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hatchetislostpog · 5 months

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Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Tommy: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Wilbur: *raises hand*

Quackity: *raises hand*

Schlatt: *raises hand*

Niki: *raises hand*

Charlie: *raises hand*

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alastrrz · 3 months

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possessive schlatt. that’s the request.

VOUUUCHH GOOD RQ

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 possessive ; schlatt

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genre; just barely fluff, gets just a TIIINY bit suggestive

type; headcanons

read below!

Schlatt is pretty easy to get possessive of you. Especially in public settings.

Sees some other guy looking at you? His arm is wrapping around your waist or just a little too close to your ass, because he's that kind of guy.

He'll walk with his hand in your back pocket.

If he sees someone else talking to you, quick to hit you with "Sugar, this guy bothering you?"

Super quick to leave hickies or marks on your neck so anyone and everyone else knows that you're his.

Totally buys you a necklace or a bracelet with a 'J' on it so he's always claiming you even when he's not physically there with you

This one's a subtle one, but he always calls you 'My baby' instead of just baby.

This goes for almost any petname, he'll slap 'my' in front of any petname he uses for you.

He's always possessive in subtle ways, even if no one else is around for him to show his possessiveness.

#alex's writing #unlust.txt #mcyt #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #jschlatt #schlatt #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader

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bethsvrse · 5 months

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general daring headcanons with quackity 😻?

DATING QUACKITY HEADCANONS

PAIRING Quackity x streamer!reader

A/N I wrote this in class so this is lowkey short. Hope you like it though 😭🫶

(Also sorry if he’s a little ooc, I haven’t watch quackity in so long)

Not massive on PDA but will always has your pinky’s locked when your walking around and a arm around you shoulders when your sitting down

He’s very touchy in private though

Always having to be near you and touching you in some way when no one’s around

Quackity will never admit it but he loves being the little spoon.

Just resting on your chest whilst you guys are watching a movie *mwah* his favourite

He would always watch your streams no matter what

He also sends donos with a large amount of money to ask a simple question even if y’all are a room away

You were having a chill stream, putting on makeup before you went out with Quackity for dinner.

‘Where do you wanna go for dinner’ Quackity sent in a dono with $30 added and your eyes widened when you realised.

“Quackity what the fuck! Just come into my office!” You complain, chat going by really fast with laughs.

“Not bothered to get up <3” he sends with another $30 added

“Okay, I’m buying dinner then. You can’t keep wasting your money like this!”

“I’m buying dinner” it said with $100 attached

“I’m actually going to murder you Quack”

He called you mamacita as a joke once but it kinda just stuck

Chat freaks the first time they heard Quackity call you that

When you guys revealed your relationship, you did a whole stream reacting to ship edits

Most of them were super cute edits

Like ones of you guys staring at each other with heart eyes

Almost everyone loves you together not including those weird 13 year old fans

Every time you guys hang out, he swears he hasn’t laughed that hard in his entire life

Quackity literally loves you sm and always promises you that he will never ever leave you

#bethsvrse #quackity x reader #quackity #quackity x fem!reader #quackity x streamer!reader #fanfic #dating headcanons #quackity headcannons #dating quackity headcanons #I love him sm #he’s so silly #and adorable #x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #quackity x you #quackity x y/n

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lcvejoy · 7 months

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and we hold onto this (for whatever reason)

wilbur soot x gn!reader

tw!: angst, breakups, food mention, crying, other than that it’s fluffy and sweet. not proofread

word count: 1,248

a/n: literally wrote this in 10 minutes and didn’t read it over so i’m sorry if it makes literally 0 sense lmaoooo. i hope y’all like it!! (also this picture of wil is so cute hes so-)

there’s a stale feeling in the air as you’re surrounded by your friends. a large table, a potluck dinner, laughter and 5 different conversations, all while brown eyes with your same sadness across and to the left of you attempts to impossibly avoid your gaze.

wilbur joins in one of the conversations, you can hear his laughter and smooth voice. it’s all that seems to reach your ears as you play with the food on your plate. you missed the sound of his carefree and light voice, his laugh sweeter than nectar. a pang of sadness hits your chest like a tidal wave. a feeling you’ve invited to the dinner table often these past few weeks, but having him here in front of you, hearing his voice and laugh in the room and not in your head, has made the sadness hurt even more. it hits your chest, knocks the wind out of you, makes you feel like you’ve been thrown backwards.

“y/n? did you hear me?” a voice comes from your right, causing you to flinch and drop the fork in your hand. the sound is loud, it makes you physically cringe as you hear the conversations die down and feel multiple eyes on you. you lean down to grab the fork,

“no, sorry. what were you saying?” you respond quietly, looking over at your friend and placing the fork down beside your plate.

“i asked if you were okay. you seem like you’re in space” they say, voice quiet and full of compassion. you nod, forcing a smile on your face. how weird is it to be seen, studied, known. your friends see through you. you wonder if wilbur does too.

“yeah” you whisper, “i’m okay. sorry. didn’t get much sleep last night” you let out a light laugh. they smile back at you, a half-crooked, sad smile. a hand reaches up to squeeze your shoulder - as if to say ‘i know you’re lying, but we don’t have to talk about it’, before they turn back around to continue their conversation. you finally look around as conversations have sparked back to life, scanning the table before reaching wilbur’s spot. he’s looking at you. his mouth slightly agape, his eyes sad. you hold his gaze for a beat, before grabbing your fork and standing.

“m’gonna go wash this” you mumble for no one in particular to hear, as you scurry to the kitchen. you sigh as you reach the room, running your hands through your hair and leaning down onto the counter. the wound of yours and wilbur’s breakup is still so fresh, still so new, still prone to infection. seeing him is harder than expected, but this get together had been planned for too long for either of you to cancel.

with another sigh, you grab your fork and turn on the tap, beginning to wash it. your mind wanders as you grab the dish soap and sponge - you planned a future with wilbur. you thought he was the one. your parents loved him. god, you loved him. you wanted all the stupid, gross, lovey-dovey shit with him. a big wedding, a small family, a white house with a fenced in backyard, cats and dogs, growing old together. you would’ve done it all with wilbur.

“i think it’s clean” a familiar voice cuts through your thoughts. you flinch, dropping the fork into the sink. your head whips over to the voice, seeing wilbur standing there, looking at you. you hadn’t noticed the tears streaming down your cheeks until he brought you back to reality, causing you to quickly wipe them with your sleeve. you sniff, “well, yaknow, just had to be sure” you chuckle, though it comes out sad and strained.

there’s a silence, the air feels heavy, as you both just look at one another.

“y/n…” wilbur starts. you shake your head. “don’t. it’s okay” you reassure, breaking your gaze from him to look down at the fork in the sink. you grab it, walking over to the dish towels hung over the oven handle.

“i’m sorry” wilbur whispers.

“i said dont, wilbur” you sigh, looking back up to him. he looks just as broken and disheveled as you do.

he nods his head. a silence washes over the room.

