#dsmp x female reader

[youngcreatorlady]

It really hurt

Warnings: fluff,partying,alcohol, Shlatt joking about scars

Requested (y/n): yes. I was wondering if I could get a Jschlatt x Fem reader. He jokingly makes fun of her while on stream with a bunch of other YouTubers like Wilbur, Swagger, Ludwig, Ted Nivison, etc. But when they're at a party a couple of weeks later and they see each other, Y/n tries to avoid him but he catches her in the crowd and takes her to a more private area. You can take it from there

Request made by @samantha-rae-velcher

You were streaming late into the night with Schlatt, Wilbur,tubbo,Ranboo,and swaggersouls. You guys were currently playing a game,and you had lost,causing you to go into a rage,hitting your desk and then laying your head down to calm down.

That was when it started. Shlatt made a joking comment about how your rage got the best of you,everyone but Tubbo agreeing. You calmed down a little bit after,and went back to the game,but you yawned,stretching and groaning as your shirt rid up

"Jesus christ y/n! There are kids,cover that fat!" Schlatt mumbles,joking,but you still immedietly put your hands down,covering yourself quickly, apologizing to them.

You had backed up and stood up to get some water about an hour later. Schlatt had been commenting on you all night,making jokes,and you wanted to get away from it for a minute.

That was until you heard, "Jesus christ guys,look at the marks she has!" Schlatt announced loudly,to which you looked down,and covered your arms quickly,grabbing a hoodie and putting it on, before going to get your water.

When you were in the kitchen, you broke down,the water spilling over the cup, which was what triggered you. Sobbing as you slid down the cupboard,not even noticing that there was a metal rod on your back.

You sobbed, holding your head in your hands as you just didn't know what to do. About 10 minutes later you got up,shuffling your way back to your office. You sat down,and your voice was raspy as you commented "I think I'm gonna end the stream here you guys" hearing complaints from everyone you were streaming with,and your chat,you said goodbye,and ended the stream.

About 2 and a half weeks later, you were dressed in a black dress, and it went to about mid thigh,with a little slit in the side.

You grabbed your purse and started to walk to where the party was being held. When you got there you realized the only people you really knew were Schlatt,Eric,Tubbo, and Tommy. Everyone else here,you only slightly knew.

You went over to Tubbo as he seemed to break apart from the rest,really not wanting to talk to Schlatt. You thought you got away with it,but obviously not as would be proven in the next few minutes.

"Hey" Tubbo said simply, leaning against a table "hey Tubbo" You smile,grabbing a drink "hey look about the stream the other night-" you go to comment,but Tubbo stops you "Schlatt took that way too far. You better not be apologizing. He needs to. I'm just sorry I didn't step in"

"No its totally fine" you say quickly,surprised since you really didn't know Tubbo liked you all that much.

Tubbo nodded,and you guys talked for a bit,and then went your separate ways. About two minutes later, you were grabbed by the elbow and dragged to a corner

"look Y/n I'm sorry... I took it way too far the other night," Schlatt says quickly. You guys were now in a pretty private place,a back room that was leading off from the party. You rolled your eyes. "Look. I said way too much in the hopes for a reaction,and I didn't mean it...I took it way too far,and I think we need to talk" Schlatt says before you could get anything out. You nodded,signaling to him to keep talking.

"Okay,I said I had an explanation but I really don't" he mutters,rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You sigh,having always had a crush on the older man,so you lean up, kissing him. To your surprise,he kisses you back,pushing you against the wall gently.

You guys made out for a few minutes before you pulled away,slowly breathing in to calm yourself down "don't ever make another comment like that again" you glare,looking uo at him.

He nods quickly "I wont" he promises softly,kissing you again.

You guys walked back out to the party,and the group came up to you "hey y/n...we just wanna say we're sorry for how we treated you"

"No problem guys" you said softly,and enjoyed the rest of your night

TADAAAAAA

Reblogs are tots welcome

[wilbursprincess]

Okay so one, love your writing literally sm

Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”

And yk.. it can lead to whatever!

- 💤 anon(?)

“I Can Take Care Of You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur

Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3

Fic below cut!

“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”

“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”

Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”

He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”

Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”

“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”

“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.

“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”

Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”

He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”

Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.

“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”

I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”

“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”

I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”

Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”

Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.

“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”

“You know where I hide my-?”

Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”

“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.

“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.

“Show me.”

From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”

I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”

I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I smile. “Same here.”

We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.

“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.

I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”

Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.

“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”

He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”

I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“

Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”

“How did you know I was worrying?”

“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”

He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”

“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”

“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”

Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.

“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”

He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.

“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”

I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.

Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.

“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”

Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”

We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.

“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”

Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.

“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.

We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.

“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”

[cherrynwinesk]

Not really a fic but any headcanons with this idea? Reader is a big streamer so quackity asked them to join the qsmp server, they kinda talked earlier so they know about each others existence but it's not like they were ever friends. How would quackity act after he started to develop a crush on reader??

🍒:It's very long, sorry

Quackity Headcanon's

Added to QSMP

Story g: sfw

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: None

CC's: Quackity

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

•The invitation to be part of the QSMP would arrive in your business email

•You would be so busy streaming, editing some videos for YouTube that you hadn't even noticed that email

•Your manager would notify you of this

•You had heard about the server, even watched some clips on tiktok, but you didn't know what the main function was or what it was about, you only knew that Quackity was the owner

•You came to feel confused, you had never had contact with Quackity, you had never spoken, you had never met at any event, so why would he invite a stranger to his precious project?

•You had friends in common, but fate had never brought you together

•You thought about the invitation, since you had many things to do, including creating your plan for the entire week's content on stream and organizing your schedules to be able to edit

•So stay at the highest level where you have always been among the biggest creators in the world

•But you didn't have many ideas currently, so you considered the invitation

•Quackity himself would immediately contact you

•You would like to plan everything directly with the server members so that there are no misunderstandings

•Both would schedule a call on Discord, trying to coincide with your free time

•There was not much communication between you until the day you agreed

•Nothing out of the ordinary, he would explain to you about the project, the creators who are already on the server, he would talk a little about the lore that some members already have

•It sounded very interesting by the way.

