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[im-honeybee]

enchanted // gnf

requested?: nope :p

pronouns: she/her

hi hi !! so this is just a cute little angst (?) i made !! idk if i want a part 2,, maybee !! i got the idea from enchanted by taylor swift duhh

warningss: i am writing this rn 4;58am so no like proof reading or anything !! i’m tired so if there are mistakes lmk !! besides that,, drinking,, and angst ? ig !!

idk how many words i’m sleepy but yeah thanks for reading !!

“please don’t be in love with someone else. please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” (y/n) whispers to herself, over and over. watching george’s stream while drunk was probably not the best idea but hey, she was drunk!

how did she get here? just months ago she was in his arms, giggling about the most dumb and unimportant things and now she’s here. watching his stream, drunk, crying, and soaking wet due to the rain. i guess a lot can happen in a few months.

her phone was mostly dry. she left it on her porch swing when she went out to spin in the rain. (y/n) lived in a little house in the countryside, her closest neighbor minutes away. a good thing, seeing as she has been yelling the same sentences over snd over, almost like an affirmation. it was all his fault.

they had met way back in uni. even then she was enchanted to meet him.

“excuse me? sorry, you’re in my way.” (y/n) had asked the boy sitting next to her, blocking her path to get out of the desk. the two had been assigned the seats for a few days and had yet to speak before. the both of them too shy.

“of course, i was all in my thoughts. i’m sorry!” george quickly apologised to the pretty girl he was seated next to in their class.

“it’s quite alright, i’m in no real rush.” she responds, with a small smile. there were still a few people in the classroom, and and the day was over. swallowing all her nerves of speaking to the pretty boy in front of her she decides to ask, “what were you thinking about?”

this surprises george a bit, packing up his stuff he starts to speak. “it’s a bit dorky i doubt you want to hear about it.”

she smiles in response, waiting for him by the door. “try me.”

this makes george chuckle a bit. “i was thinking about minecraft.”

the 18 year old giggled. that wasn’t what she expected from him but it didn’t matter much to her.

they spent the rest of the day talking, becoming close instantly. sadly for (y/n) it was platonic. and stayed that way for 6 years.

(y/n) sat back and watched him grow into the man he is, watched him go through breakups and come out fine, watched him make new friends, watched him get big, watched him slowly forget about her.

it wasn’t his fault, not really. she supposed he has been busy. according to dream (as said so in a live from earlier) he had fallen in love. again. with someone that isn’t her.

she was sure it wasn’t her. they barely talked, hadn’t seen eachother in at least two months and even then it was a brief hang out before he had to get back to his friends that were visiting.

she hadn’t noticed the stream had ended, too in her head. she thought back to her 24th birthday.

“i was enchanted to meet you.” the phrase slips up from her lips. the woman not even thinking. she had been out with george for a few hours, he barely had any free time due to his overwhelming popularity on the internet but managed to make time for her on her birthday. something he had done without fail every year since they met.

the night led them to her proch swing, her head on his shoulder and music playing softly from her living room. it was some silly love somg from around 2012 and neither really had any energy to change it.

“what does that mean?” he asks cautiously, turning his head to carefully look at her.

(y/n) sighs, “please don’t be in love with someone else. please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

this shocked george. if there was anything he expected, it wasn’t that. “i- i don’t know what to say.”

“say you don’t love anyone else.” is all she tells him, getting up and walking into her home tiredly. she was tired. tired of waiting around for him to notice her and love her like she loved him.

that was around four months ago. now she was here on her porch, saying the same phrase. this time almost angerly.

the girl just sighs, laying her body accross the swing, closing her etes and allowing herself some sleep.

a few hours away was george, he had just gotten done with his stream and was now listening to the rain. he exited the call with karl, the last one awake, as he said his goodnights.

he thinks back to what dream said earlier on quackity’s stream, cursing him. there will probably be questions about it. most of his fans respected his private life but there were the nosy ones and he hated questions. especially ones he didn’t know the answer to.

