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Tommy wasn’t always sure when someone was hitting on him. Sometimes he read the room wrong and ended up with an awkward conversation followed by an awkward departure. Sometimes he didn’t catch on at all until someone finally gave up on trying. But, on rare occasions Tommy’s three brain cells clicked together to make a coherent thought of ‘oh I’m being flirted with!’ And this? This was clearly one of those times. 

Honestly Tommy wasn’t sure how he hadn’t picked up on it sooner. Dream laid it on thick. He was cooing, and scratching Tommy’s scalp, and had practically dragged Tommy away and had him sit in his lap as he cuddled the boy. Yeah, Dream wasn’t exactly being a master at subtly right about now. By the half hour mark, with a power struggle at the halfway mark, Tommy had at least gotten it to the point where he wasn’t face to face with the man,instead facing away as the older rubbed his back and played with his hair, while all the while still cooing and purring at Tommy. Tommy was exasperated and, as loud as he could, simply began to yell for Puffy. Causing Dream to hiss and slam his hand over Tommy’s mouth, effectively silencing the teen.

“Don’t do that,” Dream muttered, his voice seemed lower and a lot more guttural this close to Tommy’s ear, “she’ll just drag you away from me! Let me just play with you my gold, you’re such a pretty sight,” the hand grabbing his face moved down as the hand in Tommy’s hair tightened. The hand drifting down wound up on his thigh, rubbing the outside before going to the inside and pulling his legs further apart to slide down flush to Dreams lap, a sudden protrusion very evident in his pants as a groan was released from them both.

“There you go, nice and easy! See, I’m being nice to you. And Bad says I can’t be nice, what does he know,” Dream mumbled into the crook of Tommy’s neck. Now, Tommy might have focused more on the fact that Dream was talking about one of his best friends' dad at that moment—if it weren’t for the sharp rut against his ass causing him to freeze in place, effectively making him a hard surface for the other to continue rutting on.

And while Tommy wasn’t exactly… against the idea of Dream using his body for his pleasure, the idea stirring something in the teens jeans, he didn’t exactly approve of the fact that Dream didn’t ask him first. So with all of his strength he hauled himself out of Dreams’ grasp causing him to stumble away from the other slightly, a huff escaping him as Dreams' eyes flicked towards Tommy—slitted and acutely aware of the other.

“Alright, listen up fucko. If we’re doing this, we do it my way. And my way only! You act up, you get nothing… Capiche?” Tommy huffed, though his determination wavered as he stared at the tantalizing sight in front of him. Dream was panting and staring at him as if he were nothing, eyes glazed over as drool leaked from the side of his mouth. The tent in his pants, obvious and straining, wouldn’t be comfortable if Dream weren’t in sweatpants. Swallowing loudly, Tommy tore his eyes away from the bulge to look back up at the man’s eyes. “…understood?” He reiterated cautiously.

“Understood,” Dream growled, after a short pause, and leaned back. His arms crossed as he all but pouted, handing the metaphorical reins to Tommy who was surprised at how easy it was to control.

“Oh! Uhm, yes! So, stay still and take what I give you!” The boy hummed triumphantly as he sat back down on the others lap, ass flush with the bulge in the others sweats, causing Dream to growl low in his throat before calming slightly. The bulge pushed against him and Tommy felt himself freeze at just the size through the pants. He was big, probably too big for Tommy to take comfortably seeing as he could barely take Phil and Dream was… much bigger. Dream hummed, feeling the other suddenly clam up and pushed his chest to Tommy’s back, chin resting on the teens shoulder.

“We don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to. Not to mention I know you’d break if you tried to take me,” he chuckled, breath hot on Tommy’s ear, a calming purr radiating from Dreams’ chest. Tommy shook his head slightly and relaxed back, using the other as support, “how about we just head back into the house kid? I think playtime’s over, huh?” Dream said, arms wrapping around Tommy’s waist, seemingly content with the evening ending prematurely.

“I would’ve loved to try, but I think you’re right that it might… break me… and all that,” Tommy sighed, arms going down to rest on the others and make Dream let go of him, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t help! This is over when I say it’s over,” Tommy tacked on, slipping from the others lap and down to his knees between the older legs, the older choking on his own spit at the sight.

