#I NEED THAT FAT BOY

[spoopieere]

First time drawing the Dudes.. i'm being haunted </3

Can you guys guess who my favorite Dude is yet?

TUMBLR PLEASE I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG-

[spookonlooks]

WIP based off this doodle I made (idk if I’ll keep the nose, it kinda looks good)

[h3avyhound]

i could fix darryl wilson just gimme a joint and a brokeback mountain dvd

[kiwilittle]

He keeps appearing on my tl so I had to draw him.

[kucka-g]

fat Saejima edit because it's what we deserve

[giminal]

i dont have the post but a couple days ago i saw a post abt arcade gannon but hes a bear and i cannot stop thinking abt it ♥️

[second-breakfast-fics]

Up in the Attic, Down on His Knees

Pairing: Johnny x Hector (crackship) | Rating: Explicit (18+) | Part two

Part one here

CW/TW: Oral, penetration, praise, body worship, filthy praise kink, emotional vulnerability, Johnny is OBSESSED™, slow tender loving, one-sided insecurity, Johnny is a slut for Hector's body, SAY GEX?!

Johnny’s tongue dragged a slow line over the soft skin of Hector’s lower belly, and Hector flinched, breath catching. “You sure you wanna do this?” he muttered, voice barely a whisper. “I mean—look at me.”

“I am looking,” Johnny said, voice thick with want. “You think I’d be on my knees if I wasn’t sure?”

His fingers tugged at the drawstring of Hector’s flannel pants, loosening them gently, then sliding the waistband down with aching slowness. His breath hitched as Hector’s cock came into view—thick, flushed, already hard with want and embarrassment.

Johnny groaned. “Ohhh yes…”

Hector tried to look away, but Johnny reached up, cupping his jaw, tilting his face back toward him. “Hey. Don’t hide. I want this. I want you. You’re so—God, you’re perfect.”

Then he ducked his head and took him into his mouth.

Hector gasped—hands flying to Johnny’s shoulders, trembling. “J-Jesus—! T-Thank you, my love!”

Johnny moaned around him, sinking deeper, his lips sealing around the head as his tongue licked along the underside with obscene skill. He sucked like he meant it, like Hector was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted—and judging by the blissed-out sound he made, he meant it.

Hector bucked, but Johnny held him down with firm, reverent hands on his hips, swallowing him inch by inch. He pulled back only to kiss the tip, then suck him down again—deeper this time. One hand slipped down to cradle Hector’s belly, thumb stroking the soft skin like it was sacred.

“You’re gonna kill me,” Johnny panted when he came up for air, spit slicking his chin. “You’re so gorgeous, darlin'. Look at you. Look how good you taste.”

Hector whimpered—actually whimpered—his thighs shaking.

“Lie down for me,” Johnny murmured. “Please? Lemme love you proper.”

He helped Hector to the floor—laid him out like something precious, kissing his belly, his chest, his inner thighs, every part of him Hector had ever hated. He didn’t rush. He lingered.

When Johnny knelt between Hector’s legs, a packet of lube already in hand like he’d been fantasizing about this for weeks, he looked up and asked softly, “Still okay?”

Hector nodded, eyes wide and glassy.

“Words, baby.”

“I… yeah. I want you. I—, I need you.... Please... Please my love... I am unworthy... Please”

That was all it took.

Johnny lubed his cock, moaning at the feel, and then reached between them to slick Hector open with slow, careful fingers. He went gently—tender but firm, kissing Hector through every nervous shiver.

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered. “So tight and warm. You’re makin’ me lose my gosh darn mind, sweetheart.”

When he finally lined himself up and pressed inside, both of them gasped.

Hector was stretching around him, warm and slick and trembling. Johnny buried his face in Hector’s shoulder as he sank in slowly, inch by aching inch, until he was fully sheathed—deep, wrapped in heat.

“Oh Hector—so good, so tight—mine, you hear me?”

Hector could barely speak. “Y-Yeah—yours, Johnny—!”

Johnny moved slow, rocking into him with deep, dragging thrusts, his hands roaming greedily over Hector’s body—his soft belly, his plush thighs, the curve of his waist. “I love all of this,” he groaned. “You feel like heaven. I could live in you.”

Each thrust drove the breath from Hector’s lungs, pleasure building like a storm.

“You make the sweetest sounds,” Johnny moaned. “Keep talkin’ to me, sugar”

“I—I’m close,” Hector gasped. “Fuck—Johnny, please—”

“I got you,” Johnny whispered, reaching between them to stroke him. “Let go. Come for me, sweetheart.”

With a strangled cry, Hector did—spilling over Johnny’s hand, whole body shuddering as pleasure hit him like a freight train. Johnny followed moments later, groaning deep as he came inside him, hips stuttering, burying himself to the hilt.

They collapsed together, breathless.

For a long time, there was only the sound of their panting, the faint hum of the vent, the sweat-damp warmth of skin against skin.

“…Still think I don’t want you?” Johnny whispered, kissing Hector’s temple.

Hector blinked up at him, dazed.

“…I think you ruined me.”

Johnny grinned. “Good. Maybe now you’ll finally see what I do.”

[soggywetsocks]

I need that fat boy.

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

I downloaded the wrong Unlikely chat.. bro what is thisss this does NOT happen in the game 😭

[haxardouswaste]

his grand festival fit awoke something in me

[s0cks-png]

AAAUGGHHJZJA BOB ON WALL!!!!!!!!!!

[nerophobia]

CHARLIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

i need him an unhealthy amount.

[poolcore]

He’s asking for a hug!

[fizzypoppinz]

the main man himself

[douchewiththeshades]

ART FIGHT START FIGHT

First attack for @slimecola of their boy ven!

god's perfect man

[soggywetsocks]

I'm love him