#sub quackity

[bvtton-eyed]

Karmaland, QSMP, or DSMP roleplay!!

Right now I'm looking for a roleplay with me playing Quackity. I'm really wanting to do a Luckity or Pumpkin duo roleplay right now (they’re the ones I'm mainly looking for), but I'm up for discussing another pairing like Rubckity, Cellbit x Q, etc. !!

I’m legal !!

• We can go over plots in dms.

• I'm a versatile bottom (I will not top, but I can dom/sub/switch between the two. I normally hc Q as ftm / non-binary, but he can be cis.

• My timezone is pst!!

• I’m also down for other ideas, like a cc / streamer au, and other aus in general! Absolutely no cc! Wilbur / cc!dteam!

• This will have eventual romance :>

[transgenbur]

YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING

[alttac-co]

okay but consider: Quackity as this type of duck

[whygalaxy]

listen... nsfw w quackity.... it's halloween and the reader decides to wear a bunny costume but with a very short skirt and maybe a bra and bunny ears

quackity gets very turned on by her when she goes to his office to show him the costume, he bends her over and fucks the shit out of her in his desk 😭

Bunny Costume {Easter special}

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Fem!Reader

♡⃕ Summary} "It was Easter and you decide to wear a costume for this celebration. You decide to show your costume to your boyfriend"

♡⃕ TW.} NSFW; Smut; Dom!Quackity; Roleplay?; Rough Sex; Spanking; Unprotected sex.

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. I know the request ask for Halloween, but I thought it would suit Easter better. HAPPY EASTER TO EVERYONE! ❤️🐰

Today was Easter, and you wanted to surprise Alex. So you've decided to wear a bunny costume for Easter!

You went to the costume store and bought a white dress that had a bunny tail on the back of it, white thigh-high socks, and of course! The most important part, the bunny ears!

You look in the mirror, you looked so cute! You laugh like a kid in a candy store. So you decide it's time to go home.

૮꒰ ˶- ༝ -˶꒱ა

When you arrived the house was quiet, you knew Alex was home. You decided to look for him.

You go to his office, opening the door slightly, just enough for you to see what was inside. And there he was, sitting in his chair, his fingers tapping the keyboard quickly.

He was clearly exhausted, needing a break and a way to de-stress.

“Maybe this is a good time!” You think to yourself, humming before opening the room door.

“Alex! Look at the costume I bought for Easter!” You say with a sweet smile, skipping over to him and sitting on his lap.

He looks at you with rosy cheeks, Geez… you looked really good in that outfit. He places his hand on your thigh, kissing your cheek “Te ves maravillosa con ese costume, my love.”

You laugh at his gesture, his grip on your thigh tightening. “I’m glad you like it” you hum, until you feel something being pressed against your ass.

You whimper as you are suddenly bent over the table, Alex was holding your hips tightly, your hips meeting his, you could feel his bulge being rubbed against you.

“My bunny looks so pretty… Si si…” He whispers in a deep voice, he lifts your skirt, but not enough to cover your bunny tail.

He ran a finger against your lips that were covered by the white panties you were wearing. “Is it wet yet? My conejito…”

You moan, and then he pulls down your panties quickly. You yelp when he slaps your ass.

Soon he pulls down his pants too, passing the head of his cock across your lips, teasing you. “Alex! Please!" You beg, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you.

"Qué conjito tan necesitado…" He says, holding your hips tightly and ramming his dick inside your pussy. You moan at his hard and sudden action.

He starts fucking you hard, without mercy, slapping your ass with each thrust until it turns red.

You grip the edge of the table tightly as if your life depended on it. You drooled and cried, it felt so good, he hit your G-spot every time

He grabs your hair, making sure the bunny ears that were in your hair don't fall out. “Alex!” You scream as you finally cum, leaving your legs weak and shaking.

He keeps fucking you, hitting your G-spot every time, not letting you rest after your orgasm. You moaned loudly, feeling overstimulated after your orgasm.

His thrusts start to get sloppier, until he holds your hair tighter. Stopping brutally inside you, filling you with his cum.

You whimper, feeling so full! You can hear him panting heavily behind you. He collapses onto you, a little tired.

