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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
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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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dumbification w sap, dream, & karl. im literally dying over this
didn’t know if you wanted individually or all together, so i did both 😇
dream: he’s def the most into it.
loves seeing his dumb baby all cock drunk, makeup running and covered in spit.
“such a stupid little doll, can’t do anything without daddy can you?” all you can do is whine in response, he awws in fake sympathy, grabbing your throat
“have i fucked my baby dumb? so precious.”
sapnap: oh god im already dizzy
he loves when he’s fucking you so good you can’t speak, only letting out loud moans and gripping his arms as he fucks you
teases you about how wet he makes you so fast
“stupid little bitch in heat” “the only thought in that little head is daddy, hmm?”
karl: oh god he’s so so rough n mean
“such a precious little thing” “know why it’s so wet down there baby? it’s cuz you’re such a dumb slut.”
he’ll say the sweetest things while he’s pushing his dick deep down your throat, you’re choking and crying
“dumb little girl… i know you can take it. did you forget everything i taught you?”
dream+sap+karl: the things these men would do to you…
tying you up n laughing at how sensitive you are.. teasing you with light touches
i feel like they’d love to teach you to touch yourself, you’re too innocent you don’t know how, need your daddies to help
they’d demonstrate on you n then make you copy them:((
if you didn’t know how, they’d laugh to each other “look at our dumb angel, cant even follow directions. guess you need your masters to do everything.”
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★̲ ⤻ 𝒂𝐦𝒆𝐫𝒊𝐜𝒂𝐧 𝐛𝒐𝐲, karl jacobs 。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚
🇫🇷- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
After Karl falls head over heels for a pretty French girl, their meeting during a Mr.Beast challenge turns out to be more than meets the eye.
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karl x reader
You and Karl had been dreaming about meeting up ever since the two of you had an electric connection on his Love or Host, and with his dear friend Jimmy needing a friend from a foreign country for one of his challenges, the stars had perfectly aligned in favor of you and Karl. Needless to say, France was quite the trip away from where you’d be staying in Los Angeles, but as Karl had reassured you several times, “It won’t be as scary once you get here! :)” So, with your hoards of suitcases packed into an Uber, as well as about a dozen different interpretations of what the so-called ‘Surprise’ Jimmy and Karl had planned for you, you set off for the airport.
Karl had been ever so eager for your arrival ever since the day you’d agreed to do the challenge with him, and though you weren’t supposed to land for nearly 12 hours, he couldn’t contain his excitement any longer- which made him voluntarily spew his emotions on Twitter.
The flight was more or less a full experience in itself, which you were more than grateful for- seeing as your flight had been scheduled to keep you up all night long, this being in hopes of making it to Los Angeles in time for the games, the small amount of sleep you’d managed to get in during the flight was more than well deserved. Just before the plane has landed at LAX, you forced yourself awake just in time to collect your things and prepare for your departure. Prying yourself from the cramped airplane seat, you retrieved your bags from the overhead compartment, pulling your phone from your jeans pocket to check the time. 1 pm, or better known as 4 am in France.
Jet lag had definitely begun to settle into your sleep deprived mind, but luckily with the amount of Starbucks’ lining the airport kiosks, you assured yourself with a few hefty shots of espresso you’d be able to wake yourself right up. You clutched your bag tightly against your chest, as other passengers around you started their departure off the plane. In no way did you plan on fighting through the line of stampeding people for one reason or another. After the last person was clear and out of sight, you lugged your suitcases from on top of you, and onto the walkway as you made your way off the plane as well.
You left the terminal gate that led to your plane, eying the sea of people, some concerningly not wearing masks, looking for the group of boys you’d traveled all the way from France to meet. While doing so, you couldn’t help but overhear the distinct laughter of your sweet boy Karl- which eventually ratted out their direct location out to you. Nowhere near where Jimmy had described them to be, but still, you went to greet them nonetheless. Before Karl had initially noticed your arrival, you locked eyes with Jimmy, who seemed just as excited to behold your presence as the rest of the boys were. Jimmy cleared his throat, gathering Karl’s attention from the bit he and Chandler had gotten themselves into, beholding you, the pretty french girl, to Karl.
When his eyes had finally fixated themselves on you, there was a bright twinkle in his ashy gray eyes, as a sensation of ‘love at first sight’ filled his heart. He stuttered over his words, and even though his mask covered the majority of his face, you could still see the faint blush that flushed across his cheeks. You smiled at him, parting your lips to confidently say, “Bonjour Karl, can I have that hug now?” He nodded, and invited you into his arms. The two of you hugged for a moment, and before he pulled away he said, “Finally good to meet you, pretty french girl.”
It’d been roughly an hour or two since you’d landed in Los Angeles, and while your pure born French heart had dreamt of aimlessly discovering everything that the American streets had to offer, you knew that Jimmy had other plans for how you were going to spend your time. So, while you finished getting ready to appear on Karl’s stream, Jimmy and Chris helped Chandler set up the various amounts of cameras and microphones needed to successfully record the Creator Games. Of course, you were incredibly nervous, but as Karl opened stream labs and the notification had been sent out that he was live, you pushed all your previous fears off your chest, preparing for a fun stream.
Karl greeted his chat, while you Jimmy, Karl and Chandler all piled behind a table where they’d presented a whiteboard with the words ‘Mr.Beasts Creator Games!’ printed in bold lettering. You’d sat yourself next to Karl, pulling a smaller white board from under the table, and writing your and Karl’s name at the very top. Karl took the whiteboard from you, replacing the empty space around your name with hearts. He looked to the camera, happily introducing you, as well as the others, to his viewers.
“Chat, you have absolutely no idea what we’ve got planned today! We’ve got Jimmy, Chandler and the very very lovely Y/n, and,” he paused to turn to Jimmy, and with his permission he finally announced the contest you'd all been competing for. “We’re all gonna answer some questions, and whoever wins in the end gets tons of money!” And with the initial announcement of the game, the pairs had finally been chosen, ending up with you and Karl being the proclaimed ‘OTP’ of the game. Karl’s chat had definitely taken a liking to you, chanting your ship name in chat. TTS spoke making your entire table, except for the two for you, cringe.
karlsimp donated $100: “Hello Karl, I’m here to say you and Y/n are very cute :D. We’re rooting for you!”
𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 —
♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡
The stream had been going for over three hours, segwaying through the various amounts of creators, where Jimmy had asked them the most mind boggling varieties of questions, which ended up leaving the final contestants being your team, versus Dream. Jimmy held the contestant questionnaire card to himself, reading off the following question. “What is the most used word in the English language?” You and Karl looked at each other for a moment, while Dream laughed from across the call. Karl racked his brain for any possible answers he could think of, seeing as you were a native French speaker, you weren’t exactly the most capable of knowing that much about the English language. The word he'd ended up writing down was, “what”, which he secretly knew wasn’t correct, but he just wanted to finish things up in order to get to his special question.
