I'm Alex/Miku, 25 years old and I use he/they pronouns! I'm genderfluid on t and pansexual :)
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new holiday I made up that can occur on any day except tuesday. and basically you think about ilip getting vivisected. it has to be sexual or else it doesn't count
i uh. Watched two vods from deraps channel. The new one, where he plays a horror game and whimpers pathetically when scared, which is hot (also in a call, whore) and another one from a month ago where he's muted for a hour with tape in his mouth. Soo much kidnapping and rape ideas to think about, and I'm not too into it either, so that's a win
dick makes people mentally ill. dick havers, dick wannabes and dick lovers are all insane. it's like toxoplasmosis, you have compulsive need to defend and push and worship dicks all the time and spead your dick mania to everywhere you go.
this seems rational and grounded in empirical evidence
i uh. Watched two vods from deraps channel. The new one, where he plays a horror game and whimpers pathetically when scared, which is hot (also in a call, whore) and another one from a month ago where he's muted for a hour with tape in his mouth. Soo much kidnapping and rape ideas to think about, and I'm not too into it either, so that's a win
And/or, like, tubbo has an arranged wedding with Tommy (LMAOO) and before tubbo has to say yes, scar gets in and runs away with tubbo in the Woods, and maybe they fuck afterwards.
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i burst out laughing at the arranged wedding LMAO
(warning for cuckolding and scar being a little creepy. maybe. if you squint. he knows how to gaslight suspiciously younger boys into his kinks is all i’m saying)
but i think they should get through with the wedding.
it's what their parents want, right?, and it'll finally make them shut up about toby's seemingly unexisting love life (he just really knows how to keep things on the low), plus tommy is his childhood best friend, so it's fine. toby can survive that.
what he apparently can't survive, though, is the way scar keeps staring at him during the whole ceremony. scar is one of toby's father's closest friends, so of course he has a good seat, a good view, and toby gets hotter under his collar by the second; there isn't a single moment during the wedding in which he glances at scar's direction and scar isn't eyeing him, shamelessly devouring toby's figure, all large shoulders and toned legs, standing charmingly shorter than tommy despite his build.
"you can now kiss," and toby can feel scar's eyes burning the back of his skull as he leans forward and pecks tommy's mouth.
"that was a beautiful ceremony," scar says, wheeling closer to toby when everyone is too busy celebrating and drinking. toby is pretty sure he saw tommy - his husband - take off his tie and wrap it around harry's neck at some point.
toby lets out an unimpressed chuckle, "no, it wasn't. this fucking sucks," and sips on his third or fourth glass of champagne.
scar snickers, putting a warm palm on the small of toby's back, and toby's legs threaten to give out. "at least there's a honeymoon to look up to, hm? where are the lovebirds going?"
"nowhere," toby creaks out, looking down for the first time since the conversation started, just now seeing the everlasting smirk on scar's face. scar's eyebrows arch in interest, prompting toby to continue, and toby would be damned if he didn't follow what scar wanted him to do, "our parents just rented a cabin in the middle of the forest for three days. it's, like, fifteen minutes from here. nothing much."
"sounds good. relaxing, even," scar sneaks his hand to toby's waist, pulling him a bit closer, "i think being alone in the woods is exactly the type of honeymoon a newlywed couple wants."
"as if," toby chuckles, downing more champagne, "we'll probably just play videogames and sleep. we don't really see each other like that."
scar glances over the group of people laughing and dancing just a few meters away. it's not hard to find tommy, partly because of his height, partly because of his intense stare, something that borders a glare and pierces right through scar's head, something that mixes a boiling anger with a twist of uncertainty.
oh, yeah; good thing scar is double their age. toby might've never noticed, but scar sees right through both of them.
they might just need a little... push. and scar's more than willing to be the one to do so.
so when it's time for the couple to finally end the night and head for the cabin, scar gently offers himself to go with them, just to make sure everything at the rented cabin is fine, we don't want our freshly married angels to be stressed on their honeymoon, right? and toby's dad thanks scar over and over for his kindness as scar calls for an uber and follows toby's car to the cabin.
scar is nothing but a sweet talker, and, since they weren't really planning to consummate the wedding, toby invites scar to sleep over. it was late, after all.
