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[jkoningen]

[SapnapxFem!Reader] "If I was your boyfriend, I would pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad."

Pairing: Sapnap x Fem!Reader

Genre: Romance, Cute, SFW

Warnings: None

Prompt: “If I was your boyfriend, I would pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad.”

A/N: since y'all liked the first one, I figured I'd make another. Hehe

[ Narrator’s POV ]

Nick sat in his chair after finishing a stream, leaning back and sighing heavily.  He ended his call with the group and took his headset off.  That was a long stream. I’m pooped.  He thought to himself before standing and stretching.  He had just gamed for 10 hrs, with no breaks.  It was a great stream, but he was exhausted and starving.  He walked downstairs into the kitchen and opened the fridge to see what he had to drink and eat, soon hearing a knock on the door, a rapid pace knock.

Quirking an eyebrow, he shut the fridge door and walked to the front door, opening to see you standing there, looking as if you were crying.  “Hey? Are you okay?” Nick mentioned as he moved out of the way so you could step in.  You shook your head as you stepped in, taking your shoes off and walking into the living room.  Nick followed suit, walking behind you as you sat on the couch; he did the same.

“I broke up with Y/B/N,” you started, wanting to get it off your chest as soon as possible.  You leaned against the back of the couch, head back slightly.  Nick turned his body parallel with yours, one arm draping off the back of the sofa, the other reaching out and placing it on top of yours.

“Y/N, I am so sorry; what happened?”

“There just wasn’t a spark anymore.  I couldn’t handle seeing his name pop up on my phone anymore.  Besides, with the lack of affection and communication between us, I think he’s been seeing someone else.” You looked at Nick, seeing his expression complete.  It looked like he wanted to say something but wasn’t.  “What’s going on in that brain of yours?”

“If I’m going, to be honest,” he grinned slightly, chuckling, “I didn’t think he was the best match for you.  I mean, come on.  He wouldn’t do anything you wanted to do, he didn’t associate with your friends as he made you with his, and he wasn’t all that affectionate, with or without anyone around you guys.” Nick took his hand back to adjust his sitting position with his shorts.

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest with a soft chuckle, still keeping your eyes with Nick.  “Well, you studied my relationship, huh.”

“No, I just catch everything that happens,” he chuckled once more, resting his head on his hand against the back of the couch, “how did he take it?”

“He kind of just agreed we should part ways.”

“Oh my Lord,” Nick shut his eyes with an exhale, “you know, if I were your boyfriend, I would pepper you with kisses and gifts and spoil you so bad.” Your eyes widened, and soon you felt your face flush.  You turned your face away from his, shocked at what he just said.  Does he like me, like, like-like me? Your thoughts were interrupted by Nick’s free hand on your head, stroking.

You moved your face to look at his, which had a massive smile.  You couldn't help but form a smile on your lips as well.  “Nick, what are you saying?”

“I wish I had the guts to have asked you out before you chose him.  I wished I was yours, then maybe you wouldn’t have had to feel the way you are.”  Your mind and body weren’t communicating as your body lunged forward and placed your hands on either side of his face and lips pressed against his.

“Y/N?” Your name was muffled as your lips were pressed together.  With that, he pressed his lips against yours and wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you close.  Soon, you both pulled back and stared into each other's eyes.

“So, something you were saying, if you were my boyfriend, you’d shower me with kisses?” You chuckled before Nick, whose lips had a massive smile on them.

“And you heard right.” He pushed you back onto the couch and soon gave as he promised.

[thebestmc]

Could you write irl! Deam with prompt 27 “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice."

Swimming season

A/N: I decided to combine all of these asks into little drabbles, I hope that's alright anons!

Cw: Exhibitionism, Degrading, praise, song reference

Dream (this got a bit long, I got carried away!)

