#idubbbz imagines

[cheesecakeluver]

why was idubz there? he’s so irrelevant and the only reason he was there was due to him creating the creator clash. + claire, chase, hamzah, haley and martin all following him? disgusting. i really hope their comeback is good, because i’ve just been falling out of love for their content. even the boxing match didn’t excite me, and yes, that’s probably a personal preference but i’ve spoken to many who share the same opinion. i just wish they would look and research the people they interact with. first mattia polibia, now idubz? smh.

[charlesoberonn]

‘The Truth Always Comes Out’ The Truth: “I’m gay”

I'm imagining it like the iDubbbz clip

[ghastigiggles]

do yall know if hqs VA does voice coms like gianni & arty do. i need to hear them doing that "mission control, we have a belligerent dumbass here that won't cooperate" iDubbbz line i cant stop laughing as i imagine it

[la-era-atomica]

Saw someone making a joke about Ian of iDubbbz and Anisa divorcing. Could you imagine a divorced iDubbbz? Like he'd make Musk look secure. Of anyone in the world, he is the only person where wokeness DID destroy his life.

[lacesoflove]

hihihi im going anon for this because some of this fanbase (like you mentioned) are genuinely cruel, but I wanted to start off with I’m really glad to hear from your account. I wish you nothing but good health and I hope you’ve been able to find yourself in a better place now like you deserve <3 the internet is a cesspool, so I can only imagine how overwhelming everything feels even on the scale of running a blog,, again I wish you nothing but the best :)

to comment on your slushy noobz rant, I think you are so right and it’s such an unfortunate thing that SO many fans will never accept that truth. it is so insanely icky to platform idubbbz IN THE BIG 2025? and with chase and claire, like c’mon… why do we keep giving these white creators who show no remorse for their blatant mockery of the black community so much grace?? what did they do to earn that ‘pass’ other than the fact that they’re white and made you laugh a couple times? its not like they’ve had sincere apologies (that I’ve seen atleast, please correct me if I’m wrong)

asomeone who’s been a fan since 4freakshow, it’s really disappointing seeing the lack of change — I am a fundamental believer that you can improve, and accountability is really everything, but when there’s no accountability??? how will you ever really change? they don’t want to admit their faves can be problematic and it’s very reminiscent on the dsmp fan base like you said, as a survivor myself .. I’m sorry ik.. it was so infuriating that people could be more upset over their comfort streamer being EXPOSED as a horrible person instead of the fact they’re a horrible person. people forget these are grown adults, they can defend themselves in this case particularly!

I love slushy noobz btw!! I don’t think they’re horrible!! but that doesn’t mean I won’t hold them accountable for this weird behavior — like we should hold anyone that has a platform accountable if they do something wrong! I’m not calling for their cancellation or anything, but it is very possible to see the flaws in something you enjoy, especially when these ‘flaws’ are pure ignorance?

it feels like a breath of fresh air hearing opinions from slushies that can call this out, because hopefully people with a mental maturity past 12 can draw conclusions for themselves, and maybe think twice before blindly sending death threats over someone that they don’t really know.

i’m going to let this inboxed message just be my final statement for the time being - i don’t think i’m gonna reply or alnowledge messages where theyre clearly not even making an effort to understand where other people are coming from and if people want to continue asking me for like my input and my thoughts on the issue, whether it be the patreon or the racism shit, i refuse to regard people who use micro aggressive language

also thank you anon for your sweet words <33 some of the messages and stuff have been overwhelming but ive been black, poor and queer on the internet for like all my life, you get desensitised to people calling you a brokey for criticising merch prizes or sensitive when it comes to questioning creators’ close associations to literal racists.