The timer had eventually gone off, and Jimmy raised the question of, “Alright Karl, show us your answer!” to Karl, making him reluctantly slide his board across the table. Jimmy read the word off aloud, chuckling to himself. “And you’re absolutely sure this is your answer?” Karl looked across his shoulder to you, furthering a smile and a thumbs up to be seen, before agreeing to submit his answer. “I’ve got the entire French nation backing me up on this one!” You laughed at his corny joke, as Jimmy announced that indeed Karl’s answer had been wrong. But luckily there was room for redemption, because dreams answer had been wrong as well. But, before the next question had been introduced to the two of you Jimmy paused the games, preparing himself to read off the special question Karl had brought you all the way to LA to ask you.
“Okay now, this is a question specifically for Y/n,” The initial question had definitely piqued your interest, as you nodded along with his words. “Okayyyy,” Karl’s entire face had turned into the deepest shade of red, watching your every move as he continued with the question. “Karl didn’t actually bring you out here just to play the game with us, he was too shy to ask you over the phone, so he got me to do it! He wants to know if you, the one who he has practically fallen in love with ever since you’d been in his Love or Host, would do him the honor of being his girlfriend.” You looked at Karl with a goofed expression, who’d now had just a similarly silly smile planted on his lips. “So, what d’you say?” Once again you laughed, “Me? Falling in love with an American boy? Sure, haha! Why not!”
Needless to say, for the rest of the stream karl had been more than elated, and even if the two of you hadn’t won the 300k dollars- he’d won something much more precious to him, which was being able to call you his.
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.
𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏!
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∈𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮∋
DSMP members with an S/O struggling w/ imposter syndrome HCs. (GN reader)
Warnings: imposter syndrome, cursing, fluff {that’s not rlly a warning but I’ll put it in there anyways..}, usage of real name {On Quackity's part})
for those who don’t know what imposter syndrome is: “Imposter syndrome is loosely defined as doubting your abilities and feeling like a fraud. It disproportionately affects high-achieving people, who find it difficult to accept their accomplishments. Many question whether they're deserving of accolades.”
One of the most common forms of imposter syndrome is not feeling deserving of good things which is what these HCs will be heavily mentioning.
Includes: Wilbur Soot, Sapnap, Nihachu, Jack Manifold, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, an OC, Georgenotfound
This was more for self-comfort because I suffer with this kinda thing, but I decided to put it up for other people who maybe suffering with this kinda thing too or for people who just need some comfort <3
Song chosen: Sex, Drugs, etc.
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Karl Jacobs <3
-Honestly total sweetheart as is, but when he’s found out you have imposter syndrome and that you struggle deeply with it
-Holy shit this boy is so loving and caring it’s almost too much.
-“You don’t deserve it? What do you mean? You worked so hard for it though, you totally deserve it! If you didn’t deserve it…”
-He will go out of his way to treat you well for the rest of the day
-Such a sweet boy <3
Jack Manifold <3
-When he offered to go out and grab some food, and you said “no, I don’t think I really deserve that kind of treatment, but thank you for offering”
-his brain stopped and he went
-”wait what?”
-He got fuckin PISSED at himself.
-no lie he started cussing himself out like,
-“Jack, you didn’t treat them right and now they don’t think they deserve anything you dumbass. You expect them to love you when you can’t even let them know they deserve the world? Goddammit!”
-then he’ll turn to you and go
-“Babe, you deserve so much more than I can give, so let me do at least this for you.”
Sapnap <3
-Mans on god goes; “Yoooo, faking mental illnesses? Nooot cool bro.”
-and you just look at him like “I’m serious dumbass. 😐”
-and he’s like “oh… you’re not joking-“
-immediately he’s all over you hugging you and pecking your face, “do you wanna go out and get McDonald’s?”
-”no I don’t deserve it..”
-”alright let’s go, hop in the car we’re going to McDonald’s and you’re getting whatever the hell you want.”
Georgenotfound <3
-So when he brings you out to a nice snazzy resturant and you only get some thing simple, like a salad or something, or just don't get anything at all, George is like
-"Hey.. I promise you, you deserve the world, and even more than that, so let me treat you."
-He then proceeds to try to order something not as simple to try not to seem like a hypocrite or like he's making fun of you.
Wilbur Soot <333333
-I cannot express how loving this tall boy is, he literally loves you so much
-so when he finds out you have imposter syndrome
-He's literally trying so hard every chance he gets to pamper you
-"Babe, please, I don't deserve this kind of stuff.."
-He whips his head around so fast while making you your warm bath,
-"...no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You do, Luv. Plus at this point why would I drain the water? You're already here and the water's already full..."
-He joins your little bath (with your consent obviously..)
-He's super gentle with you it's not even funny-
-I just love him sm 🥺💖
Quackity <333333
-He already knew from the start when you started dating that you had imposter syndrome, but never brought it up because he thought it might be a sensitive topic with you.
-You two never really went on fancy dates
-When it came to dates it would really just be you both chilling in bed and watching a movie or smth
-but when you guys went out to a shop or smth and he bought you something, you immediately go
-"Alex, how expensive was this?"
-"Why should it matter?"
-And you give him one of those 'just tell me' looks
-"Babe, it's a gift you don't tell the price of a gift."
-You look at him with the most nervous face he's seen you with in awhile and you go,
-"Then I don't want it. It was probably really expensive and I don't deserve money being spent on me."
-Quackity shrugs and just puts it in the bag he got for it
-Later that day you go to your room and see the bag sat on your bed with everything he bought you in it <3
Red Raven (OC) <3
-Okay so, know that Raven can be a little hyper, but she can also be a super calm person when needed.
-So when she finds these little hints of imposter syndrome you're unknowingly dropping, she treats you well everyday, and takes you very seriously with your problems
-when you finally go flat out out and say it that you think you don't deserve all of what she's giving, she says in the sweetest voice ever,
-"Y/N, I love you to death, and I can never promise a tomorrow, even with how healthy and well I am, you never know what could happen, so let me treat you while I'm still alive and breathing. Alright, Luv?"
-No lie makes you wanna cry but you hold it in cuz you don't wanna cry in a public area.
-We love that- We love Raven. Right? Right. I love you Raven. <3
Nihachu <3
-Girl had no idea what imposter syndrome even was when you brought it up. She was basically like,
-"Bestie I have no idea what that is, hold up lemme google it real quick."
-Oh, she didn't like what she was reading.
-"Y/N, you have this? This is not good, this is bad.."
-She makes sure you feel secure at all times, even in not very secure situations,
-She cooks for you,
-She makes little crafts like earrings or necklaces for you,
-She buys you so many things,
-She takes you out as much as she can,
-She's just overall trying to make you feel better about yourself and being super sweet to you.
Hope you enjoyed these HCs! if you have any requests, feel free to request!
