#dream smp x male reader

[patxhwrk]

greetings. could u write a little imagine thing for ethoslab? watcher!reader or dsmp!reader thanks! preferably male reader. take ur time if u do write it. stay hydrated.

my fuck this is such a good idea thank you anon for being so smart

anyways dsmp reader with angst sorry about that

completely forgot u asked for an imagine so have a whole fic instead. I might write a seperate imagine for this one too tho

-ˋˏ✄— Bubbling Memories

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Ethoslab x Male! DSMP! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

"You're more home to me than any house is."

.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.

CW!!

—Mentions of character death

—Implications of self-harm & attempt su*c*de

—Blood

—Derealization(?)

Every second spent in that lawless server—ironic, considering it had been laws that started wars—was spent in the echoes of left behind misery. There was never silence in that world. If you managed to stumble upon even a sliver of quaint and quiet, you would find that it would have been better to have the ear piercing noise.

Y/n was lucky enough to have been left with one life. The last thing he remembered from the old server was the sorrowful eyes of his friends waving goodbye as he left. The portal—it vaguely reminded him of a nether portal if it was pink—shrunk as Tubbo's and Ranboo's backs turned to leave.

He hugged the blue stained yellow sweater closer to himself as he turned towards the new server—his new server—as the habitants greeted him with warmed welcome arms.

He was half afraid of building something that took effort. But one reassuring conversation with Xisuma—the man somewhat resembled Dream. Why was his mask fucking green?—coaxed him into building one of the biggest and best things he had ever created in his life. Well, it was just an "improved" Logstedshire, but it was the thought that counts, right? Building it reminded him of the time he spent with his brothers—though one had been a ghost, it was fine. He even put a bell where he and Tommy would—!

His hands stopped swinging the bell.

Tommy was dead. His younger brother had visited Dream in the prison where he was left to die. And he left his brother because he was too much of a pussy to confront the same man who had tormented him until he had a knife barely glazing at the skin of his throat.

He shook his head, running his hands through the mop he called hair as the bell ringed a final time. It silenced before it stilled. And then Y/n left his base.

Voices rang in his ear—was it his?—as he scolded himself for building something that gave him so much horrible memories more than the good ones. Why can't be just be like Ghostbur? Forgetful of the sorrows and always looking at the sun even through dark clouds.

His arms found comfort in himself, wrapping around each other as his nails dug into the skin under the yellow sweater. Wilbur wouldn't mind if he stained it, right? Wilbur would reassure him that it was fine, he was fine, it was all fine. And then he'd take the sweater and wash it. Because Wilbur was a good big brother.

No, Wilbur's dead. His brother was long dead before Philza killed him. Ghostbur wasn't like Wilbur, either.

He walked aimlessly around the server. He would have reminded himself of Ranboo's enderwalking state if he was in his own head. He watched as he passed by builds, ignoring the calls of concerned friends—friends? He had friends now?—as his feet brought him further and further from the build that he longed to blow up. Longed to tear into shreds bare handed as the memories of a pain long buried but never forgotten bubbled back to his head. Longed to feel the blood coat his fingers as his fists crashed through the shards of glass that showed the reflections of himself—a man who was too much of a coward to save his little brother. Too much of a coward to stop his father from killing the brother he looked up to. Too much of a fucking coward to just shove the knife through his chest, in the same place the sword dyed the sweater blue.

He longed to let his hands, his arms, his whole body fucking hurt. The seating hot pain that followed, the ache, the numbness, before it disappeared and he'd wake up with one less life left.

A hand was placed on his wrists. Cold, it was so fucking cold, as it pulled his shaking hands away from the yellow—now red stained sleeves—sweater.

It jolted him awake. Whether it was the cold, the tug of his arms, the way his voice called to him, or his concerned eyes searching for something—just something—in Y/n's unfocused stare.

"Y/n, hey," Etho's voice was gentle. He was patient as he tried to bring Y/n's eyes to his own. "Hey, hey, I'm here."

"I—Etho?" Y/n's voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible to Etho if he hadn't been paying close attention to him. "What—?"

Etho's arms wrapped around his midsection, pressing him against himself as his hand raised to hold Y/n's head gently. "Thank void you're okay."

Hesitantly, Y/n wrapped his arms around Etho's neck. He hadn't realized his legs were shaking until his whole weight was leaned against him. But Etho didn't complain, he was strong enough to carry Y/n if he ever needed. And he did now.

Y/n sniffled. He didn't stop the tears flowing out of his eyes as he buried his head on Etho's shoulder. And Etho let him. He buried his head on his hair as Y/n's whole body shook.

Pressing a feather light kiss on the crown of his head, Etho whispered in the quiet forest. "It's okay, you can cry. But it is never your fault. None of it is."

Y/n's eyes searched the distance, and he realized just how far he walked when he spotted the world border a distance away. He sniffled and hiccuped as Etho gently and patiently combed through his hair.

He shook off his thoughts before it could remind him of a memory long past and buried himself further into Etho's clothes. It smelled like redstone, and the glowing red dust was enough to tell Y/n that he was working on a project before hand.

"Let's get you home, shall we?"

"No, not my place. Please don't bring me back there, not again."

Etho nodded. The pain in Y/n's voice stung his heart, and he knew he had to make him feel better. He kneeled down for a short second just to hook his arms under Y/n's knees and bring him up to carry him easier. Y/n's head still nested on his shoulder as he took off to the direction of his own base.

"My place, then."

"You don't have a proper base yet, Etho." Etho felt the upwards tug of his lips. His eyes glanced down to Y/n's whose reddened eyes watched the path they took.

"Hey, it's a home to me and it'll be a home to you!" He laughed to lighten the mood. Y/n's quiet chuckles followed after him and he smiled down at him.

"Thank you, Etho."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

Y/n could take down improved Logstedshire when he felt better. Then, he wouldn't have to do it bare handed. Or alone, he reminded himself, as his eyes found dual coloured eyes.

Right now, he was just content to be with Etho.

—PATCHWRK !

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Hello there!

So I saw your posts and I absolutely fell in love with your blog and I wanted to request something

Like feral boys with a reader who has low self-esteem (they/them please!) and they think they are not good enough for them and one night they wake up from a nightmare of them leaving the reader and just kind of have a breakdown?

Not me calling myself out-🥴✌️

Hope you have a nice day or night where ever on the world you may be 🧍

And feel free to ignore this if you feel uncomfortable with writing this or sumn-

I have no idea how old this ask is, and I'm terribly sorry it took me this long to get to your ask. Hopefully, I've done this ask justice, and despite it being so late I hope you still enjoy it! :]

Pairing: Feral Boys (Individual) X Reader

Pronouns: No specifics used but Gender Neutral intended

[A/n]: Requests are open :]

Dream:

→He wakes up shortly after you startle awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sits up to comfort you. His focus is on getting you to calm down enough to talk to him so he can help you through whatever it was that was upsetting you.

→He’ll hold you close and run his hand over your back, rubbing circles into the expanse of skin as he helps you focus on deep breaths. His other arm wrapped securely around you, holding you as close to him as he can manage.

→“It’s alright Love, just focus on deep breaths right now.” His hand rubs slowly over your back, the tips of his fingers leaving a tingling sensation across your skin. You didn’t deserve this, you weren’t good enough for his comfort or any of his love. That seemed to be the only thing your brain could focus on, quickly losing track of your deep breaths. 

→“You’re ok Love, I’m right here with you. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, you’re safe now Bubs.” It was his voice to drag you back to reality, to what had startled you so badly in the first place.

→Dream always knew of your insecurities, it was something he had picked up on in the early stages of the relationship, but it never occurred to him that it was this severe. 

→When you had finally calmed down enough to explain what had brought you to tears, it nearly broke Dream’s heart. Because not only had you been feeling so unworthy in the relationship, but you had been bottling it up this whole time and he had no idea.

→“There’s no one I love more than you, in fact, no one even comes close. I asked you to be my partner because you’re the one I love. The one who I want to wake up beside every morning, who I want to spend forever with. There’s only one of you and I’m so lucky to have you.”

George:

→When you startle yourself awake, you also startle George awake. As soon as he sees you beginning to cry from whatever woke you, he’s reaching out for you. One hand holds yours while the other reaches for your face, his thumb slowly wiping tears as his hand cradles your face.