[insectfem]

forgot that the r slur is something people actually say and not something i just laugh about people saying. i hope you know the second i read that word, i laugh out loud and imagine 2015 idubbbz typing on a keyboard with tears in his eyes, and nothing you say to me matters

[xisumasimp]

The fact that Chad was an absolute Chad when wrangling idubbbz is so trippy to me, they used to dislike each other so much, absolutely no chemistry and when they interacted in videos it always had this "best friends Actual Best Friend" dynamic ????

Im explaining myself poorly what i wanna say is Chad was such a good guy in the latest Cold Ones episode, the way he TRIED to joke with idubbbz, put him in the middle, call him Head Chef etc,

While ian was awkwardly standing ????? There? In silence? The most we heard him was bantering with Darcy abt a fucking tiktok

Also shoutout to Prezoh, this has been the toughtest episode so far and it was all bearable bc of him, i heard the patreon version is even worse ans more boring,,,, i can just imagine the hours of unusable footage

Ian was so quiet, so out of there :^(((((

[pupcroft]

MY SONGS…YOUR VOICE — joji x reader

IN WHICH y/n is cooking and starts to hum Window and joji starts melt.

TW:: Japanese is spoke,, translations provided , fem reader.

˖⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˖

⠀𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌⠀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵⠀𝖺⠀𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽⠀𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕⠀𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 ,

⠀⠀🗝⠀𝗈𝗋⠀𝖺𝗍⠀𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁⠀𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁⠀𝗍𝗈⠀𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾⠀𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 !⠀

˖⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀˖

As y/n rolled the makisu,, the sushi began to take shape as the birds twittered outside she began to absentmindedly hum her husbands song.

“I see nothing out the window, window~” y/n mused under her breath as she began to slice the sushi with the sharp knife,, as it hit against the board eventually placing the sushi on the slate platters.

“Nothing out the window” y/n sung as she lay the chopsticks down on the table she knew joji wouldn’t use them , most likely.

As joji walked out of the bedroom he heard slight singing and muttering he quickly recognised the song as one of his own, window from the In tongues (delux) album a small rose tint spread across his neck as he smiled.

Walking into the kitchen joji wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist as she smiled moving her head back to meet her husbands eyes ,, the eye bags she loved so much the honey eyes she could loose herself in for hours.

“Hi, Ningyō (doll)” joji whispered planting a kiss on her forehead as his eyes scanned over his wife’s face her smile,, her soft lips the grapefruit chapstick made them evermore soft.

“Afternoon Dārin (darling)” y/n smiled as she gestured to the kitchen table jojis eyes darting to it as he noticed the plethora of home cooked food he smiled.

“Y/n miller what did I say about overworking yourself?” Joji remarked as he sat down at the table next to his girlfriend planting a firm hand on her thigh.

“Believe me, George, it didn’t take long to make I’ve been doing it for years it doesn’t feel like too much anymore” y/n answered as she played some of the tuna rolls.

“Whatever you say, Shin'ainaru-kun e (my dear)” George’s laughed lightly as he picked up some of the salmon sashimi.

“Anyway love, how are max and Ian?” You asked as george sighed eventually finishing the sashimi

“They were busy today but I plan to see them soon!” He laughed as smiled widely as y/n planted a hand on his shoulder as a knock rang through the apartment George perked his head to the side as y/n stood up

“Hold on I’ll get it hanii (honey)” y/n sped to the door watching as a very excited max and Ian waited at the door y/n planted a finger over her lips ushering them in

“Ian? Max?” Joji asked as he sprung from his seat speeding to the two men engulfing them in a group hug they both smiled.

“I thought you guys where busy??” Joji questioned as they all sat at the table tucking into the food below them.

“We where on the plane here you silly cunt” max chuckled as he swallowed the sushi.

[persistentarcade]

Fandom List

Hey y’all! I promised I would write a list of the fandoms I take requests/commissions for. Here they are: 

80s movies (Bill and Ted, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, etc--if you would like an 80s request, just message the film name and I’ll see what I can do!)

