#mcyt reader insert

[deadqueerboys]

Kiss me, you know they'll love it!

Headcanons: Kissing them on stream.

Pairing: Wilbur x Reader, Tubbo x M! Reader, Quackity x Reader. (Separate).

Wilbur Soot:

First of all, he knew what he was doing. It was just a normal minecraft stream. This got him kinda bothered after a while. And he knew what he had to do to take this bother out of him.

Wilbur says to chat: "Holy.. oh, fuck.. i'm going to the bathroom guys, i'll be right back." He pretends he mutes and turns off the camera, we know he's a good actor.

He calls you, and since the moment you enter the room, he stairs at you with puppy eyes. You ask him why he is looking at you like that, Wilbur just smiles and places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Will.. aren't they seeing it?"

Wilbur simply doesn't care. He didn't node or deny it. He just got up and put his hands on your cheeks, kissing you passionately.

Chat goes crazy! A lot of people freaking out, they didn't even know he was dating someone.

After he does it, he also pretends to turn the camera and mic on so he can see everybody going crazy again.

"I'm back chat.. did I lose something?" He asked with a smirk.

Tubbo:

It's a late night stream, not a qsmp one, just a normal and chaotic as usual. Tubbo is doing something on his laptop. It's been a while since he's all quiet. Worried, you knocked on the door, calling him;

"Hi babe, what u doing?"

He explains to you something that doesn't matter how much he says, you'll never understand. When he looks at you, his eyes shine, making a dumb but cute smile.

"What? Don't look at me like that dickhead.." You ask, in seconds, he's stood up, hugging you, making you stay closer to him before he kept giving you kisses.

It's so lovely!!!!!

"Stop being mean with me. You're literally my boyfriend!" He giggles and finally kisses you on the lips, a very calm kiss for his natural exited way of being.

"So.. is this camera on?" "Oh.. shit."

He doesn't really care. If you're weak or shorter than him, he gonna take you on his lap, he kept giving you kisses until he get tired, which never happens, or until some giftsub appear on the stream he notices that or he turn the stream off or he let you go.

Now that people know you guys are dating, he'll make sure to bring you sometimes to make a stream with him, always being clingy.

If somebody on the chat flirts with you, he'll be pissed off, not just pissed off, but.. wow. He started to complain about it all the time. Even out of live, he's not the jealous type, but God, he's offended!

Quackity:

He doesn't care.

"Oh, but they'll see us and.." Stfu. He. Doesn't. Care.

Quackity puts you on his lap while streaming, giving you a tight hug.

Small kisses around your cheeks and neck.

Arms are always around you.

He does the possible for talking in your language, so if it is English that cracked fucked up voice comes out, whispering nasty things on your ear.

And, as you guys know, some even more nasty things for you if you speak spanish or portuguese.

I can imagine a pretty "Ah, é? Você sentiu falta de mim hoje..? Eu tenho certeza que posso fazer você se sentir melhor.." In portuguese while he bites the your ear, slowly and teasy.

Or a simple "Mhm, te ves tan bien usando esa ropa, apuesto a que te gustaría verme besarte a través de ella." Coming from him with an innocent smile.

And again, "What if they hear it?" He. Doesn't. Care.

He cares only about you and you feeling good receiving cuddles from him.

Normally, the chat is accustomed to it, just saying things like;

"Come on, man!!!"

"Please, Quackity, can we keep going with the stream?"

"Oh, well, we're losing him.."

He smiles and gives you a big kiss before letting you go. He stayed in a good mood for the rest of the night.

[writer-0f-all]

Goodbye

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Fandom?: Hermitcraft/MCYT

Who?: Anyone-ish

Warnings: blood, respawn mechanics, let me know if i missed any

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Your eyes blur slightly with tears, the clouds rolling above you slowly, It gives a certain calm compared to now. The moon shines so brightly with its massive form, Slowly closing in on the world as you know it. You had been building when you were struck by a flying skeleton, its arrow embedded within your shoulder, blood slowly drizzling down from the wound, tainting your clothes a dreary red. A shadow looms over  you, blocking the moon. Their face comes into view, tears collecting in their eyes. Your name slips past their lips, as a tear slips past their eyes. A gentle hand caresses your cheek, moving to  your collar, finally resting next to the arrow. “I can save you…” The whisper, “I could bring you with me..” Your eyes start to droop, your chest slowly expanding and shrinking.  Tears Fall from your own eyes, joining theirs. “If only…” You say slowly. They open their mouth to say something when the ground starts shaking, you and them rising towards the sky, they hold you close as you rise, the moon shining brightly, slowly closing in on the world you once knew. Your eyes drift over your bases, the tall, short, mostly finished, mess and smile.  Remicicing the mornings you cuddle in bed together, the dinners you'd make together, the times you'd die only to respawn in each other's arms. 

You close your eyes as a tear slips past before opening them again, looking towards the moon,and as your eyes make contact,  you whisper one..last…thing.…

“Goodbye…”

"Hope you enjoyed! The pearl fanfic is coming, tumblr was just being an ass and deleted the draft. Have a good day my lovlies!"

~Candy

[heartofwritiing]

home is wherever you are tonight

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

summary: its your birthday, a day you dread every year due to bad memories, and wilbur manages to change your mindset.

authors note: this has been sitting in my drafts since march and i forgot about it oops. this is completely self indulgent. Ive dreaded my birthday for the past five years because of personal reasons… i thought maybe writing a non-shitty fake birthday would make me feel better so, it did lol. enjoy!! :)

warnings: self indulgent, mentions of childhood trama, negative past events, mentions of toxic family, fluff, Wilbur being the cutest-best boyfriend, hurt-comfort, yes the title is a lyric from a lizzy mcalpine song.. unedited!

The day had come. the day you dreaded every year for as long as you could remember. it was your birthday.

