#dsmp x reader fluff

[pray4saint]

I need sapnap thoughts on after care on himself and u and in general .... those dream ones ...🦋🦋🦋🦋

anyway hope you're well ml!

🐈‍⬛anon

aftercare

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. implied and referenced sex. playful banter. established relationship. dream version.

a/n. hii 🐈‍⬛, i'm doing a bit better now, ty for asking n thank you for requesting / i ended up just doing him with his partner but yk

kissing all over your face, praising you for how well you did and telling you how much he loves you

definitely wants to take care of everything for you

tells you not to fall asleep while he leaves to get a shower

makes you go pee first and then you can shower together

he takes his time scrubbing up and down your body and running his hands through your hair with conditioner

washing your faces in the shower by simply splashing each other with the water you collect in your hands

also light kisses along your shoulders and neck and collarbone

helps you dry off out of the shower and adds product to your hair to protect it, also offers to braid it if it's long enough

insists you wear his clothes, even if you're going out

usually you'll sit on the edge of the bed and he'll offer you choices, so you get to pick clothes for the both of you

sends you to get snacks while he cleans up the bed, or the floor, or the sofa

random forehead kisses for the rest of the day !! do you know why he does it? no. are you complaining? no.

”you know if you keep this up i might just have to drag you back to bed.” you coo as his hands leave your hips after pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. he stops in his tracks and turns back to you. ”don't say that.” ”why not?” ”because i will take you right here.”

also if he was particularly rough he takes you to target or walmart to buy a new little trinket

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[showf4lls]

ɞ ― make a home in you; chuckle sandwich

cw + info! fluff, headcanons / no CWs

includes! ted nivison + charlie slimecicle + jschlatt

dedication! @ivyinnit

notes! i’m currently trying to get over a breakup and am kind of struggling w yearning atmo so this request (while old) was kind of perfect thank you for dropping into my askbox, ivy!! little update: it’s been so long since i’ve received this request, i know. it should’ve been easy to get it out quickly, but school absolutely melted me this semester. i know that ivy’s deactivated now, but in the case that she comes across it, i hope you enjoy beloved <3

TED

⎼ y’all schedule out laundry days together. it’s cute as fuck okok

⎼ forehead and cheek kisses while you’re on your way out the door

⎼ if he wakes up before you, he makes your morning drink of choice just the way you like it! though, he prefers to sleep in with you

⎼ if you don’t have any important plans for the day and you’ve set alarms just for the sake of waking up at a certain time, he turns them all off before you wake up. he wants to give you an opportunity to rest as much as you need to; your body will wake up when it’s ready

⎼ brunch dates! while you guys prefer to sleep in together, you alternate between sleeping in and waking up at a reasonable hour depending on your plans. ted really likes taking you out to brunch and just walking around window shopping with you after

⎼ if either of you are going somewhere important, the other will help them get ready and run through a mental checklist with them before they go in order to make sure the person leaving has absolutely everything they need

⎼ y’all are constantly doing bits. it’s kind of confusing for your friends, but neither of you care much because you’re just having a great time

⎼ ted is an absolute gentleman always, not just in the honeymoon phase. constantly opening doors for you, helping you put your sweater on when you’re leaving the house, opening the car door for you. stuff like that

⎼ he rubber ducks for you a lot. just sits down near you and listens, letting you work out your issues by talking it out without feeling awkward about it

⎼ he’s just overall a great listener and very in-tune with your needs. only gives advice and input when you ask for it, but he always makes an effort to validate your feelings. holds you when you need him to and steps back when he senses that you need space. also really good at problem solving and helping out when you get overwhelmed or have sensory overload

– when you have bad days, he has a tendency to go above and beyond. he cooks dinner for you, makes sure your comfy clothes are all washed and clean, and generally just makes sure you have to do as little as possible so that you have the proper space to calm down

CHARLIE

– you guys have rapid fire joke contests together, usually late at night when you’re sitting on kitchen counters, snacking. you go back and forth until either the two of you are laughing so hard that it would be physically impossible to keep going, or someone can’t come up with a joke fast enough

– you try to stay on the sleep cycle but you both tend to get a little out of whack every once in a while, so you have these phases of going to sleep at a decent hour and then going to sleep when the sun is about to come up

– as such, you guys have these phases of making spontaneous runs to the grocery store or gas station to get snacks, usually cereal for some reason. you get whatever you want and charlie never lets you pay for any of it. on the later nights, you guys sometimes experiment with new flavors of things or weird snack combinations

– he has a thing about always making sure you’re warm enough. you’re a little chilly? he’s pulling his sweater off and pulling it over your head. once you’re all comfy and settled, he’s on his way to turn on the heater. your feet are cold? he’s running to get you a pair of fuzzy socks and a blanket in case your legs are cold too. even when you’re about to leave the house -- it’s colder than 50 outside? he’s scrambling around the house, gathering gloves and scarves and beanies for you to take with you in case you get cold, even if they don’t match. no other options but you’re still cold? mans is wrapping himself around you, trying to use his body heat to warm you up himself. he hates when you’re chilly and uncomfortable :[

– brings you home little presents all the time. literally anything that remind him of you. you have a collection of buttons and keychains that he’s seen while walking through shops. he also steals cool props from videos and projects to give to you. you have a little collection going

– loves pda all the time, but not always cuddling (which can sound confusing, but let me explain). he likes casual pda with you around the house, whether it be you resting your feet in his lap while you both lounge across the couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back on his legs while you watch a movie, him putting a hand on the small of your back while he moves around/behind you, holding onto your hand until you’ve walked out of reach, gently pressing his knuckles into your back while you’re laying on the other side of the bed and facing away from him. likes to be touching you when he can be but in little ways that aren’t super overwhelming (mostly because i feel like you’d both be too fidgety to just cuddle)