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⇝ SICK DAY SCENARIOS !
CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Quackity, CC!Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader.
SUMMARY: taking care of CCs when they're sick :( <3.
WARNINGS: SFW, a few spicy moments here and there, illness, a tiny drop of angst in Karl's part!
A/N: I'm alive!! The brainrot is real for these guys so I just had to write something, even if it's a bit crap LMAO. It's my first time writing for Karl/Quack, so they might be a bit weird/stiff, apologies! Once again, requests are open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!! I wrote this quite late so there might be a few!
MASTERLIST.
DREAM:
"Feeling a bit better?"
You whisper softly as you open the door to your boyfriend's bedroom, noticing that he had made his way off his bed and onto his chair, legs up and pressed to his chest with his knees tucked under his chin, the bright screens of his monitors reflecting onto his sad face.
"Mm…"
His broken whimper makes you sigh, walking over to him carefully and placing the bowl of chicken soup next to his keyboard, leaning down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead.
"You should be resting."
You're about to lean back until Dream grabs your arm, his pointer finger coming up to tap his lips, hopeful eyes staring up at you.
"Clay. You're ill."
"Which means you're refusing to kiss your poor, suffering boyfriend?" He sighs dramatically, his voice deep yet nasally due to his stuffy nose, leaning into your touch as your hand comes up to cup his cheek.
"Are you ready to take care of me when I inevitably get sick, sweetheart?" You coo back, watching his expression morph from one of self-pity to one of dread.
"O-of course." He mumbles, hoping you don't remember how stressed he was when George had gotten sick a few weeks ago, running around the house looking for medicine in hopes that his friend wouldn't die. "Still… What if the cure to my sickness is a kiss from my beautiful partner?"
"Oh?" You play along with a smile, your hand coming up to play with his hair and run your fingers through his dirty blond curls, watching him flutter his eyes closed to enjoy your touch with a smile, half expecting him to start purring. "Well…" You sigh dramatically in defeat, leaning down so that the tips of both your noses are bumping. "I guess if it helps."
Dream makes a soft noise of excitement before you press your lips to his, his soft hand holding your head to his to slot your lips together easily.
"Now get to bed." You snap as soon as you pull back, causing him to huff and pause whatever video he had been watching.
"Fine." He grumbles like a child, lifting himself up and taking a few moments to make sure he isn't about to collapse before turning to you, letting you lead him to his mattress, onto which he immediately collapses on with a loud groan.
He situates himself under the covers and outstretches his arms to you expectantly, yet instead of your warm body he finds himself holding the bowl of soup you had brought.
You press a kiss to his forehead as he begrudgingly starts to sip on the soup, his gaze softening as he realises you're not about to leave his side.
Needless to say, the next day you were as ill as he was.
SAPNAP:
A loud groan resounds across the house.
You try your best to ignore it, going back to scrolling through your phone and scratching behind Patches' ears.
Another groan, louder this time, finally brings your attention away from social media and back to reality, frowning at the unending dramatic groans that come from your boyfriend.
You sigh, carefully pushing Patches off and starting your trek upstairs, listening to the borderline fake sounds coming from inside the room.
"You sound like you're dying."
You comment as soon as you push open the door to his bedroom, rolling your eyes with a smile as you meet your boyfriend's gaze, his lower lip curled into a pout as he makes grabby hands at you, his bed covered in what you assume to be snotty tissues.
"I am dying, darlin'. Feels like I'm being ripped apart."
You laugh, making your way towards him and sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing your hand onto his forehead, frowning instantly at how hot he feels.
"Wait, are you actually sick?"
"Yes!" Sapnap whines, throwing his head back and slamming it accidentally onto the wooden headboard, whining at the additional pain. "You thought I was fakin'!?"
"I wouldn't put it past you." You grumbled, wiping some of the sweat on his face with your sleeve, watching him try to adjust in his bed just to be closer with you. "What hurts?"
"Everything." He sighs out, closing his eyes in pain as his head throbs.
"Everything?" You repeat, unamused, already getting up to retrieve an ice pack from downstairs, hoping to cool down the fever he seems to have caught.
"Yes, every-" his eyes snap open as soon as he feels the bed shift, whining. "No, don't leave!"
"Nick, I need to get you something for your fever!"
You struggle against Sapnap's grip as he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and stubble scratching against your cheek.
"No… all I need is you, darl'." He grumbles against your skin, peppering sloppy kisses onto your neck.
"You're delirious." You sigh, melting into his warmth as he pulls you under the covers, sniffling and whining with every move he makes. "You'll take some medicine later, right?"
"Mhm … yeah." He says drowsily as he starts to fall asleep right there, listening to your breathing as a means to calm himself down. "Anything for you, sweetheart."
GEORGE:
How can George still be asleep?
You think to yourself as you stare mindlessly into the TV, the plate of food you had been eating abandoned on the coffee table as you take note of how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend after last night.
You know he's prone to sleeping in for long, but not this long. Especially now in Florida, where the sun rises earlier and helps him wake up at the same time as you and your roommates.
Once you give your half eaten plate to Dream, you carefully push open the door to your boyfriend's room, stopping for a few moments so your eyes get used to the darkness his room was covered in.
"George? Are you awake?"
Treading carefully so you don't trip on any loose cables or stuff that he might have tossed onto the ground, you finally reach his bed, kneeling next to him and placing your hands on the body beneath the covers and shaking softly.
"Georgie?"
"Hmng."
You feel him turn around, meeting his gaze despite the darkness around you, watching as his pained expression turns into one of relief.
"Hi…" He mumbles, voice coarse as if he had just finished screaming for over an hour, reminding you of that one time he had lost his voice after a particularly long stream. "Time…?"
"Almost 4." Your hand comes up to push back his bangs, a shiver racking through his body as your cool touch makes contact with his atypically hot skin. "What th- do you have a fever?"
"I think." You feel his arms creep around your waist, pulling you closer with abnormal strength and placing his head onto your lap, snuggling himself into your thighs, letting out a shaky sigh at the warmth. "Tried getting up this morning and I think I passed out."
That would explain the crash Sapnap had claimed to have heard early in the morning.
"You passed out? Why didn't you call me?" You whisper back, running your fingers through his hair and massaging the back of his neck, a spot you know always gets him weak. "We could've brought you downstairs so you weren't cooped up like this."
George laughed as the image of Dream and Sapnap dragging him downstairs came to mind, but the sudden stabbing pain that attacked his lungs caused him to start coughing with a whine.
"I'd rather just stay up here with you." He started to manhandle you to lie under the covers, his hands warm on your hips as he quite basically shoved his face into your chest, trying to calm his raging headache. "We can order something later… I just want to be with you for now."