"what is your deal?" tommy approaches scar in the living room. faintly, in the background, they can hear toby singing in the shower.
scar smiles, "my deal? what do you mean?"
"you know fucking well what i mean," tommy frowns, "why are you here? why were you groping my husba- my friend earlier?"
scar's smile gets bigger.
"you can say he's your husband, you know. it's the truth."
tommy falters. "uh, yeah, but- but we don't really-"
"see each other like that?" scar interrupts, "yeah, i’ve heard that before. but i find it hard to believe."
tommy blushes. scar pats the empty seat on his side, and tommy sits, eyes wide and unsure.
"what are you afraid of?" scar asks, leaning his face on one hand, staring at tommy directly. tommy gulps and shrugs. "you gotta be careful. if you don't step up, someone's gonna steal toby from you."
"like who?" tommy utters before he can control himself.
scar just smirks.
“maybe that would actually help you,” scar goes on, watching tommy’s expression attentively, from the way his breath quivers to the bite on his lower lip, “seeing your husband with someone else. seeing toby in their arms, lost in pleasure, calling out for their name instead of yours. is that what you want, tommy?”
toby enters the living room, toweling his hair, “are you guys hungry? i think my dad left us some food in the fridge.”
tommy looks at him, then back at scar, and he’s out of breath already, face fully red and golden hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead, and he locks eyes with scar, and scar arches an eyebrow, and tommy licks his lips and nods.
from then on it’s easy, too fucking easy, and toby just needs a bit of talking through to let scar pull him closer and kiss him hungrily, a kiss so different from the single one toby shared with tommy at the wedding that tommy’s stomach sinks - and it’s so good.
when toby kneels down in front of scar, eager to have scar’s cock inside of his mouth, scar pets toby’s hair and says he’s such a good boy, there you go, good boy, toby, all the while staring directly at tommy’s widened eyes. not that tommy doesn’t have his hand down his pants, of course, but he’s not the focus.
and when toby is kissing scar’s face and neck, calling for scar, scar, scar like a prayer, scar is pretty sure he hears tommy groaning softly. toby cums more than once, getting rid of all of his pent-up frustration, moaning and grabbing onto scar like his life depends on it.
and when toby is done, chest heaving in ragged breaths and tears drying down his cheeks, he looks over his shoulder to where tommy is still sitting, with a wet spot on his pants and lips parted, and says, “oh, yeah. i forgot you were there.”
scar doesn’t miss how tommy’s cock jumps. he smirks, pulling toby in for a hug, and toby cuddles him instantly. scar looks at tommy and mouths a satisfied? to him.
tommy gets up silently and heads for the bathroom. scar chuckles under his breath, caressing toby’s back.
their relationship would never be the same: either they would try and actually live like a married couple, or it would all go to shambles.
but scar got what he wanted, so he doesn’t really care.
i think scar would get off on the age difference between him and tubbo.
they would stay up late on call and scar would tease tubbo about going "past his bedtime", to which tubbo would mutter out a, "i don't have a bedtime, scar".
scar would constantly say tubbo is "too young to understand" certain jokes and topics, even if tubbo was the one saying innapropriate stuff, and scar would chuckle low on his throat whenever tubbo let an innuendo slip. "you shouldn’t be so knowledgeable about this," "oh, shut up, scar," and they’d laugh together.
scar would mock tubbo for being too young, obviously you were just a little kid and don't remember that, but, back in 2015, and tubbo would have to constantly remind scar that he's already 20, obviously he does remember that, scar.
tubbo would text scar things like "i'm drunk af rn" and scar would reply "drunk? aren't you a bit too young for that?". tubbo would laugh, reminding him that the legal age in the uk is 18, to which scar would say "ooh, right. still think you're too young tho".
tubbo would get pissed off sometimes, saying "i'm an adult, scar," and scar would only giggle and say, "are you, now?", which would only make tubbo more annoyed.
"will i have to prove to you that i'm an adult?" "and how do you plan on doing that? tell me. i'm dying to know."
i feel like Scar would have a name kink. Like. When tubbo rides him and he "accidentally" says "Ryan, p-please" it turns him on so fucking much. Tommy sometimes uses this as his advantage, but everytime he gets absolutely wrecked later.
