“uhhhh bro…??”
“Shhh, I’m checking you out.”
“with your hands :/ ???”
“Yes.”

after fruitlessly looking for brojade fics, I just decided that its easier to inspire.
please. someone. anyone.
write some brojade. let’s this be a prompt. I want some please I need it.
I’m in a double kayak in a creek with tandy over here. I need some shippy goodness. Written shippy goodness.

Slowly, you bring his hand up and guide it to the fur on your cat ear. His eyes snap up to what you’re doing and you panic for a moment until he begins to rub the orange fur.
[…]
You feel his other hand leave your shirt and it drifts up your neck and onto your face. The leather on his glove is cool, but his fingers are hot; so hot. His eyes leave your cat ears and he watches as he traces his thumb across your bottom lip. - The Cat of The House
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Chapter 4 has a lot of good scenes okay??????

Those Prospitan Guards sure are kicking his ass.

#Carapace Facial#Bukkake#Carakake?#Bukkapace#you decide

“what am i doing exactly??”
“Giving me a spectacular show.”
“:p “

Some brojade for Tandy since it was her Birthday not too long ago! This ship is pretty cute and I like it raunchy mm. uvu

His grip tightens and your eyes shoot open. You try to struggle out of his grasp, but he holds onto you with an iron grip. […] It hurts and when you wrap your hands around his large wrists he just tightens his grip up even more. - The Cat of The House
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Chapter 4 depiction of rough housing. Bro was difficult to draw in this part but I believe the following bits make up for the moderate abuse?

“Is that my fucking hoodie, little bro?” his voice is a little bit slurred and you can hear the increase in volume in it from his last question. You don’t answer; you’re too freaked out to answer.

-The Cat of The House

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Here’s a little part from chapter 4. Gonna fanart for these in order.

“Cute fucking sweater, little bro,”[…]

“I wear it like a champ,”[…] - The Cat of The House

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From chapter 3 of TCoTH

Petplay is a new fave of mine guys. No regrets.

What is this, some sort of miniature paddock???

You want more dicks you say? Well I counter that request with some blow jobs.

Oh look, she fell

on his codpiece.

I’m calling it the MaryJane Ship, let it sail with wind in it’s sails, and pot in it’s cabins. Amen.