“Tommy you don’t have to—“

“I know. But I want to. So relax, and let me see what we’re working with eh?” The blond giggled, fingers reaching out to grip the tented sweats and pulling them down to allow Dreams cock to bounce up out of its confines. Tommy could feel himself pale slightly at the size, almost as big as his forearm and slightly thicker, but that fear was quickly overcome by the lust he felt at the thought of it going in his mouth.

Leaning forward, he gently licked from base to tip, running his tongue along a vein as far as it went before popping the head in his mouth and kitten licking at it. The loud hiss from above had him looking up to notice Dreams' eyes had slit, and his clawed fingers had dug into the bench he was sitting on. Taking it as a good sign Tommy allowed himself to gently suckle on the head, closing his eyes and just living in the moment. Moving his head back and forth in slow short motions while beginning to take more of him in his mouth, Tommy felt the cock in his mouth stretch the hole to capacity. Humming, which caused a louder hiss from above, he opened his eyes to see he was barely three quarters down the thing. He’d already taken more than he had ever with Phil, which made sense in comparing the two, and he felt so full.

He began to speed up his head movements, rubbing his tongue along the underside of the shaft while taking a deep breath when pulled back. The length made him gag lightly when he got to where he could comfortably take, but he liked to hope the gagging for good if Dreams' whimpering and growling were any account. The others hand was practically breaking the wood when Tommy pulled off, taking Dream in his hand to give him a moment to breathe.

“How you holding up, big man?” He giggled, his voice scratchy and hoarse making him giggle even more. When he received no answer he looked up at Dreams face to see the man gritting his teeth, as if in pain. All movement ceased as worry took over. Tapping his leg didn’t get the other to pay attention, nor did saying his monaker, Tommy had to pull out the big guns. “Dream? Are you okay?” 

The olders’ eyes opened slowly and he looked at Tommy before whining, hands coming to grab Tommy’s head. Tommy decided to see what the man wanted as he was pulled up from his spot on his knees to be brought into an ever so soft kiss. Smiling slightly, Tommy kissed the man back. When he could pull back without Dream hissing he did so, looking the other in his face before moving the hand still on Dreams’ cock in steady motions.

“You poor thing, it felt too good? You’ll make a man have a heightened ego,” Tommy chuckled slightly. He allowed his hand to speed up as Dream whined, the others hands coming to grip his shoulders, claws digging in, “you just needed this, huh? Just needed to be a good boy for someone? You can be my good boy Dream.”

“Tommy I’m—ahh— I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” Dream whined high in his throat, claws gripping the other tightly. Tommy shot down to his knees, dragging the other down slightly, as he took Dream back into his mouth and taking him as deep as he could in one motion. The other removed one hand and slammed it over his mouth as Tommy felt the liquid pour into his mouth, which he guzzled down. 

Swallowing everything until the man above him was done, Tommy pulled off with a pop, body hazy from lack of oxygen and drinking his weight in salt. Leaning up he captured Dreams’ lips again while putting the others cock back in his pants. Tommy stood while in the kiss, settling himself in Dreams lap, careful not to rub the other cock too roughly. Dream hummed into the kiss, pulling back to look at Tommy while looking loopy. 

“Wha’ about ‘ou,” he slurred slightly, making Tommy chuckle once again while reaching up to gently pet around the others small horns that were perched on his head.

“You don’t gotta worry about that, I’ve got something that can help me back at the house, though I guess I have to get something to work my way up to what you’re packing, huh?” Tommy joked, but the other simply nodded and laid his head onto Tommy’s shoulder. Huffing and rolling his eyes, Tommy allowed the other to curl around him and thought of how exactly he was going to get himself off later.

4:32 PM

Wool: Look-What-I-Saw.mp4 (a video of what just transpired as recorded from a window, a wet sound is heard in the background)

Wool: didn’t know my kid would be the next to dig in, you all need to hurry up lol

Ram: stop texting so I can watch in peace

Ender: :000 

Ender: how DARE

Ender: how DARE he

Blade: what does he dare? 

Blade: be bigger than you?

Angel: oh. Well this was unexpected.

Wool: tell me about it Phil!

Warden: didn’t know Dream was a sub 

Totem: he doesn’t tend to be, but he’s in heat right now. Surprised he let mom invite people over when normally he’d be drooling on her strap in his den

Nemisis: ayo? And you’ve never sent videos Puffy?

Wool: figure you all were more into Tommy videos, I’ll see if I can find some of Dreams lol

Ram: I am once again asking y’all to stfu while I watch so I may not get a notification every three seconds about my sister fucking her son

Wools: sons* but okay xD

Warden: oh?