•You both got along very well, you were able to communicate easily and there were no problems in your first time interacting

•Agreed on a date on which you will join the server

•The day you would be announced as a member of QSMP Quackity would do his routine stream in Spanish playing a little time with Roier, Ironmouse, Forever or someone

•Then he would raid his main channel and in it he would talk about how he was excited for this new member, since you are a global content creator, and that it meant a lot to have you on his server (being humble)

•Immediately you were announced as part of QSMP, Twitter exploded

•Your name and Quackity being a trend, and it was all because no one expected this good news

•The next day you entered the server for the first time and started with the basics by playing Minecraft, wood, sticks, pickaxe, killing cows

•You immediately made a good relationship with the other members, it was such a relaxed atmosphere

•You have never laughed so much in your life

•Even outside the server that friendship continued

•But you were closer with Quackity

•You two had a humor that complemented each other

•There was no fear of saying something wrong, you could be yourself

•You might not think anything strange, for you it would just be a good friendship like with any other member

•But actually for Quackity it was a little different

•At first Quackity was a little excited that you would agree to be on his server

•First of all cause you are a big cc

•Quackity saw your content a few times, and knew that your personality would fit perfectly into QSMP

•From the beginning he liked the way you stayed active in your streams, never stopping talking, interacting with your chat even though your community was so big

•He even wanted to learn a little about you, because he knew that everything you were and had you got fairly

•You deserved everything you had and he even admired you too much

•He was so nervous about talking to you, doing something wrong or that something in the project wouldn't interest you, since he hadn't even hoped that you would accept the invitation

•Now that you were closer, Quackity started to feel different around you.

•He started to like you, but he still doesn't accept it

•At first he would think that he just likes you too much.

•But the day his sister asked him "Do you like y/n?"

•He'd notice and he'd be like "No, why do you ask that? He/she's my friend."

•Most likely, his sister had to hear about what happened inside QSMP, but you being the one he always mentions, that's why she would come to such a conclusion.

•Besides, Quackity would act very excited when it comes to you.

•"Your eyes shine when you talk about y/n" and his cheeks would be red.

•And Quackity would feel so comfortable with you

•He would really like your personality and that would be what made him fall in love.

•Also the way you bring out his true personality without fear

•Once he realized that if he actually liked you he would start to feel nervous around you.

•He would also go watch your streams while he is busy

•Over time he would also like you physically and too much

•Inside him maybe he would have this obsessive crush on you, but he doesn't want to show it.

•He would worry that you had a partner or that he wasn't your type

•More people around him would realize that he is in love and would convince him to tell you what he feels.

•He would refuse for a long time with the excuse that he is married to his job

•His friends would do him the favor (without Quackity asking) of asking you personal things

•Like if you have a partner, what kind of people do you like for a relationship, being very obvious (maybe Roier who doesn't care about anything or Baghera but she would be more subtle with the questions)

•Quackity would travel to meet you irl

•Once you were together he would try to show interest with subtle compliments

•Like saying you're smart

•Or talk about your hair color and mention that he like people with that color

•You would definitely understand and ask him if he is flirting with you

•He would get very nervous but he knows you got him

•"It's very obvious?"

•"Don't worry Quackity, Roier and Cellbit already told me everything"

[ficwriterwastakenalt]

c!quackity where he is coming back from a night in the casino and he just wants some love from his gf, so he gives her kisses and hickeys along her body…

Left this fandom but this has been in my ask box for like 6 months so (since Jan). (i'm going to start another blog for a new fandom that i enjoy more than i do with the whole DSMP and such)

I also got an ask about why me and @/kitybur (pretty sure this is their ask lmao) don't interact anymore and all I got to say about that is me and Kity have both gone our different ways they moved onto a different fandom (I believe) and so have I. So please be respectful, go show them some love and to whoever (Anon) asked that I hope I answered your question (if you're reading this) OH WAIT... another ask also asked me if I was the person that Kity was talking about in one of their post and all I can say to that one is that I don't follow Kity anymore and I don't go stalking their account so i'm not sure what post you're talking about and if they are oh well nothing I can do about it Kity has her own feelings and opinions.

ANYWAYS ONTO THE STORY (all translations are from google translate so don't get mad)

Hoping to Get Lucky (it's short)

Yn sighed and closed her book before she glanced up at her clock; it seemed like time was passing so slowly because her boyfriend was due to return from his casino around Midnight, but the time now read 3:00 Am. Yn sighed and got to her feet, dropping her book on the couch before heading to their bedroom, where she laid on Quackity's side and turned out the bedside lamp.

Soon after falling asleep, Yn was woken up by kisses on her thighs and then her belly. "Well hello to you too," Yn remarked in a snarky tone as she glared down and saw her boyfriend's ridiculous beanie. "Sorry mi amour, I didn't mean to stay out so long," Quackity said with a pout as he looked up and met Yn's e/c eyes. Yn frowned and crossed her arms.

Quackity said in between kisses, "Mi amor por favour lo siento." Yn simply shrugged and turned her face away from her boyfriend, who then sat up next to her and kissed her cheek, muttering, "Conejita, por favor, lamento no haber querido quedarme fuera tan tarde." Yn then glared at him from the corner of her eye before turning her body completely away from him.

Yn grumbled, "Quackity, please just go to sleep," as Quackity moved his hand up and down her shoulder before bending down and kissing her neck, down over her shoulder, and down to her hand, which he took up and held so he could kiss the back of it. Quackity frowned as he saw his girlfriend close her eyes. He sighed and hugged her, Yn broke the silence, "I bet you were hoping to get lucky, huh." Smiling uncontrollably, Quackity leaned in and gave his girlfriend a quick head kiss "just a little mi amor."