he knew who dream was talking about. the woman that has plagued his mind since he was 19, the one there for him through everything, the one he convinced himself wouldn’t like him like that so he enforced that their relationship was platonic so she wouldn’t think he liked her and rejected him (even though she would be right because he did), (y/n). she and him haven’t spoken in weeks, months really, and it was all because of his own confusion. that wasn’t fair to her. he knew that.

but how was he supposed to react when the woman he forced himself to get over years ago confessed her love for him? he thought there was nothing there so he went out and dated and eventually, his head convinced his heart he was over her.

had he decided too soon to give up? likely but he felt it was too late for them now. she had probably only been drunk, or tired, and they’ve barely spoken since. she has probably forgotten all about him in the months that passed.

he shifts in his bed, falling asleep only thinking of one thing.

he was enchanted to meet her too.

#dsmp #georgenotfound x reader #gnf x reader #gnf fic #gnf angst #georgenotfound

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puppy love | karl jacobs x reader

pairing: karl jacobs x gn!reader

pronouns: they/them

warnings: some swearing,, (y/n) is shy but not rlly,,i'm bad at endings :((

genre: fluff

dear karl <3

hey !! that's what i want to say to you. babe <3 i wish that i could say that too :(( these feelings i'm sensing right now make me want to burst inside ahsoehiwhe- this "love" i'm feeling for youuu,, i'm so confused :// idk what to doo >:( when i'm around u i feel my mind go blank !! i really like you,, i want to confess but i'm scared to find out the truth,, whether if u like me back or not- i wonder everyday until my mind goes insaneee !! please tell me how you feel !!

"love," (y/n)>:(

you finish writing your letter, sighing as you put it in an envelope and stamp on your signature seal. you won't send it out, you never would.

you go to put it in your shoe box of love letters to karl, though this one felt more like a frustration letter, when there's a knock on your door.

turning around you see your younger newly adopted brother, tubbo. "your mum told me to tell you it's time to go to school."

you look over to your phone and turn it on, sighinh when you see he's right. 7:15am, it reads. quickly scribbling a 'karl <3' on the envelope you stand up, grabbing your backpack and walking towards tubbo.

you ruffle his hair as you close your bedroom door. "you know she's your mom too now right?"

"right sorry i have to get used to that." he says looking down, making you give his shoulder a comforting squeeze. your family had fostered him for about a year and your mom wanted to adopt him a month ago so after a lot of paperwork and home visits, she did. now it wasn't just to two of you.

"let's go tubbo and tubbo's sibling!" a loud voice exclaims as you two make it outside. a perk of him permanently living with your family is his best friends family is right next door.

his bestfriend tommy is a nice enough kid, he's pretty loud and energetic but extremely understanding and a good listener.

you give him a ride to school every morning. well him and-

"stop calling them that you twat, they have a name." tommy's older brother wilbur smacks him on the head. wilbur is a year older than you and has been your friend since his family moved in a few years back.

you give him a small smile, getting into your car as they all start to argue over shotgun.

before they can decide, technoblade, wilburs' twin walks over to it and sits next to you.

the other three grumble their ways into the car and you head off to school.

once you make it there after a short eight minute drive, the group splits off, leaving you with wilbur. the two of you walk into the building towards your lockers, which were only one apart.

"you have a sticker on your shirt." will teases you, making you whack his shoulder.

your friends knew of your crush on a certain hockey player in your grade. and they know of your letters.

"writing to karl again?" niki, the person whose locker is in between you and wilburs, and one of your other best friends, asks. you groan loudly looking to jack, the last and youngest of your group for some escape of the teasing.

niki and you were juniors, wilbur was a senior, and jack was a sophomore. your brother and his friends were freshman. you and niki met when she sat next to you in culinary arts freshman year and she has known jack since he was born due to family friends so he joined the group his freshman year.

just as you go to speak to him, your crush of three years walks by with his friends, causing you to accidentally slam your locker. with your head.

the group of juniors that everyone calls the crewboys look over at you. there's george, he was older than them but had a late birthday so he was in your grade. george was nice, he was quiet unless around his friends and was attached at the hip with quackity. quackity was the loudest and funniest, he wasn't particularly tall but he was always nice enough to people. then there was sapnap and dream. they were practically brothers, childhood friends, in sports together and alyways annoying george.

