya.

•After a few weeks, will hug or just hold you you in a more private setting, he doesn't want the rest of the gang to know you two are together, let alone if Dutch found out.

•And after a month+ of dating he will sneak you into his sleeping quarters to spend the night with you, he'll hold you close and just act like a big weighted blanket when you two sleep next to each other.

•Will constantly wanna at least hold something, like your hip, hands, waist, hell maybe even (gently) grab a handful of your hair, just to know youre still there through out the night.

•Youre kinda like an anchor for him, just knowing you're there and following him and touching him in some way just calms him down, especially after a stressful mission...

•Usually rests his head in the crook of your neck, hair, or behind your head if y'all are spooning and he's behind you. Don't ask him to be the little spoon, he gets grumpy and embarrassed:(

•His favorite cuddling position I would have to say is either where your resting your head on his tummy while between his legs, laying back, or having an arm wrapped around your waist while laying on y'all's back.

•Definitely likes to slowly rub your chest in any cuddling position, it's probably his favorite part of a man in general, he just loves it.

•Even if your a bit bigger or smaller, you will be seated in his lap after you've had a hard day or are crying, will almost crush you with that bear hug he gives you on special occasions<3

(I TRIED POOKIES IM NOT GOOD AT THIS 😭)

[2-dsimp]

Hi there! ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ

Just asking if you could write the yans reactions if darling was willing of their yan tendencies if you haven't already?

Btw if you don't mind could I be 💿 anon?

Take care :3

Ooo that’s an interesting question 👀

I won’t be able to do all 22 of my bois so if you could narrow it down to a certain group (Hitman Team, Monster Gang, or Spin-offs) that’d be lovely.

And yes welcome to the VIP list 💿anon (>^ω^<)

[judeswhore]

I feel like I might combust every time I see a new picture of Jude he just keeps getting better 📀

me too!!!! he just looks so gorgeous

[no-nameno-face]

hey!<3 sorry i didnt answer ive been V BUSY with classes n shit,i bought a slipknot vinyl and a phoebe bridgers vinyl!very diff styles ik but my music taste is just like that😭😭

how are you doing today?xx-💿

Hiiii ����🥹

I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond ��

Slip knot and phoebe??? Periodddd 🤘🏻 that’s how my playlists are too I stg. Like one song will be a fucking banger and the next will make you cry, it’s so silly. I literally listen to everything besides country 🤠

I just loveeee music!! If you ever have any song recs pls send them my way ‼️

I’ve been navigating a lot of shit latley. I’m struggling pretty bad 🥳 I forgot my meds existed for like 4 days so my brain is just kinda mush rn. Lmfao

But!! I’ve been trying to keep myself busy. Getting out of the house, going to the pool (it’s like 110-115 here everyday it’s unbearable 🥵), and forcing myself to hang out with friends cause I’m such an isolator bahahahaha

Definitely doing my best 🥹

How have you been?? 💕

[brackishkittie]

hellooo!

ive been reallly sick rn and your smaus have kept me alive all week 😭😭i love what you doo and make sure to take care of yourself and keep yourself hydrated!<3-💿

oh my goddd this was so sweet 💔💔💔 also I hope u get better mllll, love u lots!! 🩷🩷

[moonlightwonie]

hey um idk how to go about this in a non-patronizing way but 'heyy baby girl (or boy)' is not how you do gender neutral writing 😭 it instantly cuts off the flow and disconnects the reader from what they're reading... don't be discouraged though, you're doing good but i think you'll do even better with more reference

i apologize, i didn’t mean to upset or offend anyone! it was originally for f!readers but someone had asked if it could be for m!readers too, then another asked if it could just be gender neutral; so i had changed it to gender neutral, but i wasn’t thinking fully when i changed it, so i forgot to change that line in particular. so again, i’m very sorry and i promise going forward that i’ll do better when it comes to gender neutral writing and put more thought into my words. thank you for being nice about it though, i appreciate it 🥺🫶🏼

[the-kr8tor]

YOUR REQUEST ARE OPEENNN???🤗

Can you do the thing i aasked a loong time ago about babying Hobie?? 😚

-💽

Ahhh I've been meaning to write something like this! Thank you for the lovely request 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF.