“i miss you” his voice cracks, his eyes gather tears but he quickly wipes them away.

“wil-“

“i know we agreed it was best to part ways but it’s killing me, y/n” wilbur cuts you off, his voice is quiet but filled with emotion. you stay quiet, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you take shaky breaths.

“i-its so hard. so fucking hard to pretend im okay with this. that im fine. t-that i really believe it’s for the best” wilbur chokes out, he gulps before continuing, “because i don’t. i don’t think it is.”

you close your eyes to avoid the tears forming. you shake your head.

“wil, please stop” you beg “we both have other things to focus on. i mean, you have the band and-“

“oh, fuck the band!” wilbur shouts. your eyes shoot open to look at him as he brings his fingers up to pinch his nose bridge. he looks at you “fuck the band. fuck streaming. fuck everything, y/n. if it means i lose you, i don’t want any of it.” wilbur’s voice calms, it’s quieter.

you sigh and shake your head, “i would never ask that of you. you know that” you whisper “you love that band. and you love touring. and you love making music. and i love watching you do it, wil, i love seeing you happy but i-“ your voice breaks as a tear falls down your cheek, “but i cant sit there and wait for you to make time for me anymore. you were busy and you were happy and i waited and it’s fine but i- i couldn’t wait anymore. a-and all your promises, all the missed dates, all the times i spent sleeping alone, i just- it was too hard.”

wilbur takes a step towards you, searching your face for a reaction. when you don’t react, he walks over to you, standing in front of you. hesitantly, he reaches his hands to cup your face, wiping your tears with his thumb as his own tears fall from his eyes. he leans down and rests his forward against yours. a shaky sigh escapes your lips as you breathe in his scent.

“then i’ll wait for you this time” he whispers, “whenever you’re ready for me, i’ll be here. ready to change, to do whatever it takes, to show you the love you deserve.”

a wet laugh escapes your lips as you sniff, reaching up to hold his forearms as you close your eyes.

“i love you, y/n” he whispers, “i don’t think i’m capable of not loving you.”

you nod. “me neither” you agree.

his forehead leaves yours, being replaced by his lips. a lingering kiss on your forehead. he steps back, grabbing hold of your hands as you both look into each others teary eyes.

“whenever you’re ready” wilbur whispers. you nod - “okay” you whisper back. he smiles, as do you, before he walks out of the room.

you look down at the fork on the counter. a forgotten task. you smile, leaning over to pick it up. inspecting it in your hands. a breath, a sniff, a final wipe of your eyes.

whenever i’m ready, you think.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fic #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur

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cherrynwinesk · 9 months

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

#qsmp quackity #quackity smp #quackity fluff #quackity #dsmp quackity #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #quackity x reader #qsmp #incorrect quotes #quackity clips #video #mcyt x y/n #mcytblr #mcyt #gn reader #fem reader #male reader

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justpuppylove · 9 months

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HIII WELCOME BACKK!! WE MISSED YOU!! NOW IM GONNA NEED MORE OF THAT STEP BRO WILBUR MHM MHM 🤭

Sh~ Stepbrother Wilbur soot smut

Stepbro!WilburSoot x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: Stepcest [PLEASE DONT FUCK YOUR STEP-SIBLINGS OR PARENTS. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS.], degrading, begging, marking

A/N: HIIIII AND OFC :3

If you were completely honest, you didn’t like Wilbur. Your mom started dating your stepdad and after about a year he moved in, he brought Wilbur with him. Wilbur was honestly kind of a prick, he always made such snarky comments and was always teasing you. You always had to put up with him, especially on holidays and for special events. It just so happens that your mom and stepdad wanted to go on a date, and Wilbur decided to come bother you.

“What’s up dickheadddd” Wilbur says as he busts into your room. You let out a gasp and jump a bit, not expecting him to just barge in. You roll your eyes, “What is it Wilbur, don’t you have anything better to do?” Wilbur looks at you with a stupid smirk on his face. “What? Can’t I hang out with my favorite sibling?” He asks as he walks over to your bed where you’re sitting. He towers over you as he looks down. You feel a bit flustered as you look away; avoiding eye contact. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him. “You’re not blushing, are you?” He asks as he studies your face, that dumb smirk still plastered across his face. “What? No.. of course not, dumbass.” You respond as you shove your face away from his hand. “Awe you are, admit it” he says, placing his leg on the bed as he partially climbs on top of you. You feel your face heat up as he positions himself over you. You keep quiet as Wilbur grabs your face once more. “Admit it.” He says as he slightly squeezes your face. “Fine. Yes, I am.” You say as you look up at him reluctantly.

He moves himself over top of you as he moves his hand from your face to your neck. He kisses you and you feel yourself melt into his touch, you’re a bit surprised but you let it happen. His hand moves down your body and you spread your legs open, inviting him in. He smirks against your lips as he sees how needy you are. “You’re such a slut” his words ring through your ears as his hand meets with your core. You still had your shorts on but you were soaking wet. Wilbur was obviously quite surprised by this, he teases you by trailing his fingers over your shorts; making you whine. “You’ve needed me so bad hm?” He asks teasingly, all you can do is nod. “You don’t even care that I’m your stepbrother?” He asks as he slides your shorts off and takes off his shirt. You trace his muscles with your eyes, not paying attention to his questions as he unbuttons his pants. His bulge is very apparent against his boxers as he kisses your neck. He fingers once again meeting your core. He slowly pushes his fingers in, which causes you to let out a moan. You grab the back of Wilbur’s head, your fingers combing through his hair, as he leaves a hickey on your neck.

He lines himself up with your entrance, tapping his hard dick onto your pussy. He slides himself up and down your wetness as you get needier. “Please just fuck me” you say as Wilbur looks down at you. “How bad do you want it?” Wilbur says, wanting you to beg. You almost let out a scoff before realizing that would just postpone your pleasure even more, “Please~ I need you so bad. I need you to fuck me Will” you say pleadingly. Wilbur seems pleased with your response because he slowly slides into you. You let out a whine as you try to adjust to his length. “Sh~ I know baby” he says as he gives you a second to get used to him. He starts slowly moving inside of you, letting out a few groans as you clench around him. After hearing your moans he speeds up and begins slamming into you roughly. “Fuck~ Wilbur~” you moan out between whines. “Yeah? You like that?” He says as he slams into you, making the bed hit the wall. He lifts your legs up over his shoulders and grabs your hips, his nails pressing into your thighs. “Such a dirty slut~” he says, you clench around him as you hear his words. As he feels this he moves one of his hands to your clit, skillful circling it. “Please~ can I please cum~” you beg Wilbur as he continues slamming into you. “Cum for me, only I can make you feel this good.” Wilbur says, possessiveness swimming in his tone. Once you get permission you feel yourself release on Wilbur’s dick, your clit throbbing as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. “Ah~ Wilbur~” you moan out, gripping onto his wrists. His grip on you tightens more as he slams into you even harder. With a few more thrusts his seed spills out onto you.

