#dmsp x reader

[noxiwrites]

Missed you ; Karl Jacobs

Summary; in which you participate in one of Jimmy’s 100 days challenges and Karl misses you just a little too much.

Warnings; smut, oralfem!receiving, cum pushing, fingering.

Half a million dollars seemed like a good idea 50 days ago. You’d jumped at the chance to try win it when Jimmy asked you if you wanted to be the focus of his newest video idea; survive in a house inside a circle for 100 days on your own.

With the exception of him and the guys coming to fuck your shit up every once in a while.

The last time they had visited was around a week ago; when Jimmy brought a marching band to play outside all night. All. Night.

It was safe to say you were going slightly insane. You’d just passed the half way point today; and you celebrated by sleeping and planting some more flowers in the small garden you had dug out in the front of the circle.

But now it was nighttime, and you couldn’t sleep. It was hot; and despite the house having running electricity you didn’t have the pleasure of having aircon.

So you couldn’t sleep.

Not to mention you’d seen a spider somewhere an hour earlier- so you didn’t want to sleep.

You finally decide to get a glass of water, picking yourself up off the bed and padding through to the kitchen/living room area.

You grab a glass, holding it under the tap and getting some water. Not the best, but still water.

You’re leaning against the counter, eyeing your food stock when you hear the door creak. A head pops round and you’re really surprised to see it’s your boyfriend, Karl.

He was the main maniac of the group when it came to causing problems for you during the 100 days.

He grins at you, closing the door behind him and almost bounding towards you. There’s barely time for you to place your glass on the side before he’s wrapping you in a tight hug, lips finding your own.

He holds the kiss before pulling back a centimetre, whispering “missed you.” On your lips.

You’re wondering how he got permission from Jimmy to come see you- because Jimmy said he wasn’t allowed to, per the challenge of you spending the 100 days alone- when you realise he probably didn’t.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” You quirk an eyebrow up at him and he grins again, pressing a chaste kiss to your exposed collar bone.

“Don’t care. Missed you.”

You laugh, gasping shortly afterward when he bites down on your neck, hands snaking around your waist.

Ah. That’s why he’s here.

You rest your arms around his neck, sighing as he continues to bite and suck your neck, his hands sneaking up the back of your (his) shirt.

“Karl, I’ve missed you too but I’m not losing my half a million because you want your dick wetting.”

You feel him smile against your neck, hands grasping your waist as he lifts you up onto the island and he falls between your legs, looking up at you.

“Jim won’t even notice, trust me sweetheart.”

Your stomach flutters at the name; he knows you love it, makes you weak in the knees.

You’re both watching as he traces circles on your thighs, and you don’t stop him as the slide further up to the bottom of your shirt to push it upwards.

“Let me touch you, please,” he almost begs, and it’s now that you can see the outline of him in his pants; pyjama ones. He was that desperate.

You slowly nod your head and he doesn’t hesitate to reach up and grasp your shorts, pulling them down as you slightly lift your hips to help him. He chucks them somewhere in the room, hands straight back on your and feeling you through your underwear.

You sigh, hips pushing forward to try meet his hand a little more. He chuckles, wasting no time pushing your panties to the side and diving in.

You’re feeling it all at once; and you realise you’re probably just as desperate if not more. He kisses you before pushing two fingers in, slowly moving down to kneel so he’s eye level with your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. All this time I’ve not touched you, bet you’re so desperate huh?” He groans, and you moan particularly loud as his tongue makes its way between your folds.

You’re already close- an affect of not being touched by him for so long, and you thread one of your hands into his hair, gasping as he curls his fingers inside you.

“Come on pretty girl, come for me. Know you want to.” You moan again, scared you won’t have the words to respond, tugging his hair so you can have his face close. Again, you feel him smile into you as he adds another finger, stretching you out.

His free hand reaches up and tugs at your shirt, a sign for you to take it off and you do so. The moment it’s gone he grabs your boob, twisting and pinching the nipple and it’s all it takes for you; a chorus of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘I’m cumming’ spilling out of your mouth.

He works you through it, finger fucking you faster than ever before you eventually shy away, post orgasm haze causing overstimulation.

Karl detaches himself from you, slowly pulling his fingers out and holding them to your mouth for you to clean. You do so, watching in awe as he pushes his pants down his legs and you see the wet patch on his boxers. He frees himself and rubs his tip through your folds.

“Tried to get myself off, didn’t work. Needed my pussy.”

You smile, hand coming up to the side of his face.

“I’ve missed you too Karl.” The moment is sweet and he takes a second to kiss you before pushing in, both of you sharing a breath and moan at how good it feels. You’ve not had this for a month and now you realise that you’ve missed it. A lot.

Karl too.

He gives you a second to adjust before he’s setting a ruthless pace, hands gripping your hips to stop you from sliding all over the counter.

“Not gonna last long, god I’ve missed you so much,” he whines and you nod your head, feeling the exact same. His head falls into the crook of your neck and he’s whispering sweet nothings to you as he fucks you like he’s not gonna see you ever again.

“God, Karl, M’close.” You cry out, grasping the back of his head with all you’ve got as he pushes into you harder and faster.

You clench around him, almost finished when he curses and you feel him release, yet he keeps fucking into you throughout.

“Cum for me princess, do it.” He bites on your earlobe and you let go, crying out his name as he’s shooting the last of his cum into you and gradually slowing his thrusts.

You both take a moment to calm down as Karl is still inside you, twitching and chest heaving along with your own.

“I fucking love you, Jesus Christ.” He pulls away from you, watching as a mixture of yours and his cum seeps out of you. He pushes it back in, placing your underwear back where it belongs and pulling you off the counter.

You wrap your arms around him, hugging him for the next few weeks before he pulls you into his side and begins guiding you towards the bedroom. You both collapse into the bed, jumbling yourselves together like you always do when you sleep.

“You have to go before Jimmy finds you.” You tell him, head on his chest.

He giggles, arm pulling you impossibly closer.