He removes the strands of hair that were on your face, you pull him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Happy Easter, Alex…”

He smiles, kissing you back on the cheek. “Happy Easter, Mi conejito…”

♡ ∩∩ （„• ֊ •„)♡

[anemonet]

Happy halloween!!! Aimed and fired mainly towards >> @choliosus for the @mcyt-halloween gift exchange, but happy to everyone else too :DD

[give-grian-rights]

not to be more controversial than usual, but fuck you if you're supporting a guy who went into a cancer charity stream and said that all the money should go to him instead.

and more importantly fuck George for putting Phil and Wilbur in the fucking thumbnail, I'm not watching it to see if they're there or not, because quite frankly it's scummy when I refuse to believe you're anywhere close to good terms.

[imlivinglikeyousaid]

you're kidding me. wtf do you mean q posted a video about how he met mr beast. like now of all times.

[lunelicmoone]

took a short nap and dreamed that wilbur soot pulled up my tumblr page on stream. it ended with him blocking and reporting me

[stonermujer]

quackity calling u mommy

Yes ofc 😋

~~~~

Subby Alex

Contains: mommy kink (duh), use of quackitys real name, sub Alex, slight cervix fucking, cockwarming, dub con, barely proof read lol.

Paring: Alex/quackity x fem!reader

A/n: no one ever writes him as a sub and istg he most definitely can be

Alex would never tell you but he most definitely has a subby bone in his body. A desire to be absolutely whiny moaning your name and gripping at the bedsheets as you make him feel good.

He’d trail into your bedroom grinding his hard-on into your thigh.

“Please? I want you to make me feel good.”

He’d pout and you'd have no other choice but to give in. It was cute seeing him desperate like that. he'd tug your clothes off eagerly, kissing your sternum and down your stomach.

"So pretty,"

he'd murmur before sliding his own clothes off, achy cock springing out with pre-cum dripping. you'd jerk him off for a moment and he'd buck into your hands. he'd mutter curses under his breath and guide his hips to your dripping cunt. his eyes were visibly glossed over from how wet you were.

"you like it when I'm needy like this huh?"

Alex would whisper under his breath and you'd feel his leaking tip prod your entrance making you gasp. he'd bottom out in you and sigh at the feeling of your slippery warm insides sucking him in.

"feels good mommy."

he'd groan and you'd clench around him, turned on and taken aback by the nick name. he'd gently start moving his hips making sure to kiss your cervix each time. he just wanted to be deep inside you and he'd whine from how blissful it felt. All he could do was mutter about how tight you were and how much he loved you while he dragged his thick cock against your warm walls.

You could feel him twitch with each pass and you could tell he was getting close from how loud his moaning became.

"Gonna cum I love you so much mommy."

he'd whisper in your ear before his tip rested flush against your cervix spilling his warm load till you felt uncomfortably full of him. He'd collapse onto your body wrapping his arms around you as he softened inside you. he'd kiss every inch of your skin and fall asleep nestled inside you.

~~~~

[takethebodymarc]

why am i surprised its a minecraft event😂😂😂😂

[kayit-z]

Another deathduo x solangelo drawing bc I LOVE it (gracias joly, beso tu cerebro)

* EXTRA, not deathduo but a idea that a got:

Little explanation about this drawing:

Notes: q!missa and q!spreen are canonically brothers (younger and older). They were living together with q!roier, he and missa wanted to open a taqueria

Basically, on the very fists days of the qsmp, spreen killed missa's cat, roier and roier's dog, because devil rubius dared him to. When roier told missa about it, he said that spreen could never do that and that it was roier's fault their home was falling apart. They had a fight, which ended with missa leaving him alone.