Celebrities (depending on the celebrity)

Cancer Crew (Ian, Joji, Max--yes I know this fandom is dead)

Cold Ones 

Crimson Peak

Disney 

It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia 

Marvel (Particularly the MCU, Deadpool and The Fantastic Four. I currently do not write for X-Men) 

The Monkees

Musicals 

Night at the Museum

The Office 

The Outsiders 

Parks and Recreation

Popee The Performer 

Stranger Things

TF2

Willy’s Wonderland 

I’m sure I forgot other fandoms, so if you don’t see your fandom on here, DM me and I’ll see what I can do! I will also write an original work for you! 

[moneyshotian]

"why do you always walk your dog at exactly 12am every night? do you not enjoy sleep?"

I chose ian for this prompt, hope you like it! feedback is always appreciated

Youwere for the most part; not too much of a light sleeper, but lately,it seems every little thing wakes you up in the middle of the night.

Everynight for the past week, your neighbor, you can’t recall his name,the cute one with the glasses, you’d call him, always walked his doglate at night.

The dogwas usually on it’s best behavior. You couldn’t recall it barkingduring the day and it was mostly quiet, except for when he decided totake it on a walk at 12 AM, it gets so excited that it’d bark loudlyuntil you were forced out of your sleep, waiting for the guy and hisdog to leave. You had no idea why no one else decided to complain.

Yougroaned loudly, hearing the dog start to bark and you moved theblankets from your body, anger sweeping over your features as you gotup from the bed. You glanced at the clock before walking out, 12 AM.

Youshook your head, throwing on a sweatshirt over your pajamas as youmade your way to the front door of your apartment. You pressed yourear to the door, waiting for the sound of his door to open.

Onceyou heard the door open and close, you swung open the door. Thesudden movement right across the hall, mildly startled the tall manin front of you.

Hecould tell you were angry, but he didn’t have much time to greet youbefore you started talking.

“Whydo you always walk your dog at exactly, 12 AM, every night? Do younot enjoy sleep?” You narrowed your eyes at the man, who onlylaughed in response.

“It’snot my fault you’re such an early bird.” He responded, tilting hishead at you, looking much like a puppy.

Youscoffed, wanting to sass the man back, but his dog decided to paw atyour leg and your eyes immediately softened at the creature. Youkneel down to be at eye level with the dog as a grin was replaced onyour face when the dog licked you. “Well, thank you! Aren’t you thesweetest?” You smiled at the dog, scratching behind it’s ears andpetting it’s head, completely forgetting about the dogs owner and whyyou were here in the first place.

Iancleared his throat, attempting to hide a smile at the view in frontof him. A cute girl petting his dog, maybe he should use Silvio topick up girls more often.

Youwere pulled away from the dog to look up at his owner; your neighbor.“Sorry, your dog is just so cute. What’s their name?” You smiledup at him, still petting the dog.

“Ian-I mean, that’s my name, the dog is Silvio.” He stuttered a bit, asmall blush making it’s way onto his cheeks and you laughed, standingup again to face him.

“Well,Ian, it’s nice to finally know your name. I’m Y/N.”

Ianpushed up his glasses, nodding his head at you, a shy smile on hisface. “It’s nice to know your name too, Y/N.”

Youstood there for a minute in silence before biting at your bottom lip.“I came out here to complain, but I like you and your dog enough tooverlook this.”

Ianlaughed and the sound made your smile widen even more. “How verykind of you. I’d love to continue talking, but I don’t want Silvio topiss in these hallways, I’ll probably get evicted.”

Younodded your head at him before petting his dog on the head once more.“Till next time.”

Youentered back into your apartment, a grin still on your face from theencounter, you didn’t want to be creepy, but you wanted to get toknow him better.

Itwas the next weekend that you could stay up late and not care, yousat on the couch, waiting for the sound of Ian’s door to open. It wasprobably creepy, probably really creepy, but you wanted to see himand his cute dog again.