“We’re not done, and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

[asafeplacetostay]

THEY LET YOU DRESS THEM

pairing: cc!karl jacobs, cc!georgenotfound, cc!sapnap, cc!punz, cc!wilbur soot x gn!reader

summary: You're a fashion student and after some begging (or none at all) your partner let's you dress them up for the day

a/n: I took all of the pics from pinterest, so creds to the owner of them!

also I feel like i kinda held back and based the outfits on their online personalities and what sillouete they usually wear, let me know if u want another one of these but with outfits I THINK will look great on them

KARL JACOBS

-he has a pretty open mind about fashion

-he's up for almost anything

-I feel like HE would ask u if u could dress him/ when you asked if he wanted you to dress him up he got so excited

-his outfits irl are so cute too I love him

- white looks so good on him, and a lot of rings to finish the look (without the orange glasses)

-you do some soft black eyeliner too

GEORGENOTFOUND

-ah george

-he's pretty basic ngl (eventhough he looks great in gray sweatpants)

-It took a lot of begging for him to let you dress him

-giving you that look everytime you show him something too revealing

-almost threw a pillow at you when you got out a mesh turtleneck

-"I'm not wearing that- no- no stoppp~"

-finally agrees on something pretty modest but still cute

-looks so hot what-

-something along the lines of the fits under this

SAPNAP

-I feel like Sap would at first be really excited

-like "I have a partner that dresses me up and you don't"

-the second you brought out a cute harness he almost fainted

-"I-i can't wear that, babe"

-after a lot of planning time, you got him the perfect outfit

-it goes really well with his overall style (he demanded for a baseball cap) but a bit more colourful and fun

-yes, the necklaces are part of it

PUNZ

-he said yes straight away

-whatever made you happy

-he loves seeing your excited smile while you pull out items

-still has boundaries obvs but is pretty open obout the whole style experimentation

-he can't stop talking about how hot he looks

-pants a bit more baggy than the pics

WILBUR SOOT

-I want to dress this man so badly

-like all this ideas flowing in my brain AAA

-I think he would look good in anything

-and he would dress in anything you want

-is the most open minded about it

-smiles at you while you ramble and try to match items into a cute outfit

-something like that, with pointy boots for sure (brown ones)

[secretsandwriting]

Comfort Streamer

Part One: Lime Green Slander Stream

When a sick Dream goes searching for a stream to watch. He stumbles across a viewerless stream and decides to join, finding a new comfort streamer for himself and others and maybe play a little matchmaker in the process.

Dream sighed as he adjusted his pillow for what felt like the millionth time. He was sick and to top it off, he was bored. Sam was doing his subathon but he had been watching it for a few hours already and needed something new. 

Scrolling through all the minecraft streams, he ended up down at the tiny streams. One of them went from 1 down to 0 before his eyes. It looked like they were just building something. It looked calm and that's really all he wanted at the moment, Hopefully they don’t get too crazy with him being famous and all. 

He joined and soft music playing with the sounds of blocks being placed filled his room. It was calming. After a few seconds Lemon glanced to her side and smiled. 

“Welcome! I’m building my base before I go mining.” She didn’t talk too loud, keeping the atmosphere just as calm as when she wasn’t speaking. 

Dream: What type of base are you building?

He could see the recognition in her eyes and the back button was looking really nice. 

“Just a little cottage with lots of flowers and leaves. Maybe candles when I get some beeswax and string. Either that or lanterns… or both. I haven’t decided yet. I’m going solely off vibes and what limited items I hav-” She cut herself off and looked down. “Hey, you want to see my cat?”

Dream: Yes!

“This is Murder.” She held up a black cat. “He poses no threat, he is however the sweetest little man with no thoughts in this little head and he’s probably inbred.” Murder just seemed pleased with the attention he was getting. “He’ll probably stick around for a little bit.” She set him back in her lap and went back to minecraft.

____

“I’ll be right back!” Smiling at the camera before turning it off and muting. Once everything was doubled checked to be off and silenced you sagged into your chair. Dreamwastaken was in your stream.

Dreamwastaken had been in your stream for over an hour.

As much as you would love to freaking out, you didn’t want to do that to him. He seemed to be enjoying the stream as it was and you didn’t want to take that from him. It probably wasn’t often he could join a stream and be treated as a normal person. Getting out of your chair to go refill your water bottle and use the bathroom before you continue the stream. 

It wasn’t long before you were turning your camera and mic on.

“I’m back.”

Dream: Welcome back :) 

Dream was still watching. Smiling at the sweet response you went back to figuring out how you wanted to build your base. 

Dream: You should put the enchantment setup over in the corner near the potions area

“That was the plan, the only problem is the doors are too close so it would disrupt the flow of the house so I’ll probably have to move the potion area upstairs and then maybe the enchanting table could go near it but I’m not sure yet…”

Dream: You should make the beds lime green

“Eww no. Not everyone likes the obnoxious bright green Dream.”

Dream: What? You don’t like the lime green??

“I like little bits of lime green. Like the candles. Just enough for splashes of color. Not too much or it will burn my eyes because it’s so bright. This is a lime green slander stream.”

Dream: :(

“You know what. I’ll compromise. I’ll go with the green bed. It's still green but not obnoxious. Deal?”

Dream: Deal

“Ok… Um, I think that's all for my house..” Running through it you double checked everything was done. “… I guess it’s time to go mining.”

Dream: You won’t be poor anymore!

“I’m getting really tempted to ban you.”

Dream: I’m sorry, that was really uncalled for and I’m truly sorry I said such horrible things.

You kept streaming and chatting with Dream for another hour before deciding to end the stream. Once everything was double checked to be off you shot out of your spot and to your roommates room. Slamming the door open and startling her. 

“Ry! Dreamwastaken was in my stream for three hours!”

“He was?!” Taking the unsaid invitation, you threw yourself onto the bed and started telling her all about your stream, everything from the first viewer who had stayed for 30 minutes (A record before Dream) and how he just randomly joined and stayed for the rest of the stream just chilling and actively chatting.

“Damn. Are you going to do anything with it or just leave it? If you really wanted you could probably get some serious clout.”