→He whispers softly as he does his best to comfort you, letting you slowly lean into him as he focuses on you. His hand holding yours runs his fingers slowly over your knuckles, tracing shapes into the back of your palms. 

→“Hey you’re ok Babe, I’m right here. Just take deep breaths ok?” His eyes dance over your figure, watching for any nonverbal confirmation that you understood him. George was always so good to you, he deserved someone better, someone who wasn’t you. A taunting voice echoes in the back of your mind, sending you even deeper into the mess of tears you had become. 

→“Deep breaths Sweetness, you’re ok now.” His voice was like a life ring in the ocean of tears and insecurity you had been drowning in. The soothing sound pulling you slowly back to land.

→Being insecure was something you and George had shared in the beginning of the relationship. When things were fairly new and you were both still figuring out how things worked. 

→It wasn’t until you were able to speak and expressed how your insecurity had only grown over the time that George finally understood what had you so upset. 

→“If it meant telling you one hundred times a day how much I loved you to get you to understand even a fraction of how deeply I feel, I’d do it. I love you like no other and will always be here because there’s nothing that will make me want to walk away. You’re the only one I want, the only one I need.”

Karl:

→Karl wakes up to find you already sniffling, having cried to your heart's content and drowned your sorrows in tears. It breaks his heart a little that you hadn’t woken him for comfort or that he hadn’t woken sooner. 

→He immediately pulls you in for a hug, burying his face into your shoulder as he holds you close. His hug reassuring and comforting as he wraps his arms around you, pouring every ounce of love he holds into it.

→“You don’t have to tell me why you were crying, it’s ok. Next time, wake me up so I can help you, I don’t want you to be sad alone.” Curse Karl and his big heart, how could someone so sweet and loving fall for you? Like a snake up a tree, the thoughts slowly begin to creep back into your mind, overtaking any previous thought you had there previously. It’s almost enough to start the waterworks again as you bury yourself deeper into Karl’s hold.

→“It’s alright Sugar, let it all out. Crying shouldn’t be held back, just let all your tears go.” Karl was always one to encourage you to cry, his shoulders always available for whenever you ended them.

→Your insecurities were something Karl had been very aware of since you two had met, even in day-to-day life your thoughts shone through in ways he picked up on. 

→When you’ve stopped crying for good and explained to him how these kinds of thoughts had been bothering you and the dream you had, he listens to every word and makes mental note of it all. He’s determined to shower you in as much love and patience as you need to help squash these thoughts for good.

→“I’ll always be here for you, whatever you need, whenever you need it. We’ll work through this together and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that my love is stronger than those dumb thoughts. I want nothing more than for you to feel happy and loved every second we’re together.”

Sapnap:

→Chances are that when you awake from the terrors of the dream, that he’s already awake. Even if it isn’t that often he has streamed in the early morning hours before and if it happened to be on the night you had the nightmare then he’ll likely be settling into bed right as you awake.

→Immediately his attention is on you, he begins to fuss over you, even more, when your eyes well up with tears. He’s pulling you into his chest as he runs his fingers over your scalp, his other hand resting gently against your side as he holds you close. 

→“You’re alright Babe, I’ve got you now My Love.” To think this man loved you, of all the people begging for even a second of his time, and he chose you. You were a nobody compared to him, what kind of selfish person were you to keep him to yourself? Like moth to a flame, the thoughts that had invaded your dream began to once again find their way into the forefront of your thoughts. 

→“Hey, hey you’re alright Babe, I’ve got ya.” Not the best with words, it’s Sapnap’s actions that help ground you, reminding you of when and where you were.

→Sapnap knew you struggled with insecurities in the relationship, and while he did his best to combat them, he could only help when you told him you were feeling that way.

→Hearing that your insecurities had gotten so bad that you couldn’t even have peaceful dreams sent searing pain through Sapnap’s chest. How could he not have noticed? In that moment, he vowed to love you so thoroughly that you’d never for a second doubt a thing.

→“You mean the world to me, I love every little thing about you. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that you wake up every day and go to bed every night knowing that you’re the only one for me, that there’s no one else I love as much as you, and that I only want you, for the rest of time.”

Quackity:

→He wakes a few seconds before you, having been awoken by your tossing and turning in your sleep. Catching the moment you suddenly awake and being there to comfort and reassure you before you start crying.

→By the time your tears begin to fall, he’s already got you in his arms, cradled gently to his chest as his head rests on yours. His hands rub up and down your side, soothing you and helping you to calm down in a quiet manner. 

→“It’s ok hon, you’re safe now. I'm here for you my dear.” Quackity, always the caring partner to you. He was always there for you, always having to deal with your problems and insecurities. You were such a burden to him, weren’t you? Like a deep, dark ooze, the insecure-bred thoughts slowly crept back into your mind, filling up and taking over any rational thought.

→“Cry it all out hon, we can talk about it when you’re feeling better ok?” Quackity was there for you every second he could be, he never wanted you to feel like he was too busy for you.

→Your insecurities were something Quackity had been fighting since you first brought them to his attention. He was always loving and doting on you and making compromises to accommodate how you felt.

→Hearing that they had only gotten worse and were invading your dreams was upsetting. He felt like he could’ve done better and that he should’ve done better. 

→“I promise you will never spend another day doubting my love for you, or how I only need you. I will make sure that every moment I am given with you, I will spend loving you and showing you how worthy you are of all my love.”

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❥ 15 yo

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[n0l4nfiction]

Hello! I genuinely want to know who I would be matched with, if it's alright...

Appearance: hispanic, 4'11, brown eyes, light auburn hair ( originally dark brown, but every year or two I decide to try something new ). I own glasses, but do not wear them all the time ( even though I have to as my eyes are sensitive to the light and can make me have migraines and/or nauseous ).

Personality: awkward ( even after getting to know someone ), reserved ( unless i really need to say something or if im at a breaking point, patient, sarcastic, sentimental, curious, easily gets embarrassed, not a very good liar, honest / blunt, also not very observant, a scary-cat about 80% of the time, loves to make A LOT references, and stubborn. I've also been told a lot that I'm scary when I'm angry...

hobbies: reading ( Mangas, Novels, Fanfictions, etc ), watching anime, documentaries, tv shows, movies, and/or videos, listening to music ( of all kinds of genre and languages ), and yoga.

love language: act of service, quality time, and giving gifts. Honestly, I think I would've also been into physical touch, but I, sadly, went through something terrible that physical touch is still a no from me ( the exception of a couple of people and only them ).

Other random stuff: I work at a dog daycare/inn. I'm very bad at playing video games, but I'm willing to play and/or try if the person really wants me to play. I do, however, love board and card games. Oldest of four. I LOVE fashion, so I'm always changing styles and willing to try something new. I'm VERY afraid of driving a car, but get very excited when it comes to a motorcycle ( weird, I know ). Hate bugs. And I think that's it. I'm very sorry for this being too long...

Thank you and have a good day.

back at it againnnnn!!! heyo!! i ship u with karl!!

he is very understanding, he won’t touch you if you don’t wanna be touched, but if you do, he’s all for it

he also loves it when he gets to see you in a new style regularly, i can see him just itching to give you some suggestions as to what you should try XD

will forever be your board game and card game playing buddy 🫶🫶 may or may not get you to play video games once or twice

you guys just binge watch series’s, movies, cartoons, etc!! never gets old!!

loves to have lil surprises for you (little gifts around the house, breakfast in bed, surprise dates, etc)

he also fucking loves your honesty xD and lowkey thinks it’s hot when your mad

[im-notbean]

Headcannons of; Quackity x Greek! Male! Reader

On god bro. I just really want somebody who speaks Greek on the QSMP. So in orderto cure this fantasy of mine I have now created this, sorry if you dont like the fact that Y/N is greek but I had to do it. Sooner or later okay-

⚠︎ Warning ⚠︎

Swearing

Some cultural things you might not understand

Might not be accurate to the cannon QSMP

This post has both Q!Quackity and CC!Quackity

Grammar mistakes

Characters might be a bit off to you

Mentions of Homophobia

Author kinda pools info about greek food-

If anything bothers you from above please, don't read!

CC!Quackity

・Your accent>>>>>>

・I'm sorry but he just loves it, especially when you pronounce certain words.