– some of your most domestic moments are spent in the kitchen, usually cooking dinner together. it’s light and warm and it feels so much like home that you sometimes find yourself questioning if it’s all real. he’s right there to tell you it is. but back to dinner. he loves cooking for you, and you love cooking for him. it’s all laughter and winding down from work days and gentle hugs and swaying together as he hums for you

SCHLATT

– it’s a little hard to find domestic moments with schlatt off the top of your head, but they’re there when you look for them. they’re quiet, but they’re ever present

– he sleeps a lot, meaning that you usually wake up before him. if he’s sleeping light enough to hear you get up, he’ll roll over, half asleep, wrap his arms around your middle, and pull you back into his chest, mumbling a groggy “ten more minutes, babe. i’ll be up then, jus’ ten more minutes.” it’s never just ten more minutes

– he picks you up and carries you around a lot. not in the typical way. if he thinks you’re working yourself too hard, he’ll grab you from your desk and throw you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch and forcing you to watch a movie with him. or you’ll be sleepily making yourself a snack in the kitchen and he’ll grab you from behind, just wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up. he carries you, complaining and squirming, the whole way to your room and tells you it’s nap time

– you guys have a lot of nap dates. it’s an easy, sweet block of time for you guys to spend together, hazy and together while napping on and off. if one of you wakes up, you get to fondly watch the other nap until you fall asleep again. watch the easy rise and fall of their chest, run a hand through their hair, trace gentle patterns on their skin, play with their fingers, listen to the beating of your heart

– you do the dishes together. you wash and schlatt dries. sometimes you get into towel fights or start flicking water at each other with your fingers

– schlatt follows you out of bed when you get up in the middle of the night. he’d never admit it, but he has a hard time sleeping without you. he hates waking up to a cold bed. so when the clock blinks 3:17 and he feels around to find nothing beside him, even if your side of the bed is still warm, he huffs and gets up. pads through the house with puffy, tired eyes until he finds you. wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head. “what are you doin’ outta bed?” he never waits for your response, just starts ushering you back to your room

– really likes seeing you in his clothes, again, not that he would ever admit it. he’ll purposely “forget” to do your laundry so that you have to start wearing his hoodies, tee shirts, sweats, etc. it just gives him the warm fuzzies, seeing you be so comfortable and cozy in his clothes

– hangs on you a lot on days when there’s nothing to do. he’s pretty idle about it, too, kind of like a character accessory. sometimes you just have to go around the house doing your stuff with this big man hanging off of you because you don’t have the heart to tell him to leave you alone for an hour or two to get your work done

[lillyspeakz]

was gonna ask this anonymously but fuck it. brain rot 🤷🏻‍♀️

thoughts on wilbur fucking you in his tour bus bunk late at night? you both cant sleep and theres so little space. hes trying to keep you quiet, hand over your mouth and whispering filthy things in your ear. hes either fucking you with his fingers or... hes fucking you with his cock while the bus is rocking slightly...

all i can think about is him saying something along the lines of "keep quiet darling, wouldn't want to wake anyone with your sweet sounds now would we?"

FUCKK

Omfg- I think I wrote something like this before but fuck this is a beautiful thought-

Also I love his hands too much- but if people like this one I will do the other one too ;)

tw: wils possessive but- fingering, HANDS, praise, degradation, choking, fingers down throat, ummmmm, let’s just say you love his fingers as well :) (I’m exposing myself with this one! ) AFTERCAREEEEEEEE

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“Fuck- you’re so wet baby. Been thinkin’ about me I see.” Wilbur smirked as he eased his fingers inside you, words slurred from the tired creeping over him as he started to kiss and suck at your neck. His thumb reached up to rub at your clit, slow and easy, as is fingers slowly curled up into you, a muffled squelching noise following after each one.

The actions were slow and steady for a while, hands gripping at his hair and the other holding onto his arm, grinding yourself on his hand. You bit your lip as hard as you could, practically drawing blood as you held back moans and whines for centuries.

“So good for me baby, always take me so well. Once we’re off this fucking bus, I’ll fuck you whenever you’d like, ruin you like I always do. Know you fucking love that-“ Wilbur’s words were harsh as he looked up at you, making a show of what he was doing to you and the effect he knew he had. You whimpered slightly as Wilbur came up and placed his lips on yours in a bruising kiss, sucking and pulling at your bottom lip, tongue pushing its way through to tangle with yours.

Soon enough, Wilbur got bored of the slow, sweet pace. He pulled his fingers out and started fucking you fast, thumb pressed down on your clit and rubbing it as he moved. The speed change and the stimulation caught you off guard, making you break the kiss and gasp out- but your moan got cut off by a hand tightly covering your mouth.

“Be quiet darling- don’t want to wake any of the boys with your sweet, beautiful noises yeah? That’s only for me.” Wil hissed out the last part, possessiveness coating his sweet words as he started to fuck his fingers back into you, hitting the places he knew made you see stars.

Your arousal dripped down his fingers and onto his hand as he watched you fall apart. Moans and whines being muffled from his strong hand, eyes burning into yours as he smirked down at you with so much power it was scary. Yet you loved it. You grabbed at his wrist that held the hand on your mouth, pulling it away slightly and maneuvering his fingers down your throat, humming against them as they fit perfectly in it.

“Oh you fucking slut. Like my fingers that much huh? Like when I gag you? Let me push in a little-“ he slide his fingers further down, making you gag around the digits, spit falling out from your mouth as you got used to the further intrusion. “More. Fucking look at you. Only for me to use, to see, to ruin. No one fucking else, and if they ever get the opportunity, they better be damn thankful.” Wilbur growled once more as his fingers picked up pace, reaching his fingers deeper, hitting your cervix over and over again, fucking you dumb on his fingers.

Spit ran down the sides of your mouth as your eyes rolled back into your head, the movement of his fingers and his words that were so dirty, being whispered like a love letter. You’re grip on his wrist tightened, nails creating crescent moons on his skin as your hips bucked and grinded against his hand.

