#dsmp reader insert

[uunoia]

Aphrodisiacs

Part of my Technoblade x Reader WIP

Word: ~1600

Phil handed the both of you hot, steaming cups of tea. “I hope you both like it, I brewed this especially for the both of you.” You quirked a brow at the old man as he folded his arms in his robe, finding his choice of words odd. Mentally shrugging it off, you blew on your cup before giving it a careful sip. It was deliciously sweet with a hint of a floral sense to It and In all honesty you had to give Phil credit where credit is due. 

“Oh wow. This tea is amazing, Phil.”

Techno took a sip as well, the dainty china looking smaller In his larger sized hand. An amusing sight from your perspective.

“Yeah, It's alright I suppose.” Techno relaxed into the chair, his ankle resting on his knee as he leaned back in his seat, Techno and you both took another sip.

“What did you put in it?” You innocently asked, taking another sip.

Phil smiled, “It's a special brew. I added some of those sweet berries and rose flower petals-”

Technos eyes widened, he stopped drinking all together and he went for a full on spit take. Spraying you completely in the warm brew. Your face, hair, and your shirt doused completely with tea.

Techno coughed violently, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at the small china cup. “Phil.” His voice was dangerously calm, but the look in his eyes screamed nothing but the utmost betrayal. As If his dear old friend had dramatically driven a knife in his back in a moment of weakness. “You've doomed me, Phil. You did not just serve us-”

“Oh, lighten up mate,” Phil waved him off casually, “You both have been way too tense lately. So, I just added a little something extra. Thought you two could use it.”

You settled your cup down and dried your eyes with the bottom of your shirt, one look at Techno and you could see his cheeks were dusted pink. He bolted upright, his chair scraping against the floor as he approached the window. He opened the window and dumped the rest of the brew from his cup like it had personally offended him, making Phil sifle a chuckle at the sight.

You, still dripping of tea, adjusted your wet shirt as it clung uncomfortably to your skin, dawning realization of what Phil had just admitted.

“…Did you just—” You blinked at him. “Did you just drug us?!”

“What? Nah. It’s just herbs.” Philza rolled his eyes as he waved off, completely unbothered. “Back in the day, we used to drink it all the time. It’s good for blood flow, stamina, y’know?”

Techno choked again, fists clenching at his sides. “PHIL! THAT MAKES IT WORSE!”

“Not that kind of stamina—”

“That’s literally what it’s used for!”

Phil shrugged. “Can also be used for energy, focus, a bit of warmth—”

Techno shook his head furiously, his entire face heating up. You had never ever seen Techno this flustered, or affected by something In all the time you had known him.

He’s been through war, escaped an execution attempt and took actual betrayal better than Phil’s aphrodisiac brew.

“No. No…We’re out. We’re gone. We leave.” He picked you up off the chair by your elbow, your chair scraping against the spruce floor, making you stand.

“Hey!-” You gasped at the suddenness. He turned on his heel, already storming toward the door, your arm in his hand.

“Phil- You’ve doomed me. You've doomed me, Phil-” Phil could all but chuckle at the sight before him like the agent of chaos he painted himself to be.

“Techno, where are we going?!” You stumbled slightly before matching his pace to the door.

“You and I are drinking milk.” He dragged you out of the house, leading you into the basement. It was with such urgency It was as though you needed to be exorcised of the tea's effects.

Phil called out, “And help her get cleaned up!” Techno only grumbled in response as you both left the front door and went to the basement.

Phil chuckled, sipping on his regular tea. “...So dramatic. The both of you.”

The basement was cool and quiet, a stark contrast to the absolute chaos that had just unfolded in the cabin above. You were still drenched in tea, your drenched shirt making you shiver in the cold. Droplets dripped from your hair, trailing down your face and neck.

Techno was already rummaging through one of the storage chests, muttering something under his breath about “old man meddling where he shouldn’t.” His cheeks were still pink, the tips of his ears twitching slightly, and you knew—you knew—he was dying inside.

Techno grabbed a bottle of milk from the chest, drinking some of the cool and sweet cure-all before turning and handing the rest to you. 

He turned back around and rummaged through the chests. You stood awkwardly near the ladder before you drank the rest of the milk bottle. 