・Like saying yogurt and bread shit like that you know?

・If you say Alex in greek he gets scared- (Άλεξ [Álex] might not be accurate lol)

・Praise. Him. In. Greek.

・He get's so mad if you don't, goes full on Mexican on your ass-

・Quackity definitely respects your boundaries, so he'd ok with you not wanting to be public about your guy's relationship

・Especially with Twitter and shit (I refuse to call Twitter "X")

・Makes the funniest jokes and yall know those corny ass pick up lines

・Like "I wish you were my Xbox, cause I wanna play you all~~ night ♡"

・He definitely does those daily

・He can't cook for shit, so you have banned him from the kitchen

・It's always akward explaning that to your parents...

・Quackity loves it when you cook for him

・Especially Greek deserts (I'm just gonna fanboy over greek food for a hot minutes)

・Like tiramisu or like those almond cookies

・OR FUCKING BAKLAVA

・OR EVEN LOUKOUMADES

・Incase you don't know what I'm fanboying over, Tiramisu is an Italian dish so I'm not gonna go over it in much detail

・Basically a layered desert with espresso innit

・Baklava is one of the MOST iconic Greek deserts, it's layered with phyllo pastery, melted butter, and nuts!

・The most common are pistachios and walnuts by the way and theirs a layer of cinnamon-orange syrup pored over it once it is baked!

・Loukoumades are the Greek version of fried dough, their normally topped with honey, cinnamon, and walnuts.

・Anyway...

・He loves then sm

・If yall decide to make your relationship public, he wants you to decide how to do it.

・I personally believe you take over his stream one day as his "Special Guest"

・A cooking stream because y'know- it's iconic

・Your baking a classic greek disk.

・Gyro (Pronouced Yee-ro by the way)

・Basically Gyro is a dish that is a mix of lamb and beef (sometimes chicken too) that is made to fill pita bread.

・The sauce that is paired with is called tzatziki (it's really fucking good.) it normally has tomatos and onions and paied with greek fries.

・So your cooking the meat and stuff and Quackity just comes up behind you and you turn around right cause you know he's their

・So quickly, you bend down and kiss him.

・A little smooch before you kick him out th kitchen-

Q!Quackity

・You guys met on the train to the island.

・He tried talking to you but he seriously could not understand you, it wasas if you were speaking another language.

・When the government had paired people up, you didn't get a partner :(

・You also didn't really want an egg either, but you didn't mind babysitting them!

・Phil is so greatful for this-

・Quackity had heard about your egg sitting and decided to leave Tillin (I think i butchered this ngl) in your care

・Tillin loved you, she also liked the fact that she could understand you and offered as a translator.

・When Quackity came back he was surprised to see his own child translating what you were saying

・Once the new members joined you were assined partners with Tubbo (I am not sure if the new members have assigned parners ngl so...also are we getting new members today?)

・(Not even joking- ANYWAY LMAO)

・So y'know how Tubbo can get info out of Curchuro (prob butchered that again lol)

・You can do it also, sence your the only person on the server who can speak greek and not English he thinks the info he tells you is safe.

・You get Tillin to translate to Tubbo about what Curchuro tells you >:D

・Quackity learns about this and then he realized what the fuck is happening

・The he realized one day, you were gone.

・Along with the eggs.

・He never realized how much he liked you until you left...

・Quackity tried looking for you and the eggs

・But he never got far

・Tubbo also tried to help look for you, to no avail

・Not gonna lie, you and Phil got locked in a cage togther 😂

[skeleton-bees]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY QUACKITY I HOPE HE HAS THE BEST DAY EVER (also out there gettin old/j) OKAY ANYWAY WE KNOW THE DRILL PICTURES

quackity pictures to make everyone smile on this special day

[kingsleywrites]

If I'm Taking Care Of Your Ass Then I Sure As Hell Ain't Doing It Sober.

Revivebur x Las Navadas!Male Reader (Romantic)

Fluff, slight suggestive stuff, no smut

Prompt: Reveivebur comes to Las Navadas hurt, he's already here so why not take pity on the poor man and help him out, not without a couple of drinks first though.

CW/TW: Drinking, mentions of blood, mentions of stitching, smoking, cursing

M/N is also a bartender for Quackity

M/N is used (meaning male name)

S/C is used (meaning skin color)

M/N was sitting in his living room, bored out of his goddamn mind. Normally when he was this bored, he'd break into his liquor cabinet, open a bottle of some kind of liquor or cheap wine, and drink till he was shit faced. And he would, unless he wanted to go to work with the worst hangover known to man. You see, Quackity was oh so kind enough to stick M/N on one of the earlier shifts (early being 12) which didn't sit well with the man who stays up till 3 am and sleeps till 3 pm to go to his more normal shifts at 5 pm.

So he was stuck, he could go for a walk, but that would mean he had to leave his house. He could read a book except that it wasn't good enough. Living in Las Navadas was great, he had a great boss and a nice house and a good paying job but that doesn't mean that the slowly growing city had more to do than gamble and drink, which was fun until it got repetitive.

M/N was on the verge of entering the existential crisis talk until a knock came from his door. Which was definitely new. It probably wouldn't be Quackity, that man just spams your communicator with calls and messages till you reply, and Slime had no reason to be at your house at this hour. So who the hell was bothering your mental turmoil? M/N reluctantly got up to answer the door.

"Okay who are you and why the hell- " M/N looked up at the man standing at his doorstep.

"Wilbur fucking Soot." M/N said through his teeth, he crossed his arms and leaned against his door frame.

"In the flesh, literally considering I'm revived, courtesy of Dream may I add." Wilbur had an shit eating grin on his face as he stared at the male in front of him.

M/N did a small face laugh, "Why the hell are you here?" his demeanor quickly changed back to serious.

"What? Can I not come back and see an old friend?"

"You have to be friends in the first place to do that Wilbur, now tell me what you want or I'll just leave you here."

Wilbur straightened his posture and M/N finally noticed that he was holding his arm. His eye traveled down to his hand, where he saw blood start to drip.

M/N quickly grabbed Wilbur's hand, his eyes widening at the sight of the dripping blood. "Asshole, you're gonna get blood on my front porch!" M/N pulled Wilbur inside, closing the door.

"My, my, M/N if you wanted to hold my hand you should've just asked I would've said yes." Wilbur smirked while M/N rolled his eyes.

"Go sit on the couch and don't get blood anywhere, if you do I'll behead you." M/N let go of his hand and walked into his bathroom to find a first aid kit.

After he grabbed one he set it on the coffee table before walking over to his liquor cabinet.

Wilbur laughed lightly as he watched the male rummage through the various bottles, who turned around with an annoyed glare on his face.

"What are laughing about smart ass?"

"Does Quackity not pay you enough to afford proper rubbing alcohol?"

"No, he pays me plenty." The male grabbed a glass and filled it with a couple cubes of ice. "This is for me."

M/N slowly sipped the liquor as he walked back to the couch, sitting next to Wilbur.

"Take off your jacket so I can see what you did." M/N set the cup down and opened the first aid kid while Wilbur took off his jack and folded it neatly behind him.

M/N looked at his arm, slowly pulling the torn fabric away from the wound. "It doesn't look terrible, maybe a few stitches, but you'll live. Now take off your shirt."

"Don't you think you should ask me out first? It's a little rude to ask me to undress seeing as we haven't spoken in so long." That same smirk dawned Wilbur's face.

"Not like that idiot! I meant it as in, let me see the wound better."

Wilbur chuckled to himself, seemingly pleased with getting a rise out of him and removed his shirt placing it on top of his jacket.

M/N grabbed a few rubbing alcohol pads and started slowly cleaning the wound on Wilbur's arm, taking a "small sip" from the glass on the coffee table. After a few times of getting up to throw away blooded gaze pads and rubbing alcohol pads and filling up his glass on the way, he decided to grab the whole bottle of liquor, as well as a bottle of wine and two glasses. M/N filled up the two glasses handing one to Wilbur.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of being granted the pleasure of drinking with you?"

"Stop speaking so poshly, I get it you're fancy, now shut up while I finish wrapping your arm."

Wilbur backed off the male but kept a smile on his face as he watched him wrap his arm in bandages.

When he was done, M/N snipped off the extra and put it back in the first aid kit. He quickly downed the rest of his wine and went to put the first aid kit away.