You both pant a bit as you come down from your highs. Wilbur cleans you both up and helps you put your clothes back on. You both settle into your bed together and turn on your tv. You both watch some movies together before Wilbur gets a message from his dad. “They’re coming home..” he says, “you should do something about that.” he finishes as his eyes dart to the huge hickey on your neck. Your face heats up as you scatter to the bathroom.

#dsmp #justpuppylove #dsmp smut #smut #wilbur soot #wilbur soot smut #mcyt x y/n #mcyt smut #mcyt #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbursoot #stepbro!wilbur #Stepbro!wilbursoot #stepbro smut

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pheliiaa · 3 months

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it must be love. ᥫ᭡

ᥫ᭡ - niki sets you and wilbur on a classic dinner date.

note - inspired by 'must be love' - laufey!!! frwiends to lovers ahhahs! dividers by @cafekitsune !!

warnings - use of a nickname (beautiful), a kiss at the end!!

| use of you/yours, y/n used as well ! |

time moved so, so much slower than usual when you were with wilbur. it was weird, you thought.

you couldn't be in love with him, were you?

"come on," niki sighed. "it's so obvious by the way you look at him, y/n. the look you make while staring at him is like he's a treasure chest you've been going through so many adventures for."

you scoffed, not believing niki yet. "niki, I don't like him. he's just a really close friend of mine."

the girl in front of you smirked while putting on her makeup, "sure, we'll see."

you raised your eyebrow at that but shrugged it off.

niki suggested you needed someone to be there with you. you declined but she insisted on getting you a date, so you gave in and agreed only for her to stop asking.

you arrived at the restaurant, feeling anxious as you paid your uber.

as you cluelessly walked in, your eyes widened slightly as you saw wilbur sitting at a table, clearly waiting for someone. but you didn't know, that someone would be you.

you saw him glance up at you, eyes lighting up as he put his phone in his pocket and waved for you to come over.

"niki said you'd be my date." wilbur said with a soft smile, and you swore you could see a faint blush on his pale skin.

"she- she didn't tell me you were my date, she just told me to find out for myself." you felt your cheeks heat up lightly as he snickered softly.

"it's okay, you're here. there's no going back now, beautiful." he murmurs the nickname, eyeing your features like he doesn't see a single flaw in you.

"I-huhm, what?" you blurted out, flustered at the nickname he'd called you.

"nothing." he replies quickly, looking away with a slight blush on his cheeks. the way it immediately felt uncomfortably awkward was embarrassing both you and wilbur.

he cleared his throat, a timid expression on his face. "so, uhm. what do you want to order?"

"the.. roast pork and potatoes..?" you asked awkwardly, looking at the menu for an excuse not to make eye contact with the brown-haired, attractive (you'd admit,) man across from you.

he nods, letting out a small hum as he calls the waiter.

"could she get a roast pork with potatoes? I'll get the same." he spoke softly, watching as the waiter wrote it down and busily walked to other waiting customers.

as you both waited, the silence was louder than the busy restaurant with flowing customers and fast-paced waiters skillfully writing down the orders of the people arriving.

"so.." wilbur awkwardly started, trying to start a conversation so you both wouldn't be as awkward anymore.

you stayed silent, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers as you couldn't think of any topic you could talk about.

".. do you know why niki set us both up on this date?" he asked, looking at you with genuine curiosity.

"um, she told I needed someone so she insisted she'd get me a date. didn't know it'd be you though." you answered shyly, looking everywhere but his eyes.

"really? does she think you're in lo-" wilbur responded before getting cut off by a waiter serving us our food and immediately getting back to work.

"thank you-" you both said at the same time before laughing softly, easing the tension between the two of you.

"so.." you both started again, giggling quietly.

"this is so weird." you chuckled.

"well, great minds think alike, don't they?" he replied, eyeing both your foods that were starting to get cold.

you hummed in response, leaning your cheek in the palm of your hand as your elbow stayed on the table, looking at the food you both hadn't eaten as well.

"I think we should eat." he muttered, looking at you before grabbing the utensils given by the waiter and slowly eating the food.

you followed his actions, taking bite after bite.

you both ate in silence, well, not really. many people were chattering in other tables, some couples, family, friends.

both of you finished eating, and wilbur spoke once again, "would you like me to walk you back home, or..?"

"no, it's okay I'll just get an ub-" he interrupted you, "it's okay, I don't mind walking you back home."

you hesitated before sighing. "fine,"

you saw his cheeks faintly flush, eyes lighting up as he stood up from the wooden, polished chairs. he took out his wallet, and before you could protest, he immediately placed the paper bill down.

you sighed, extremely grateful at this kind gesture of wilbur's. you watched him place his wallet in his pocket, looking back down at the floor.

though, your cheeks heated up again as he took your hand, leading you out from the chattering customers and busy workers, to the calm streets and cold breeze of the night.

this time though, the silence wasn't so uncomfortable. it was nice, listening to each other's breathing and the vehicles passing by.

as you both reached your house, he let go of your hand.

you slowly waved, walking to your house before feeling wilbur's hand pull yours again.

"wait." he spoke quietly.

you looked back at him with confused eyes before they widened as you felt his lips on yours.

he brought a hand up to your cheek, gently caressing the soft skin with his rough, calloused fingers.

he softly pulled back, looking down with a blush on his face that was illuminated by the streetlight near you both.

"I love you." he whispered.

#i didnt know i could do this #wilbur soot x reader #wilbursoot #wilbur mcyt #wilbur x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur soot #wilbur #qsmp wilbur #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt #mcyt wilbur #mcyt wilbur soot #dsmp x y/n #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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—a text away

SUMMARY | in which you have a habit of blowing up wilburs phone

PAIRING | wilbur soot x reader

REQUESTED | no

WARNINGS | none

WORD COUNT | 1.2k+

AUTHORS NOTES | long distance fic. tagging @lyssys @zooone @beep-beep1

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Technology is everywhere these days.

It's the one thing that's almost impossible not to notice anymore. From the stoplights that direct traffic, to the earbuds nestled tight in pedestrians ears as they go about listening to music. Even our microwaves have been a product of humanities thirst for creation. Or maybe it was the thirst for power that spawned that one. You can never decipher the difference between the two these days.

But, you think your favorite bit of technology might be the ability to text your partner. Even when you're sat hundereds of miles away, watching as he livestreams.

"Alright chat��no. No that was not funny. I don't know why I even turned on media share."

Wilbur sat in his studio, cheek smushed up against his foam covered mic as he glanced at the speedy chat screen, looking for a coherent group to words to string together.

"I thought today was a chill day yeah?" He pretended to chastise the people on the other end of the screen, smiling as he went for a sip of water. A bit spilled from his mouth as he attempted to speak again, laughing it off before swallowing this time.

"No making fun of that. An—hold on! Yes it was a laugh, but we're not doing you laugh you lose. I already explained this. It's just a talking day. Don't—don't boo me you hooligans. I could end stream, do you want me to end stream?"