“I know, but it seems like he just wanted to chill and I really don’t want to take that away from him.” 

“That’s really nice of you. Maybe you’ll just end up being the streamer all the famous people like because you treat them like normal.”

“Don’t worry, If i ever become friends with Punz I’ll put in a good word for you!” Dodging the kick sent your way you went to find something to eat. 

______

Once the stream ended, Dream had gone back and watched all the vods on twitch and then the ones posted to your youtube, After that he went through all your youtube videos and tiktok. Three days later he had watched all the content you had put out.

One thing he didn’t find was any mentions of him in your stream. Most people would use it to try and get more people on their stream but you hadn’t. 

In fact, when he checked the vod, you had disabled chat so while you were saying his name, there was nothing to back up that it was him. It was like you were hiding the fact he was the one in your chat. 

In your next stream he had asked why you disabled chat and didn’t know how to respond when you told him it was because you wanted him to feel normal in your chat. After that stream had ended he started a group chat on discord with all the CCs he knew, sending her twitch link along with the clip from the stream.

Masterlist -- Next

[joviepog]

Wilbur soot “Click” Series:

ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (coming soon!)

ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—ꨄ—

Polls:

Chapter 3 poll

Requests / Small blurbs:

Rules about requests

[thequeenopower]

Side Missions ; Dream

3 wagu steaks? Who the hell doordashes 3 wagu steaks?

Well its $20 in my pocket so, why the hell not?

I arrive at the restaurant and wait about 15 minutes since I got there a little early. Once I got the food I headed to the house, which was very far away and in the middle of nowhere. The driveway to the house was long and dropped you off in front of a beautiful 1-story house. Knocking on the door with the bag in my hand, a man with dirty blond hair opened up the door.

"Great! You're here, could you settle a debate between me and my friends?" He asked with a smile, taking the bag from me and opening the door a little wider.

"We're not going to kill you, we promise. It's just that we need a fourth person's opinion on the playback of this race." A brunette said from behind him.

Oh what the hell? It's not like if I did die I'd be leaving anything behind.

I mean I'm a struggling college student whose family lives thousands of miles away. I only have one friend at school and we almost never see each other. I barely make ends meet so if I die by the hands of a couple attractive people, so be it.

"Sure, why not." I walk in and am greeted by a cat and another brunette man.

"I'm Clay by the way, he's Nick and that one's George." George waves from the couch as Nick plops onto it, motioning for me to come over and watch the play-by-play.

"Do you guys want anything with your steaks?" Clay asks from the kitchen which gets George up and moving towards him.

"Okay so, I was placed first place automatically by the game, but Clay swears he was in front of me." Nick starts the video and it tracks the Mario character.

It switches between Mario, which was Nick's character, Princess Peach, which was George's, and Toad, which was Clay's. The cat jumped on top of me just as Mario hit Toad with a shell. Clay must've gotten mad and tried to steer Nick off course because just like that, Clay and Nick were tied again.

"Watch! Watch closely!" Nick practically screamed in my ear, shaking his finger at the screen.

By this time, George and Clay sat down on the couch, Clay sitting next to me and George sitting on the other side of Nick. It was at this moment that everything felt surreal as Clay and Nick argued when Mario and Toad passed the finished line at the same time, though I will say Mario was a pixel ahead of Toad.

"So, who do you think won?" Nick cut me from my thoughts.

"Uh, you?" Nick fist-pumped the air as Clay huffed from beside me, taking the cat from me as it seemed I lost my privilege to touch her.

"Would you like some cake, sorry we never got your name."

"It's y/n. And sure, I'll take a slice." He nods and I follow him to the kitchen where he cuts me a slice and then prepares his steak.

"I'll just get going." I draw out as I slowly make my way towards the front door.