You chewed on your lower lip before your hands came up subconsciously to bury themselves in his soft locks, a whine leaving his lips as your nails started scratching at his scalp. "Fine. Just for a bit, okay? You still have to eat, we got to get you medicine, and you probably stin-"
You squeaked as he nipped on your skin in an attempt to get you to shut up, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his pretty lips before he fluttered his eyes back closed, a silent way of telling you that he was going back to sleep.
QUACKITY:
"You're an idiot."
Your boyfriend sputters out a confused sound as he walks into the kitchen, not having expected to be instantly insulted first thing in the morning.
"Huh?"
"Why are you half-naked!? You're sick!" You point at his feet and then his shorts with your spoon, making him groan and roll his eyes.
"It's hot!" He throws his arms up in the air as he sits down at the kitchen island, ignoring the way you frown at him. "And I'm not sick. I'm fine. It's just a cold."
"That still counts as being sick." You mumble under your breath, pushing a plate of food in his direction before pulling off your hoodie (which casually happened to be his) and handing it to him. "Put it on. I don't want you getting worse."
"...fine." He mumbles, starting to eat once it's on. "Thank you, mi vida."
Your face heats up at the casual nickname, nodding as you start on your own breakfast, too busy scrolling on your phone to notice the way your boyfriend starts squirming in his seat, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tries to focus on his food.
"You alright?" You finally realise how sick he looks despite having looked fine mere moments before, face flushed and skin sickly pale as he wipes the sweat away with his hoodies sleeves.
"Mhm. Okay." Your hand reaches over to cup his cheek, almost flinching back at how hot his skin feels. "Jesus! You're so fucking hot!"
You instantly regret what comes out of your mouth at his cocky expression, watching him m lean into your hand and sigh dreamily, eyelashes fluttering open and closed as he speaks.
"You think I'm that hot, babe?" He purrs out, despite the absolute pain that's racking through his body at the minute. "Damn, didn't expect you to be bold."
"Shut up." You pinch his cheek, forcing a high pitched cry to leave his mouth as you turn around to look through the medicine cabinet. "I meant you're literally hot, Alex."
"So you think I'm not figuratively hot?" You refrain from the urge to groan at his teasing, pulling off the cap to some medicine and dropping a pill into a glass of water.
"If you keep acting like this, you'll be less than hot to me." You snap, handing him the drink and waiting for him to down it like he usually does when it comes to ill-tasting medicine. "Go lie down, I'll make you some soup."
Before you can leave, he grabs your arm, pulling you into the space between his open legs and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"With me?" He mumbles into your hair, causing you to roll your eyes at how clingy he's become. "Come on, cielo. We can just order soup."
"But will it be as good as my soup?" You brush some of his longer strands of hair away from his eyes and trace the invisible lines between the beauty marks on his face.
"No… but I'd take cold soup any day of the week if it means having you in my arms."
KARL:
"Your nose is running."
You comment as you watch your boyfriend sluggishly make his way towards the fridge, eyes barely open and sweatpants almost falling down his waist.
"Mhm."
He doesn't even acknowledge your words, digging through the countless cans in the fridge to pull out some orange juice, instantly downing it without a second thought.
"Sorry. You want some?" He slurs, extending his arm and offering you the carton.
"Just finish it, Karl. I'd rather not get sick."
You notice that instead of his normal sleeping shirt he has a button up on, the buttons all messed up from probably trying to do it on his own in the bathroom mirror.
"You going somewhere, baby?" You comment on his appearance, frowning as he instantly nods, throwing the carton into the bin before looking for some snacks.
"Filming with Jimmy." He casually says, as if he hadn't been battling with a fever for almost a week. "I volunteered yesterd-"
You slap your hand over his mouth, stopping him from talking and meeting his shocked gaze, feeling his hands immediately find place on your waist out of instinct at how close you are.
"You're not going anywhere, Karl. I don't want you to get worse." You comment with a frown, having half expected him to lick at your hand when you had covered his mouth, but the sad look in his eyes feels worse than how that would've. "Please. You've been in pain for almost a week, I just want you to get better."
You let go of his face, moving your hand to cup his cheek and watch him press into your touch, nodding solemnly.
"Just don't like being useless. I wanna do stuff, I want to help!" He whines, closing his eyes as if afraid of your reaction to his complaint.
"You're not useless, though. You're sick. I'm taking care of you because I love you and I want you to get better. Jimmy's your friend, he'll probably won't want you working while you're sick, either." You lean up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a comforting hug, his cool hands roaming your skin under your shirt. "So get back into your pyjamas and get to bed and I'll bring you some food, okay? Then we can watch a movie, whichever one you want."
He nods enthusiastically, taking his turn to cup your cheeks in his hands and pepper kisses all over, brushing your lips with his before pulling away, aware of how sick you'd get if he gave you what he had. "I love you!" He says before rushing back upstairs giddily, not even waiting for you to say it back, aware that even without saying it, you do.
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WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABOUT THESE
BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE WE SHOULD BE LIKE JESUS CHRIST
#Karl Jacobs x reader smut#mcyt#dsmp x reader#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt x reader#dsmp imagine#karl jacobs x reader#karl jacobs smut#karl jacobs#sapnap fluff#sapnap fanfic#sapnap x reader#sapnap smut#karl jacobs x you#karl jacobs fluff
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one where the reader donates some money to get a tts message to play? (gender neutral, wilbur, fundy, and karl or more if you can ^^)
Reactions to You Donating to Them
Includes: George, Wilbur Soot, Fundy, Karl, Tommy, Sapnap
TW: cursing, small cringe? idk
Requested?: [Yes] [No]
Note: i didnt know if you wanted platonic or romantic so i did a mix of them
also ngl this was fun and i had a bunch of ideas so let me know if you want a part 2
and hey, been a while hasn’t it? This has been finished for a while I just didn’t feel like posting it
Masterlist // Rules for Requesting
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George
« [username] donated $10! » “hi babe can do me a favor and go get the food I just ordered <33"
he's literally so confused from how random the message was
you knew he was streaming so of course you had to tease him
chat is laughing and telling george to listen to you and to go get the food
"[name]... you're literally in the room next to mine. You could get it yourself."
« [username] donated $10! » “shhh don't expose me like that and fyi im binge watching my favorite show rn so i'm busy"
literally deadpans at the camera
"[name] i'm literally streaming right now"
« [username] donated $15! » "aw okay :(( well no mcdonalds for you then... and i was hoping i could feed you too </3 "
blushes from your teasing
chat is going wild. i repeat. chat is going wild
[dsmp_fan] "george listen to [name] and get the mcdonalds so they can feed it to you >:/"
in the end he gave in and got the mcdonalds for you
chat wouldnt let him live the moment down but hey at least he got to eat some french fries
Wilbur Soot
« [username] donated $20! » "wilbur open the fucking door right now"
"huh [name]? what are you talking about?"