It didn't exactly feel like you were under the influence of any status effects. You felt normal, other than the slight chills you got from getting soaked your body felt entirely the same before and after the tea. It felt completely the same after the milk too, which, you didn't know if that was a good or bad thing.

"So... Do you have a towel, or am I supposed to just stand here and marinate?"

Techno turned around, holding a white shirt (probably his, judging by the size), and tossed it at you without a word. The fabric smacked you in the face.

You peeled it off with a deadpan expression. "Thanks. That really helped."

He huffed, crossing his arms. "You're welcome."

You shook your head, sighing. “I can’t believe Phil…”

“I can.” Techno muttered, grabbing a clean rag from another chest and handing it to you. “Man’s been alive for centuries, he was bound to get bored eventually.”

You took the rag from his hand and started dabbing at your face, before Techno took the rag back, gently dabbing and drying your face himself. Thinking you probably wouldn't do as good a job without some help. You muttered a small thank you to which he gruffly hummed in response. He was actually surprisingly careful, his hand held your cheek while the other held the towel, gliding it over your face and neck. 

You mentally shook your head, remembering the tea. You grimaced as the brew stuck to your skin. "God, this stuff is so sticky. It’s like he brewed honey in it."

Techno let go of your face, hanging the rag on one of the ladder steps. "You should probably change before it stains."

You paused, looking down at your soaked shirt. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d leave so I could do that.”

He didn’t move.

“…Techno.”

He blinked. “What?”

You gestured vaguely. "Privacy?"

He stared at you for a long moment, then let out an exaggerated sigh, “Alright…” distancing himself from you and leaning against the stone wall, "I'll turn around."

"You could also leave, y'know."

"Nope," He said flatly, spinning on his heel so his back was to you. "Not taking my chances. Knowing Phil, that tea might have some kind of delayed effect or some weird potion nonsense. You pass out or start hallucinating, not my problem.” He rambled, feeling anxious and fidgety about the situation overall.

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "So dramatic…”

He scoffed. “Says the one who almost swan dove into a lava lake if it weren't for me.”

“Okay, first of all—”

“Change.”

You rolled your eyes, but ultimately gave up. You turned your back to him and pulled the damp shirt over your head, shivering slightly as the cool air hit your skin. The only thing covering your top half being your bra. You felt around blindly for the dry shirt he had thrown at you earlier.

Of course, because today sucked, you dropped it.

A beat of silence.

“…You good?”

You clenched your jaw. “No.”

You reached down to grab the shirt, forgetting that you were currently half-dressed. You barely had time to react before Techno glanced over his shoulder.

And then immediately regretted his life choices.

“Oh God—” He whipped his head around so fast you thought he’d snap his own neck. He practically slammed his hand over his mouth, his face burning a violent red. He really didn't mean to, he wasn't stupid. He assumed you were done putting on the shirt, how long does it really take to change a shirt?

You snatched the dry shirt off the floor and yanked it on as fast as humanly possible. “WHY DID YOU LOOK?!”

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO!”

“WHY DID YOU LOOK?!”

“I PANICKED!”

A painfully awkward silence settled between the both of you.

Techno cleared his throat, still refusing to turn around. His face was completely red, he wanted to say anything, quip even! The embarrassment was choking him as much, maybe even more than you. “…You done?”

“…Yeah.”

He exhaled sharply, finally relaxing his shoulders. “Cool. Great. Fantastic.” He turned back around, face still a little too pink. 

You rubbed your temples. “Let’s never talk about this.”

“Agreed.”

Another beat.

Tommy’s voice could be heard from upstairs, followed by the front door opening and slamming shut. Followed by a muffled, “PHIL!!” Followed by the sound of something breaking.

You and Techno both groaned in unison.

“Alright- That's enough mortifying embarrassment for one day” Techno then turned towards the double spruce door leading outside, opening one of the doors, the chill of the snowy outside nipping at your skin.

“Where are you going?”

“The tactical retreat—” He closed the spruce door behind him.

[mellohisan]

you think dsmp sheepduo ever accidentally lock horns while making out

[wrenthewriterishere]

Dark!Vampire!SBI

Cross posted.