"Are you sure? You can stay and eat your cake, maybe play a round or two on the switch." I debated in my head whether or not I should stay.

~~~~~

The night grew darker as we started another round.

"NO, STOP Y/N!!" George screeches as I hit him with two green shells, one after the other.

Clay cheered me on as I finished the game in first place. Nick huffed and threw his remote down onto the table along with George.

"I better get going you guys, thanks for letting me play." They begged me to stay a little longer but gave up as I put my jacket and shoes on.

Clay walked me out and stayed behind me the entire time, not stopping until we got to my car.

"This was fun, maybe we could do it again sometime?" His tone was hopeful.

"I'd like that." He smiled and handed me his phone to put my number in.

"I'll call you soon." He leaned into my car through the open window as I put it into reverse.

"I'll be waiting."

God this is shitty huh? i just wanted to make something. but eh who cares. this was rushed so I'm sorry for the shitty writing, I'm just now getting back into it. hope you have a good day or night where ever you are <3

[rainbowramsalt]

am I the only one who is seeing exclusively Schlatt neg in the Schlatt tag????? Like wtf?????

[slimeyliveshere]

Diner ✨PT. 2✨

Words: 1589

Pronouns: she/her

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The street outside of your small apartment was empty for once. Probably because the bright stadium lights bouncing off the clouds showed it was time for racing. It not only was just a simple so and so coming from somewhere tonight was the night of something big. Racers from everywhere were coming here tonight- your little town of Bodeen. Just off the coast of California. Known only for the high-class racers that come from it. Even if it was just 4 NASCAR racers. Tourist attraction? Not at all. Small town? Yes, sir. You currently are walking through the devoided sidewalk to the exact place you never think to find yourself on a date. The closer you got the louder the cheers became. Soon, you were standing out in a parking lot. How did you know your date was here you ask? Because this happened.                            [THREE DAYS EARLIER] Dazed, you sat there by the counter. Mary the fiery senior had a shit-eating grin on her face. "So, (y/n) where are you guys meeting?" Mary cooed, the grin looked like it was burned onto her face. 'Shit' your brain yelled at you to go and try to catch up with Tommy. But, he beat you to it. Just then he pushed through the doors sending the bell into a loud jiggle. "Shit! Sorry, (y/n)! I forgot to tell you!" Tommy shouted. You just sat him down at a table and brought him some orange juice and sat with him as he told you the details of the date. That's how you got into this.                            [PRESENT] "(Y/N)! Over here!" A man shouted over to you. As you got closer you recognized the man leaning on the dark-brown convertible. His messy hair was partly hidden by his burgundy beanie.  He wore a white button-up that was loosely tucked into a pair of tan pants held up by a black belt. "You look lovely," Wilbur tells you as you get within a couple of feet of him. You looked him up and down. Realized he was wearing a lanyard that read something along the lines of 'Bodeen Nationals: Manger'. "You look nice too," you return his compliment. A rosy color decorates your cheeks. "Not nearly as beautiful as you," he retorted, wiggling his eyebrows. Your face probably took on an even darker shade of rose at his laughing. He grasped onto your hand and started pulling you toward the arched entrance of the drag strips. He didn't take the normal way once you were inside he pulled you off to a side door that opened up to a set of stairs leading down. The corridor was dark except for the faint LED lights in the ceiling. Soon, Wilbur pushed into a large room with checkered flooring and cars lined up to exit the garage. The first car to catch your eye was the neon green car at the end of the lineup. It was one of the cars at the diner when you first met Wilbur. After looking around the room and noticed the same motorcycle from a couple of days ago. You lit up at seeing it. Wilbur laughed at your reaction to seeing his brother's motorcycle. The blonde on the other hand was currently sneaking up behind you. "WILBUR'S GIRLFRIEND!" Tommy yelled in your ear as he wrapped his arms around your neck. Wilbur jumped at the loud noise while you just flinched away from Tommy's yelling. Wilbur regained his footing and pulled him off of your shoulders. "TOMMY! What the hell?" Wilbur shouted at his younger brother gripping his shoulders and shaking him. You watch the brothers' interaction from the same spot snickering lightly at the two boys. "What? Is she not your girlfriend?" Tommy cooed, staring straight into Wilbur's eyes grinning. Even if he is an inch or five shorter than Wilbur he can still stare into his eyes. "No Tommy. She is not my girlfriend. Today she is just my date." Wilbur scolds his younger brother. "Yeah, yeah loverboy. Can I take her to the skybox?" Tommy asked puppy eyeing his older brother. "Sure I gues-," Tommy cut him off by grabbing your hand and running toward the same staircase you came down. He continued to pull you up the staircase and back out into the open. People split to let him through. Probably because this was a normal happening at the drag strips but, it was usually with his best friends. After pulling up about four or five flights of stairs Tommy stops in a hallway. It was lined with large oak doors framed with glass. Tommy dragged you to the very end of the hallway and opened the double doors on his left. The room was beautifully decorated with black leather chairs. To the back was a small kitchen with marble counters and black cabinets. The front of the room was a large sheet of glass that opened into a balcony with wicker seating and a fireplace. Beyond that, you could see the ends of the drag strips. It looked like a mansion resembling the apartment you live in. When looking around the room you completely missed the older man standing in the kitchen and the lady sitting in one of the leather chairs. "Tommy. Would you kidnap this time?" the man asked in a firm voice. "Phil, this is Wilbur's woman (y/n)," Tommy waved his hand at you, "(y/n), these are my parents Phil and Kristen Craft. "Hello dear!" Kristen spoke now standing in front of you and Tommy, "You really are just as beautiful as Wilbur said!" her voice was silky just like Wilbur's sometimes. Your face was a bright rosy color as you gave her a shy smile. Before Phil could come to greet you properly Tommy had already dragged out toward the balcony. He pulled you to the edge leaning over and pointing at something on the ground. It took you a second to see it was Wilbur standing next to a navy blue Nova. He was leaning into the open window talking to somebody inside the car. Another male stood outside the car leaning on the hood and looking around. Before you could stop Tommy he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled. "SCHLATT!" Tommy yelled at the top of his lungs, "YEAH, YOU BITCH!" yelled when the guy standing next to Wilbur looked at the two on the balcony. Tommy stood there waving one of his arms at the male and, the male waved back to the loud teen. "Racers get to your marks!" a rackety teenage voice came over the loudspeaker. Wilbur pulled his head out the window and shook hands with the Schlatt guy and Schlatt got into the Nova. Wilbur jogged over to the tents set to the side of the drag strips and put on a set of headphones. "Welcome everyone to Bodean Nationals! Our