When he got back, his body was facing forward and his head was tilted upwards toward the ceiling. "I hate you." M/N mumbled.

"How come? All I did was ask for your help, which you could've denied, might I add." Wilbur's tone was somewhat mocking and he put an arm around M/N, playing with the hair on his head.

"I told myself I wasn't going to drink tonight and look where I'm at."

"Well, it's not like I told you to drink."

"If I'm taking care of your ass I'm sure as hell not doing it sober." M/N turned his head to look at the male beside him, he brought a hand up to his face and began to trace down his jawline, stopping at the corner of his lips. M/N slowly climbed over to Wilbur's lap, neither of them breaking eye contact. Wilbur's arms rested at M/N's waist while M/N's other hand rested in Wilbur's crest feeling the soft skin on his fingertips.

M/N leaned in closer to Wilbur, lips slightly parted as they each waited for the other to make a move.

"You do realize the consequences that this can have if you go through with this." Wilbur's voice was barely above a whisper.

"And what's 'this'" M/N giggled as one of his hands slowly moved to the base of Wilbur's hair, lightly playing with the strands.

"I don't think Quackity will like it very much if you kiss his enemy."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

The two got even closer, lips brushing against each other.

"You willing to make that bet?" Wilbur's lips curled into a small smile.

"I'll bet everything I got, pretty boy."

Wilbur laughed lightly before pulling M/N in by his waist, kissing his lips. M/N's hands further tangled themselves in Wilbur's hair while Wilbur's hands were untucking M/N's neat dress shirt, almost desperate to feel his S/C skin.

The two broke apart for air, breathing heavily for a moment before Wilbur began kissing down his jaw and neck.

"God I hate you so much." M/N said, half out of breath

Wilbur hummed on his skin, lightly nipping at it before answering the male.

"If you hate me so much then tell me to stop and I will." Wil looked at M/N, still leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, none of them deep enough to create a hickey though, Wilbur was smarter than that.

M/N let out an airy chuckle, pulling at Wilbur's hair. "No, you're too hot to stop."

Wilbur kissed his cheek, looking M/N in the eyes. "And You're too drunk for me to continue."

M/N groaned, tilting head back. "Why must you do this to me?"

Wilbur chuckled, "Maybe another time darling."

M/N got off his lap, stumbling before regaining his balance, but he was still swaying back and forth.

Wilbur went to grab his jumper before M/N put a hand on Wilbur's cheek making him look back at him.

"Please don't leave." He looked at him with pleading eyes that not even Wilbur could say no to.

"Alright, I'll stay." He stood up and gave M/N a quick kiss before picking him up bridal style and then walked down the hall, M/N's arm was stretched out to one of the doors and Wilbur assumed it was his room.

Once Wilbur sat him down on the bed, M/N quickly began to take off the uncomfortable suspenders and dress shirt before laying down and making grabby hands at Wilbur, who laid next to him.

After a few minutes of cuddling, M/N spoke up.

"I hate you so much." He said holding on tighter to Wilbur and burying his face in his chest.

"I love you too darling."

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Another one in the bags. I got this idea from reading another story on Wattpad, it's called MidNight Walks by mannequins_inafeild, despite only having two chapters I really liked it so I would consider checking it out!

Also who knew writing kissing scenes was so hard? I literally took a break to work on another story (the one that came out before this one actually) because I didn't know where to go or how to do it. I hope it wasn't too awkward. I don't know how many more scenes I'm gonna do like that in the future but give me some feedback, I'd like to hear your thoughts!

Word Count: 1557

[2braincellslz]

dating cc!foolish and cc!sapnap headcanons? separately, not like a poly relationship

Foolish! My beloved. Even though I know like nothing about him lmao.

Cc!Foolish dating HCs

Foolish x GN!reader

Himboooooooo

He's a sweet boy though.

A single kiss on the cheek or forehead or anywhere and he stops whatever he is doing and asks for more.

He loooooves pet names. Give pet names and being called pet names. He loves pet names.

If you call him by his real name or god forbid his full name, hes instantly like "did I do something wrong? What happened?"

Manz has no clue on how to plan a date. You have to plan them all.

He makes up with his shittoy date planning skills with amazing gift giving skills.

His love language is gift giving, words of affirmation, and physical affection.

He brings in random animals all the time. He once brought in a raccoon. You had to sweep it out.

His favorite dates are gaming dates. He likes to run off and build you something and then drag to to see it.

I love him.

Cc!Sapnap dating hcs

Sapnap x gn!reader

He calls you darlin. Sorry not sorry.

He likes to cuddle. When you guys do cuddle he liked to send you tik toks even though you guys are on top of eachother.

He likes to cary you around. You are his royalty.

He also like to feed you. He will silently press a M&M to your lips and wait.

He dose not have a single romantic bone in his body. But we love him. Hes doing great.

He loves dates but like Foolish, he has no idea how to plan one. Hes tried but they are usually just watching movies.

He also loves PDA. Hes a lovely baby.

He'll come running to you like. "BABE!" And show you a video of people petting otter paws.

You two just reference things back and fourth to eachother.

He seems like the kind of guy to like Sam O'nella. He especially likes to references "is that fucking fish jenga!?"

No I will not explain that.

He likes scaring you around the house. Hes always running up behind you and yelling.

He loves pranking with you. George and Dream are never safe.

Has probably gotten sick and instead of telling you like a normal person he goes "babe.... I fuw up..."

Idk man, I'm trying.

[joviepog]

HEYYYYY HOW R UU???????

I have a request 4 a fic or some hcs (whatevers easier!!) with a wilbur x male reader. Reader is trans and wilbur helps them to heal and stuff after top surgery?

Again, if it's too much, that's fine! Remember to drink water, and do something that makes you happy!

Bye bye! 👋 😊

Comforting Tunes

Warning: Cuddling (idk if that would be a warning), crying, pain

Pronouns: He / they

Requests: @corner-of-void

Tag list: no one

Anything else: I dont know much about surgery pains and stuff so its a little bad. If there is anything wrong with this story just let me know! (I got no sleep as usual so please excuse any mistakes.)

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“Here, darling i got it.” Wilbur said quickly, stopping you from getting the door handle. He put his hand on the door handle and opened the door for you. You let put a sigh as you walked in. It was nice to be home again, the smell of hospitals was not a fun smell. You were tired, very tired, and wilbur knew this. He helped you out in anything he could.

But time passed as the pain only got worse, you grunted any time a new shot of pain coursed through your body. You started to tear up at some points. ‘It’s worth it.’ You kept reminding yourself.

Wilbur was off making hot chocolate as you sat on the bed, ice packs on your chest as you sat there. Once you got home, wilbur lied you down on the bed and got you the ice packs. He also turned on your favorite movie and he gave you some of your favorite snacks. He was bustling around everywhere, trying to make sure you were alright. It was comforting.

But as he was making the hot chocolate you moved slightly and the shot of pain coursed through your body once again. This time it felt 10 times worse. You started to cry. But the more you cried the more it hurt. Suddenly wilbur walked in, on the phone with who you assumed was your parents. “Yeah he is feeling better. He’s just-“ he paused as he saw your state. He looked at you and worry washed over his face.

“Hold on let me call you right back.” He hung up the phone and set everything down. He came up to you and hugged you, trying not to hurt you. “It hurts wil.” You said softly, trying to speak through tears. “I know, i know.” He said in your ear, with a comforting voice. He laid down next to you on the bed and gestured for you to come close to him.

You moved slowly, trying not to cause yourself more pain. But soon, you were in his arms. He was humming a small tune as you cried softly. His breathing was slow and his humming was more comforting than he could ever imagine. You both sat there for the rest of the night, your hot chocolate long forgotten.

I hope this was okay! I’m sorry its so short too! I’m also sorry that it took so long for me to answer!

[mysticalsoot]

halloween costumes & anxiety

part 1 of 'glances of love'

➸ note; I bit the bullet. alright so context, glances of love is a fic series based off my chaos dr which is basically just a streamer dr hybrid. some details, like the dynamic between reader and Wil, readers behaviors and anxieties, experiences like this fic, are all pieces of my dr. so if it's unconventional, I'm sorry but it's my Dr, my blog, my writing. i choose to share this bc I want to and I want other people to enjoy my work. anyways! on with the reading (please don't throw stones at me, my bones are like brittle glass)

➸ pairing; male!reader x cc!wilbur, he/him

➸ summary; reader avoids going to wilbur's shows for one reason--the fans. he has no qualms against them, they just scare him. he decides to go for the second Halloween gig, dressing up as a humanized tardis as wilbur is the tenth doctor. everything goes smoothly until it's time to meet fans. Wilbur then comforts reader yay!