[quackoree]

Quackity Oneshots/Headcannons

-HIIII, request anything, i made this to cure my boredom so ill most likely do ur request

-i only write female readers sorry⚠️😭

-I write oneshots or headcannons for quackity, below r some ideas u can request.

• Fluff☁️

• Yandere🔪

• Smut🍋

• Angst💔

anything to cure my boredom and keep me busy

-If you want anything to be specific in the story tell me in the request, also specify if you want quackity, c!quackity, or q!quackity.

(DSMP, QSMP)

-dont be scared to request anything, i need requests pls😭

[florvaine]

Mercy, my Dearest. | Q!Quackity

q!quackity/d!quackity x fem!reader

genre: angst-ish, general.

warnings: blood, gore, implied murder/suicide, implied torture, many names for (y/n).

notes: this is a chapter from a qsmp x fem!oc thing i was going to post on AO3, but i wasn’t 100% sure on if i was gonna finish the whole story and decided not to post it. of course, if enough people ask i can cross-post to AO3, or keep posting here! just thought id post it rather than letting it just rot away lol ❤️

Quackity had been having reoccurring lucid dreams. Or nightmares.

It typically begins in an entirely different world. One where he's stood beside a man on a podium, the two of them in black suits and ties. Every time Quackity glanced up to try to distinguish who he was, the man's face held no features. Just a blank expanse of skin fitted over a skull. Even with the censorship to his face, the man's curling ram horns were the most recognisable thing about him. The man stood with such confidence, such suave that Quackity was sure he'd fall for whatever he was preaching if he could hear him.

Once he gathered himself, Quackity would look into the crowd of people below them. He'd make eye contact with people who furrowed brows and held burning pools of hatred in their eyes as they looked up at him and the man. They're lined in wonky rows of deepslate chairs, cushioned by black velvet seats, some of them didn't sit, opting to stand for whatever reason they had.

When the man beside him is speaking, saying words muddled to make phrases, the crowd's face contort into looks of despair and disbelief. Quackity could never hear the words clearly, a few minor ones coming out in echoes like he was in a cavern or void, but other than that the only noise made was mumbles from the other people and the man behind the microphone - and his voice, of course.

It doesn't matter what he does to try to wake up - pinch himself, drown himself, scream, exit the stage, jump off headfirst, push the man off in the middle of his speech, slamming his own or someone else's head into the stone floor, using the (blunt) stone sword in his inventory to carve his heart out - no matter what, he'd always end up here.

It would always come back to this.

"You lost yourself again," The girl reshuffles the cards, bringing him back into whatever reality he was currently in, "What's wrong?"

They're in a room: polished, spruce plank floors, an elegant chandelier hanging from nothing above the poker table they were sitting at, and stone brick walls that towered higher than his eyes could see. The scarlett velour cover of the dark oak table contrasts the slight darkness luring in the corners of the room. Two dark oak chairs with dark red cushions sat opposite one another at the heads of the betting table. There was a crystal glass beside him with a sphere of ice in it, whisky poured a fingernail away from the rim, and a wine glass that was half-full with some kind of concoction that changed every time he returned here. This time it seemed as if she had red wine, though it looked a little too viscous and left an orange tint on the rim when she'd placed it back down. Last time she had what seemed to be liquid gold, swirling the shimmering liquid as if to lure him in.

The woman has never disclosed her real name, saying she went by many in her life. Bia, Asteria, Nemesis, Medusa and Andarta and others. She had (s/c) skin that glittered silver in the candlelight from the chandelier, and the tips of her fingers looked as if they had been dipped in soot, yet almost seemed transparent. She wore the skull of a Nightmare Stalker, a horrifying creature that followed its targets at night under cover of invisibility with two white, glowing dots for eyes. Her (h/c) hair has a thick strand of pure white, root to tip, at the front of her head. She always has it pulled back into a half-up, half-down style, a loose strand or two dangling in front of the skull. The deep eye sockets from the skull hide hers' in a cast of shadow, every time Quackity has to look into them he is unnerved by the void where her eyes should be seen, pinpricks pass along his nerves and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

She's always in the same clothing, a dark navy sequin dress with a slit that runs up her left thigh and silver, polished heels with light beige undersides. Silver jewellery decorated her wrists as bangles, on her neck pearls hung from dainty chains like rain droplets on her collarbones. A band of gold the width of his thumbnail wrapped around her upper arm like a snake. Hoops and gems dangled from her ears in a delicate dance of wealth. She wore two rings on her ring fingers: on her left was a silver band with a considerably big emerald tucked into it, and on her right hand a golden ring with a diamond the same size.

Every time she has the full deck of cards in front of her and never dished them out to play. She'd sit there and mix and fiddle with the flimsy sheets of card, tapping them with long, sharp, sparkly champagne-coloured nails.

She flickered through them again, his eyes immediately redirecting to look at the cardistry she executed.

"Nothing's wrong," He replies, his voice uneven. He can tell his words didn't convince her. At least they created some kind of comfort for himself.

The woman slides the cards facing upwards into a slightly curved semicircle in front of her, "I'm not stupid. You're thinking about something or someone?" The cards flip over methodically so the backs are facing up again as she moves her hand underneath them.

Quackity swallows the lump forming in his throat - the one she'd slit before. As much as the woman claims to be on his side, to want to help him, he cannot bring his mind to trust her. His heart says differently. He knows it does from the way it calms whenever he notices he's sat opposite her. It's a sense of familiarity, like seeing an old friend that moved away decades ago and reconnecting: at the same time it panics the man.