Yousighed, glancing at the clock, 12:30 AM. You were beginning to thinkthat maybe Ian wasn’t home, but you changed your mind as you heardthe barking and the door. You quickly shot up from the couch.

Yourfeet carried you to the door as you swung it open, face to face withIan. You weren’t exactly sure what your plan was, maybe just to talk.

“Hey!Glad I caught you I… Uh…” You racked your brain for some dumbexcuse as to why you needed to talk to him, but settled for the truthinstead. “I just wanted to see Silvio again.” Okay, so maybe itwasn’t the whole truth.

Ianbit his lip, nodding his head at you. He didn’t buy the excuse.

Youknelt down by the dog, Silvio gives you a hello kiss, you laughed yetagain at the feeling. “What a sweet dog.” You glanced up at Ian,who was already smiling down at you, but quickly averted his gazewhen you looked up.

“Heseems to like you.” Ian finally spoke, studying the way the dogacted around you.

“I’mglad! I definitely like him.” You gave Silvio one last pet beforeyou stood up. “I’ll let you two go, now.” You laughed, movingyour eyes away from Ian’s.

“Itwas good seeing you again.” He said before he moved to walk awaywith Silvio, but stopped abruptly, turning around to face you again.“Hey, do you wanna…” Ian cleared his throat. “Do you wannawalk with us, tonight? If you’re not busy or you don’t have to go tosleep yet?” Ian asked hopefully, hoping it wasn’t an odd request.

Youlaughed, looking down at your attire before you decided to shrug.“I’d love to.”

[mere-mortifer]

If there's anyone still interested in writing/reading about:

Cancer Crew

The Filthy Frank Show

Joji in general

Something about the lore in the Nectar MVs, especially:

Gimme Love music video

Sanctuary music video

You can sign up for Yuletide because they've all been nominated and have a couple of offers and requests. I'd love to match with someone interested in these fandoms :)

(For the uninitiated: Yuletide is a fic exchange for very small fandoms. Think of it as a Secret Santa, but instead of going in blind your giftee has a list of ideas and prompts you can use in your fic!)

[ian-fucking-carter]

Imma dig a hole and just,,,,fuckin put myself in it

[gentlemenclubbbz]

submissive (Ian)

For @thatbabz, a dominant Ian (or, at least I tried). 

This does not mean I am back or accepting requests. I don’t want to give hope to anyone or people to have expectations that I have returned :( It’s hard to write for them. And sorry if I’m a bit rusty!

Enjoy! 

**

Ian knew very well why he was attracted to you. He’ll probably never admit it, but the reason why constantly runs in his head:

It was because you played the innocence card so fucking well.

He didn’t consider himself attracted to shy persons, the kind that liked to stay on the sidelines. Not like the possibility of it couldn’t happen; fate proved him wrong when he stumbled upon you. It wasn’t like you were shy. Maybe just with new people. In private—and when you wanted to be—you were outspoken and fun and as crazy as him. He liked that about you, a welcome surprise in his life that helped him with his videos and took care when he went too far. You just were stuck like glue.

But what he loved the most is, like stated above, your innocence.

You didn’t do it on purpose; but if you did, then damn, you were playing this role so fucking well. It wasn’t fair when you bent over to get something and when you’d straighten up, you’d be like “What? How else am I supposed to get it?” Seriously, can’t you see his hungry expression, lusting for that booty? Something in you turned him on, despite his claims that he wasn’t a sexual person. When you look at him with those big eyes, smile cutely whenever he made an innuendo and cocking your head to the side like “I’m not from Tennessee, Ian.”  

It drove him crazy. Whenever you wore something more revealing, went outside, and someone started to talk to you—suggestively. You took that as a friendly conversation and didn’t pick out on the fact that the guy was flirting with you. Ian couldn’t leave you for one second unsupervised because you’d be willing to help anyone out. And he had a feeling you wouldn’t say ‘no’ to riding with strangers. You were his, a thing he’d constantly had to remind others—and you. How many times has he kissed you in front of the possible douchebag? How many times have you laughed at his jealousy?