Most people would be elated about turning another year older, to celebrate but not you. Instead, it filled you with utter disinterest and resentment. To you, it was just another day on the calendar.

Ever since you could remember you’ve just hated your birthday. Each year just felt like they got worse and worse with the number of times You had been let down. Whether it was by family drama or people just forgetting. It was the same every year. So when you finally moved away from your toxic relatives you pretty much forget about it. Only remembering when you'd get a text from your parents to wish you a happy birthday. At least they remembered now that you were gone...

You were relieved when no one at work had brought it up. you never really talked to your coworkers about your personal life, you weren't that type of person. Still, you were grateful the only attention you got today was from one of your peers Matt, asking about the printer in the office not working right.

When you walked into your flat, what you weren’t expecting was too see your boyfriend standing near the door waiting for you.

“why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” Wilbur asks in a slightly offended tone.

The front door hasn’t even shut yet and he’s caught you completely off guard with his question. Your heart drops in your stomach.

“hello to you too,” you snort, putting your bag down and sliding your jacket off. "And how'd you even know?" Avoiding the question. Cause that will make this better.

he sighs.

“Answer the question please, love,”

You’re toeing off the uncomfortable shoes you were required to wear at your job as you blankly bink back at him.

You can tell by the frowned expression on his face that he wasn’t just gonna let you drop this anytime soon. His arms are crossed over his sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his curls fall around his eyes.

“maybe because it's not a big deal,” you shrugged. Wilbur stops you with a hand on your shoulder before you can escape to your shared room. It wasn't forceful but gentle, his eyes asking you to stay, talk, anything. You just wanted to go to bed and sleep until your shift tomorrow and just forget about this whole day.

"What do you mean by that?" he asks. "I don't particularly like my birthday but still celebrate with friends, family, and loved ones."

There it was.

You wanted to avoid this.

"Look, I don't want to pressure you into talking about this, you can tell me when you're ready. I can tell how uncomfortable you got when I asked you outright why you didn't say anything about it being your birthday, I'm sorry..."

You could tell he was just confused and who could blame him. You had only been dating for about a year and finally moved in together last month. He didn't want to pressure you into anything you weren't ready for, which was one of the many things you adored about him. Always so patient and thoughtful about your feelings and well-being.

There was no avoiding it now as he asked the question. Your heart beating in your ears.

“Why don’t you like your birthday, love?”

“well…” you began, but you could feel the lump in your throat forming as you thought carefully how to put it. You clear your throat and take a deep breath. “I just, have a lot of trauma revolving around today,”

Wilbur has moved slowly towards you now, almost like you were a spooked animal and he was trying to calm you. He listened carefully as you spoke slowly.

“my parents fought a lot growing up, and even on my birthday they just didn’t seem to care, even for one day, so i mostly spent my birthdays alone.”

The look in his eyes says it all. He feels so heartbroken for you. You collapsed into his chest and he wrapped you in his arms, squeezing you firmly and you felt the weight in your chest fading.

"Well listen, I got you your favorite type of cake, a good bottle of wine, not that cheap shit, the really nice one we liked. we're gonna sit on the couch and eat, and you can tell me all about your day." he pauses only to bring your face out from his chest to look you in your eyes. "and then, we're gonna cuddle and I'm gonna tell you how much I love and appreciate you."

With that, he strokes your cheeks with his thumbs and kisses your nose softly. You swear that press of his lips was what made you cave. You began to break down in front of him.

Wilbur's hands seem to be the only thing keeping you upright at the moment. If he wasn't holding you, you were sure you would have fallen to your knees by now. You sob silently as you take his wrists in your hands but don't remove them from your cheeks. The intensity of the long work day and all the recurring memories this day brought you every year, combined with Wilbur's sweet gestures and words made you break.

You felt everything come down on you all at once, yet there Wilbur was, always waiting for you at the end of the day. Always there to comfort you and support you. So these weren’t sad tears no, they were happy tears. Finally, you found someone who cherished you and cared for you enough.

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@trashcanduck @merakiwi @addxms @ax-y10 @highstonedcat

[pha5ed]

Situationship || LifeSteal SMP

type :: mostly angst, small fluff

tw/cw :: none

members :: parrot, spoke

Parrot

Best friends that like each other

You two have been best friends for literal ages

The second you met you were inseparable

Everything you did, you guys did together

If one of you was seen without the other, people would ask “Where’s Parrot?” “Where’s Y/N?”

You would constantly get asked if you’re dating or not

Parrot and you would awkwardly laugh it off and say that you’re just friends and nothing more

But you always hoped that he would admit that he liked you too

Both of you knew each other so well that you already knew that a romantic relationship wasn’t the right move at the moment

Going to college, doing YouTube, family issues, and all of that was in the way of a possible relationship

But even though you knew a relationship would be hard to maintain, why not do it?

The tension between you two was growing more and more as you both got older

And also, you were slowly getting hurt from this tension

Seeing Parrot talk to other people made your heart twist in a way you didn’t know was possible

Your other friends would make comments saying things like, “If you wont take him, I will”

You’ve never felt a more gut-wrenching feeling than hearing that sentence leave your friend’s lips

Telling your friend she can’t have him would make you seem possessive and clingy

But telling your friend yes meant risking the chance of losing your best friend and crush

You thought you were completely alone and that it was a one sided relationship

But Parrot thinks the same exact thing

Every time he saw you with another guy talking, he’d instantly get the urge to drag you away

Although it was cocky to think, Parrot knew that no one would be able to compare to the chemistry you two have

He wants to confess so badly, to finally release all of the pent up emotions he feels

But he’s terrified of the idea of you rejecting him

He would never want to lose you as a friend, you were one of the best people in his life

One day, he will get the balls to confess

But right now, you two are basically dating but without a title or promised commitment

