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auroradamned · 1 year

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All his Love | Quackity x fem!Reader

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Summary: you’ve had a ridiculous and tiring day; you feel you could sob. Luckily your boyfriend, Quackity, is there to solve all your problems.

Warnings: fluff, one teensy swear, established relationship, use of Quackitys real name, reader described as woman although no pronouns are mentioned, nicknames (baby, bub), so sweet it’ll give you a toothache, mentions of reader feeling anxious, although nothing in depth, kissing :3 lemme know if I missed anything.

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A plastic carrier bag hung loosely in your hand as you slowly ascended the staircase towards your boyfriend's apartment, yawning noisily in the process. Your body ached and your mind felt slow, blurry and out of sorts.

It had been a long day, where everything seemed to go wrong.

For starters, you had slept through your alarm, not only making you incredibly late for work, but meaning you forgot to grab your pre-packed lunch from the fridge on your way out, arriving at work, your boss was suitably mad at you for being late, and threatened to fire you if it happened again. After having a short cry in the bathroom, you made your way towards your desk, not before tripping, rolling on your ankle, making you clamp down hard on your lip, so as not to make a fuss, sitting on the uncomfortable seat, breathing deeply through your nose. Continuing down this route of insanity and seeming lack of ability on how to be an adult, you spilled freshly made, scalding coffee all down your brand-new white blouse you had decided to treat yourself with. You knew getting this normally pricey blouse at 50% off was too good to be true, it was silk, and difficult to clean. Head held high, not looking at any of your colleagues, you set yourself on a mission to find something dry to wear, pushing away the embarrassment you felt. All in all, it had been a truly horrific day.

So now here you stood, starving, humiliated, donning an oversized green t-shirt with the words ‘Kiss me, I’m Irish’ in emboldened, white letters, the only thing you could find in the lost and found that you felt could cover you up sufficiently, blouse bundled up in the bag, searching through your messy handbag for the keys to the cosy apartment you knew waited for you behind the door, the man you loved waiting right alongside it.

‘Aha!’ you exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly, brandishing the set of shining keys in front of your face, eyeing them greedily as though they were the greatest things in the world, which to be fair, right now, that's exactly what they were.

Unlocking the door, you are greeted with warmth, the heavenly smell of something cooking, and the sound of Alex humming to himself in the kitchen.

Setting down your things, and removing your shoes, you padded through to the kitchen, standing at the entrance, socked feet not alerting your boyfriend of your presence, as he continued to hum as he stirred something in a large pot enthusiastically, bobbing along to the tune in his head.

Crossing the threshold, you made your way over to him quietly, before resting your chin on his soft shoulder. He let out an ear-piercing yelp, jumping back from, and dropping the wooden spoon he was holding.

‘Jesus Christ, baby!’ he cried, holding a hand over his heart, looking at you with loving annoyance.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry’ you said, putting your hands out towards him, giggling at his exasperated expression. ‘I thought you heard me’ you lied, smiling innocently at him, as he took your smooth hands into his bigger ones, running his thumbs over the backs of your palms.

‘Don’t laugh at me’ he said trying to sound firm, although he was smiling down at you brilliantly, pretty teeth all on show ‘You could’ve killed me’.

Sighing, you wrapped your tired arms around his slender waist, pushing your chin into his chest. ‘I would never kill you baby,’ you said, grinning at him. ‘I mean, who would cook for me?’ you asked, turning to ogle the pot of cheesy looking pasta, feeling your mouth begin to water.

Alex wriggled himself out of your grip, bending down to pick up the forgotten spoon.

‘You are a cruel, cruel woman’ he replied waving the spoon at you, a hand placed sassily on his hip.

You laughed as he spun swiftly towards the sink to rinse off the spoon, feeling better than you had all day.

‘And cruel women get none of my delicious food,’ he added smugly, not looking in your direction as he moved back towards the pot.

You gasped loudly, feigning hurt. ‘You don’t mean that, Alex, not really’ you exclaimed, loudly, wavering your voice slightly, giving the impression you might cry.

He turned to you, lips pulled into a pleasing little smile, as he gazed at you. His dark eyes wandered down your frame slowly before snapping back up to look at your face.