first race is about to start so let's meet the racers! In the blue Nova, we have Quackity and Schlatt from down south. Next in the purple Hellcat are Karl and Sapnap from South Carolina and Flordia. Our flagger is Flordia from Gogy...shit...Gogy from Flordia!" the teen quickly fixed his slip-up. "There you go Tubbo!" Tommy said excitement in his voice. The Gogy guy raised his flags. One then the other. Once they were both above his head he dropped them and the cars shot out. They were right in line with each other till Quackity got a little lead. Tommy tugged on your sleeve and pointed to a motorcyclist in line with the cars. "That's Ranboo! My other best friend! Oh... Yeah, Tubbo is my other best friend he's down in one of those tents!" Tommy said pointing to the clump of tents next to the track. The cars kept close in line till the Hellcat leaned a little too far into Quackity and Schlatt's lane. Quackity's car span off the track you circle the Hellcat still going gaining a massive lead. The Nova collided with the wall on one side of the track. You cupped your mouth with both hands and Tommy's jaw fell open. "Please stand by," a robotic voice said as Wilbur and Tubbo came running out of the tents and up to the busted-down car on the other side of the track. Luckily one of the doors was still openable Wilbur forced the door open and pulled Quackity out by the arms. He stood up shakily but Tubbo caught one of his arms and pulled it over his shoulders stabilizing the short male. Wilbur managed to pull Schlatt out of the car and sit him on the ground. Schlatt's arm was bloody right side shoulder down. A white and red pick-up truck pulled up to the side of the road and a lady stepped out and helped pick Schlatt up and bring him to the car. Wilbur was gaping daggers at the Hellcat at the end of the track. He started to run over to the car as the driver and his comrade strode out of the vehicle and to the crowd of interviewers standing a couple of yards away. Wilbur stopped in front of Karl and started to yell something at him. It could be heard if you were standing in front of the TV like Tommy and Wilbur's parents were. Let's just say Wilbur started carding out a punch to Karl's face and it landed. Then he was removed from the drag strips. And then you two went and got milkshakes at the [DINER].

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

on one hand it's interesting to see how the top fics in the fanfiction topic have changed on the other id rather see a tamaki amajiki x reader than harry potter or dmsp rpf

[thomotomo]

could you write a karl jacobs x tall male reader where the reader has really bad insomnia so karl is used to him still being up when his streams are over even if they go super late. so karl ends his stream and when he goes to find the reader but he finds him awkwardly laying on the couch with his legs hanging over the arm rest and karl cuddles up next to the reader. yeah idk if this makes sense tbh

Thanks for the request! I slightly altered it, hopefully you'll enjoy it nonetheless :3

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You were just back in your house after one hell of a day. You were quite exhausted and couldn’t wait to curl up with your boyfriend in bed, sadly for you, as you passed in front of his stream room you could hear him loudly speak to his audience.

You went to your room to retrieve your nightwear and went to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. You stood there, letting burning hot water slide on you as you scrubbed off the sweat accumulated during this hot day, sighing in relief as you felt yourself cleaner than ever. You dried yourself off and put your night clothes on before going straight to bed.

Usually you couldn’t sleep without Karl being by your side, but considering he was streaming and you were exhausted you tried to fall asleep, clothing your eyes and trying different breathing techniques but to no avail. The other side of the bed was cold and you couldn’t feel comfortable enough to fall asleep without your boyfriend being used as a pillow.

You sat and yawned, deciding to wait for him in the living room, hopefully there would be some interesting stuff to watch on TV while you wait for him. You stood up and went into the living room, taking a seat on your favourite sofa, sitting comfortably on it.

Turning on the TV you decided to settle on a documentary about Antarctica, hoping it would keep you engaged enough so you won’t fall asleep mid-way through it. Once again you yawned as the documentary began.

/Later/

Karl stretched as he turned off his stream. It had lasted longer than he had thought and he couldn’t wait to lay in bed with you and fall asleep blissfully. He took off his headset, turning off all of his devices, before finally standing up. After being seated for as long as he had been it was like an orgasm to move his limbs around. He drank some water, hydrating himself as he shut the blinds, opening up the window to let air come in.

Karl left the room, scrolling on his phone and he was about to go to your shared bedroom when he was attracted by the sound and light coming from the living room. Confused, he took a step to go downstairs.

“Y/N? Are you there?”, not hearing any noises he was a bit worried and walked carefully in the house.

The streamer sighed in relief as he stepped inside the living room and saw you fast asleep on the sofa, legs dangling off one side of it as you were curled against the backrest. He smiled gently as he turned off the TV and went to your side. He decided to take a picture before trying to wake you up, it couldn’t be very comfortable to fall asleep in this position after all.

“Y/N? Love, wake up…”, he didn’t like waking you up, especially when you looked so exhausted, but you were so much taller than him that he couldn't carry you upstairs. You didn’t make a move in your sleep and he put a hand on your shoulder, gently caressing you while whispering your name.

“Y/N… I’m finished. We can go cuddle in bed.” You whined a bit, moving around as he chuckled lowly, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen in front of your eyes.

“Yeah I know but we have to do it. You’ll be better up there.”

You stretched your arms and scrubbed your eyes awake. You blinked until you were adapted enough to the obscurity. Your eyes settled on Karl who was smiling at you and you smiled right back at him.

“Hey babe… How was your stream?”

“It was good, thank you love. Come on, let’s bring you upstairs so we can cuddle better.”

You nodded and stood up, despite your legs feeling like jelly. Karl wrapped an arm around your waist, helping you find your balance. Both of you walked upstairs and you went to lay in bed as Karl went to shut the window in his streaming room. Karl stepped in your shared bedroom, and went to take a quick shower, changing into his night clothes and slipping under the covers with you.

As he settled in bed you immediately went on him, cuddling up to him like an octopus, one of your legs going above his waist, your head in his neck and an arm wrapped around his torso. Karl’s hand found its way in your hair, gently scratching and patting your head.

As soon as you were installed you felt your eyes drop and nearly immediately fall asleep in Karl’s arms. He could feel your breath slowing down and he gently laughed and kissed the top of your head before falling into Morpheus' arms too.

[angstyx]

Surprise

CC!Dream x Reader

Word Count: 580+ words

Summary: After streaming faceless for your entire streaming career, your boyfriend and fans finally get to see what you look like

TW: none

