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MCYT HAVING A CRUSH • HEADCANONS

A/N: I write for Foolish and Punz now too, everybody cheered! Here’s some (really specific, too!) headcanons on how they would act when reaaallyyy crushing on someone… Any way, please keep sending me requests! May take a while for me to write them, but hey, I’ve been feeling really excited about writing lately 🫶🏻 My next, or one of my next, uploads will be a full-length little fiction piece of Dream having a crush, sooo we’ll continue with this crush theme… 👀

DREAM:

If you were a streamer yourself, he’d definitely gift subs on each stream of yours. Let’s be real, he wouldn’t settle for 20 gifted subs, make it a 100. Sometimes he’d donate and attach messages with them such as “hey nice stream you got there” or just straight up “(sugar) daddy dream is here”. UM, RIP CHAT. AM I RIGHT? Knowing him, it’d be an unnecessarily large amount of money, but he just wants to see the stunned look on your face and hear you thank and praise him for his generosity like no other. Man’s smiling so hard at himself and feeling a little prideful for being able to spoil you like that, in front of thousands of people watching too, and thinking if only he could spoil you as more than a friend.

Giving you piggyback rides! Or more like demanding to give you piggyback rides… Dream would give off such cocky energy when he’d get to carry you on his back, though. Like you were royalty and he was your carriage. I can just imagine him walking around piggybacking you and someone asking him for a favor, to which he’d reply “I’d love to but I’m kinda busy here, and my hands are kinda full so…” and gesture at you on his back and his hands supporting you. You’d hurrily try to climb off of him, to which he’d just yelp a little “no!” and then proceed to throw you a reassuring smile over his shoulder, silently telling you he likes having you so close to him.

Yeah so, those little acts of service are it for him. He’d feel the urge to spoil you, as stated before, and this side of him would strongly come out if you ever were to shop with him around. If you ever wanted to even look at an item, you better do it quick and not let him see. Because the moment he sees you looking a little too hard at or twiddle with something you’re considering buying, he strides over to you and starts asking “you want it? ‘Cause if you want it, it’s yours” and you can already see him taking out his credit card. And before he even gives you time to think, he has already bought it for you. Damn, he’d buy the whole store for you in a heartbeat if you asked. So, better not even joke about it to him…

You know the really cheesy move guys pull when they yawn and stretch and lift up their arm and then put it over their crushes’ shoulder? I feel like Dream would be so guilty of attempting that, successfully attempting that. He’d make it super playful though, he doesn’t want to scare you away, in case you wouldn’t feel the same way about him. After successfully getting his arm around you, he’d blissfully sigh “ah! This is nice, or what?”

He’d make playlists, for himself. And they’d be public for everyone to see. Nothing weird about that, right? Or at least at first, there was nothing exceptional about them, or so did everyone thought, until later a few fans pointed it out that, maybe coincidentally, the first letters of each track spelt out your name. Totally not a coincidence for Dream, even though that’s what he tells to the curious public: it’s all a coincidence. He wouldn’t be afraid to make his crush on you obvious to the world. Because no one would know just how serious he was about it, instead he’d just play it off as playful banter between two close friends. It’d be just for him to know that he did it out of true affection. Maybe someday for you to know as well, he hopes. But for now, he settles for playing it cool and laughing off the people online freaking out.

Even more of being close to you. Like in forms of giving you massages. Yep. He’d sneak up behind you and just start massaging your shoulders. In a totally friendly way. Or so he hopes it seems like, because again, he doesn’t want to scare you away. So a friendly massage. And who are you to turn down a free massage? And so he’s massaging away and relishing in getting to be close to you again. He’d get super into it though and probably make a few dramatic “Ohh! Ahh! Oh yeah!” sound effects of his own. He’d ask you then “you feel good now?” You know damn well that Sapnap would fight the urge to ask Dream does he like making you feel good.

SAPNAP:

Congrats, now that he’s (still secretly) hardcore crushing on you big time, you have a hype man of your own (that’s him). If it came to video games and watching you play them, he’d (sometimes lewdly) comment on every move you’d make in the game, such as “you’re so fucking good at that. You know what being around a good player, who’s also hot, does to me”, he’d scream “YEAH!” a little too loud whenever you’d win. Others hearing it will point out his constant praise with a “yeah, we get it already” to which he’d mumble a quiet “shut up” and bite back a smile. Like Dream, he just wants to like you loud and proud, but not give it away that he’s actually being serious and doing more than just platonic flirting. He also finds you being skilled attractive, no matter how small the said skill is. Even when it comes to mundane things, he’s still rooting for you. It could be something as simple as cooking with him and his need to praise you would get triggered by something as simple as you working a blender perfectly. Yeah… He cheers and claps when you’re done blending and then explains himself when you question what got him so excited, “n-no, nothing, it’s just that, that can be pretty tough, y’know? Especially avoiding spillage. Dream usually doesn’t know how to do it the right way so-“ “Yes, I do!” Dream would interrupt and yell from the living room. Sapnap just hopes he shuts up so he doesn’t blow his cover. He knows that Dream knows damn well how to use the blender, but in his eyes you’re just superior at everything, so even if it takes throwing Dream under the bus to make you feel superior, he’ll do it.

Okay, so, he loves praising you but he also likes hearing you praise him. He’d trick you into it though by asking you questions such as “don’t I just look so good today?” or “do you like this new hoodie I bought?” You’d have no choice than to agree and tell him that yes, he looks nice. It literally has him falling asleep with a smile on his face that night, wishing that the more you tell him that, the more you’ll also convince yourself that he is indeed pretty cute, and hot, and handsome, and all that. He’d do anything to convince you that he’s the most handsome thing you’ll ever see. 

God help him if you’d ever talk to him about someone other than him, any other guy. Yeah, his heart would break a little, but it’d also make him super competitive and, well, petty as hell. You could even harmlessly compliment Karl and he’d instantly get into a “but I’m better” mood. And that’s also exactly what he’d ask you, “but he’s not as cute as me, right?” You’d be taken back a little and tell him that “I think there’s no reason for that,” which should be enough to reassure him and his petty mood, but he’d just pout and grunt back “we’ll see about that.” He can’t sometimes stand anyone else than him hearing those compliments from you, especially if he was in a grumpy mood to begin with. Talking about compliments, he’d also learn any skill just to impress you. And to be better than everyone else. Simp behavior…

He’d also be sooo whiny. He’d use that whiny tone to convince you. Trying to convince you to stay over at his house for a little longer. Or trying to convince you in voice call to play one more round of a game with him on stream when you’d have million of other important things to do instead. He’d talk in that tone only for you, but he wouldn’t really care if others heard him. Usually if any of the boys would hear him, they’d definitely gag at his sweet talk. All in good fun, of course. If you were to deny him and his attempt to get you to join his team for just one more round, he wouldn’t stop whining for the majority of the stream nor the call. 30 minutes later and you can still occasionally hear his voice whining, “whyyyyy? But why would you say ‘no’? Pleaseeeee....” aaand cue to Karl gagging. 

Sapnap would be so slick when it comes to spending more time with you, or initiating to spend more time with you. He’d ask you “hey, do you remember when we went to that arcade?” and you’d be a mess of confusion because, you have never been to an arcade with him, so you’d tell him with a nervous laughter “no? I don’t think that ever happened” to which he’d smirk at you and say “well, should we make it happen?” And that’s how he took to you an arcade. And to many other places. He pretends they’re dates. But shh, that’s a secret. He wouldn’t want to ruin a great friendship. He just hopes you like the slick ones if he ever was to ruin it.

Letting you borrow his hoodie and then claiming that you can keep it when you try to give it back to him? YES. This actually would happen with a couple of his hoodies. Very gentleman-y of him. You wouldn’t even have time to finish your sentence about how cold it is outside, when he already is handing you his hoodie. You’d go through the bickering back and forth of him insisting that you put it on and that he’ll be fine without it, that he’s not cold at all, and you telling him that he doesn’t need to give it to you. He knows he doesn’t, but he wants to. So let him, please. Let him enjoy the cute view (he secretly enjoys) of you in his clothes. Later on he then tells you to “just keep it”, because he has ‘plenty of hoodies anyway.’ Oh boy, he just hopes you wear it around him sometime…

Sooo quick to defend you. Sometimes it’d be a little unnecessary how strongly he’d react, but he feels that it’s now (that he’s absolutely smitten by you) in his blood to defend and protect you from anything that could make you feel bad about yourself. It could be something as simple as someone pointing out that you bite your nails as a bad habit and Sapnap would open his mouth and tell them “bro, stop. Leave them alone.” Everyone would be a little stunned and tell him to calm down, to which he’d mutter “yeah, whatever”, but no, he wouldn’t let himself calm down just yet. For the remaining of the day he’s on high alert, ready to defend you some more.

GEORGE:

My God, he’d get so giggly and blushy around you. He’d definitely argue back that no, he doesn’t, but he does. Just hearing you laugh, he’d start laughing and giggling along, even when he’d have no clue what’s so funny and what exactly it is that you’re laughing at. And the blushing! If anyone was to point out the blush on his cheeks, he’d just shake his head, roll his eyes and assure that no, his face is not red (while he is visibly red). At his weakest, he wouldn’t even be able to look at your way without blushing. How much longer exactly will he be able to hide his feelings like that?

Sometimes when he’d feel extremely bold and brave, he’d take things to Twitter. Or someone would do it for him. What I mean is that, George would look up or come across a video of let’s say, two cats cuddling or kissing, or whatsoever, and tag you and tweet “Me and you?” Twitter has a meltdown. Meltdown is an understatement. Maybe he’d get cold feet almost immediately and delete it before too many people would see it. (Too bad that there’ll still be hundreds of screenshots of it.) Sometimes someone else like Sapnap would instead tag you and George in a similar tweet and say “this @y/n and @GeorgeNotFound???” Yeah, you may be blind to the massive crush George has on you, but Sapnap isn’t…

Filming totally pointless TikToks with him... Yeah, they’re pointless and it’s his ideas that usually are just causing confusion amongst anyone watching them. There’s no plot, just vibes. But he can’t ignore how happy and comfortable he feels with you even on camera, even when you’re doing some stupid TikTok dances. And in a way, he also gets to show off your friendship, he wishes it was more than friendship, to the world. So yeah, most of the time they were spontaneous clips that we’re just filmed in the heat of the moment, a little humorous, definitely chaotic. What anyone watching would see on the screen is just two friends hanging out and having fun, but it’s totally different from what he feels. And he totally plays them back and watches them alone afterwards, smiling at his phone, smiling at you on his screen. And then checking you out a little bit too, “wow…”

Sure, he’s able to gently joke around with you, but then somehow end up feeling a little bad for it. He could offer you a snack and ask you “you want this?” and when you’d say yes, instead of feeding it to you, he’d instead eat it himself and laugh at you “hah! You can’t have it!” Soon he’d start feeling bad for you, even though there definitely was no harm done with that little prank, but he feels bad enough to go above and beyond to get you your own snacks that no one can steal away from you, not even him. He’d present them to you with a “woo-o! Look what I have!” and wow, he’d be so red in the face again when you stare at him with your mouth agape in surprise and ask him “you did this… for me?”

Whenever someone in the room told a joke, he’d always look at you first to see your reaction, your smile, your laugh in response. That’s such an adorable little habit he has formed now that he has a crush. For him, seeing you happy and content comes first. He’d also laugh at pretty much anything you’d say. Maybe it’s nervous laughter, for how he always feels a bit nervous around you. You could be saying the most normal things, such as “I took a walk today,” and he’d burst out laughing at that. Yeah, don’t even ask... He thinks laughter is the way to your heart, as dramatic as it sounds.

But he’d also have that side of him to be loud and… annoying around you. Maybe it’d be to keep your attention on him, to keep him on your mind at all times, even when he’s not with you. So he’d find the most bizarre ways to find his way into your days. Like, prank calling you out of nowhere. He’d call you and when you’d pick up, he’d just scream down the phone and then hang up. So romantic… But then he’d get you to call him back, to ask him if he has something to actually tell you, and then manage to keep you on the phone for an hour, just chit-chatting about nothing in particular. After you’d tell him that you have to go, he’d shriek at you “nooo! But I am so bored! Don’t leave me die of boredom! And what would you do without me then, hmm? What’s even more important to you than talking to me right now? Are you scheming to get rid of me? ‘Cause you won’t!”

He’d usually turn to you for advice, he really trusts you to not screw him over. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re a savior and an angel in his eyes. You could give him the worst advice and he’d still blindly follow it, just because it’s advice that came from you. And in his eyes, you could never be wrong about anything. He could text you “should I get a haircut?” and you’d tell him “sure but it’s really up to you?” and yeah, he knows it’s up to him but at least he got an opinion from you so he just texts you back “yeah I guess :]”. You best believe that he goes ahead and gets the haircut, that you technically agreed with, and only hopes you like it.

KARL:

When Karl is crushing on you, he’d be genuinely offended if you did stuff without him. Stuff that usually the two of you would do together, like watch anime, or cartoons. Or any TV -show. He’d ask you if you’ve seen the newest episode of an anime you’ve both been hooked on that just came out a few days ago, thinking that it’d be nice if you could watch it with him, but when you’d tell him that “yeah. I watched it last night,” he’d let out a frustrated sigh and tilt his head back in annoyance and tell you “nooo! I really wanted to watch it with you! Now, why would you do that and watch it without me?” Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you, but he was really hoping he could’ve made it your thing to keep up with that anime together. So yeah, he’s a little annoyed you’d watch it without him. He likes the nights when you’re both cozy on the couch, watching it, commenting on every plot twist. Big sigh.

He’d talk to you, like a lot. Even when there was nothing to talk about. Because, in his (secret) opinion, there is always something to talk about with you. He makes conversations out of anything just to get to talk to you. You could be sitting with him in his room, looking out the window, watching birds fly by and he’d just ask you “what’s your favorite bird?” and then smile at you like he didn’t just ask the most random question and like he actually doesn’t genuinely seem interested in knowing the answer. Because he does. Well, you’d end up talking about birds, flying, nature.... and he is so happy. Because all that matters is that he’s talking to you.