TW: manipulation, stalking, death (past), vampire turning (forced and willing), possessiveness, not quite kidnapping?? (forcing someone to stay against their will), depression and anger mentions, dependency and slight dysfunctionality, unhealthy relationships, dark material

It's Techno who finds you, and it's Techno who loses you.

He was Phil's first fledgling, long since turned - but he'd been hesitant about the whole thing, the few centuries ago the question came up

Who wanted to live forever? That sounded terrifying, to him. Why would he want that? There-there was just so much that could go wrong; what if he regretted it?

Eventually, he was turned, and now he's settled with the idea

Wilbur joined their small coven, then Tommy; then those outside their little family circle, their inner group of sire and prized fledglings

It was Techno who found you, all those years ago

Young, naive, tough; you were strong and brave, brash though reserved, with a fire that lit you from the inside out, like a candle with an everlasting flame

You two grew close, over time, human and vampire. It spurred into something that even Wil and Tommy hadn't been for him, not quite

His instincts purred at the very thought of you, murmurs of nestmate-mine and declaration of lovelovelove beating in his mind like his once-there heartbeat

Of course, you were introduced to Phil, and his brothers, and other important members of the coven, but you were Techno's

Like him, when proposed eternity, you were tentative and fearful

You wanted time to think about it. Techno said yes, of course; why wouldn't he? He had the rest of time, you had decades and decades spanning ahead of you, before he needed to seriously worry

At least, that's what they'd all thought

Then you'd gotten sick, so sick

No longer used to human illness, and with your downplaying the initial symptoms, it had been written off as something that would go away

That's what they'd all thought

It's what Techno had thought

The diagnosis of your terminal illness was like a slap to the face, lavender ash to his chest, a stake to the heart

It was the crushing weight of failure, of knowing he'd failed to protect you, to keep you safe, like he'd promised

Phil had insisted on your moving into the main house, their house, and you accepted

Tommy was always at your side, Wilbur always watching, ever attentive

Techno worked and worked, he went far and wide to find a solution. Phil pressed the prospect of vampirism, growing more and more stressed-upset the more you turned him down

It wore at them all.

Wilbur ended up calling Techno back, with news of your being bedridden and so, so frail.

He was there in an instant, swearing that he hadn't died until that day, when he held your shaking-pale-too cold hands in his own, weakness and tremors plaguing you. Exhaustion clearly weighed on you, eyes fluttering with every rattling breath, every labored-forced inhale you took.

The soft-sad-guilt smile you donned was his grave, his headstone, and the omen of what was to come.

You died, that night, and Techno's last shred of humanity was taken with it.

It wasn't for another decade and a half that he found you.

Tommy'd been guarded like none other. Wilbur had grown paranoid, switching between distant and dependent like the unpredictable rapids of a reef. Phil had become cold and firm, a ruling, unforgiving hand on the necks of human and vampirekind alike.

Techno grew distant and overprotective and angry.

Phil would be away for weeks at a time, in the temple of his Lady, fasting and sacrificing and pleading for something, anything from her.

Yet it was Techno who was whispered to.

It was him who was graced with a second chance, a redeeming life.

He found you, young and alive again, and found his breath returned.

Techno knew he'd have to prove himself again, and so he watched, and so he waited. He had eternity, though this time, so did you. He'd make sure of it, this time.

Nothing would keep him from his nestmate. Not anymore, not everagain.

He learned your routine, your schedule, your habits; your favorites and your icks. He waited, and he learned. Time was his ally, his reward.

And he reaped his reward.

He got you.

He got you.

You believed him, when he said you reminded him, you were his youngest, previously-passed brother. You believed him, and you kept coming back, you kept agreeing to meet him. You trusted him, and he took it with pride.

When he was sure it was enough, that you weren't afraid (or at least not tooafraid), he reintroduced you to the coven.

Tommy was ecstatic, clingy, hovering and buzzing with love-happy-homehome-nestmate

Wilbur was soft and tearful, gentle and just so awed as he brushed his hands over your face, your hair, arms--taking in as much of you as he could

Phil was quiet and firm, strong as he wrapped you in arms that would never let you go again, waning-warbling call of safe-fledgling-stay-mine rumbling in his throat

And yes, maybe you would ask to leave, later - to "go home," when you were home, home was right in front of you, it was here, it was them -

Yes, maybe you'd beg and cry and fearthem -

But you were home.