It had been a long roadtrip up the east coast. When you finally arrived in Rhode Island you greeted George and Wilbur, they had flown in a few days before. "I'm so happy to see you guys!" You exclaimed running at them then jumping to hug them both. "How've you been Y/N, Dream hasn't been given you a hard time, has he?" Wilbur jokingly whispered to you, his eyes fixed on Dream giving him a playful glare. "Hm..just a bit, I've been having issues walk-" Wilbur cut you off his face turning a low red, "I asked how you're doing, not your fuckin sex life." He laughed patting your head. Dream and George were talking and George said something that made Dream flush, "What the hell is wrong with you! Let's just-Let's just go!" He yelled, but it wasn't really a yell just a flustered announcement.

But, let's talk about what got you in this situation. Dream had told you he got your a bikini and told you to try it on, so you did. It hardly covered anything, you blushed and looked at him "Might as well made me go swimming in lingerie!" He let out a laugh, "You look good, now change out we need to sleep for tomorrow."

Here you are, sitting on Dreams lap while your friends are in the ocean. "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side and no one would notice" that's when the real reason Dream got you that bathing suit was revealed, "Dream-What if people see-" "They won't see a thing, just sit their and look pretty when you're secretly a little slut."

Punz

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side and no one would notice" He whispered in your ear, you were sitting on a subway on your way to the ocean, you a jacket covering your lap. Suddenly you felt Punz's fingers pull your bottoms to the side, but the way he held you made it look like a couple just holding on the other.

That's when you felt it, he pushed his cock inside you, "God you're clenching on me, you're such a slut knowing any of these people could possibly notice. Look at that fucker, I bet he'd die to fuck your gorgeous pussy." Punz pointed to a old man with briefcase, he had a phone pointed at you two...and the light was on. Punz yelled out, "Hey! Pervert! Stop taking pictures of my lady!" Everyone on the subway turned to see the commotion and saw the older man scrambling to delete the video on his phone with a flustered expression.

Sapnap

Sapnap was holding onto you while you sat on his lap at a public pool, then an idea went off in his head. "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side and no one would notice" "What-Sap-someone will noti-CE" you covered your mouth as you felt him push inside you, attracting the eyes of the people walking past. "Sorry I bit my tounge!" You apologized to them, Sapnap had a pleased expression on his face. "You're doing so good pretty girl."

[iwssaiwssa]

This just happened as I got a Sapnap live notification...priorities

[sunnywritings]

your shirt’s nice, it’s mine now <3

request: n/a pairing: c!sapnap x reader genre: fluff word count: 1205 words warnings: n/a pronouns: gender neutral summary: you and sapnap are exploring, and after a long day you go home, except instead of your pajamas, you simply take one of his shirts. - - - - - - - - - - you swing your sword down, cutting the staggering zombie down. it fell, to return to the dead once again. close by sapnap was doing something similar, shield up and blocking a skeleton’s incoming arrow. while he was on defense you quickly moved around the skeleton, shifting your grip on your sword before ripping your sword through the skeleton’s body, or rather non-existent one. it crumbled like dust, and sapnap lowered his shield.

“thanks, but i could’ve handled that.” he snickered, puffing his chest out in confidence. “i’m sure you could’ve, but let's head out of this dark forest and then you can keep boasting about your strength.” you snickered, which led to sapnap laughing gleefully with you. together you walked out of the forest, content with your traveling.

though when you did finally manage to leave the dark forest it was clear the sun would be setting soon, and the night was never a safe place. you paused, tugging at the end’s of your shirt while glancing up at the sky. sapnap had moved to stand close beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. “lets get home before the monsters spawn, it looks like it might rain too.” as much as he enjoyed the rain, it wasn’t pleasant to travel home in.

with a small hum you nodded, “where’d we leave the boat?” that got him to pause, sapnap letting out a little ‘um’. another small laugh left you, patting at his arm before grabbing his hand. “c’mon, we left it by the oak forest rather than the dark forest.” he chuckled bashfully in response, “uh- right I knew that.”