He’d insist on making secret handshakes with you, that no one else knows and can learn except than you two, and then feeling so proud about them afterwards. He’d remember them even after a long time, you’d ask him how does he still remember and he would just blush and stutter, “I- it’s just kind of special. Of course I remember.”

Okay, so... Fan-fiction. He’d definitely read the fan-fictions people would write about you (there already are shippers out there, even though he has not admitted crushing on you). Maybe that’s adding fuel to the fire when he’d read them on stream. Bad idea? Maybe... He’d put so much effort into the reading, making it all feel as real as possible, voice acting to the best of his ability and all. It makes chat question though, why is he so into it? And why is he giggling every five seconds? Any possible kissing scenes... He would not even skip over them, but instead he’d make literal kissing sounds into the mic... Someone stop him.

For some reason, I can imagine him casually showing up when he knows you’re around in a shirt that says something like “if you’re reading this, I have a crush on you” and look out for your reaction. Well, yeah, you read it, and so did everyone else that talked to him that day. You laughed it off and joked that “everyone already knows that he’s a homie hopper” and so did everyone else. He’d dream about the day he could eventually confess his crush on you and also tell you that he has actually told you about it way before, and when you’d confusingly ask him when did that happen, he’d tell you that “you read my shirt, that one day when you called me out for being a homie hopper, didn’t you?” And then it’d all click.

Aww, you’d get to model for his merch! He’d ask you, no, he’d beg you. Is there really anything he’d enjoy more than seeing you in his brand new merch, before anyone else sees it? And have those pictures plastered all over his social media accounts and website? No way. Between every shot he’d take of you, he’d giggle and mutter a little “perfect”, his eyes gleaming and cheeks blushing. Every minute he’d resist the temptation to tell you how perfect you really look, because 1. he doesn’t want to get too sappy now, and 2. he still has a secret to keep... Yeah, he’s crushing on you harder than ever after that.

Whenever there’d be a group gathering and not enough seats for all of you... do I even need to say it? This man would immediately get up and give up his seat for you. A few hours later you’d call over to him, “Karl, you’ve been standing for two hours now. Don’t you want your seat back already?” and he’d shush you with a “nonsense! I’m a big man. What’s a few hours more!?” Actually, he’d give up on everything to share with you if you needed, like earbuds. Or food. Anything. If nothing, it’s always the seat he saves for you or gives up for you. 

QUACKITY:

Mostly you would play Minecraft or Roblox with him, if you’re into it. And oh man, he’d enjoy that a lot. He would not leave you alone even in the game, he’d follow your character around for the majority of it. You’d turn around in the game and boom, he’s right there on your tail. He’s actually been there the whole time. When it’s not only you and him, but also other boys in the game and in the voice chat, he’d sometimes just... act like it was just the two of us talking. Listen, he’s not rude like that, but he just really likes talking to you. You just get him, he’d think. And sure, you have a similar sense of humour. He likes. He’d crack so many jokes and funny remarks throughout the whole game. Just trying to be the funniest person in the call for you. Every time someone else, like George, would laugh at his joke that he told to you, he’d shut him down with a “bro, the fuck? That joke was obviously meant for (Y/n). You weren’t supposed to get it.” All in good fun, again. He just likes having his moments with you.

Phone calls! So many phone calls. He just wants to talk to you and hear your voice. Isn’t that sweet? When it’s time to hang up, he’d tell you “ah, I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?” and you’d agree, thinking that he’ll call you again in a few days. But he calls you exactly a minute later. You’d pick up and he’d excitedly tell you “I said I’ll talk to you again soon, didn’t I? What do you mean this is ‘too soon?’” 

Would, gently, make fun of you. This doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Maybe he’d try turning the tables a little bit, when people online would get a little suspicious of his sudden fondness towards you, he’d make it seem like you are actually the one crushing on him, and not the other way. Maybe that would be also a way for him to test the waters a little bit, to see how you’d react to the thought of it. He’d just make ridiculous posts online, like tweeting a poll that says “Is (Y/N) down bad or down good for me ?? Idk about you guys but they seem a little obsessed lately” or post a picture of the two of you and caption it as “after this picture was taken (Y/n) told me they like me 😳” (You definitely didn’t and the people online seemed to side with you).

The words “I like you” has actually come out of his mouth a few times around you. In a friendly way. He knows he does like you, definitely as friends, but also definitely as more than friends. But for now, liking you as a friend is the most he can do and he wants to seize it. It was when he has done a nice favour for you or given you advice on a tough situation that’s been bothering you, when you’d thank him for what he did for you, he would reply with a “yeah, of course. I fucking like you, and care about you, so..”. It was a friendly reminder and affirmation and that’s how you perceived it. So he does tell you sometimes, not just in a way that it’d make you realise he likes you more than as a friend.

So, back to him gently making fun of you, or mocking you, he’d imitate you, your gestures. I can imagine he’d pull that with any of his friends, but you are definitely not safe from that. He’d know the limits though, he’d know not to be too harsh, but you know, from spending so much time with him and the others, you’ve kind of grown into it that there’s a lot of joking around and poking fun at each other. He’d also comment on your height, like so much height talk! If you were shorter than him, then bless you, he’d love it. Always teasing you, using you as an arm rest or asking if you need a ladder. Or you could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d tease you, “what? Do I make you nervous? You have a crush on me or something?” Orrrrr you could accidentally just mispronounce a word and he’d never let you live it down. Just reminding you of it and repeating it back to you like a parrot. But, don’t take any offence, it’s just his love language.

He’d make over-the-top fan-cams or edits of you, and purposefully make them as ridiculous and exaggerated as possible. Usually he’d also include himself in them. Making sure that everyone knows that he is your #1 shipper, but also at the same time not wanting everyone to figure it out that he’s got it bad for you. He’d put them up on Twitter regardless. You’d reply to him “wtf ???” and he’d just reply back to you “😎😎 😎” He’d dare to be more bold and confident online. And I know what you’re thinking, Alex shy in real life? Well, around you, yes, a little. But online, he’d be thriving, tweeting unhinged things at you, or of you.

He definitely has some gentleman-y in him. He’d express that by, for example, offering to carry your things for you. You’re carrying a rather heavy looking bag? “I’ll take this,” he’d just announce and snatch it out of your hands. You don’t have anywhere to put your phone or keys? Swoop, same thing, but they’d go in his pocket. A few times fans has gotten glimpses of him emptying his pockets for you and handing you back your phone and other little essentials, and it was a pretty adorable sight.

WILBUR: 

I mean, the way he’d even look at you gives it all away, it’d almost be a little intimidating. But he can’t help it. The way he listens to you talk and then smirks at himself, glancing piercingly at you, occasionally glancing down at his lap trying to hide his lovey-dovey smile, trying to collect his thoughts, because God, he thinks you are so adorable. I feel like his eyes can tell more than a million words could. It’s just too bad you haven’t figured out the real emotions behind his eyes.

He’d memorise pretty much every little habit of yours, no matter how little, and then slyly smirk at himself every time he’d catch you doing them. One of those days, he’ll definitely tell you that he has taken notice of them. You’d be caught off guard and ask him “you really notice them?” and there comes that smirk on his face again, as he just nods with a quiet “yeah” and then carries on the conversation like nothing happened. But not without adding on that “it’s really cute”.

A little cliche, a little predictable, but he’d definitely all of a sudden start writing down some new mysterious, a little mushy, song lyrics... He’d run them by you and ask if they’re any good, you’d then end up asking him the important question, “who is it about?” (because, how could you not ask when it’s literally a love letter in form of a song?) and he’d sigh and say it’s about “unrequited love”. You’d leave it at that, not wanting to intrude too much, since he looks and sounds so vulnerable. He’ll wish you would’ve intruded a little more though, since he literally wrote it about you, his crush! He just doesn’t leave it at one song, but writes a couple of them. All of them about you. He dreams of being able to play them at a gig, with you in the audience, telling you they’re all about you right before going on stage... Someday, he sighs.

As a person, and especially as a person who’s really crushing on you, he would be keen on sharing every little detail with his family and close friends. So, some of his family and friends would be aware of how he feels towards you. He trusts them not to spoil the secret and hey, he could never keep his mouth shut when it comes to talking about you anyway. Sometimes while hanging out with you, he’d keep checking his phone and just smiling at it, occasionally typing long paragraphs, or so it seemed to you. You’d wonder if it’s about something you said, or if there’s someone special texting him, someone who he really cares about and really wants to talk to instead. But actually, it’d be him blowing up his friends’ phones, telling them how adorable you’re being right now. He’d be doing the whole keyboard smash thing as well. That’s how gone he is for you.

Boom, his energy and happiness levels would suddenly rise whenever you’re in the room. He’d feel super playful too, like sneaking up behind you and then whisper “boo” in your ear in a low tone, trying to playfully frighten you, and when you’d turn around to face him, you’d come face to face with the brightest eyes and smile you’ve ever seen. He’s like the happiest he’ll ever be when he’s around you. No matter how many times he has already done that, he does it almost every time he catches you alone in the room. It had almost became your thing now. You’ve learned not to get as frightened anymore as you used to, and he has learned how much he really likes getting to come so close to you and getting a reaction out of you, whether it’d be you scolding him for scaring you again or laughing at his antics. 

Strumming something on his guitar for you. I know, again, very cliche, very cheesy, very romantic, very predictable of him, but no, he doesn’t do that just for anybody. But you’re very special. (Even though you don’t know how special yet). And to spice things up a bit, he’ll make it a little more lighthearted, he’d literally play you memes, or vines. Yeah, for example, you know that “I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” vine? Mayyyybe he’d replace the word ‘bitch’, with some platonic pet name, if he was feeling generous, lol. But yeah, just not to make things seem too serious, he’d try to make you laugh with those amusing private performances, and also try to flex a little with his guitar playing, of course. If you’d admire him in his element, strumming away on his guitar, a little too much, he’d get super cocky and yeah... Cocky Wilbur is a whole different breed.

Everything you’d ever feel embarrassed about, he’d embrace it. He’d never let you dwell on something embarrassing that happening to you for too long. If you’d totally mess up your words, or stumble and fall over, or be caught talking or singing to yourself, he’d reassure you that he finds it “very cute” and not embarrassing at all. In some situations, if you’d mess up and embarrass yourself in front of a lot of people, or in public, he’d intentionally mess up with you, just to take the attention away from you and make you feel better about it. You’d fall over? He’d make himself trip too. You’d bump against a glass door? He’ll be right there behind you to walk into it as well. He’d just never let you feel like there’s ever anything worth feeling too embarrassed over and, in his thoughts, how could anyone as adorable as you even be embarrassing? If anything, it’s just cute.

FOOLISH: 

Oh man, he’d be an awkward one at first when he’d realize his strong feelings towards you, but he does get a lot smoother with time. And, he’s trying his best, okay.

He’d also be someone who would find it very important to make you laugh lots, be an entertainer just for you. Because he doesn’t think there is anything more attractive than someone he’s able to laugh with over the most ridiculous things, things that always wouldn’t even make sense to others. And yeah, also seeing you laugh is attractive to him, even more attractive if you’re laughing at a joke he made. Basically just whenever you’d be hanging out, it’d be an ongoing urge for him: must make you laugh. Sometimes it’d be him just squatting down to your level and starting to make random noises in your ear. That’s literally his sense of humour... And it’d be even more hilarious for him, if you’d do the same back to him. The most random noises he could think of, chirping, squeaking, beeping.... anything. Or suddenly starting up a game of tag with you, running around chasing each other, and the only way to tag each other was to tickle them. He’d squeal and wiggle like a worm when you would tickle him. It’s always something silly with him...

Protective Foolish would suddenly become a thing when he’d realize his feelings for you, and also realize that there’s nothing more he wants to do than protect you and your feelings. Keep you away from anything or anyone that could make you feel even a little uncomfortable, or hurt. His way of protecting and defending you would be just a chunk of sarcasm coming out of his mouth. He’d turn sarcastic any time when he’d feel like it’s time to protect you. If there was someone badmouthing you, he’d put on the most spiteful face you could think of and with his voice dripping with sarcasm, he’d ask them “is it so? Is that what you think, now? Was there a little shit talking there, or what?” You could tell that it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to do this, but he wouldn’t give up. He’d be so intimidating, with his tone and height and all, that he could get an apology out of anyone. And he usually does get the people badmouthing you to apologize to you, while Foolish just stands there with his arms crossed examining that it’s a genuine apology, feeling like he has accomplished another mission of his, which is to make sure that in the end your feelings are unharmed. 

Now, he’d be definitely someone who would mess up his hair a little on purpose, in hopes that you would fix it for him and smother the strands sticking up back in place. He’s so desperate for some touch from you that he’d go to such extreme lengths. God forbid if anyone would catch him doing that, he’d be so embarrassed. You’d turn around from him for a few seconds, which would give him time to very aggressively ruffle his hair with his hands and when you’d look back at him, his hair would suddenly look like it’s been through a tornado, and so you’d laugh a little and ask him “what happened? What’s going on with your hair?” and then laugh some more because he looks so ridiculous. He’d chuckle a little bit too, a little out of embarrassment, because he still can’t believe himself for the things he’s doing just to have you touch him and pay a little extra-attention to him. But regardless, he just shrugs and bends down to your level and asks you “I don’t know what happened? What? Is it bad? Fix it for me?” and you’d be a little taken aback because, did he really just ask you to do that? But of course you’d agree to it. 