Because this was not someone he knew. Quackity knows little to nothing about this woman. Not her name, not where she came from, not how she keeps appearing and having full conversations with him in his dreams. He has never seen this woman a day in his life.

Whoever 'Bia' or 'Andarta' or 'Phoebe' was, was unknown. She was not someone he recognised. She was not something he should recognise.

His hands furl and unfurl underneath the table, "I'm just confused. Who are you, like, actually?"

"I believe you're asking the wrong questions, Alexis."

Quackity almost flinches at the name. His lips parted slightly as he drew in a breath of air so cold he feared it would freeze his lungs. The feeling of disturbance and disbelief filters through him from his brain, his hands clenching so hard that red crescents appear on his calloused palms. Everything seems to move, the room spins and the chandelier sways in a way that the black-haired man feared would send it crashing down on the table.

His heart acts as a fastening beat, blood circling his ears like a sickening backing track, "How…"

It panicked him when she knew his alias, the one that hovered over his head like a half-transparent halo. How did she know his actual name, the one he kept so close to his chest, in a chest under lock and key? He hadn't told anyone his real name, yet the woman opposite him seemed to know every little detail about him, from the bold headline to the fine print at the bottom. It was as if she had built him herself. Knew everything about him from his biggest, truest fear to his favourite plant.

The woman smiles underneath the shadow of the skull. The chains - decorated in silver charms and tumbled gems - that ran from the ends of the horns from the skull to the inside of the eye sockets clinked during the movement of her tilting her head upwards. She collects the cards in a pile in front of her all facing the same way. Downwards.

"Who are you?" He presses with more demand, hands pressed into the table, "Surely I'd remember you if you were…"

She stops all movement and Quackity feels as if he's said something wrong. The air chills and the tension grows, much like the tension in her shoulders as she reers her head back slightly. The vignette that crowded in the corners of the rooms seemed to darken and close in on the table, making the room seem smaller.

'Bia' takes a breath of cold in, her voice even as she speaks, "If I was important?"

"I wasn't the one who said it." The man shrugged and lowered his gaze to the fabric of the table, not daring to look at her after such a belittling comment.

And when he falls short of being able to scan her face for prominent emotions, he hides the chill that locked his hands into tight fists.

"I thought you would've changed, this new version of yourself you're so proud of," She places the cards into a pile before her, "But I think I was wrong."

Quackity's face sours and he goes to speak, but is cut off when she swiftly stands from her seat, sending it flying backwards to scrape against the floor. Her nails scrape against the wood of the table as she rounds it, stepping closer and closer with her heels clicking in a rhythm that he recognised.

His heart stuns as he catches sight of two glowing dots in the middle of her shadowed eye sockets, trained on him like a pair of trained snipers. His heart began beating faster than before, yet he felt as if his blood had run so cold it froze over. He didn't want to die again. Not to her. Not after the last time she dragged it on for so long.

"No, no, no. No, please, there has to be another way!" Quackity trips over himself clambering off the chair, his hands clammy as he presses himself into the corner of the room, "Please!"

She doesn't respond, the two dots stare back at him. He catches his reflection in her freshly polished netherite blade, the handle obsidian and trimmed with amethyst.

The man can only pray she makes it quick this time.

[rxdidz]

i am begging u guys to send something in pls i wanna do hcs i wanna talk about these silly little men and women

[yettobedetermined7]

Imagine being apart of the Dsmp Vidcon panel

[siennafrxst]

↳ dare 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

pairing: tommy innit x female reader

word count: 0.9k words

cw: swearing, cringe 😍

“Okay.”

And then the blond teenager walks over towards the rollercoaster ride, sliding into a seat. The simple act left Wilbur and Tubbo absolutely dumbfounded. They hadn’t expected him to execute the dare so smoothly—not to mention that he accepted the challenge so nonchalantly as well. But, what had they expected? It was Tommy Innit himself.

Tommy calmly sits down beside a girl around his age, turning to face her and spot her slightly bewildered expressions.

I hope to god that she won’t recognize me.

The woman continues to eye the blond curiously, her dark eyebrows creasing in deep thought.

“I know you from somewhere, don’t I?” She points a finger at him, still trying to figure out who he was.

Shit.

Tommy wears an overly exaggerated expression on his face, scoffing at her accusation. “No, no way. I guess I just have one of those faces, you know?”

Upon hearing his voice, the woman lit up, the gears in her head practically spinning as she finally solves the big mystery.

“You’re Tommy Innit, aren’t you?”

Hesitantly, Tommy sighs heavily in defeat. “Yeah, you got me. I’m that annoying kid who plays Minecraft.”

The woman chuckles softly. “I knew it! My best friend loves you.”

Tommy gives the girl a skeptical look as she emphasizes the word ‘love,’ causing her to shake her head profusely.

“Noo, not in that way… okay maybe in that way but don’t tell her that.”

Tommy chuckles in amusement at the unknown woman’s sly remark. Speaking of unknown, he realized that he still hadn’t gotten her name.

“I like you. What’s your name?”

The woman smiles warmly before responding. “Well, I’m-”

She suddenly cuts herself off when the ride bumpily starts, causing her to yelp in surprise.

“Holy shit it’s starting. We’re all gonna die!” Tommy exclaims dramatically.

“No we’re not don’t jinx it!”

Tommy rolls his eyes. “By the way, your name? We might die before I even get to hear it.”

“Right! It’s Y/N. Call me Y/N- OH MY GODDDDD!”

The rollercoaster made a huge sudden drop, completely petrifying the hell out of both the teenagers.

“HOLY FUCK WE’RE DYING!” Tommy yells at the top of his lungs.

The two teenagers began to deliriously scream at the top of their lungs, disturbing everyone else on the ride and the nearby viewers.

When he thought he had lost his voice, he suddenly felt a harsh grip on his arm, turning to face the source of the squeeze.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“SUPPRESSING THE FEAR? I DON’T KNOW I THOUGHT THIS WOULD HELP!” Y/N exclaims in argument.