then there's karl, karl has been your crush since freshman year when he complimented your handwriting in english and asked you to write him a letter. since then you have written over a hundrend letters to him, only one sent. the one you wrote for him in freshman was a simple, 'hi !! thank you for liking my handwriting karl with a k,, you're pretty rad :)'

you hadn't even talked to him since that but you payed attention to him. he was always nice to everyone, helping freshman find classes, cleaning up after his friends. he also was funny, always making someone laugh, his laugh was a loud one and he giggled a lot. he was known as the touchy one.

the whole friend group was extremely popular.

you turn to look away from them as soon as you see them look at you. they're a few feet away so you hide in wilbur's chest and mumble. "are they looking over here?"

"and walking over here." wilbur mumbles back. "hey guys!"

mentally damning wilbur for being friends with them, you inch away from him going back to where your own locker is.

"yikes that looked like it hurt. are you okay?" karl asked you, making them all look at you. they turn from greeting wilbur and all look at you at once.

you feel your face heat up, goosebumps appearing on your arm. you shoot a look to niki. who quickly gets it. "you know i should take them to the nurse!"

"let me help!" karl insists, causing your eyes to widen.

you quickly grab niki and jack by their arms and speedwalk away.

as you walk away you hear wilbur stutter out an excuse. "t-they're shy."

after a few seconds he catches up to your group, rounding the corner with you.

"you're hopeless." niki says as the other two speak at the same time.

"what the fuck was that?" jack questions, giving you a weird look.

"never do that again!" will deadpans.

karl looks after you as you and your friends speed off.

"they don't even want to speak to me." he complains loudly after a few seconds of silence, shoving his face into sapnap's shoulder.

"maybe they can't talk to you?" quackity suggests. making karl lean out to look at his friend.

"no yeah maybe they like you." dream adds on.

karl ignores them, turning around and pouting his way to his first period.

the rest of your day continues on normally. you see karl in most of your classes and gaze at him during lunch. which caused jack to flick your forehead.

after school you drive your brother, tommy, techno, and wilbur home. the freshman run up to tubbo's room, techno goes into his home immediately and you and wilbur sit in your living room.

after an hour the boys are bored of tubbo's room and tommy convinces him to go into his siblings room.

they walk into their room and see a letter addressed to a karl jacobs. tommy laughs loudly, "karl! your sibling likes karl!"

the boys barely knew him besides the fact that he was popular but had walked past him at his locker a few times when going to see (y/n) so they knew where his locker was.

"we should put this in his locker!" tommy insists. tubbo thinks for a moment. you were extremely shy and he had never seen you two talk. this could help that.

normally tubbo wouldn't do something like this to you but him and tommy have always gotten up to schemes so that's what makes him say-

"let's do it."

by the time they head off to school the next morning, you had shown no signs in noticing that the letter is gone.

you walk into school later than usual after wilbur convinced you to stop by dunkin donuts and get niki and jack something.

there's still a good ten minutes until class starts so you and wilbur walk to where niki and jack are by your lockers.

you notice the crewboys by karl's locker, around fifteen down, hovering around something but shake it off. someone probably gave one of them a love letter.

"what took you two so long?" niki asks loudly, raising an eyebrow at the both of you.

unbeknownst to you this catches the crewboys attention.

"wilby decided we should get donuts and i got a hot cocoa!" you beam, gesturing to where wilbur opens the box of donuts.

there aren't many people in this particular hallway this time of morning so the crewboys can hear you all perfectly.

"do you think it was a prank? i though they were dating wilbur." karl whispers to his friends, all of them intensely watching you as you giggle at your own wording.

"don't fucking call me wilby!" wilbur groans, making you pout and stck your tongue out at him.

"i'll call you whatever i want!" you retort causing dream to shake his head.

"that's a close as siblings friendship." his words make the rest of them think about what they have seen of you two.

you often hid around or behind him, you drove him to school, (thanks george for that information) (well thank you for giving george a ride earlier this year) you teased him like a younger sibling, he's protective of you but never flirts with you himself.

at some point without most of the guys noticing, sapnap had walked over to you.