« [username] donated $10! » "i was bored so now i'm outside your office cause i want to be on your stream. now open the fucking door"
"say less"
literally RUNS to the door to open it without giving it a second thought
he was still un-muted though so chat could barely hear the conversations between you too
"why are you here [name]? and... why do you have a box of cookies with you"
"like i said i was bored and did i forget to say i'm hungry?"
"it's 2am"
"yet you're streaming?"
"touché"
Fundy
« [username] donated $15! » "babe what do you want for lunch"
"oh hey [name]! uh i'm not sure. what do you have in mind?"
« [username] donated $10! » "well we can either go out or have it sent to us"
"well i think we both know what's the better option"
« [username] donated $10! » "doordash it is. how does [your favorite restaurant/food] sound?
"perfect"
the viewers who were new to his streams were absolutely confused
was this normal? do you two usually communicate like this? with you just donating to him?
the viewers who always watched his streams were used to it
it happened almost every other stream basically
Karl
« [username] donated $30! » "KARL!! MY FAVORITE STREAMER AND MY BEST FRIEND!! :D"
a huge smile appears on his face the second he reads your donation and message
"[name]!!! MY BEST FRIEND!! HOW ARE YOU DOING?"
quackity who was in a call with karl couldnt help but fake-gasp
i mean basically everyone knows he loves to be dramatic
"KARL I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND" D:
« [username] donated $20! » "shut up quackity :/ karl is my best friend, go find a new one. oh and i'm doing good karl"
karl just laughs while quackity fake sobs and starts cursing at you
« [username] donated $10! » "karl can i join the call? it'll be easier to talk to quackity "
"uh sure... no yelling please"
« [username] donated $20! » "no promises"
the second you joined, you began cursing and yelling at quackity
like you said, no promises
Tommy
« [username] donated $10! » "hey idiot, can i join your stream"
"first of all, how dare you call me a idiot and second of all, no"
« [username] donated $10! » "why not"
couldnt help but scoff at your message as chat begs tommy to let you join
chat absolutely loves the banter between you two though it usually ended in tommy's mom yelling at him from how loud he was cursing into the mic
"because i said so"
« [username] donated $50! » "what if i give you money"
"that won't make me change my mind"
« [username] donated $10! » "okay fine :/ how about i stop being annoying to you"
he was actually thinking hard about this one
not even joking
"wait actually? hmm... what do you think chat?"
« [username] donated $10! » "hurry up and decide"
"okay fine, you can join"
« [username] donated $10! » "yay :D"
*queue you joining the call*
"I never said how long i'll stop being annoying so ha hey you bitch"
*queue you being kicked from the call*
« [username] donated $1! » "fuck you"
Sapnap
« [username] donated $10! » "did you eat my ice cream"
literally looked at the donation message for a second before immediately looking away
the guilt is clearly on his face
"I don't know what you're talking about. I never saw any ice cream in your mini-fridge."
« [username] donated $10! » "huh strange, I never mentioned it being in my mini-fridge"
oh shit
he's done for
"uh well i guessed cause i always see food in there like ice cream"
« [dsmp_fan] donated $5! » "stop fucking lying sapnap"
"how could you betray me like this, chat. I swear i didnt take your ice cream [name]"
« [username] donated $10! » "fine i believe you"
"thank you"
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« [username] donated $10! » "you fucker i literally see the empty ice cream pint on the table behind you"
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dsmp if....they fell in love with you at first sight
lowkey this sucks im so sorry but number 6 has been written
dream:
- this happened before he face revealed
- so he went out to the grocery store or smth with a mask and sunglasses so if anyone recognized him they wouldn't like see what he looked like
- pulled a ranboo fr
- anyway he entered the cat food aisle looking for the best cat food for patches our beloved
- and was so enthralled in the cat food that he didn't hear you walk by with your cart trying to get past the aisle
- "excuse me sir can u please move???" "*is looking at cat food*" "sir?" "OH IM SO SORRY"
- moves immediately but not before he makes eye contact with you through the glasses
- his eyes widen comically, he thinks ur gorgeous
- takes advantage of that fact that you cant see his eyes and continue to admire your face as you laugh and wave ur wrist in the air, swatting away the awkward interaction just like that
- you walk away and he forces his mind to go back to the cat food
- but god ur imprinted in his brain and he knows he cant just let you leave
- so he grabs whatever cat food he sees and runs around the store looking for you
- sees you leaving and went "NOPE"
- in his head
- RUNS to you but slows down before he gets to you so u don't fucking murder him
- "hey uh" "oh hi!" "i thought you were really cute...and i couldn't just let u leave the store without tryna get ur number" "oh :) thanks! but idk what u look like.." "right"
- whips that shit off in the middle of walmart mask off challenge succeed
- ur face: :O
- "yeah u can have my number" "LETS GO"
- speedran that shit basically
sapnap:
- met u in highschool me thinks
- in the peak of his i play minecraft everyday era
- just showed up at school to be there yk
- and you were there but never really interacted with him
- until one day you had to sit next to him in english class
- life OVER for him tbh he made eye contact with you and nodded like an idiot as you introduced yourself
- “wow ur pretty im nick” *facepalmed internally*
- youre like aw
- u become friends
- seating chart friendships and romances >>>
- now he actually has a reson to go to school events like hoco and prom and stuff
- “sorry dream ive got to to go homecoming” “motherfucker with who?”