It happened before the egg adoption arc and never got a conclusion :(

I feel like not a lot of people outside de Hispanic community know about the lore between roier, rubius, spreen, quackity and missa (la traición del taco/the taco's betrayal (??)) That's why I felt the urge to explain it

Also! There's this amazing animation with eng subs that portraits it perfectly *chef kiss*

I know it's not identical to the pjo scene but missa and roier's fight gave me almost the same energy

[mioakem]

If you’re able would you be down to summarize some of the notable bits of the stream? Don’t wanna give Dream’s stream more views :P and I also don’t have twitter

(If not the vibe then no worries! Thank u for all ur service in the mcyt drama wars 🙏)

ofc i can!

so basically hes just going through tubbos stream from earlier and nitpicking it

he starts by talking about how tommy used to joke about dream being a pedo (when he was 16 btw) and shows a super long text he sent to tommy saying how he doesn’t like it and doesn’t think it’s nice to do that.

then he talks about the qsmp/usmp thing. he said that tommy really wanted to join the usmp and apparently said “fuck quackity” (has no evidence of that) and then says how he stopped being friends with tommy when he dropped the “if youtubers were honest” video. he goes on a whole rant saying how tommy is fake and how he’s lying to everyone and then he starts shit talking tommy’s mom cause she was defending tommy on twitter. he shows the huge dm he sent to sarah (which was basically just saying that he’s upset that she’s active on twitter and defending her son). he says some more things about tommy, saying that he’s “on his knees” for quackity and also said that he wouldn’t be doing this if w*lbur was in dreams place

he then goes into the logan paul situation and, as expected, shit talks tommy for being friendly with him when he was 16. he starts saying that tommy just likes to start drama to get attention.

finally he gets into the mizkif situation and again says that tommy is just trying to start drama. Then he goes on a whole politics rant about xqc or whatever the fuck his name is and saying that his opinions on trump dont matter cause he’s canadian? he then says that his own opinions on trump don’t matter and that he doesn’t talk about politics cause he’s not a politics streamer. then he addresses the r slur and to summarize it he basically just said “how come nicholas cantu can say a slur but not me”. he gets super mad when that jack and harry found the nicholas cantù thing funny purely because they don’t like dream.

he also talks about the philza tweet and says that he never ever took credit for other people’s success while in the same breath saying that he shined a spotlight on creators during the dream smp. he also says that he gained absolutely nothing from the dsmp and that “1% of his subs are from dsmp”

he starts going off about aimsey and says that he thought that she was the one who set off the whole caitibugs in an attempt to cancel dream and george (she didn’t caiti was literally speaking out abt george groping her and dream covered it up)

that’s about it after that it’s basically just a long coke rant about practically nothing, i’ll def update if anything else happens in the stream but rn he’s just going insane lol

[fairytsuk1]

tie me up, pin me down | (s)

synopsis: husband!alex indulging his wife´s request to dom him then taking over when she teases him too much

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 4k

warnings: husband/wife dynamic, dom/sub dynamic, teasing, cowgirl position, reverse dynamic, sub!alex

“You wanna—what?”

Alex kneads your hips in his hands, eyes searching yours for clarification. You were nestled in his lap, arms slinked around his broad shoulders as you stared deeply into his dark eyes. Alex held you easily, your body molding to his in a practiced motion the two of you had perfected over the years of being together.

 “Are you serious?”

A throb between your thighs leaves you aching as you roll your hips into Alex’s lap. Your husband lets out a soft sigh at the feel of your plush ass pressing so deliciously against his bulge. 

“Of course,” you grumble, hands twisting his wedding ring delicately. “I wanna top you, seriously.”

Alex takes in your words as a slight grin works its way onto his freckled face, urging you harder against his growing erection while humming lowly. The two of you enjoyed a little power play every once in a while.

Though you had never outright asked to top him, you and Alex always fell into an easy rhythm; you’d take what he gave you, and he’d give you all you could need. It was fun, it was easy, it was sexy. 

“Hmm, are you sure you want to? Maybe I’ll be super bratty, like you!”

Your hand slaps his chest, a mewl escaping you when you grind just right; your clit pulses as you bear down on your husband’s arousal. Your lips peck at his jaw and neck, your hips growing greedy as they rocked again and again against him. He already had you losing yourself in him, and it was just so unfair how weak he made you.

“First off, I’m not bratty—“

“Sure, you’re not.”

Lips press into a thin line, and the first move is made when you press manicured nails into the soft skin of Alex’s jaw. His cheeks are mush against your fingertips. You deliciously squirm at the feel of holding him in place, panting against his lips and keeping him still.

“Don’t interrupt me,” Alex’s eyes give the green light, and you continue. “Second off, I can handle anything you throw my way.”

“Can you?”