‘What the fuck are you wearing?’ he questioned, looking as though he might laugh in your face.

‘What, you don’t like it?’ you replied, giving him a twirl, arms out childishly, chuckling at yourself, then stopping to face him again, hands firmly on your hips, as you pushed your lips out in a kissy-like face, blinking rapidly.

He stepped towards you and put his toasty hands on your cheeks.

‘Can’t say I’m gonna ignore what you're asking’ he said, a teasing tone to his voice, leaning down and placing a lovely kiss to your mouth.

Your hands went to his silky hair, pulling him further down to you, as you pushed yourself into him, not feeling close enough.

All the anxieties and anger of the day dispersed as he kissed you, pulling you closer by your hip, squeezing fondly at the doughy flesh.

Pulling apart for air, you looked at him giddily, cheeks warmed, and eyes bright, as he placed a tender kiss to your nose, before pushing his forehead to yours.

‘Good day?’ he asked, not pulling away

‘Not the best.’ you replied, shaking your head from side to side against his, sighing a little.

He looked at you patiently, not interrupting, waiting for you to tell him.

You did, letting all the struggles from today spill from your lips, feeling slightly silly. If he thought you were being silly, he didn't show it, listening to you intently, only turning away every so often to check on the food.

Exhaling as you finished your story, Alex pulled you to his side by your waist, placing a chaste kiss to your temple, then turning off the stove.

‘I’m sorry your day was bad, bub’ he remarked after a few seconds of silence, as he began heaping two plates with pasta, the aromatic scent of cheese and garlic surrounded you.

You shrugged your shoulders vaguely, caring a substantial amount less now the prospect of food distracted you.

‘But I know what’ll make you feel better’ he continued in a sing-songy voice, dancing towards the living room, you trailing behind him, dragging your feet, desperate to eat something.

He sat down on the carpeted floor which looked freshly hoovered, his back against the plush couch and patted the spot on the floor next to him.

You flopped down, and he handed you a steaming bowl. Thanking him quickly you dove in, barely looking up from the plate, exhaling in delight, closing your eyes to savour the taste, wiggling your feet in utter bliss.

You heard a soft laugh from beside you, glancing to Alex you narrowed your eyes ever so slightly.

‘What?’ you asked, mouth still full, so it came out a little garbled, hoping you weren't being laughed at in the midst of your enjoyment.

‘Nothing’ he replied, still looking at you, his pasta remained untouched. ‘I’m just glad you seem to be feeling better.’ he murmured, looking away, and digging into his own dish.

You smiled at him, swallowing your mouthful. ‘How could I not? This is in-cred-i-ble’ you said, putting emphasis on every syllable.

He beamed at you so hard his eyes crinkled beautifully, leaning forward and placing a cheesy smooch to the corner of your mouth, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

You smiled again, your heart and your stomach now thoroughly full and warmed.

A/N: hello, hello, lovely people, this is my first ever story I’ve published on here, eeekkkk, just a quick lil’ one, cos I’m nervous. Hope you enjoyed, much love, mwah.

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#quackity x reader #quackity x fem!reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt #mcyt fanfic #quackity #quackity fanfic

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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.

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kayschariot · 1 month

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Dreams pt . 2

SMUT WARNING

(Quackity x Reader)

It had been a few days since I talked with Alex. I didn’t really care but as for Alex he had been stressing over what he had said. Alex wasn’t able to talk to Y/N as the embarrassment would have killed him. No matter how many times Y/N would reach out she’d be left on read.

You decided it would be a good idea to go over to his house, his mom had been visiting. You took a quick drive over and found yourself knocking at the door.

“Hello? Oh! Y/N! Hi hun.” His mom spoke in a soft tone answering the door. “Hi there, could I come in?” I asked and she nodded “Why’re you here?”

“Oh i need to talk to Alex” I explained and she nodded me off. I went upstairs to his room and knocked. “Yeah?” He spoke and I smirked walking in.

he was laying down in his bed with the lights off. “Alex?” I asked shutting the door. His head whipped around and he quickly looked away hiding under the blanket. His breath quickened. “I can still see you dumbass,” I chuckled.

“I’m sorry.” he sighed. “For what?”