But you both know you’ll stay committed to each other :)

Spoke

Exes that are still friends

The idea of having beef with someone doesn’t sit right with Spoke

Your relationship didn’t end for awful reasons, just a lot of differences and outside issues

Of course, you two took space from each other after the break up

But randomly, Spoke sent you a message saying he wants to be friends and drop the awkwardness

You two shared the same friend group so your break up kinda made the group a bit rocky

He made it clear he doesn’t expect any forgiveness, kindness, or even a friendship but just enough courtesy to not be awkward with your friend group

You agree to what he said and the group slowly repairs itself

But as the group fixes itself and got closer, so did you and Spoke

At first you didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn’t help but fall for him all over again

He always made you cry from laughing so hard

Whenever you were a dollar or two short for something, he’d always pay the rest for you

He’d always save you a seat next to him whenever it was crowded

And if it was too crowded, he’d always give you his seat

You guys went from no contact to group hang outs to him walking you home

You’re not sure how he did it, but he snuck himself back into your life

He did everything he used to do when you two were dating, except without any physical affection

And you didn’t want to say it, but you missed the hugs, kisses, everything

How could he act like this was all so normal when he’s literally saying goodbye to your parents and your little siblings?

It got to the point where you needed to distance yourself from him or else you would fall too hard

You love Spoke, he was one of the kindest and funniest people you’ve ever met

But you were scared that liking him again meant that your friendship would be over

You missed him so much while you two went no contact, you can’t imagine having to relive that

So you both stick with this relationship, where you both act like you’re dating except with no title

It confuses the fuck out of the friend group but they accept it

Maybe one day you’ll date again or maybe you’ll realize it’s not the right time for you too

[oceandeviancy]

The Viewer (BadBoyHalo x Male Reader)

Title: The Viewer

Pairing: BadBoyHalo x Male Reader

Request by: ZoloftEXE on Wattpad

Scenario: You're an aspiring YouTuber and viewer of Bad (It's not really an x Reader tbh)

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(Y/N) knew that if he had chosen to become a YouTuber years ago, it would've been a lot easier to gain subscribers. These days, there are millions of people who are trying to make a name for themselves on the platform, so he is having to compete against all those people.

He wished he didn't constantly compare himself to the people who were trying to do the same thing as him, but it was difficult. It was difficult because there were more successful people who had amazing set ups, top quality sound, and engaging editing. (Y/N) didn't have any of that. When he was desperate, he would simply record audio on his phone.

Even though he had many of those discouraging thoughts, he was still grateful for the 2000 people who were interested enough in his work to subscribe. Although he was nothing in comparison to all the larger creators, the few people who still commented on every video always made his day.

His content was a mixture of gaming videos, mainly Minecraft, and video essays about underrated games. When he realized people loved to put on longer video essays in the background while they worked, (Y/N) realized it something he wanted to pursue in terms of content. The one thing he feared was that he would become large enough to where people would start making videos about him for simply having an opposing opinion.

There have been plenty of creators who have been harassed off the platform for daring to voice unpopular opinions in popular fandoms. They can be ruthless. (Y/N) won't deny he's been part of that culture when he was a lot younger, but he's grown as a person and as a critical analyst. Or at least, he hoped he did. He's learned from watching others.

Today, (Y/N) was sitting at his desk with his Discord on one monitor and YouTube on another. He was listening to the newest album from his favorite artist as he worked on a script for the next video. It was a review of a new game. He had seen video titles and thumbnails saying it wasn't as good as people were saying it was that were over an hour long. If those people could rant for an hour, (Y/N) could certainly praise it for just as long.

The script had a good amount of it completed but he was still struggling to word his thoughts properly. There was only so much he could say about a certain mechanic, and he knew that saying it was "well done" wasn't going to convince anyone. (Y/N) was growing increasingly frustrated by the progress. He didn't need to be as this was not his primary job, as much as he would like it to be, but he hated having an inconsistent schedule. Thankfully, he had a few gaming videos he could put out and the review didn't really need to be rushed out. It was probably a good thing it was taking some time. It meant he could take his time to properly form his thoughts.

He leaned back in his chair, trying to think of anything else he could possibly add to his script. He glanced around his cluttered room, looking for any kind of inspiration for what could be mentioned. There was nothing that could be relevant to the game. If he wanted to be taken seriously, he couldn't just ramble about nothing for thirty minutes. He hates it when creators did that. Shaking his head, (Y/N) sat back up and decided there was going to be no more progress made on the script today.

(Y/N) quickly texted a friend to see if they were available to play a game. He paused the music and started the familiar endless cycle of scrolling through YouTube to find something to entertain him.

His taste in content changes so frequently that all the recommended videos on his home page didn't pique his interest. There had to be something he could watch. He decided to look through the recently uploaded videos. This didn't give many options either. Many of the videos were just YouTube shorts and he preferred longer form content. That is when he saw it.

BadBoyHalo is live.

Smiling widely, (Y/N) clicked on the notification. The stream wasn't officially started as Bad had his Starting Soon screen playing. He didn't know how long it was going to take so he took one of the fidget toys off his desk and began to play with it. It was more entertaining than scrolling through boring YouTube shorts.

He adjusted his headset and leaned back in his chair, the soft clicking of his fidget toy keeping his hands busy while he waited. The upbeat lo-fi music on Bad's starting screen looped calmly in the background, a comforting sound he'd come to associate with late-night streams and lighthearted chaos. He preferred this kind of open in comparison to some of the louder songs some streamers played.

A small part of him wished he could join whatever Bad had planned for today's stream, just to be part of that world, even for a little while. He had about 2,000 subscribers, which felt like so much and so little at the same time. Then, the screen flickered. The Starting Soon screen disappeared and was replaced by Bad's face cam. He was wearing one of his signature hoodies and smiling, his voice instantly warm and familiar.