You’re eyes looked up into his pleasure filled ones, reeling at how dirty this was, fucking you with his calloused fingers and scar ridden hands, his other hand absorbing all your sounds as he whispered little things to you, making sure no one heard any of you.

“Come on baby, cum for me. I know you want to- know you want to be loud for me, want to make a big mess on my hands, let the boys know who fucks you so good every night, fucks your attitude straight when your being a brat. Come on baby, let them know..” Wilbur took his fingers from your throat and wrapped his hand back around your neck, placing pressure on the outsides so you could still breath.

Your mouth fell open at his ongoing words, praising you at how good you were and demanding you to make noises for him, to show him how good you are. You knew he was only saying it for the hell of it, but you needed too.

“Fuck- Wil-“ your sentence was cut short as Wilbur placed his lips on yours, sucking all the noises out of your throat and down his own, the kiss sloppy and rushed. Your moans and whines being muffled by the mans lips and own groans as he felt you clench around his fingers tightly, your arousal and orgasm filling his senses and coating his hand.

The kiss turned soft and sweet as your body went limp in his hold, his fingers slowly leaving you as you whined at the soft drag and sudden emptiness. Wilbur broke the kiss as he cooed at you, placing soft kisses on your cheek and the spots on your neck he once squeezed tightly, soothing them with his soft lips so the redness would hopefully go down. His hand that was once around your neck now rubbed gentle strokes on your cheek as your breath fell back into rhythm and your hand fell into his hair, rubbing his scalp as his head fell into your chest.

“So good. Always good for me baby.” Wilbur whispered out to you, as he looked up at you with a smile. Smiling back, your eyelids half open as sleep washed over you, letting out a yawn as Wilbur giggled at you.

Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he placed his fingers that were once inside you on his tongue, groaning at the taste as you let out a whine, embarrassed by his actions. His laugh brought you back, looking up at him as he let his fingers go with a pop.

“Hmm that was a good preview…. Can I have more?” The man joked as you shoved his shoulders back away from you, a smile on your face as you told him to shut up, another yawn breaking through as Wilbur started to get out of the bunk. “Ok, come on. Bathroom, water, then sleep, promise.” Wilbur held his hand out to you, your smaller one graciously taking it, letting him drag you to the small room that had toilet and a sink.

After what seemed like forever, the silence being comfortable and nice in the moment, the soft rocking of the bus making you dose off on the toilet slightly, you both finally had your way out. Wilbur shut the light out and grabbed your hand, yet as you went to leave, a loud snore broke through the room next to you.

Turning around, you both saw Joe sprawled out on the big mattress on the back of the bus blankets askew and pillows pushed off. Giggling at the scene in front of you, you grabbed Wil’s phone from his pocket, taking a quick picture of the man with Wilbur’s encouragement.

“You bet your ass we’re getting that bed tomorrow..then I can actually show you how much you mean to me-“

“Wilbur-“

“Can you blame me?! I’m a deprived man, baby! I need something-“

[ieatedyourcrayons]

Superchats

Cc!Quackity x Gn!reader

(inspired by an Ai bot i made!)

No warnings other than the word “Stupid.”

Quackity was on stream rambling about random things and yelling at his chat while you were in yalls shared bed.

You were getting ready for bed and decided to put his stream on for some background noise, turning it down low.

You laid down in bed, pulling the covers over you and letting the warmth pull you in, that’s until a yell sounded through the house.

“no , what ! ugh Shut up chat!” Quackity yells between laughs from his streaming room. you groan as you sit up in bed and decide to mess with chat and quackity a little.

you giggle to yourself as you pick up your phone and open the stream and send in a super chat. Quackity gave you access to send free superchats whenever you wanted, you didn’t use the feature much though as you didn’t care for it that much.

YourUsername: “Can you pls shut up” pops across Quackitys stream and is read out loud in a robotic voice.

Quackity immediately burst out in laughter that you hear from the room, chat is rolling. “Y/n!!” “they’re here!!” “get him y/n” and various other messages roll through chat.

“Sorry love, chat is just being completely stupid” Quackity says with sarcasm, saying the “Stupid” with fake aggression.

YourUsername: “yeah yeah just be quiet. gotta get my beauty sleep”

Chat is rolling with “Lol’s” “let y/n eep” “quackity getting fussed attttt :0”

“Oh yeah, as if you need more beauty” Quackity replies with a fake smug look on his face. you roll your eyes at his antics as you turn your phone back off and tuck yourself back in. Quackity making a mental note to keep his volume down

I hope you guys like it! this is the first one shot i’ve made and it was inspired by a character ai bot that i made! definitely give feed back!

[yawn-junn]

😭😭

[cherrynwinesk]

I know this is roleplay, but by these vibes I mean Quackity would treat his partner like a princess.

[whygalaxy]

Little Bunny

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Bunny Hybrid!Fem!Reader

♡⃕ Summary} “You were found injured, Quackity is forced to take care of you. He ends up having feelings for you, and you end up going into heat."

♡⃕  TW.} Heat; NSFW; Smut; Breeding Kink; Slight Size Kink; Innocent Kink.

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. I'm sorry if this fanfic seems kinda bad, I made it while I was dying (I was sick)

You were found by Sam in the middle of the forest, injured, looking like you had been attacked by some type of predator. You were so small and fragile. A little hybrid bunny, you couldn't stay here alone… Sam felt sorry for you, and decided to help you.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

“I’m not keeping her!” Quackity says in an irritated tone while smoking his cigar. Sam lets out an irritated sigh, "Come on Quackity, she's hurt, I can't keep her, I have to monitor Dream!" He counters. Quackity grumbled, rolling his eyes, you were useless to him. You were so small, you looked so fragile, besides being a bunny, what could you do but run and get scared? “Ugh, Right! I’ll stay with her, but if she does anything, I’ll throw her in your face!”