Every little thing or favour you’d do for him, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you, he’d appreciate the heck out of them, and you. Because, was there a better feeling for him than having the person he truly, genuinely likes, to be willing to help him out with anything? He’d thank you a trillion times, and a trillion more if he could. Something as simple as you turning on the coffee machine for him, he’d tell you “seriously, thank you. That helped me like, a tons. It saved my day,” and you’d giggle and reply to him “you’re welcome. But all I did was just press a button.” He wouldn’t have that belittling, so he’d be a little more dramatic just for you and proceed to tell you how much easier it made his day, “no, like seriously, that was the best thing you could’ve ever done for me.” Okay, then.

A crushing Foolish would be so sweet that he’d totally blew off his other plans to be with you instead. You’d know that he’s been looking forward to seeing this movie with a couple of his friends that one night, but when he’d become aware of how you have no plans for that night, he’d declare how he’d rather spend the night with you anyways. You’d tell him that “Foolish, you don’t really have to do this. I thought you were supposed to go the mov-?” and he’d interrupt you “now, that’d a silly thing for me to do, I don’t know why you’re thinking like I’d leave you alone. That’s crazy thinking right there.” And so, you’d just settle for smiling coyly at him and accepting that he’s not going anywhere, and that for some reason (that’s still unclear to you), he’d even blow off his friends for you. And he’d do it over and over again. And he does.

PUNZ: 

Ouch, he’s a tough one to get to. But once you breakthrough the walls and the sort of intimidating facade he has, he is all soft for his crush.

Usually he’d be a little reserved and keep to himself, maybe a little closed off. But whenever you’d be around, it’s a whole different thing. He has never smiled so much than he did that one day when you hung around, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other boys who were also there. Karl would text you about it after you had all gone home and ask you “What did you to punz ?? This man won’t stop cheesin” and Quackity as well would text you “punz today be like ‘😃😃’”. You’d make him happy, you’d just make him love life, just purely by existing and especially when you’d exist in his presence. He’s also extra observant around you, and so you’d catch him looking at you a lot. He’d just rest his chin on his hand and not take his eyes off of you. You’d wonder if there’s something wrong, something on your face perhaps, by the intense way he’s staring at you, but no, he’s just admiring. So let him.

Every picture of himself he’d consider posting on social media, he’d send them to you first and ask you “u like??”. Kind of like a test run. He’d do it ritually almost each time, but if you ever were to call him out for it, asking how come you’re the one he sends them to, he’d claim that it’s just all a coincidence. Sure is... But you better reply back to him as soon as you can, or he would start feeling a little insecure and think if you really like them, because if you do, why haven’t you replied yet? It’s been 20 seconds. Yeah, so, he’s a little clingy too. He just wants to talk to you as much as possible, have you see as much of him as possible, from all of his best angles as well, and maybe fish for a few compliments? Maybe. After you’d reply to him “yes, it’s good”, he’d text you back “nice. now your turn”, and you’d ask him that it’s your turn for exactly what? He’ll tell you then that it’s only fair that you send him a picture of yourself too in that exact moment. And so, it kind of really then becomes a whole ritual that after approving of his picture, you send him one back with a thumbs up or something.

Unlike with anyone else, now that he has taken a massive liking towards you, he’d actually share his food with you. And that’s major. Or, even more major and better, he’d sometimes get you food without you even having to ask, or even without mentioning that you’re hungry. He’d order takeaway for himself, or so you’d think, but he’d then turn up with an extra large portion of food and you’d ask him “damn, are you feeding the whole town?” He’d chuckle a little and then casually tell you that “nah, it’s um, it’s for you.” At that, you could’ve fallen off your seat. Let’s call it his love language to serve you even when you don’t ask for anything.

This man, he would sometimes not show up to plans if you weren’t there. He’d tell his friends that he is only willing to come if you’ll be there too. And if they tell him that you’re not going to be there, then, too bad. He simply just wouldn’t come. Any plans that you’d make without him, he’d call them ‘boring’ and ‘lame’. Sooo, he only is your good time?

#mcyt x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #karl x reader #quackity x reader #foolish x reader #punz x reader #wilbur soot x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt headcanons #mcyt imagine #dream smp imagines #dream smp headcannon #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot imagine #quackity imagines #sapnap imagine #georgenotfound imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #karl jacobs x reader

[sexsellz]

⤻ 𝐭𝐰𝒊𝐭𝐭𝒆𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝒊𝐜𝐬 , tommyinnit。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚

🥁- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

What it would be like to share twitter conversations with Tommy!

🎪 - 𓄹 P͢AIRING(S):

Tommy x fem!reader

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏!

if you enjoyed, consider reblogging! :)

#tommy #tommy x y/n #Tommy x you #Tommy x reader #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit imagines #mcyt tommy #dsmp tommy #dream smp #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagines #dream smp fanfic #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #dsmp #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #dsmp imagines #dsmp fanfic #x reader #fluff

[ze-maki-nin]

ooo what about wilbur comparing hand sizes with a girl as a way to flirt! i think it'd be a cute drabble!

Pairing: CC!Wilbur x Gn/F?!Reader

A/n: Hope you like it ^^

Event

Wilbur let out a little giggle, his hand resting on yours as he looked at them in aww.

“You’re hands are so small~” He cooed, fingers fitting into the spaces between yours before pulling you closer to him.

“So small and adorable~“

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[justanormalfangirlx2]

cuddling dreamwastaken

cuddling with dreamwastaken:

will definitely spoon you

patches probably will jump up on one of y’all and cuddle as well

is the definition of 🥺 face

will end videos and streams early just to cuddle you

man will talk about you ALL THE DAMN TIME

makes grabby hands towards you

hogs all the blankets

”Sweetheart, will you cuddle me please? 🥺”

more than likely will talk about upcoming plans or ideas for videos with you

his sleepy voice 😳

george and sapnap call him simp

places little kisses on your nose

butterfly kisses!!!!

#dreamwastaken #dream smp #fanfic #dreamxreader #dream x y/n #dsmp #dream smp imagines #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken x you #dream minecraft #dream smp x reader

[winterzsurprise]

Unholy || Karl Jacobs

Pairing: Karl Jacobs x fem! Reader

Summary: To be a priest meant your loyalty shall rest with the lord and Karl would be a lying if he said he wouldn't want to lie with you instead.

Words: 6.4k

Tags: Overstimulation, priest! Karl, switch!Karl (he whines and comes first does that count?), porn without plot, rough sex, floor sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, priest kink, religious kink (i guess), cursing, dirty talk, name calling.

This is a fucking mess because I forced this one during my biggest writer's block but HEY ITS FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED AFTER MONTHS. I'll go fix the mess later on, I am ready to pass out.

As always, constructive criticism is welcomed. I would like to hear what I should change and what not :DD

Archive

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The nights where the wind howled against the corners of the church are always the most insufferable nights, Karl observed. 

It’s always when drunken men or sobbing women approach the building with their sins sitting at the edge of their tongue, ready to spew their darkest secrets to the man sitting behind the thin plywood wall.

It's amazing how confident they are in confessing their sins just because their faces are obstructed from his vision.

It was always their disloyalty, either a far-away admiration situation or a recurring event of waking up in another’s arms and another room. It’s something Karl could never fathom how it happens. 

They marry one another in front of the lord with pledges of love and protection then seek a different tongue in a few years.

Not that he could say much in the matter as he has never experienced such a thing, otherwise he’d be excommunicated.

But one thing’s for sure, his heart, although holds no one else but the lord in the heavens, still beats and skips in his chest every once and a while, either for his favourite food on the table or at the sight of you.

Karl barely knows anything about you, other than your frequent visits to the church to help the nuns with the garden and looking over the children at the orphanage and the fact that you just moved into the small town of Kinoko.

It was amazing how despite knowing so little about you, his heart still stuttered in its cage whenever you greeted him with a wide smile, waving so sweetly, he thought you could make a miss universe cry with how graceful and attention grabbing you are without effort 

It’s a simple connection between a priest and a citizen yet he swears whenever you sway your hips whenever you pass by him or move away your hair to show him your neck, you were offering yourself to him.

Your vanilla scent tantalises him, taunting his bound hands to break free and swallow you whole. He had never thought how a sweet scent could elicit such an emotion until then.

Karl can’t even remember the last night he had where he had to fight of his desires apparent by the uncomfortable tent in his pants, nor can he recall the moments where his head steers clear of its imaginative state that’s mostly composed of him snapping and bending you on the nearest elevated surface to see your face crumple into an expression of pure pleasure.

As much as he imagined taking you gently in your bed like the gentleman he appeared to be, there’s an insatiable beast in the prowl who'd love nothing but eat you through and through leaving nothing, not even a piece of your bone, until your scent and taste has ingrained itself to his head and tongue in his waking and resting state.

It was a morbid thought a person like him shouldn’t have but his feelings are far tamer than what his mind lets on, still they remind him of the sinner he once was.

A man who lust over someone, whose hands became more tainted and occupied with every day passing with her growing closer to him.

He's no different from the others he swore to never turn into, the only difference was the cassock he wears, a sign of his affiliation with a religion while the others wore casual clothes.

Would you run if you ever saw the foul, revolting scenes his mind conjured for him at the deepest of nights when sleep felt like a tedious task and your smile taunting his very being?

Today was unfortunately one of those nights he dreaded yet welcomed so warmly like a friend, the stings of the chilly night on his cheeks is the only thing grounding him. The silence in the chapel is torturous, enough to make him wish for the usual boring confessions from the town folks.

Until the double doors creaked open and came calmed footsteps approaching the booth, it sounded nervous and jittery, making him wonder if this person's confession is more than adultery or lying.

Karl couldn't help but be hopeful that it'll be a different topic tonight.

He still wouldn't mind Susan telling him of her recent adventures with her neighbour's husband or John sluggishly recalling his latest fuck after work when his wife is worried sick for him at home.

It's not like he could even interfere with their lives. The last thing Karl wanted is being incorporated into a drama.

Upon hearing the person take a seat, he starts. "Good evening, what brought you to this seat, my child?"

There was a beat of hesitance that hung between them, heavy and tense, like the weight of this person’s sin on their shoulder. Maybe this night will truly be different. 

"Father, I have sinned."

Karl's heart fluttered in his chest, cheeks heating upon realising who the person sat on the other side. What kind of atrocity have you done? Maybe this secret of yours might repel him, straighten him up, wake him up from his daze.

He cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "How so? Tell me so I can pray your sins away."

There was a long pause that followed, Karl thought you fluttered away in your nervousness but soon, you spoke once more.

"I lust for someone and I don't know how to act upon it..."

Never have his heart fall to his feet faster than when he heard your whisper, an angry blob rearing its ugly head at the back of his mind, his stomach churning uncomfortably as his mind raced with thoughts of inquiring you more about this intense affection you feel for someone.

Just the thought of this someone he doesn’t know lingering in your mind, making your heart race… His blood boiled vehemently in his core, lighting up a faint pain in his chest as they circulated around his body.

The stretched stagnant silence between them was broken by your sigh as you continued your tale, Karl couldn’t be more thankful that you did, fearing the words that might escape his mouth will scare you off for good.

“I’ve only been in Kinoko for two months now but never have I ever fallen for someone as fast as I did for him.”

Your voice trembled, not only in nervousness but also a hint of shyness, the same tone when people are sheepish and blushing when they introduce their crush to a friend. His jaw clenched, his fists turning white and his nails digging straight into his skin, itching to drive itself to the nearest solid item near him but he knew he had to keep his composure.

He can’t be acting like a child who didn’t get the toy he asked his parents for.

“So not only do you lust for him but also love him?”

“I-I do, father.”

He was prepared to hear your admission but to hear it straight from you, his heart crumbles to his feet, eyes welling up with tears and blurring his vision. Fate is truly cruel to those who're believed to be showered with blessings. Karl tilts up his head, he still has a confession to hear.

Is there really no chance he could ever be yours? 

Yes, a whisper at the back of his head said. It was already hopeless to think he had a chance in the first place.

He knew well enough how tight the rosary had bounded his hands, of course he never stood a chance. You know his boundaries more than he does at this point, his logic blurring whenever he sees you pass by, a passing breeze with your scent is enough to render him heedless.

At his heavy sigh, you called, anxious. “Father?”

“What a naughty girl you are. Lusting for someone who’s not your husband... What would the lord think of you now?”

He has no idea what compelled him to say such a thing with a seductive voice. He should give up already the logical part of him knew that but the other part of him urged him to continue, to hold onto the thinnest thread of hope that maybe this man you’re raving about is him.

It was delusional but can you really blame a man in love?

“H-he already thinks of me sinful for wishing to him every night… for someone to bend me over and fuck me rough like I’m nothing but a toy.”

A delicious shiver slithered down his spine at your words, urging blood to up to heat his cheeks and down between his thighs. He groaned softly, your soft voice matched with vulgar words sending pleasurable jolts down to his length.

You sounded so sultry, a succubus disguised as an angel descending to break him. It was dangerous to listen to you but he couldn’t help himself. Your voice holds the promise of a heated night lulling him closer to your arms.

“Tell me, do you ever touch yourself for him? Wishing it was his fingers and dick inside you?”

You responded with a soft groan, it was miniscule yet he almost bolted from his seat to cross the very boundary he was adamant to keep.

“Yes father. Every night I dream of him making me cum over and over again, not stopping even when I tap out.”

“What a mouth you have there. How bold of you to ask God himself for a good fuck and talk dirty to a priest."

Stop, the logical part of him whispered, he was crossing the boundaries placed between the light and the dark. But his heart that thudded harder in his chest and his cock that stirred in his trousers fogged his mind.

He’s too far gone to even try and leave.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

There was a challenging tone in your voice, condemning him to his fall from heaven and into the hell of your own making.

The string of constraint snaps and he’s on his feet. Karl walks out of the booth and into the other side, throwing the curtain open to see you look up at him with wide eyes, surprised and eager but he could see the glint of mischief in them.

There’s a lot of things that raged in his mind, actions he could do with you at his mercy. But instead, he sighed, mind clearing a bit as he straightened up.