(Y/N) remembered when he was a faceless YouTuber and all the artists created their own interpretations of what he'd look like in real life or even his Minecraft skin. (Y/N) was one of the many people who tried. He was no artist, but he did have fun drawing Bad's character every once in a while.

"Hello everyone!" Bad greeted everyone cheerfully. "Sorry for the wait. A couple of important programs needed to update, even though it said it was done yesterday. A couple of friends asked to play some games on Hypixel and I might throw in a couple of Q&As here and there if you behave"

The chat exploded with excitement. Emotes race faster than he could keep up with. (Y/N) grinned, recognizing a few familiar usernames that always seemed to be present during late night streams. There was something oddly comforting about the sense of community. The inside jokes, the playful bickering, the endless stream of messages welcoming Bad and speculating about future projects.

He found himself subconsciously typing out a greeting in chat as well. Even though his own channel was steadily growing, there was a special kind of anonymity in being one of the many in someone else's audience. There was no pressure to perform, just the freedom to watch and enjoy. He was sure that wasn't true for the bigger creators who appeared in people's chats.

As the stream continued, Bad and his friends moved onto the Hypixel mini-games. They were all games (Y/N) was bad at but he admired their skill. As Bad continued reading messages and teasing the chat, a sudden shift in his expression. His eyes lit up, mischief in the curve of his smile.

"I've been teasing a contest for awhile now. I wanted to do a couple of videos with the community and wanted to hold a raffle for it! I'll have one of my mods post the link to my Twitter post but all the information is there!" Bad said smiling to the camera.

This was his chance, and he was excited. The community was large and he knew the chances of him actually being pulled from the raffle was low but low is not zero. He would take that gamble.

(Y/N) smiled and filed out the information for the raffle and clicked submit.

"Now we wait" he said and now could only hoped he was in the pool of winners.

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Note: This is both bad and short. I ran out of inspiration half way through. I want to move away from writing BBH fics unless it is specifically requested. I did update my Fandoms List and Rules to better reflect my current interests.

[thatoneteadrinker666]

Okay since like everyone I know has a master list I will be making one too for ease of access for like everyone stumbling across this blog. It’s always gonna be a wip cuz I’m pretty sure I’m missing some stuff

Note: there are aus with soft vore, fatal vore, and bunch of other things. This blog is sfw tho! Just yeah uhhh enjoy lmfao

thatoneteadrinker666’s Masterlist

Extermination Au:

First Idea

Chicken or Pork?

Finding a Colony

Career Day

The Lucky One

Tiny Escape (a drabble)

Food Aggression Snippet

Sudden Willingness

A Hat Unfit to Wear

Tags related to the au: #extermination au, #ask, #Bothersome Borrowers, #tw vore

Keeper Au:

No official posts yet aisjjsskj this has gotta be updated

Tags related: #keeper au, #ask, #tw vore

Reader inserts:

Too Sweet?

Lacking Logic

The Local Drunk

Bird Brain

Prison Food

Prison Food (crunch special)

Potato Fields in the Sun

Hanger is Best Avoided

Card Games Not Pog

BBH Noms

Snacky Snack

Dream Noms

Tags related: #reader insert, #tw vore

Other various works:

Vacation Gone Bad (Good?)-Summer exchange gift

Snowdrift Surprise-Secret Santa gift

His Family-not vore, just a request

[daisyxdaydreams]

Minecraft Youtuber Masterlist

Main Masterlist Youtube Masterlist

Started: July 15, 2025

Karl Jacobs

Sapnap

Georgenotfound

Quackity

Schlatt

Tommyinnit

Dream

Tubbo

[simperingaggression]

+.!Opener!.+

NAME: Call me Darla!

PRONOUNS: Any!!!

WHAT DO I DO?: I write y/n x mcyt headcannons and (rarely) oneshots! I do CC and character!! I also write for Ride The Cyclone, Homestuck, and The Outsiders!

WHAT AM I COMFORTABLE WRITING?: Mostly sfw, healthy relationships!! I am a boy kisser, so I may have some trouble writing for the girls, but I absolutely can!

HOW CAN I REQUEST ANYTHING?: Just send an ask! Please keep it sfw unless you think it’s really good, because I most likely won’t write any nsfw!!!

[sl1nkie]

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um. what if i have a crush of joel fucking smallishbeans. what fucking then

[deadqueerboys]

Okay, so.. the Wine Stream just ended, and I have thoughts!!!

Wilbur Soot x Reader (headcanons sfw/nsfw)

First time writing for Wilbur, I have no idea if he allows it or not.

I have the conscience that I'm gross for that. You have no idea of how ashamed I'm.. but horny thoughts are horny thoughts!!

No gender specific, I'm more used to writing for male/gender neutral reader.

NO MINORS HERE!!!

I'm the king of starting a thing and not finishing it! You gonna see this a lot on this one, i don't know why i am like this. If you want me to keep going with those, just ask me. Also, I'm accepting requests again! For Quackity, Wilbur, Slimecicle, and who whatever you guys want!

Does anybody really read that? I know you want to scroll until the nsfw part.

Sfw - because I'm a nice person.

I can only imagine this guy coming home from a fly or spending time with friends and needing to see you.

He loves to be close to you. Especially touching you in a soft way, like holding hands, petting your hair, or just letting his hand for you to play with it. (I'm autistic, I swear i can spend hours just playing with somebody's else hand, moving the fingers up and down, like a child).

Wilbur is always kind, and he might or not get worried when you call him William.

It was almost 1am, Wilbur spent more than two hours just seeing some videos and also trying to get an inspiration for a new song. You were worried. You've always been, but he insisted that it was just his work.

"Hey, love, uhm.. I'm going to sleep if that's okay for you.." You say with a tired and weak smile, trying to be positive.