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

“Thank you very much again, for accepting me Mr. Quackity!” You say, walking behind him like a begged puppy. Quackity rolls his eyes, it was the tenth time you've thanked him… "Okay, whatever…" He says, taking you to his office, you held a bucket with water and sponge in your little hands. “In order for you to stay here, you have to be useful.” He says, as he opens the office door, he turns to you. “You will do everything I say, do you hear me? I don’t want you to leave this office until everything is sparkling!” He says looking at you, you nod quickly. Your bunny tail was wagging anxiously.

So it was done, you obeyed everything he say. Being completely grateful to him for accepting you, you cleaned, cooked, and even ran a bath for him. Quackity hated to admit it, but he was starting to have feelings for you, you were so cute… you always did whatever he demanded, no matter what it was… He enjoyed your company, your innocent and adorable aura always made him feel better.

Everything was going well…

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

“Hey Charlie, have you seen the little bunny?” Quackity asked, worried about you. Little bunny was the affectionate nickname Quackity had given you. You were always punctual, and when you were late, you always apologized, usually you counted too many carrots in your sleep. But you hadn't been anywhere in the casino all day.

“The little bunny hasn’t left her bedroom all day.” Charlie says innocently. Quackity was thoughtful, why wouldn't you leave your room all day?… Worried, he goes to your room, he tries to open the door but… it's locked… He found that strange, you never left your room locked… " Bunny? Is everthing okay?" he asked, but didn't receive any response.

Worried, he takes the spare key to your room and unlocks the door. He enters and closes the door. Only to find you, totally naked, your little fingers inside your tiny pussy, trying to give you some kind of pleasure… Ah, what a lovely sight… You were in heat…

"Little Bunny?" Quackity calls out, you were startled by his sudden voice. You quickly remove your fingers from inside you, sitting on the bed with your legs closed, your cheeks red with embarrassment as you looked at him, breathing heavily.

“My poor little bunny… you need help, don't you?…” Quackity says in a cocky smile, locking the bedroom door. You nod desperately, tears in your big eyes. You needed him to touch you… Fill you…

He walks over to your bed, sitting next to you. You invitingly open your legs, wanting him to touch you, and he does.

He starts rubbing your clit, feeling how wet you were. So he sticks two fingers inside you, they slide in easily because of how wet you were. You moan, never feeling this stretched, his fingers being so much bigger than yours. Quackity moves his fingers in and out quickly, making you moan and cry. You were so sensitive…

“Quackity… Please…” You beg, desperate to have his cock fill you. You were a needy little thing… He smiles, removing his fingers from inside you, you whimper at the loss of contact. He takes off his clothes, letting out a satisfied sigh when his erection is finally free, you look at his cock, drooling, it was big and thick… It made you want him even more.

He grabbed a handful of your hair, placing your head against the pillow. He grabs your hips, lifting them up and holding them tightly. Your bunny tail was wagging happily, and your pussy was wet in a way that invited him.

So, he shoves hiscock inside your tiny tight hole. You scream in pain and pleasure, having never felt so stretched before, Quackity gives you time to adjust, before starting to fuck you hard. His thrusts were fast and strong.

You moaned loudly with pleasure, very sensitive due to your heat. Quackity's thrusts were strong, his cock constantly hitting your bruised womb, threatening to enter at any moment. He grabs your bunny ears, making you cum, since your ears were so sensitive.

“Quackity!” You cry out, your hot walls squeezing his cock tightly. This pushes him to the limit. “I’m going to cum!” He groans, you let out a moan, desperate to be filled, "Please! Come inside me! Fill me!" you beg him to cum inside you. So he does, cumming inside you, filling your womb.

Quackity pulls out of you, releasing your hips. You fall onto the mattress, completely exhausted and tired. Quackity does the same, falling to your side, he catches you and pulls you into his chest, grabbing the blanket that was on the floor and covering you both. Both panting and sweaty from the intense activity.

“Thank you… Thank you…” You whimper, snuggling into his chest, your bunny tail wagging happily. Quackity smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re welcome, my little bunny.” he says with affection in his voice.

"I love you…." You say, smiling starting to sleep on his chest, feeling loved and protected in his big strong arms. He laughs, thinking you're an adorable little thing, you were so small, you fit perfectly in his arms. “I love you too… My little bunny”

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[dewdr0pz]

Ok hear me out… scare actor reader and Wilbur who just wanted to go to a haunted house and then boom he’s like “oh no. The serial killer is pretty” you can use ur imagination for the rest this is just the caffeine talking to me with fanfic ideas :)

🔪 Is That Too Scary for You? 🔪

Summary: Headcanons about how Wilbur would act if he saw you, the reader, being pretty & a fake serial killer in a haunted house

A/N: HOLY SHIT. I LOVE THIS IDEA! Again, very sorry that it's only headcanons (idk if I'm even using the right term anymore lol), I'm extremely burnt out & tired rn. also tysm for the asks! it's been keeping me busy af & i love it! Also, the title was based off of the song I Think I'm Okay =)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!actor!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @thewheelersgaygaragelights @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren (pls let me know if you do/don't want to be tagged!)

warnings/cw: scary stuff, reader is a scare actor (you're basically a fake serial killer), fake blood, the people with Wilbur & Tommy on the vlog getting jumpscared, reader pretending to k!ll Wilbur, Wilbur having a dream about the reader

genre: fluff/horror

Wilbur would probably be accompanied by the Sorry Boys for a Tom Simons vlog

Wilbur probably wouldn't want to go in the first place because he;d get scared easily

So when they do get inside the haunted house, they learn that everyone who's in the haunted house now becomes part of a challenge. They now have to escape the haunted house without being killed by any of the creatures/ghosts or you, the serial killer. It's basically just an escape room

When he first hears your menacing voice behind him, he stops walking. Not out of fear, but out of awe.