- you ask him to hoco as friends cause yk he hasnt been out much and he gratefully accepts
- awkward dancing in the back
- as the year progresses the two of you keep in contact even as you got moved apart in the class you sat next to
- you met dream and george that was nice
- prom came around and he new brother knew he had to do SOMETHING
- so he made a prom posal that was like “will you be MINE(craft) at prom” or something like that
- and u were like “finally”
- fast forward some years and ur doing whatever u want and hes doing what hes doing now
- he never formally asked you out but its implied youve been dating for years
- this one sucked mb
george:
- god the british
- hate them/j
- youre not british in this story okay
- and if ur british irl,,,im sorry for ur ailment/j
- ANYWAY
- youre a tourist ur visiting the good old u of k
- ur in london obv
- and george never leaves his flat there
- except to get groceries
- so he walks to the nearest grocery store bc he literally cant drive
- and bumps into you its the classic omg so sorry i bumped into you romance
- except he thought that was awkward and kinda went “sorry” looked down at the ground and sprinted forward
- you were like “the british are.....odd”
- george then realized that was worse and turned around to apologize to you
- and then fell in love with you
- u were taking a picture on ur camera of just like the scenery of london
- and we like “omg theyre cute and they appreciate the little things”
- gets on discord and texts sapnap “im in love” and then sapnap goes “me too with ur mom”
- logs off discord now
- walks up to you sheepishly and was like “haha sorry for doing that it was a dare by my friend” and u were like “its ok:)” ad then hes like “yk what isnt a dare” and u were like “hmm what” and he was like “me asking for your number cause ur so cute”
- and u were malfunctioning cause u didnt expect cute british man to ask you on a date while u were in the u of k
- but u said yes and then he realized ur accent and was like “ar eyou not british” and u were like “no.” and he was like “thats okay! im skilled with long distance relationships ;)”
- unknowingly flirts with you
- you skull emojied and then joined him on his trip to the grocery store IDK this one was bad im sorry
karl:
- YOURE IN A MR BEAST CHALLENGE
- oh oh OH the amount of things in my brain running through
- anyway u were a subscriber of Mr jimmy beast so he was like "come be in a video"
- its one of those last to leave the circle loses
- each cast member is paired with a participant and whoever wins gets 50,000 and the cast member gets like 10,000 or smtn
- and jimmy had them all pick a name out of a hat to make it simple
- and karl didn't pick u
- nolan did
- but when they walked out to meet the participants and karl made eye contact with you for a split second
- god he fell right there
- couldn't help but imagine what loving you would be like
- knew he wanted to experience that
- but he couldn't do that if he wasn't even paired with you
- so he BEGS nolan to switch
- "dude please cmon" "what do i get out of it??" "if i win ill give you the money" "oh shit ok"
- now he's paired with you HE MASTERMINDED THAT SHIT LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT
- anyway you were like "shit he's cute ill win now"
- ur dynamic is amazing jimmy loves it for the video
- the whole time u both are playfully flirting and just being yourselves around each other its amazing
- he tries to cheat to help you LOL but gets caught with a sheepish smile on his face
- that's when u fall i swtg
- anyway
- the filming for the video goes for like 2 and a half days so you spend a lotttt of time with karl dearest
- you lose in the end tho bc in ur sleep u accidentally kicked ur foot outside the circle
- you're a bit defeated
- after thanking u all jimmy sends you off
- and u smile and thank him and karl and head off
- but then you hear a "PIT PAT PIT PAT" of feet slapping concrete behind you
- "wait can i have ur number? :)" "i thought you wouldn't ask :)" and u give him ur number number for number
- jimmy mischievously smiles in the background before returning to his beast lair
quackity:
- LAW SCHOOL LAW SCHOOL LAW SCHOOL YOU MET THERE STOP STOP STOP
- stop college romances kill me for real
- guys
- k I'm good
- met at orientation i feel
- or not met
- he laid eyes on you from across the room and he was like oh shoot this place is better than i thought it would be
- LOL
- runs across the whole room to snag the seat next to you
- "hey I'm alex, whats your name?" "oh I'm y/n!"
- bro squealed inside
- "i like ur name!" "thanks :) urs is nice too"
- u both talked for the rest of the welcome ceremony thing
- compared schedules and had...nothing together for the first semester
- thATS OK you still exchanged numbers
- and you kept talking and hanging out even if u didn't have class
- but as friends.
- AAAAAAAAAAAAA you fell for him somewhere in the middle but both of you were like
- we need to finish law school first in your heads
- so u both skated on the line between romance and friends
- like the song boyfriend by ariana grande
- but when the end of law school was in sight? quackity didn’t waste a single second
- BAM got ur number BAM took u on a date BAM yk
wilbur:
- fell in love with you at first sight except you didnt see him he just saw you
- here’s the thing right hes the biggest hamilton fan
- so when he went to see hamilton with tommy and all them
- YOU WERE THERE you were in the cast you played angelica/eliza/peggy literally one of the three female main characters
- ANYWAY you were screaming the lyrics to one of the songs and wilbur kinda just went “woah”
- didnt see anyone else on the stage but you when you walked out
- tommy was like “did u see the bullet wil” and he wa slike “no”
- forced tommy to stage door after the show
- prayed to all the theater gods that you came outside
- when you did? game over for him
- he stood there stawstruck awstruck jawstruck
- aND the same happened for you!!! bc u knew who he was ofc
- u had a lovejoy poster in ur dressing room duh
- so by the time you came round to him and tommy you were like “heheheh” and giggling “hi omg im a big fan of your music and stuff :)” and he was like “mIne?”
- his voice cracked
- you giggled and you both took pictures with each other on your phones
- then u invited him backstage
- and he wa slike LHJSKHFSDFKGHJERT
- LEFT TOMMY AT STAGE DOOR
- you showed him around including on stage
- and this went on for a while hed just show up a stage door and youd let him in
- one day you were both on the stage and he started humming helpless and you both started dancing
- and then he was like “i rlly am helpless for you, id like to try and make this something more if ur up for it”
- and you were like WOOOOOO yk
#dreamwastaken x reader#sapnap x reader#georgenotfound x reader#karl jacobs x reader#quackity x reader#wilbur soor x reader#dream x reader#mcyt x reader#dsmp x reader#x reader#shakira shakira writes#dsmp imagines#mcyt imagines
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Unholy Teaser! || Karl Jacobs
Pairing: c!Karl Jacobs x 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.
Tags: Priest! Karl, probably inaccurate ways of how the church goes, dirty thoughts, definitely pwp, and spoiler alert, more unholy things to do with holy water, the rosary and the altar (probably, let's see how it goes).
Words: 448 (future work will prolly surpass 3k)
Inspirations: Priest by Sierra Simone, that priest guy from the manwha Stepmother's Marchen, and Sam Smith's Unholy
Release Date: Unknown
I'd be lying if I said I posted this teaser to see if people are interested and definitely NOT because I want to get pressured to finish this, nopeee definitely not. There's three drafted smut plots with c!George and c!Sapnap, I have to at least finish one of them pls :''DD
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The wind howling against the corners of the church is always followed by 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, spewing their darkest secrets to the man sitting behind the wall.
It was always their infertility, either a far-away admiration/lusting situation or a recurring event of waking up in another’s arms. 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 favorite 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 gentle yet sensual you are.
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 tantalizes him, taunting his hands bounded by the rosary 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 shocked face that’ll soon crumple into an expression of unadulterated 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 until your scent and taste has ingrained itself to his head and tongue.
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karl jacobs - no noises
sub!karl, mommy!reader, light slapping, dumbification, degradation, pet names, crying, spitting
“baby, what did i say?“ you said, looking karl right in the eyes, gripping his chin. karl had been teasing you all day, begging for you to touch his cock. he was such a needy little thing, you decided to give him what he wanted, but you had a few rules.
“n-no noises..” karl choked out, shaking from your gaze
“that’s right, puppy. now do you want me to keep going or no?”
“please! please keep going, mommy” karl begs, eyes welling with tears. “i’ll be quiet i promise.”
“thats what i thought.” you bring your hand back down to his cock, moving too slow for his liking. karl’s biting is lip, trying oh so hard to not make any noise.
taking him into your mouth, karl jolts his hips upwards, accidentally making you gag.
earning him a slap across the face.