Sometimes being a twitch streamer, eyes constantly looking and expecting you to do something, or slip up, was enough to wear down everyone. Wilbur has had his fair share of bad days, a few of them ending in the thought of him ending streaming completely. But then there were moments like this that countered it, where the heckling didn't really feel like heckling and he could just be comfortable.

"Mods, I gonna need you to ban the next person who says babybur. I am not being a baby. This is—hey! This is not a tantrum! Ban them too!"

It was the times like these, where his face felt sore from smiling for so long, that he really appreciated being able to do what he did for a living. And the best part of it? He had met you along the way.

"No, (Y/n)'s not with me here today." Wilbur was quick to change the topic from everyone spamming babybur to his partner currently overseas. Chat always loved to pester him about you. Not like he cared. After finding out you were okay with him talking about you on stream, he found every excuse in the book to include you into each and every conversation he had, proudly boasting about how much he loves you.

"You guys want to see them again? Yeah, me too. Maybe if their okay with it next time their here, I'll bring em back on for a bit, yeah?" Wilbur already knew the answer before he had even asked it, watching as his chats speed broke the frame rate on his monitor after mentioning it.

A few more minutes of talking passed before he felt the days hours catching up to him. Normally he knew when he was getting tired enough to sign off, but this time it had taken his legs cramping up for him to take the hint.

"Chat I've got to go. And don't say five more minutes becuase the last time that happened you tricked me into staying for an hour more and I was late to a wedding." Wilbur began his wave at the screen, smiling warmly at his camera before clicking the end stream button.

Pushing his chair out, he was quick to stand up and stretch his legs. The office he worked in was great. Most of the time. It would be perfect if not for the fact he was just a little above the height average that the room seemed accustomed to holding.

"Bloody fuck." He sighed.

His phone was quick to be picked up. Wilbur liked to keep it a couple arms lengths away as he streamed. He had most of what he needed at his computer, and his insesent need for doom scrolling was sure to get in the way if he didn't limit himself while live.

However this did seem to get in the way of your equally peristant need for blowing up Wilburs phone like it was the last thing you would ever do.

The line only rung once on your end before you picked it up.

"Really darling?" That was the first thing you heard, your boyfriends warm chuckle following it shortly after. "Fourty eight messages? That's a new record for you."

"I missed you Wil. Plus I was watching this time from my computer. Chat was funny today." Your smile was audible to him, only resulting in him shaking his head with a laugh.

"You think so? All they talked about this entire time was a really sweet and adorable sounding person. Said they wanted to see them again soon. Couldn't recall their name though. Did you happen to catch it?" He teased you, sinking into his desk chair while wiping the edge of his fake glasses on his shirt.

"Did it happen to be (Y/n)." You answered with false curiosity.

"That's it!" Wilbur snapped his fingers even though you couldn't see him. "And honestly I think they're onto something. They sound amazing and I'd really like to see them. Preferably soon?"

You rolled your eyes. He always did this when you were on call. Well, he always did this anyways, not just on calls. You didn't like being away from him anymore than he did. But Wilbur had always been the more antsy one out of the two of you.

"Just a week more Wil and I'll be back at your flat in no time."

"Promise?"

"When have I ever lied to you love?"

"Well—" Wilbur cleared his throat. "—there was that time on Halloween when you said you were going to dress up with me, and when you lied about getting McDonald's without me, and don't even get me started on all the lies you said just to get that suprose party for me organized last year."

"Wow. You must be really proud of yourself for remembering all that Wil."

"I am, actually."

"Do you want a gold star."

"I know you're making fun of my but yes. Yes I would."

He listened as you laughed from the other end of the phone. He couldn't help falling in love with you. It was too perfect, the two of you. Like something out of his own songs. Wilbur wasn't one for the whole soulmates shtick, but he'd be damned if he said you were anything but that. His soulmate.

"I love you so much (Y/n)." He whispered. "And I hate I can't hold you right now. I hate that I can't kiss you and feel you in my arms."

Your laughing had ceased with a soft sigh. You knew what he meant and more. Too many a night you had laid awake, unable to sleep without the feeling of his hands around your waits and hoodie around your torso.

"I know Wil. Just seven more days and I'm all yours."

"Don't forget my gold star." It was quiet, but you still found yourself gently smiling.

"Seven more days, then me and that gold star are all yours."

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lvyu · 2 years

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streamer bf? streamer bf!; wilbur soot x reader

— ask, synopsis: “maybe a headcanon of some cute couple moments between the two seen on stream/the fans interacting...”

understandably, wilbur waited a really long time to publicly announce his relationship. he wasn’t going to either, but he also realised that being so cautious, for your privacy and safety, in public in case a fan came up to him was draining for both of you. but once both of you decide that yeah, you’re in it for the long haul as far as you can tell right now.

if you’re not a content creator ... probably really wants to keep you off streams and public-eye as much as he can just to maintain some level of privacy. but, sometimes he also just really wants to hug his pretty partner.

when he moves back into his home office you love it! it means he’s home more and you get to quietly bug him in the corner of the room as he streams. cheer someone else on during mcc it’ll be funny. he’ll probably do a bit where’s he’s mad at you for betraying him; like he’s dropping dead in his chair for the entirety of buildmart because of what you did.

chat asks about you a lot! their favourite clip is you walking into his office, the door already being ajar, and just standing there ominously in the door frame. it took wilbur three minutes to realise you were there and you scared the shit out of him when he finally noticed you creeping up behind him. chat thinks you’re funny and thanks you for your service (of making wilbur fall out of his chair twice).

if you are a content creator ... stfu you probably met because you’re both streaming nerds (just kidding wilbur isn’t a streamer). regardless, you probably stream quite a bit together. he’s aware you’re no stranger to the whole doxxing and leaks and awful bits that come with popularity, so he’s not as overprotective on that front as he would be if you weren’t a streamer.

that being said, motherfucker can’t but will fight anyone who tries to demean you and your relationship because like wtf? that’s his wonderful relationship you’re bad-mouthing, keep your mouth shut.

because you two are usually doing bits (because streamer haha gotta get views because it’s literally your job.), the chat goes wild for cute moments :( literally anything! it can as simple as wilbur saying “thank you, lovely” as you hand him something, in game or otherwise. they’ll eat that shit up they are starved for cute couple content from you too.

by far their favourite moment is when you were streaming together in person for the first time and you were so clearly just happy to just be together and be able to say it in public. you weren’t very touchy, but you did come up behind wilbur at some point to hug him, and you patted his head, snuggling him as he sat, casually continuing the just chatting stream. chat could genuinely not shut up about it for days.

#pom’s writing corner #anon.asks #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot scenario #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x y/n #dsmp x you #dsmp x y/n #wilbur soot imagine

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deadqueerboys · 3 months

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More Simpbur smut?

(Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please)

I guess I have to talk about this; (male!reader)

Simpbur is just LITERALLY a simp, even if he's not dating you. Even if he needs to trick you for that, he's doing it! He's simping you from far away!