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

You hear the window open loudly, it's so loud that you fear the glass might've shattered, you lean forward on the armchair to take a peek.

You see Hobie still in his suit, his mask thrown behind him in a fit. His face scowls at your lap, but you know his anger isn't towards you at all. Quickly putting the book on the table next to you before he squishes it, you raise your arms to meet him halfway.

Hobie huffs while he practically throws himself on your lap, taking both your arms to securely hold him like his personal seatbelt. His entire weight is on top of you, but you don't mind as you embrace him tighter, pecking his temple in an attempt to smoothen his scowl.

“Legs” he taps your knee, with one word, you already know what he wants.

You part your thighs so he could sit on the chair but still technically sitting on your lap. Hobie swivels around, his long legs dangling off the arm rest, his face resting comfortably on your chest.

Your arm serves as his own back pillow, hand resting on his pec, knuckles rubbing to calm his racing heart. Your other hand is slowly but surely unlacing his shoelaces, one ribbon at a time.

“Feeling better?” You softly say while he plays with the hem of your old t-shirt.

“A bit” he says it with clenched teeth.

You tap his jaw once so he remembers to unclench it. He sighs, you feel his face relax over your chest.

Unlacing his right boot, you put your hand over his ear to shield it from the loud falling sound of his boot landing on the hardwood floors. He grunts, his way of saying thank you.

His socked toes wiggle about as his feet are now free from the heavy boots. He visibly relaxes, his shoulders drooping, head laying fully on your chest. Hobie drops his hand from your shirt to your hip, squeezing the soft skin, making it his own stress ball.

You knead at his nape, trying to release the knot in the muscle. He sinks further into you.

“Sleep” you whisper. “I can feel how tired you are”

“I need to shower” he murmurs against your shirt.

“I'll wake you up after your nap then. For now rest, I'll take care of you”

“Thank you…” His usual energy is emptied out, he conks out almost immediately, his soft snores could single handedly lull you to sleep.

You do your best at reaching his cheek but you could only manage to kiss his eyelid softly. A few minutes past, when you're absolutely sure he's in deep sleep, you take your book back to pass the time while he slumbers and hopefully dreaming of something good.

[cosmossystem]

can pro-endo and/or pro-ship blogs interact with this post or follow us or send asks or something? weve been dealing with right-wingers & medicalists in our notes for like a week now and its been a bad time. and also we wanna make more mutuals on this blog <3

[schlattsdoll]

can we get some intense poly tedschlatt stuff… like them absolutely ravaging reader and like talking amongst themselves abt how good ur being while fucking the shit out of you…

can i be 💿 anon btw!!

absolutely!

minors dni

you on your back while schlatt's using your mouth and all you hear is ted groaning in between every thrust into you. jay smirks when he can see his bulge in your throat.

"dont we have such a perfect doll teddy? takin' us so well."

"s'pretty stuffed full of our cocks jay."

[moonpetrichors-blog]

you're currently carrying 'avatar x reader' with your absolutely amazing works, so i have another request for you, love, if that's alright <33

no idea how to properly start this, but basically neteyam and y/n are a thing- and even though y/n is like super grateful for his protection, lately she's been feeling just like another of his many responsibilities, not a partner. so they grow a bit distant, to that point where even his family notices, and when they try to talk it out they get into an argument. pretty much angst (because i love it👹👹👹) !!!!!!!!!!!!! and it's totally up to you if it ends with fluff or angst. oh and i thought maybe it could take place when they arrive to the metkayina clan, because it would mean y/n left everything behind just for neteyam (and his amazing family ofc🤞🤞🤞), but the way he begun to treat her, makes her think she might regret that decision= more aNGST‼️‼️but that's up to you- whatever you're more comfortable with :)) okay, byeee!!! have a nice day!!!