“WELL, CLEARLY, IT DOESN’T. ALSO YOU SQUEEZE REALLY HARSHLY SO PLEASE LET GO.”

She glares at him carefully, hesitating to let go before she ultimately does, breathing calmly in an attempt to relax herself.

That was when the rollercoaster made another drop—this time higher and faster than the last. The two went back to screaming for their lives—arguably even louder this time.

At this point Tommy has never been more terrified for anything in his life. In a desperate move, he reluctantly grabs onto Y/N’s hand, gripping harder more than she ever did.

Y/N whips her head to face the guilty blonde, surprised at his sudden touch. “NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“SHUT UP IT HELPS!” Tommy awkwardly declares, earning an eyeroll from the teenager beside him. That was when he felt her squeeze his hand back, the both of them now put their screaming to a halt, and instead holding each other as though it were their last day on Earth.

After a few more twists and turns, the ride finally slowed down, indicating the end of the bumpy journey. The two were completely breathless, still hand in hand as they took a moment to recollect themselves.

“Oh, thank Christ it’s over,” Y/N says, still panting.

Tommy nods in agreement. “I’m not religious, but—gasp—same.”

She turns to the breathless blonde, who was also gasping for air from all the screaming they had done. “By the way, why did you even take the seat beside mine? There were still other empty seats.”

He sighs dramatically. “Why do you have to ask such hard questions?”

Y/N chuckles softly, creasing her eyebrows at his remark. “Sorry! I didn’t know it was that hard.”

“Yeah yeah whatever, it’s fine, you deserve to know anyway.”

The blond blue-eyed teenager pauses for a brief moment, leaving Y/N more intrigued at what he was about to say.

“It was just because of a stupid dare from Wilbur, it’s—nothing.”

Tommy knew that he shouldn’t have hesitated as it would only make his lie more obvious. The dare part, obviously, wasn’t the lie. But the part about it being nothing, on the other hand…

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Really? What was the dare?”

Tommy scoffs lightly. “Just wait for the vlog to be uploaded, you impatient bastard.”

She shrugs at his response. “Alright, fine.”

He stares at Y/N, his mind seeming to be preoccupied with unknown thoughts. Their eyes connected in an unexplainable feeling, that singular moment seeming to be lasting for eternity.

After what felt like forever, Tommy awkwardly chuckles, standing up to step up away from the rollercoaster. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

A warm grin forms on Y/N’s face. “May our paths cross again.”

Tommy returns a similar smile before leaving the area, making his way back to Wilbur and Tubbo.

15 minutes ago…

“Alright, Tommy, I got a dare for you.”

Tommy turns to the brunet, raising a curious eyebrow at him. “Oh really? Well then, hit me with your worst.”

Wilbur’s lips curve into a playful smile, clearly looking forward to this. “Alright then. I dare you to…

…go over to the most attractive person on the ride.”

surprise surprise, I’m familiar with the dsmp. well, not really, my friend kinda got me into it (hence the “oh my best friend loves you!” part) but since I know there’s a lot of fans out there I decided to write something up for y’all.

likes and reblogs are vv appreciated. <33

[deadqueerboys]

Tommy x wil x fem reader threesome😳

I'll do headcanons because I'm out of inspiration 😭😭 plus I'm not used to write for fem reader..

Tw: Lazy and poor write.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

Being honest, it all started with the idea of making Tommy start new things and see what he enjoys. He was sure he liked girls.. but what about boys?

A side of him was always down for this, thinking about his best friends being out of the closet, and he never even tried.. so, it was time for this.

Shyly, he asked his best friend Will to help him find it out. Of course, he wouldn't have sex with Wilbur! He's old and knows him since he was sixteen. But Wilbur have a girlfriend now, a younger one.. a hot and slutty one that constantly plays with the boys about replacing Wilbur with Tommy because he's a younger version of Will.

He tries his luck, asking Wilbur if they could have a type of threesome and in some hours, they were in!

Wilbur feels the younger boy's uncomfortable, gently giving him a squeeze in his shoulders before offering him a glass of wine as his girlfriend knees down in front of him.

His cock twitches, growing at the thought of her sweet lips around his desperate crotch.

She nods to her boyfriend so he can wrap his arms around Tommy's waist and kiss his neck from behind when she starts to kiss his covered cock, licking the jeans while her hands run to undo his belt.

Tommy whimpers, bouncing his hips against her face when he desperately thrusts his dick in her hands. Without wanting to disappoint him, she starts to stroke his cock, her lips and tongue playing with his tip as she does.

Wilbur sees with jealous the enjoyment of both of them, running to sit on the floor and take her in his lap with his pants already down. He makes she ride his cock, lifting up her dress and putting her panties to the side.

They moan, especially Tommy, because it feels like a wild first experience. He can't help but look at Wilbur's moves, repeating it in her mouth when he grabs her hair and makes her forcefully deep throat him.

She bounces in his lap while she keeps stroking Tommy's cock, it's all messy as she starts to whisper some compliments to the youngest.

Struggling with the jealous, Wilbur bites her shoulder, making sure to hold her hips while he starts to thrust faster inside her pussy.

The girl chokes on Tommy's cock, causing him to go deeper inside her mouth and cumming right there, his warm and salty seed going down in her throat as she takes it all. His grip gets lazier, but not Wilbur's.

He chuckles, forcing her head to stay with Tommy's cock inside her mouth when he puts even more afford in his hips. Not much time longer, he cums, creampieng her pussy as she squirms her thighs, cumming together with him.

For the rest of the night, Wilbur keeps being rough and a big asshole when he talks with her, always saying degrading things, but they're quickly becoming useless when Tommy praises her.

[wilbursprincess]

Harvey fingering reader in the office? Maybe while Tim and blight are fighting again?