➸ warning; uses of babyboy including other nicknames, one use of daddy but in a sfw/jokingly sweet context! maybe swearing? mean depiction of some Lovejoy fans-- sorry! wilbur dresses up as the tenth doctor.. nerdy and dorky shit. reader has much panic and anxiety, some hints of an anxiety attack mixed with an autistic shut down (haha me-- /lh)

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 3.2k

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you love wilbur, that was something you were sure of and wholeheartedly so. you supported him, mostly from the safety of your shared home. making posts online basically being his biggest cheerleader, helping him calm down from panics or spirals, smiling and cheering whenever he shows you something knew. you love him. you support him. you adore him.

but his fanbase scares you. it's nothing against them, really. maybe it's the daunting size and intensity of the group of people. maybe it's the negativity that manages to be at the forefront of your mind. whatever it is, they scare you.

you haven't been to one of Lovejoy's shows in ages, and you really hadn't planned on it. you still sort of don't yet Wil's been talking about the next big gig; the Halloween show in Brighton. he wants you to be there, wherever comfortable of course, all dressed up in a matching costume, cheering him on and right there so he can kiss you the second he steps off stage, utilizing that adrenaline to his advantage. he wants you by his side through everything, and while he'd never push you to something you don't want to do, he can't help but be a little pushy about it. he isn't mean or harmful, he just mentions it more. he talks and he talks about it, bouncing and stimming in joy at the mentions of it and the plans he has for it and how cool it's going to be. he wants you there so bad, and it's painfully clear.

"so, what do you think, baby?" he asks as he spins around in front of the TV, showing off his costume in all its glory. you made a joke a few months prior that he reminded you of David Tennant's doctor who, and he took it and ran with it. he's clad in his old converse, some of his funky socks, a pair of brown patterned pants. he tucks in the white shirt a bit more, adjusting the tie before putting the trench coat on. he smiles widely, hands in his pockets just like Ten.

you smile and nod, clapping softly, "you look lovely, darling!" you try your best to sound as excited as possible, giggling when you see him try to stick his hair upwards, but it flops down over his forehead and he sticks his lip out in a pout. "don't think your hair is made for that, bub."

you shake your head with a smile as he shrugs, striding over to you and plopping down beside you on the couch, tossing his legs up on the coffee table in front of you. he tugs you into his lap, "c'mere," and you oblige with a giggle, settling between his thighs comfortably, your legs around his waist as you rest your hands half on his chest half on his shoulders. he holds you by your lower back and hips, hands flat out on your body.

"why don't you come, just this once?" he speaks barely above a whisper as he pushes a bit of hair out of your face, a kiss placed on your opposite cheek.

you think for a moment, you need to go sometime. being on the sidelines won't cut it for much longer, and going means more time with him, less time spent alone. but that also means being near a lot of people, or being in a crowd. or meeting fans--

"yeah, why not?" you smile softly, part of you immediately regretting your words but holding up to your word anyhow.

the following week is spent in preparation, costumes, after show plans, travel, rehearsal, set list writing-- most things Wil handles alone. alot of time spent tucked away in the office in the flat, or on the phone or in the studio. but you both manage time to spend together, and to work on your costume. you both decided on a simple costume, a flowy shirt, a leather jacket, some boots and a tardis key around your neck.

a simple omage to the doctor's forever partner, the tardis. you both thought it was sweet, a nice way to say "forever?" in a rather dorky and cute way.

the day of the show snuck up on you both much quicker than expected, Wil was scrambling to leave early and you were trying to calm your nerves the moment you woke. of course you'd be home on your own for a bit, until you went to the venue a couple hours before it started. you'd help out in whatever way you could and then help wil with makeup if he decided he wanted to add some, just for a special touch.

"if you need anything from me, don't hesitate to call okay? or text. I'm right here, baby. I'll make sure you're okay." he smiles, kissing your forehead as he goes through his mental bullet points of what to remind you on.

• I'm here

• you're safe

• text me

• call me

• I love you

• goodbye/see you soon

the way he had this little pre-venue routine was sweet, and it helped calm your nerves even for a bit. it brought you peace of mind and helped settle that fire that always lit in your stomach in moments of anxiety.

he was like a natural anxiety remedy, and you loved every second of it.

"I know, I know. I'll tell you if anything's wrong. now, go have fun at soundcheck. i love you, bee," you lean up to try and reach his lips to kiss, yet you don't quite reach that height. he leans down and closes the gap for you, your lips moving in sync with one another as you sigh into the feeling. it's nice, it's warm and it buzzes your skin. he pulls back, smiling before biting his lip. he brushes some hair out of your face as he admires you.

"I love you so so much, thank you for coming tonight.." he peppers kisses all over your face, holding your head in his hand as you giggle, holding his arms gently.

you giggle, smiling sweetly as he kisses all over your face and then he kisses your nose and stops, pulling back to smile down at you.

"I love you soo much more!" you giggle, kissing one more time as you both bid one another a sweet 'see you later'. you drop down onto the couch the moment the door clicks shut. you take in a deep, shakey breath, spending the next few hours wondering and pondering on how you expect to handle being at the show.

a few hours pass and you're on the walk to the venue, it isn't far from Wil's apartment building so you manage a swift 10-minute walk, wilbur's acoustic guitar slung on your back. you managed to avoid the crowds lining up and queuing for the show, slipping into the venue through the backdoor, sighing in relief once the door was shut and locked behind you. you hurried over to the green room, holding the guitar strap on your chest and putting the guitar down in the corner. Wil walks in a moment later, hurrying up behind you and wrapping his long arms around you. he rests his chin on your shoulder and you sigh happily. turning in his grasp, you shove yourself into his chest and keep close.

"I'm glad to see you, honeybaby.." he moves to rest his chin on your head, his hand on the back of it, scratching at your scalp with his fingertips and he presses kisses onto your hair.

"'m glad too.." you mumble against his chest, hands grasping at his back, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt.

"how was your walk, baby?" he picks you up by your waist, placing you gently onto his lap after he finds his spot on the couch. you rest your hands on the bottom hem of his shirt. his fingers and thumbs rub at your thighs, trying to soothe you.

"good, I got to come in through the back," you shrug, leaning yourself down to press against his chest. you nestle your body between his thighs as you gently whine in content. he presses a hand against your back, as his other grazes your cheek gently.

"mm, good, baby," he smiles, kissing your nose. you both stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's limbs. legs tangled, arms around one another, fingers fidgeting with each other's. your head is nestled on his shoulder and his head on top of yours. it's sweet and it's warm, and your anxiety slips away with every breath of his you hear. every tingle of your skin at his touch.

"I have to go soon, hun," he whispers against the shell of your ear, placing a kiss there as he rubs your upper arm. you whine at him, hiding your face in his chest, head tucked under his chin. he giggles at you, kisses placed on your hair before he gently pulls you back.

"I have a show to play, baby boy," he smirks, kissing your forehead. he's so.. sweet, you think, kind and gentle and you love his touch and affection.

"how much longer?" you hold a gentle pout on your lips, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"mm.." he pauses in thought, not actually thinking but pretending to, only to make you laugh, "five minutes? is that good for you, baby?"

you nod, resting back on his chest as you rest your legs on either side of his thighs, cuddling close to him and letting your eyes rest. wilbur draws shapes on your back with his finger tips. his other hand plays with your hair, twirling strands around his fingers before letting go and massaging your scalp. you let out soft, contented sighs with every touch, simply taking in every feeling and savoring it.

the five minutes pass and he's putting you back to stand, hugging you and kissing you as you help hype him up. he runs on stage and you head into the crowd. you thought it might help your anxiety, to be around everyone. you easily slip into the crowd, finding a spot off to the side and clapping and screaming with the crowd.

you blend in easily, getting drawn into the music and enjoying it just as anyone else. you eye wilbur lovingly, watching him bounce around and perform in his costume. he looks so silly to you, adorable and lovely. you smile so widely and he glances over to you every once and a while, a smile and a wink thrown in your direction.

the show moves along smoothly, he talks in between songs when he's tuning his guitar. he's careful not to point you out, but he talks about you. gushing over his boyfriend, how sweet you are and how you're the reason he has a costume this year. he smiles so wide, and his eyes sparkle. he really loves you.

once the show ends, they go out to the back, and you slip back through the backstage door. the crowd finds their way out to the back, ready to meet the guys and your heart starts to pound at the idea. you fully plan on going out with Wil, wanting to be beside him despite your fears. surely it'll be fine? no one will bother you and all in all, he'll be there so you'll be okay.

he meets you in the hall outside of the green room, picking you up by your waist and spinning you around before kissing all over your face. you giggle, humming and grabbing at his shirt.