(i'm @introvert-pansexual btw😧)

Not A Responsibility

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Oneshot, Fem!Reader, Angst, Fluff At The End (Not Really)

Warnings: Tiny Bit Toxic, Mentioned Jealousy

Ever since you left the Omaticaya clan for your boyfriend, you’ve felt suffocated by his overprotective nature. You’re his partner, not just another one of his responsibilities or trouble-seeking siblings. And it hurts, knowing that he treats you like you are less his mate than burden. You think you might regret leaving your home for him.

UR SO NICE OMG😭😭❤️❤️ I love every request I get HSJQISIWJ some days my brain is just poop cause i cant think up ideas so these are nice to get ☠️☠️ also yuh I kinda inferred that u switched accs bc i stalk my followers LMAOAOAO anywayss this deffo isnt my best work but ive been kinda tired lately so like sorry if its not that great 😭😭

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [08/01/23] ❞   

 You and Neteyam have been dating. For a long time, actually.

You grew up together, and the tight friendship you built inevitably developed into feelings of attraction. You were anticipated to be mated to one another, and the Sully family cherished you.

Jake used to torment his son before you began dating. He'd make remarks about how you two reminded him of him and Neytiri, and how Neteyam had to entice you with the superb wooing genes he inherited from him. Neytiri would slap him on the back of the head and order him to be quiet. However, she couldn't argue with Jake's teasing. A lovely girl like yourself resembled a second daughter to her; if her son didn't put a ring on it, she would drag him by the ear.

You felt your throat constrict and your eyes burn with tears the day Neteyam informed you Jake was forcing his family to pick up and move. How were you supposed to just carry on and forget about your relationship?

You couldn't. As a result, you left with him. You would fly for a thousand days on an Ikran, cross vast oceans, and abandon your home a million times more for Neteyam and his family. Neteyam considered himself extremely fortunate to have you.

However, after finally settling in with the Metkayina, you began to sense a twinge of foreboding. You felt homesick, and you knew that relocating to a whole new clan would be difficult. Neteyam appeared to be taking it the hardest though, so you did not want to complain.

You noted how his shoulders tensed more frequently, or how he wore a faint grimace when alone. You were outsiders in this place, and they treated you as such. Neteyam couldn't help but be uptight whenever the olo'eyktan's son harassed his siblings, but he lost his composure when he sought to bother you.

Or, more accurately, flirted with you. Neteyam had a reputation for being a jealous boyfriend. You and his family were fully cognizant of this, but to the casual onlooker, he always appeared calm and collected. When Aonung penetrated your personal space, you recognized how Neteyam would surreptitiously linger nearby, or extended an arm around you. It drove him insane.

When he first started acting that way, you would coo at him and envelop him in your embrace while calling him sweet. You believed his protectiveness over you was adorable, and it was flattering to say the least. Neteyam, on the other hand, had nothing to be concerned about. You were solely interested in him.

...

Regardless of your unconditional affection, it seemed that the more Neteyam stayed in the Awa'atlu village, the more awful he grew.

Irrespective of Aonung's unwanted attention (which had long since faded), nothing made Neteyam happy anymore. When you tried to kiss him, he would either accept it reluctantly or brush you away. If you wished to spend time with him, he would acquiesce, but would eventually talk about his siblings or babysit. Nonetheless, he would be fiercely protective of where you went or what you did.

You couldn't condemn Neteyam for being nervous and tense all the time, but it seemed that no matter what difficulties you were encountering in your relationship, he began to treat you as if you were just another one of his trouble-making siblings. Another chore added to his long list of responsibilities.

Neteyam’s protection used to be charming, but it was now just smothering. It seemed like you were so distant from your boyfriend, yet also so close to him. You began feeling less like his partner, yet it also caused you to feel guilty when you were emotional in front of him. You knew you had no right to complain because you left the Omaticaya clan by your own volition. How could you grumble about it when your lover was enduring greater struggles?

This was a recipe for disaster.

...