↑↑ You laughed creepily. "It seems I have some visitors here today..." Wilbur stopped in his tracks & Tommy turned the camera towards Wilbur. He was staring at you in awe. "Wilbur, stop being a simp & run!" Tommy laughed, pulling Wilbur away from you. "...Tommy, the serial killer's hot."

He basically tried to find any way to bring the group closer to you. He thought you were really pretty.

Would definitely 'die' first just to hang out with you

If you pinned him to the wall to 'k!ll' him, he would be so fcking flustered

↑↑ "Nowhere left to run..." you chuckled. You stabbed two of your fake knives into his shirt sleeves to pin him to the wall. "Any last words?" & Wilbur would be crushin' & blushin' so damn hard as he said, "Honestly? Uh you're really pretty & I kinda want your number if it isn't too much to ask-"

He ended up letting you 'k!ll' him so that you could bring him to where the people who were eliminated stayed until the attraction was over & you two just talked for an hour or so

& then you were stabbing him to death in his dreams <3

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁���🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

Like

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

[nikaizkool]

Quackity's s/o has a fat ass that his fan noticed and sum them would say in "she really got that GYAT!" When she's around

he’d be so jealous like fr.

“CHAT SHUT UP ABOUT MY GIRLFRIENDS ASS, LISTEN I know it’s great I know it’s amazing and holy shit it claps when she walks but SHUT UP ABOUT IT”

He’d try to joke but he’s really upset and he’d just grab your ass in public in case any fans were around coz he want them to know what’s his 😝😝

[dogstarbytes]

promise me you'll never leave

pairing: jschlatt x gender neutral reader

pronouns used: they/them

summary: you comfort schlatt after he has a nightmare

trigger warnings: fear of abandonment, angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares

w.c: 604

schlatt wasn't a stranger to having nightmares; he had them often. they weren't vivid or complex or scary, even, just weird. tonight was different, though. his mind wasn't in the best place that day, it was restless and loud. anxious.

he tossed and turned, soft groans leaving his lips as he dreamed. he could see you; your face was clear as the morning sky. beautiful. he smiled, reached out to caress your cheek. you smiled back with a hum. you traded i love you's with each other; he promised he'd never forget you. you didn't say anything.

then, you started to fade. his smile dropped. 'no, no.. please, god, no..'

his mind became a whirlwind—where did you go? why did you leave? 'please come back...'

"j." your voice started ringing in his head, a soft, almost angelic tone.

"j," you breathed against the shell of his ear, shaking him from his nightmare. your arm was snaked around his waist protectively. "i'm right here, baby. i'm right here."

his eyes peeled open slowly, adjusting to the faint light shining through the curtains. his hand found yours; he squeezed. you're here. you're right here. you're not gone.

he shifted, twisting his body so he's facing you. he reached out, his thumb grazing against your cheek before cupping it. he can feel you; you're here. you're still here.

"sweetheart.." he let out a shaky breath before wrapping his large arm around your waist, pulling you against him in a tight, protective embrace. "fuck..."

"i know. i know, big guy," you whispered, rubbing soothing circles into his side. "i'm right here. i got you."

he breathed you in, his fingers gripping you so tight he was scared he'd bruise you; he knew you didn't care about that, though.

"it was a dream?" he asked, his voice shaky. you nodded.

"just a dream, baby," you reassured, pressing your lips to his temple. "just a dream."

he let out an heavy, uneven sigh of relief. but, despite your reassurance, he was still scared. he didn't want to forget you, to lose every memory he's made with you. to lose you.

"please never leave me," he whispered, his arm tightening its hold around your waist, the thought of if he let go of you, you'd fade away. leave. forever. "please."

you nodded, pressing another kiss against his temple. "i'm not going anywhere, baby."

"promise me."

you brought a palm to cup his chin, tilting his head to look at you. "i promise, j. cross my heart."

he nodded slightly, his eyes flicking all over your face, as if memorizing every tiny detail, every insignificant feature, burning them to his memory. you let him.

he swallowed around the lump in his throat, letting out a shaky breath. "thank you."

you smiled softly, stroking his cheek gently, soothingly, reassuring that he wasn't dreaming anymore. "always, j."

he pulled you against him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

you're still here. you're not gone. he hasn't forgotten you. you haven't left. you're still in his arms, in his bed—your bed—against his chest. holding each other like your lives depended on it; in a way, that wasn't so far off from the truth.

"i love you, j." you whispered against his cheek, your arms around his waist like a lifeline.

"i love you more, sweetheart," he breathed, pressing a gentle kiss against the bare skin of your shoulder. "more than i can say."

schlatt didn't like having nightmares; they brought his worst fears to the forefront of his mind. but he could tolerate them just a little more when he has you.

———

a/n: hi !! so- first schlatt oneshot , hope you all enjoyed :3 i reallyyyy wanna write for him again (and ted) so pleaseeeeee feel free to leave me some requests in my ask ;3

[lillyspeakz]

Ok! Full idea from @christinalvjyy !!!

Snaps you’d post if you were dating Wilbur!

warnings: sexual innuendos but nothing bad! Honestly all cute things!

[bloodyboi]

Smut readers and writers, I have a question. How do you feel about people that write about characters that are canonically minors in smut work?

[stonedficz]

✰ star shaped ✰ ch. 4 ❛i think i like more than just this food❜

[schlatt x streamer!reader]

ch. 1 / ch. 2 / ch.3

a/n: this is not revised. enjoy!!! more to come!!

In the time between the soon-to-be collab, you were blasting your socials with content. Any thing you could post - you were. It may be best to mention.. none of it was about Schlatt.

You were blogging, vlogging, live streaming, everything. No matter if it was to one person, or your NEW highest viewer count on twitch, 25.