Plus: I TOLD YOU GUYS I WAS GOING TO WRITE AGAIN!! Dare me, bitch.

Simpbur does the usual, going to your favorite bar, but instead of looking at you for hours, he decided to sit close to you. He's a gentleman, obviously. He needs to try to make you comfortable at first.. It takes a long time until he got you drunk enough to have sex with him.

Simpbur enters in your room. Both are so messy right now. He can't contain his happiness. He has been dreaming about this for ages!

He doesn't even care about asking for you: "Are you sure?". He just keeps kissing you, his hands around your waist, making you stay closer to him. The door slammed behind them, you giggle, clearly drunk and feeling horny dumb. You kissed him, it felt so real to Simpbur, your lips were his passion.

Simpbur lay you on your own bed, desperate to see you through those silly clothes. He knows what he's doing. He's ready for that. He takes your pants off, kissing your thighs and your cover lower area like if it was the cure for his sickness. When you moan, he takes it as an order, taking your underwear and making the things that he knows pleasure you. He kisses the base of your cock, a lot of little kisses, he's so in love with it!! He starts to sucking you, slowly to be more teasing.

"Mhm, yes, please.." You can't even say his name. Do you know his name? Ugh.. probably not.

Simpbur goes deep throat, putting all that he can on his mouth. It feels too big, way too big.. He takes it faster, his hand taking care of what he couldn't handle with his mouth. His lips were so red and juicy that it looked like paradise. Simpbur looks up to you, waiting for some sign that he is doing great. He has such a praise kink.

You notice it, obviously. "Oh.." It get out of your mouth accidentally. But then your cock feels tight on his throat, you moan one more time. "Mhm, you're doing so great for me, sweetheart.." it was better then try to remember his name. Was it.. Jared? It felt like it was Jared, but you couldn't risk.

The compliment gives him stimulation, with his other hand, he places your foot on his covered cock, you felt it twitching, he was so crazy about you that he almost came just from you calling him by a pet name. He gives you a hint to step on it, so you do. He moans on your dick, almost choking. His eyes roll of pleasure while his body goes further, feeling the necessity of your touch. Simpbur looks at you with puppy eyes.

"Yes, honey?" You understand the hint, your hand grabbing his hair and making he go even deeper. You keep moving your feet on his covered cock, it felt so good and so wrong, but who are you to judge a random man fetish? Specially one that you just met and now you're fucking with him on your house. "Do you like that, huh? Are you a good boy for me?" You whispers, smirking while biting your lips.

Simpbur can't hold anymore, tears rolling from his eyes while his hips roll on your feet, he whimpers on your dick like a slut, cumming while he cries. It was a funny but teasing image, trying to be nice with him, you force yourself to cum, so he could rest and breath properly.

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hatchetislostpog · 6 months

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Y/n: What makes you think I give a single shit about you?

Revivebur: You hallucinating my ghost for the past half a year is a pretty big clue. C'mon, what's the harm in admitting you love me? It's not like I can die again.

#dream smp imagine #dream smp x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp x y/n #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #dsmp x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x y/n #ghostbur #revivebur x reader #revivebur #ghostbur x reader

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alastrrz · 4 months

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 DATING THEM ; SCHLATT

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genre; fluff/comfort

type; headcanons

read below!

I like to think Schlatt jokingly likes PDA. If you guys are around close friends, he'll smack your back end or roughly give you a shoulder massage, just to say "this one's mine", y'know?

If he's drunk however, his love language is suddenly touch x10. He's all over you, hugging you from behind, touching your hair, kissing your forehead and neck, anything you could think of.

He also likes gift giving, but he does it really subtly. If he sees you looking at something for a little bit too long, he'll go back to the store when you're not with him and buy whatever you were looking at.

I like to think most of you guys' quality time together is when he needs someone to help him clean, or vise versa.

When you guys are done cleaning, it turns into a fight with the mops. One time, he accidentally hit you across the head with the mop handle, and he felt horrible. Don't worry, he kissed it all better.

He loves when you show him your music. He has a private collaborative playlist on spotify with just you two. He calls it "THE relationship". You told him that was a silly name for the playlist, but here you are, months later, with that still being the title.

Absolute BED HOGGER. You two will fall asleep spooning, but the way you wake up is NOT how you fell asleep. There was one time you actually woke up half way on the floor. He is also a blanket hogger, which has lead to you both having separate blankets.

Claims he is not a blanket or bed hog, but you have a lot of photo evidence showing otherwise. "I do NOT hog— Okay well.. That was ONE TIME." You show him the album you have called "Jay being a hog". "Okay maybe.. Maybe I am a hog."

#alex's writing #jschlatt #schlatt #mcyt #jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff #mcyt comfort #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt comfort #schlatt comfort #schlatt fluff

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imlovewithpixels · 1 year

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How does Quackity met you?

- Fem!Reader x Quackity little imagine

Pov: You became viral on TikTok for the wrong thing.

(( Remember that my request are OPEN - Spanish or English))

This is my first thing in english for the streamer community even if I see more content off the Hispanic Streamers

Also, If you like my work, check out my Masterlist . I need to update my fandoms <3

- English is not my mother lenguaje, please be nice if I had any grammatical errors.

You were just streaming Minecraft. It was a pretty chill and cozy stream where you were decorating your mushroom house and talking with your chat. You had a little community in Spanish and English but your viewers were around 1k per stream.

Your calm voice was accompanied by the background music on Minecraft while you were mumbling to a song that was stuck in your head since last week.

And then you saw your Twitch display.

Quackity was on stream…¿he was going to play garthic phone?

You NEEDED to see that.

— Okay…ma babies, I will end this stream right here.— You said, laughing a little bit.

A lot of comments started to pop up. “Why???” “noooo pliss :c” “I just started watching TT” “mi casitaaa, don't go”

— Well…you know, Quackity …he…he just started a Spanish stream and I want to see it. — You whisper to the microphone fast. Your cheeks were red from embarrassment. “So, all of you should go. We have one rule in this place, "If mi casita is streaming, go to see it” After a silly tone of voice you smile at the camera and wave a little wave. “Babays”

“She had a crush on him, umm. Our mommy is gonna leave us. TT” A last-time donation came up in your scream and the robotic voice read it. You open your eyes surprised and completely flutter.

— I-I, I don’t, mierda. wHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? — Your chat started calling you cute and being dramatic for leaving them when you turned off the camera. Your hot face and silly but cute expression were the last images that you gave them.

Then, you went to the other stream, and continued with your Minecraft real, while listening to a lot of Spanish swearing.

…

It only took one week to blow off.

That little clip of your last stream kinda became viral on TikTok.

“The girl that ends up her stream for Quackity”

Oh god, oh my god.

This was so embarrassing. On one side, you didn’t mean any of this but your account kinda blows up with a lot of new people and subs. But, there was also a thing that you have never dealt with before, haters. Who said that you only wanted attention, that you were just a fangirl who wanted to meet him. Just pick me.