You no longer felt comfortable communicating your concerns to your boyfriend. Each time you sought to bring up your reservations about how Neteyam was treating you, he was too preoccupied with his own life to give much heed to your conversation or relationship.

You eventually gave up on your efforts to work it out. If he were to behave distant from you, you would respond with the same energy. You two gradually drifted away, the gulf between you expanding by the day. Neteyam's family became quite alarmed when they noticed how seldom you two were interacting nowadays.

Jake and Neytiri encouraged Neteyam to try to spend some quality time with you again, and that he could set his other obligations aside. They'd maintain a close eye on their other children so Neteyam wouldn't have to fret about them.

He agreed begrudgingly, unable to say no to his parents. You were thrilled when he sought you out for a casual date, the first in a long time. There was a nagging whisper in the rear of your mind that gnawed at you, warning you he just wasn't the same, but you dismissed it. He'd come to find you, hadn't he?

...

You were deflated throughout the duration of your date. The longer time passed, the more you could feel the ominous mood rattling deep in your bones. During your time together, all Neteyam could think about was how much this move had stressed him out, and now he had to be concerned about paying you attention as well. It was apparent from his expression that he was not enjoying himself.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

You snapped at his indifferent attitude. “Can you stop zoning out and actually listen to me for once?”

If Neteyam was trying to fake a smile before, he definitely wasn’t anymore. “What do you mean? This whole entire date I’ve been only listening to you!”

You scoffed at this. His mind was in a whole other place for the entire duration of it. “You never have time for me anymore, and when you do, you act like I’m some burden on your to do list!”

Neteyam felt his blood go hot. Before he could stop himself, he began to yell. “It’s not my fault I can’t give you attention all the time! My parent’s are always putting pressure on me to make sure everyone’s looked after and well behaved, including you!”

Then, his voice dropped to a cruel whisper. “Do you think I wanted to go on this date?”

That was the juncture at which you felt so enraged that you couldn't prevent the tears from cascading down your flaming cheeks. Neteyam's countenance didn't alter in response to your outburst, which only served to make you angrier.

You practically screamed at him. “You’re such a dickhead! You’ve changed, Neteyam.” You began sobbing.

“The only reason I’m mad isn’t because you don’t give me enough attention, it’s because every time we’re together you completely neglect my feelings! You make everything about you!”

He remained still as you wiped your angry tears away, then jutted a finger against his chest. “For someone who acts like they’re always looking after everyone else, you’re so incredibly selfish with me.”

In the face of your harsh comments, Neteyam remained silent and unmoving. He was speechless; he didn't know what to say. The rage was still coursing through his veins, but all he could do was hearken to your never-ending shouts.

Your voice dropped an octave, and you glared into his eyes which you once looked so fondly into. “I’m not another responsibility of yours. I regret ever following you here. If I knew you’d turn out like this, I would’ve saved myself the heartache and found a new partner instead of leaving everything behind for someone that won’t even give me the time of day. You could at least try to act happy to be around me.”

That made his heart break, and he could feel the tears beginning to gather in his eyes too. He couldn’t believe you would have ever found it in you to say that to him. “Fine, do what you want. I tried to spend time with you, and you turned it into an argument.”

He pivoted on his heel, and stormed away from you on the threshold of tears. When he was far enough away, he let the tears flow.

Your voice carried from halfway across the beach. “Fine then, if you want me so bad, I guess I’ll go!”

You, too, turned your back on him and dashed away to find somewhere to cry privately. You felt like such a child.

...

It was growing dark, and eclipse was approaching.

You still hadn’t returned to the marui you shared with the Sully family, and Jake was beginning to get worried. “Where’s Y/N?”

That question was obviously directed towards Neteyam, but he remained sulking instead of replying.

Neytiri’s patience was thinning with her son’s out of character behavior. “That girl doesn’t know her way around the Awa’atlu village. She could be lost!”

Jake rubbed the bridge of his nose, glancing at the sky. He shared Neytiri’s sentiment, as his son still wasn’t talking. What the hell happened on your date?