Totem: hahahah I’m in danger

Totem: anyways we should probably all shut up bye—

7:20 PM

Goat: DREAM GOT TO HIM BEFORE ME???

Nightmare: you snooze, you lose. L

Chapter Text

Tommy was, sadly, mostly attracted to men. It was the unfortunate reality he was forced to live with. Women just weren’t his cup of tea, them and their pretty eyes and sweet words. Tommy had really only been attracted to four women in his life: his own mother, a random lady that reminded him of Ranboo, Captain Cara Puffy, and Niki Nihachu. Niki especially pushed to the forefront of his mind as he was currently tongue deep inside her while she moaned his name. Yeah, he was really really into Niki.

His attraction to Niki had started the minute he met her, when Techno dragged her home to do a school project. She was older than him, and she gave him sweets, and she occasionally brushed against his side and showed herself off to him. She was practically an Angel sent from heaven to make him straight. Or maybe he was attracted to her since he and Techno always had a “what’s yours is mine” kind of relationship? Nonetheless, it was always gonna end with Tommy between her thighs drinking her down like a man who was trapped in the desert.

Her hands clutched in his curls as she tried to pull him closer, as if it were even possible for him to get himself any deeper into her without using his fingers. Her hips thrusted back and forth, using his mouth, tounge, and nose as a solid surface to fuck against at her leisure. Tommy wasn’t even sure how long he’d been on his knees, but he knew it was long enough for the aches to come and go as he had accepted that this is where he was staying for the foreseeable future.

“Fuck, thank you so much for this Tom, needed this,” she hissed, drawing out the last s as Tommy moved his tounge to flick her clit. He simply hummed in response and nuzzled closer, enjoying the warmth that coated his face.

“Oh yes! Right there, oh you’re so perfect angel, just perfect for me,” her hips jutted and rocked more, more feverish than before, “can I take a photo of you love? For when I next feel the need?” Tommy blinked up at her and simply nodded, he wasn’t sure if his voice would work anyways. Quick as a flash Nikki sat up and leaned over removing herself from Toms face, pulling a whine from the teen, as she grabbed it from her jacket pocket before resettling and guiding him back to her core. He wasn’t sure how long he was down there after she got her camera, his brain was a thick fog as his face started to go numb from her movement. If he could think he might’ve thought about how his face might end up pruning from how slick she was.

When her thighs clamped around his head it startled Tommy out of his headspace and he was shoved down and practically suffocated between them with no choice but to grab them and help her ride out the full body wracks that happened as she came.

“Holy shit. God thank you Tom that was amazing,” she huffed when the shaking subsided, her thighs falling open and freeing his head. He lifted it and nodded as he crawled up and plopped himself down on her chest. He started peppering open mouth kisses all over her breasts as she giggled and played with his hair, and he relaxed into her embrace.

“Do you need to—”

“Niki if I even attempt to cum I’m just going to pass out, in the morning,” he slurred and she smiled and nodded, still carding her fingers through his hair. And when she started singing? He was already out like a light.

10:38 pm

Nemesis: Read-It-And-Weep-Boys.mp4 (short 10 second clip of her grinding against Tommy’s face)

Nemesis: Shared a Photo Collage

Nemesis: Well trained Techno, good work ;)

Goat: GOD DAMN. THATS MY BEST FRIEND!!!

Ender: When do we get a turn ):

Angel: When either me or Techno decide to share. 

Techno: Phil already promised him to Foolish next week, how about two weeks from now then?

Goat: DEAL!!!

Ram: unfair

Goat: snooze you loose father dearest

Totem: I’m just excited for my turn :}

Warden: I call first dibs on the video

Wool: AH

Wool: we made the GC for this expressed purpose, no pre shows or special shots >:{

Warden: boooooooo

Warden: Fine

4:32 am

Warden: I just realized Niki took 328 photos

Totem: good for her

Warden:…

Warden: fair enough

Chapter Text

Contrary to popular belief, Tommy wasn’t always horny. Yes, he had sex so often he’d lose count of the number of times he orgasmed in a week, but that didn’t mean he was always horny. Matter of fact Tommy would say he was less horny than most of the people he knew, though that was a low bar to pass. But back to the topic at hand, Tommy wasn’t always horny. But that message clearly wasn’t passed along to others seeing as his thigh was currently being used as a hard surface for a certain god amongst men to rut against.