“For having that..that dream.” He said and i laughed sitting down on his bed, next to him. “You can’t help that .” I chuckled.

“I-I know,” He took the blanket off over him, he looked tired. “Is this a normal thing?” I asked and he nodded. “I really don’t know how to approach this” I giggled and his face was red of embarrassment.

the only light was his TV, sitting on. “Well..You know I wouldn’t mind if we di—“

“Please.”

He cut me off. “Have sex with you?” I asked,he nodded eagerly. “You sure?” I spoke “Yes yes..i’m very sure please” He spoke and I nodded.

I got up and shut the door, locking it. Alex got up and stood there. “So..I have your consent to..like..kiss you and stuff right” He asked and i nodded.

(fucking dumbass)

“O..okay..” He spoke taking a few steps toward me and placing his hands on my waist as he kissed me.

this moment was fucking euphoric for me and him. He softly pressed me against the wall, biting my bottom lip letting his tongue in. His hand found its way to my shirt as he pulled it up and off of me. He immediately went back to making out with me, His hands eagerly fiddling with the button of my jeans.

He slipped those off leaving me in a bra and panties. He slipped his shirt off and i just stared as he fiddled with the belt of his pants taking them off. He looked attractive as fuck. “You..You still sure?” He checked in. “Yes Alex.” I spoke and he went back to kissing me. He slowly pushed me back on the bed his knee going in between my legs making me moan softly.

He stopped for a moment. “That was so pretty,” He mumbled to himself and looked at my body for a moment. His hand went to the back of my bra un clipping it. I could then feel and see his hard. “Jesus christ your so fucking hot..” He mumbled and I got more and more nervous.

He slipped off my panties and looked at how wet I was. “So wet for me..?” He asked taking off his boxers.

my face was slightly red and i just looked at him. “shit i need a condom..” He spoke, “I-I’m on the pill.” I mumbled.

“I love you so fucking much..” He smiled and i smiled back. He positioned himself and slid in between my folds. A moan left my lips. “A-Alex!” I whimpered.

“You okay baby?” He said in a reassurance type tone. he started moving his hips slowly. I was moaning softly under him as he kissed me to try and shut me up.

He started going faster, pain turned into pleasure and I was getting closer and closer. The room filled with moans and ‘Wet noise.’

“You like that?” He asked as I nodded eagerly. “I-I’m g..gunna..Ohmygod..” I managed to whimper out..

“Cum for me” He spoken leaning down thrusting in and out of me. I squirmed and squeezed my eyes shut. “Look at me while I fuck you.” He spoke, And I did. I looked at him as I reached my climax. “A-ALEX! Fuck! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod..” I whimpered and moaned out biting his neck.

We both ‘finished’ and he pulled out. He got me cleaned up and we ran a bath. We came back to the room and got dressed and cuddled.

we were interrupted by a knock on the door, “Come in!” Alex said, His mom stood at the doorway. “How was your chat?” His mom asked us and we both went red, “Wh-What chat? We have just been watching movies,” Alex spoke nervousness taking over his body.

“mhm.” His mom walked out shutting the door. I laid back on his chest and giggled. “Be more fucking quiet next time please.” He asked “Next time? You plan to have sex with me again?” I giggled “Yes..yes I do.” He chuckled back.

“Damn take me on a date first.”

IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD, someone requested a part two with smut and dawg-I’m bad with smut so i’m sorry if you wanted more then this but..sorry

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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eclipsedzs · 1 year

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dancing w quackity at a party??

maybe like the song reloj by rauw alejandro

idk like a spanish song

ITS FINE IF U DONT WANT TO😭

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ VOLUME QUACKITY

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): Quackity x Fem!Reader

Summary: Experience a night of drinks and dancing

Disclaimer(s): Cursing, Short i’m sorry D:

(Don’t be Sorry! I love writing for you guys even if i’m a bit slow of getting ‘em out!)

♫ ― ♫

THE MUSIC FILLED THE Air of the dimly lit bar, the sound of footsteps and talking barely registered in the young couples mind, there hands on each other as the stared into each-other’s eyes.