Note: oops i didn't see that you wanted hcs so i wrote a fic instead- sorry!

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting

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You checked your clock, 5:55 pm. You sighed and adjusted your position on your chair so you would be more comfortable. 5 more minutes you told yourself. Just 5 more minutes till you would have to go live.

You had messaged Dream in the morning that you had a surprise for him and that you were going to show him during your stream. Throughout the day your boyfriend's asked you questions about the surprise but you ignored them, wanting to keep it a secret. Now it was the afternoon and it was almost time for you to go live.

Saying that Dream was excited was a understatement, he kept checking his phone and reloading his tabs, waiting for your stream to pop up. He wondered what the surprise was all day and even questioned you but to his dismay, you ignored them.

You were nervous. You made sure that everything was where it was supposed to be and that your room was neat. You checked your phone again, 5:58 pm. You already tweeted out that you were going live at 6 but you didn't add that you had a surprise to share.

Dream reloaded your twitch channel again. Everything looked the same except there was now a new stream with a "Starting Soon" message showing. Quickly clicking the stream, Dream entered it, watching as the number of people watching went up rapidly.

You adjusted your face cam. You were ready. You changed the "Starting Soon" message to just a regular black background, confusing your chat and Dream when you did so.

Unmuting your mic, you began talking. "Hey guys! Welcome back to my stream and if you're new, welcome!" You greeted chat cheerfully, thanking those who donated to you as well. "Whats wrong chat? Oh the screens black? I must've did something wrong. Lemme try and fix that..." You took a deep breath, well its now or never right?

You turn on your face cam, smiling at how fast chat realized that your face cam was on. Compliments soon came flooding in through chat and donations appeared. "Thank you guys for the donations!" Your eyes widen at the next donation. "Oh my god Clay! Thank you so much for the gifted subs!" You laughed at how fast chat was going, you could barely read a message before it got caught in the flood of the other messages.

Throughout the stream it was like you always had your face cam on. It just felt natural to you. After a few hours of streaming and playing multiple games, you decided to end the stream. Thanking everyone for their support on your face reveal, you said your goodbyes and so did chat.

Once you ended the stream your phone started ringing. Dream's number appeared and you answered it.

"Hey ba-" "You never told me the surprise was going to be a face reveal!" You cringed at how loud he was, bringing your phone farther away from your ear. "Well that's what a surprise is supposed to be, babe." You replied back, laughing at how he huffed at your response.

"Anyways, you looked lovely, y/n." You felt your face warm up at his compliment. "I-I well.. um thank you." You stuttered out a response, cringing at how you weren't even able to form a single sentence.

"Flustered aren't we?," he teased. You scoffed at his statement, "You wish, Clay."

Let's just say that you two stayed up all night talking to each other.

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[graymoon2-archive]

snow day

masterlist

ship- cc!wilbur x gn!reader

word count- 0.64k

category- fluff

pronouns- you/yours

warnings- none

a/n- i quoted myself here lmao find it if you can

reblogs are hot

10:00 am

you had just received a call from work. more than half the employees were snowed in from last night's storm, so you got a day off. you cheered a little, running into you and wilbur’s shared bedroom. he was still laying in bed; he hadn’t planned to go to the office until later.

“will!” you shout, flopping on the bed

“what’s up, dear?” he asked, smiling at your excitement

“work’s canceled because of the snow!” you exclaimed, grinning at him. you sit up suddenly, eyes brightening with an idea. you hop up, dragging him by the hand to the dresser. you point at it.

“put on long pants and long sleeves”

“i- okay?” he says, bewildered at your sudden demanding attitude

you walk to your dresser and do the same

“what’s this all for?” wilbur asks

“snow day” you grin, taking his hand again and leading him to the coat closet. you grab coats and hats and gloves.

after you are all bundled up, wilbur gently wraps a scarf around your neck, savoring the quiet intimacy.

“lets go!” you say, smiling at your boyfriends slightly bewildered expression

you take his hand and walk out on the sidewalk.

you feel your boots losing traction as you slip, dragging wilbur down with you. you both land with a soft thump on the layer of snow. you are trapped beneath wilbur, who takes your close proximity as an excuse for a nose kiss. he then rolls over and sits up, helping you get up. you start to laugh at the stupidity; two seconds of being outside and you already fell in the snow. you get up and begin forming a snowball. you make it larger and form it into a cube. wilbur watches you work in wonder. you make three cubes, and stack them. to the last one you give a derpy smile, like the minecraft version.

“look at him” you say

wilbur takes a picture and posts it on twitter (with permission)

suddenly, you see the neighbors out for a walk

“run!” you yell jokingly, speed walking across the street. you head to the nearby park, where an ice skating rink offers skate rentals. you and wilbur rent skates, despite his initial hesitation

“you sure you want to?” he had asked (multiple times)

you had nodded each time

you started to get the hang of skating far faster than he did, and after a bit you let go of his hand.

within thirty second he had already fallen.

you laughed, circling back to where he sat on the ground. you pulled him up

“the ground is cold” he said, pouting a little

“aww my poor cold baby” you say, pulling him up

“i’m not a baby!” he complained

“alright come on. lets go get lunch” you say, pulling him to the exit.

you head to a little cafe, where you each order a sandwich and some hot tea. wilbur wraps his cold hands around the cup, breathing in the warm scent of his tea.

3:30 pm

after you get home you set a pan of milk on the stove to heat. after its heated you add cocoa mix and stir it around, pouring it into mugs and topping them with marshmallows. you take the cocoa into the living room, where will has already gotten blankets and a cheesy christmas movie on the tv.

“what’s this one called?” you ask, looking at the screen, “a christmas prince? god its either a quiet prince or a charming hometown boy, no inbetween” you say sarcastically, setting the cocoa down on the end table

wilbur laughs and wraps and arm around your waist, spreading a blanket over your laps. you fall asleep after the fourth movie, head resting on his shoulder as he drifts off to blissful dreams of snow and warmth.

tags: @allywritesforfun

i might make a main taglist soon send in an ask to be added :D

[secretsandwriting]

When a sick Dream goes searching for a stream to watch. He stumbles across a viewerless stream and decides to join, finding a new comfort streamer for himself and others and maybe play a little matchmaker in the process.

Completed

Part One: Lime Green Slander Stream

Part Two: Gatekeeping

Part Three: Ruinforfun

Part Four: Thrift Shopping

Part Five: Fuck Ohio: Foolish is ok.

Part Six: YLYL

Part Seven: Lemon Is For The People

[bad-boy-halo-simp]