Now, that’s not to say Tommy wasn’t enjoying what Foolish was doing, in fact he found it quite endearing and very hot. But that didn’t help the fact that Tommy really wasn’t in the mood to have sex right now, and he knew exactly how this shit went. He budges on the “No sex, body says no” feeling and suddenly his body won’t let himself look in the mirror for the next month. So yeah, Tommy had to break the news to the whining block of muscle currently riding his thigh like his life depended on it. What a sad existence he leads.

“Foolish, buddy, you gotta calm down for a minute,” Tommy hummed in the man’s ear as his movements never slowed, “I gotta talk to you.” The mans movements slowed slightly. Though the rocking was ever present as the older lifted his head from the crook of Tommy’s neck and hummed, eyes half lidded and slightly hazy.

“You can comprehend what I’m saying, right?” A purr. “Okay, that’s cool. Uhm, I really need you to, like… stop?” A confused hum and eyebrows knitted together as the rocking stopped and Foolish pushed himself up onto his hands, no longer laying on top of the teen.

“I thought you were okay with this? Did I do something wrong?” The others confusion was rather warranted considering just five minutes prior he had urged Foolish to use him at his leisure. But that information was five minutes ago, and so out of date with the current sexual climate of Tommy’s horniness. 

“It’s not you, honest. I’m just feeling a little… dysphoric at the moment, ya’know?” Tommy chuckled slightly, one of those nervous ones, where you’re not sure if you should chuckle along as well.

“Oh.” Oh? Oh? Tommy just told the man who was, presumably, going to be inside him he was feeling dysphoric and the response was ‘oh?’ Tommy was gonna throttle this man. Probably noticing Tommy's mood souring, Foolish smiled down at him. One of his bright ones, the ones that hurt Tommy’s eyes slightly from how bright it is. 

“Oh as in ‘oh I understand’, not oh as I’m sad, Promise!” The chuckle at the end pulled a giggle out of Tommy as well, “I’ll stop, but can I still stay over? I don’t wanna walk home until this goes down and that might take a bit…” Yeah, a bit, as if Foolish wasn’t hung to high heaven. The younger simply nodded as the older layed back down on top of him, content with just wrapping the other up with him. 

Though, Foolish did sneakily turn off his phone, ending the recording he had planned to share. Red from arousal, the older snuggled into the teens neck, almost crushing the stick boy beneath him, and the two clung to each other as they exchanged sweet hushed words while they waited for Foolish to go soft, blissfully unaware that Phil had recorded the whole thing himself and Foolish would open the group chat to being slow cooked. But at this very moment, wrapped up in the arms of the kid he could do nothing but admire? He couldn’t bring himself to be mad.

3:47 PM

Angel: look-at-this-dork.mp4 (a two minute long video of Tommy looking vaguely uninterested and Foolish rutting against him, ending in Tommy saying something to Foolish and the two cuddling)

Angel: got shot down, poor lad

Ram: oh

Ram: that’s funny as shit

Warden: oh baby—

Wool: so you’re telling me Dream has more pull than Foolish? That’s just sad.

Nightmare: Jeez. Thanks mom.

Nemesis: Wow, Tommy couldn’t look any less interested in what was going on

Goat: oh you’ve clearly never seen him in maths class, he can DEFINITELY look less interested—

Ender: just. say. math.

Ender: god please I’m begging babe.

Goat: …no

Ram: did you you happen to ask if Tommy was okay with what was happening or are they still just limping dicking on eachother

Angel: plan on asking when he leaves, don’t wanna step on toes and assume

Blade: yeah, make sure please.

Goat: oooooOoooo someone’s worried~

Blade: I will stab you.

Angel: alright! meetings adjourned, just wanted to share that with the council

Goat: aye aye Captain!

5:58 PM

Angel: Got it all cleared up!

Angel: Tommy said he was fine with everything Foolish did (even though he was red the whole time he talked to me about it)

Angel: all consensual, just started to get really Dysphoric in the middle and asked Foolish to stop, which he did

Totem: damn. Can’t believe y’all doubted me

Goat: we didn’t boss man! Just wanted to be sure though!

Totem: nah I get it, respect you guys did the right thing!

Totem: but yeah it was all okay, we were gonna just do it quickly on the couch but he asked to stop at the foreplay stage lol

Wool: I’m sorry for your blue balls kiddo :((

Wool: need any help? Mommy is always available ;))

Totem: well, thank you mommy, but unfortunately daddy has you beat to the offer

Wool: :000 whomst

Warden: ;)))

Wool: DMs? Proposition?