Twenty-five people were watching you. You continued to cook on live, vlog your college experience, and blog your thoughts. You kept every avenue different. That’s how you start to get traction - versitality. If you can livestream your recipes, but document something else on a different platform, you get to see what works best. Maybe even switch it around a little. God only knows you needed the money.

Any way this went, you were about to get some sweet, sweet daydream time with Schlatt. Like he said - this could never help you blow up at all, it’s really up in the air if this will even do anything. At the least, you could try.

It reached Tuesday night. You were viciously anxious. What to do?

Nothing better than, of course, streaming. And, here you were, chopping and prepping your ingredients in front of a WHOPPING 30 people for your lunches this week.

“Soooo, guys, good news!” you slid some chopped onions to caramelize in a pan, grinning, despite the looming anxiety over tomorrow. “I got a raise at work! I’ve been hostessing for a few years now at a higher-end restaurant - it’s locally owned and they told me that since I started, they have had raving reviews. Something about mentioning me by name, specifically, for excellent service over 100 times in these past few years. I just - God, I felt honored.” you sighed, smiling and shaking your head. This was a great way to get your mind off things.

“I’m just - I’m REALLY excited. I got a three dollar raise. That’s insane. The family that owns the place has basically become my own family. It means so much that they think this highly of me.”

‘that’s so deserved babe! you seem awesome. luv u!’ applez2apple donated $1.

“Oh my God -“ you gasped, hearing the audio play for the donation. “Thank you! You’re so sweet!” That was your first ever donation. A buck. Guess it’s better than your 2cents? (a/n:teehee)

After you had finished your week’s worth of meals, you decided to stream editing your next youtube video. It was just your face and some background music as you typed, but you were enjoying it. Slowly but surely, the viewer count slowly dropped. When you first noticed, it was down to 10. Only a few minutes later, it was down to one.

“Hey bud.” you smiled, seeing the number having dropped all the way down. You were surprised, by this point, that you even had one. You didn’t bother to look to see who it might be though, you were deep in concentration on your video editing.

‘figured i’d pop in to see how the socials were going. doin’ good so far huh? you had 30 some people earlier. it’s no 200k, but imagine all those people in the room with you.’ jschlatt donated $40.

As your eyes traced the border of the twitch tab, trying to see who sent a message, they shot open in shock.

Oops. There was no hiding this reaction. Your face turned a deep red as you covered your mouth with your hand. “My God!” you yelled at the camera. “You- you scared the shit out of me!” your eyes scanned to make sure the automated voice was right and it wasn’t a troll. “Holy…” you were trying to make sense of what was going on. A message dropped into the chat.

jschlatt: ‘what? you think i’m fuckin with you? i told you i enjoyed your shit’

You shook your head and sighed, leaning back in your chair, “Yeah, honest to God I don’t know what I thought happened.” you tried to catch your breath. “Thank you - by the way! That’s a LOT of money for me! You just fed me for like, a week or two.” you laughed in shock as you saved the video file and minimized the tab, focusing on fixing how you looked for him. He was watching you now. You were an object. It felt good.

jschlatt: ‘small dose of my appreciation for the stuff you put out. don’t get just groceries. we can talk more about that later. i’m going to bed now, see you in the morning’

“Oh - okay!” your breath hitched as you shoved some hair behind your ear, leaning forward. “Goodnight! I’m super excited to work with you tomorrow!” grinning widely, you fluttered your eyes subtly at the screen and camera. You knew he was watching - that viewer count still said one. You were gonna look as good as possible for as long as possible.

—————.

He started typing up another message.

‘Go to bed, you know you’re gonna regret it if you don-

click click click click.

“No, I shouldn’t. She’ll get the wrong idea.” he couldn’t help but run his hand down his face. He left the stream, shut his laptop off, and leaned back. “Shit.” a heavy sigh left his mouth. Shaking his head, he stood up to head to bed. “Jambo, what the fuck man.” His eyes glanced over to his sweet boy on the bed.

“What is going on with me lately?” he sat on his bed, hunched over on his phone. “I can’t believe I sent her money.” shaking his head, he set alarms for tomorrow morning. “I feel kind of guilty,” he sighed petting Jambo and [REDACTED] on his bed. “That might get out. People are gonna lose their shit if it does.”

His eyes wandered back to the phone in his hand. “She stopped streaming when I left.”

‘What was that at the end anyways? I’m just.. i can’t tell if I’m being tricked by this bitch. Am I being manipulated? Is she crazy? Maybe I’m the crazy fucker for doing this collab. Maybe I just… fuck. I shouldn’t ‘ve agreed to this. Fuck. Fuck.”

Jambo curled up into a peaceful slumber on his lap, purring as Schlatt’s hand laid on him.

“I guess it’ll be fine. I got nothin’ to lose.” his hand ran over his tired face again, laying down for bed.

———————

The next morning, you had everything set up according to plan. This was going to work out exactly as you had wanted and dreamed of.

Were you manipulative?

A small part of your mind turned on itself. ‘what if i am manipulating this whole situation?’ your breath hitched. ‘what is he’s letting me? what if he’s into it?’

You sighed. ‘well, I know he’s not into it, but God. I gotta fix myself. This attitude.. it’s not what he would respect.’

In ten minutes you were going to call, set up, and record your first collab with your all time favorite person. The plan was to try and make homemade pulled pork sandwiches on the stovetop, something seemingly very unorthodox and probably just really hard. Why the stovetop? For fun. Why did he agree to this? No one knows. All you know is this is about to be the time of your life. You get to record yourself and he’s going to send you all of his video to edit into your own… you were going to have so much raw content of him. He was such eye candy.

“God,” you sighed, laying your head down on your bed just for a moment before calling him. “I’m obsessed I guess. But maybe.. this will die down if I just enjoy this as much as possible. He would tell me to stay in the moment, I think.

Shit. What do I talk to him about? What casual chitchat do we even bother trying?