Although Neteyam appeared furious, he was actually feeling quite guilty. Your reality check tugged at his heartstrings, and now you could be injured, or worse, lost, because he told you to be. He sprung from his seat and raced out the marui, unable to sit still any longer.

Jake's shouts for his son to return at that instant went unfulfilled. Even if Neteyam was angry with you, he was still afraid that something awful would happen, and he'd never forgive himself if it did.

Neteyam called your name as he ran throughout the village. However, no matter how much terrain he covered, or how many times he bellowed your name into the frigid night air, your voice did not respond. He was sweating nervously now, terrified about not being able to locate you. What if he never found you?

Those fears, however, were quickly dispelled into the wind whipping behind him as he hurried towards the sound of sniffling behind a nearby tree. Neteyam scratched the back of his neck, unsure what to do. As he drew near to your weeping figure, he stepped on and snapped a twig, capturing your attention.

You spun around to investigate the source of the noise, only to discover that it was your idiot boyfriend. Neteyam urged you to relax, then sighed and settled besides you.

Before you could protest against him taking a seat next to you, he hugged you tightly and apologized.

“I’m sorry. I’m the way I am right now because I don’t want anything bad happening to you, or my siblings. I can’t imagine ever losing you.”

You let your rage disappear, leaning into his embrace as he continued to talk.

“I know I’ve been a real idiot lately, and I’ll try to show up more in our relationship. My personal problems aren’t your fault.”

Your prior resentment faded as he brushed your tears away with his thumb, and you buried your face in his chest, allowing your arms to wrap around his midriff.

“I’m sorry for saying I wished I stayed behind and found someone new. That was a lie, I’d never be able to move on.”

Neteyam felt his chest tighten at your words, and merely hugged you tighter. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

[catcze]

DUDE THAT WRIOTHESLEY GAMER BLURB- okay but imagine instead of moral support, oral support where he has you sat nice and neat under his desk, a little pillow and blanket for your knees as he has his cock shoved down your throat, balls slamming against your head as he’s finishing up his round before he cums- either way win or lose, he’s gonna have load after load down your throat

-💿 anon (also hi I love your work meow)

wait ok ik the vibe is horny rn but oral support had me cackling for a bit when i first read it HAHASDJKNAKJ

BUT YES YES YES YES YESSS thats so ??!?!? Cute FUCK 😭 ANd the fact that Wrio absolutely would keep a little pillow and blanket down there for you so that your knees don't get bruised :((

And man, can you imagine if he edges himself while he fucks your face, too? Like, he refuses to cum before the round is over— even if you're practically drooling and whining on his cock for it, and even if his balls are absolutely aching to just fill your mouth up with his load already.

He'll let you have free reign over how you give him oral support for the most part since his hands are too busy. Your hands gripping the meat of his thighs, lips wrapped around his cock as you keep him warm with your throat. But if he gets too close or if you get too excited and greedy for his cum— one of his hands finds its way into your hair, pulling you off of him and making you whine when you see how flushed and close to cumming he is, only to have that pulled away from you.

"Don't get greedy, sweetheart," Wrio grits out above you, swallowing heavily. "You get my cum when I give it to you, got it?"

And all you can do is nod and let him guide you back to his cock when that edge has ebbed. Go back to a sweet, languid pace that has both of you purring.

But when he's finally finally finally fucking finished with this round, you'll know. You're ripped out from the easy bliss of relaxedly licking and mouthing at his cock by his hand in your hair once more, gripping the strands tight and ripping out a squeak of his name when he practically shoves his cock down your throat, his entire length buried into you all the way to the base, making you squirm and gag. All you can do is whine his name as you let him use your mouth for his own pleasure, running your tongue up his length when you can and sucking as much of him inside as you can.

It doesn't take him long to cum with a low, rough groan— not when he's been on the edge of it for what feels like the entirety of last round. And you greedily suck up every drop of him too, swallowing it down with a moan muffled deep in your chest, all the while revelling in the hand that now strokes and pets at your hair in praise.