you rolled your eyes, “i’m sure you did sap.” sapnap scoffed at your sarcastic doubtfulness, but let himself be led nonetheless, content with his hand in yours. a warmth spread through him, blooming at where your palms connected. it was like a tingle in his arm that flooded his chest, a smile grew on his expression, subconsciously squeezing your hand a little tighter. he liked the feeling you gave him, a lot.

while you walked you had become more aware of his hand in yours, not like it was unusual for you to hold hands, but that never made it any less nice. finally you found the boat, hesitantly letting go of his hand, biting your tongue to prevent a frown from forming. “lets get home!” instead you smiled, gesturing for sapnap to get in the boat first.

he rolled his eyes, “your wish is my command, but must you make me do all the work?” a low snicker followed his words. you only followed his snicker with a tiny bout of laughter. “you say that but i’m the one trading for the map we got and killing the mobs.” as you settled down you poked between his shoulder blades. sapnap shook his head in amusement, glancing back at you. your attention focused on his expression, dark amber almost brown eyes that seemed to glow in the dimming sun, the sweat that just barely laced his forehead after your long day, and his smile that made your heart swell.

sapnap rose a brow, “you want an autograph along with your picture?” he snickered when you hit his shoulder. “get back to rowing boat boy.” you huffed, a blush quickly spreading across your face. that only made him laugh harder, though he complied without a word.

most of the ride was filled with the sound of the paddles moving through the water or light conversation, mostly over what you would do when you got home. though when it was silent you were slowly becoming acutely aware of just how close you were. the fact you could hear his breathing every now and then, or how close your knees were to his back, even how his shoulder blades moved when he rowed the paddles. your face flushed further, messing with the ends of your shirt. you refused to mention it or point anything out to him, not wanting to endure a relentless amount of teasing.

before sapnap could notice your flushed state, and even when you were almost home, his former prediction had ended up true. you glanced up when a droplet hit you, quick to shield your eyes from the incoming rain. “ugh really? we’re almost home and everything.” he grumbled. “yeah, hopefully it doesn’t get too hard though.” you murmured, still covering your eyes while looking back down.

the rain clung to the back of your shirt, slipping past your armor. it was the same for sapnap, uncomfortably webbing his two shirts to his back and arms. soon your home came into view, and sapnap was quick to dock the boat while you both hurried inside. you held the door open for him, and he couldn’t help but make a sarcastic comment, “how gentlemen-ly of you.” that brought a laugh from your throat while you closed the door, kicking your shoes off.

“only the most chivalrous acts for you.” you retorted quickly, both of you snickering together. he shook his head while you tugged at the ends of your shirt. sapnap was the first to actually get undressed and out of the wet clothes, tugging his shirts off his head while unsteadily walking to your room. 

you stared at his back for a moment before shaking your head, snapping out of it. this was no time to admire him, you needed to get out of your wet clothes, and asap. a large white shirt sat on the back of a chair, and that caught your eye. slowly you glanced between the door sapnap had closed and the door. you knew the shirt was freshly taken off the drying line this morning, considering you’d been the one to wake up early and do it, not willingly of course. 

before you could even think it through, or overthink actually, you had already started peeling your wet shirt off, tugging the extra large, white shirt on. it fit perfectly, or well, it covered all the way down past your knees. a smile bloomed across your face, tugging your combat pants off and sliding a dry pair of sweatpants on, comfortable and content.

as soon as you finished getting dressed sapnap walked out of the room, a loose gray shirt and sweatpants on as his pajamas. he stared at you for a moment, raising a brow while gesturing to your clothes, “my shirt huh?” you stared right back at him, “your shirt’s nice, its mine now.” you smiled boldly at him while walking to the kitchen. 

a laugh left him after you started walking, “keep it, you look cute in it.” sapnap smiled, following you. your face lit up in a blush again, but sapnap didn’t stop there, “maybe that should be your pajamas.” 

his arms slid around your waist, resting his head ontop of your’s. you rolled your eyes, “only if you insist.” glancing up at sapnap after a moment. he lifted his head to look down at you, “if it gets you to wear my shirt all the time i’ll insist all the time then.” after speaking he leaned his head down, gently kissing your forehead. 