"hi, baby-" he coos, pulling back and resting his forehead on yours.

"hi, wilbee.." you let your words fade, sighing and shutting your eyes. he rubs your cheeks with his thumbs as he looks down into your eyes.

"ready, lovey?" he smiles, pulling back and dipping his head to meet your eyes.

you nod and he puts out his hand for you. you wrap your hand around his finger, not bothering with holding his whole hand as he leads you outside through the backdoor. you keep your hold on him, hiding in his side or behind him. you're sure to hold onto him, so you don't lose him somewhere in the crowd. there isn't a barricade outside like there sometimes is, so fans crowd around and cluster up in his (and your) personal space. you stay quiet about it, keeping your fast breathing and spinning mind under wraps. wilbur tells a few people to back up just a bit, for safetys sake as he speaks with a few fans. he lets you keep that hold on him, only letting go when he takes photos.

your mind wanders until a few voices catch you. they're simple whispers, ones that surround you and come from behind you. you don't turn around to see the source of the voices but you hear what they say as clear as day.

"does he really have to bring his boyfriend everywhere?"

"we're here to see Lovejoy, not wilbur's lost puppy."

they laugh together, and wilbur doesn't even hear, and you don't bother to speak up either. you try your best to zone out, to pull those voices out of your mind and crush them, but they seem to consume you.

"everyone knows he's probably just a gold digger. someone like him can only be a gold digger."

"wilbur's too old for him anyways. we all know wil would be happier with someone older."

you lean your head on wilbur's side, whining softly as your brain spins and drowns in fear and anxiety. he doesn't stop his conversation for a bit, not until you grab onto his shirt and tug it slightly. your head is tilted back and your eyes are sad as they look up at him.

he pulls you aside gently, crouching just barely so your eyes are at the same level. he holds your face, kissing your lips once before pulling back to smile at you.

"what's wrong, baby? do you need to leave?" he asks in a gentle tone, you shake your head gently. you know you aren't convincing but if you can be just enough, maybe he'll go back out again. maybe you won't ruin the night.

"no, no, I'm okay. just tired. um.. let's go back? i don't want anyone to be upset." you hold a soft, yet fake, smile on your lips. wilbur frowns, not believing your facade for a second but taking it knowing how stubborn you are. you grab onto his belt loop this time, following him back over into the crowd of fans.

he continues going about interactions, signing things and talking amongst everyone, he takes photos and he hugs people.

you tune yourself out of what he's busy with, not wanting to be bothersome. but as always, you regret that decision.

more people start talking about you.

it's driving you crazy.

"such a pitiful guy, his boyfriend protecting him- Jesus, wilbur deserves someone better."

tears start to prick at your eyes due to the words thrown at you. you bite your lip and let go of wils jeans, walking away and wiping tears from your cheeks with your sleeve.

you hear more comments, most are seemingly happy about your absence and you don't get a cool breath until you're back inside the venue. you decide packing up would be your best bet, putting away what wilbur brought. his laptop and charger, a book and guitar picks. you pack everything you can, letting sobs rip through your chest as tears pour down your cheeks. you're a mess and you feel it. you aren't even sure if wilbur had noticed your absence but you sort of hope he didn't. you didn't want to steal him from everyone anyways.

a few minutes pass of frantic packing and burning tears before footsteps are heard. wilbur opens the door to the green room gently, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. he's silent, not a word needs to be spoken for you to know how okay it is. you let it out, crying into his chest as sobs ripple out and you grasp at his shirt. he rubs your back with one hand while the other pets your hair. he kisses the top of your head, shushing you sweetly.

"shh.. shh, baby it's okay. I'm here? okay, I'm here." he mumbles between kisses to your head. his fingers rub and press on your back to help ground you. eventually you're able to catch your breath, voice still shakey but at least you aren't crying. the tears have been shed and all that's left is a broken voice and stains of sorrow on your cheeks.

he holds your face, rubbing away the tear stains with his thumbs. you sigh, holding his wrists with your hands, rubbing the inside with your thumbs.

"what happened?" he asks again and you want to brush it off, but instead you spill. you tell him of all the horrible things you've seen and heard, how you feel like the only one that experiences it. you ask why you're so hated, and he doesn't have the answer. he can only see the beauty in you, he sees no reason for one to hate you or even dislike you one bit. he nods and sighs, kissing your forehead before pulling you into his lap and placing soft kisses to your neck and jaw.

"you're okay now, baby. I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you. i promise, none of those things are true and I promise I love you, and I love you for who you are." he smiles, watching your eyes sparkle with an admiration at his words. you feel the sobs build up in your throat and you want to cry again, to sob hysterically just by hearing such sweet words.

"i mean how can someone be a gold digger if they insist on helping pay bills on an apartment they're not even on the lease for?" he chuckles, kissing your forehead as you find giggles escaping you instead at his silly words. it's true, if anything you're farther from a gold digger than anything, "they don't know you, hun, so don't let them get to you."

he kisses your forehead one more time, before pulling back and letting you tuck into his lap for a few minutes rest. he lets you lay there, rubbing your back until he has to pick you up. he does so, and you both begin to pack the van up, ready to go home as soon as possible.

he stops you by the back door, holding your hand and looking down at you, "home, my tardis?"

"home, doctor," you smile up at him and he kisses you once, twice, three times before hurrying you both to the van. he helps you in first, buckling you in before he slides in next to you.

"what was that for?" you inquire gently, his hand reaching out to you, insisting you wrap your hand around his finger and you do so, but keep your gaze on him in order to keep his attention.

"I wanted to show extra care, that's all."

you nod softly in agreement, resting your head against his shoulder as he sighs.

"g'night, baby," he kisses your temple with a sweet smile.

"goodnight, daddy.." you smile to yourself as sleep takes over and you finally feel a blanket of peace over you.

it wasn't the best experience, but at least you had wilbur along the way.

taglist; @lcvejoy @lillylvjy @ella-fella-bo-bella @lotusanonymouse @ughtreyparker @whos-nicooo @zebonos

© 2023 mysticalsoot

[star-1111]

So imagine this

Quackity x reader but this mf (male pronouns and presentation)is 7'1

They have been bestfriends their whole lives and reader stoppes growing until 21

Theyre both streamers but nobody knows how tall is reader exactly (mf just went "im tall...but i wont say how much" *leaves having to duck down a lot to fit through a door* /hj)

Theyre just the true angry short x calm tall

(Also he might be tall but is so shy and quiet around people he follows quackity around and tries to hide behind him)

(Reader is a tall loser basically /j)

Hi! Sorry for the wait!

~

quackity x tall!male!reader

~ warnings: slight language ~

okay okay

first things first, when the two of you met he was def like "im not gay im not gay im not gay"

but well here we are

(in this story big q is a bi icon muahaha)

he thinks you're so goddamn handsome

will literally stare at you for hours

no matter your hair length, he will play with your hair

OMG YK HOW SUPPOSEDLY YOUR BEAUTY MARKS/MOLES ARE WHERE YOUR PAST LOVER KISSED YOU??