That makes you uncomfortable, you didn’t know how to deal with all that shit, but still tried to look calm like always on your streams. With 5k viewers on you, it was a little hard to read all the comments while you were playing Valorant, but you could see a lot of comments referring to the Mexican streamers.

You’re nervous. You didn’t mean any of this, and first of all, you did not want to disturb Quackity.

You just hope that this incident just passes like any other TikTok and were replaced.

…

“Have you seen the girl who just turned off her stream for you? Such a pick me”

The robotic voice was heard after the donation and Quackity just could give a confused look. His chat seemed to know about the topic, and they started spamming his discord with certain TikTok.

— What are you talking about, guys? — He opened one of them and your voice filled his stream.

Quackity saw your relaxing face while singing, your brown eyes lit up when she saw something, and you had a cute little smile. And your wavy hair follows your head movements when you face the camera with an embarrassed expression.

“Well…you know, Quackity …he…he just started a Spanish stream and I want to see it. “

He knew he had fans, a lot of them actually, but that little clip of you just ending your stream for him makes him kinda happy. His heart warms up while you shout to your chat, like, and intern joke. His cheeks feel a little hot and the smile across his face captures the chat's attention.

“She’s cute”

“New ship, new ship”

“She just wanted fame I think.”

“I follow her, pure mommy vibes”

“She has been harassed on her last streams for this, what a shame. “

That little comment took him back to the earth.

— “Guys, you know that I don’t support any of this behavior. Please, if you comment shitty things to this pretty girl, you’re not part of my community” — Alex didn’t notice the pretty on his lips when he called you and almost immediately went to your stream to follow you.

Little did he know that you were on a drawing stream, too focused on your work to look at your chat. Your live face was so beautiful, even if you were with a messy bum and frowning in concentration.

He donated to you right away.

“Quackity had donated 10 000 bits. And applause for the sugar” Your alert claimed.

“ I like that drawing, I could request a commission someday. I’m sorry for any uncomfortable comment from my community, I thought that your gesture was really funny and sweet :) “

You just drop your pencil for the amount of money and then, when you see the username, your face goes from pale to red in two seconds.

Shit. Shit.

Did he just…. know that you fucking exist for a TikTok?

— “I-I…. Yo…deje mi comida en la estufa. Gracias por la plata. Sleep well chat. “ — And with that, you went off stream.

...

Quackity blinked two times and then he just bursts off in a laugh.

That was so funny, you were interesting.

“You suck flirting.”

— I was not….I didn’t mean to…fuck off, chat. Let’s enter the server. — He said, rolling his eyes, trying to distract himself from thinking about your last expression and how you couldn’t manage to erase the shy smile off your face.

Did he have that effect on you?

How cute.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt #mcyt quackity #quackity x reader #quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #quackity imagine #quackity karmaland #quackity headcannons

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lcvejoy · 10 months

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speak now

wilbur soot x gn!reader

tw!: alcohol, throwing up, angst? hurt/comfort. kinda makes no sense; not proofread.

word count: 1,336

a/n: i hate this but i rlly just wanted to post bc i miss it. more stuff coming! this is just to get me back into the groove of writing and sharing lol. clearlyyyy i write too much angst im sorry i just thrive in it. ill write more fluff! expect more!

wilbur is lying on the vinyl kitchen flooring when he calls.

he’s wine drunk and crying like an overtired toddler. wails of grief and laboured breaths, clutching his phone with one hand and gripping his hair with the other. the cold surface of the floor giving him some relief for his overheated body.

“hey, you’ve reached y/n! i must be super busy, but leave a message and i’ll get back to you when i can!” he’s heard that voicemail hundreds of times this week. he loves hearing your voice, even if only through a phone speaker.

“baby?” he sniffles, wiping his snot on his sleeve, “hey darling, hey y/n.”

a shaky breath, “listen i-“ he looks at at the ceiling, silently cursing himself, “i need you to tell me where you are, okay?” he catches a sob before it escapes, trying to display strength. “we’re all so worried about you. i-i’m so worried about you.” he’s dizzy, the room is spinning now. he reaches his hand out to lay flat against the floor in an attempt to steady himself.

“just call me. or text one of us. anyone. w-we just want to know you’re okay.” wilbur can no longer hide his misery. his voice is wobbly and it cracks at the beginning of each sentence.

“i love you, y/n. i-i love you so much it hurts.” he begins to feel the bile rise in his throat, “come home, okay?” he hangs up. he gets up from the floor on shaky legs, stumbling his way to the bathroom, and lets out of the contents of his stomach. he’s coughing and spitting, hugging the toilet and resting his head on the side of the seat.

he flushes the toilet and scoots back to lay his back against the opposite wall. he leans his head back, closing his eyes, before crumbling again. loud sobs, fat tears, hiccups and laboured breaths. the pain and grief hits him like a train.

there was an argument between you two the night you left. he hasn’t seen you since, and nobody has heard from you. your phone, however, has remained on - proven by the fact that wilbur has been able to leave you voicemails and each of his texts deliver. both, however, go unanswered and unread.

he is riddled with guilt - his brain playing every possible scenario. hurt, kidnapped, murdered, lost, alone. although, his hopeful side prays you’re at your parents house and you just don’t want to talk to anyone.

he picks up his phone and calls again. he leaves more voicemails. he does this for hours until he’s sober with a pounding headache and a broken heart.

until, finally, “wilbur, please stop calling.”

you answer. he’s frozen, sitting up from his leant over position quickly.

“y/n?” he’s convinced he’s hallucinating, that this isn’t real, that you didn’t actually pick up your phone.

“i’m fine, wil. i’m safe. please stop calling and go to sleep.” you seem annoyed, your voice is heavy with exhaustion; like he’s woken you up multiple times with his constant calls.

“w-where are you?” he’s frantic.

“i’m safe.” you respond, sternly.

“stop calling, wil.” it comes out like a warning.

“are you going to come back?” he asks, the emotions bubbling in his gut, “please, y/n. please come home.”

he hears you sigh. he holds his breath as he waits for your answer.

“i’m sorry i worried you” you began, “i just needed some space. i’m coming home in a couple days.”

wilbur falls apart with relief. he cries without the pain and grief present.

“we will talk more about it when i come back. just-“ you pause.

“just give me some space, okay? get some sleep.” you speak gently.

he nods, wiping the tears spilling down his cheeks.

“i love you” he sobs.

“i love you, too” you whisper. you hang up, and wilbur cries more.

two days later, wilbur hears keys jingling at his front door as he sits on the couch. he rises to his feet so quickly that he stumbles slightly, nearly tripping. he watches the lock switch, the door handle twist, and the door begin to slowly swing open. he’s frozen as he watches, wide-eyed.

you walk in, a small bag in hand. you haven’t yet noticed wilbur’s presence as you lock the door and remove your shoes, setting your bag down on the floor next to you.

finally, you look up. you freeze upon meeting wil’s eyes. you both stand there - staring in each others eyes, mouth slightly agape, feet planted in place.

wilbur’s mouth opens as if he’s going to say something, but the words get caught in his throat. he gulps, feeling the emotions rise to his eyes.