“Step out of the booth and kneel in front of the cross to pray, I will baptise you once you show remorse to the lord."

He watched intently as you stood up with shaky legs, approaching the wooden podium noiselessly, the silence growing intensity with every footsteps taken. 

It was suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.

This is crazy, this is crazy. His thoughts bounced around his mind but he could care less, he started this and he will see through it all.

The stained glass windows casting a shadow over the figurine nailed on the cross, sculpted face tilted down, its expression ever firm yet it looked like iy was frowning at him for a split second.

It was spine chilling how it felt like its eyes were made to glower at him with disgust, judging his very being at where he stood. Karl's guts twisted at the thought, fear rising up to his throat only to dispese the moment you kneeled onto the red carpet, waiting for the priest to arrive and deliver his blessing, waiting for no one but him.

Your prayer left your lips in hushed whispers with both hands cupping each other close to your mouth. With the moon beaming down onto you, highlighting your figure underneath the oversized button up you wore. It was unfair how his desire showed no intention of stopping while you remained calm kneeling in front of the god’s hanging figurine.

The church gate closed and the lock echoed with a loud metallic clang and you shivered noticeably. Karl had to lock the main gate, nobody could enter the premises without his permission and no one could interrupt his moment with you. 

Heaven knows he'd run away if anyone were to ruin the already fragile mood.

"Father?"

"Can't have anyone entering such a holy space during a cleansing, you wouldn't want anyone to see how much of a bad girl you are, do you?"

Karl has never been as nervous as he is now. Not even when he moved out of his parents' house nor when he rose to stand in front of the masses for the first time as a priest. 

Yet there he was… A pin-drop interruption away from cowering in a corner. Both sides of himself are stuck in an on-going tug of war between his human desires and his god-fearing heart screaming at him.

Even every step he takes towards the front where you kneel and shiver with his approaching footsteps felt like he was striding towards his death.

His eyes wandered back to the divine sculpture pinned between mismatched panes of colored glasses. Karl's chest tightened before he averted his gaze in favor of paying attention to you.

God wanted his children to live happily and this is one of the things that'll give Karl joy, surely the divine and benevolent God could grant him this one sin.

But seeing the delectable tremble that shook your body after his words, his human desires pushed further front. He wanted to see your reaction, ached for a glimpse of how your cheeks flushed dark in his presence when he crouched in front of you, hand reaching up to pinch your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

There was something addicting with the way you easily surrendered control to him with so much trust made pride swell in his chest, something about the sight of you obediently kneeling with hands splayed on your thighs and staring up at him with wide eyes brimming with desire. A hunger he has grown unnaturally familiar with, befriended it even.

He couldn’t help but wonder if those eyes will retain its warmth and crave for his touch if you ever caught a glimpse of his mind whenever he thought about you.

"Before we start, tell me now if you want to back out, princess."

The rosary hanging from his neck scorched his skin, their round beads digging into his skin like an apparent annoyance. The accessory weighed heavier than any other day when he took it off and held it in his hand, a reminder of his duty as a priest who has made the pledge of Chastity, the same promise he’s about to break for you.

But if a ‘no’ ever escapes your lips, no matter how loud or hushed it is, he’ll be willing to stop in his tracks and move districts. 

He couldn’t bear the thoughts of you looking at him with disgusted eyes.

“Darling?”

You let out a shaky exhale. “Yes,  Father Jacobs.”

He grinned. “Good girl, now start praying.”

Karl watched as your eyes grew comically wide in shock, cheeks burning in humiliation as you fell to your chest, no doubt ashamed of assuming differently of his words. He held back the urge to laugh, no matter the setting, you never fail to be adorable.

But those worries dissipated once his large hand took yours with urgency and pressed the rosary into your hold.

Of all the hands he’s seen having the accessory hang from during the Sunday masses, he could confidently say that yours is the greatest of all. He wondered how your wrists looked when tied tightly with it.

“You only stop if I tell you to, alright? If you disobey, there will be consequences.”

With a nod, you started muttering your prayers and he went ahead to claim the lone bottle on the counter a few strides away.

"I'll start the baptising now."

But instead of going through the whole ordeal of sprinkling bits of the liquid on you like a proper priest would, he uncapped the bottle and poured its contents on you.

The water is truly holy, he thought as he stared at the sight of you in wet clothing.

You only gasped as the liquid drenched your shirt, sticking into your skin and revealing the bold red lacy bra you wore. The colour complimenting your skin so perfectly it hurts, it pains him that he's not seeing it properly.

"My apologies, the bottle broke. That shirt must be uncomfortable, we can proceed without it."

He went around you with hands cupping your shoulders as he kneeled, giving it a comforting squeeze before he reached around to undo two buttons. Your breath hitched when the collar loosened, he knew deep within that it was from the excitement and arousal yet he couldn’t help but be worried.

Karl would rather die and never see you again than be hated by you after using his power as a priest to force you into agreeing to this.

"Hey, are you sure you want this?"

When you nodded, he poured all the contents of the bottle onto your head, unsatisfied by your response. The fabric is practically translucent against your skin, what a sight you are to behold.

You gasped as the chilly temperature encouraged goosebumps on your skin but he could care less, he needed to hear you say it.

"Words princess. I need to hear them."

"Yes, Father Jacobs."

"Good girl." His words elicited a shiver from you as his hands made quick work of your shirt, shedding it off and tossing it somewhere in front.

The new uncharted skin revealed to him made his breath hitch, feverish and unmarked beneath his fingers, the goosebumps he felt under his touch sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, warmth exploding in his chest at your sigh. Such a perfect little darling for him.

Karl listened to your breathing as he lightly nibbled on your skin, careful not to leave a long lasting mark before drifting down to a more inconspicuous area to suck on. 

As much as he wanted Kinoko to know you've been fucked thoroughly tonight, he wasn't sure you'd like the idea like he does.

“Wearing such a promiscuous bra at a church, did you ever plan on repenting for your sins? Or were you hoping that someone would take you home and fuck you like the slut you are?”

“No sir, it's only for your eyes, Father Jacobs.”

He chuckled, pleased. “If it's a present for me, then shouldn’t I unwrap it?”

His pecks turned into open mouthed kisses and soon, he was laving the skin hiding your rapid heartbeat with his tongue. Every sigh you emit sends pleasurable jolts downward and further hardening his length, your every soft moan of his name frying his nerve endings alight, the feelings are intoxicating.

Your sweet, honeyed scent is addicting as it surrounds him and like the addict he is, he drowned in them, letting your perfume momentarily overpower his lust.

even then, he noticed the silence—save for your moans— in the room and swatted your thigh.

"I'm not hearing your prayers missy, don't think I've forgotten that."

If you continued, he didn't even realise. His focus zoned on the feeling of lace under his touch as he touched the hem before unclasping your bra and disposing them somewhere behind him, hands surged to your mounds, grabbing a handful and squeezing it gently. Hard nubs poking his palm, screaming for his attention, urging him to pinch them.

You’re so soft and pliant underneath his touch, surrendering and trusting him with your vulnerability and boy, does it feel good.

He felt like a high schooler who just saw boobs for the first time in his life, a teenager about to cream his pants at the sight of a topless woman. It wouldn’t surprise him if he explodes before even entering you.

"So pretty for me."

As his hands massaged both mounds gingerly in his hold and you sighed, nails digging into your skin as he pulled them before pushing back up to relieve the stings his fingers left. 

His fingers soon found your nipples and pinched them between two digits, sending ripples of pleasure in your system as he tugged on them before rolling the hard nubs in different directions.

But you needed more and he knows that from the way you crossed your thighs to close around nothing, attempting to relieve the burn in your inner core, the intense ache between them. Karl watched as your cheeks crudely flushed before he parted you open with his legs wedging in between them.

His long hands trailed down your legs teasingly, dropping to your inner thighs before they caress you up to your knees. 

"Father Jacobs, please."

His hands paused at your thighs. "What is it?"

"Touch me please..."

"But I am touching you." His hands dug into your flesh before grabbing onto them with an iron grip, the sting only igniting your core further.

"You know what I mean.."

"I don't, princess. Tell me what do you want?"

Arousal burned your cheeks a deeper red as you desperately grabbed his hand on your inner thigh and dragged them to your itching heat, body trembling when he cupped over your sex. 

Karl felt light as you pushed his fingers down on your prominent nub, moaning as you manoeuvre them to circle it, he could feel the fabric grow wetter with every touch and he almost passed out.

The heat radiating off of your clothed folds is enough to drive him crazy, he couldn’t even imagine how he’d react once he breaches your underwear and touches your arousal, revelling in them.

He could feel the burning phantom stare above him, shame curling around his heart as he stared down at your slowly writhing hips. Karl wasn't emotionally affected by his dirty talk earlier but now that he's touching your clit through your panties, the guilt weighing heavily on his heart almost made him run but your voice pulled him down, grounding him 

"Touch me here, father."

The corner of his mouth tugged up. "Asking to be finger fucked in front of the lord, aren't you a kinky little slut?"

You nodded feverishly, groaning as you pushed his hand down, mewling at the pressure applied to your clit. The fabric was absolutely drenched in your wetness and Karl almost blacked out.

He didn’t need to hear your words next, his hand pulling the cloth to one side before the other slid down into your folds, brushing over your clenching hole and rising up to press onto your clit. You moaned, hips following the slow swirl of his finger.

Karl wondered what he could do to you, there’s a lot of possibilities and he’s lightheaded at the thought of them. 

He could have you trembling from pleasure upon pleasure here on the floor but he could also treat you properly and calmly guide you to your climax. Karl wondered what could satisfy a minx like you.

“Karl please…”

Of course this isn't enough. He slipped two fingers in and you let out a strangled moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion, back arching when he curled his digit to reach up to the spongy spot continuously that got your hips rising from the floor.

You moaned and panted so sweetly in his ears, hands gripping onto his sleeves as he plunged his two fingers in and out of your cunt at a growing frequency.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

His hand picked up a pace and you mewled, head falling back to his shoulder as your hips rose to meet his thrusts. The wet squelch bouncing off the walls with every thrust of his finger made your cheeks burn from embarrassment but they only goaded him on. 

The apparent burning phantom stare now numb to him as he opened your thighs further for his gaze.

Karl felt light at the feeling of your walls clamping around his hand greedily, sucking him in yet also pushing him out, it was maddening. His length ached behind the confines of his pants, desiring nothing but to plunge himself into your heat and die a happy man.

“My little princess is so drenched for me.” He slid another digit into your folds, smoothly joining the already inserted fingers in its increasing pace and you fluttered. “Don't you have any shame for spreading your legs in front of God?”

A slick slap tore a yelp from your throat, the sting lighting your skin aflame before his fingers plunged itself again into your hole with a renewed vigour, the new pace got your knees flinching to close but his legs wedging between them prevented it from shutting and instead opened it further.

You cursed under your breath, hands rising up to massage your breasts, pulling on your nipples as you moaned like a crazy woman in his arms.

Karl watched with bated breath as his hands retracted and reentered your cunt, throat tightening as your walls clamped onto his curling fingers with an iron grip. You were crumbling in his arms and he’s elated, he was enjoying his effect on you, whose body is sensitive and responsive to his every touch.

It was an addictive feeling and he’s obsessed.

“Fa-faster…! Fuck.. Karl!”

"Aren't you ashamed you're being finger fucked in front of the lord, princess?"

You clenched at him as your head shifted in his shoulder, probably to look at the statue above you both before moaning a little louder than before, undeterred by the omniscient eyes possibly watching him pump his fingers in and out of you.

He thrust his fingers in and out feverishly, like his life depended on it. With his legs keeping your thighs firmly open, you had no choice but take it all, hips thrashing wildly and bucking into his fingers. Karl clamped a hand over your mouth as your moans increased in volume, bouncing off the walls of the church.

He was proud he's making you scream but he wouldn't want to wake up any of the sisters nor concern the locals with your screams.

"I-I'm close..!"

"Come for me princess, give it to your darling priest."

The pressure from his palm bumping into your clit along with the rapid thrust of his digits soon got you trembling as hot white flashed behind your closed lids and you came. 

You screamed into his palm as your orgasm came without a warning, exploding and lewdly expelling liquid pleasure into the chapel floor before trembling pathetically in his arms, body reduced to the state of euphoria.

Karl retracted his hand with a squelch, raising it to eye level to revel in the wetness fully coating it, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at them drooping down before sucking on his fingers. Your flavour exploded on his tongue and he groaned.

"You taste so fucking good baby. Did so well for me."

Your hands weakly tugged on his pants and he knew what you wanted.

Because he also wished the same.

Soon enough, his pants were tossed somewhere behind him and he was left standing on his boxers. The stiff tent on them immediately caught your eyes and you reached out to free him from the constricting fabric, hand wrapping around his base once he was completely bare.

Karl dared to let his fantasies play in front of him as he watched your hand pump him slowly and you stared at him through your eyelash before kissing the tip of his cock with feigned innocence, he groaned.

What a minx you are.

“Can I taste you, Father Karl?”

“Later, on your back now, princess.”

His hands guided you down carefully, palm splaying onto your abdomen as if your body would break under miniscule of pressure, his words and actions not correlating as he naturally hovered over your body.

There must've been divine intervention when you laid, spread and vulnerable in front of him. The moonlight escaping the huge mirror behind the altar shone perfectly down on your body, highlighting your perky nips and casting shadows on places that made you look more desirable than earlier when you were kneeling.

Karl couldn't help but be thankful that he was rewarded with such a sight in this life.

"You're so pretty." 

His head bent down to place a haste kiss on your stomach and your breath hitched. The heat of his breath and the hovering weight of his length on your fold frying your nerve endings aflame as he peppered kisses all over your body.

"Karl, please."

A huge hand entangled themselves with yours, his face hovering on top of you, noses a hair's width. He could feel your exhales on your lips, awakening the butterflies in his stomach as you stared at his lips.