It’s muffled against your fingertips but doesn’t stop the smile from crawling onto Alex’s lips like a Cheshire cat. You scoff, releasing his jaw and pouting in his lap while you look at him. 

“I can, and you better believe me. I’ll tease you till you’re crying and begging me to stop.”

Your husband is non-threatened, chuckling and unable to hold back his smirk as his hand skims your sides and comes to massage your chest. His deft fingers easily find the curve of your tits. His thumb runs over your nipple, and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning and arching into his chest. 

“We’ll see. That’s usually you, you know.”

“Just watch me,” you say, leaning in and capturing Alex’s lips in a hot kiss. 

He groans and pulls you closer, already growing desperate as he gathers you in his arms to lift you and take you to the bedroom. Your legs wrap around his waist effortlessly, and you giggle when he hoists you up into the air. 

“C’mon, no more games!”

The two of you are a mess of tangled limbs and panting breaths for the rest of the evening.

Days pass. Alex is busy with work, and you’ve got your own thing going on: cooking, shopping, relaxing. You’re secretly plotting and praying Alex doesn’t know. He saunters around like he’s innocent. A stretch in the living room here, a towel wrapped around him there. Post-shower, mind you. Your husband was making you hot under the collar, and you hated it. You need to get under his skin and make him feel crowded and needy.

Oh, you were plotting. You make his favorite. Tamales Rojas. Red tamales. It’s labor mixed with love as you tenderly make each one with a smile on your face. Alex greets you with a pleasant sniff and arms wrapping around your waist. “Smells good in here. What are you doing, trying to convince me of something?”

“No, I just wanted to do something special for you.” 

You whisper and turn in his arms to wrap yourself around his shoulders. You get close enough to kiss, and you can see his eyes darting down to peer at your lips. He pulls you closer to his body by your hips; he’s familiar with you, and he knows you can’t resist crumbling before him when he towers over you just like this. Yet, you’re still standing, and your grin has turned into a full-blown smirk.

“Ready to eat?”

Alex’s eyes are dark and stormy, and they drink you in like a full glass of red wine. He hums lowly, thumbs rubbing at your hip bones before skimming your waist and tugging you closer by the small of your back. “I’m ready for something else.”

Despite the aching call for submission that comes from your gut, you manage to resist and worm your way out of Alex’s shocked arms. He stares at you curiously and follows like a dog to the kitchen. Alex doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s wondering why the two of you aren’t fucking right on the kitchen table.

You plate the tamales for him, the spicy pork making your mouth water as you set his plate in front of him.

“Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” and you’re sitting opposite him with crossed arms and legs.

You weren’t expecting the retaliation from Alex, though, who corners his plate like a man starved. He looks the exact same as he would, as if he was going to eat you out, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he crowds the plate like it was your sweet pussy. Your mouth runs dry as Alex starts to feast, making soft groans of pleasure as he tears his teeth into the masa and pork. 

Alex’s eyes are dark when they drift up to yours. He looks hungry. His eyes watch you for a moment before he wipes his lips and takes a sip of water. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“No I–I am,” you mumble, cheeks flushing and eyes darting away as you try to conceal your shy gaze. “What do you think?”

“It’s fucking delicious, babe. I’ll do the dishes tonight,” and he drawls his words out in a way that makes your thighs squeeze together. “You really outdid yourself, didn’t you, mi amor?”

He knows he’s hitting all your weak points. He absolutely knows what he’s doing with the praise that sends heat down to your throbbing clit. You take a tentative bite and nod, not dignifying him with a response. Alex smirked before crowding his plate and beginning to eat even more voraciously. 

Alex groans, licking his lips and smacking them as if he was devouring you. It’s too much, and you’re standing abruptly with your half-full plate. “I’m done. I’m gonna put this in the sink.”

“Okay, baby,” his eyes linger as you cross the room. 

Even in the kitchen, you can feel his piercing gaze. You stay where you are, listening as your husband stands and approaches you. He’s quiet as he draws close, humming a random tune as he rests his chin on the junction of your neck. Then, a sharp smack echoes in the small apartment.

“Alex!”

“I know what you’re doing,” he drawls into your ear, hand taking a handful of your ass before smacking it again for emphasis. “Trying to ignore me? Even when I want you so bad…”

“I’m not ignoring you,” you whisper and try to keep the shake from your voice. “I made your favorite.”