Tubbo has a praising kink. No need to explain. He just likes when his 2 "FrIeNdS" (husbands) fuck him so much and praising him.
Tommy has a breeding kink. As a threat. Like. C'mon.
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ooooOOHHh scar 1000% LOVES to be called ryan, especially after a long day, when he’s tired and feeling down and needing some attention from his two obedient little boys.
toby would be the sweetest with it, repeating ryan’s name over and over again, to the point where scar would start to feel a bit embarrassed by how much it turns him on. “what is it, ryan? don’t you like it?”, toby would ask, giggling on scar’s ear, all the while running his hands over scar’s chest, leaving tingles over scar’s skin.
“you know i love it,” scar breathes out, and looks up to meet toby’s eyes, “you’re such a good boy for daddy, aren’t you?”
and toby just melts. there’s nothing he loves more than to be praised, loves to hear he’s doing a good job, that he looks so pretty with his lips stretched around scar’s cock, that his strained voice sounds so hot when calling for tommy and ordering him to quit fidgeting so toby can fuck him properly.
“you gotta stay still, love,” ryan whispers in tommy’s ear, holding his lean waist, chest pressed against tommy’s back as tommy shivers and flails his legs, toby reaching so deep inside of him that his whole body twitches, “how else is toby supposed to fill your belly with babies?”
tommy widens his eyes and looks back at scar. scar just smirks, squeezing tommy’s waist.
“oh, fuck, that’s hot,” toby comments, picking up pace, “you want my babies, tom?”
“i… i do,” tommy whines, face burning and hands gripping on to the sheet, eyes clamped shut, “toby, fuck, d-don’t stop.”
“wouldn’t dream of it, love,” toby smirks. he puts a hand over tommy’s stomach and bites his lip, “not until i pump you full of my kids.”
tommy throws his head back and sobs into scar’s shoulder. scar puts both of his hands over tommy’s stomach, holding toby’s hand there, and nuzzles tommy’s sweaty hair.
“you’re gonna look so pretty carrying toby’s child,” scar whispers to him, “there you go, toby, be a good boy and give tommy what he wants.”
thank you in advance for writing tubscarinnit, i thought i was the only one into this ship 😭 if you have any thoughts on them i would love to hear but if not thank you for your service. they have such a great dynamic i need people to see it!!
anon i am holding your hand rn tubscarinnit is SO GOOD. god i love Them.
i love their individual dynamics and these just get enhanced when all three of them are together.
like toby acts all tough with tommy even though he clearly has a crush on tommy, but with scar, toby doesn't even try to hide, stuttering and kicking his feet at the minimum interaction. tommy is oblivious to everything, but he loves to tease toby, and more often than not ends up flustering himself when toby pokes a snarky remark back ("why are you blushing, toby? is it because scar called you a good boy?" "i bet you'd love to be scar's good boy too, asshole"). scar is in the middle of the two, equal times dumb and wise, and mostly chuckles at the two best friends arguing over everything - until scar tells them to "stop and come over here."
i like to think scar is demanding with them, because otherwise he'd completely lose their attention, but scar is so soft and gentle that sometimes tommy and toby feel obligated to take matters into their own hands and boss scar around. it's a constant and playful fight for dominance with lots of teasing and poking.
scar 100% calls them "kids/lil' boys" as well. somehow tommy always gets more embarrassed than toby.
toby loves to be praised by scar and sometimes gets so cock drunk that he momentarily forgets scar can't take everything he's willing to give, turning scar into a breathless, sobbing mess. toby calls him sir, daddy, king, ryan, and each nickname sends shivers down scar's spine.
tommy is always eager and desperate. he's not much of a dirty talker, although he loves to hear toby and scar talking either to him or to each other, but he's so frantic to take off his clothes and kiss and touch and moan and beg for more and more that toby often restrains him so toby and scar can enjoy for longer without having to worry about tommy finishing too soon and losing most of the fun.
scar feels borderline powerful when he's bossing the other two around. he thinks that there's basically nothing at this point that toby and tommy wouldn't do if scar told them to. sometimes just watching they follow scar's orders is enough to bring scar to the edge - he likes obedient little boys, as we all know.
they're dumb and messy and work so well together UGH
In response to doomed yaoi tubscar response I think all three of them should fuck nasty together who needs to know that there's a third very older man in their happy marriage?