"oh sweet donuts! can i have one?" he turns to you as he asks this, speaking intently. he has always been nice to you and he's no karl so you nod.

karl glares at the back of his best friends head, walking over to where you all are with the other three following closely behind. why was he talking to you? why was his handsome and funny best friend talking to you?

"uhh (y/n)?" karl asks, as soon as he gets close enough that you noticed he was there.

"i got your letter i think? it's addressed to me and says your name at the bottom and quackity recognized your handwriting from a project you two did. you wrote at the end you wanted me to tell you how i feel? so i uh- i'm doing it now." he speaks pretty fast but you catch every word. your eyes widen when he talks about your letter.

which- shit. the one you wrote yesterday.

"i really like you too." karl gulps after he lets those words out.

"i feel literally everything you wrote. in all honesty i thought you hated me so i never confessed but i've liked you since you wrote me that cute little letter in freshman year. i still have it even! it's folded up in my phone case. you were so cute and you were always so patient with everyone in that class. call it puppy love if you want but i know i feel strongly for you."

every few words he steps closer, until he is in front of you.

"is this okay?" he asks, his hands hovering over the sides of your face.

"yes." you say breathlessly.

he gives you a smile, softly pressing your lips against his own. the feeling tingly. your lips are warm from your hot chocolate and sweet from your donut.

kissing him makes you forget about other people, your friends if that are extremely close to you, his friends, anyone else in the hallway and on the planet.

the warning bell to get to class is the only thing to pull you two apart. giggling, you peck his lips again before grabbing your friends arms and waking down the hall. you are going to kill tubbo and then thank him later.

before you can get too far your turn around, walk back over to him, peck his cheek and speak quietly in his ear. "see you in second people babe."

his friends are loudly screaming next to him but all he can pay attention to is you, even after you're gone from the hall.

#karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs #dsmp highschool au #dsmp #wilbur soot #jarl kacobs #idk i'm tired #as i finish this

[im-honeybee]

credit: @wowyoulookhandsome on tiktok for this clip of karl !! i made it a gif becuz he's handsome

#karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs #dsmp #myct

[im-honeybee]

i know this is a bit old but mallorys actress confirmed mallory was queer !!

so like we all agree that mallory has a crush on kate right?? like NOTHING about this episode was heterosexual

[im-honeybee]

Yo If you write for Quackity and you want to include Spanish and you don’t know Spanish, don’t use google translate. Do research or ask someone who knows Spanish. You don’t have to include Spanish when you write for him, it’s not his whole identity, and I promise to the people who actually know Spanish it is not effective in the way the writer wants it to be. Also, please don’t fetishize the language, it’s just creepy.

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he is extremely tall like 6'2 or something,,, shortish blonde hair,, like not too short,, but too short to put in a ponytail,, he wears the same glasses that tsukishima does and has hazel brown eyes,, his arms and hands are kind of veiny,, he is extremely quiet also he has pretty thin eyebrows

there's a guy i see at my school sometimes who looks JUST like tsukishima irl ???

[im-honeybee]

there's a guy i see at my school sometimes who looks JUST like tsukishima irl ???

#hes so hot #tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima

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reblog if you’d support me if i started a twitch? just want to know for scientific research

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DEVILISH || dreamwastaken x reader

requested?: not really.

warnings: suggestive themes,,, semi-smut,,, language,,, use of dream's real name,,, the words "hey mamas" were said, dream is hot,,, i dont go into complete detail with smut but be warned

rating: m, please don't read this if it makes you uncomfortable or you're under at least 15 !!

pronouns: none used, could be read as gender neutral, amab or afab im pretty sure :> (one mention of a clit that can be ignored)

in all your 21 years of living, never had you met someone so much like you.

you were a bit of a player, going through life not caring about peoples feelings. you would flirt with someone, makeout with them, sometimes sleep with them, but you were always gone by the morning. moving around a lot helped with that. you had been often described as DEVILISH, a few people claiming you were heartless.

most recently you find yourself in florida, visiting a friend, when she tells you there's a party going on at this rich guys house.