Breathless, he asked. "What do you want, princess? I need to hear it"

"Kiss me please." 

You didn't need to ask twice when Karl leaned down to capture yours in a slow dance. Time slowed, all you could feel was the softness and warmth of his skin under your touch and slightly chapped lips caught between yours.

He reached a hand to cup your cheeks, scared that you'll be another dream of his as you nibbled on his lower lip.

You only stopped when breathing became a problem, Karl pulling away first to place kisses between the valley of your breast before he rose to head level, silently asking for permission as he stared deep into your eyes.

No words were said but you understood what he wanted. His eyes reminding you of a begging dog as it stares deep into yours.

With a nod and a trembling exhale at the promise of pleasure he was about to give you, the head of his length parted your hole, walls clenching around him as he entered. A searing heat flooding your folds as you adjusted to his thickness while he carefully inserted himself into you.

His groan rumbled deep in his lungs and ricocheted in the shell of your ears before sending shivers down your spine, the pain of his iron grip on your waist only fueling the burn of lust raging in your veins. 

His firm composure shook, eyebrows crunching and eyes closing in unadulterated pleasure just from entering you.

Karl almost passed out, your warmth clamping around his dick so greedily is taking his breath away. Lord forbids he moves, he might come earlier than he'd want to.

God give me strength.

"Relax a little, baby." His thumb found your bundle of nerves and rolled it gingerly in tight cirlces as he slowly pushed all of his inches inside your cunt.

You felt full to the brim. You haven’t had someone as thick as Father Karl before but it was a welcomed change. Your breath stuck in your throat as you adjusted to his length, legs wrapping around his middle as your body decided between keeping him inside and ejecting him. 

Karl's head fell to your shoulders, grunting and panting as your walls crazily pulsed around him, crunching his eyes as he focused on something else other than coming earlier than he'd want to.

"I-I'm sorry, it's been a while."

His body shuddered as he struggled to withhold his own climax for you. There’s a sick part of yourself that glowed at the sight of his struggle, small whimpers erupting from his throat as he hid his reddened cheeks from your eyes.

Karl is breathtaking when he’s domineering and demanding but absolutely sinful when he’s panting and embarrassed. 

Experimentally, you wound your legs around his lower back and tighten around him. A strangled whine left his lips, the sound sinful yet so sweet as his nails dug into the skin of your waist. "St-stop it."

"Come on, Karl. I wanna see you come."

"F-fuck…!" He weakly exclaimed, his composure faltering as you squeezed harder. “Stop..!”

“But you look so pretty like this.” 

You wiggled your hips and he folds, his back falling and rising in quick successions before he pulled out and splattered his hot semen into your abdomen. You couldn’t help but giggle at this. A crisp slap echoed in the room, his hand leaving an angry mark on your left inner thigh.

"You are in so much trouble, young lady."

"Am I really?"

Your teasing chuckle halted in your throat when he plunged three digits into your heat, moving them at a feverish pace, not letting you adjust to the stretch. Your hips rose from the ground from the sudden influx of stimulation, trying to avoid his unforgiving thrust but the firm hold on your waist prevented you from moving away.

A wicked grin spreads on Karl's face as your legs flail around him, heels digging into his thighs and pushing him away but the man relents. 

“Stop moving and take it like a good little slut.” He grunted as your nails dug into his biceps, squeezing hard enough to hurt but not to bleed.

Blood rushes up to your cheeks at the name, embarrassingly aroused by it. The stinging pain it brought became the pleasure that ran down to his length, hardening it further. You could only wail in place, his iron grip on your waist unrelenting.

Your body erupted in flames, every vein of your body scorched with the fierceness of pleasure running through them, every collision of his hips into yours sending sparks down your thighs. There was nothing but moans and whines leaving your lips as the coils in your abdomen tightened with every thrust and Karl knew it.

His eyes rose to your lust clouded eyes, down to your bouncing breasts and standing nipples almost begging for his touch before it fell to your cunt sucking him in greedily as you bounced on his cock. 

He burned the image of your sex-drunk state at the back of his eyelids, such a sight should be treasured forever.

A sloppy slap echoed in the chapel and your legs closed around his body, his fingers retreats from your hole only to be replaced by his length, immediately lodging himself to the hilt, his head almost nudging your uterus.

"Fuck!"

"That's right baby. This priest is fucking you good tonight."

He folded your legs to your stomach before starting his rampage, pulling out until his head remained before bottoming out in a flash and you screamed as you came apart without warning.

Even with your legs twitching and your sobs increasing in volume, Karl only continued, even daring to speed up. He didn't mind that you're about to leave bleeding scratches on his forearm, if anything, they're proof of this encounter. Something he'll surely remember in his waking days and sleepless nights.

Just like how he carved himself inside you.

You stuttered out incoherent words as he thrusted in and out of you in quick progressions, impatient and rabid. Pleasure and pain intermingled with each other so much your brain couldn't process which one is which as they blurred,  deeply cock drunk to w

There was something about how you're letting him witness such a sight, to let him bask in your lust driven state that makes his heart grow. 

So trusting and so perfect for him, God himself is truly generous to grant him this opportunity.

"K-Karl, please..! I can't—"

"You can baby, now give me another one."

As if his dick continuously poking your g-spot wasn't enough, his hand moved down to roll your protruding bundle of nerves and you swore you saw fireworks behind your eyelids. 

Pleasure flooded and fogged your already sex-addled mind, your own thoughts overshadowed by your own arousal and you screamed. Karl watched your shaking thighs with sadistic glee before the dam broke and you squirt.

Your throat grew hoarse and dry as your climax tore a moan from it. Karl pulled out until the tip and plunged back in, albeit slowly this time, his ears tuned to your incoherent blabbers as he chased his own high.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

His palm felt like spring after a harsh winter when it splayed on your back and rubbed your skin gently, comforting but it did nothing to your shaking legs. “Just a little bit more, princess. Can you do that for me?”

You only hummed a response, there was nothing you could do with weakened limbs and a traitorously hungry cunt despite the stings of pain lashing across it. His groans rumbled deep into your middle. 

“Next time, I’ll fuck you properly on a bed, treat you like a princess and a cock sleeve that you deserve. Would you like that baby?”

You nod, tears spilling down your eyes as his hips collided into yours, the promise of a next time lost in your muddled thoughts. It didn't take long before thick strings of his cum flooded into your insides, his own climax triggering yours and your body shook.

Karl couldn’t help but chuckle as your greedy cunt constricts around nothing to keep his seeds from spilling out. Seeing his come ooze out of your pulsing cunt sent tremors down his spine but he has to stop now, you’re already spent tonight.

Later.

He rose to pick your lax figure up from the floor and forced you to sit on the nearest pews before going around the room to pick up your discarded clothes. Karl decided on forgoing his t-shirt to use it to wipe his essence staining the wood and your skin, your wordlessness made him nervous.

You could be still gliding from the state he reduced you to or maybe you were regretting everything, either way, Karl is scared, you could see it in his eyes as he gingerly wiped you down and dressed you up until you gathered the strength to do it yourself.

Laying on the floor indeed gave you back aches and with the weakness of your limbs from your previous endeavours exhausted you incredibly, the comfortable silence of the room only pulling you closer to sleep, something Karl immediately took notice of.

“Did you regret it?”

You cupped his cheeks, keeping his eyes firmly on yours before shaking your head. “No, I don’t.”

“Wanna stay the night?”

“If you promise to let me hog your blankets.”

He grinned, kissing the tip of your nose. “Of course princess.”

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[ohlovejoy]

hellooo lia <3 welcome back :)) could i request tommy fluff based off the france vlog? have a good day/night!

sure thing anon! here you go <3

france headcanons | tommyinnit x gn!reader

while waiting for your flight to france, your flight is delayed. being really tired, you rest your head on tommy's shoulder and he gets really excited!

kristin starts filming the whole ordeal and he starts "making the pogchamp face"

you encourage him to stick his head into the eiffel tower

"Do it, you won't."

"I'll give you 100 gifted if you manage to pull this off!"

he does it and almost gets stuck!

in the louvre, he'd tell you you're his favorite work of art

you'd respond to him by saying that you were your favorite work of art too

he'd be reluctant to try eating slugs/frogs like in the vlog but since you were brave enough to do it, he'd try it out

around midnight, you and tommy sneak out of your hotel rooms and go and watch the eiffel tower at night together.

admiring the lights and how lucky the two of you are

wishing this moment would never end

then you realize it's 3 am and the jet lag was not helping either of you

you kiss each other goodnight and head off to bed

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[chocolatte-and-despair]

Hey sense you won't do Techno right now (I totally respect and understand why) can you do Wilbur/Revivbur, please. This is my idea. So you and Quackity started working together not long ago you help him win the games. Essentially you rig everything. you deal the cards in his favor roll the dice the right way and make sure no one knows. Until Mr.Soot finds out. - ♎️

Wilbur Soot

You and Quackity were thick as thieves. If Quackity hated someone, you hated them too. And unluckily for Wilbur, Quackity didn't like Wilbur all that much.

That was one of your charms, to be honest. He always loved the chase, and you made sure to always run from him.

The moment Wilbur found out about your secret, it felt like he finally had you in his palm. Even if it was unwillingly.

If you wanted Quackity's business not to fail, then you had to follow every little whim that Wilbur had, without failure, otherwise a threat would leave his lips.

Sure, he hadn't kidnapped you, but you had no more freedom, now that he held a secret you weren't willing to let anyone else know.

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[dreamsmpimagnes]

Can we get more ccharlie content, maybe something nsfw? i love himm

2 posts in one day??? and it's not even 11am?? We're popping off

C!Slimecicle NSFW Headcanons

While he does have sexual feelings, he doesn't necessarily understand them

In fact, the first time you turned him on, he was confused at the new way he was feeling and spent maybe a bit too long trying to articulate it

On a similar note, seeing as he's just goop in a vague human shape (not having any fake muscle or bone definition), he doesn't understand human anatomy

Because of that, he often asks a lot of questions during foreplay, eager to learn

Considering he was in a form similar to a slime cube, his own anatomy is a bit odd, it being a result of his own shaping

For instance, his dick is more similar in shape to a tapered tendril, but if it's something that makes you at all uncomfortable, he'll form himself differently to fit your taste (he'd do whatever you asked if it means you're enjoying him)

In fact, he's absolutely shameless and doesn't understand what's embarrassing about the 'embarrassing' aspects of sex

Any nervousness or insecurities don't really click with him, he's far too busy feeling good

He doesn't bother trying to quite himself down either, instead opting to loudly moan, gasp, whine, and pant with reckless abandon

As he gets closer to finishing, his body heats up and he lightly melts into whatever's touching him

As he's laying under you, his back arched against the bed, a translucent lime green slime sticking to the blankets as wells as the inside of your thighs as he quite literally melts into you (so quickies are a no-go)

Naturally, baths are a major part of your aftercare sessions

You'll be soaking in a bubble bath with your sweet slime guy sitting on a stool next to you, listlessly chatting your ear off

#dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #c!slimecicle imagines #c!slimecicle x reader #c!slimecicle x you #c!charlie imagines #c!charlie x reader #c!charlie x you #ccharlie imagines #ccharlie x reader #ccharlie x you

[tapesfrom1980]

living with the sleepy bois

pro nouns: she/her

desc: being adopted by c!phil and

what it’s like living with each of them

TECHNO

it took a short while for him to warm up to you but he did eventually mostly because phil threatened him if he didn’t

very overprotective

someone insulted you? missing never to be seen again.

someone laughed at you in a mean way? they better pray.

lets you wear his crown and cape if he’s in a good mood

obviously tommy gets mad at him for it since he never lets him wear it

never, and i mean NEVER, lets you participate in a war or anything that risks you getting hurt

loves patting you on the head for some reason

teases you just as much as he teases the boys

giving you gifts without telling you it was him

you figured it out by the third gift he gave, the smile he had every time you opened a gift gave it away

he’s never been the type for affection but will wholeheartedly volunteer to cuddle you if you can’t sleep

phil enjoys watching techno’s soft side come out when you two are having a wholesome moment

TOMMY

he’d probably be jealous of how much attention you got when you first moved in but got over it pretty quickly

him being protective over you just like techno

he always wants you to join in his pranks along with tubbo

“but dad! y/n is the only one who can properly throw a firework!”

the mention of you, tommy’s, and tubbo’s name in one sentence gives phil a massive headache. poor philza that man needs a break

having secret hang out spots with him whenever you’re out running techno after pranking him

“BEING MY SIBLINGS DOESNT LOWER THE CHANCE OF ME KILLING YOU LITTLE SHI-

pretending to be the queen and getting treated like one <3

“here is your fruit salad, majesty.” *bows*

loves to brag about his awesome little sister

“oi sap have you met my new little sister?”