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ASDFSHASD I AGREE COMPLETELY !!!
no one needs to know that tommy and tubbo have only managed to get so far because of a third person's involvement - and scar prays no one ever finds out, because damn, his friendships, partnerships and whole reputation would be fucked.
but damn, if these kids didn't do a number on him.
scar was sure he had the upper hand, but, more often than not, he could see himself getting dragged by the other two. toby was demanding and had the stamina of an athlete; tommy was curious and eager to obey and so fucking horny that he had to be tied up a few times to keep himself from touching his dick and climaxing way too early.
their families had bought an apartment for the married couple, so it was easy to come over, “i’m always one call away,” scar says every time they share their goodbyes, smiling softly, as if he didn’t just give the just-friends a new reason to act weird about.
(because scar saw the way tommy and tubbo avoided talking to him in front of their families. how they would fidget and chuckle awkwardly whenever someone asked them how the marriage was going. how they would avoid pda at all costs and at most held hands for family pictures. how they would exchange knowing glances whenever scar was around. and scar was oh so sure that his presence in their wedding was a thing they avoided like the plague inside the smith-simons home. too many unsaid feelings at play.)
or so he thought.
scar had his legs sprawled on the bed, his back comfortably resting on the headboard, fully clothed apart from his pants and underwear pooling on his thighs. toby was grinding against his cock, panting and whining, grabbing onto scar’s shoulders and biting his lip, looking down to where their erections rubbed together. somewhere behind toby, tommy had pulled a chair and was watching their every move.
“so good, scar, fuck,” toby grits out, “shit, i could cum just like this.”
“is that what you want?” scar asks, caressing toby’s jaw, stopping at his chin so they could hold eye contact.
toby shakes his head and stops moving.
ah, yes. scar smiles. he wonders if toby is in the mood to fuck or get fucked today; by the way he was behaving so far, scar is sure toby is going to lay down on the bed to prep himself, legs shamelessly spread-
“tommy,” toby looks over his shoulder, smiling, and stretches an arm in tommy’s direction, “come join us.”
both tommy and scar gasp. tommy widens his eyes, frozen on the spot. he looks from toby to scar and back to toby.
“i, uh-” tommy blabbers.
scar tries to keep his cool, but his brain is already in panic mode. join them? why would the cuck join them? this isn’t what scar had in mind.
but, then again… it’s not like tommy is repulsive or anything. scar knows tommy can be just as obedient as toby, perhaps even more. and there’s nothing that scar loves more than obedient little boys doing everything he tells them to do.
scar tilts his head, staring at tommy, and smirks, “you heard the man, tommy. come to bed now.”
it’s as if tommy wakes up from a haze. he hurries up and walks two long steps until he’s on the bed with the other two, and toby welcomes him with a grasp on his face, pulling him closer, until their mouths clash together and tommy fucking whines. their kiss isn’t anything pretty, all tongue and teeth, and scar distracts himself by caressing toby’s naked chest.
“i have an idea,” toby mutters, smirking.
“yeah?” tommy prompts him, pupils blown wide, cheeks colored red.
“we do just that,” toby giggled and pointed at scar’s cock, “but here.”
oh, god, scar has changed his mind, why didn’t they invite tommy sooner?
tommy frowns, scoffing, “what? i won’t do that. not to him.”
“ouch,” scar smirks, faking a pained expression, staring at tommy as if challenging him, “why not, tom? i thought you wanted to please your husband.”
tommy falters. scar’s smirk only grows wider.
“i-i do. but this…” tommy scratches his neck.