Warden: interested. Gimme a sec.

Totem: he he I’m in danger

Ram: I am once again asking you to not use the video chat to share pertinent non-Tommy sex info.

Blade: of course you’d reference a politician 

Ram: suck my knot and choke bitch

Goat: can’t choke on a tik tac :}

Ram: I hate it here.

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Molting season always hit the house like a hurricane, the feathers dancing around the air was enough proof. The second Tommy opened his door, the black feather wings darted past, down the stair in a whirlwind of motion and he took a deep breath as he shut his door behind him and padded off towards Phil’s room to crowd himself in the nest before the older had the chance to baby bird him.

When he opened the door Techno was already plastered to the floor, sprawled out and shirtless just staring at the ceiling with his headphones on. Tapping his toes on the floor as he came in, Techno looked up at him and nodded a greeting, opening an arm out in a cuddle invitation that Tommy would be brain dead to not accept. He waddled forward and plopped down, curling up beside him and nuzzling in with a soft sigh. The other pulled his headphone to the side and said in a deep voice still stained with fatigue, 

“You good?” Tommy nodded and closed his eyes, his finger drawing shapes on Techno’s chest.

“Tired, dad’s making too much noise,” a yawn bubbled up out of him before he continued, “woke me up.”

“Ah. Well, we’re almost out of the cleaning stage of his molt, next is the food influx, then the cuddle phase, followed by the—”

“He’s not fucking me this year.”

“—fair enough. Help me prep?” Tommy cracked an eye and looked up at his brother before shrugging and going to stand up.

“Eh, sure why not?”

“Record it for me?”

“Okay freak-azoid”

8:46 AM

Blade: fingers.mp4 (a 5 minute video of Tommy stretching Techno open, his voice heard making little comments of moaning)

Goat: innocuous title huh?

Goat: OKAY JESUS THATS YOUR BALLS

Blade: yup

Ram: nice pair

Blade: thanks

Wool: awwww

Wool: Tommy sounds so cute!!!

Blade: yes he does

Nemesis: are you bottoming? I thought you only bottomed for Phil?

Blade: Phil’s molting, just finished cooking what smells like potato soup and is going feed then breed one of us, and I lost nose goes

Warden: makes sense

Blade: never speak to me pig

Warden: you are literally a pig wtf

Totem: L

Warden: YOU'RE MY FIANCÉ????

Blade: damn, even your fiancé turned on you

Blade: L

Ram: finished the video, gonna give the kid any attention?

Blade: course, Phil’s not gonna let him get away with not being stuffed, probably gonna hold him when Phil switches who he’s fucking.

Goat: and that’s gonna be recorded right Techno?

9:15 AM

Goat: RIGHT TEXHNO????

Blade: nah.

“Who are you texting,” Tommy’s voice was soft and demure as he blinked his eyes groggily, waking up from his brief cat nap.

“No one important,” Techno hummed as he plugged his phone in and crawled back into the nest. He dragged Tommy close as Phil followed Techno into the room, pupils blew wide as he rushed to follow the other into the pseudo blanket fort, letting his hands caress the both of them. He let out pleased chirps before touching both of their stomachs and huffing, feathers quite literally ruffling.

“He’s not gonna let it just be you bred, huh?”

“Nope.”

“You’re cruel.”

“Yep.”

“Hate you so much.”

“Love you too Tom.”

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From the beginning, it had always been Tubbo and Tommy. Tommy was a big enough man to admit that. Tubbo was basically his other half, his soulmate and most trusted confidant. When Tommy was in school, he was always with Tubbo. When Tubbo got into a new interest, Tommy was always listening and trying to pick up what he could about it. When Tubbo ate food, Tommy ate with him. When Tommy went to the park, Tubbo tagged along. And when Tubbo had a crush? Tommy had to share it of course. And obviously that extended to Tubbos' partner! After all, they shared everything.