"Good job, sweetie," he murmurs when you pull off to show your empty mouth, every drop licked up and swallowed. He lets you rest for a little while with your cheek on his thigh and his hand running through your hair, working out the tangles that he made.

When you perk back up, eyes opening lazily but a hungry little smirk forming on your face once more, his cock twitches.

"Ready for another round?" He asks, hand cupping your cheek. You nod, looking devious, mouth already inching for his leaking cock.

[toruro]

hi mika:3 i have an idea slash request (or a thot bcs i wanna here ur input wtv ur more comfy with) thats rotted my brain for like months esp since minghao hosted that expensive ass monthly meeting…. but minghao fucking you on the cold glass windows of the penthouse he paid for for a night or a few overlooking the city 👩‍💻💿

(p.s. ive been waiting to share this idea with u if u opened back up ur requests bcs i wouldnt want to lend it to any other author 😭💋)

mile high club ... ?

pairing. minghao x reader tags. smut (18+ / mdni), fluff w/c. a/n. i almost teared up reading this. i am gutted. the fact that u wanted to share this w me and ME ONLY?!>!? i love u so much :[

you should've known. should've known that your sneaky little fiance was up to something when he gave you that sweet, sweet smile and told you to put on your prettiest dress and your prettiest heels this evening. should've known he was planning on treating you to something a little bit bigger than just dinner.

you're still not sure why it came as a surprise to you when minghao took you by the hand and whisked you away from the restaurant you two had just dined in, and took you on a long drive under the cool night sky.

giggles and looks from the corner of your eyes, you noticed that minghao took you down a road which you didn't recognize as 'on the way home.'

"baby, where're we going?" you asked him lazily. the windows were ajar and the evening winds blew through his black hair as minghao focuses on the road. you grin at the sight, reminding yourself to tell him later to cut his hair less often.

smirking, hao smooths a hand over your bare thigh, caressing the skin with his thumb. "you'll see baby, you'll see."

and see, you most definitely did.

it didn't take long for him to pull up in front of one of the fanciest hotels in downtown, shushing all your questions as he excitedly helped you into the glass elevator that overlooked the city, taking you all the way up to the top floor despite your questions.

"hao, what is this about?" you attempted to ask through muffled giggles as he pressed kisses against your lips as an attempt to keep you quiet.

"just look," he muttered, pulling away so he could key in some code on the final floor. what lay behind the door was the massive layout of the hotel penthouse, large windows that showed off the glittering, buzzing lights of the city around you.

as you make your way to one of the wide glass panes, looking down and over the sight. minghao carefully follows behind as you mutter out words of thanks and praise for finding such a beautiful space ... "so pretty hao, i love it ..."

there he is now, digging his face into your neck as he wraps his arms around you from behind. lips and tongue trace over your shoulder blade as you melt into minghao's arms, head lolling to one side to make it easer for him to reach his favorite spots.

his arm snakes down between your legs, digging under the painfully high cut dress you've got on (minghao says 'painfully high cut' not because it was painful for you but because it made him so fucking hard it hurt).

you moan the second his deft fingers brush over the lacy clothe of your panties, playing with your cute 'n' sensitive clit as your legs begin to lose their stability. and fuck, minghao hadn't even had the chance to slip his tie off before you press your ass over his clothed cock, murmuring about how you gotta have him right now ...

"gotta prep you first baby ..." he tries to mutter in your ear, words drying on his tongue when you press behind and into his crotch harder.

"wan' it now," you whimper, one hand falling forward to press against the cool glass of the windows, the other reaching back to latch onto minghao's and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. so hot and sticky, minghao pressing your head forwards so your cheek's against the glass, hot air blowing steam on the windows ...

clanking of belts and popping of buttons as he quickly shoves his pants down, weeping cock springing out and hitting your ass over your dress ... fuck, your dress. you just look so pretty with your back arching upon his touch, short cloth running higher up your thighs until he can see the peek of your lacy white panties.

minghao just can't hold himself back, the way you call for him so prettily and so he's shoving your dress up 'n' over your ass, scooping one finger through the fabric of your panties so he can yank them to the side ... his cock's leaking all over you by now, precum smearing over the plush skin of your ass.