You were safe.

When the time came (and it did, whether or not you sobbed and pleaded and screamed--), you would choose Techno to turn you.

(It was a betrayal, of course it was, but even still--you knew him best. You knew him first, loved him first, trusted him most. You would hate him for it, possibly, but...you'd rather it be him.

(At the very least, they respected thatabout you.)

He was honored, and he was over the moon when your instincts had tentative-embarrassed sire calls whimpered at him

Techno wouldn't worry too much about your shame, your anxiety around them, now, and yourself. He had time to deal with it, to correct it, to fix it.

He had eternity, finally. They all did.

Eternity with you.

[ardenchambres]

Opening the floodgates that are oneshot fic requests. Because I have found myself absolutely awful at writing once again, give me a prompt and a fandom/characters to use! Stuff like “Astrid whump w/ Hiccup caretaker when she had scourge of Odin” or something like that. Fandoms in tags… somewhere

[l0cked0uttt]

How They Would React To Seeing Your Top-Surgery Scars

Characters: Tommyinit (Platonic), Tubbo (Platonic), Wilbur (geared towards romantic), Dream (geared towards romantic), Technoblade (Platonic or Romantic)

Fluff

A/N: For whatever reason my mind has only been giving me angst ideas like I like angst but I need some fluff 💀🤚

Y/N will be used (Meaning your name)

CW: swearing

This can be for anyone who has gotten top surgery and needs comfort about their scars (your beautiful no matter what <;3)

Tommy:

When he first sees your scars it doesn't really register in his mind that they are your top surgery scars

He just thinks that they are just scars that you've gotten in one of the countless battles

He definitely thinks they're super cool and asks you a bunch of questions about them.

"Hey Y/N- Woah! Where did you get those scars! These are cool as fuck!"

He would try and start guessing where you got them.

"Did you get them while in the nether? Was there a Piglin that tried to fight you and then they cut you with their tusks? Oh! Did you duel with Dream? or Techno? Did you kick their asses?"

You'd probably have to calm him down and explain to him that you didn't get into a fight and you just got them from top surgery

He would be very understanding of your situation, though he would apologize for jumping to conclusions.

He immediately wants to know if you have other scars and what the stories behind them are.

If you have more and decide to show them to him, he would listen very intently to the stories, and he finds the battles that you've been through (even if they aren't that big) very interesting.

If you have no other scars or you don't want to show him your other scars he is perfectly okay with that, even offering to show you his scars to make you feel better, telling you how he got each of them in a way that makes it interesting to listen too.

"And this one I got from when me and Tubbo were sparring, he felt so bad that he was apologizing for what felt like hours!"

If he ever felt that you were uncomfortable about the topic he would ask if you wanted to change it to make you feel more comfortable.

Overall he just wants to make you feel happy by saying "Hey, it's normal to have scars, and yours are just as valid as any others."

Tubbo:

When he first saw your scars he was really concerned and started panicking asking you a whole bunch of questions

"Y/N, do you wanna- Oh my god! Are you okay? Where did you get these from? Did someone hurt you? You can tell me but I swear if it was Sapnap or something me and Tommy will literally kick his ass!"

After calming him down and explaining to him that no one hurt you and these scars are from your top surgery

He would apologize for jumping to conclusions but he would be a little confused at first, I don't think that he would know a ton about the LGBT community so he would need a little clarification.

"Uh, I'm sorry if i'm overstepping your boundaries and you don't have to answer this if you're uncomfortable but, could you explain to me what top surgery is?"

After knowing exactly what top surgery is he would immediately ask if there's any way that he can help.

Want to try and fade the scars? Words of affirmation about how having these scars make you human or how your struggles are just as valid as anyone else's? Or even if you just want a hug, he'll find some kind of way that he can help you feel comfortable.

Tubbo really just wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin even if he is a little new to the whole LGBT community and how to help.

Wilbur:

Wilbur doesn't bring up your scars unless you come and talk to him about it first.

He starts to check up on you more and more.