(I have a new obsession)

-✨

“Shhhh, Darling, Don’t Let Them Hear Us”

Sorrybur x Female Reader

Warnings: Semi-public, fingering

Combined your two Sorrybur asks for my own sake, ✨anon! The brainrot we’ve all been getting from these Sorry Boys videos, oh my. And all the people in my Discord going feral for the tie? You’re among obsessed friends, ✨anon.

Fic below cut!

“I’m going to get lunch,” Blight says loftily, shooting Tim a look. “Since I’ve been getting more sales, I deserve a longer break.”

Harvey just snorts, watching as Tim scowls and goes back to typing. “I don’t know why they didn’t accept the job of stapling,” he comments, shooting me a shy smile over the lid of his coffee cup.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the office, I’d started dating Harvey. We’d been keeping it quiet from everyone else, especially Blight, who wouldn’t hesitate to find a loophole in the office rules to break us up. Harvey was cute, funny, and genuinely one of the sweetest guys I’d dated, and we were planning to take our lunch break after everyone else to plan something for tonight.

“Hey, Tim?” Harvey asks. “We’re figuring out something here, it shouldn’t take long, but we need it to be quiet. I’ll give you 5 bucks for the vending machine if you take lunch now?”

Tim sighs. “10 bucks?”

“Deal,” Harvey replies, tossing some crinkled bills at Tim. “Thanks, man. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Whatever,” Tim grunts, pocketing the bills. “Maybe I’ll go make fun of Blight while he’s eating.”

The door into the break room shuts. Phil’s gone out with Ranthony for lunch, on the excuse that corporate’s paying, meaning Harvey and I are all alone.

“You’re welcome,” he says, eyes crinkling into a smile. “I didn’t want to wait to spend time with you.”

I blush a little, eyes darting to make sure the break room door is still shut before pecking him on the cheek. “Well, I’m flattered.”

He’d stayed over at my house last night, which wasn’t something I’d normally do this soon into a relationship. To be fair, it was an accident, and we hadn’t even had sex. I’d given him a handjob over his pants, and we both fell asleep while cuddling. Harvey had even apologized the next morning for falling asleep before he could repay me, but I told him I didn’t mind.

“I still feel bad for not returning the favor last night,” he admits, squeezing my hand. “I still want to.”

“Well, we can make plans for tonight-“

He shakes his head. “Now?”

“Now?”

“There’s nobody around, and it’s kind of hot to have to keep it a secret,” Harvey says, smirking. “And you are wearing a skirt.”

“If I drag my chair next to yours, it’ll look like we’re working on this alleged project,” I offer, heat pulsing between my thighs. “What do you say?”

Harvey looks over the moon. “Oh, fuck yes,”

We slide our chairs into position, making sure everything’s hidden under the desk. The raised voices of Blight and Tim seep through the break room door, and we both giggle.

“Now that’s a mood killer,” Harvey comments, making me laugh even harder. “Luckily, it’ll keep them busy.”

His fingers brush over the front of my panties, and I shiver.

“You’re sensitive, huh?“ His voice is barely a whisper in my ear.

I nod slightly, letting out a minuscule groan as he strokes my clit through the fabric. He has incredibly talented fingers, long ones at that, and it’s not long before I’m shaky, sweaty, and my panties are soaked.

Just as his fingers slip inside me, the break room door snaps open, both Blight and Tim storming out, clearly furious with each other.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper in Harvey’s ear, and he nods, pumping his fingers in and out of me, coughing to hide the noise.

“Harvey! He put my stapler in Jello!” Blight whines, staring at Tim who’s looking innocent. “Tell him to stop it!”

He circles his fingers around my most sensitive spot, and I have to pick up his coffee to hide my moan.

Snorting, Harvey shakes his head. “Blight, man, take it up with Tim, not me. I’m busy.”

“It doesn’t look like your busy,” he pouts. “Looks like you’re trying to chat her up.”

I hold up the report I was working on a few hours earlier. “Is this considered ‘chatting up’, Blight?”

Tim snorts. “Yea, Blight, you’re just saying that because you’re jealous Harvey gets bitches-“

“Tim! Language!” Blight snaps, and the two of them start yelling at each other again.

Through the yelling, Harvey’s fingers are sending me floating on cloud nine, and it’s impossible not to let at least something slip. I pretend to peer over his shoulder at his computer, letting out a whine in his ear.

“I know, baby, I know,” he replies, speeding up his fingers. “Shhh, darling, don’t let them hear us.”

I bite my tongue and swallow down a groan, hips shifting to ride on his very adept fingers. Middle and index inside me, thumb on my clit, and a few seconds later, I shudder and soak his fingers.

“Good girl,” he breathes in my ear, moving his hand to his mouth and making sure nobody’s watching before he licks it clean. “I’d like to do this again with my cock, not my fingers, if you’re free after work?”

[cherrynwinesk]

my first request is me not being an anon 🤭 anyway i saw ur quackity post about treating his s/o like a princess and i was like “AAWWWW QUE LINDOOOO” SO maybe u can do some headcanons of that? or lo que tu quieras 🤷‍♀️

(also i love the fact u do spanish and english content 🫶🏻 spanish is my first language so seeing content in my mother tongue is very warming 🫶🏻)

🍒: Mucha graciaaaaas!!! Creeme que yo también buscaba contenido en español y es súper limitado, y dije "no me voy a quedar esperando a que alguien más lo haga y voy hacerlo yo". Te lo voy a poner en ambos idiomas porque Quackity internacional. Gracias por tu apoyo, espero que mi blog sea un lugar seguro<333

Princess Treat Headcanon's ~ Quackity

Story g: Sfw / Soft

Language: English / Español

⚠️: None/Ninguno

CC's: Quackity, ElQuackity (bc both languages lol)

Reader g: Female / Femenino

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

»Español;