Real hasta la muerte, ¿oí'te, bebé? Convertimo' el hotel en un putero

There moments were lithe and graceful, gliding across the small party voted dance floor. Your eyes tracked the dark brown ones infront of you, counting the small beauty marks that littered his face.

His long dark hair- like always- was covered with a clean washed cap that seemed to match his suit.

Veinticuatro hora' no dan pa' lo que quiero. Baby, si tú fuera' la muerte, yo me muero, oh, oh. La noche grita sexo, oh, oh, oh

You danced, movements fluid and effortless. His undulating to the rhythm as her hands danced from his shoulders to his neck, playing with the king and soft dark hair.

His eyes scrunched up as a smile rose on his face, a rose blush coating his beautiful skin as he moved along with her.

His hands at her hips as he guided her along, feeling the movements of her own body as he danced with the same quiet intensity. His body moving perfectly with you.

Your hands glided with each strand of hair, moving your hips along.

You moved together as one, body’s moving as if they were floating. Though- as much as you could hope. You couldn’t stay serious.

Your heart bubbles as you let out a laugh- leaning your head onto the man’s shoulder while sucking in a breath.

Si el reloj nos diera más tiempo. Baby, e' que tú ere' mía, lo que te haría, eh-eh. Si el reloj nos diera más tiempo (Brr)

Quackity laughed with you, his body heaving as he tried to keep his own knees from collapsing. You both knew it was a struggle to keep serious, but you both loved it that way.

Quackity smiled as he began to lead you from he dance floor, taking you to the slightly crowded bar.

He watched your movements as you talked to a freind. His soft eyes gazing at your face, taking in every small mark- ranging from scars to slight pimples or blemishes.

He loved it, he loved the way you for everything you had to offer. He could only hope he could offer the same amount of love as you deserve.

The music had calmed, a more quiet song quickly overcoming the atmosphere. As they dipped there drinks and chatted with friends, the dark haired male couldn’t help but cherish the love of his life.

He knew the girl he was sitting across from was someone he wanted to spin his life with. They always say don’t rush love, he would wait till the earth ended if he had to.

Your heart swelled when your eyes met the dark ones of your boyfriend. The love that swirled in them as the light shined to them made your body shiver with the overwhelming happiness.

And as the night went on you danced and danced, song after song. Feeling like you to were the only people in the world, nothing else mattered as the world muted around you.

#quackity #quackity imagine #dsmp #qsmp #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #mcyt #imagine #fem!reader

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stonermujer · 4 months

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Oral with Alex

-Contains: Female oral receiving, slightly dom female, subby Alex, use of quackitys real name, making out, dubcon, fingering, slighty proof read, titties

-Paring: Alex x fem!reader

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Hands were wrapped in hair and your kisses were wet and sloppy. Heavy breathing and half lidded eyes.

You two had been making out for god knows how long. Sitting on his lap and forcing your tongue in his mouth. You could feel Alex throb underneath you.

He had enough, picking you up bridal style and setting you infront of the bed.

“Tell me what you want my love.”

To say he was whipped would be an understatement.

A grin spread across your face as you thought long and hard about it.

“Want you to taste me.”

You whispered. He got on his knees obediently looking up at you through his lashes with the most endearing look on his face. Your hand found the back of his hair gently pushing his mouth into your clothed cunt, making him whine. He kissed your clit as his hands ran underneath your shirt squeezing your breasts.

“So pretty.”

He muttered against your pussy before pulling your shirt off and kissing your abdomen. He was twitching in his pants, only set on how sweet you would taste.

His fingers hooked the band of your shorts tugging them off and awing at your panties. His tongue licking a perfect line up your pantied cunt releasing a whine from your throat. His hands found purchase on your thighs as he teased you, kissing your clit, your stomach and anything else he could reach.

He slid your panties off and ran his tongue up your cunt tasting how sweet you were. Sweet moans left your mouth as he flicked his tongue over your clit occasionally sucking on it. You could feel your stomach tighten in need for your release.

One of Alex’s palms pushed you onto the bed gently. You laid there legs spread with his tongue still going at your clit. He added a thick, long digit to your entrance, curling his finger and making you arch your back and moan when he hit your sweet spot. Your orgasm was rapidly approaching at this rate and your legs threatened to shut.