"c'mon (y/n)! i've heard the guy thats throwing the party has to be like top 5% of rich people!" (f/n) insists, pushing your arm and whining.

"firstly, that's not how the statistic works, and secondly, i thought you knew i hated parties." she gives you a look as you finish talking, causing you to continue.

"sweaty drunk people dancing, ugly guys who think they have a chance, need i say more?" you list, watching as her face drops.

she rolls her eyes, "you may meet a guy or girl or someone else who is interested in just sex! who knows, but you should really come. maybe break a few hearts."

you think for a second, considering her words. she's right! you're in a new state and it's your first night here, why not find a random cute hookup? as long as you're safe it should be fine.

you sigh dramatically causing her to gasp, "that's a yes! okay let's get dressed! the party starts in like 15 minutes but we'll be fashionably late so its it's fine."

you spend about 45 minutes on hair and makeup, going with a heavy eyeliner look, waterproof incase you do end up with someone by the end of the night. the outfit is a simple dark purple dress that clings to your body, and fishnets underneath.

as you guys pull up to the guys house- mansion you gasp, "holy shit you weren't kidding."

you're driving, not liking to drink and you let out a laugh as his gates open to let you in. "who the fuck is this guy?"

your friend laughs too as you park, opening her door to let herself out as you do the same.

as you guys walk in you see the party in full swing, the led lights on a pretty purple color, complimenting your look perfectly.

a guy with short brown hair walks up to you, offering to take your jackets. "hey mamas-"

he gets cut off by another guy with fluffy brown hair elbowing him. "he means hi and welcome. this is his party."

"really?" your friend asks, intrigued.

a different guy, shorter than the other two by a bit walks up as well. "yep, he lives here with his buzzkill of a roomate clay."

"i'm sapnap by the way." the first guy says, offering his hand.

after making quick introductions to everyonein the small group you blurt out, "fucking shit your house is huge dude! what do you do for a living, rob banks?"

sapnap laughs as you all walk over to a closet to put your jackets in. "HA no actually its my roommate who spent the most on this house. and would you believe me if i told you we were youtubers and twitch streamers?"

"not in the slightest." you shake your head.

"well then i guess we aren't."

you give him a weird look, shrugging as (f/n) walks off talking to alex and karl, the other guys sapnap was with.

"and where is this rich roomate?" you ask, nudging him with your elbow playfully. you like this guy, not in like a dating way but you can appreciate his company.

"editing. he said he would be down within at least 2 hours." he answers with an overdramatic eye roll, making you nod.

you two get to know each other for about 15 minutes when you suddenly get the urge to use the bathroom.

"where's the bathroom?" you ask him after a few moments of silence in a break in conversation.

"there's one down here but i just saw a couple walk in there, there should be a free one up on the srcond floor." he answers, standing up and, after helping you up too, walking over to where karl and alex are.

you have no idea where your friend is but you aren't too worried seeing as you haven't been here for long.

you walk up the stairs as streets by doja cat starts to play, walking past a few couples making out and some people coming downstairs.

you wander around the second floor, only finding empty bedrooms until you open a door with a person on the other side.

a tall tan guy with blonde hair is on a large bed with neon green bedding, in grey sweatpants and a loose dark green shirt. he has his headphones in and he looks extremely focused.

this must be clay, sapnap's "buzzkill" roomate.

you walk up to the extremely attractive man, patting the bed next to him. he blinks up at you, clicking his space button and taking his headphones off which gives you a chance to see his freckled face and gorgeous green eyes.

"where's the bathroom? sapnap said it was somewhere up here but gave me no direction and your house is huge."

the attractive man lets out an attractive laugh.

"yeah sure there's one right down the hall at the end, i also have one attached to my room you could use?"

before you get the chance to answer, he speaks again. "also can i ask your name?"

"(y/n)." you answer simply.

you decide to take him up on the offer of his own bathroom, walking in there and doing what you need to. as you wash your hands you look and see your lipgloss is a bit smudged. fixing it, you give yourself a smile, you look hot.

walking out, you see he has set his lap top to the side, closing it entirely.