•Tiene su grado de caballerosidad siempre independientemente de quién sea la otra mujer, amigas, hermana, mamá, alguna familiar tuya

•Mientras te pretende, él siempre va a ser caballeroso

•Siendo novios esa caballerosidad es exclusiva, este trato no lo va a tener nadie más que tu

•Comenzando por lo básico, él siempre abrirá la puerta para ti, restaurante, casa o cualquier lugar. Quackity siempre abrirá la puerta para que tú puedas pasar primero sin tener que hacer el esfuerzo de empujar la puerta por tu propia cuenta

•Quackity también abre la puerta de su carro para ti, pero en este caso, una vez abierta la puerta él extiende su mano para que puedas tomarla y apoyarte en él para salir del asiento del copiloto

•Él nunca, nunca, va a llamarte con un insulto, ni por más pequeño que sea el insulto como "tonta" o cualquier otro

•Nunca va a faltarte el respeto haciendo comentarios sugerentes en momentos no indicados

•E incluso en momentos indicados, él siempre va hablarte o dirigirse hacia ti sin obsenidades

•Carga en su carro algunas sandalias o crocs cómodos por si en alguna cita tus zapatos empiezan a lastimar tus pies

•Quackity es un hombre proveedor

•Tus comidas siempre las paga él sin ninguna condición o esperar algo a cambio

•Siempre hay un pequeño detalle en tu cuerpo, como alguna cadena, pulcera o anillo que lo representen a él como tú novio

•Sin la necesidad de marcarte posesivamente

•"Está joya es un regalo de mi novio" y con eso él está presente en tu vida

»English;

•He always has his degree of chivalry regardless of who the other woman is, friends, sister, mother, any relative of yours.

•While you are dating, he's always going to be chivalrous.

•Being a couple that chivalry is exclusive, this deal will not have anyone else but you

•Starting with the basics, he will always open the door for you, restaurant, home or anywhere. Quackity will always open the door so you can go through first without having to push the door yourself.

•Quackity also opens his car door for you, but in this case, once the door is open he extends his hand so you can take it and lean on him to get out of the passenger seat

•He will never, never, call you an insult, no matter how small the insult is like "stupid" or any other

•He will never disrespect you by making suggestive comments at inappropriate times.

•And even at the right times, he will always talk to you or address you without obscenity

•Carry some comfortable sandals or crocs in his car in case your shoes start to hurt your feet on a date

•Quackity is a provider man

•Your meals are always paid for by him without any conditions or expecting something in return

•There is always a small detail on your body, like a chain, bracelet or ring that represents him as your boyfriend.

•Without the need to mark you possessively

•"This jewel is a gift from my boyfriend" and with that he is present in your life

[oleander-limerence]

General Info

“Are you afraid, darling?”

Requests: Open

♡ Kit | ♊️ | Infp | requests: open | practicing horror and romance writing♡

~Rules~

The mc will mainly be gender neutral or female but I do take male requests

I will write as often as possible but I have to focus on school and work, therefore I’d rather not be rushed. A gentle reminder or question about your request is acceptable :)

I will NOT write inc3st, p3d0ph1l1a, v0re, or anything else I add to this list in the future

☆ Fandoms I will write for ☆

Danganronpa

Genshin impact

The amazing digital circus

Dsmp

The coffin of Andy and Leyley

Original Characters

Masterlist

[imagines-babes]

Strange (Niki)

Another one, this idea came to me from a TikTok the creator @drag0nmistress the video basically is two women going on about their day till the end it was like all in her head or like a dreamso yeah. This is my first time writing a y/n x woman so let me know if I should continue writing y/n x female. Anyways the song on the TikTok was “Strange” by Celeste. So this is a cute and simple story so I hope you like it. So y’all next week for a story.

Niki list Masterlist

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Waking up to smell fresh bread in the kitchen. Walking up to only hear humming. Seeing the women of my dreams. Wearing pink dress with some floral. Her hair up in a ponytail with her bands and some hair on her face. "Morning Niki." Giving a smile she turned to me. "Oh hello y/n sorry if I happen to wake you up." She put pan on the table. "It's alright Niki I had to wake up anyway for today. To spend time with you." Going over to her with the bread as I tried to touch it only to get my hand hit by her. "These are hot and you can wait y/n." Bringing my hand back I laugh. "Well If I can't eat it yet. Can we at least go for a walk?" All she did was nod. Waking upstairs to put something formal. Something that she likes. Walking down in an hurry to see her waiting looking at the flowers we have both picked. The flowers were slowly dying so the walk was needed. "Let's go shall we?"

Walking around the to past some trees. The colors of everything were sweet and bright. The grass was greener. The flowers on certain trees were blooming. Niki and I were walking side by side with our hands brushing against each other. Till I held her. She started to smile gripping to my hand. We were both talking about many things. Everything she was saying to me. I just memorize her the way she talks. The way she is dedicated to something. Is one of the reason that I like her. She started to point out the flower walking ahead as our hands  were still connect. All I did was smile.

We stopped near a tree that she favorited.The reason why she favorited this tree so much it was on a hill honestly I think that why I liked this tree also. But I didn’t tell her. Laying down on the grass. We were cloud watching. We both pointed out different clouds. She picked and elephant in a car. I notice a dragon pushing a baby stroller. Turing my head, she start to put them out for me to see. I started to stare at her She would found the clouds as I just turn my head to stare at her. Sliding my fingers back into her hand. She stop talking feeling my hand hands on her. While I laugh. “Starstruck Niki” I laugh while she push me with her other hand. She brought herself closer to me.