“now lets eat something, i’m starving.”

[spiked-tea-writing]

and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

[destrcyas]

perfect | sapnap x reader

first of all if u ever bodyshame anyone, not just sapnap or other ccs, fuck u. every body is perfect, ur all so pretty / handsome / gorgeous. ily all. a bit of angst (?) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"hey nick?" you knock on the door to your boyfriend's room. you weren't sure if he was streaming or not, so you were quiet.

"hold on guys y/n's at the door," he said and yelled for you to come in.

"i made some brownies," you said softly and smiled as you handed him the brownies you picked out for him.

"awh, thank you. you're the best." he smiled and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek. you giggled softly and left the room, letting him stream in peace.

"you and y/n are so cute, sapnap." george cooed. nick blushed and rolled his eyes. he scanned the chat, only to be met by negative comments.

dude, sapnap eats so much what

shouldnt he b losing weight

sap not to be mean but ur getting a little bit of chub :(

stop eating

ur gonna be ugly if u keep eating

the boy frowned, putting away the sweet treat and going silent. george nor dream had seen the chat, which he was glad for.

"im gonna go guys, i'll call you later." nick said before logging off of the call and game. he exited his room, placing the brownies next to his computer, and walked out the living room, where you lay watching supernatural.

"well your stream ended early. did i do something?" you frown when nick lays down next to you, not at his stream. your boyfriend shakes his head at you, and you shrug. after a moment of silence, nick finally speaks out.

"y/n do you think im fat?" the question took you off guard, and you sat up to look at him.

"what? of course not, why would you think that?"

"when you brought me the brownies, my chat started talking about how im getting fat and chubby and i just -- i dont know. it made me sad so i ended the stream." nick frowned and looked down.

"nick, youre not fat. your weight doesnt mean shit. i love your body, no matter how chubby or skinny you may be. youre perfect, okay?" you smiled and crawled to him, pecking his lips softly and cuddling into his side, falling off the couch in the process.

"do you wanna just go cuddle in the bed?"

"yeah."

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 

[skye-meeren]