Wilbur didn't heard, he never did when he had headphones on. You got closer to his chair, taking his headphones.

"Ugh! William, I'm going to sleep, okay? Don't make any loud noise." You said before rolling your eyes.

Something just happened. Wilbur's mind just stopped. He got up, and in a question of second, he was already in front of you. Always with those puppy eyes, like if he did something wrong.

"What did you just call me?" He asked, his voice sounding like a lost child: kind but scared.

Loves to talk with you about anything and everything, geography in special. He had some other hyperfocus, but that one hits hard!

Need stimulation, like playing with fidget toys like a spiner and those kinda of things, but loves when his partner notices it. Imagine backing home from a day of work or studying and he just hugs you and ask how was your day, after a long conversation, which he was looking kinda upset, you give him one of those colorful toys who shine and you have to touch all of the buttons who are lighting. Oh my God, he's so happy! He plays with it all the time. And he always makes sure to remember that his partner gave him this.

Clingy, but not in a weird way. A sweet way. Soft hugs, kisses on the cheek, arms around of you in public, and anything he feels like doing.

He has so many ways of expressing himself for you! He can sing, write, read, talk, give you gifts, literally everything!

He has such a sweet smell, he never smells bad!

Loves to give you comfort. If it's a cold night, you can sleep with the sure that in the moment that you woke up, you'll have socks on your feet and one more blanket than you slept with. As you slowly woke up, he's sleeping with his messy hair all over his face, it's an adorable image!!

(It might be kinda amab at this part, but..) Come on, give him some of your clothes, you know he looks perfect on it!

Now nsfw - because I act like a slut even being asexual.

MORNING SEX!! He's all messy, but now he's holding your waist from behind, rolling his body against yours. You don't even notice it, and then you feel a hard thing touching your leg, which makes you almost jump. In fact, you couldn't, because his hold was too strong.

"Mhm.. babe, wake up.." You whispered, trying to look in any direction as you couldn't move your neck for look behind you, where he was.

"I'm already awake.. it's been a while, actually." Wilbur smirked. Now that he knows you're awake, his plans will turn into actions. "Tell me.. did you miss me, huh? Did you miss it..?" His voice is teasing. He knows that. He started to kiss your neck while putting you closer to him, if that was possible.

Now, think with me, he's all tired and he wanted to bad to be kind with you, but today was passing him off! The make-out season just started to be more aggressive. His body is taking all the control over you. And you almost can't breathe. Even though he seems like not caring for it.

"W-wil.." You asked, taking the breath you could before he keeps kissing you aggressively.

"Yes, honey? Do you want something?" He asks, that dirty smile on his face was just there for arouse you. Wilbur looked at you before starting to kiss and suck your neck. "You're so pretty.."

He kept talking while you started to grab his hair. As you moaned. You felt him getting harder.

Loves compliments you while having sex.

He's a totally bitch when we are talking about hickeys, Wilbur loves to give you them, all the time, you're his propriety, why wouldn't he like that?

He also loves it when you give him marks, scratching your nails on his back and in his chest, biting him in anywhere, but sometimes he might ask you to be careful, he doesn't want so many attention for it when he's making an concert.

Hates public sex, but lives for public teasing! Hands on your thighs, slowly going up.. when you look at him, he acts as if he isn't doing anything.

(For M! Reader or just amab, i'm sorry):

He would totally sit on your lap on public! He's moving and slowly going up and down while he still keeps having a normal talk with other people. When he finally feels he got you, that he turned you on as much as possible, he get up and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

"What? You weren't thinking about this now, right? Babe.. we're in public.." Wilbur plays innocent, giving you his hodie so you can cover your erection.

You know what he wants, everybody knows what he wants!

Oh, please, moan his name! That's the only moment he would love hearing you call him as William. (Will still better to moan, in my opinion).

Such a perv with a smile on his face! You know what he's doing. He does it for fun.

So, this scenario didn't get out of my head for a while.. it's personal, I think. Also, it's really gross and maybe too kinky. Maybe I could call this one as "Playing Alone". Enjoy it if you want:

You spend all the day out, and by the text, something was obviously wrong with Wilbur. He said he was only playing guitar, and as a gentleman, he asked if he could take your guitar to try a new thing. You said yes, there was no reason to say no. But, the feeling that had something happening just couldn't get out of your mind. As you go home, you go upstairs. As you're getting closer to your room, you can hear his soft moans. Oh, that little bitch, he couldn't even wait until you got home?

"Wilbur? Babe, are you there?" What a dumb question. You knew he was there! Still, you asked because, depending on his reaction, the things you are doing with him later might change.

"Yes.. yes.. uh.. that's not a good moment!" He says he was desperate. You felt that. You started to hear him moving and fast, running around the room, maybe hiding something. Then, he opens the door with a big smile and his clothes all messy and crumpled. "Hi love.."

You took a long saw of the room, nothing was out of place.. except that your guitar wasn't there. "Uhm.. babe? Where's my guitar?"

"Your guitar?" He seemed more nervous as he looked at all the places except in your eyes. "Oh, I broke it. I.. it fell on the floor.. and I.."

"YOU WHAT?!" You screamed, an angry tone on your voice. He couldn't have done that.. he wouldn't even dare think about that!

"Okay.. alright, calm down! I didn't break it... you know.. all of your clothes have my smell now.. I was needy, and I tried to distract myself by playing with your guitar.." He started to explain himself, blushing as hell, making fast moves with his hands. "It weirdly had you smell in it because you said you always let a paper with your perfume inside of it.. I started to play it, just some normal melody, and.. when I noticed my mind were already out."

"What do you mean with out? I know you jerk off, but.. oh God... no! No! No!" You shake your had while denied it. "No, you didn't!"

"I'm.. I'm sorry, okay?" Wilbur stuttered nervously.