“don’t focus on me, if that’s the problem,” scar caresses toby’s thigh, looking at him, and tommy follow his trail, “focus on your husband.”
toby distracts tommy with all the kisses he needs, and, before tommy can protest again, the head of scar’s dick rubs against their intertwined tongues and effectively shuts all of tommy’s worries. every time tommy opens his eyes, toby returns his gaze and smiles, and tommy lets himself be kissed, lets toby pull on his hair, lets scar’s cock slide just a tiny bit inside his mouth, cheeks hollowed and tongue eager to lick all around.
scar moans, petting both toby’s and tommy’s hair, mind overflowing with pleasure. he can barely register a coherent thought; he’s pretty sure he’s saying something, can hear his voice, low and strained, but all that comes out of his throat is a string of curses and praises mixed together with groans.
when scar cums, toby goes to lick it, but tommy acts quicker and sucks on scar’s tip, letting the thick spurts fill his mouth. toby grabs tommy’s face with both hands and kisses him before he can swallow everything. scar is sure he could get hard again just by the sight if it weren’t for his age and the medication he takes.
but the scene that played in front of him was surely going to his wet dreams stash, because toby pushes tommy on the bed and lays on top of him, still kissing him with too much tongue, and pulls tommy’s pants all the way down his legs to rub against his flushed cock and tommy fucking sobs.
“toby, fuck-” he moans pathetically, scrunching his eyes, holding onto toby’s waist to help him with the twist of his hips. toby sighs.
“feels s’good,” toby mutters, hands on each side of tommy’s head, caging him on the bed, “fuck, tommy, we should- s-should do this more often.”
tommy throws his head back, eyes rolling into his skull, and he cries as if the mere mention of having sex with his husband is enough to drive him to the edge.
and apparently it is, scar notes dully, as tommy’s cock shudders and spills cum all over his stomach and toby’s own erection.
how come toby has never noticed? maybe he’s too dense, or maybe just acts like he doesn’t know. either way, scar thinks, he must be tired of playing pretend, judging by the way he grabs onto tommy and mashes their lips together, body fully shivering as he ruts against tommy’s thigh and rides his climax.
“satisfied?” scar asks, holding open his arms, “if so, come rest a bit. the two of you.”
toby and tommy cuddle up on scar’s chest. scar wishes he was a fly, just to see how this whole situation would unfold between the married couple. the cuckold-voyeur-third person on our bed they could somewhat ignore, but this?
rpf tubscar especially makes me ghhhh bc their age gap is so sexy to me. and the fact that tubbo literally grew up watching scar is just... you know this man is head over heels for his favorite youtuber and would do Anything for him. scar could tell tubbo to hold a handstand for 5 hours and tubbo would do it, no questions asked, and then would sulk for not being able to do it properly bc he doesn't want to disappoint scar.
and the YEARNING. don't get me started on the yearning, these two are the textbook definition of slow burn. not only they have this difference in age, but they live far apart and have very different lifestyles, so they always think the other is not interested. tubbo doubts scar would have time for him, knows scar has so much to do, thinks he's too annoying to hang out with scar because of the constant cursing and repetition of words. and scar doesn't want to bother tubbo, sees tubbo constantly hanging out with friends, drinking, doing subathons, playing all sorts of games and just being a normal young adult and scar really doesn't want to disturb that. so they stay silent, gazing at each other's discord profile, hoping the other will magically send a dm inviting for a call later that day, maybe we can revisit our sky block world?
eventually someone has to take initiative and i guess one night tubbo just feels restless and mindlessly sends scar a message, not really waiting for an answer, hand hovering over the 'delete message' button just seconds before a new text pops up in chat. 'hey, tubbo! isn't it late there? why are you awake? :)'
and then eventually it turns into a habit, two restless and anxious men bonding over minecraft, space, twitch, content creation and everything else. tubbo shows scar a dj set he's preparing for a stream and scar acts as if he's not interested in tubbo's hands moving quickly; scar shows tubbo his minecraft test world and explains in detail every single build and tubbo acts as if he's not dangerously focused on how skillful and experient scar is at the game. it shouldn't be hot... but it is. and both of them always say their goodbyes and go lay on their beds with their heads full of thoughts they feel ashamed about - thoughts that more often than not lead them to sneak a hand past the waistband of their pants.