and with heavy breaths rumbling in his throat, high and breathy whines slipping from yours, minghao slips his throbbing cock into the fluttering walls of your cunt ... hugging hao's fat length so nicely his fingers might burn bruises into your hip from holding too tight (lip sucked between his teeth as he chokes back moans).

his thrusts start quick, each one dragging out of your warm folds slowly before ramming back into you in one go. your body lurches against the window, has pressed against the smooth surface as you try to hold on, try not to lose yourself to the way hao's fucking the life out of you over the city ...

feels so good, and you can't help the way you whimper whenever his skin slaps against yours, firm grip pulling you back into his hips for an other jostling thrust ... "feels s'good baby," hao rasps from behind you, leaning forward to press his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in you scent and watching the view from next to you.

the scene's so pretty and you're moaning his name so cutely when he pounds into you from behind, throttling with every snap of his hips ... tits pressed into the glass as he snakes a hand over your stomach and fuck, hao's so grateful. so fucking grateful, and so he's whispering praise into your ear ... "you're so pretty like this ... pretty thing with a pretty view ..." and it's got your brain buzzing like crazy.

your orgasm is creeping up on you, so best believe you hold on tight. can't have you falling asleep already, right? after all, seeing you all pressed up against the steamy glass has the gears in hao's mind spurring, and you'd be a fool to think he wouldn't fuck you on every surface of the room until your cute cunt's fucked raw and spilling with his cum ...

[judeswhore]

You are so real for that I’ll be making a cuppa and be like I bet Jude would have a builders tea 📀

nah literally same, like making dinner and i’m like oh we could totally do this together and be all cute

[no-nameno-face]

im doing good!!tripped over a gutter today on a walk which was fucking embarrasing but i bought myself a new record to make up for it💀😭

-💿

Literally me. I’m the clumsiest when I’m sober which is so silly (and why I stay stoned lmfao). I also have a really bad habit of being on my phone while I walk and almost running into shit 😪🤘🏻 so I vibeee. But period!!! A new record‼️

What one did you get??? 🫶🏻

[brackishkittie]

re-reading fetish rn because why tf not and can i just tell you you are the FUNNIEST MFING WRITER I THINK IVE EVER SEEN!?!LIKE HELLO I WAS COLLAPSING ON THE FLOOR AND WHEEZING??

also if u do emoji anons can i be 💿anon plz ur just too cool and i wanna chat😛😛

OH MY GOD THANK YOUUU ILYSMMMM 😭🩷 AND YES OFCCC I WAS WAITING FOR AN EMOJI ANON REQUEST!! 🙏🏾🙏🏾

[lowkeyrobin]

handsome bros and reader doing tubbathon together? just being super chaotic, im thinking that one clip where scott and aimsey r singing ceilings by lizzie mcalpine, and then tubbo asked if she had schizophrenia.

in oneshot format preferably

also could i be 💿anon, if it's free?

oooo okay, I haven't even written yet but so sorry if it's short/weird in general, I had no idea what to do here for some reason lmao ; and yes ofc! welcome 💿 anon :) ; also wrote this while sick with no functioning braincells so ignore the weirdness lmao

HANDSOME BROS ; tubbathon

summary ; chaotic tubbathon moments with the handsome bros

warnings ; language, cringe, talk of fetishes, troom troom & 5 minute crafts (everything said about these channels is real btw)

word count ; 916

masterlist

"Did you listen to that song I sent you?" You ask, turning to Tommy next to you.

He shyly and slowly shakes his head no.

"Bro, why not?"

"I forgot! I forgot, I swear" He half-laughs, raising his hands in defense before the play fighting and shouting began. "I meant to listen to it when you sent it to me but I was eating with Molly and fell asleep watching a movie"

Ranboo raises an eyebrow, "What song?"

"Yeah! by Ludacris"

"Oh my God I love that song!" Ranboo and Freddie exclaim in unison, sending the three of you into fits of laughter.