“Ian, not everyone wants me!”

But they did. And he craved for your essence badly. You woke up instincts inside of him—predatory ones—that he never knew he had. He was always submissive and passive, especially when it comes to sex. But you—

Fuck, did he want to ravage you unto submission. The fact that you had no clue what was going on inside his head drove him mad.  

He couldn’t resist much around you. He knew he’d snap one day. And he did, obviously. No one could resist you in his fantasy outfit, something as innocent as a highschool uniform triggered him—he vowed to ruin you when he got home.

“Ian?” you ask curiously, unsure of why he was looming above you so menacingly. There was a dark glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine. You attempted a smile, but it was wobbly from the nerves. Never did Ian came upon you like this. “What’s up?”  

“I think you’ve been bad, [name],” he answers huskily, leaning over you and trapping you on the couch.  

“Oh,” you visibly relaxed; a thing that entices him even more. “Did I forget to throw the garbage again?”  

“No,” he whispers, shuddering breath. “You did something way worse?”  

“Like?” you cocked your head.  

Instead of answering, he dips low and captures your lips with his. You were expecting the soft and caring kisses he usually gives, but you are not ready for the hunger in his mouth. He immediately parts your lips with his tongue, wanting entrance which you grant mostly by surprise. He roams your mouth, not letting you breathe and you struggle to keep up. But, at the end of the day, you like it—it makes your genitals tingle with hotness. He never acted like this, even if you desired him.  

Maybe you weren’t as innocent as you said you were. Ian immediately noticed it when you started kissing him back with the same fervor. With a start, he grabs your hair and pulls it back, not in a way that hurts you. He looks down at you with an evil grin, not believing that you duped him all this time. Your aroused expression told him the truth, everything that he needed to know. After seeing your flushed cheeks, parted swollen lips, Ian can’t help but let out a “Naughty...” through his lips. That made you smirk in a way he never saw you do.

“You finally cracked?” you ask, furthering the idea that you were just playing.  

Ian feels a thrill going through his body—and he can’t deny the fact that he was totally growing a boner. “You minx. Is it all an act?”  

“Not really,” you shrugged. “I just had a hunch and, well...” you look to the side, feeling sheepish. “We had to do this one day.”

Ian blinked, out of his groove. “You wanted sex?”  

“I, well...maybe?”  

Your rosy cheeks were adorable. So it wasn’t just all an act. You were just using it to get to the real point. Ian couldn’t picture you as husky, but hey, here you were. He couldn’t read your mind and he definitely couldn’t guess you were actually dirty. There were many layers to you he was interested in peeling off.  

You continued to surprise him—and he liked that. He felt a surge of affection for you then instantly turned into raw lust.  

“Well, you have my attention.” He grabs your shoulders and makes you stand up. With one swift motion, he turns you around and bends you over the couch. You gasp as he slaps your rear hard, lifting your skirt up. He caresses your sweet cheeks, tracing his thumb over the fabric of your underwear, eliciting a glad response from you.  

Ian leans over you to reach your ear and grunts cruelly: “Don’t manipulate me again, you hear me?”

You like that a lot. “Yes,” you moan, eager for this to go on. You didn’t expect this to work so well, but damn.  

“Who am I?” he slaps your butt again, harder. You squeak.  

“I-Ian.”  

He slaps you again then savagely takes off your underwear. He’s already hard and his boner was straining his jeans—and you can hear him panting behind you.  

“Wrong. I’m your master.”

“Oh.” You try to turn your head to watch him, but he immediately snaps at you: “You don’t get to watch me.”

“O-Ok, master Ian...” you quickly slip into this role, being the obedient to his dominant. Ian also liked ordering you around and he felt a new kind of high.  

“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?”   “Ye-Yes...” Just get it over with.