Oh no. No, no no no no. The recipe is for pulled pork.” you looked down at Jeremy as he bathed himself. He looked up dumbly in reply. “That means hours. Slow roasting. Unused time.” your eyes went wide.

“How do I talk to him for hours? Do we hang up and call again when the food is done? Oh my Lord, dude, I am STUPID.” you laughed at the terribly poor planning. Of course, it was you who was unprepared. You thought of conversation ideas as you made sure you looked perfect for him. And for the viewers. But mainly for him.

Your kitchen was spotless.

It was time. You rang him on discord. He picked up.

“Hii buddy! How are you?” you exclaimed, fixing the positioning of your laptop on the counter, lining the framing up with the camera you had centered on your counter.

He was so hot.

“I’m good, good.” he smirked and nodded in reply, giving a soft chuckle. “Got everything ready? Lights-camera-action?”

“Ohh yeah baby,” your breath hitched. That was a… choice of.. word. “You know me. I over prepare, even.”

“Can’t relate,” he sighed, shoving what looked like the last bite of a bagel into his mouth. “I’m still fuckin’ eatin’ breakfast.”

“Fair.” nodding, you brought an iced coffee into frame, sipping it.

“Basic ass bitch.” he mocked with a mouthful. “Lemme guess - iced coffee? Vanilla? Tons of fuckin’ creamer?” he shook his head in what seemed to be a loving-mockery way.

“ERRRRRRRR. Wrong. Caramel iced latte.” you sipped again, pointing at the camera with a wink.

“Shit. You got me. Ton of MILK then.”

“Mhm.”

“Are you fuckin’ ready yet or are we gonna chat about this all day?”

Your stomach dropped. This was about to be another bold choice.

“You know me - I could stand for either, you’re my idol.” you smiled sweetly, picking up some tongs.

He squinted slightly. You don’t know that even he noticed, but you did. He shook his head and smirked.

“Yeah, yeah, fuckin’ weirdo. Get your dumb fuckin’ camera on and let’s get this over with. Bitch.” he muttered that last part.

Oh, you had him. Hook line and sinker baby. He wasn’t totally tired of you yet - this was gonna be good.

————

After your mid point of the video - that is, all prep work done, you turned the stove on.

“Now - guys - I have never done this before. Y’all know first times are dangerous for me. Cooking, I mean.” you stuttered to the camera recording for your youtube.

“Me too.” Schlatt started to do a bit, standing in front of the camera, blank faced. He slowly picked up something out of frame, standing back up with Jambo in his arms. “I bet this will taste real good.”

Your face dropped. At least, you were pretending it did, with the bit. “Schlatt. We talked about this. You signed a contract.” You watched as he blankly inched Jambo closer to the pot on his stove. “NO. NO SCHLATT.” you started to crack, fake tears welling up in your eyes as you snorted. You started laughing.

He cracked too. He started chuckling. Really hard. Why was this so funny? Why did both of you enjoy one small bit so much?

“Okay, anyways,” you wiped the fake tears conjured off your cheeks. “Time to set the timer! We’ve added everything. This is one of those ‘leave it alone’ dishes, perfect for people who don’t like micromanaging their meals, or like ‘dump it’ meals. Generally speaking, this is supposed to be easy. We’ll see.” Your eyes widened in judgement of the interpretation of ‘easy’, letting out a small laugh. “We’ll be back in six hours!’ you sighed, putting your hands out to the camera. Schlatt nodded, rubbing his facial hair.

“God, fuck,” he sighed, leaning against his counter.

“So.” you smiled and leaned against your counter, fixing your hair. "Six hours to go. I think.. I picked the wrong recipe." you laughed in mild defeat.

“Shit, fuck yeah you did.” he chuckled, picking up his laptop and sitting at the desk he streams at. “You better know you fuckin’ owe me for this, for the record. Six hours is fucking insane. I would never do shit like this.” he sat in his chair and leaned back, sipping some water.

You smiled, sipping your iced coffee. “Why did you do it if you hate this so much?"

He sighed again, looking at the screen. At you. Maybe. “Because, like I said, I respect your shit. I keep up with what you do because you try to make it meaningful, what you love, whatever.” he shook his head.

“Tell me - what’s your plan for this six hours we have to burn?” you poked again, intrigued.

“I don’t fuckin’ know.” he laughed a little. “Like I said, poor planning. Might take a nap or some shit. Get groceries. Why?”

“Just curious. I was wondering if you’d be open to talking for a bit. Not the whole time, obviously, but part of it. I have waited like.. five years to meet you? I have some fan questions." You smiled sweetly, giggling a little.

“Yeah, let’s just do it.” he rolled his eyes. “Better now than later.”

————

‘She's gettin’ on my last fucking nerve. Bein’ all girly, flirty, whatever the fuck. She knows what she's doing. Weird fucker. Parasocial bitch.

Who am I kidding,’ Schlatt thought to himself, sitting in his office. He watched you on his screen. His eyes flickered away from your face and to around your room as you walked. 'I'm as bad as her at this point.'

. . .

“Is just like, maybe an hour okay? I don’t wanna take up too much of your time if you have other things to do. I'm just so, so excited to be doing a project like this with you." you took your laptop to your bedroom, sitting it on your comforter as you sat in front of it.

"It's fine." he sighed with a small laugh. "You're already talking a fuck ton." he shook his head with that same smile.

"First question." you sighed, pulling the blanket up over your lap. "Do you view this collab like you did with Tommy donating to you - or whatever he did to talk to you? Wasn't he on your discord server as a fan and you admitted that it was all, what - some elaborate cash grab?" you held a soft face, ready for whatever answer came.

"First off," he sighed, shaking his head in frustration. "That was a unique situation that still occurs with lots of creators. You need to understand, we do this for a living, even if we enjoy it. If I have no other revenue streams besides donos from kids, of course I'm gonna feed into it. They'll give me more fuckin' cash if I do."