“can you not control yourself, stupid slut? stay fucking still before i stop.” a tear falls down his cheek, he’s shaking, he just wants it so bad
you go back to his throbbing cock, sucking on the tip and using your hand to stroke his length. above you karl is a crying mess, you almost begin to feel bad for him.
that is til he cums without permission, filling your mouth with his seed.
you pull away, spitting it back onto his face. “do you not use your brain slut? you’ve disobeyed nearly all my rules, baby. you know what that means, right?”
he shakes his head. “n-no mommy, p-please i’ll make it up to you”
you consider punishing him anyway, but he’s just so fucking cute with his own cum all over his face that you cant resist. “hmm, okay pet. get down on your fucking knees and prove it.”
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candids || mcyts x reader
summary: pictures the dsmp have taken of you two :)
includes: dream, george, sapnap, karl, quackity, & wilbur
gender: fem presenting
dream: "you look so good in my sweater :)"
sapnap: "dream caught me distracted"
george: "sapnap was following us on our walk."
wilbur: "unfortunately i can't be mad at tommy for taking this"
karl: "fine dining with my fine lady"
quackity: "we were tired, okay?"
#DREAMWASTAKEN X READER#MCYT X READER#WILBUR SOOT X READER#DREAM SMP X READER#MCYT IMAGINE#SAPNAP X READER#QUACKITY X READER#KARL JACOBS X READER#GEORGENOTFOUND X READER#MCYT FANFIC#MCYT FLUFF#DSMP X READER#DREAM X READER#DREAMWASTAKEN FLUFF#DREAMWASTAKEN FANFIC#SAPNAP FANFIC#SAPNAP FLUFF#KARL JACOBS DRABBLE#KARL JACOBS FLUFF#KARL JACOBS FANFIC#QUACKITY FIC#QUACKITY FLUFF#QUACKITY FANFIC#MCYT FIC#MCYT FANFICTION#DREAM SMP FLUFF#BASILLY#DREAM SMP FIC#WILBUR SOOT FANFIC#WILBUR SOOT FLUFF
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NFLSHFOS I SAW THIS THING WARLIER RIGHT AND ITS LIKE READER GETTING EDGED RIGHT? BUT THEG SAY “do you not love me daddy?” TO TRY GUILT TRIP THEIR PARTNER AND I…..HOW WOULD THE BOYS REACT?
OK HI, SO SORRY ABOUT HIW INACTIVE I HAVE BEEN, BUT I AM ALIVE, I AM SO LATE TO THIS BUT HERE YOU GO
Dream:
The type to finger you and pull away as soon as you clench around his fingers
your sobbing and sniffling, unable to handle much more edging
”d-do you not love me?” Youd ask, trying to guilt him into giving you an orgasm
hed Def falter for a second and think about it, but he’d end up smiling and laughing a bit
”just a few more ok? Daddy loves you so much, I’ll let you cum soon”
Sap:
Honestly think he’s eating you out or sucking you off, he loves using his mouth, and it’s so painful to edge you because god he just wants your cum all over his face
”p-please, I’ve been s-so good, d-don’t you love me?”
he’d honestly start laughing, not falling for it “aww, you don’t think daddy loves you?”
he’d leave you on edge for a while before finally letting you cum
Karl:
He would definitely fall for it
“I-I do love you doll, go on, cum for me”
he’d pick up his thrusts and fuck you through your orgasm that you begged for
hes so gullible, guilt tripping him is so easy, but in the end you thank him over and over for your orgasm
Punz:
He honestly couldn’t care about it and sees through you
”I’ll let you decide that for yourself, I think all this proves your very much loved”
as he just fucks you senseless
he keeps you on edge for hours and makes you scream and cry, but you know he loves you
#sapnap x reader smut#mcyt x reader smut#sapnap imagine#sapnap smut#karl jacobs smut#mcyt smut#karl jacobs imagine#dream smut
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Can you write something about Jimmy x Reader? 👉🏼👈🏼
Of course I can, but I have to tell you that I dislike it… I'll most likely edit it later.
Most of you have probably noticed that I haven't uploaded anything in a long time. So, as a quick update, I by now am legally allowed to drive and I started my last year of school. I'm not sure how much I can upload, because our school year is quite short, but I will do my best to respond to all of the requests as soon as possible. Please accept my apologies for the long speech. I love you all for the appreciation. I wish you luck for school an work.
I Survived 50 Hours In America
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Pairing: Jimmy x fem!Reader
Warnings: none I guess
Word count: 1586
You weren't thrilled when Jimmy suggested going to Antarctica. It was frosty, very bright owing to the sun, and you wouldn't have a decent bed to sleep in. Obviously, you had to fly there, which you were not delighted about. But Jimmy asked you to come along, and who were you to refuse?
"You okay?" Chandler asked above the rumblings of the plain.
"Could be better. We should've brought hot chocolate."
After you mentioned that, Chandler pulled a sorrowful expression. You should have thought about it sooner.
Jimmy was on the other side of the plain, working with the others to prepare some great scenes for the video. You weren't assisting since you had your head buried under your jacket, so you couldn't look outside. Normally, you weren't terrified of heights, except when you sat in a plain that didn't appear or seem safe.
They wanted to you wait on the plain after Jimmy left so you could get an amazing shot of you and the rest of the group approaching him.
It seemed simple until the guy in front of you stumbled. You weren't able to react quickly enough and fell face first as you stumbled over his foot.
"Gosh, Y/n." Chandler laughed when you landed in front of his feet.
While everyone else was laughing, he was kind enough to pull you up.
"Well, it's safe to say that the snow tastes nothing like vanilla ice cream."
"Is this something people believe?" Jimmy questioned as he tried to remove some snow off of you.
Chris shrugged, "I've never heard of anything like this."
"Whatever. You thought the moon was made of cheese until we were around thirteen," you rolled your eyes, while the others chuckled.
"As amusing as it is, guys." We should get started. Unless you want to be stuck in a blizzard," Jimmy reminded us, and we all groaned.
"I can't wait to freeze to death.", Chandler smiled.
Jimmy gave the pilot a wink and he took off. We started walking shortly after that. Everyone was hauling their sleighs behind them. George happened to be right next to you, chatting about who knows what. The blizzard made him incomprehensible. You attempted to explain it to him, but he didn't understand you either, so you just let him go on.
When you arrived at the location for the camp, everyone began to set up their tents.
Some of you almost immediately realized that it was nearly impossible for them to set up a tent in this wind, so some of you began to build a wall to protect the camp from the wind.
While it made things a little easier for you, George, Jimmy, and Karl kept assembling the tents.
Regardless of who went where, all of you instantly huddled in them when the blizzard intensified to wait it out, when you were finally done.
Finally, save from the cold wind and the snow flakes which felt like little needles picking your skin, you could take of your googles.
"This was disgusting," you said, referring to your soaked jacket and pants.
"Hopefully this will be over soon. It's rather crowded in here. Get your feet out of my face, Chris." Tareq muttered.
You hadn't realized how close you were to Jimmy, who was also in this tent. Blood shot to your cheeks, but you could at least blame it on the cold.