soft sex with dream (female reader|she/they pronouns too please:) just lots of praising and fluff you can ignore this but I'm just craving some love🤧

Yes yes yes absolutely❣️ :D

Anything for you @egirlmelody my beloved❣️

I was halfway asleep while writing this so I’m sorry if it’s not great😅

Dream x afab!reader

18+

Warnings: smut, vaginal penetration, smut

It was about 6 o’clock in the evening and you hadn’t seen your boyfriend very much since you two had woken up. Just the occasional bathroom break and the couple of times you checked on him throughout the day to see if he needed anything to eat or drink but other than that you really didn’t want to bother him in case he was filming or editing. At one point you had enough, getting desperate to feel Dream’s arms tight around you, so you decided to order a pizza for dinner because you knew it was his favorite before tiptoeing up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

Pressing your ear to the door, you heard a long sigh and a pop of some kind before knocking ever so softly, just loud enough to get his attention. “You can come in,” Dream said while mid-yawn. The door creaked on its hinges as you pushed it open just enough to peek in and see him stretching. “Hey, how are you feeling?” You asked as you approached your lover from behind before draping your arms over his shoulders. “I’ve missed you,” you pouted while giving him a quick squeeze.

“Oh, ha- I’m sorry about that. I guess I sorta lost track of time, ya know? I got a lot done today though,” you could hear the pride in his voice from the days accomplishments. Something you had noticed while dating him was how if he started a project he wouldn’t stop it until it was complete even if it wore him down more than it should. You could feel him reach up to touch your arms as he tossed his head back to rest on your shoulder, a long satisfied sigh escaping his lips as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Well, I’m very proud of you. You did great today Dream. I love you,” you whispered, holding your boyfriend securely to your chest. His eyes quickly shot open and he sat straight up before spinning around in his gamer chair to face you. “You mean it?” He asked, his eyes wide and bright with excitement. All it took was a nod and a quiet giggle from you to have him pull you onto his lap by your hips, straddling his waist and facing him.

“How did I get lucky enough to have a woman like you in my life?” He asked as he began to press kissed all over your neck and collarbone as his hands remained steadily on your hips. “I should be asking you the same thing,” your voice came out a bit more shaky and breathy than you meant for it to. His lips felt warm against your skin, something just so loving and comforting about the way he held you. His rough hands began making their way up and down your sides as he continued to attach your neck and jawline with kissed, each one getting sloppier and more intimate as he progressed.

At one point, your foggy mind beginning to clear, you had noticed how he started giving you feint hickeys all over your neck which you didn’t mind in the slightest. “Are you okay with this?” He panted out as his hands stilled while holding the end of your shirt, waiting for your consent before removing it. A quick nod was all it took from you before your shirt was removed from your body and bunched up on the floor in the blink of an eye. You could feel the arousal between your legs growing more intense with every one of his actions.

Unclipping your bra had become an easy task for him considering how many times he had done it in the past, seeing himself a borderline expert on bra removing. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled as he cupped your breasts in his hands, feeling and groping at the jiggly, warm flesh. “Thank you,” your response felt awkward and embarrassing to say out loud but he didn’t mind one bit, offering a sweet smile in return.

You stood up just for a second as you slipped your shorts and panties down your legs and onto the floor near where your shirt and discarded bra were sitting. While you were up and off his lap, Dream was quick with pulling his sweatpants and boxers halfway down his thighs, exposing his erect cock as a bead of pre-cum began to form on the slit of the tip. His hands returned to their place on your hips as you mounted him once again, your cunt aching to be stuffed by him.

He rocked his hips back and forth while smearing the pre-cum all over your opening, lubing you up and preparing you to take him inside. “I’m gonna put it in now. Is that alright?” He asked as his tip caught on your entrance causing him to let out a shaky gasp. “Yes, please yes,” the mild desperation in your voice was quickly picked up by him as he slowly and tentatively pushed the head into you, watching for any reaction from you. After a few seconds of letting you adjust, he began to push deeper inch by inch until you couldn’t take anymore.

“Mmm good girl, taking my dick so well. Fuck, you’re so god damn sexy,” his words echoed in your head as he bit his lip firmly to keep himself from thrusting up into you before you were ready. His arms wrapped around your waist before pulling you into a tight embrace, letting your face bury itself in his neck as he whispered how uh he loved you into your ear.

“You feel so good around me, baby. So tight and warm, shit-,” his words cut off as you felt his hips jerk, testing a small thrust and gauging your reaction to see if you could handle it yet. A gasp escaped your lips, followed directly by a harsh moan as the pleasure from the sudden thrust upwards crashed over you. “I’m gonna start moving now, alright baby?”

“Mhmm, yes. Fuck me Dream. I need you,” your voice was somewhat muffled into his neck but he understood you just fine. His thrusts started off slowly and much more sensual, thrusting up into your tight wetness at a gentle and steady pace while holding your body close to his own. “You always make me feel so fucking good y/n. Always squeezing my dick so tight in your pretty little cunt. God, you’re so perfect,” the sound of wet skin against itself started off as being barely audible quickly became louder in volume as he bounced you on his cock.

“Good girl angel, such a good girl for me. So beautiful,” his words faded into grunts and breathy moans as his hips sped up their pistoning motions. He didn’t want to admit it but he was already starting to get close to his own climax, but so were you. “I’m- oh god. I’m gonna- getting close,” your voice was wavering and your grasp on him got tighter as the coil in your lower stomach began to tighten at an alarmingly fast pace. “Yeah? Are you gonna c- ahh... cum for me like a good girl?” A nod was all you could manage as your eyes stayed screwed shut. Within a matter of seconds the coil snapped and the rapidly approaching orgasm ripped through your body violently, causing your body to arch and tremble in his tight grasp. A white hot sensation of ecstasy shook you to your core without you being able to prepare yourself. “Oh fuck baby, can- shit. Can I cum inside?” His hips didn’t stop thrusting upwards even for a second as he awaited your response. Tears had formed in your eyes and you felt dizzy as you came back down from your high.

“Please yes!! Cum inside me, baby!! I want to feel it inside!!” You yelled out as the sensations all began to be too much, your body feeling exhausted and completely drained. With a harsh grunt and a few shaky moans your boyfriend had finished inside of you, his cock keeping the hot white liquid plugged inside of you. You felt weak as you caressed his cheek and looked into his eyes, your legs aching like hell but you didn’t want to say anything to ruin the moment.