“As if that’s not when you want something. Come on, let me have you.”

Was that begging*? Oh, it was definitely begging. You must bite your lip to prevent a smirk as you turn in his arms.

“Get to washing.”

Just like that, you leave him shell-shocked in the kitchen. You lounge in the living room, listening to Alex vigorously scrub pots and pans. You can imagine the pouty look on his face as he meticulously cleaned every dish. You had won this round.

Alex did not like to give up, though. It was one of the things you loved about him. When he was into something, he was into it. It all started with a casual Saturday morning, two days after the tamales rojos incident–as you liked to call it. It was two days of bliss, of married life with your husband. Yet, on this particular day, Alex seemed different.

He did all the chores early. He made you breakfast and carried your cup of coffee to you in bed. Usually, these sweet gestures and over-the-top affectionate moments were saved for more meaningful occasions, not just ordinary Saturday afternoons.

“Any reason for this?”

“Just wanted to do something special for you,” Alex murmurs. His eyes stare deep into yours with an intensity that makes you hot under the collar. “What’s your plan for today?”

“Oh, nothing,” you lie easily.

You were ready to put your plan into action and absolutely dominate him.

“Well, have fun with your lazy day,” Alex teased, and you leaned forward for a syrupy kiss.

But it was denied. Alex swiftly turns his head, and your lips plant a full kiss on his cheek. He smirked, and you could see the intensity of his gaze mingle with the boyish playfulness of his personality. This wasn’t any ordinary Alex. No, this was bratty, submissive and downright infuriating Alex.

If you wanted to top him, he would not make it easy for you. You put your big girl boots on, opting for a different avenue to get what you desperately wanted. Alex goes about his day like usual. You pay him no mind. You merely watch him, observe him like a zoo animal. He’d dodge a kiss here, pretend he wasn’t listening there.

He was pretty good at being a brat. It just wasn’t enough to get you to back down. You crowd him after dinner, taking steady, measured steps up to his seated form. He keeps his eyes on the TV as if he sees through you. You cock a hip and lean down to get face to face.

Alex’s breath quickens. You can feel the soft puffs on your face as you force him to meet your gaze. He holds it for a moment, and before he can swiftly turn away, your hand darts out to grip his fleshy cheeks between your fingers. You caught him.

“You haven’t been playing nice,” you murmur and shake your head as Alex tries to open his mouth, prevented by the way the pads of your fingers dig into the groove under his jawbone. You pin him in place.

“No,” you drawl. “Don’t try to speak. Just look at me. I’m already making you do it. You might as well comply.”

Alex’s cheeks lift into a smushed smile, and your lips form a flat line. Your hand tilts his head up farther, enough to see the redness float into the apples of his cheeks.

“Lemme go,” he mumbles, voice hollow and wet with spit.

“No.”

“Why not?”

You hold him for a moment longer before releasing him, your hand traveling to cup his throat. His breath hitches then, and you’re smirking at how your husband so easily enjoyed being put in his place.

“Because, I want you to go upstairs and lie flat on your back. I want you pliant, open, spread just for me. I want to devour you.”

Alex dashes up the stairs, an excited yet breathless laugh escaping him. You wait till you hear nothing before making your way upstairs. Photos of your wedding, the two of you together, and the life you had built together pass by your form.

He’s spread out in his boxers for you. A teasing smile lingers on Alex’s face as he rests on one arm.

“Hey, pretty,” he quips your usual nickname as you climb over him and settle your clothed self on top of his form. “You look good, baby.”

“I always look good,” you tease and hold a finger to his lips. “But I’m not your baby tonight.”

“Oh? What happened to my good girl?”

Your hips roll against his half-chub, a hiss escaping him as you drag your clothed pussy over the length of his cock, teasing him slowly with every circle of your hips. It’s already hot in the room, your lips parting to puff soft breaths as you worked your hips over Alex’s dick. Alex’s thighs tense with need, and you can see how he struggles from pinning you to the bed and absolutely ravishing you. 

His fingers flex, and you’re sweeping his wrists into the grip of your palm and pinning them over his head. Your man playfully gasps, and your lips quirked into a smirk. 