and when they meet up irl? all hell breaks loose. the thoughts that were so well contained in the deepest, darkest spaces of their brains suddenly spill out as they try to act normal near each other. scar, who likes to be independent and hates it when someone tries to "help him", is suddenly okay with tubbo pushing his wheelchair and getting him food and water when the event gets too crowded. tubbo, who famously hates physical contact, is suddenly okay with scar pulling him for a hug, ruffling his hair, pinching his cheeks while calling him kid.
and if tubbo ever gets drunk near scar, god, the post-drunk clarity would hit so hard because tubbo would spend the whole night whining to his friends that scar is so hot and that omg i can't, i literally can't, i have to sit on his lap, all the while his friends warn him that he's not really whispering as quietly as he thinks and that scar is definitely hearing him - and scar is also blushing a bit as he tries to ignore tubbo's comments about him, acts as if the slurred words don't get to him, curses his health conditions that force him to stay sober while trying to deal with this horny 20-year old clearly - and loudly - thirsting for him.
and when scar finally, finally breaks, after long hours of venting to a probably-very-high grian about how much he has to hold back near tubbo and grian slushes out an, "and why are you holding back? you're an adult, he's an adult, and there's clearly a lot of sexual tension. stop acting as if this is the first younger person you've ever hooked up with." (to which scar would groan and answer that "that was only once, ugh, why do you still remember that?"), scar finally tells tubbo to spend the night in his hotel room so they can have some alone time.
"are you sure your brother won't mind? where is he going to sleep?" "it's fine, toby, don't worry, he can stay in another room."
so tubbo sits down on scar's bed and scar wheels closer to him. they chat, and they're both nervous, but scar puts a hand on tubbo's knee and tubbo holds his breath, stopping mid-sentence to quiet down a moan. "i brought alcohol," he says. "you can drink a bit, but not too much," scar answers, and tubbo wobbles on his legs and tries to ignore the unsaid yes, daddy burning on the back of his throat.
tubbo reciprocates the touches, and he doesn't need much to finally make his dreams come true and climb on scar's lap. scar helps him get undressed, one kiss leading to another, and when tubbo sinks down on scar's cock, it's as if it all led to this moment.
tubbo is ecstatic. scar quickly gets breathless, but he lets tubbo indulge, telling him he's such a good boy and that you look so pretty, toby, to which tubbo only whines in response. tubbo comes first, crying out scar's name, but doesn't stop bouncing, too immersed in it to notice his legs burning and his cock struggling to keep up, until he comes again, shaking on scar's lap and hugging scar's neck, resting for only a minute before kneeling down on the floor and sucking scar until he gets his climax as well - and tubbo gets hard again, ruts against scar's leg, jerks off until he comes all over his fist, moaning as scar caresses his hair and shoots cum down his throat.
tubbo can't believe this is happening. it's too good, too fucking good, and he climbs back on scar's lap and stares at scar's face to try and convince himself that fuck, holy shit, i'm having sex with scar. scar smiles, rubbing circles on tubbo's hip, and tubbo is so horny, so needy, that even if his cock physically can't get hard again, he rides scar's thigh and sobs on scar's ear, hugging him close, intoxicated by scar's cologne, until scar gently pats his back and tells him, "it's okay, toby, you can stop now. there you go, good boy."
when they wake up next morning, limbs tangled and eyes hazy, tubbo fucks scar into the mattress, slowly, for good measure, as scar praises him and kisses his face. "tell me, kid, for how long have you wanted this?" "oh, you don't- you don't even know, scar. for- for so long, fuck-"
it becomes a constant. when they're apart, they turn on their cameras on discord to release some stress; when they're together, they spend most of the time either having sex or cuddling and chatting after sex. tubbo's friends mock him for being a daddy's boy. grian doesn't say anything, but he always has a smug smirk on his face when he catches scar and tubbo interacting in public, always touching each other somehow.
tl;dr: mutual pining leads to age gap daddy undertones 'they were both bottoms' needy whiny sex. everyone except their neighbours is happy.
uh. you probably intended this as a 'sexy headcanons' thing but i got SO CARRIED AWAY holy shit 🧍
i also have thoughts of c!tubscar and other headcanons but this is GIGANTIC already so i'll leave it to another time.
thank you for indulging me in my little tubscar brainrot era <3
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