WILBUR

didn’t really mind when you came home

he was mostly just like “oh i guess you’re one of us now”

didn’t really talk to you a lot till he started getting more comfortable

wakes you up at 5 am everyday to watch the sunrise

plays his guitar in front of you and asks for opinions

teaching you how to play guitar too

sometimes you guys perform as a duo in front of phil, you sing and he plays

cooking together him cooking and letting you do some things every once in a while because he doesn’t trust that you won’t burn down the kitchen

stealing his oh so very soft sweaters

messing with his hair

he used to hate it but just gave up at some point and just let it happen

loves making you gifts he made himself

TUBBO

he honestly didn’t mind having you around but he just followed whatever tommy said so he also pretended like he didn’t like you that much

he’s very shy but if anyone says something negative about you he’ll speak up every single time

FLOWER CROWNS.

you always make flower crowns together along with ranboo

also becoming besties with ranboo

going on adventures with tubbo and tommy

piggyback rides even tho 90% of the time he drops you or you both fall down

it’s ok tho ranboo gives better piggybacks and it’s fun when he teleports

plus ranboo is significantly taller than tubbo therefore more fun to piggyback since he’s so fricking tall and you can see everything

making bracelets

doing it without tommy tho or else he’ll spill all the beads on purpose

cleaning duo always! you broom he mops, he washes you dry, etc

tree climbing (sometimes with tommy if he promises to not jump off)

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[nyxonlive]

"spectacular arrangement"

contains c! dream, c! george summary to be quite frank, neither the both of you were informed about the arrangement so imagine the look of surprise when the news finally broke out, without you both knowing. word count 1k+

DREAM

"i'm sorry what?" he managed to cover his reaction - failing miserably as the reporters eyebrows turned to knots. repeating the question again the interviewer asked "how did you meet the love of your life you highness?"

straightening his posture he needed to talk to his mother after the interview. glancing at the reporter he said "we met on a horseback trail when i was going home from a stroll" keeping the answer short and possibly private, he managed to catch a breath when the interviewer moved onto a new topic.

don't get him wrong, he prepared for these type of stuff even if the questions are chosen before the day of the interview. he must've missed reading the question about this arrangement not to mention the sudden change on the look on his face. finishing the interview he snuck out, not letting his guards know he left which his mom is gonna scold him later on.

he stumbled on the forest he always visited since his childhood, the roots have grown but it still feels like yesterday, like he was still the young prince without any pressure on his back. the sudden drip of water as he watch the sky turn to gray as he cursed silently. how was he going to get out of this without informing any followers that itch to get something out of the royal family? cause apparently a prince drenched from the rain is "inappropriate" and "careless"

as the sky turns to the darker hue, he knew he was in trouble. he spots a figure and fights his thoughts about asking the person for help. troubled he had no choice to ask knowing he might risk his life or reputation with this move. "excuse me? do you know the way out? it seems as though im kind of lost" as the figure turned to him; the first thing he spotted is their eyes how it shines even though everything between them was already dark. the person smiled softly as they open their mouth to speak "getting lost here is common but it's your lucky day since i know the way" hesitant he asked "how do i know you're not gonna kidnap me and sell my organs?" they chuckled "well i have no use for your organs sir, im quite content to my finances and organs"

still hesitant he just nods as the rain kept getting stronger he felt himself shivering and they must've saw as they took of their coat and gave it to him surprised he blurted "oh no, please keep it" staring at him, they said "no worries i have thick skin and clothes too it's more better if you took this" he carefully took the coat in their hands and automatically finds comfort in the lavender scent it has. he's still wondering how he was able to trust someone to do this let alone a stranger.

reaching the end they spoke "well here we are i hope you get back home safely" glancing the lanterns he thanked them and they smiled and continued to walk away from him. processing what happened he took of the coat but they smiled and said "keep it. it looks good on you" speechless dream watches as they walk away from him. the blush was obvious from his face as he walks himself towards the castle.

he couldn't sleep if he was going to be honest he still thought about the comfortable feeling he had for a short time he hasn't felt that in years. as he glances at the coat that hangs from his wardrobe, he thought he was lucky to encounter and not someone who has something they want he came into the conclusion that some people want something from everyone but you were different and breath of fresh air. and he liked that, a lot.

as he finds himself seating as his mother said and explained the arrangement he was about to rebuttal when they were interrupted as the doors opened  he saw a familiar face. it's going to be alright he said to himself. it was you.

GEORGE it was his duty he reminded himself but he couldn't take away the feeling that it was forced because it definitely was. pondering, he glances at your direction it was raining it was a setback for them and the horses but you look at the rained as it was peaceful he heard you spoke "you're not quite fond of the rain aren't you? "he was surprised to say the least, but he softly answered "indeed i am, it's a setback for everyone, the hunt, farms." you hummed still staring at him he continued " i take it you like the rainy weather?" you glanced at him, smiling softly "i do" you spoke again "i take it as the sky took too much to bear" george was confused it was evident from his face chuckling you said "i mean it's the sky releasing it's emotion or burden, i like to think the sky as person it has emotions and gorgeous smiles like sunsets and such, and as a person no one should bear that much weight inside. so for me rain is the sky trying to release it's pain and burden." you looked up on him as he said "you are indeed smart" smiling you said "i know i am" he chuckled and he said "do you wanna see the sunset with me tomorrow?" "i would love to. " as the sky  turns to blue into magnificent hues you said "the sky's smiling" not taking his eyes on the sun he says "indeed it is" as you glance at him "it is indeed beautiful"

you continue to stare as he looks at the sun smiling.

"ah you two are getting along, good." his mother says he looks at his mother and said "we are, you picked someone good." his mother smiles and said "i know i did." as they both smiled excited for the future ahead.

an: i might do some of the others as well (if motivation comes thru)

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[quackarl]

MCYT · ‘TIKTOK PRANKS’

A/N: Includes: Dream, Sapnap, Karl, Quackity. (Sapnap and Quackity having the same prompt, sorry! I just found it the the most fitting for them both for some reason.) I got just a *little* carried away writing this, lol, you’ll see what I mean. You’ve been warned ;) I don’t use TikTok myself, but I’ve seen these pranks going around, so hopefully I got them right. Wrote the majority of this on a plane back home after taking a really nice trip to London <3 Good memories <3 

DREAM: when you didn’t say “I love you” back to him…

My frantic fleeing in and out of the room collecting my belongings could be explained by the fact that I was running late for the plans I had set for the day and I had only gotten myself half-ready to leave. I still took time to let Dream, who was currently working while floppily slumped in his chair, know that I wasn’t going to be home for the rest of the day to keep him company, (or to massage his tense shoulders that looked more and more stiff the more he stressed himself over the work he was in the middle of), “I have plans for today that unfortunately doesn’t include you. In case you forgot.”

”Hey, sexy,” he hummed at me as a greeting, giving his words a sensual rasp, “yeah. Thanks for reminding me that I have to share you with the world.” 

His eyes were still occupied with the work-related documents on his computer screen, but his voice was attentive to me as ever as he emphasized every word, his sulky voice giving away that he was now pouting at the thought of not spending the day with me.

I smiled at his tantrum, “awww. Lucky for me that you’re still all mine.” 

I didn’t even comprehend to realize how true my words sadly were, since he hadn’t gone outside much ever since it had become an every-day-fear of his to be recognized. I had become one of the few people to have every part of him to myself.

He nevertheless shrugged my comment off and spinned around in his chair to face me. A feisty, approving smirk took over his face when he realized the significance of the outfit I had put on, something a little more skimpy than I would normally dare to go for. He looked like he wanted to recite a prayer to restrain himself from committing any inappropriate actions, but instead he settled for a compliment. “fuck, that looks so good on you. I love it. I love you,” he shamessly told me.

Instead of repeating those three little words back to him, I uttered him a quick “thanks” and felt my cheeks heat up under his predatory gaze.

He also now looked like he really wanted to pick at me for not returning the affection and those words the way I know he’d like for me to, but he didn’t. “Cute,” he instead mockingly muttered to himself about my visibly flushed appearance, “very cute.”

He turned himself around in the chair to face his computer again, but didn’t have too much time to pick up where he had left off before my phone chimed next to him from where I had left it on the table. It peaked his interest enough for him to glance at the screen to see who was trying to reach me.

“It’s a text, from Sapnap…,” his voice carried a hint of distress, “okay.. why is there a heart emoji?”

He was getting not only frustrated but also a little jealous. Great. Frustrated Dream is already a handful. Add jealously to the mix and it’s a whole nuclear explosion.

I removed my phone from his sight to exclaim what was the root of the sudden turn of his sour mood and saw that I indeed had received a text from Sapnap. With a little, friendly heart emoji.

“He has no business to send you that stuff. You know that no one could ever appreciate or love you like I do. I really love you the best”, Dream muttered. Damn.

”Okay, tough guy,” I joked while letting out a little giggle at his possessive act of the unwillingness to having anyone to compete with, my love being at stake, “calm down before your knuckles get bloody.” 

Not that anyone ever could beat him at it.

He didn’t budge too much again at my lack of response, but instead typed away on his computer. My busy man. Okay, so, case closed for now.

When I eventually had gotten myself ready to head out, I took quiet steps approaching Dream and he didn’t budge again, even when I walked behind him and lowered my hands to rest on his shoulders in a rubbing manner. I heard him hum contentedly at my touch though.

“I’m leaving now,” I notified him, “you can call me if you need me. I mean need me as in if you accidentally drink bleach or something. Not need me as in if you’re horny and desperate.” We’ve been there before.

“Okay, mom…,” Dream rolled his eyes as he got to recall the memories of his past very desperate shenanigans, but then got serious again as he turned his head to give me a fondly look, “seriously, you take care of yourself, okay? I love you. I’ll be right here when you get back.”

“Yeah,” was my blant answer to his statement again.

He remained silent for a few seconds, until I heard his chair squeak as he turned completely around yet again in it to slowly divert his unimpressed gaze at me. I had to let my hands fall from his shoulders. I didn’t get to stray too far away from him until his voice stopped me in my tracks.

“No. Stop. Stay. What is this?” he demanded, “why can’t you just say it back? Just say it: I. love. you. Like that. Please.”

I shrugged my shoulders and put on an innocent face, “it’s overrated anyway. I think we should come up with other ways to declare our love for each other.” Totally a lie, a bold one, but I wanted to work him up a little more.

“What?!” his face was bewildered, “since when are you so anti-love?!”

I racked my brain for more excuses. That’s what they really were, excuses. Fake ones. Because I really love this man more than anyone I ever will. I have a lot of making up to do to patch up his probably shattered heart after this joke is done with. “I just don’t feel like saying it sometimes,” I lied again.

“Stop this”, he fake cried pulling me so close to him that he was able to bury his face on my clothes and wipe his ‘tears’ on them, “is this some sick joke?”

I smiled to myself. A perfect time to put an end to this. “It is,” I finally unveiled the grand reveal.

Dream’s fake cries stopped so abruptly like a cut-scene, it was almost comical. He looked up to me rolling his chair away and hissing annoyingly, “right.”

He let out a, just a little irritated, sigh to linger in the air but still found the grace in him to take my hands into his own and place kisses on my knuckles, even though he had nothing to be sorry for.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’ve been acting so cocky lately that I needed to bring you back down to earth to remind you that I have power over you as well,” I teasingly told him, “and that I got the power to make you beg apparently.” I felt kind of powerful though to know how much he apparently needs my love and affection to function.

He gave me a final scoff of scoldment while still fiddling with my hands.

When I was eventually getting ready to walk out of the door for real this time (my god, I was so late), he called out to me, “you forgot something again.”

I quickly padded over to where he was still sitting, expecting him to demand here and now to convince that I really love him the most, but instead he pulled me down to his lap by my hand and took a firm hold of my jaw, guiding his moist and already parted lips hungrily to mine.

“Not sure if you deserve this, though…,” he teasingly muffled through the kisses and the mess of our tongues colliding together, “… after that, oh so funny, little stunt of yours. Well, we’ll see how much fun you’re having when you’re lying underneath me and the only thing that smart mouth of yours can recite is my name and how much you love me. Making sure you’ll never forget it again.“

His hands were moving at the speed of light all over my body, I couldn’t keep track where they had been and where they were possibly going next. I felt all the little squeezes and strokes leaving hot trails on my body.

“You’re always good to me,” I breathily let hot praises slip out of my mouth without even thinking through them first, “I really do love you.”

I could feel his mouth shape into a grin flattened against mine after finally hearing those words. Except that the next second it resembled more of like a perverted smirk as he used his hands to tilt my head back and guided his trail of kisses down to my neck.

”Mmmm,” he straight up moaned against my skin, making me shiver from the vibrations, “I know you do, baby. And you love everything I give you. Don’t wanna give it to anyone else but to my girl.”

Before things could escalate any further, I stood back up with shaky breathing and legs while he was very still cockingly man-spreading on his chair and letting his gaze roam up and down on me, on all the places he had just intimately traced with his hands, “damn, I know you’re not a piece of meat, but I just wanna take a bite of that.” Honestly, screw all those fantasies of being treated like a princess, I just wanted him to treat me like the actress out of his dirtiest dreams.

I still somehow managed to come up with a response with seduction dripping from every word I spoke, “I guess you’re in for a treat, or in this case a full-course meal, when I get back home.”

He had finally let me leave, but not without grabbing a handful of my behind, in his unnecessarily large hands, and rasping out, “I think I like my meat raw when it comes to you.”

I just so wanted to take his ego and shove it into a drawer to keep it restrained until I’d come home ready to play with it again. He always somehow makes even my wildest dreams come true, so I was now dreaming very wildly about the night ahead of us.

SAPNAP: when you appear wearing something revealing…

All I could hear while attempting to finish my own daily tasks were Sapnap’s yells and yaps at his friends and at the game he was currently in the midst of trying to finish.

“I’m not dying here in the middle of zombies who are not even sexy! Oh, shit! Guys, help!” he shrieked to his team-mates who were on the other side of the call, making his voice crack in the process, that caused him to blush to himself.

Sapnap’s full attention was so occupied by the game and his friends’ commands that he was receiving through his headphones, that he didn’t seem bothered by anything going on around him. Or by anyone.

Not even by me leaving my clothes a mess on the floor and changing into something way more skimpier and tighter. Might as well call it lingerie. I felt a little silly being so exposed and standing awkwardly by his desk waiting for him to even notice I was there.

Sapnap must’ve finally sensed my presence next to him, because he gave my figure a hurried side-eyed glance, as if he also sensed that I wanted his attention. Or something from him.

”Oh, shit!” he yelped out loud in shock after noticing my lack of clothing, hurriedly reaching to cover his camera to protect me from being seen until he realized he’s not even live-streaming nor his camera is not on. His face broke out into a little lopsided grin at his own nonsensicality.

“That ashamed of me?” I joked. There was not an ounce of insecurity running through me right now, not when I had him silently examining my body in appreciation, making his eyes do all the talking as they lingered in certain areas a little too long. 