“I’m not your good girl. Tonight, I want you to surrender to me. I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow,” and you drag out your words to punctuate them with a grind of your hips. “I’m telling you, Alex, you’re gonna be begging me to cum.”

“We’ll see about that. For now, why don’t you just show me, hmm?”

Your lips meet in a fiery, hot kiss. It’s sloppy and wet with how your tongues glide together, lips sucking at the pink muscle while Alex squirms beneath you. Your fingers press his wrists further into the plush of the mattress, and Alex groans for a moment of breath.

“So unfair, I wanna touch you,” he whines softly.

“Be patient,” you utter against his lips, grinding your pussy against his hips. You were already soaking through your panties, but you kept your clothes on. “I’ll let you touch me if you’re good.”

Alex makes no real move to push you off, though you know he can. Instead, he lets you in him. Lets you kiss his lips till they’re pink, swollen, and bitten. He looks up at you with lowered lids, chest heaving as your manicured nails rake across his skin. He looked downright delicious. 

You’re gentle in the way you plant kisses from his sternum down to the waistband of his boxers. You let go of his wrists, and he quickly tucks his arms behind his head to prop himself up and watch you. Your lips are plush, soft and warm as they drag over his clothed cock. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as you palmed him over his boxers, a low moan escaping him as he shifted.

He was already so hard, so wanting for you. Your fingers scrape against the sensitive skin of his tummy as you peel his boxers off, his dick leaking and flushed against his navel. You’re still fully dressed, and you can see your man eyeing you with annoyance.

“I wanna see you,” he says after a beat of silence. “Please?”

“Please, what?”

Alex’s face contorts, and while you know he’s not entirely against calling you mommy, he was certainly not used to it. It comes out quiet, meek. His eyes are shy as he glances away at the pictures on your nightstand before returning to your form. You smirk and lean so close that your noses touch.

“Say it, and I’ll take all my clothes off.”

“Please, Mommy?”

“Of course, you’re so good for me.”

An exquisite look of pleasure crosses Alex’s face when you compliment him. He leans into your palm that smooths his hair out, his eyes wide as you slowly lift and pull your shirt off. Your husband has seen you a million times like this but never got that awestruck teenage boy look off his face.

Your breasts grow exposed, nipples hardening in the cool air. You sit atop him, hands roaming over your torso as you give him a show. You huff and whine when your palms drag over your tits, and Alex’s eyes grow to saucers as he watches you. Pathetic little pleas are spoken by him, his eyes raking over your form as you pleasure yourself.

“Can you take the rest of it off? I wanna see you so bad,” Alex gives him, his voice betraying him as he begs for you.

“Oh, yeah? Want me to take all of it off?”

“Yes, I just fuckin’ said–”

You’re pinning him down again. Your eyes are dark, lashes fluttering against your flushed skin as you stare at him.

“You’ll take what I give you with no complaints. Do you hear me?”

Alex’s lip quivers, and he thrashes for a moment before relaxing. You sat on your knees above him, sweatpants still adorned, as Alex arched up to try to get some friction. You watch him squirm, humming lowly and leaning down to plant peck after peck on his sternum. 

Your lips trace his pecs, softly gliding over his right nipple. A squeak escapes him, and then a moan when you take his nipple into your mouth and suck. He always did this with you. Teased you till you couldn’t take it anymore, and well, you understood, given how satisfying it was to watch your husband pathetically whimper for your body. 

Sitting up, you untie your sweatpants and tug off your panties. Alex’s eyes rake over you with pure need, his wrists sitting pliantly and obediently above his head. The two of you look at each other before you’re sinking down and slotting your pussy over his cock.

“Oh fuck. You’re so wet, baby. Fuuuck, can you–ngh, y’know.”

“Not yet, honey,” you purr, dragging your soaked folds over the curve of his dick. “You feel so good, so warm against me. Oh god, fuck, wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Please fuck me,” Alex’s voice is hoarse. Desperate. “Ohmygod, pleasepleaseplease. Wanna feel your pussy, I wanna be inside you. Mommy, please?”

It’s so fucking tempting. You ground yourself faster, harder, growing near delirious as you felt his pre-cum mix with your slick, making the glide that much wetter. You’re on your forearms, hips working back and forth against Alex, his eyes rolling back and lips parting to expose the delicate expanse of his throat. Little moles dotted his skin, and a sharp moan floats past your lips.