"Hey Y/N, how are you doing? Everything is alright right?"

Just little check ups until you're ready to tell him about it.

If he ends up seeing your scars more than once he might bring it up at that point.

"Hey, um, what are those scars on your chest, if you don't mind me asking?"

Once you tell him that they're your top surgery scars he pulls you into a hug and assures you that he will always love and care about you no matter what.

Basically he will just praise the hell out of you, tell you how amazing you are, how brave you are for going through the surgery, how pretty and handsome and beautiful and cute you are.

Every time he walks by you he will just give you a kiss on the head as reassurance

He never wants you to feel like you are a burden

He will go to Fundy for advice on how to help and if there is anything that he should do to comfort you further.

Just a sweet guy who wants you to feel loved and appreciated.

Dream:

First thought is that someone hurt you and he wants to know who so he can kill the fucker

"Hey Y/N- what happened? No, No it isn't nothing, what happened. It matters because who every hurt you will have about five seconds to count their fucking blessings before I kill them."

You being you might respond with something snarky like "hey the doctor who gave me top surgery shouldn't die, I'm living my best life because of them!"

To which he responds with a mental facepalm and he gives you a hug

He just wants to protect you and sometimes takes it too far

Your chest becomes his new favorite part about you

Every time he gets the chance he will give you a kiss to remind you how much he cares

Cuddling where his head is buried in your chest? Expect him to be kissing your chest till one of y'all falls asleep.

"What? Can I not kiss my beautiful lover and give them all of the love they deserve?"

Technoblade:

Like Wilbur, Techno won't bring your scars up unless you make conversation about it

The difference is, He won't bring it up no matter how many times he sees your scars

I feel like with how many battles Techno had been in he has his own collection of scars some of which he would like to fade away and to never be talked about or brought into existence again.

So he won't talk till you want to talk

Once you do tell him he would say something like:

"Oh that's what those are? Yeah I've seen them before."

When questioning why he didn't say anything he would say something along the lines of:

"We all have our own scars, some you can see, some you can't, some you're fine with the world seeing and some you wish that they would disappear because they remind you of something that you want to block out and forget entirely. I've had my fair share of scars that should fade away just like those painful memories. I would hate to bring you back to a place that you wanted to forget."

As for comfort, he isn't too big on it, not because he doesn't want to give it to you but because he doesn't know how, maybe the occasional word or words of affirmation or hugs when you need them, but anything else and he would need Phil's help on what to do.

He is a great listener though, so if you ever need to vent he'll be the guy to go to.

Techno is just a piglin with a soft heart for you and he would hate to make you uncomfortable.

*****

Another one done! My apologies if this isn't the best I have never done headcanons before so this was new to me. I also tried to keep it gender neutral as I know not only trans males get top surgery so I wanted to make it as inclusive as possible so I'm sorry if things are too geared towards trans males.

Word Count: 1255

[raccoonscribbles]

As a minor/not legal, when I block tags like ‘Tw smut’ ‘smut’ ‘lemon’ etc, why do people not tag that? And if you write that at least put a warning and a keep reading! It’s really annoying

Edit; replaced right with write because I’m dumb

[dubb0-g0ldfe11]

You want to be a hero Traveler?

THEN DIE LIKE ONE!

@victoria1676 thank you for blessing my eyes with your work. Like seriously! I'm absolutely in love with your story, And Im not even in the genshin impact fandom! Anyways here some HC about the MC if you don't mind

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She inherited Kristin/mumza wing color and Phillza/dadza diamond pattern

The MC looks a lot Kristin/mumza

She gets her sense of fashion from technoblade

The MC, Willbur, and Tommy blew up the kitchen at least once

Whenever the MC and techno fight it almost always ends in a draw (rather be training or actual fighting)

Technoblade and the MC used to hunt wild animals to help cope with the voices

The MC can cook REALLY GOOD COOK but Willbur can't cook to save his life

She has a photo of everyone in her pocket (before everything went downhill) at all times

The MC and Willbur have twin telepathy (imagine what it felt like when Willbur got stabbed 😬)

The MC can sew/make her own clothes

The MC can sing like Willbur and they make songs together

Kristin often visits the MC in her dreams but the MC always forgets (she always wakes up crying and doesn't know why after Kristin visits her)