it really do be makeup time

Sapnap x reader imagine

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Fluff - Suggestive Joke

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After trying for what felt like forever to convince your boyfriend to let you put makeup on him while he was live, he’d finally agreed to let you put some eyeliner on. You excitedly shut the door to the room and walk over to the desk. “Okay babe,” You sit down next to Nick, “I got the eyeliner.” You grab his chair and turn it towards yourself. “Shouldn’t we face the camera, (Y/N)?” He asks. He rubs his chin and lips as you both turn back toward the desk. “Well- But then I won’t reach your eye!” You say, standing up and standing in front of him. “Sit on my lap then,” Nick smiles mischeviously and pats his lap. You roll your eyes, but take a seat anyways. You straddle him and grab his face. The back of the chair leans back slightly as you put your weight on Nick. “Close your eye,” You say. Nick furrows his brows, “Eye singular?” He asks. You sigh. “Can you not close your eyes individually?” You shoot back, sitting up. “No? Do you??” Nick sits up along with you. You let out an exaggerated sigh, “Okay, just- close your eyes then,” You say. Nick huffs and closes his eyes. “Alright, this might feel weird,” You slowly put the liquid eyeliner towards his left eye. As soon as the product touches his skin, Nick flinches back, jerking the entire chair back. “Oh my-” You sit back. “What the hell (Y/N)?” Nick goes to rub his eye, but you grab his wrist. “Absolutely not!” You say. Nick laughs and slowly puts his hand down. “That was weird.” He laughs. “One more try,” You say, placing your hand on his jaw to hold his face still. “Sit still now,” You try again, this time getting a solid line to cover the previous dot of product. You bite your lip, concentrating as you finish off the left eye. “Yay! Good job babe!” You cheer. Nick opens his eyes slowly, barely keeping them up and blinking violently. “This is weird (Y/N),” He comments. “I know, but let me do the other eye too?” You smile sweetly. Nick nods and sits back yet again. You lean forward and begin to put eyeliner on his right eye, when he suddenly moves on purpose. You mess up, and grab his face in annoyance. “Bruh-” You blurt out, “Sit still! I will draw a cock on your face!” You threaten. “Oop,” Nick laughs. He leans closer to your face. “I have a co-” He begins to say, but you slam your hand on his mouth to shut him up. He rolls the chair back, getting your entire body in the shot and places both hands on your ass. “Look at that,” He says muffled under your hand. You remove your hand from his mouth, using it to smack his baseball cap off his head. It does a flip, falling off his head to the floor. Nick groans. “What the he- (Y/N)!” he pouts. You put the cap on the eyeliner and throw it onto the ground as well. You get up, turn around and sit back down on Nick’s lap. He rolls the chair closer to the PC, where the live chat is a mix of “ew, gross, love” and “oo they fuckin’”. Bits and donations roll in, not that either of you hear the messages due to the headset being off. Nick leans forward, with you still on his lap and grabs it, putting the headset on. You lean back on his chest and rest your head against his chin. Nick wraps his arms around your waist and start thanking various donators and responding to chat messages.

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i’ve fallen completely back into my 2014/2015 fanfiction-reading, fangirl ass self so have this

if sapnap sees this 1) I am very sorry and 2) I will immediately commit several crimes towards myself okay cool have a nice day

[ethostims]

SAPNAP; for @sapnapxreader

X X X | X X | X X X

[thebestmc]

hii this is like my first time requesting so it might b a lil shit- but i literally luv ur writing sm!!! can i request dream or sapnap with prompt 37 :))?? can i also be 🎈 anon?

A/N: Welcome 🎈 anon! Thank you for the kind words!!

You grabbed the scraper spatula out of the cake mix and flicked some at Sapnap, “Take that!!” You laughed and ran around the kitchen before Sap grabbed your waist, pulled you towards him and began to tickle you. You jerked against his grasp and unintentionally rubbed your knee against his crotch. Sap stopped cold and let out a grunt, “...Sap?” You tried to turn towards him but with how he held you, you kept rubbing against him. “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

[iwssaiwssa]

I Wanna Be Yours (Sapnap)

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Idea: The reader is high with Sapnap. 

Word Count: 549

18+

CW: weed, smoking weed, making out

c!sapnap x gn!reader

(lmk if y’all like this stuff)

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You were parked on the back road for the usual late night smoke session with Sapnap. He was already a few hits in before he picked you up. You had a stressful day at work being a waiter/waitress and were ready to blow off some steam. He understood and offered to pick you for you both to vibe out with music. 

Time passed after sharing the dab pen back and forth only a few times. Despite how much you smoke, your tolerance was still lower than what you’d expect. Sapnap hummed along to a song he knew from the playlist you put on the bluetooth. It was dark as it could be at midnight and the only light was from the dash. The blue lights were lighting up Sapnap’s face.

From many nightly sessions, you guys found out how cuddly you both got when you’d get high. It wasn’t unusual for you guys to cuddle. You’ve been dating for a few months now. You shrunk down and curled up to his side while propping yourself up on the middle arm rest that separated you two. Sapnap was already reclined a little for his comfort, but you could still lean on him. The song changed and once it came through the speakers, your mind began to flood with thoughts. The song was an Arctic Monkeys’ song. The only ones you listened to were the ones you add to a certain type of playlist. 