“You’re lucky I want it too,” he growls, using one hand to fumble with the button of his pants. He didn’t think he’d last long in this scenario and he wanted a taste of you so bad. You also felt eager and lifted your butt into the air to make him rush. “Fuck..” he curses when he doesn’t feel like he’s fast enough. When he’s free, he immediately starts poking your entrance. Damn, he was wet. “You ready for me?”  

“Yes, master..” you breathe out, feeling the tense atmosphere between the two of you. “Please..”  

“Yeah, beg,” he purrs, stroking his dick with his free hand. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“Mmm, Ian—”

“You want to get punished, [name]? What did I tell you?”  

“Sorry, master. But I want you.” You dare glance back—a thing which he doesn’t protest, too invested in masturbating himself. “I want that dick inside me.”  

“Ahh,” he growls and he can’t contain himself anymore. Without a warning, he penetrates you—but at least you were ready for it. With a pleasured moan, you whisper his name, but he’s lost control of his dominant persona for a few seconds. However, he recovers, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back. He starts moving, completely enjoying the feeling of you around him—and you love the way he was pumping into you like a rabid animal. The sloppy noises of the intercourse fill the empty room, soon replaced by your moans then yells.

“You like that, huh? You like that?” Ian shouts over your raising voice. “You think it’s funny to make me feel this way?”  

“Mas--Master, ah, fuck yeah!”

“Be polite.” Ian enjoyed the power he had over you: it only made you more aroused and into it.  

You can’t respond because he’s getting rougher, sinking his nails into your skin as he tries to hold control. He’s getting sloppier and, involuntarily, he’s getting closer to the finish line. You could feel him and, honestly, you were also ready to climax: a few more thrusts and that was it.  

“Are you going to come?” you ask, out of breath.

“Have I given you permission to talk? Also, I don’t think you’re the one to allow me to finish.” You keep your mouth shut, focusing on your own pleasure. “Tell me what you want, then.”

A bit hesitant, you ask, “Will you finish me off afterward, master?”

He grins brightly, as if he wasn’t just fucking you raw. It was as if he was smiling at the camera for his viewers. He was sweating terribly and he felt close, but he answers, breathless. “If you can make me cum.”

He doesn’t have to say twice because you do your best to please him, grinding your hips against him. Ian grabs a hold of you, trying to set it to his pace since he was still in charge of the whole thing. You match his pace, trying to make him cum.

And he does—hard. He pulls out before and cums on your back, letting out a very long groan; you moan in response, touching yourself until you come to completion. Exhausted, you collapse on the couch, looking at Ian, who tried to be as composed as possible. But he’s not, flushed out and sweating, as if he couldn’t believe that that just happened.

“You ok?” he asks, out of breath. He’s back to his sweet self and you’re not sure how to react.  

“Y-Yes, uh...” Should you call him ‘master’? “You?”  

“Good.”  

There is an awkward moment between the two of you as the tension dissipates. You try to cover yourself and feel icky sticky, so you stand up. “Umm...”

“I don’t mind doing this again,” Ian says suddenly, surprising you. He grins in a way that tells you his other ‘personality’ will come out to play more often.   You smile sheepishly.

“And, next time, I won’t be as nice.”

You shudder. “Can’t wait.”  

[jojidotcom]

what do people think the end is going to be? the lore is still going on in his pkmn videos but it sure is subtle, I hope there’s a good conclusion probably at the end of the year?

[holywaterandlove]

Thank you to everyone who is still around! (Yall probably just forgot you follow me ) I have had a major case of writers block and haven’t been able to finish anything. So...

Would anyone want to read my imagines from when I was 13? 🤠 or chapters from short stories? ⭐️

(#cringeybutentertaining , Y’all can laugh at me)

[nothingphobia]

An update with chatting with a friend: Infinite sends not only cursed food images but cursed images in general. Most have his number or device blocked but he still manages to send them