"Just show me it! How bad was it..?"

Wilbur walked inside the room and took the guitar out of the closet, where he had put her before. The guitar has cum over all of it. Probably not inside, so it wasn't a big problem, but it still looks sticky and milky. Between all of the emotions.. horny was the one who provided.

"Oh.. babe, you were missing me, huh?" You asked, a smirk on your face, grabbing his chin, making he look at you..

As I said, I like to don't finish some projects, let some other people imagination be free. If you continue it, make sure to let me see it, I'm anxious.

[writer-0f-all]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you have a masterlist of all your works?

Also I wanted to let you know it's better to use the whole "hermitcraft x reader" tag than having them separated, as they may not show up in the main tag. Plus the "mcyt x reader" tag is always good to tag as well so you can have a bigger audience

Hope you're having a good day - well seasoned anon :)

Hi, hello! Thank you for asking, I currently do not have one, but I can make one to help with navigation. Also thank you for letting me know about the tagging, I will try my best to make that change!

Have a nice day Well seasoned anon!

-Candy

[antimony-medusa]

So I have just learned that @fandomtrumpshate (huge charity auction where offers to make fan works are auctioned off) is allowing people to sign up offering MCYT this year and so far they don't have anyone signing up offering it! So I'm staring at this entry form...

So! If you think you can sign up and say "i can write a 1k or 10k or 5k fic for any prompt" some time before the end of the year, you have a chance to raise some money for charity (list of charities you can pick from here), (fandoms you can sign up with are here— and you an also write in niche fandoms!).

They are particularly looking for people who an write "Ambiguous endings, Aro/ace characters, Canonically trans/nonbinary characters, F/F ships, Gen or platonic works, Genderswap/genderbending, Nonwhite characters’ racial or cultural experiences, Poly ships, Racebending, Rarepairs, Reader insert, Trans/nonbinary interpretations of characters, and Unhappy endings." so you know. If any of those are you. Looking at my friend list knowingly. Why don't we see if someone will give money to charity to make us write a fic? Signups close today, on the 2nd!

[oceandeviancy]

The Customer (BadBoyHalo x Male Reader)

Title: The Customer

Pairing: BadBoyHalo x Male Reader

Request by: friendandghostbur on Wattpad

Scenario: Bad works at Starbucks and finds himself fixating over one specific customer and tries to work up the courage to give you his number.

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Darryl yawned as he refilled the large coffee machine. His energy drink hadn't kicked in yet and he was trying to do his best to do all the necessary tasks without messing anything up. If he did, the results wouldn't be pretty. He tried his best to avoid making customers angry, although they always found a way to be regardless.

Despite being tired, he enjoyed the morning shift. It made him feel like he was doing a lot. To be fair, Starbucks was always busy no matter when you came in. It was nice to be there before opening, getting everything ready. It was a time he could relax and breathe for a moment without the stress of the frequent rushes that were common in the industry. He loved the smells of freshly brewed coffee and tea. It's one of the reasons he loved being a barista. The scent did change if it sat there for a long time, as it often did, but it is something only a barista would notice.

Currently, there were only two working before opening. Darryl was focused on brewing the various teas and coffees while his coworker made sure everything was organized and stocked for the morning. The third employee would be arriving shortly after opening. It was only a Monday and from experience, Mondays were never all that busy. There were sometimes unexpected rushes, but he wasn't going to worry about it.

Darryl did a quiet groan when he heard a specific pop song playing over the speakers. He wished that they would change the playlist regularly. He already heard many of the songs enough. He especially hated the songs that were popular ten years ago but no longer relevant today.

Light was beginning to peak through the still drawn curtains. It indicated that he needed to hurry up and finish all his tasks. He listened for the absence of the familiar hissing from the machines. Once it had stopped, he poured a few of the containers into separate pitchers. These often acted as the bases for drinks this café offered.

He began to smell the coffee in the air, and he smiled. He sure did love this.

Darryl took a deep breath and immersed himself in his work. Zoning out like this helped him lose track of the time to give himself the illusion that time was moving faster than it was. He set an alarm on his watch for five minutes before opening so he could be fully ready to serve customers. He glanced at the window. The sun wasn't quite up yet from what he could see.

He allowed his mind to wander. He wondered if he could see himself still being a barista years from now. While he enjoyed it, some days, it made him want to hop into a box and hide forever. For being one of the most helpful workers towards Americans, many of them sure did make it difficult to function. It really gave Darryl mixes signals of whether those customers liked their drinks. They always come back but always complain.

It wasn't the happiest thing to focus on, so he forced his mind to think about something else. He could picture himself working in a fancier café. One that would make their pastries every morning, instead of just heating up frozen products. One that valued quality rather than the speed the Starbucks corporation expected their baristas to work. Darryl grinned into the sink as he cleaned out a metal cup. Someday he'll gain enough experience to be able to apply to a fun place like that.

It would be a fun experience if he chose to go to culinary school for baking but being a barista meant it could sometimes be difficult to afford necessities. He knew it would not be near enough to pay for the years of school. There were programs that could assist him but through his research, the ones that applied to him had too many restrictions that he wasn't a fan of.

His watch starts beeping, pulling him out of his fantasies of having a better job. Katie, the other employee there with him, had already opened the curtains. Darryl could see a few cars waiting in the parking lot and even a young woman on her phone, patiently waiting for the doors to open.

She must really need her coffee to be here already. Darryl thought.

With nothing left to do, he tapped his fingers against the counter and watched the second hand on the clock. He was growing impatient. He wasn't even sure why he wanted the store to open this instance suddenly. He just had a feeling that today was going to be a good day.

Another alarm went off, Katie's this time, signaling that it was time for her to unlock the door. Standing up straight, he prepared himself for the very first order at the counter. The woman came up and begun to place her order. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw more people come through the door. Behind him, he heard Katie and the third employee beginning to take orders from the drive thru.