You couldn’t help but think about Sapnap. Gentle, yet strong. You looked up at him and he stopped humming. His face looked relaxed but silenced. His eyes closed as if he was imaging something. With your head foggy with smoke as you stretched up and kissed him. He seemed surprised, but didn’t move. He broke apart from you and lazily opened his eyes. 

“I like this song,” he mumbled. He had a slight smirk on his face. Despite being high, you were thinking the same thing. Without any worries, you held yourself up and climbed over to straddle his lap. He smirked in admiration while looking up at you. His hands were placed on your thighs to hold you before you laid against him. One of his hands slowly made its way from your thigh all the way up to the back of your neck. His glossy eyes stared up at you as you laid on top of him. 

“You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours,” he quietly sang in a low tone. He brought you down to him as he kissed a path from your lips to your jaw and then focused on your neck. His hand that held your neck went to the back of your head as Sapnap gently grabbed a fistful of hair as he left dark marks on your neck. A content hum escaped your throat. You reached up and entangled your hands in his hair right back. After a while, though it felt like seconds, he pulled away from your neck. You let out a sigh as you sat up. Sapnap laid back and admired your frame. His hand came up and cupped your cheek. Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t even remember what made you so stressed at work.

[astroninaaa]

@sapnapxreader​​ ARE YOU OKAY

stream among us drip remix tubbo fancam

[masterprocrastiwriter]

comfort between the sheets.

entry 8.

warning: very short entry.

I couldn't believe this is happening. Him in a bartender suit, singing in a voice giving me emotions I can't explain is the last thing I expect from him.

And also, probably awakened something in me...

He breaks eye contact and turns to the crowd, making me slowly go down from disbelief.

"Alright, before I sing the next verse, I'm gonna pick someone to dance with me. Y'all ready who?!" He says and the crowd applauses with cheers. Sapnap looks around before his eyes fall to me once again.

And you know what he's doing?

He smirked.

"Y/n!"

I still in my position, and the crowd steps back from me. I then notice his finger pointing at my direction—the only reaction I can pull off at this moment is a pout on my lips. The music also stopped playing as well.

"Don't be shy, come on here." He encourages and I swallow my throat before slowly walking to the stage. While I am every step closer, my skin feels starting to sweat and my breathing pace faster—and my heart beats louder along with glancing at the crowd.

As soon as one foot of mine lands on the carpeted platform, I feel an arm swiftly hooking around the lower back of my torso, pulling me to Sapnap himself. Our bodies are sticking and all I hear right now are our breaths.

"Are you ready for it?" He whispers.

I close my eyes with a sigh, "Y-Yes."

"Boys...continue."

The band plays again and I find myself slowly swaying to the beat, and he goes along in sync. Sapnap brings the microphone near his lips, unleashing his voice again.

Lives for the memory

A woman who's just in his head

And she sleeps in his bed

While he plays pretend, so pretend

Our sways transition to waltzes as the chorus takes part.

She, she lives in daydreams with me

She's the first one that I see

And I don't know why

I don't know who she is

As he sings, he spins me around, making me trip on my foot and fall to his arms, clutching. He helps me get back on my feet and continue the dance, but his torso is now moving like a wave—that's not a part of the dance, is it?

I blush when a certain assumption enters my mind.

The chorus finishes and the instrumentals take over. The beat feels like progressively at its rising action and I notice that Sapnap's beginning to move less like a waltz and more like...uh...a club dancer? His moves are getting me intense—I can feel my cheeks heating up. What's worse is that my body's even following along with him now.

I wanna stop this dancing—but my body's in rebellion mode. And the music's getting more intense while I feel like there's no turning back.

All I feel at this moment is to dance.

[stonersap]

one single like from a most beloved mutual. fine. I read sapnapxreader fanfic last nigth

guyss can I confess.something…

[masterprocrastiwriter]

comfort between the sheets.

entry 7.

warning: long entry. sapnap singing she by harry styles.

sapnap's pov

I walk to Dream's room, decreasing the volume of the ringtone. Fuck, I was caught in 4k ultra HD camera shot by iPhone 3000. Ok, maybe that's an exaggeration, but what should I say after that?