”Fuck,” he quietly muttered to himself in response to liking what he was seeing. I felt a little chilly from the cool breeze in the room and just wanted his hands to warm me up.

“No, nothing’s happening,” he tried to keep his voice nonchalant while convincing the other boys listening that there was no particular reason behind his exclamation, ”my girl’s just messing with me. Thinking it’s funny to sneak up on me.” Well, that’s not the whole truth. I was also hoping to mess with him in ways that I didn’t want the others to know about.

His voice may had deceived him, but his face didn’t. The absolute sinful smirk implied that he was thinking about something else as well. There was something sensual in the way that he was now resting his chin on his hand, rubbing his jaw in the manner of thinking. I wonder what plans he has for me. I don’t know if I was anticipating his words or actions more.

“Yeah, sorry, I know it’s a little risqué…,” I nervously admitted referring to my appearance when he still hadn’t spared me what he was actually thinking of my little surprise, other than just smirking to himself.

Sapnap’s eyes had lost their usual emerald green shine and his pupils now were dark with lust. Whenever he decides to gaze at me like that, it still has the power to make me nervous and fidgety. There was nothing I could really fiddle with, so I set my hands on top of his chair.

“No, it looks so fucking good,” he finally spoke, “turning me on, baby….” He pretended to adjust his pants on the crotch while making other lewd gestures with his hands that really made it seem like he has plans for me. Very inappropriate plans. My god, I’m so glad no one else isn’t seeing this.

We were both well aware that he was still on a call with his friends who couldn’t help overhearing every word he was exchanging with me. Should I feel embarrassed about it? Probably. But I didn’t have time to plea for the ground to swallow me whole until I heard the rumble of other voices through his headphones.

I first heard Karl’s bubbly but confused giggles at Sapnap’s comment that was unrelated to what was happening in the game they were still in the midst of playing, “man’s in a whole another world,” I heard him tease.

“Yeah, what are you doing.., Sapnap?” Dream laughed nervously as well, “is the game really turning you on? Is it my character that’s making you act up?” Now they were just teasing. They all definitely had connected the dots in each of their own heads that I was actually distracting Sapnap. I heard Karl burst into laughter again at Dream’s comments.

“Shut up,” Sapnap called them both out, “you guys are dumb. And definitely not as sexy as the person I’m currently with and looking at. Y’all have fun being single.”

Sapnap then regained his composure so he could hang up the call and shut down the game. We watched the screen go black with in anticipation in the air. I was expecting him to be so worked up at this point that he would’ve immediately gotten up from his seat to lunge at me, but instead he pulled me down on his lap.

He whistled lowly as I was lowering myself slowly to sit down on top of his awaiting thighs. “God damn,” he croaked to himself, lowly enough that I wasn’t sure if it was for me to hear, “this fucking body of yours…”

“And I thought the game was supposed to be your priority for the day” I giggled, recalling his earlier enthusiasm for it that he had now apparently replaced with the interest to explore my body, “now you’ve just left everyone hanging and probably lost all the progress you made.”

“See if I care,” he mumbled, “I have other priorities now.”

He spent a few seconds staring into my eyes to test the waters, until taking further action and rushing to make our lips collide with each other as if the world depended on it. He worked with his tongue to thoroughly claim mine. I would change the shape of my mouth if it meant that he could then somehow have more access to it. I didn’t want there to be any parts of me left that would not ever have the chance to feel him. I wanted him everywhere.

He breaks the kiss to teasingly ask me, “but really, where’s your shame? Just coming to interrupt me like that? You really didn’t need to pamper me like this.” Yeah, I know he really could’ve not asked for a better kind of interruption than me appearing half-naked in front of him.

I squealed a little when his chilly hands came in contact with my thighs to knead them eagerly. I flirtily replied back to him, “I think I left it somewhere in our bed. Wanna come with me to try and find it?”

His hair was sticking up a bit from when he must’ve ran his fingers through it during the game, further dishevelling it. I began to toy with it, but my fingers had a little teasy way themselves when I gently pulled at the strands, trying to convince him. I just wish he’d make my heart and body happy already.

I think I somehow thought it into existence because he stood up, scooping me up as well, and started hurriedly guide us to the bedroom, “don’t mind if I do, baby. But I think I’d rather find something else. Like that one spot of yours that I know always makes you feel good.”

Yeah, I don’t think there were any knots in my body that he couldn’t untie. I felt like a puppet in his strings as he carried me to the bedroom and laid me down, arranging my body just the way he liked. I’d call that success.

KARL: when you dodged/wiped his kisses off…

Karl had just simply laid his hands to rest intimately on my waist and attempted to lock our lips in a habitual kiss when I had decided to possibly ruin his entire week and mess with his mindset by dodging and then eventually wiping off his kiss that he looked so eager to give me. His face had resembled a beaming little kid who had entered a candy store, but as I had ducked my head down to dodge him, his face had sadness written all over it as if when he’s now being told they don’t have his favorite candies. Poor boy.

He came up with a response quicker than I had expected him to recover from the rejection. “You wanna try that again?” he huffed, narrowing his eyes at me.

His voice didn’t sound stern but his hands told a different story as he tightened his hold on me almost possessively. The tone of his voice and his choice of words caused a little playful yet tense atmosphere to form between us. His gaze held me as a captive. Not a chance he’d let me get away, until I’d given him a good enough of a justification for my actions.

“Do what?” I mentally cringed at how stupid I was sounding now. There’s no way he thinks I’m seriously avoiding his affection. I literally eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. I feed off of it. I breathe it.

“Am I not kiss-licious anymore or what?” he asked now pouting his lips. I laughed at the ‘totally-made-up-by-him-just-now’ word. And just like that, the sides of him switched. Now it was turn for his soft side to come out. He had loosened his hold on me, now holding me like a delicate flower he still didn’t want to let go of.

“You are,” I convinced him and placed my hands on top of his own soft ones, “babe-“

He removed his hands from my frame in one swift move and went to cup my cheeks with them instead, still touching me softly like I had a ‘fragile’ label stuck on me. I felt the pillowy material of his hoodies’ sleeves against the skin of my face. I think he had just pulled on his sweater paws to avoid his possibly cold hands giving my face a cold shock. So cute.

His next move was pressing a nice, warm kiss on my cheek. I wondered if he felt the heat on my cheeks that was radiating off of me. His hands had somehow lustfully wandered to my waist again. Now there was also a little moist imprint of his lips on my cheek. Double cute.

“Now, there you go. Was that so bad?” he questioned me agitated. 

I shook my head and played it innocent, “of course not. Why would it be bad?”

Still, nevertheless I wanted to see how hard he would work for it, so I went to wipe my cheek where his lips had just been, until I felt his hands leave my waist and use them to block me from raising them. So I tilted my head to the side just down enough for me to wipe my cheek on my shirt-covered shoulder instead. It worked.

“What?! Why?!” Karl was baffled. He took a few steps back, to very dramatically in true Karl fashion, crouch down and put his hands behind his head to collect his thoughts for a few seconds and then softly coaxing the truth out of me, “did I do something? Something else than just trying to, you know, kiss you like I do every day? If you want some space, that’s okay, but I just want to know if we’re fine?”

He was now bouncing around on his feet, refusing to calm and settle himself down until he was given an explanation for my odd behavior.

I could see why he was so stressed, because I usually was never the one to turn him down. I wanted to find the humor in how fast his mood went from 0 to 100 but the genuine concern in his eyes and voice made me also realize how I was really cared for and loved in ways I had never realized before. He was still willing to cooperate in assuring that I’m okay and still into him, even when I had acted cold. That’s the key word. Acted. Because none of this was real and I was still very much joking. Which he was still unaware of.

I innocently smirked and batted my eyes at him, “I’m fine. And my kisses are always free estate. Especially if the asker is as handsome as you.”

Now my words had registered in his brain and I could see a flash of an expression on his face that told me that he probably knew I wasn’t being serious to begin with. He must’ve figured out that there wasn’t anything wrong, that I wasn’t rejecting him for any particular reason, other than just trying to be funny.

He whispered a “we’ll see about that” under his breath and then snarled more audibly to me, “come here.” Karl’s hands effortlessly found their familiar spot on my waist again, transferring us into a romantic atmosphere once again. He leaned in for my lips and I could feel his heavy breaths hit my face. He really must want this. Want me. Just for me to bring his movements to a halt by dodging him, again.

He startled when his lips touched nothing but air and he felt me pulling away, again, taking my body heat away. “You just did it again!” he complained, “alright! That’s messed up.”

His hands went to the drawstrings of his hoodie, making his dark nail polish give a stunning contrast against the skin of his neck. He pulled on the drawstrings tightly, making the hood create a cocoon around his head, shielding his face from any touch or even wisps of air. All that was left of him for me to somewhat see were his eyes peering at me and a few strands of hair that fell into his face.

“Alright. It’s only fair and square that you cannot kiss me either then. No matter how much you want to,” he then announced, raising his bets, his words a little muffled by the fabric covering his mouth.

We just stood there for a while with me trying to bite back a smile at his head swallowed by his hood. I hope he always stays young and playful like this at heart.

It didn’t last too long though, when he finally came out of his hood for some much needed air, exposing his now ruffled hair. I went to smooth it down with my hands.

“My frustrated boy,” I teased him.

“Yeah, I’m your boy,” he squared up his posture and then a wild blush took over his face at his own over-exaggerated action, “a kissless one, though,” he uttered under his breath.

”Cute hair,” I pointed out the disheveled state of him. He immediately reached to ruffle his hair and tame the strands sticking up to which he reacted to with a little grin. I admired him, “and hey, cute smile too.”

He looked up to meet my eyes slyly, “thanks! You gave it to me!” We both giggled at that.

“Anything else?” he continued, “anything else catching your eye?” He hintingly kept pursing his lips at me, involuntarily making my eyes bore into them and how plushy they looked. Oh yeah, he definitely kept frustratedly biting and nipping on them earlier. Life’s too short to pretend you don’t want to kiss a pair of lips that look like they’ll make you forget your own name.

So I finally gave in, “hmm, I think your lips look like they need something. Any ideas what that could be?”

Karl hummed, “we have the whole day but I don’t know if that’s enough time for every idea I have,” his voice changed drastically to a low grunt, “but the marks you might have by the end of the day… good luck trying to wipe them off. Not sorry for them, by the way.” So he’s still going at it.

“Get on it then, pretty boy.” I taunted him. I didn’t look very taunting nor intimidating though with a smile on my face.

Karl’s cheeks nonetheless got a little rosy after hearing the name I had just called him, “stooop…,” but he didn’t stay embarrassed for too long until he was dominating the turn of events again, “so now I’m pretty and irresistible, huh? Pretty enough to take you somewhere else and show you a pretty good time?”

We both broke into giggles and reached out for each other to become a tangle of wandering hands and hungry lips. I even swear I could feel and hear him moan a little against my lips at the long-awaited physical closeness. Soon we were craving more and to my relief, he slipped his hands under the hem of my shirt. I did the same to him, which earned me another low moan from him. I did the power-move of sliding my hands down to the waistband of his pants next, which was his snapping point, because from there on things got heated.

Sooo, keep him on his toes and push his buttons a little in the future as well. Noted.

QUACKITY: when you appear wearing something revealing…

Alex’s face after he got the first glimpse of me revealing my lack of clothing to him was almost… bitter. He knew that I knew better than to taunt or tempt him when he was busy doing something that didn’t allow him to do anything about it, or do me. He finds it frustrating. Like now, when he was immersed in another round of a game he spent majority of his time playing and listening to the banter of his friends who he was on a call with. And here I was, trying to get him to act up when he had everyone listening to his every word.

He wasn’t even looking at me anymore, but instead he had buried his face in his hands, dramatically sighing, “here we go. Stop pulling this kind of shit on me.”

Lies. I knew he liked loved when I initiated intimacy, but he still apparently had a reputation to uphold that doesn’t let anyone catch him simping.

What he didn’t know right now was that there was another layer of me. Literally. I stripped from my robe as well. It got him to sprint out of his chair on his feet, “yoooo! Chill now! You ain’t gotta show all that!”

There was literally no one else seeing me except for him. I laughed at his paranoia (and maybe the slight possessiveness) that he’d have to share this intimate view of me with someone else.

“What are you doing? What are you actually doing? I can’t believe this…. I can’t believe you’d do this right now when I’m fucking… trying to play my game and do my thing…,” he playfully ranted, his voice nearing a whisper by the end when he had recalled that his friends were still very much within earshot on a call.

“It’s okay to take some time off to simp,” I teased, but he brushed me off.

He picked my robe back up from the ground from where I had dropped it and handed it back to me, “oh my fuckin’ god…. I could’ve been on a fuckin’ video call! Can you put this back on now?”

I know he was now really letting his slight possessiveness and jealousy get in the way of his wants and needs. I knew it.

I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck before he had time to distant himself and very brattily pouted my lips, “so, you don’t like it?”

He took a hold of my hands around his neck and whispered me almost apologetically, “no, no, you know I do, baby. I’m just messing,” and sealed the deal by placing his lips on my cheek for a sweet kiss.

”What if I say I’m just messing with you as well and that I actually dressed up for Karl?” I joked.

His eyes narrowed to slits as he took my sarcastic words in, “don’t fuckin’ play like that. I don’t want Ka- or fuckin’ any of them, I don’t care, to come in this picture of, you know, us.”

Is it wrong that I found that little outburst attractive? I didn’t obviously let him know that, but instead soothed him with a “they wouldn’t dare. Especially knowing that they’d have to get through a very tall, muscly man like you first.” I don’t know if that made matters any better or just aggravated his mood even more.

“I just don’t fuckin’ want to share you, okay?” he sneered back.

I now blushed so furiously that I had to divert my gaze down and away from him and that mouth of his that just 1. had said things that made shift gears in me to very hot and bothered, and 2. that I so wanted to kiss.