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I hope you like my ideas and I can't wait to see Doomsday! Anyways Here's the MC without the blood

[thedemises]

imagine an au where corazón lives and has law (oh, and reader, who's his spouse) escape from the clutches of doflamingo but he has to lie about law and reader's existence to him-

aka, corazón has law and reader escape after finding the cure for law's disease sooner than usual and he tries to make up a cover story for their “disappearance” before that crazy mingo bitch finds out

DURING A MEETING... doflamingo: how's the spouse? 😊 corazón: ..divorced 😓 doflamingo: how's the kid? 😅 corazón: gone 😔 doflamingo: doflamingo: ... it's hard to talk to you 😃

[an-anonymous-reader]

Welcome to the Show!

Hey there! You can call me Ophelia! Not my real name, however it’s a name that I think is extremely pretty and don’t mind going by! This blog is for writing ‘x reader’ requests! I don’t normally write x reader, however I’m willing to learn and think that it could be something fun for me to do in my free time.

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|| X-Men

- Remy LeBeau / Gambit

- Rogue

- Logan Howlett / Wolverine

- Jean Grey / The Phoenix

- Scott Summers / Cyclops

- Ororo Munroe / Storm

- Jubilation Lee / Jubilee

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- Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

- Thor

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- Percy Jackson

- Annabeth Chase

- Leo Valdez

- Hazel Levesque

- Frank Zhang

- Leo Valdez

- Jason Grace

- Piper McLean

- Nico DI Angelo (if male/masc reader)

- Will Solace

|| My Hero Academia

- Midoriya Izuku

- Bakugou Katsuki

- Todoroki Shoto

- Uraraka Ochako

- Shinso Hitoshi

- Yaoyorozu Momo

- Kaminari Denki

- Ashido Mina

- Kirishima Eijirou

- Jiro Kyoka

- Asui Tsuyu

- Tokoyami Fumikage

- Shoji Mezo

- Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead

- Hizashi Yamada / Present Mic

- Kayama Nemuri / Midnight

- Todoroki Touya / Dabi

- Tomura Shigaraki

- Toga Himiko

- Togata Mirio

- Tamaki Amajiki

- Hado Nejire

- Sero Hanta

|| Dream SMP (Non-Romantic Requests Only)

These are Characters I Know How to Write, you can request more than one in a story.

- Philza

- Technoblade

- Wilbur Soot

- TommyInnit

- Tubbo

- Ranboo

- Purpled

- DreamWasTaken

- GeorgeNotFound

- Sapnap

- Punz

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I shook my head slightly, watching Remy make a fool of himself trying to impress Rogue again. Logan was trying to encourage him, a glint of feral satisfaction as Morph and Jubilee talked with Storm and Jean. I never quite understood his fascination with the southern woman, though I could admit that she was pretty.

A startled laugh escaped my chest as I watched Bakugou realize that Midoriya had beaten him today, the race to the dorms now over. Kirishima was trying not to laugh, though Denki and Mina were giggling quietly. I rolled my eyes as anger eventually overtook the blond’s face. I had homework to do before meeting with Shinso to train with the capture weapon again.

I groaned softly, turning over and feeling my breath catch in my throat, Natasha was curled up on the other hotel bed just across the room, with an arm under her head. In her arms was the stuffed animal I had gifted her the day before.

There was a sense of dread filling my head as I tried to spot any of my questmates. Percy was missing, again, and worry filled my being as I spotted Nico disappear into the shadows, looking much paler than he had that morning. A startled scream escaped me as something crashed into my side, a glance and I was relieved to see that it was just Mrs. O’Leary.

Style of Reader Fic - Second Person

You were surprised to find that Jean had waited for you instead of heading off with the other girls. Training had been strenuous today, and your back was sore and your hair a tangled mess. A flush appeared when you noticed that she was holding a brush, and was giving you a quiet smile of reassurance.

You sighed as you followed after Tony. The two of you were once again sent out despite the very obvious hate and dislike the two of you held for each other. He was listening to AC/DC on headphones and ignoring your general existence, which was fine by you. By all means he could ignore you.