“hi wil” you break the silence with a small whisper.

his lip quivers, a tear falls down his cheek.

“hi” his voice cracks as he whispers back.

there’s a beat of silence as you both remain solid in your places. wilbur is silently crying, staring at you. you can feel your eyes welling with tears as you speak again; “i’m sorry i left” you begin, “i just needed some space. i should’ve told you where i was going. that was incredibly selfish of me.” you look down, your fingers anxiously playing with the hem of your shirt. you swallow before beginning again, “it killed me to not talk to you, but we both needed time apart.” you look up to meet wilbur’s eyes again. he has tears steadily streaming down his cheeks, his mouth is slightly open. you are finally taking in just how broken he looks; his hair is a mess, he has dark eye bags as if he hasn’t slept since the night you left, his skin is pale and dry. you feel like the shittiest human being on earth for having caused him this pain. you quickly wipe the tear that falls from your eye.

wilbur gulps again before speaking in a hushed voice and broken tone; “i never want to go that long wondering if you’re okay again. w-wondering if i’ll ever see you again. i-“ a choked sob leaves his lips. he breathes deeply before continuing, “i was s-so scared that the only time i would ever hear your voice again was through your voicemail message.”

you can’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks as he speaks. you nod as you look down.

“i’m so sorry” you crumble, both of you letting out soft sobs and hitches of sharp breaths.

“let me hold you” wilbur speaks up, “please, l-let me hold you.”

all you can do is nod. the words won’t form. so you do; you nod as he quickly steps forward.

and as he reaches you, he pulls you into him. his hands wrap themselves around your middle as his head buries into your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull your face into his chest, breathing him in. you can feel his hot tears on your skin and his body jump as he lets out quiet sobs.

you stand there, in the living room of your shared apartment, holding each other and crying together for an unmeasurable amount of time. until eventually, the sobbing subsides and all that is heard is sniffles.

wilbur pulls away from the hug and instead, brings his hands to your face and rests his forehead against yours. you hold his forearms and close your eyes. you missed this - you missed being close to him, feeling him, smelling him. you missed him.

he missed you equally as much.

“never again” he whispers, as his thumbs begin moving against your cheeks.

“never again” you repeat in an equally quiet voice.

you both smile slightly. wilbur moves his head up to leave a long, lingering kiss on your forehead before returning his forehead to yours.

a silent vow of forgiveness, a silent vow of “i’m sorry.”

and yet, there is a quiet but heard vow of a promise to never let this happen again.

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evilgaygothgf · 1 year

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I Know What I Said

Quackity x reader (any pronouns)

Please send in requests!! I’m aching in my bones for things to write please please please

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

The words repeated in your mind day and night, gripping and tugging at your heart. You’ve wanted to admit your feeling to Alex for the past few months after coming to terms that they wouldn’t just go away on their own. You’ve know him for over a year now, and the feelings only keep growing stronger. “The worst he can say is no,” is what your friends kept telling you, but he’s already said the worst thing in your opinion.

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

You thought you’d bring up the topic of dating in general to him and try to gauge his feelings before admitting your own first. Kind of just beat around the bush. You thought maybe he’d just come out and admit he had a crush on you and then you could easily slip in how you felt about him too. Or maybe he’d pull the old “well my friend has a crush on their close friend they’ve known for a while but he just doesn’t know how to confess without ruining their friendship” and you could respond with “well he’ll never know unless he confesses, right?” and then he’d confess his feelings and turn out to be the “friend” who wanted to confess the whole time. Just like in movies and fanfics, right? Right? Wrong.

When you brought up the topic he went into a full rundown of how he just doesn’t see himself dating anyone anytime soon because he’s just so busy with his career right now and blah blah blah. As soon as he started talking you had just tuned it all out. His voice was drowned out by the voice in your head telling you to pull it together and choke down the icky feeling in your chest. The unrequited feeling. The only part of his entire response you heard loud and clear was the part you keep hearing play over and over in your head.

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

Well shit. What do you do now? Respond with a chuckle and a “haha yeah me either”? Cut him off and tell him that he’s wrong and that you’re what he should be looking for? Admit your feeling regardless? Your thoughts were cut off by him asking you the question right back. “Sorry I feel like I really went on for a while. I didn’t mean to unload all that on you. Anyway, what’s your opinion on dating stuff?”

He asked the question so simply like he had no idea why you had asked him in the first place. “Umm,” you started, “well I mean yeah I guess I can see where you’re coming from. I guess I’d feel the same way if I was in your shoes. I don’t know. I guess for me dating is just like something I’m ready for now in my life. Im kind of tired of being single honestly, but hey, you know at least I’ve got you around, right?”

Alex grinned at the end of your last sentence. “Yeah, of course! I’ll always be here as your best friend so you don’t have to feel like a loner,” he chuckled. “But hey, you know if you’re trying to look for someone I’ll be the best wingman to ever walk this earth. And if anyone starts giving you shit or mistreating you, send em to me.” He turned from you and started throwing punches at the air and you couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter. Alex was such an amazing friend to you and you started to wonder if wanting him as more than a friend was too much to ask in the first place. You were already lucky enough to have him care for you on a friendship level. The words still plagued your mind regardless.

“I’m not looking for anything right now.”

It’s been over a month since that happened and you continued to hang out with Alex like normal. You tried so hard to push your feelings for him down and appreciate the friend you had in him. The two of you had been hanging out all day and at the end of the night, he offered to drive you back home. The car ride to your place was more quiet than usual; void of loud music and laughter. It had been a long and eventful day and you were both exhausted from all you had done that day.

Alex pulled the car up to the front of your place and you reached to the floorboard of the car to grab your things and tell him goodnight before getting out. Before you could unbuckle your seatbelt, Alex’s voice broke the silence.

“Hey. I just…can I tell you something?”

“Uh yeah sure,” you responded as you placed your hands back in your lap and turned your body to better face him in the car.

He looked down from your face to his cup from the fast food restaurant you both ate at earlier as he played with the straw. “I lied. I lied to you and I’m sorry.”

You were too confused to respond as your mind raked through all of the things he could’ve possibly lied to you about.

He started up again, “I know I..well when we talked before…fuck like I didn’t mean to really say-“

“Alex spit it out. You’re making me nervous,” you said in a half speaking and half laughing voice trying to cover up the waver in your voice. Your fingers were already toying with each other as you tried to ease your nerves for whatever was to come.

“y/n I know this is gonna be awkward and I’m so sorry but I should’ve said it then and I’ve been making myself sick trying to think of a time to tell you this.” He brushed the pieces of hair back that were falling over his eyes as he finally looked back up to you. “I know I told you before that I wasn’t really looking for anything but the truth is that I’ve actually been falling for you. So hard. And before you interrupt and ask me why I said what I did, shit, I don’t know. I just..I just freaked out because I wasn’t expecting you to just ask me that out of nowhere.”