“Fuck, I-I’m, fuck. Okay, oh god, okay.”

You’re caving and sitting up in an instant. His words just made you even hornier, and you needed to feel him now. Your hand grabs the base of his cock–a strangled wail coming from Alex–before you line him up with your pussy. He was twitching in your hand, gripping the headboard as you sank down.

“Holy shit, ngh, yes! Fuck me, please. Just move!”

“Hush, I’m moving–okay?”

It’s so hurried, and you’re immediately bouncing like a bunny in his lap. Alex can’t take it anymore, and his hands come to grab onto your hips eagerly, pulling you flush against his cock as he buries himself deep inside you. You let him, greedily bouncing up and down on his dick. He was so hard, throbbing inside you, and you couldn’t get enough of how he handled your hips and tugged you down with every bounce.

He’s so thick that his dick stretches you out with every long glide. You pant, eyes fluttering as your hands fist the sheets. Alex is privy to how you writhe and grind against his hips. Pathetic mewls are pushed from your lips, and you’re looking at him with wide eyes that beg for him.

Your thighs ache. The burn is so intense that you’re pausing above him with a trembling lip. Alex drinks you in, his thumb rubbing circles on the muscles of your legs before smirking.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I-I can’t,” you breathe, and you try so hard to keep moving, to keep grinding, but your thighs give out on you, and you slam back down onto Alex. “‘M too tired, can’t keep up…”

“Oh, you can’t? Sounds like you need some help,” and he’s fucking crooning at you in that soft voice that makes you melt.

You’re nodding before you even know it, hips weakly rocking back and forth as Alex sits on his forearms. The two of you stare at each other, the wet squelch between your bodies the only thing audible as you hold your gazes.

“I want you to say it,” he rasps slowly.

“Just fuck me–it doesn’t matter! I-I’m still in charge, and I’m demanding you fuck me.”

“Yeah, you’re demanding like a little brat. What you really want is for me to take control. You’re such a needy little thing. You can’t lie to me.”

“That’s not true!”

“Is it not?” Alex’s hands pull you closer, the two of you still connected. He plants his feet on the bed, and you’re immediately lifted higher into the air as he starts to thrust into you. “Look at you. You know you want it. Aww, you’re so cute like this, honey.”

You’re hiccuping, your gaze downcast as your husband fucks up into you with his raw strength. You’re crying out, grappling for purchase anywhere you can find it: the sheets, Alex’s shoulders, his chest. He fills you up so well, and your eyes grow glassy as he hits that spot deep inside you. 

“Oh god, oh fuck me. Mmf! Alex, fuck, Alex–you’re fucking me so good!”

“Yeah, fuck. Ngh, I love your pussy, baby. You’re everything to me, just wanna make you feel good.”

Your hand comes to rub at your clit, puffy and sensitive, and your fingers tremble as you rub tight circles. It comes at you hot, fast, and fiery as your orgasm courses through you. Every muscle locks up, and you’re keeling over with a sharp cry as you cream on his dick.

“That’s it, there we go. That was all you needed; you just needed me to fuck you. God, can I keep going? Wanna cum so bad, wanna fill you up.”

“Fucking, yes–keep going!”

Everything’s so sensitive to the point it almost hurts, and your belly throbs with that mix of pain and pleasure. You shake above him, feeling Alex bounce your body above him before stilling and cumming hard. It’s so hot that you’re letting out a bleary whine as he fills you to the brim.

Your muscles shake above him, and your voice is weak and panting.

“I–That was not; I was supposed to top you,” you mumble, using every last ounce of your strength to lift yourself up and lay right against Alex’s chest. Your face is smushed into his smooth skin, and he wraps an arm around you immediately, pulling you closer by your waist.

“You did, for a little. You did so good, too,” Alex whispers in your ear, tongue flicking over the shell of it with a huff of a laugh. “You just can’t resist me, and I always know what you need.”

His hands trace random shapes across your ass, nails barely grazing over the sensitive flesh. You’re quiet, planting kiss after kiss along his chest and pecs. He hums lowly, not really saying anything–he doesn’t want to break the quiet. 