You were giggling hysterically as you followed after Toga, music running through your head as you tried to decide on what ‘radio station’ you wanted to listen to for the night. You were smiling as Toga glanced back at you, excitement in her eyes. Ahead of her, just barely so, Dabi was ignoring the both of you.

You couldn’t find Annabeth, which would normally be worrisome, however you also knew that she had probably holed herself up in the Athena cabin to study for the exam she would have to take to go to New Rome. You were proud of your girlfriend, just like you knew your boyfriend was. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Percy wouldn’t be joining Annabeth for the first year of collage, instead, he was staying at camp with you to help train the flood of younger campers that had made their way to camp.

[v1x1n1ty]

HIII love ur works !! idk if ur requests are still open but could you write a crackfic about streaming minecraft at 3am with george and quackity?? no smut at all whatsoever and btw i dont rlly support george ig i just rlly miss their duo and 2020 dsmp💔

some details !! reader is argentinian and bisexual, she/her pronouns and the fic’s set in 2020 i guess lmao

I love this idea so much!! And btw i don't support George either so dw, but im happy to write abt this!! and btw this was lowkey so fun to write for me tysm for the request!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was 3:14AM and something in the universe had shifted—probably for the worse. You were barely awake, eating dry cereal out of a mug and wearing the same hoodie you'd been living in for three days. George had randomly messaged the group chat “wanna stream DSMP?” with no context, and like three gremlins crawling out of their caves, you and Quackity joined instantly. Regrets? Absolutely. But that wasn’t going to stop you.

You spawned in near L’Manberg and immediately got hit by a fish.

“WHY DID YOU SPAWN CAMP ME?” you screamed.

“It was funny,” said George, monotone, holding a raw cod like it was a weapon of mass destruction.

“YOU’RE BRITISH, YOU DON’T GET TO DECIDE WHAT’S FUNNY.”

“Guys,” Quackity whispered ominously through his mic. “I’m in Tommy’s house. I’ve put 63 chickens in here. He’s going to shit himself.”

“What the hell are we doing?” you asked, laughing so hard your Minecraft froze for a second. “This isn’t even our server.”

“Okay, but hear me out,” George said, “what if we blew up L’Manberg.”

“You’re literally a citizen,” you said.

“Not anymore.”

You blinked. “What do you mean, ‘not anymore’?”

Quackity shrieked with laughter. “HE HAS TNT. WHY DOES HE HAVE TNT?!”

“I logged on earlier and stole it from Fundy,” George muttered.

You didn’t even question it.

You chased George around the server yelling in rapid Spanish while the Twitch chat lost its mind, Quackity was still silently placing chickens like it was his life mission, and George was setting up weird traps in front of Wilbur’s old button room.

“Guys I’m putting lava in Philza’s house,” Quackity said casually.

“What’s wrong with you?!”

“Why does Philza need a house anyway? He’s like. Old. Old people don’t even live in houses.”

“YOU CAN’T JUST—”

Your sentence was cut off by George screaming “I HAVE A FLINT AND STEEL” in the exact tone of someone who should not have a flint and steel. Something exploded in the distance.

“GEORGE. WHAT DID YOU JUST BLOW UP.”

“Nothing important.”

“Define nothing.”

“Part of Niki’s bakery.”

“YOU—”

Quackity was now fully invisible, spamming creepers into Eret’s castle using some plugin command he definitely shouldn’t have had access to.

“I AM GOD,” he yelled, and then immediately blew himself up.

“Good,” you muttered. “Stay dead.”

George tried to push you into the crater he made, but you water bucket-clutched it like an absolute pro and immediately threw an ender pearl into his face. You didn’t even care that it teleported you directly into a lava pit.

“I REGRET NOTHING,” you screamed as you burned to death.

“Chat,” George said calmly, “she’s lost it.”

“You set my spawn in a hole with a pressure plate and TNT,” you said. “You’re going to meet God tonight.”

The three of you ended up in the middle of the server sitting on a pile of scaffolding, surrounded by phantoms, talking about capitalism.

“I feel like Dream’s entire lore arc was just trickle-down economics,” you mumbled.

“I think Sapnap is a libertarian,” George added.

“I think I just ate a pufferfish by accident,” said Quackity.