Leaving the tree, walking back to a village buying more ingredients for us to make a cornbread. Hearing the music as we got closer. Niki was trying to buy things well I was focusing on the music. Turning back to Niki with a smile. “Let’s dance?” I asked her as she just look at me then outside to hear the music. “No one even dancing y/n” Looking back i nod, “ well maybe someone needs to start it first for other ti join,” asking her once more, “please Niki?” Bringing up a smile she nods. Bring her out while holding her hand. Pulling her close to me with a smile. We both started to dance. The music kept playing while we dance. Other joined but I hardly notice them. I only noticed Niki. Spinning her around to see her smile watching me. Spinning her back into me holding her close against my body. In the heat of the moment, I kiss her forehead. She was starstruck once again. Slowly smile one more as we both looks at each other once more.

Heading home to end the day, we ate the bread she made the morning with some soup. Everything was nice. Niki had a spare of clothes so she stayed over. Till the end of the night we both walked to a bench near my house. She sat while my head laid on her lap. She was playing with my hair as we both stargaze seeing the dipper. The constellations. The planets. It was amazing. Sad to say this was how the day had to end. Niki looked down at me as I smile back. She started to lean down to kiss me. Time was going slow. As I close my eyes as well.

Falling into a pit of darkness. Shortly waking up, opening my eyes to see no dress. No smell of bread in the morning. No Niki. I looked to the side to see no one there with me. Looking out a window to see the color was dull. Only to realize, I was alone in this cruel world.

[zikkytheblicky]

♡︎ you can call me zikky or any pet names if you prefer. I’m black and Jamaican— pronouns are he/him/they/them/theirs i’m transgender and bisexual !!

(REMAKE.)

⊹ FANDOMS ⊹

ও jjk (satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji zen’in, yuta okkutsu, kenjaku as geto, ryomen sukuna, masamichi yaga, kiyotaka ijichi, toge inumaki, aoi todo)

ꔛ csm (denji, aki hayakawa, kishibe, hirofumi yoshida, young kishibe)

✧ hazbin hotel (alastor, lucifer, angel dust, husk, sir pentious, vox.)

✦ astv (miles 42, hobie, miguel o’hara, spider noir)

⊹ demon slayer (tanjiro kamado, kyojuro rengoku, inosuke hashibara, sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui, giyu tomioka, obanai iguro, gyomei himejima, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, kagaya ubuyashiki, doma, gyutaro)

★ kpop groups (stray kids n SEVENTEEN)

(such little fandoms ik!! i don’t watch a lot of things/remember what i watch , sorry !!)

⊹ DNI LIST ⊹

-homophobes, transphobes, racists, antisemitics, zionists, trolls, isnotreal supporters, dsmp stans/fans, female readers (this includes SHE/THEY, SHE/HER, SHE/XE/THEY, etc.), people who sexualize itadori, sexists, pedophiles, rapists, sex offenders.

⊹ i WILL write

black male reader

feminine t!m/m reader chubby black male reader

trans black male reader

trans chubby black male reader

pre top surgery black male reader

pre top surgery chubby black male reader

pre bottom surgery black male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby black male reader

male reader

chubby male reader

Pre top surgery male reader

pre top surgery chubby male reader

pre bottom surgery male reader

pre bottom surgery chubby male reader

submissive t!m/m reader

switch t!m/m reader

feminine t!m/m reader

any kink besides body fluid ones and foot fetish

gay t!m/m reader

sugar daddy x sugar bby trope

any trope really except for those cringe ones like golden retriever x black cat idk those are just.. uhm. like just say introverted x extroverted trope if you really want that one!! (My op sorry.)

pet names , i love them. Except for those really.. cringe ones like "my little sugar waffle! " stop it. I will use different language ones too depending on the characters nationality.

fluff

smut

“ crack “

t!m/m reader with a core/style (any types of cores like aaliyah core for ex).

WILL NOT WRITE ⊹

any kink involving body fluids or foot fetish.

HEAVY angst (r@pe, HEAVY abuse, etc.)

m preg. Like i'll do the getting cummed inside of part but not the giving birth.. having kids.. like no sorry!! ( it makes me uncomfortable. )

mahito.

aged up characters

minors

fem readers (you guys tons of stories you'll be ok twin.)

✧ Thats it really i'll probs add more tho !!

⊹ i write in lowercase on purpose !! and sometimes space my punctuation (like this !! or this , or this . but i rarely space the period.)⊹

☆ if you’re black reader please inform about ur hairstyle/texture !! i don’t wanna accidentally just use the wrong hair texture/hair styler for you 💓.

request status: open ! ⊹

[aphroditesswan]

anywyas guys

i know my platform is SMALL ASF. but i wanna start writing just for fun yk!! will not write smut cuz i just don’t know how to sadly,, but i will write suggestive stuff along w short smut drabbles i just cannot go into detail w smut,, i will also share my personal headcanons for a lottt of these fandoms

this will also have my dni list!!

here are the fandoms i’ll write for -

genshin

tears of themis

honka star rail

bsd

assassination classroom

danganronpa

hunter x hunter

saiki k

ouran highschool host club

black butler

demon slayer

tokyo rev

toilet bound hanako kun

the promise neverland

obey me

arcane

camp camp (this fandom is SO DEAD)

spiderverse

haikyuu

dni -

racist

homophobs

transphobs

dsmp fans

anti shifters

basically the average dni criteria

if ur uncomfy w teens writing smut then js feel free to block me bro 🙏🙏

i cannot do male/amab reader becuz 1. men r NOT my target audience if i’m posting but y’all r totally welcome 2. this is very very self indulgent, so this will be made to cater to the requester and MYSELF. i am a bisexual (w female lean) woman w bpd nd extremely delulu u best believe imma be making shit for myself

there ofc will we gn reader where gender and body anatomy aren’t mentioned at all, but i js cant do male anatomy and i simply don’t wish too 😙😙

anyways please send in req!! i’m happy to write literally anything and if you DONT see a fandom on here that you’re interested in, request a character and i’ll do my best to research them if i can!