That was so embarrassing. I should've changed the ringtone back to normal. I only did that ringtone out of a dare.

I look at the calling screen and immediately answer it. "Hello?" I say.

"What took you so long to call?" An annoyed voice barks from Quackity.

"Sorry, I just—there was a little issue with the signal," I lie.

"Ahh, okay. But how is y/n?"

"Uh, what?"

"Dream told me that you are the only ones alone in my house." He says with a hint of teasing. "So...how's the stay? Is there anything happening between you two?"

I scoff amusingly. "Quackity, don't ask me such questions."

"What?" He chuckles. "But honestly, you gotta teach her your moves. She's been a bit moody few days ago, so why not do things?"

"I don't think she'll consent me to do it," I shake my head.

"Is she there at the house, though?"

I grit my teeth and exhale. "She went away somewhere."

"Don't worry, I'm driving home so you won't worry leaving the house."

"But—" my voice gets cut off by another call. "Nevermind, thanks, be right back," I urgently say and putting it down before answering the other call. "Hey BBH, what's the need?"

"I haven't seen you at this club and you're already fifteen minutes late." Bad says calmly, but I sense its bits of irritation. "I could literally smell the impatience of some of the customers here,"

"O-Okay, I'll be there in a minute," I respond and put down the call. Next thing I know is that I'm rushing out of Dream's room and off the house—perfect timing comes when I get out of the entrance gate, a familiar blue car comes in. I call, "Quackity!"

"Yeah?" He pops out the window.

"Drive to my house, fast!"

And there we are, ladysluts and gentlebastards, we're now at my house and I've lost track of time, sprinting to the bedroom and recklessly opening the closet to pull out my uniform before rushing to the garage. I have my own car there anyway, I just didn't use it since I could walk a distance to Quackity's house.

As soon as I start the engine, I take the remote to open the garage door. My heart's beating fast, so is my breathing pace—blood rushing through the vein, and the hormonal experiences of panic and excitement creeping up my throat. Might be wondering, but it's that this is an event I won't wanna miss.

"Wait!" A shout booms out of nowhere and notice Quackity in front of me. "Where are you going?!"

"To a strip club!" I broom up the engine. "I'm in a hurry, Quack, get the fuck away!"

"I'll join you then!"

I nod and he gets away. I sigh in relief and move the car out of my garage before driving carefully in a fast speed to my favorite place.

This is it, boys. The club won't be complete without me.

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y/n's pov

I sit in one of the vacant seats up the higher plank of the club while eating their delicious sandwich. I stare at the window beside me, taking another bite and enjoying the bun, meat, cabbage, and ketchup perfectly blending on my taste buds while being grinded by my teeth.

I suddenly think of alcohol. I wanted to order but their Saptender isn't here yet. Idk who the fuck they are, but it kinda sounds familiar. Like, it's a combination of Sapnap and bartender.

Wait...

As I process things, I hear some white noise and look at the window. It's ironic that rain suddenly comes at this afternoon—how's he back there? Is he okay? Won't someone intrude the house or something?

I'm starting to freak out. I don't even know if Quackity would be home any time now, I couldn't even figure out how to get home, I don't wanna ask Bad because he's busy and I'm also a bit ashamed. I sigh and take a few more bites of the burger until I notice I ate them all. Not now, stress hormones. I'm not overthinking things at this moment. Not right now.

"Water?" A voice says and I turn around to see a waiter offering glasses of water to the customers. I quickly look at the window, hoping that the waiter won't offer me that.

"Uh, hi miss, want some water?"

I still at the voice, and slowly turn to the waiter. He has a curly hair, and surprisingly tall. I didn't realize that since he was at a much farther distance moments ago.