I didn’t have much time to examine the floor though, when Alex had taken ahold of my jaw, lifting it up and now we were eye to eye once again. The air had notably thickened between us with unsaid words and lust. I didn’t want to let this flame burn out, and thankfully it didn’t when Alex broke the silence, “you liked that shit, didn’t you? Knowing that I want you so bad that I fuckin’… struggle to even find words for it?”

I flashed him a coy smile, but my god, I think a park could’ve hired me as a statue right now, because it really seemed like I had lost my ability to move and talk, or just be an alive human being. He was always honest and straightforward with me, but when you combine that and his bold statements, in this case about how much he wants me, it still has the power to intimidate me.

He smirked almost arrogantly when he took notice of my flustered being. He’s hot, and he knows it. Period. That’s what must’ve been going through his mind right now.

He taunted me more by softly running his thumbs up and down my cheeks and not taking his eyes off of me. Not by any chance. “Yeah?” he inquired me cockily when he had figured out the effect of his words, “yeah?”

“Shut up…,” I tried to argue back, but couldn’t hold any power nor strength in my words. Not when he was acting like this. My thoughts were a little unholy right now, but so what? I’m sure so were his.

Alex observed my still flushed state with a smirk plastered on his face, raising his eyebrows in amusement. Somehow making him look even more attractive. Tell me, who gave him a permission to come around in my life with a face like that?

I wanted to hear more and see where this could lead us, but instead the next thing we both heard was Sapnap’s voice from the call he was still in, “bro! Quackity, what’s happening there!?” Oops.

“Umm… I know!” Karl exclaimed, “it sounds like he got a present, but it was already unwrapped!” Well, shit. I heard all of them burst into laughter. Great. They really must’ve overheard Alex telling me to put my clothes or in this case, my robe, back on.

I figured they actually must’ve picked up on every word we had exchanged. These boys’ sense of humours were so unhinged, I’m afraid we’ll never live this down.

“Oh no! His virgin eyes!” Sapnap yelled, “we didn’t protect them enough and now he has lost his innocence!”

Alex released me from his arms and stomped back to his computer and muttered into the call, “okay, fuck you and….yeah. Fuck you all,” and hastily hung up. He had totally digged himself deeper into a hole by not confirming nor denying if he actually was as innocent as everyone thought…

I hurried over to him and captured him in my embrace again, rubbing my face affectionately on him. He really was the window to my soft side. It was always there, but it could ever only be seen through him. We didn’t bathe in the tender atmosphere for too long when he brushed his hair aside and sighed out, “okay. Now you have me. Is this what you fuckin’ wanted?”

“Yeah,” I brattily admitted, “but seems like you wanted it too, Mr. I Don’t Want To Share You With Anyone Else.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head briefly at the past reference, keeping his gaze off of me, but then almost like in a drunkenly haze set his sight on me again and commanded, “Yeah, hold that thought and tell me would you like to share what I’m about to give you. Let’s fuckin’ see it then.”

Spoiler alert: I didn’t want to share what I saw or felt that night with anyone else.

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1 dream him insisting to let you put the star on you saying there’s no way you can reach him then lifting you up to put it on bonus if you make it plus sized reader specific because we deserve it

"Change the song," you call to Dream, throwing your head back to look over your shoulder at him.

He obliges, hitting the space bar on your laptop and settling when it starts to play "I'll Be Home For Christmas" covered by Michael Buble. He walks back over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and you snuggle back into him as you hang another ornament on the tree.

You take a step back, gazing at the tree before you decorated with a mix of your childhood ornaments, dreams, some you bought together, and some traditional ornaments. It's messy and incoherent and your heart swoops at the homemade feeling of it all.

"You gotta put on the star," Dream says, grabbing the decorative tree topper and sliding it into your hands.

“No you do it! Besides I can’t reach,” you tell him.

He starts to argue but a thought crosses his mind. He spins you so you’re facing the tree, placing his hands on the curvy outline of your stomach and just before you can panic and tell him to put you down he starts to lift you up.

Your brain starts to go into overdrive, focusing too much on the way his fingers dig into the folds of your stomach. How he was probably struggling behind you, shaking with your weight and reconsidering everything.

But then you place the star on top of the tree.

When Dream sets you down, he wastes no time pulling you in and pressing a long kiss to your lips. His hands wander your body and this time they remind you of his loving touch and perfect reassurance. He had never made your weight feel like an issue. He was wholly and totally in love and supportive.

“Perfect,” he whispers inches away from your lips. “Just like you.”

#dream smp imagines #dream x reader #dream drabble #dream fic #dream imagine

[ze-maki-nin]

okay okay okay!

congrats on 400 followers dude !! that’s literally so cool

what about a cc!dream x reader where the reader is reassuring him and making him feel better about the hate he’s currently receiving?

Pairing: CC!Dream x Gn!Reader

A/n: I love this idea ❤️

Event

You hummed a soft tune, rocking back and forth as you held onto a silently crying Dream, trying to comfort him after he read some hate tweets. The two of you just sat on the bed cuddling, Dream burying his head into your shoulder, trying to muffle his sobs.

A frown found its way onto your face as you felt tears drop onto your shoulder, Dreams breathing calming down as exhaust tugged at his eyelids. "Good night" He mumbled, words slurring together like he was drunk before he fell into a deep sleep.

Kissing the side of his head, you mumbled back. "Goodnight, My Dear"

#dream x you #dreamwastaken imagine #dream drabble #dream x gn!reader #dream x y/n #dream x reader #dream x reader fluff #dream fluff #dream oneshot #dreamwastaken x reader #dream smp x reader #dsmp drabble #dsmp #dsmp dream #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x gender neutral reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp oneshot #dream smp imagines #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #dream smp dream #dream smp drabble #dsmp x you #dsmp x gn reader #cc!dream

[justanormalfangirlx2]

hey chlo

so the situationship went HORRIBLY

dm me when ur active ill tell ya

maybe spiteful break up hcs?

please?

also ive been listening to i hope ur miserable until ur dead sooo u know what i mean :(

Spiteful breakup fics;

DREAM:

i can see him basically being a bitch about it and throwing your shit out the house

changing the locks on the doors

”give me the house key back, you don’t deserve to be in the house anymore”

“you’re such a bitch.”

dream + middle fingers = badass

”fuck you, i’m done”

WILBUR:

“just get the fuck away from me.”

”you lied about everything! how am i supposed to love a lier when i’m not sure what the fuck is the truth?” (lowkey might make this into a story with this line)

alienates you from everyone else

since you broke up, nobody has reached out to you

if you try and approach him, he starts cussing you out

#dream smp #fanfic #oneshot #dsmp #mcyt wilbur #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot fic #dream #dreamxreader #dream mcyt #dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader #dream x y/n #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken x you

[the-emptied-brain-contents]

I just had this idea, dsmp members becoming the aunt/uncle from another family to the reader's kids. In other words, fluffy chaos

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐩 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭/𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬

Karl Jacobs • Wilbur Soot • Tommyinnit • Nihachu • Technoblade

Pronouns: Gender Neutral!

A/N: Ahh sorry it took so long to get this written! Tysm anon!! :D

Spoils. Them. Rotten.

The kids would always be super excited when their uncle came to visit, since he would usually be pretty busy making videos with Mr. Beast

SPEAKING OF

He would sometimes (much to your dismay) sneak the kids on set while shooting

If Mr. Beast was doing a challenge, Karl would definitely find ways for the kiddos to help out with the mild torture :)

If one of the kids wanted to learn how to skate like their favorite uncle, he would be SO careful when teaching them

will not even let them TOUCH the board without elbow pads, knee pads, palm guards, and a helmet

when they're finally confident enough to push off on their own, Karl would be following them closely with his hands hovering just in case they fall

If they did end up hurting themselves (bound to happen at some point) he would pick them up and carry them in the house, then hold their hand while you cleaned up any cuts

If the family was spending the day at home together, you can bet that he's sneaking them candy whenever you leave the room

He thinks you don't notice

You do.

He'll try to sputter out an explanation for why their eyes are the size of pool balls but eventually gives up and you confiscate the bag D:

you eat it while hiding in the bathroom at 2 am tho

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Human jungle gym.

If the family was walking around Brighton together, he would carry them on his shoulders

No matter how many kids you have, he would find an arm to make sure ALL of them were closer to his eye level

its honestly kind of adorable

maybe aside from the part where the kiddos are pulling on his hair and ears trying to "steer" him

The kids love him almost as much as he loves them

they would all play wrestle together, and for whatever reason, they LOVE getting the opportunity to "beat him up"

they get it from you

While he does love spending time with his nieces/nephews, I think he also does it to give you a break from the constant chaos

he's happy to dramatically fall to the floor after a devastating punch from a 5 year old if it means you can doze off for an hour :')

«────── « ⋅𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲⋅ » ──────»

oh my.

listen. I know that some of the gremlin energy is a bit. But I think being surrounded by children would make it all come out

something about being looked in the face by a deranged toddler would cause even an angel's eye to twitch

they scream at him? he screams right back

matching the energy ™ 

If it was more chilled out I honestly think he would be super responsible around them though

a little more lenient than you are are, but he definitely makes sure they follow certain rules

bedtimes, candy, screen time etc.

"not today, we'll see if we can do it another time"

he doesn't like being the "bad guy", but he would want your boundaries to be respected. ESPECIALLY with your kids

but even if they're a little upset they can't go do something, they love him to death <3

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i love her so much lets start out with that

so she did a baking stream around Halloween and IT WAS SO COZY

imagine doing a baking stream with her and the kiddos?? so much cuteness

she would be SO caring and attentive towards them

a lot of people tend to dismiss what kids have to say, but she would *actually* listen to them

even the made up stories they claim totally happened, she would give them her full attention

#1 cheerleader

they show her something they drew? they get a big hug and kiss on the cheek

they sing a song for her? rounds of applause

if the family went on a walk together, you and Niki would swing one of the kids back and forth between you two

(idk how to better explain that)

they LOVE staying the night at Aunt Niki's

they would stay up late together while watching movies or reading a book

You knew this happened since the kids would be half-asleep while walking out the door to your car

but you honestly can't be too upset because of the smiles on the kid's face when they tell you about everything that happened

«────── « ⋅𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨⋅ » ──────»

Okay so you know those people that will talk to a baby like they're a full ass adult? That's Techno.

"Hello... how are you?"

he would be a little awkward around them, even if he's known them since they were born

"why is it looking at me like that?"

the kids still absolutely adore him

for what he didn't say in words, he would make up with gifts

when one of the babies are born, he would get them fluffy blankets and a stuffed animal

maybe a techno plushie?

floof!!

the kids LOVE floof!

floof is scared of the kids.

in all fairness they are terrifying.

they also get this from you

uncle is rated 5 stars on yelp!

kids are the best judge of character, so it makes sense that they cling to his every word

a/n: teehee i missed doing this xx have a good day/night babies <3

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp x y/n #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp imagine #dream smp imagines #dsmp x reader #dsmp headcanon #dsmp x you #dsmp fic #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #nihachu #niki nihachu #karl jacobs #karl jacobs headcanons #karl jacobs imagine #karl jacobs x reader #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x reader #tommyinnit headcanon #tommyinnit x reader #nihachu headcanons #nihachu imagine #nihachu x reader #technoblade headcanon #technoblade imagine #technoblade x reader

[ohlovejoy]

omg please do tommy x reader reacting to his beard (if want to write of course)

a surprise | gn!reader reacting to tommy's beard

summary: after a long time of not seeing each other or each other's content, tommy surprises you... horrifying or pleasant? you decide.

a/n: i think this was a perfect thing to write about coming back. he's shaved his beard now though! let's give it a moment of silence. or a moment of celebration, that's up to you!

no warnings platonic usage of Y/N, no pronouns used! → check out my masterlist here ♡ → read my previous imagine “the jitters” here!

As much as you'd hate to admit it, you and Tommy haven't been hanging out as much lately. You'd see him occasionally on SMPs you were both in, tweeting everything that comes to mind on Twitter, but nothing that required you two to actually see each other.

Today, he's invited you to hang out with him, Tubbo and Wilbur for a possible vlog including weird food combinations. You were really excited to hang out with all of them again but as you're getting ready, a Discord notification pops up on your phone.

WilburSoot Tom's got a surprise for you

You nervously laugh at the text and reply.

Y/N sorry, what??? WilburSoot Just get here You may or may not hate it. Y/N jesus you guys are already there? vlogging doesn't start until 10 minutes from now WilburSoot Sorry we aren't slowpokes Y/N Y/N fine!! im hurrying up, see you guys there

You finish getting ready and put on your shoes. After a short train ride and a short walk, you finally arrive to the diner they planned to go at. "Hey! You finally showed up!" Tubbo said. "Okay, I wasn't even late. You guys were just exceptionally early!" You joke. Wilbur and Tommy are snickering at each other but their backs are facing you.

Wilbur walks over to you and laughs, "Remember the surprise I was telling you about?". You look at him bewildered. "Yes, yes I do now what is it-". You're cut off as Tommy turns back at you. You see a bushy golden beard and your jaw drops.

"What. the. hell. Is that real?" You start poking his jaw as if it wasn't horrifyingly real enough to you already. Tubbo is laughing his guts off in the corner and Wilbur is just smirking. "I think I look even more manly now! Toby and Will don't like it, but you do right Y/N?" Tommy says nudging your elbow. "Uhh, that's up for debate." You tell him jokingly. "For the next vlog, can we wax it off?" He puts his hand to his chest as if he was offended, "You know what, let's get on with the vlog."

You all snicker and get on with the vlog. Tommy whispers to you, "But you do like it right?". You turn to him with a cheeky grin, "It's okay, I'll come around to it like I did with you."

#tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit imagines #tommyinnit fanfic #tommyinnit fanfiction #dream smp imagines #dream smp imagine #dream smp #tommyinnit mcyt #tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit centric