“Alex, Im sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“No please don’t apologize I should’ve just owned up to it and told you then because I really and I mean really wish I had. It’s been gnawing at me so bad that I didn’t take the opportunity to tell you. You honestly make me kinda nervous ever since I realized I wanted something more than friends with you.” His eyes dropped from yours again and went back to playing with the plastic straw.

“I make you nervous?” You could help but grin as you said it. You couldn’t believe he actually admitted to being nervous around you.

“Yeah yeah yeah go ahead and make fun of me, whatever, I knew I should’ve left that part out,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes and sat back into his seat.

“No I’m glad you told me. I think it’s cute.”

“Oh so you think I’m cute?” He sat up straighter in his chair and smirked. “So you like me?”

You rolled your eyes at his sudden comeback in confidence after all the nervous toying with his straw he was just doing moments ago. He always ate up any little compliment you’d given him and you hated to admit you loved it.

“Yeah honestly I’ve had feelings for you for a while, and if you must know, I was actually trying to confess to you back when I asked your opinions on dating but wouldn’t you know, someone cough cough shut me down before I could. Mr. I’m not looking for anything right now.” You said the last part with finger quotes as you playfully rubbed what he said into his face.

He reached up and lightly smacked your finger quotes out of the air while trying to make an obviously forced angry face. “You should’ve just said it anyway. We could’ve been going on a date today and not just hanging out as friends. And then I could’ve kissed you goodnight when I dropped you off,” he wiggled his eyebrows as he said the last sentence.

Your face already started heating up. You knew exactly how a lot of your days spent together could’ve gone if you two had already been dating by this point. You practically thought about it every time you hung out together and every time you laid your head down on your pillow at night.

This time, you were the one to break the silence. “I mean, we still could,” you said quietly in the darkness of his car. “Only if you want to I mean I know we both just now told each other how we feel but I’m okay with-“

Your rambling was cut off with his lips shutting you up. It was just a peck, but as he pulled his head away you instinctively reached up to pull him back in. It was just a series of small closed-mouth kisses, but it was more than you could’ve imagined receiving from him just 15 minutes ago.

You pulled away from the kiss but kept your face close to his as your eyes scanned his. “I can’t believe you lied to me,” you whispered through a smile in the darkness.

“I’ll make it up to you, baby, don’t worry,” he whispered back as he closed the distance between the two of you again.

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justpuppylove · 11 months

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Doll- stepdad dream smut

Stepdad!dream x afab reader smut

Kinks/warnings: Stepcest [PLEASE DONT FUCK YOUR STEP-SIBLINGS OR PARENTS. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS.], daddy kink, use of little one and other names, praising, thigh fucking, slight breeding.

A/N: im gonna step away from the Wilbur smut for a sec but I’ll make sure to make my way through those requests soon :3

Your mom introduced your stepdad dream a few months ago and he seemed like a decent enough guy. You were against your mom dating again after your father passed away but you eventually came around to the idea of dream staying with you guys. This isn’t to say you see him as a father figure, he treats you like his child in some ways but there’s just always been something off about you guys having a “father-child relationship”. He’s always been pretty touchy with you and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. At first it was playful touching, nothing coherently sexual about it, but then it progressed into you sitting on his lap and him running his hand up your thigh. Of course your mom never knew of any of this and you hoped she never would, you felt so guilty every time it happened but for some reason that made you even more turned on.

You walked into your bedroom and shut the door. You ran to your bed and flopped down; utterly exhausted. Exams were getting the best of you but you finally had some time to rest. Then you heard a knock on your door.

“Doll, do you want to watch a movie with me? Your mom is gone for the weekend and I’m bored.” Dream said, dragging out the D in bored. You were so tired but how could you say no to dream?

“Sure I’ll be down in a minute, pick out a movie for us.” You said reluctantly dragging your body off of your bed. You hear him turn away and start walking back downstairs as you head over to your closet. You get out a oversized shirt that dream had gave you as a hand-me-down and you change into it. You wanted to be comfortable so you took off your bra and didn’t put any shorts on so you were just in his shirt and your underwear. When you were done you made your way downstairs to dream cooking popcorn in the kitchen. You walk into the kitchen to grab a few snacks and go to sit them onto the living room table. You hear the microwave ding and you walk back into the kitchen to see dream putting the popcorn into a big bowl. You squeeze past dream, grinding against him as you do so, to look for the salt. You hear him let out a groan before walking up behind you, pressing your stomach up to the counter top as you feel his hard dick against your ass. You let out a whimper as he reaches up into the cupboard to grab the salt out.

“Is this what you were looking for darling~?” He asked you, putting the salt infront of your face but keep your bodies in the same position. All you could let out is a little ‘mhm’ as he backs away, walking into the living room. He presses play as you follow him onto the couch as you see him pat his lap, signaling for you to sit on it. You feel your face grow red as you press yourself onto his lap, his dick pressing onto your pussy as you let out a small moan. “What’s wrong baby?” Dream says as he feels his way up your thigh. You respond to him by pressing yourself harder onto his dick, “Is this the problem little one?” He says pressing has fingers onto your clothed pussy. “Awe, you’re soaking wet. Do you need daddy to take care of you?” He asks. You nod, “I need your words sweetheart”. “Yes daddy, please take care of me.” You say highly embarrassed. He giggles into your ear as he begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear, your hand shoots to his and you try to press yourself onto his hand. He slides your underwear down before sliding off his own. His hard dick shoots up as he makes you wrap your thighs around his dick. He starts thigh fucking you while both hands are squeezing your thighs. You hold onto his wrists while he kisses the back of your neck. Your pretty moans and his groans fill the room. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve needed this doll. Ive needed to use your pretty little body so bad.” He says before fucking your thighs faster. His precum and your wetness covering your thighs as his dick slides between your folds and hits your clit in just the right way. “Ah~ gonna cum daddy” you moan, squeezing his wrists. “Cum for me, you’re doing so good” he says as he removes one of his hands from your thigh to circle your clit instead.

He cums all over your thighs as you cum onto his dick. He picks your body up and turns you around to face him. He kisses you as he slides his dick inside of you, making your yelp. “Shh~ its okay, I have you. Daddy has you.” He says as he pulls you closer, slowly pushing his dick in until he bottoms out. He begins fucking into you, making you bounce on him. He lifts your shirt up and watches your tits bounce as you move up and down on him. He smirks at how embarrassed you got at this. “Is my little baby embarrassed? You’re so adorable.” He said before grabbing one of your hands, holding it as he fucks into you harder. Your moans get louder and louder as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. “Just like that, cum for me baby.” He says before playing with one of your tits. “I’m going to cum inside of you okay? Can you handle that doll?” He asks. He let out a few yes’s before cumming on his dick for the second time. He slams into you a few more times before spilling his seed into your pussy.

He pulls you off of his dick and gets a paper towel to clean you both up with. He puts his clothes back on before sliding your underwear back onto you. He lays on the couch and pulls you in. The credits of the movie roll as you fall asleep.

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