Ooof. That hit. He's truthful to a fault.

"Secondly," he sat back up in his chair, holding Jambo. "No, this isn't that. Bitch - oh my God," chuckling, he messed with my hair. "Listen, we both know you aren't big right now. On anything. This is almost charity work. I mean this in the least offensive way," he tilted his head down but kept his eyes on the screen. "I went into this knowing I wouldn't make a dime. Or, most likely wouldn't. I'm not even making a video to put onto my channel."

"Wait - you're not?" your eyes went wide.

"No." he chuckled loudly. "I'm not gonna give you that type of free crazy promo. Crazy bitch."

You shook your head with a smile. "This is like that collab you did with Oompaville, isn't it? You just did it on his channel and never mentioned it?"

"Have you seen all of my motherfuckin' videos? Like every single one? This is insane." he laughed in surprise. "Yes, it's like that one. I don't hand out promotion. You get me on your channel, not vice versa. It's MY channel for a reason. I'm the face." he reclined in his chair a little. "Obviously, I do collabs. There are some on my channel. BUT, but, I have specific people, if you couldn't fuckin' tell."

"What's the reasoning behind that?"

"Because I want to." his accent finally came out in full force, his upper lip curling on the "to". 'It's nice to finally hear him talk like that.' you smiled in thought.

"Alright," he sighed, stretching a little. "I'm gonna go for a while. You call me when it's time, 'kay toots?"

"Good enough for me." you leaned back against your pillows. "I guess that's all I really had on my mind for now. I don't want to overwhelm you in the first hour of our 'break'."

You smiled again. 'I love it when he calls me that. He probably calls most women he talks to that, but.. he's sweet.'

"M'kay." you nodded. He smiled at your reply. "You're a sweet kid. I won't lie to ya, I think we're gonna have to do something like this again. It hasn't been miserable so far. Irritating, yeah, but.. bareable."

"Ohh stop it." You shook your head, covering some of your face with your hand. "I'm a fan of you, of course I'm nervous." you were nervous, but you were very, very flustered. 'He's so handsome. Teasing me is some sick dream come true.. he's not even trying to get with me. This is just playful banter. God, this is just.. just..'

"That's good." you grinned shyly. You weren't able to hide your blush now - the flustered feelings finally got to you. He smiled when he saw the red on your cheeks.

"Whaat, I'm gettin' you flustered?" He leaned in towards the camera, tilting his head a little. He leaned back after a moment. "Don't tell me now you're gettin' shy. We've gone this whole time being fine and put together."

"Naww, I didn't say nervous." He furrowed his brow with that horribly handsome smirk of his. "I said flustered."

"I'm not flustered!" you exclaimed with a defensive giggle, looking up at your ceiling for a moment before looking back down to Schlatt on your screen.

"Ohh I think you are." he chuckled louder. "I think you're fangirling a little."

"Shut up. You don't even know me." you rolled your eyes. "I fangirled the night you replied to my dm. Not now, dumbass."

"Oooh, so, what, you think I'm handsome? Sexy?" he smiled, crossing his arms and twisting back and forth in his chair. "I know plenty of bitches drool over me. I jus' don' get it." his accent was even more pronounced now as he seemingly got into his confident, proud character he uses online.

This was your opportunity to start bantering. You could play fight. Yet another thing you had always dreamed of.

"I think you're ugly as shit." you laughed, crossing your arms at him.

"Well I think you're an ugly fuckin' bitch too." he said in faux shock. He laid his hand on his chest in playful hurt.

"Whatever," you sighed with a big, shy smile. "I'll call you when the food is supposed to be done."

"Aight. See you."

click.

[hearts4court]

desperate sapnap please

SLIGHT SMUT AHEAD. PLEASE SCROLL IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!

⚠️MINORS DNI!!⚠️

Pairing: Sapnap X afab!reader

“please baby..”Sap whispered against your lips as y’all shared a sloppy kiss. “Sap— you need to work.” you say with a slight frown.

“i know— i know. just— need to be inside you. please.”he begs, receiving a sigh from you.

~~~~~~~~

“Doll, stop squirming so much. you’re— mm…distracting me.” Sapnap says, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him, his hand on your lower back, pushing it so it’ll arch.

“M’sorry. i’m uncomfortable in this position.” you mumble against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to it, making him smile lightly.

his cock deep in your walls felt good. But, because of the position, it made your back hurt. Which made Sapnap feel bad, he hated when his baby was in pain.

“Baby— i’m gonna cum if you keep squirming like that.” he grumbled, continuing to squirm, making you gasp when he kept his word—and came in you.

you humming against his shoulder as his cum slowly seeped through onto his gaming chair.

“Sap! your chair-“ you start to say before he cuts you off with a kiss to your lips. “it’s fine. i love when we make messes like this.” he says with a cheeky grin.

“Don’t get cocky now.” you say.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

[slxtmeri]

Hello! If u have open requests can u do more quackity bf headcanons? (Also can I be 🇵🇱 anon?)

hi, anon!! ofc you can be 🇵🇱 anon <3

a/n: i've been literally praying for a headcanon request omfg i have no motivation for fics rn

bf!quackity headcanons : part 2

♡ absolutely would teach you how to cook mexican dishes. he may not be the best cook, but he wants to share his culture with you!!

♡ gives you piggyback rides

♡ anytime you're playing/streaming a game together that requires teams, he always insists on teaming up with you.

- if it's auto generated and he ends up on a different team, he never kills you or attempts to beat you (which sometimes results in his team losing)

♡ BAKING STREAMS TOGETHER OMG. YOU'D HAVE CUTE LITTLE MATCHING APRONS

♡ listening to latino music and him teaching you how to properly dance to it

♡ loves having you on his lap when you make out, it gives him much better access

♡ like schlatt, he'd love it when you tug on his hair. it automatically turns him on