“Fuck,” he panted. “I love you so fucking much,” he panted as he found a comfortable place for his face to rest between your breasts. The two of you rested in each other’s embrace for about 5 minutes to catch your breath. “I know right now isn’t the best time but there’s pizza downstairs,” you mumbled as he held you close. A husky chuckle escaped his lips as he looked up at you. “You keep proving my point about how perfect you are.”

[maddenleftchat]

Could I request Revived!Wil with a soft and somewhat weak male!darling? Like he can defend himself he's just anxious and likes how much Will cares for him? Someone who doesnt mind Wil being yan and feels safe with him but is a little clingy towards Wil? Thank you! Hope you're having a good day :) -X anon (certified c!Wil simp)

Sorry it took me so long to get to this... 😥

Any ways! (I will still be using second POV ex. You, and dear reader. But this headcannon will be using more male like pronouns.)

Triggers: Obsessive/aggressive behavior, unhealthy relationships, isolation, anxiety, unhealthy dynamics, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

~ WILBUR ~

Wilbur would love you.

You're weak, just like he used to be.

And he was going to take advantage of that.

You relied on him and only him for things.

Wilbur might have calmed down a bit after being revived, but he is still possessive and aggressive nevertheless.

Wilbur will have you at his side the entire time.

He can't risk you having an anxiety attack!

Or that's what he says.

Wilbur will have an arm around your waist and talk about how handsome you look with him.

He'll use your shy side to his advantage.

After all, Wilby is a bit of a flirt.

Wilbur will actually encourage you to stay weak.

He'll feed you the lie, that he is the only one able to protect you.

And you'll believe it.

Even if you don't want to.

You know it's true.

You know, no one else would want to take care of a weak useless man like you.

Wilbur may feed you lies, but those lies loosely tie themselves to the truth.

Don't get me wrong.

Wilbur really did love you!

But...it's just his nature to be that manipulative to you.

It's a constant fear deep down that he'll lose you.

But over the months/years that you two have been together Wilbur slowly started to isolate you.

The fear of losing you had finally just eaten him up.

So he trapped you in your home.

But for you, that's perfectly fine!

You didn't have to be scared or shy anymore.

And plus, anytime that you went out; you were in the safety of your lover.

This was a beautiful mess of a relationship to on looking eyes.

A power hungry man who was obsessive beyond all hell.

His lover was a weak man who could barely stand up for himself. Let alone have the courage to speak up.

This love was suffocating to the both of you.

But the time that you were able to breathe was when you were alone.

It was when Wilby had left for the day.

It was horrifying.

This toxic reliance caused you to develop a nasty case of anxiety.

Wilbur loved this fact.

He loved that you relied on him so much, that you developed this anxiety.

Because that meant he was the one you came to when you cried.

The feeling was intoxicating.

But don't worry!

Wilbur would still try and help you through your anxiety... just very slowly.

~

But this is how life is for you know.

Trapped inside your own house.

Depending on this man, that is your hero.

Depending on this man, that takes care of you.

Depending on this man, that holds you close every night.

Depending on this man, that goes through the hassle of taking care of you.

Depending on this man, that you proudly call your lover.

And he loves you back.

Congratulations reader.

You have tangled yourself up in this web of lies made from Wilbur.

You have tied yourself up with him, keeping him with you.

He won't allow you to leave.

And you won't allow him to leave.

You need him for your sanity.

And he needs you for his insanity.

~

In short: This would just make a beautifully disastrous relationship of dependency and insanity. It is something that can not be escaped. Good luck...

Word count: 555

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Thanks for reading! (Sorry if this is so Dark)

[beeindaclouds]

Wow I haven't requested in a hot minute.. Here's an idea:

Irl Wilbur soot reacting to reader having their Spotify status on and listening to Wilbur Soot by Byrson? (it's on Spotify, here's the link https://open.spotify.com/track/2gHjZ1iknjdKdd7O48WZF3?si=TFQW9o7lS8GH4QQCGBTopQ&utm_source=copy-link) and just being all flustered after listening to the song. Also, reader has a huge crush on him, but never tried telling him because they think he has enough love in his life?? Something like that.

Love you Azrael!

-🐏

🐏 ANON! HALLO!

If I have to be honest I didn't know this song existed until now and I'm sad that I didn't find it before because it's AMAZING and exactly the kind of vibe that I like

Hope you enjoy <3

Now playing "Wilbur Soot" by Bryson

Click here before requesting, please <3

He knew of the song

Obviously he knew, it was about him for gods sake

So why were you, the person he has been crushing on, the one he has convinced himself that didn't like him back, listening to it?

I mean, logically speaking, it obviously didn't need to mean anything. You could just like the song

But Wilbur wanted to forget the logical side of things... just this once

He wanted to grip onto that hope that maybe you did like him back and that you were listening to that song because they were mirrors of your thoughts

And that's exactly what you were doing

The emotions were getting to much

You wanted to just tell your british friend how you truely felt

But the fear of rejection kept on keeping you at bay, in your little room of pent up feelings that were waiting to slip out

So how did this obvious situation between you and the singer get solved?

You two were in the car one day, and you were playing the music

And since your Spotify was on shuffle a certain song about a certain Wilbur Soot started playing, making both you and the man beside you freeze and blush red

"Sooo... you seem to like the song, heh?"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you listening to it the other day"

"Oh..."

"..." "..."

"It kind of talks about my thoughts, I guess"

"Wha-"

The confession came out almost spontaneously

The wave of relief that went through you as you told him the truth was quickly interrupted by the stop of the car and the gaze of your crush on you

It took all the courage you had left to turn to look back at him, but your vision was cut short by a kiss

He had pulled you into a small short kiss that you reciprocated a bit late

Opening your eyes, having closed them to not make it seem weird, you were met with the sweet smile of the man you loved complimented with the pink on his cheeks

"I've waited months to do that"

[wrenqueenisboss]

versions of you - cc!gnf x gn!reader

tagging: @gray-moon2 @allywritesforfun @pixviepie @a-rradio @cloudswritingcorner @toodeepintofandoms @meimeihershey

George loved hearing your voice. he loved the way your laugh sounded in his headphones and he often thought about what it would sound like in person

you were a different person on stream than you were off camera. on stream you were bubbly and cheerful. always smiling.

but off camera you were genuine and thoughtful. your voice was softer, sweeter.

George loved versions of you, though. on and off stream. but what he never expected was to fall for you even more when he met you in person.…

part 2???