A beat of silence.

“Didn’t you major in law?”

“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I did.”

“Guys,” Quackity said suddenly, “I made a flag.”

“What kind of flag?” you asked.

“An Argentinian flag. For you.”

You teared up a little. “That’s actually so sweet.”

“Wait.” He paused. “Wait wait wait—no. No. This is—this is Italian. I made the Italian flag. I messed up the order. I—this is humiliating.”

George lost it. “HE MADE YOU THE WRONG COUNTRY.”

“I WAS TRYING TO HONOR YOU,” Quackity wailed.

“WITH PASTA COLORS?!”

By the time the sun rose in-game, you had no memory of what you’d actually done. Someone’s base was definitely missing. George was somehow wearing Technoblade’s armor set, and Quackity had tamed a fox and named it “Tubbo 2” like it was a replacement child.

“Do not tell anyone about tonight,” George said flatly.

“I’m posting the whole VOD,” you replied immediately.

Quackity cleared his throat. “So. Same time tomorrow?”

You stared at the chaos on your screen—floating blocks, a waterfall made of lava, a sign that just said “SUCK EGGS WILBUR”—and smiled like an idiot.

“Yeah,” you said. “Obviously.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[lonely-lost-soul]

I’m sure you guys know this and I’d be stupid to pretend you guys don’t already know this but I don’t write for DSMP anymore. Especially not now with everything that’s been coming out for the past months.

I stand with the victims and the victims only.

I love all of you and the journey we went on together. I still write for other things, rn my hyper fixation is Hazbin Hotel. @washeduphazbin if you guys want to follow me there that’s where I’m posting my Hazbin specific stuff. My discord is still active obviously those who are in there know that. I’m not deleting my stories unless you all want me too, but I no longer write for them at all.

Thank you.

[thatsquitepoggers]

LETS FUCKING GO BABYYYYYY IM ONE OF THE BIG KIDS NOW, YALL >:D

[urlocalfanficwriter111]

~Fandoms I Write For And Boundaries~

Hey!! I'm completely new to Tumblr so this will take some getting used to but I plan on writing some fanfics here and I'm willing to take requests so this is who I will write for and what I will write :)

FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR:

Eddsworld

Suits

Dream SMP, Chuckle Sandwich, Sleep Deprived Podcast (Streamers/YouTubers in general)

BNHA

Singers or Actors that I'm familiar with

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Honestly anything I know I'll write for so don't be afraid to make a request!

WHAT I'LL WRITE:

Fluff

Platonic fics

Head canons

One shots

Some angst

Limes (I'll get a lil spicy)

I won't write lemons/smut, any weird kinky stuff, or anything sexually intimate with a character who is a minor

[wrenthewriterishere]

Wilbur says ___

“C’mon sweetheart, you can do it.” Wilbur mumbled, gently guiding your hands around the clay on the wheel to form what you wanted.

“You’re doing so well.” Wilbur smiles, watching you play a cord without messing up.

“I’m proud of you!” Wilbur laughed, giddy as you present him with an accomplishment you achieved.

“My best love.” He promised, pressing kisses down your throat while his free hand is wrapped in your hair, pulling back just enough.

“Tired love? It’s okay, C’mere.” Wilbur muttered, gently helping you take off your coat as he greeted you at the door.

”Want me to say it, tell you how lovely you are my melody?” Wilbur whispered, hands holding your twitchy hips with a soft smirk and gentle gaze.

“Beautiful.” Wilbur promises when you take your shirt off for the first time in front of him.

“My partner.” He introduces, holding you tight as chat passes by on his monitor.

“Darling.” Wilbur breaths against your neck as you tremble on his lap.

“My love.” He giggled when you tickle him awake.

“Angel.” Wilbur whines when your beautiful lips are wrapped around his swollen cock with your knees pressed into the floor beside the bed.

“My favorite.” Wilbur mumbles, pressing kisses to your shoulder as you step out of the shower.

[l0cked0uttt]

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."

********

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

[ourdearkey]

Hi hi! May I ask what happened to @wooloo-inc ? they've been my inspiration in writing these X reader stories and now that I'm back with plots I would love to know what happened to their works.