Tommy felt his throat tighten as he gagged, pulling himself up and sputtering for air. His eyes felt heavy and his lungs ached, the bottom half of his face was wet with saliva and pre-cum as the dick that was just lodged in his throat rested on his cheek. He’d been at this for the better half of an hour, trying his best to fight a gag reflex that was resolute in not letting him throat his best friend's partner. Ranboo had long since become a blubbering mess, as Tom glanced up he saw that they had covered their eyes and were leaning back taking small, short, shallow breaths. If they hadn’t already checked in a minute ago Tommy would almost be convinced Ran was having a bloody panic attack, instead of just heaving in pleasure. Tommy groaned and leaned back, leaving the cock to bob in the air as he looked over at Tubbo with a frown. The goat had his phone in hand, only half paying attention as he stroked himself, only looking up when Tom cleared his throat before speaking.

“I can’t do it!” He gritted out, voice completely wrecked, as he crossed his arms. 

“Yes you can, you’re just too in your head. You blow Techno like everyday and I know he’s only a bit smaller than Ran,” Tubbo snorted as he put his phone up and off to the side, still pointing towards the end of the bed where Ranboo and Tommy were sitting, before joining them and sliding behind Tommy. Tubbo had always ran hot, and Tom felt himself leaning back into the warmth as his best friend ran his hands along his body.

“I can’t Tubs, it sucks,” he drew out the a sound in can’t before hissing as his thigh was pinched and he squawked, “what was that for!”

“For not listening and being a nuisance, now shut up I’m gonna guide you, idiot,” Tubbo huffed, before quickly pulling his hair up into a little top knot to get his hair out of his eyes. Tom didn’t really have to to question the hair change, as he felt fingers thread into his hair as he was guided forward towards the cock being held steady by Tubbos other hand. His lips parted and he minded his teeth as he slid almost all the way down with no resistance, before suddenly hitting the wall as having his throat tighten as he gagged. Except he couldn’t pull back. He sat there squirming and gagging on the obstruction in his throat as Tubbo simply ground his face forward pushing Ran even deeper. He felt a wave of liquid come up, he couldn’t really place what it was but he felt like he threw up as Tubbo finally pulled him off and he gasped for breath.

“See there you go! Made such great progress Tom, don’t even worry, me and Ran will get you there! You just shut your pretty head down for me,” His voice was so close to Tom’s ear that he felt it bouncing around his skull. He couldn’t respond, he needed to catch his breath, and by the time he had he was being pushed back onto his best friends’ boyfriends’ cock again. Ranboo was staring down at him, his face tear stained and wracked with pleasure. He made it farther than he had previously, before being pulled back and slammed forward again, gagging hard as more of that fluid came up and out of his throat, pouring onto Ranboo’s lap and down his chest, dripping into his own neglected dick. He felt himself gagging, felt his throat closing and liquid pouring from his mouth. He looked up, eyes hazy and blurred by tears, as he saw Ran toss his head back and felt hips meet his mouth as he thrusted up. He couldn’t breathe and his throat throbbed in pain, but he was entranced, his brain numb. He could vaguely hear tubbo behind him murmuring words as he held him firmly against Ranboo as the other rutted up into his mouth, soft sentences and honied words as his vision softened around the edges. ‘Taking it so good’ and ‘born for this’ being repeated like a mantra. He gagged around the obstruction and felt his eyes slide shut without his permission, before feeling Ran twitch down his throat and shoot off so deep his only option was to swallow what he was given. He was eased off after a few seconds and he gasped for air, but the burn in his lungs was so far away, he didn’t feel it fully, it was foggy and far off. He heard shushing and soft words as he was picked up and laid out on what he assumed was Ran’s bed. He was content with this, as two body’s settled beside him. He was fine with being coddled, even if it was only until he got his head on straight and could ask when they were doing this again.

8:39PM

Goat: it’s-not-vomit-I-swear.mp4 (a video of a mega blowjob with frankly too much spit and mucus)

Goat: anyways so safe to say we had fun!

Angel: oh?

Angel: Jesus Christ—

Blade: I hope you guys did.

Blade: I take it back you and your boyfriend are both freaky

Ram: “choke on it like it’s your job” now where did you learn to talk like that young man? I’m telling your other father.

Wool: I’d be more worried about the “yeah you’ve always been the one who doesn’t care how messy you are” just how messy do you guys smash?

Ender: we freak nasty I fear

Nemesis: play date? 

Ender: woman bleaugh

Nightmare: so where can I sign up to join next time?

Blade: Tubbo handles their sessions so ask him

Goat: Damn straight, gotta take care of my boys. And when Tom wakes up he’s getting a fuck ton of cuddles, water and advul cause he’s gonna sound WICKED. I’m gonna get off on him talking I swear it

Angel: ah.

Angel: young love ig?