HE'LL KISS YOUR MOLES/BEAUTY MARKS IF THEIR ON YOUR FACE/NECK/COLLARBONE/ETC

okay here's where he gets 10% more fruity

lets say your on ft, and you're joking about each others heights

you say "stfu you're literally the size of a grain of sand"

he gets (jokingly) mad and goes "STFU" and tries to insult your height, but then goes "wait wait how tall exactly are you???"

you chuckle and stand up, showing him and man

boy oh boy

he's a flustered mess

stuttering blushing giddily smiling all of it

he thinks its so goddamned cute when you get shy and try behind him

it makes him feel tall LMAO

no matter your height he will beg to be the big spoon during cuddles

he just likes the feeling of holding and protecting you <3

[sunflowerdaisybee]

Could you possibly do a Male God!Reader with 2-4 sets of wings (To show a sign of power, kind of like some goddesses with extra limbs to show power) with C!Quackity where they both just preen each others wings and have a nice fluffy day indoors if you feel comfortable with it and/or have time? Have a lovely day by the way ^^

This was really cute and fun to write (even though i rewrote it like five times lol), i hope you like it! :]

Pairing: Quackity X Reader

Pronouns: none used/gender neutral

[A/n]: Requests are open! :]

“Would you quit moving so much? You’re gonna make me mess up.” Quackity chuckled as you continued to bounce with light laughter. He had made a rather stupid joke, in all honesty, but it made you laugh, now struggling to hold still while holding it in.

“(Y/n), it wasn’t even that funny, I mean, c’mon,” he started to slowly dissolve into laughter as well, his soft chuckles melding with yours. His hands dropped from your middle, left wing as he instead placed them on his legs trying to calm himself down as his wings fluttered behind him. What he hadn’t accounted for was your wings also fluttering with your laughter, something made all the more dangerous by your number of wings.

His sudden shriek and the soft thunk against one of your wings was what finally snapped you out of your laughter. Apparently, you had gotten yourself so worked up that one of your wings had accidentally thunked your boyfriend in the head. Knocking him over and startling him out of his own laughter.

“Oh shit, Quackity, love, I’m so sorry. You ok?” Quackity seemed to lay there for a moment, not fully comprehending what just happened.

“Did I just get slapped by your wing?” A brief snort escaped you as you helped him back into a sitting position, nodding your head as he looked at you bewildered.

“I’m sorry love, your joke had me laughing so hard that I just sorta lost control.” Quackity only stared at you for a moment before tackling you, pinning your larger frame below his.

“First you don’t sit still, and then you slap me with your wing! You’re in for it now.” His hands, smaller in comparison to yours, made quick work of finding your sides and attacking, nimble fingers dancing over your ribs and tickling you. A howl of laughter escaped from your mouth as you attempted to move his hands away, he was determined though, fueled by your earlier actions. 

Your hands did little against his, weakened by your current state. Your wings, on the other hand, proved to be a big help. With you laughing uncontrollably, they were fluttering like wild beneath you, the six creating quite a racket as they knocked into everything. 

“Quackity, I- pfft, wait- just,” he was relentless in his attack, not allowing you to speak out full sentences. It wasn’t until he was, again, hit accidentally by your wing that he stopped, allowing you a moment to collect yourself.

“You seriously hit me again?”

“It wasn't, it wasn’t on purpose!” You stuttered over your words as you thought about the action, trying not to laugh at your clearly displeased boyfriend.

“Yeah ok.” Quackity playfully rolled his eyes at you, smiling as you scoffed back, just as playfully.

“Your wings do the same thing when you laugh, they just aren’t big enough to hit me.” 

“You're lying.”

“Oh yeah?” Your voice held a challenging tone, one that Quackity should’ve taken as a sign to run. Just as quickly as he had tackled you, had you flipped the situation on him, pinning him below you.

“Just watch,” and just as he did previously, you began to tickle him, chuckling as he squirmed and laughed uncontrollably. And just as you said, his wings did the same thing, flapping relentlessly against the floor below him.

“See, my little ducky, I was right.” Your hands raised, stopping the attack on the poor man as he used the chance to catch his breath.

“I’m not little.”

“Nah don’t say that, my sweet little man, my tiny beloved.” What started as preening, turned tickle fight, had now turned into teasing. At this rate, no wings would be finished today.

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[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine gift exchanging with the Dreamteam

These streams were so funny I loved the parts when Sapnap kept pulling his gun out lmao

[n0l4nfiction]

For your ship post!

Hiya! My name is Eve! I'm on the short side (4'11 to be exact lol), with brown hair and eyes. I love drawing, dogs, watching anime, listening to music, and Sanrio characters. I am also a barista and a dancer. I love pastels and dress pretty feminine. Most of the time, I just wear a huge hoodie and leggings and just call it a day, lol.

I hope this isn't confusing at all!

i ship you with dream!!

dream really gets along with your fellow barista co-workers, that’s how he met ya actually, he saw a cutie at a coffee shop and hit ‘em up xD

he also lovesss watching you dance and dance around the kitchen with you, he likes to swing ya around like old timey dances xD

he also loves to give you his hoodies, or he’ll just end up hiding them in the depths of your closet until you find them xD

also lowkey wants you to draw him, please do it, he’s desperate ;w;

he also makes fun of you for your small height, but he thinks it’s like the hottest thing ever lmfao

[lunaetiicsaystuff]

YOU DISTRACT ME

nsfw!

george x male!reader ( was tempted to just write 'reader with a dick).

also! this was a request, hope you like it @simonverses

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

cw: porn lol, anal sex, blowjob, fingering, kind of dry humping, slightly dumbification, praise kink, overstimulation, edging, kind of switch!george, brat!george, brat tamer!reader, dom!reader, pet names, dirty talk .

GEORGE loved to stare at you. You were just pretty to look at. He felt like he was in a sort of trance every time he laid his eyes on your figure laying on his bed while playing on your phone.

You had no pants on, leaving you with your dark blue boxers and his white shirt on, and he couldn't help but stare. You were by no means distracted by his gaze, too occupied with your game to even notice the brown eyes of your boyfriend that were filled with lust.

George however, just watched as you huffed and grunted lowly whenever something happened, and before he knew it, his dick was hard and his screen flashed with the usual 'You died!'. Quickly, he logged off and got out of the chair, walking towards his bed and crawling on top of you, slowly massaging your shoulders and back.

You groaned, pleased with the feeling of George's hands massaging your body and turned off your phone, enjoying George's soft kisses that he started to shower your neck with.

"God you're so tense, all because of that stupid game." George mumbled and you chuckled, rolling your eyes. "Are you really saying this to me? You?" You teased and he shrugged his shoulders, a teasing grin on his face. "Maybe."

You huffed a laugh before groaning as his hands went further down your back and to your ass, slowly massaging each cheek, making you smirk lazily. "Oh, you're horny pretty boy?" You mumbled with your eyes closed. He chuckled, still squeezing your cheeks in his hands "Maybe," He said, biting your upper shoulder softly before he started to trail his mouth lower, kissing every inch of your skin.

You smiled, enjoying the attention until you felt your boxer slowly being pulled down. "Do you want to get punished so badly, pretty boy?" You said, swallowing dry as you felt George's fingers moving closer to your hole. "Shhh." He only whispered in your ear, but you weren't having it.

With a fast movement, you turned around, your hands going to George hips as if it was their designated place. You squeezed his hips as if it was your birth right to have such a pretty and good boyfriend straddling you, just waiting for one word from you to do something, anything.

You raised your eyebrows, looking at him with a small smirk as you slowly started to move his waist against yours, enjoying the feeling of his already hard dick against yours. He closed his eyes, moving his hands to take off his shirt before he looked back at you, placing his hands on your chest.

"Why are you so bold today, pretty? Mhm?" You whispered, raising one hand to grip the back of his neck and moving his face closer to yours. He rolled his eyes, but his pace increased as he grinded his hips against yours without stopping. "Why are you so curious baby? Can't I want to fuck my pretty boyfriend for once?" He mocked, raising an eyebrow at you and making you chuckle.

"God pretty, you don't even understand how much fun I'm gonna have with you if you don't stop being such a bratty baby." You teased, moving your hand around his neck and squeezing slightly. His breath inched, and you could already see his ears turning red from blushing.

"Aw are you blushing, pretty? Am I making you flustered?" You mumbled, using your other hand to squeeze his cock over his boxer, chuckling when you saw a small wet spot on them. "My baby is so horny he can't even control himself, right pretty? You're just so horny that you forgot that I don't like brats. " You said, almost in a patronising tone.