"Will that be all for you?" Darryl asked the woman.

"Yeah" she responded.

As the day went on, he made a mixture of normal orders and stranger ones for teens who had most certainly seen the combination from TikTok or Instagram. Sometimes he would make these orders for himself to try new trends. He wasn't sure he liked them as many times, it was too sweet to the point that it was undrinkable. It would be better just to get a normal drink.

The rush slowly died down allowing Darryl to take a moment to breathe. It could sometimes be a little suffocating, constantly running around in different directions making drinks. Each time, he hoped it tasted as good as the last. No one wants their morning ruined by a mediocre cup of coffee. It won't have that same punch of caffeine.

Just as he was contemplating whether he would make himself a drink, he heard the familiar chime of the door opening. He looked up from the list of recipes he was trying to decide between and saw the next customer. Darryl instantly felt his cheeks heat him from the growing blush.

He had served plenty of attractive people before, although what characteristics one finds nice will vary, but there was something different about this individual. The way his (H/C) hair lay perfectly with his face...and Darryl has seen some awful haircuts on guys who thought they were the best. The newcomer was laughing at a joke said by his companion.

This was one of the reasons had a personal rule to never flirt with any customers. He never wanted to ruin existing relationships or make anyone uncomfortable. Plenty of girls would try to get his number and he would always politely decline to give it out. Katie would always judge him for that. She thought he should try to put himself out there. He would just reiterate his rule. She had it easy anyways, being straight. Through his job, he's heard comments from groups of high school boys who thought homophobic comments were funny. Thankfully, never about himself but it made him not comfortable trying to even attempt to flirt with anyone.

Pulling himself together, he smiled and said, "Hello! What can I get started for you today?"

The customer hesitated for a few moments, "I'd like to get a London Fog please"

"Of course! Can I get you anything else?"

The customer turned to the person beside him. Darryl finished taking their order and happened to notice the twinge of jealousy he was now feeling. That wasn't fair, he knew that. The woman could be anyone and even if she was his girlfriend, he wouldn't try to do anything. He knew Katie would probably take her chance.

On cue, she comes up from behind him.

"Aren't you supposed to be making drinks?" Darryl asked, not looking at her, trying to keep his focus on making the first drink. Maybe his face wasn't as pink as he thought.

"Lia's got the window and there aren't any more people coming through. Besides, you aren't subtle at all"

He instinctively looks over the coffee machines. The woman was waiting on her phone at the end of the counter to pick up the drinks. The man, whose name was (Y/N), was in a corner, his eyes focused on a book. Darryl smiled a little.

"I have no idea what you are talking about"

Darryl chose to ignore her whispered comments, finishing the first drink. He hands it to the one waiting and starts to work on the London Fog that (Y/N) had ordered. Since there were few customers within the store, he could focus on the quality of the order. He wasn't sure why he cared more about this specific order than all the other ones he has handled today.

"Here is the other drink for (Y/N)" he finally said once he was done.

He watched her walk to the table where (Y/N) was sitting. (Y/N) looked up, taking the drink from her and his eyes shifted to Darryl. He quickly turned around to find Katie laughing at him.

"What?" Darryl asked, with a hint of aggression.

"I am sorry but-" Katie couldn't stop laughing, "I've never seen you crush that hard before"

"I'm not crushing..." Darryl mumbled.

"Sure, if you say so. I'm not going to let this go"

Both went back to taking customers' drink orders. Darryl tried to push away the thoughts of (Y/N). He always tried to be careful with the kinds of people he fell for. He's been hurt before by someone he trusted. He had been friends with his ex for years before they started dating and it just didn't work out the way Darryl expected it to.

But (Y/N) felt...different. He knows he just met him but there was a warmth and kindness from (Y/N)'s smile. The way his voice found its way into Darryl's heart.

Darryl and Katie's shifts ended at the same time so he knew that, even after leaving the building, Katie would continue to bother him about this "crush". She should really find something better to do with her time honestly.

"You're still thinking about that guy, aren't you?"

He rolled his eyes and continued to walk in the direction of his car. No, she wasn't going to let this go at all. Sighing to himself, he knew he couldn't avoid talking about the newfound feelings either, so he decided to just allow the conversation to continue.

"Leave it, Katie..." he smiled.

Darryl has never been one to be open with other people when it came to trickier topics. One of those topics included his romantic life. He liked to bury his feelings and while he hated to admit it, Katie was rather good at making him feel comfortable. Sometimes he needed her to guide him to tell the truth.

"Oh, come on!" she teased, "I can still see it in your eyes. You have a crush!"

"I don't know what you're talking about" he responded, unconvincingly.

When she continued to smile at him instead of responding, he continued.

"Please. I serve a lot of customers every day. I don't even remember his name"

That was a lie. He remembered that the customer's name was (Y/N). He couldn't forget when his mind decided to fixate on it the entire day.

She laughed.

"Next time he comes in, you better get his number. If you don't, I will get it myself"

"I hate you"

"You'll thank me once you get it!" Katie shouted as he drove off.

Over the next few days, Darryl was hoping to see (Y/N) again. Every chime of the bell made him look towards the door, hoping to see the gorgeous face of the customer that had seemingly stolen his heart. It was one of the few things that kept him going to work each shift.

Katie's threat of getting (Y/N)'s number if he didn't still lingered in his mind. It kept coming back to him, urging him to say something when (Y/N) inevitably returned. He never felt both the surest and most uncertain about his feelings before. Was this truly a crush?

His hopeful thoughts quickly became ones of panic and anxiety. He still did not know if (Y/N) had someone else or if he was attracted to men at all. Darryl knew that he would need to dive headfirst into it, or he would never get anywhere in life. He just needed that small push. He feared rejection but that would be the worst-case scenario. Well, the worst-case scenario would be rejection and being called a slur.