I swallow my throat. "O-Okay," I stutter.

He smiles and gets a glass of water from his tray. "Hope you're enjoying here!" The waiter says before leaving the higher plank.

I stare at the water. Please don't overthink the water y/n, please.

But I can't help but to think of things. This reminds me of those scenes in tv shows and books where a girl gets drugged with alcohol—it wouldn't be impossible over a simple glass of water.

Simple my ass.

I shake my head, trying to sweep these thoughts away. But I'm torn to my decision in drinking or not drinking that. So I observe the water carefully. It's not as clear as expected—the club's ambience not helping either. I might be noticing some particles—is it contaminated? How could I be sure?

"Alright, stop it." I solidly whisper to myself, slapping my face. "Ugh, why do I have to—" I cut off by sighing of how crazy I am. Fuck it. If I only had enough money to buy therapy, but therapy is expensive—I couldn't even afford myself to buy a house since I'm new to streaming as well.

I exhale deeply in defeat. If I can't afford therapy—then, I guess alcohol would do the trick, right.

Moments later, my chaotic headspace gets popped off by a startling voice that shocked my whole body to soberness.

"WHAT'S UP, EVERYBODY?!"

A shout comes out of nowhere and then the whole crowd suddenly claps and cheers. The club looks more colorful because I sense the vibe changes with such lively sounds. What the fuck is going on?

"Saptender, you're late!"

The moment I hear Saptender, I leave the table and look down to who they are. Bad is approaching a man in a proper bartender suit. But I can't see his face for it's covered with a gray cap on his head.

"Oh, sorry Mr. Halo," the man—I mean Saptender, says. "How much time was I late?"

"Almost thirty minutes," Bad says. "Shall we start now, Sap?"

"Why of course," Saptender says. "Let's make the club more intense, then?"

Hmm...it feels like I heard this voice before.

Hold up. Sap?

The Saptender then runs onto and I go to the left of the higher plank. Below is an elevated platform, with a few people there holding instruments—in short, there's a band

He then goes there and looks at the crowd. "Are you ready for some hot rock?!" He roars.

A shout of yeah's and woo's can be heard throughout the crowd. Seconds later, the calming background music gets replaced with the intro of drums, followed by a note from an electric guitar—which I can totally describe as 'sexy'.

He then goes to the elevated platform, picking up a microphone and placing it near his lips.

(y/n sounded like she has spyglass lol)

Nine in the morning, the man drops his kids off at school

And he's thinking of you, like all of us do

It's been the first two lines of the song, and I instantly grip the rail of the plank I'm already holding. What is this song? Why does it fit him so well?

Sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon

Around 1:32, like he knows what to do

His singing is firm, yet subtle at the same time. It's irresistible, he gets me intrigued.

But then, I'm in shock when the what I think is the chorus hits on.

She, she lives in daydreams with me

She's the first one that I see

And I don't know why

I don't know who she is

I slowly begin to realize my feet moving on its own, bringing closer and m closer to him. The cloth fits tight, but enough to show his arms. I hate how he make me feels with his suit because right now, I feel my knees wobbling.

He takes a boat out, imagines just sailing away

And not telling his mates, he wouldn't know what to say

As the chorus is being hit, I look around my surroundings. Everyone is moving their hips, sexy dancing to the erotic rhythm of the music. It's hard of how this song would make me wanna undress myself from the facade I wear.

But I don't want to—I'm not dancing in a public place.

I turn back to the Saptender—the moment I get to see his face in detail, I immediately feel my self further sobering. Reality check, reality check—why is he familiar?

I widen my eyes for a closer look, then he turns to the crowd where I'm at. Our eyes meet each other, freezing me on my position, and my mouth slightly agape.

I shouldn't be surprised—I knew I was right a while ago, but I didn't expect to see him here?

I swallow my throat, still fixated at him.

"S-Sapnap..."