"so (y/n), do you want to sit and talk to me for a bit?" the smirk on his face is a dangerous one, devilish even.

you nod with a smirk of your own, sitting next to him on the bed. you spend a good amount of time looking at each other.

after a good few seconds you notice he's leaning in and don't hesitate to return his kiss.

the two of you passionately meet in a clash, the kiss full of want and lust.

a few minutes later he's pick you up and placing you on his lap.

as you start to subconsciously grind you hear him gasp a bit, making you smile into the kiss. you continue to do so when he grabs your waist, moving you at his own slow pace. you start to feel a bit needy, feeling him harden beneath you.

you can hear the song swim by chase atlantic play from downstairs as you attampt to move your hips faster, harder, anything.

"did i say you could move on your own?" clay asks in a deep voice, leaning down to kiss and bite at your neck.

you whine a bit, letting out a gasp of your own when he sucks particularly hard in a certain area.

after a while of just mvoing against him he gets impatient and flips you over, ripping your fishnets at your center. you gasp, "you bitch i payed for those!"

"i'll buy you new ones." he insists, rolling his eyes and going to his dresser, returning seconds later with a condom.

"are you sure about this?" he asks with a calm look.

"of course i am, are you?" you quip back.

he nods moving, your underwear to the side, his finger grazing your clit. your back arches a bit, his eyes darkening at your response to his touch.

he tugs down his own pants and underwear before putting on the condom, lining himself up with your entrance.

as he pushes in you both let out a deep and shaky breath. he stretches you more than anyone ever has, you take a few seconds to adjust.

you give the okay in the form of a nod after a few seconds, the pain still slightly there but the pleasure over taking it.

he starts to slowly move in and out of you, making sure to go as deep as possible, "shit (y/n)." he hisses out.

you lay there for a moment after the two of you finish, wiping away sweat with a towel.

"i-" you start.

"let's-" clay goes to speak.

the both of you laugh and you gesture for him to speak.

"i was gonna ask if we could maybe keep this on the dl? it's just- i don't want my friends to be weird about it. uhm what were you going to say?" his statement makes you want to laugh.

"i was saying i don't live here so this is most likely the last time we will ever see eachother. "

he raises an eyebrow as DEVILISH by chase atlantics' last few lines play.

im devilish, yuh

im devilish, yuh

(a/n: my first imagine/oneshot on tumblr !! im very much used yo wattpad so excuse me if this isnt good, if you want a part 2 tell me !!)

#dreamwastaken x reader #dream x reader #dreamwastaken smut #dream smut

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technically I clicked on the wrong things for my ship but you can respond to this if you want to make things easier !

𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑

𝐓𝐖! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐮. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐫𝐥. 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡! <𝟑

�� 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩...

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐗!

( 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 )

━━━ that friendly nature of yours is definitely what led you to minx. with your harmonious laughter and sugar-sweet words, anyone could fall in love with a soul like yours. minx, however, just happened to fall a bit too hard for you. even before your relationship commenced, her yandere tendencies shone through her facade. you’re planning on getting a tattoo later this year? minx already has one of your name and wants you to get one of hers! she’s possessive like that, after all.

minx cares immensely about you and your interests. once she’s captured you, she’ll have movie nights with you frequently to spend quality time with each other (it's also an extra excuse to put her hands on you). she’ll even exaggerate her reactions to horror movies just to hear your laugh. also, minx will take you on picnics to get you out of the house. not too far from home, though. she can’t risk someone looking at you or harming you in any shape or form. if you find blood on her clothing, she may just excuse it as an early shark week or makeup spill. though the more frequently they come, you start to question just how far minx’s overprotective and possessive tendencies may reach.

[im-honeybee]

kaceytron? who is that? anyways stan dream.

#dreamwastaken #dream smp #dream x reader

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reblog if you like girls and/or pasta

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BOOK/IMAGINE/ONESHOT CONCEPT!!

its “DEVILISH” bye chase atlantic so like the reader is a play/heartbreaker and meets someone exactly like her and is like intrigued?? could be dream?? or sapnap?? or quackity?? or corpse,, rae?? maybe even karl or george??

it would be pretty ooc of them, maybe a college au or something??

#georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #dream smp #dream x reader #valkyrae

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[im-honeybee]

im sorry i just- i have an outfit very similar to that (skirt covers my butt more tho) and i think i just got called a slut?

i was just slut shamed and you werent even directing it to me😔

And a third about sapnap (my head is full I am a major sapnap simp)

....sapnap with a corruption kink

That's it that's the thought lmao

i’m a slut for sapnap in general, so yes i will indulge both of us

standing there embarrassed in a really revealing outfit that sap had picked out of you and a vibrator inside you. “now, if you be a good girl i won’t have to use this” you’re not use to wearing something so revealing, a skirt that barely covers your ass and a low cut crop top. it was downright slutty to you, but you lost a bet to him so you had to wear it. he planned a day where you both would go hang out with dream and george and go shopping. when you get in the car, you have to move your hands into your lap and keep your legs closed tightly as to not show yourself to the other boys. you all sat on dreams couch as you waited for george to finish up his stream. sap puts a hand on your thigh, moving the skirt up higher than it was, you blush and look away as dream takes his eyes over your body. “damn, you got a pretty slut there sap, how do you keep everyone’s hand off her?” he chuckles and rolls his eyes. “she’s more innocent than you think, had to win a bet to get her in this naughty little outfit here” uyoure acting embarrassed and outside you are, but inside you live the feeling of sap trying to ruin you in every way, to strip you of your innocence. “what all does this outfit entail” dream smirks and moves a little closer. “why don’t you show him baby? be a naughty girl and lean over the table for us.” your face is blood red and you nod, standing up and moving to press your chest on the table. the skirt is covering nothing at this point, all that can be seen is your slick cunt filled with a small pink vibrator. when you do that you feel the vibrations start, making your back arch and causing a loud moan to leave your lips. “what a nasty little whore isn’t she sap? bet she loves you making her do this. your little innocent princess being such a nasty cock whore for both of us.” you whine and nod, trying to move back against them. “no no sweety, you’re mine. unless you want dream here to fuck you and you show him how much of a good girl you really are?” you nod quickly, still letting out soft moans before you hear a door shut and a loud “hey guys i just finished my—.....oh we are so not going shopping today are we?” the both shake their heads as you let out louder whimpers. innocence be damned, he was corrupting you and making you his perfect little toy and you loved every second of it

[im-honeybee]

OMG YES DO THAT WHAT THAT SOUNDS SO COOL

I kinda wanna write an au where reader has a yt channel that interviews musical artists in her home and like, bakes for them and just hosts these super chill interviews. So she interviews MGK or brakence or smth and everyone goes apeshit and asks her to interview Corpse next and reader is like “idk he’s very anon” little does she KNOW Corpse is actually a big fan of her channel and has fanboy-ed abt being on it one day and so when she reaches out he immediately agrees to do it in person so long as he stays anonymous to the audience and they just hit it OFF and fall in LOVE what are our thoughts guys?

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i really love that im black in this because im black and most people use pictures of white girls

𝓢𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅𝐅, 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: karl loves to show you off :)

genre: fluff!

warning: none

extra: yes I know the girls look nothing alike, but I thought they were all gorgeous, so :).

꒰꒰ when it comes to you and Karl’s relationship, he isn’t shy in the slightest when it comes to letting everyone know how much he admires you

꒰꒰ even if he does get several warnings from Twitter for spamming your replies, he just can’t seem to get over how often you absolutely leave him star struck every time you post a picture of yourself:

꒰꒰ and honestly, by at this point Karl’s entire Twitter has become a fan account for you- but hey why wouldn’t he? everyone deserves to see pretty girls once in a while!

꒰꒰ and yes of course, his friends throw out the same lame insults every time he posts you, but to him they’re just jealous because you’ve blessed him with your presence and not them.

꒰꒰ in addition to this, he takes every opportunity he can to show you off to the world, especially since his fan base had loved seeing you ever since the two of you had announced your relationship!

꒰꒰ he’s willing to go on and on about how you’re pretty much the most beautiful thing to walk the planet earth- even if the conversation is completely unrelated.

hope you enjoyed <3