The tent's walls suddenly began to collapse and landed on you immediately.
The air was filled with cursing and the never-ending shifting of the tent's fabric.
You attempted to pull the fabric aside so you would be able to see someone, but it was like trying to get to the short end of a blanked at night, since the wind pushed the fabric back in your face every few seconds. You began to panic, concerned about how hard it was being pressed in your face from time to time.
"Y/n? "Are you okay?"
You spotted Jimmy when the crimson fabric lifted off your head. He must have noticed your fear since he moved closer to you to raise the piece of fabric higher.
"Yeah. This was terrifying. Like a crimson avalanche."
"You told me about your Claustrophobia once. Sorry to bring you into this."
"Don't worry. I-"
"Y/n is scared by Santa Claus?"
"Chris really? They had a moment."
"What are you even talking about, Tareq?", you asked.
"Oh come on. Everybody knows you two are in love."
"Tareq really? Stop it."
"No way, Chris. This frustrates me. It's so clear, I mean. Jimmy spent hours last week reassembling some Oreo's for you since you had a horrible day and he knows you like the with stuff."
"Any friend would have done something like this." Jimmy denied.
"Okay, and how about yesterday? Y/n-"
"Okay! Tareq we get it.",you interfered.
"No, I'd like to know what happened yesterday. It had to be a very significant event for Tareq to snap. This didn't seem possible to me."
"Chris, I swear to god.", you threatened.
You were frightened since Jimmy wasn't speaking, but you were saved by the others just as you were going to glance at him.
"Is everything all right in there?" Karl asked as the entire tent rose up, revealing a beaming Chris, a still unhappy Tareq, and Karl who peered inside.
You grabbed your googles and exited the tent, unable to bear the humiliating experience. Karl worriedly yelled after you, but you quickly made your way around the wall and came to a halt after about three minutes. Maybe you should just go back home and swim. You'd definitely die within the first two or three hours, but this would be truly amazing right now.
You watched the guys from the distance, rebuild the tent, raise the wall, and put the sleighs' belongings in the tents, when Jimmy started walking in your direction.
You were out and about to just walk away further, but you would have to talk to him. For the sake of the others, otherwise this trip would be really difficult for everyone, and you have at least a little privacy right now.
Jimmy sat down next to you and said, "We need to talk."
"I know."
You then remained silent. How can you even begin such a discussion? Just tell him the truth? No, this isn't one of those stereotypical romance novels where one character rants about their feelings only to be interrupted by the other's kiss. This is the real deal.
"I'm sorry you had to find out this way.", Jimmy mumbled finally interrupting the silence.
"I somehow knew. Or at least I wished it was."
"So Tareq was right? You like me too?"
"How could I not."
Shortly the silence took over again, but now you were sure, if you won't finally speak up, you could end up ruining more than a potential relationship. "I've liked you for years, but even after finally admitting it to you and myself, I still don't feel relived."
"Probably because how it happened. Tareq deeply apologized . You should speak with him later. It will lift your mood."
"I still can't believe he snapped."
"I'm with you. I had no idea his voice could get this loud."
You laughed, and then there it was. The long-awaited sense of relief.
"Thank you."
Jimmy stared at you, perplexed, but you simply rested your head on his shoulder.
"For being here, for making me laugh or have I ever thanked you for giving me this job?"
"Like, a thousand times." He burst out laughing. "Hey, would you tell me what happened yesterday?"
"Promise you won't find it weird."
"I promise."
"I picked up Tareq. Well, when he got into my car, I had forgotten to change the playlist, and he found my worst secret."
"You love One Direction?"
"That's not what this is about... I think. Well, I have a playlist full of songs you might like or told me about."
"Okay. I don't see a problem."
"I labeled it 'Jimmy <3'"
"To be honest I think's cute. You need to show me when we get back." he laughed.
A bit embarrassed you took a hand full of snow and pushed at in his face.
"Oh, you will regret this."
He tossed some snow in your face and pushed you over. Naturally, you started defending yourself, but after a few minutes of rolling around in the snow, you gave up.
"All right, you've won. Please stop. I have so much snow in my jacked that I'm afraid I'll get frost bite."
Jimmy stopped, looking down at you, before he suddenly leaned down on his forearms, coming closer to your face.
"Oh yeah? Well there is nothing like giving up where I'm from."
You moved in close to kiss him, taking advantage of his proximity. Jimmy kissed you back, and you swapped places without his noticing.
Using this new position, you threw some snow in his face and rushed back to your tent, shivering but glad that you finally got to kiss Jimmy, and by looking over your shoulder and seeing him still laying there, you knew this wasn't the last kiss you'd have.
#x reader#imagine#reader insert#mrbeast#jimmy x reader#karl jacobs#jimmy donaldson#youtuber imagines#youtube#fem reader#jimmy donaldson x reader#<3#mrbeast crew#mrbeast video#mr beast imagine
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mcyt
i wont write/tolerate posts about scat, piss, vomit, or age play.
george
all posts have been removed. FUCK george not found, tons of love to caiti. support the victim, always.
sapnap
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dream
thirst post - nsfw
thigh riding with dream
karl
virgin!karl headcanons - nsfw
quickies with karl, and after?
wilbur
all posts have been removed. FUCK wilbur soot, tons of love to shubble. support the victim, always.
quackity (sfw + suggestive only, no smut)
bf!quackity hcs (req)
bf!quackity hcs pt.2 (req)
quackity with a clingy s/o hcs (req)
quackity with an s/o who has adhd (req)
charlie slimecicle
chuckle sandwich members after a long trip - sfw & nsfw headcanons
schlatt
ask to @bvnnyblood - edging + overstimming during oral
nsfw schlatt hcs
jealousy - nsfw fic
housewife for schlatt headcanons - sfw & nsfw
housewife smutshot - coming soon
chuckle sandwich members after a long trip - sfw & nsfw headcanons
pegging schlatt - nsfw
schlatt when you're on your period- sfw
ted nivison
period hcs - sfw & nsfw
soft dom ted headcanons - sfw & nsfw
chuckle sandwich members after a long trip - sfw & nsfw headcanons
ted with a oral fixation - nsfw
several?
beach day - punz + foolish x reader smut
chuckle sandwich members after a long trip - sfw & nsfw headcanons
#mcyt smut#dsmp smut#mcyt#mcyt x reader#sapnap smut#karl jacobs smut#smut#gnf smut#punz smut#sapnap x reader smut#george smut#dreamwastaken smut#dreamwastakensmut#karl jacobs x reader smut#foolish smut#punz imagine#schlatt smut#jschlatt smut#ted nivison smut#ted nivison x reader#ted nivison#charlie slimesicle#charlie slimecicle smut#charlie smut#qsmp#dsmp#qsmp x reader#quackity headcannons#quackity x reader#quackity fluff
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