“I love having sex with you,” you admit, head tilting up to peer at him. “I just love you.”

“Well, I’d hope so. We are married, after all.”

He’s light. Teasing. Your face flushes, and you curse at the fact that he could still make you blush like a schoolgirl. Your fingers trace a circle around his nipple, and he jerks a bit.

“You know what I mean,” you implore softly.

This wasn’t just about sex, dominance and submission, or more. This was pure, unadulterated love. You wanted to pour your love for him through your eyes, your words, your existence.

“I know. I love you so much,” he whispers your name so quietly you almost miss it.

But you hear it. It’s full of tenderness and love. It’s said in the way you whisper to your lover in the dead of night, knowing they’re not listening but also that they’re still feeling that affection through whatever cosmic osmosis connects the two of you. It’s raw. Authentic. He means the world to you, and you mean the world to him. 

In this moment, it’s pure ecstasy.

[royalarchivist]

[They notice Pol gifting subs in chat]

Quackity: Look– Polispol!

Roier: Polispol!

Missa: Hola papa! Hola papa! 👋

Quackity: Polispol, we're clogging our arteries live here.

[dnfity]

hiiiii 🤍 my name is indy!!

dteamolo and srs dnfer

also im a writer i think: indigoh on ao3 (and sometimes indytwo)

header: @/dveam 🫶

(nsfw asks dont bother me but please dont send me really sexual things about george im not interested in having those types of conversations thank uuu)

under the cut are my favorite fics ive written aka my greatest hits yay!

nosedive into flood lines

17.3k wc | rated e | drunk sex, getting together

description: a shared bottle of rum leads to a drunk hookup, something that just friends don't do. AKA my dnfchains fic my magnum opus a little

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fueled by the pyre of your enemies

12.5k wc | rated e | depression, hurt/comfort, sleep deprivation

description: Dream has always been there when George gets sad.

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calico

22.2k wc | rated t | sharing a bed, sickfic, non-sexual intimacy

description: on the eve of Dream's 24th birthday, patches goes missing. and it's all George's fault

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no grave can hold my body down

10k wc | rated e | soulmate au, time loop

description: all Dream and George have ever known is intimacy without touch. (this is basically a fic where when you touch your soulmate for the first time it takes you to your happiest memory together)

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good boy

3.4k wc | rated e | riding, praise kink, dom/sub undertones

description: George rides Dream

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like a prayer for which no words exist

22.7k wc | chapters 2/? | rated e | sexuality, internalized homophobia

description: Dream thought that the most difficult thing he'd ever done in his life was when he'd figured out his sexuality through a series of discord calls with his best friend.

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destroy myself (just for you)

14.3k wc | rated t | unrequited love from q's side only dnf are in love with each other idk how to really explain this one tbh it just kinda. happened.

description: Quackity finds himself falling in love with George. But George never notices, he's too busy falling in love with Dream instead.

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olfactory ethics

1.7k wc | rated t | slight scent kink but not really, non-sexual intimacy, introspection

description: George has always experienced the world through smell

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like a movie (you saw in your youth)

1.9k wc | rated m | stripping, VR

description: Dream gets stressed while working on his project. George puts on a little show. AKA George strips for Dream using his fusion tech

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when walls fall

1.9k wc | rated t | fem dnf, makeup, developing relationship, almost kiss, pining

description: Georgie doesn't really wear makeup. Georgie doesn't really like makeup. But that doesn't stop her from wanting to try on some of Dreamie's lip tint – the closest thing to Dreamie's kiss Georgie will ever feel.

[antimony-medusa]

But Why Is Quackity Studios Selling Merch?

To do the sloppiest math possible: 11 Eggmins * French Minimum Wage (roughly 1,500 a month) is 16,500 a month. That’s assuming that the translator works for free, they are hosting the sever off a computer in Quackity’s closet and don’t pay for the electricity, their dev and building and writing and art costs are all nil, and no other RP admins need to be paid.

Quackity has approx 1k subs on Quackity and we can assume the same on QuackityToo, which does not make their stats public. Assuming Quackity is putting every penny of his income into the server, at a 70% split, that’s 7000 a month.

Which would be why they’re trying to make more money.