Tubbo is silent as he sits in front of his setup, just watching you talk for a moment. He then speaks up, confused.

"Tommy, have you never listened to Yeah?"

"No, I don't think so" The blonde answers with a shrug. "Y/n was talking about how it's an American classic or something"

"You sound so stupid right now" Ranboo chuckles.

Within the span of the next minute or so, it turned into you, Ranboo, and Freddie singing a portion of the song since Tubbo couldn't play it on stream, the two T's just watching and listening. This was quite usual, just, odd, but it made sense because the three of you were all running off of adrenaline and coffee at this point. The sun had set long ago, it was about midnight, and you were all having a sleepover anyways, so why not make the stream fun before you all passed out?

"Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil V-I, keep it down on the lowkey" Ranboo, starts, pulling you into the song halfway through the line as the others begin to smile and laugh.

"You should know how it feels" You look to the Webcam with the weird TikTok fuckboy look, a sideways L made from your pointer finger and thumb under your chin.

Freddie joins in by the next line, on your left, slinging an arm around your shoulders, which starts a slight school-play-remix of the song.

"I seen shorty, she was checking on me, from the game she was spitting in my ear, you would think that she know me" Freddie runs a hand through his hair to fix it up a bit.

The three of you turn it into a full-blown trio song, singing together as Tubbo and Tommy laugh and smile, with the chat spamming the lyrics along.

"I decided to chill, conversation got heavy, she had me feeling like she was ready to blow!" Ranboo giggles, trying to maintain their composure. "She's saying come get me, so I got up and followed her to the floor. She said baby let's go!"

The loudest point of the song now came, with Tubbo moving towards the side so you could be in full focus of the camera while Tommy records you three to the side, wanting to show Molly.

"When I told her, I said yeah! Shorty got down low, said 'come and get me!"

The three of you begin dancing in your seats as you sing along, hiding laughter, which was evident in the way you sang-shouted. You go through the whole song, including a tap-dancing bit from Ranboo, which you didn't understand whatsoever. But, as time passes, the five of you begin to delve into the deep abyss of 5 Minute Crafts and Troom Troom on stream, creating a whole section of commentary together.

"This has to be fetish content." You comment, watching in creeped-out-awe as the video is just about people sitting on and squishing things.

"I can't see how it isn't" Ranboo shrugs, "Who is watching this?"

"Probably like, middle aged moms, you'd think" Tubbo replies, "Or like, brainrotted YouTube Kids children"

"Probably the latter"

The group votes on no more Troom Troom, feeling genuinely weirded out by some of the stuff on their page. You get Tubbo to pull up 5 Minute Crafts, a much better option.

"I hope that slide caves in" Tommy comments, seeing a thumbnail or a slide being made out of cardboard boxes.

"Me too, brother" You smile, "I mean how would it not? That child looks like they're maybe 80 pounds, this is a safety violation"

"Oh my God" Tubbo speaks, resting his head in his hands.

Freddie is the first to laugh, doubling over in his chair as Tubbo clicks on the video with the cursed thumbnail. "Did you see that?"

"Y/n was right, this has to be fetish content"

"What fetish includes eating off of toilet seats!?" Tommy loudly questions, seeing you stare into space out of shock and concern.

"That's probably the worst idea to solve that problem too, like, it'll still roll off and it hurts to have a whole toilet seat around your neck, ceramic or not" Ranboo chuckles, repositioning to sit criss-cross in their chair.

"Oh my God" You cringe, "Why are we putting pounds of garlic into a stick of butter??"

"I bet you that texture is so rank when you taste it..." Tommy cringes as well, seeing the oil being frozen after baking for reusable purposes. "It looks chunky!"

Freddie fake gags, crying about how he wanted to go home.

"Okay, no more!" Tubbo chuckles, clicking away to the YouTube home page. "Enough of that, I feel myself losing braincells"

Tommy shouts, hands to his mouth to create more sound. "Troom Troom for president 2024!"

"And I thought what we had was already awful"