He squeezed his eyes shut, not making a sound as you slowly started to trail your hand up and down his covered dick, going to a place so slow that George considered impossible to reach. A whine left his mouth the moment you squeezed his head, from which he was sure was already leaking pre-cum.

"Look at you, I barely touched you and you're ready to come. You're so fucking needy, pretty." You said, watching with amusement when George whined again, his eyes glossed over with lust as they stared right into yours.

"Come on pretty, get on your knees so I can show you what happens when you want to be a brat." He merely nodded, slowly moving down until his mouth hovered your clothed dick. With a shaky hand, George pulled down your boxer, and licked his lips when he saw your dick.

He wrapped his hands around your dick, slowly moving up and down while you threw your head back, enjoying the sensations his warm hands around his dick sent through your body. You placed your hand over his cheek, caressing his face as he looked up at you and you gave him a small smile that he sent back.

With that, you started to grin, moving your hand towards his mouth, that he immediately opened, and almost shoved your thumb in his mouth while he squeezed your dick tighter. He swirled his tongue around your thumb, closing his eyes as he started to move his hips against the mattress.

"I believe you're ready Georgie, don't you think?" You teased, pushing your thumb down his tongue, making him open his mouth before you used your other hand to put your dick in front of George's mouth. He opened his eyes for a second, just to look at you before he closed them again and took all of your length in his mouth. You breathed out a shaky moan, enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth around your cock as he started to move his head up and down while his hand went towards your balls, massaging them. You started to raise your hips, slightly thrusting inside George's mouth and you moved your fingers through his brown hair, occasionally tugging them.

"You're doing such a good job baby. Taking me- Ahh! in your mouth so well…" You said, biting your lip. In response, George twirled his tongue around the head, getting a taste of pre-cum that made him want to moan out your name. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you tugged George's hair, effectively moving his face away from your cocka and making him look at you with an almost annoyed expression on his face.

"Come on, I want your ass, pretty. " You ordered, playfully tugging his hair again. George nodded, wasting no time to get out of his pants and boxers while looking directly at you. "How do you want it baby? Ass up face down?" You asked, sitting up just to kiss him slowly and passionately before you pulled away, biting his lower lip. "Yeah." George just mumbled, feeling himself get incredibly hard at your words alone as he started to turn around.

You chuckled, shaking your head and placing your hands on his back, pushing him on the mattress. "Where are your manners, pretty? When you want something…you ask please." You mumbled into his ear, grinning when you heard his breath inch in his throat as you placed your hand on his asscheeks, slowly making your way towards his hole. You first used one finger, just to tease him a little.

"Come on Georgie, say please." You teased, inserting one finger in his hole and, without wasting a second, you started to move the finger inside of him. Slowly pulling it out before slamming it inside of him again. "Please…" He whispered, eyes closed and fists clenching the bed sheets under him. "Please what? Come on, use your words, pretty." You mocked, adding another finger inside of him as he gasped, eyes flying open. "Please fuck me." He whispered, a red tint spreading all over his cheeks that made you smile cheekily. Lowering yourself, you quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"See? You're such a good boy when you use your manners." You teased, getting a small scoff from him that made you chuckle. "Love you baby." You whispered before pulling away, completely removing your fingers from his ass. "Wh-What! Hey!" George mumbled, gasping as he suddenly felt the cold. You laughed, opening a drawer of his desk to take the lube and a condom, smirking slightly at George's offended face. "What? You wanted to be fucked baby, that's what you're gonna get." You said, wasting no time to sit on the bed and pouring some lube on your hand before using the other to put on the condom.

You started to finger George again, leaning down to leave small kisses, love bites and hickeys on his neck and back. He groaned, pushing his raised hips against your hand, wanting more friction. "Patience, pretty. I'll make you cum so hard on my cock alone that you will beg me to stop." You said, leaving a kiss on his shoulder as he shuddered under you, a small moan leaving his rosy and slightly bigger lips, due to all the times he bit them in the last hour. Another four minutes and three fingers, you deemed him as ready to take you. You used your free hand to jerk you off quickly, your erection quickly coming back as you got ready to fuck your pretty boyfriend.

"Ready?" You asked, taking your fingers off of him and replacing them with your dick, not even waiting for George to answer you. You slammed yourself inside of him, squeezing your eyes shut as your hips involuntarily jerked forward at the feeling of George's warmth around you. George however, let out one of the rare loud moans he ever made, biting the bed sheets at the familiar pain of being stretched by you. Even if it wasn't even close to being the first time you guys had sex, George still felt a little sting whenever you penetrated him, even after one year of relationship. "God you're so fucking tight, pretty. Always squeezing me so good." You said, moaning.

George felt his dick twitch under him at the praise, and let out a small sound to make you understand that he wanted you to move. "You want more?" You mumbled, smiling as George immediately nodded his head. With his consent, you started to move your hips. Slowly at first, and then pulled almost all the way out before slamming yourself inside of him again. "Fuck baby, you feels so good." You praised, moaning as he squeezed you even more. You kept your rhythm, not slowing down or picking up speed, wanting to first make George reach his own release before yours hit you completely.

You felt him move under you, and you slowed down, frowning as you thought the moan he just let out was a sign that he was enjoying it. "Everything good baby?" You said, your thrust coming to a stop. He nodded, but there was a bit of discomfort on his face. "What is it, Georgie? Was I going too hard?" You asked, worried you might have hurt him. He immediately shook his head, blushing red, but still refusing to meet your eyes. " I want to see you." He mumbled, readjusting a little.

You cooed, but slowly removed yourself from him and turned him around. "Wanted to be a pillow princess?" You teased, raising his legs to put them over your shoulders as George breathed out shakily, his eyes roaming from your face, to your chest and then to your hips. When you noticed it, you wasted no time to slam yourself back inside of his hole, grinning to yourself as he let out a moan and his pretty brown eyes widened, hands quickly gripping your body as if you were the only one thing to keep him sane.

"Aw, so much better right?" You teased, grinning as your skin slapped against his, as his legs circled your head, tugging you closer, as if he wanted… "More!". He breathed out, eyes shining with unleashed tears and lust as they met yours (E/C).

And you gave him more, while showering him with praises as his cock twitched against his stomach before he came untouched. But you didn't stop there, no, you kept your promise, still fucking him until he started to blab nonsense, until all he could think of was you while you drove yourself crazy, edging yourself until George started to beg you to cum, his hands reaching your shoulders to yank you towards him.

He slammed his lips against yours, his tongue making its way inside your mouth before he pulled away, leaving you breathless as he kept kissing your jaw and neck, until you felt his warm breath against your ear as he breathed out a single word, a word that you followed as if he ordered you. "Come."

Throwing your head back, your hips met his with less force as the force of the orgasm made you almost shake. George gave you a breathy chuckle when you lowered your whole body upon his, placing various kisses on his neck before you rested your head there. "Fuck baby, you were amazing. " You mumbled, closing your eyes briefly as George only smiled, raising his hand to play with your hair that was stuck on your forehead due to the sweat that covered both of your bodies.

[justvincentorvinny]

Going for a flight (SBI x male reader)

You're part raven, having wings bigger than Philza

You decide that today seem like an amazing day to fly so that's what you do. In style of course. You walk to a high cliff and you open your majestic wings. You are very proud of them and take care of them every single chance you have. You step off the cliff and off soaring you went! The feeling of the wind hitting the feathers felt amazing as you flew.

But as you were flying, you didn't notice a blonde and he didn't notice you either as you both crashed into each other. Both of you started to fall a few feet before you were able to stop yourself. As for the blonde, it took him a second to also stop falling.

You both landed on the ground safely. "I'm sorry for crashing into you." You said as you were shaking your head and wings. "It's alright mate, I also wasn't paying attention." He said and introduced himself as Philza Minecraft. There was an awkward silence before you decide to head off. "Sorry again Mr. Minecraft, hope to see you around." You were about to leave but a yell startled you and 3 other people came out.

The tallest having pink hair and a crown, the middle one having curly hair and a guitar strap on his torso and a red beanie, and the loud blonde with a white shirt and a sack with something in it. They crowded around Philza asking if he was ok and you took that as your cue to leave. As you left, you heard someone calling out to you but decided to ignore it. You head back to your house to see if your wings suffered after the crash. Luckily, you just lost a few feathers but also got them dirty. You decided to preen them a bit but eventually went to your friend Eret for help.