After days of waiting, on a quiet afternoon, (Y/N) finally returned. This time, he was alone. He was alone but still smiling brightly. Their eyes met and Darryl felt the familiar flood of heat on his face.

I'm doomed, aren't I? Darryl thought to himself. He couldn't help but smile back.

"Hello! Good to see you again!" Darryl greeted him, trying to hide the excitement in his voice.

"Oh! Hello again" (Y/N) responded with a tone of surprise.

For a moment, they stood in an awkward silence, the noises of the coffee machines in the background. Darryl felt his heart begin to race. He knew the silence had to be broken somehow.

"Will you be getting a London Fog today?" Darryl asked, hoping that he was achieving his goal of remaining calm.

(Y/N)'s eyebrow rose slightly in a pleasant surprise. "Yes actually. I am surprised you knew"

"I try to make it a goal of mine to match faces with orders, even if someone has come in just a couple of times" Darryl chuckled. He knew his memory of their short first encounter was more than good customer service.

As he prepared (Y/N)'s drink, he would sneak glances at the customer. Even after Darryl noticed (Y/N) looking back at him, he continued to look. He noticed (Y/N) was looking at him with an expression that mixed curiosity and something else. That that something else was, he didn't want to try to guess.

The idea of asking him for his number was terrifying but he had to take that chance. He couldn't imagine how Katie would attempt to embarrass him if he didn't. He knew what he had to do. As he waited for part of the drink to warm up, he took a post it note and quickly wrote down his phone number.

When it was completed, he quickly placed the drink on the serving counter and slid it across to (Y/N). His hands were shaking slightly, giving away the fake calmness he was trying to maintain. Normally, he would've wanted to hand the cup directly, but he couldn't trust himself to do that.

"Thank you!"

The customer began to turn away, it was now or never.

"Hey!" he called out.

(Y/N) turned around with a curious look on his face.

"I-" Darryl hesitated and took a deep breath, "I hope you don't mind me giving you my number"

He began to feel a mixture of fear and relief washing over him. Darryl held out the post it note he wrote his number on. (Y/N)'s eyes widened, clearly taken aback by the offer. Darryl instantly regretted his decision to do this.

After what felt like many agonizing moments of silence, (Y/N)'s expression returned to its calm state. He reached out and took the note.

"Thank you" he said quietly.

Darryl felt the need to mend the situation and quickly said, "You don't need to text me or anything if you aren't interested! I totally understand if you're with someone or not interested in me or-"

"No, no," (Y/N) shook his head with a smile, "I do mean it. Thank you. I may just send you a message later"

(Y/N) gave a playful wink, which caused Darryl to blush harder.

As (Y/N) turned to walk out of the door, Darryl felt the happiness setting in. He did it. He finally did it. He now hoped that things would work out.

Now, he was just going to wait for the familiar ping of his phone.

[blacktofade]

I am quite new to Tumblr and while I know that this isn't what you usually post you are one of the only rpf writers that I actively know of and you seem to know the community so I thought I would just ask you

But no pressure to answer if you don't want to

I am writing a nsfw fanfic of rpf Arizona Dads but it is reader insert and I have no clue how to tag these types of things on Tumblr. (Ex Twitter-User here 😬) especially since that recent discourse I am just afraid of tagging stuff incorrectly but since my blog is entirely new I don't think anyone would see this, if I don't tag it, right?

I'm just a little confused and thought I would ask, really hope you don't mind

Hello darling anon!!!! Welcome to Tumblr! I'm actually thrilled you reached out to me with this question cause I'm like a broody chicken where I want to tuck everyone under my feathers and keep them safe!

Tagging for MCYT fandoms has been a learning curve for me, so you're definitely not alone in your confusion. The advice I give is just from personal experience, so I welcome anyone reading this to offer corrections if need be!

Also, when I say maintag, I mean it's a tag on a new post you've created. Adding tags on something you reblog doesn't put that post in the tags for others to see, it's just for personal organization on your blog. (I've had people get mad at me for reblogging something with a "maintag" and honestly they can suck my dick to the base. That's not how Tumblr works.)

So, from what I can tell, if it's NSFW content, don't maintag "hermitcraft" or any CCs/characters. For example, if you're posting a fic about giving Tango the big time sloppy head he deserves, don't tag it with "tangotek". You should instead use a tagging system for your own blog. In this case, you could use the tag "t.angotek". It will stop the post appearing in Tango's maintag, but would be easy to navigate on your own blog.

RPF is a whole other can of worms, cause people don't like if you tag that with "hermitshipping". I tend to use "hermitshipping rpf", and I haven't been yelled at so far LOL

Ship tags are much harder when you get into multiple pairing territory. I think in your case, I might just be tempted to use an "arizona dad" tag. Maybe run a search and check what kind of content is in that tag first and decide if you want your post to show up there.

Then because it's reader insert fic, I'd use "reader fic" and/or "reader insert fic" tags.

Basically, sharing NSFW RPF content in this fandom is impossible in the maintags, so basically no one will see it, like you said. It really sucks. If you want it to be found, the trick is to make friends with The Perverts of the fandom, cause we all just reblog posts amongst ourselves lmfao

Start following RPF friendly blogs, cause we're a pretty small community but everyone is VERY friendly and willing to boost content.

[mcytblrconfessions]

i think we as a community need to welcome more self-insert fics. not in the 'x reader' sense (though i welcome any 13 year olds to just have fun with their crushes on mcyt because fuck it) but more "woah my mary sue oc just got teleported into the qsmp!!!" feel free to disagree or whatever but these are staples of any self-respecting fandom and it kind of makes me sad that the internet age has made 12 year olds afraid to be cringe and self-inserty online. its your right!!!

[daisyxdaydreams]

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