“I’m gonna cum.”

You’d warn, and his finger and tongue would speed up as the grip on his hair tightened. The stimulation was to much as you felt the coil snap, cumming on his face. he kept going through your orgasm feeling you tighten around him. He pulled his finger out and tasted your juices smiling.

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ale-nose · 24 days

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hiii plss i need a sapnap x streamer reader, where reader’s channel is more to family friendly (basically the opposite of sapnap) and maybe he sometimes crack some dirty jokes whenever theyre streaming tgt and reader’s like NOOO or maybe he always tries to make her curse lolll ive had this scenario in my head for tooo long now. would appreciate it if u write this thxxx

just ignore this if u think this is stupid 💀

hiii tysm for the request💕.

addicted?

Sapnap x reader

I feel like it would go like this:

You and sapnap would be filming a new minecraft video for his channel. And sapnap starts spawning like skeletons, zombies, and creepers next to you trying to scare or make you curse but that doesn’t work yk? he would do anything to get you mad.

He would fr make obvious sex jokes in a stream or vlog your doing. (like that whole “say addicted after everything i say” trend)

sapnap: “say addicted after everything thing i say”

y/n: “okay”

sapnap: “what do you call a man that drinks?”

y/n : “addicted”

sapnap: “What do you call a man that does drugs?”

y/n: “addicted”

sapnap: “What do you call a man that is on his phone all the time?”

y/n: “addicted”

sapnap: “what slap you on your face last night?”

y/n: “addicted”

y/n: “WAITTT BRO”

sapnap would just laugh like crazy and be like “ baby my name is not bro”

y/n: “ nah that’s crazy i’m cutting that out of my video”

(if you didn’t understand the joke or wtv it means a dick did yk cause addicted sounds the same).

#sapnap smut #sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #sapnap x you #sapnap x #quackity x fem!reader cute #daddy sapnap

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florvaine · 2 months

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Mercy, my Dearest. | Q!Quackity

q!quackity/d!quackity x fem!reader

genre: angst-ish, general.

warnings: blood, gore, implied murder/suicide, implied torture, many names for (y/n).

notes: this is a chapter from a qsmp x fem!oc thing i was going to post on AO3, but i wasn’t 100% sure on if i was gonna finish the whole story and decided not to post it. of course, if enough people ask i can cross-post to AO3, or keep posting here! just thought id post it rather than letting it just rot away lol ❤️

Quackity had been having reoccurring lucid dreams. Or nightmares.

It typically begins in an entirely different world. One where he's stood beside a man on a podium, the two of them in black suits and ties. Every time Quackity glanced up to try to distinguish who he was, the man's face held no features. Just a blank expanse of skin fitted over a skull. Even with the censorship to his face, the man's curling ram horns were the most recognisable thing about him. The man stood with such confidence, such suave that Quackity was sure he'd fall for whatever he was preaching if he could hear him.

Once he gathered himself, Quackity would look into the crowd of people below them. He'd make eye contact with people who furrowed brows and held burning pools of hatred in their eyes as they looked up at him and the man. They're lined in wonky rows of deepslate chairs, cushioned by black velvet seats, some of them didn't sit, opting to stand for whatever reason they had.

When the man beside him is speaking, saying words muddled to make phrases, the crowd's face contort into looks of despair and disbelief. Quackity could never hear the words clearly, a few minor ones coming out in echoes like he was in a cavern or void, but other than that the only noise made was mumbles from the other people and the man behind the microphone - and his voice, of course.

It doesn't matter what he does to try to wake up - pinch himself, drown himself, scream, exit the stage, jump off headfirst, push the man off in the middle of his speech, slamming his own or someone else's head into the stone floor, using the (blunt) stone sword in his inventory to carve his heart out - no matter what, he'd always end up here.

It would always come back to this.

"You lost yourself again," The girl reshuffles the cards, bringing him back into whatever reality he was currently in, "What's wrong?"

They're in a room: polished, spruce plank floors, an elegant chandelier hanging from nothing above the poker table they were sitting at, and stone brick walls that towered higher than his eyes could see. The scarlett velour cover of the dark oak table contrasts the slight darkness luring in the corners of the room. Two dark oak chairs with dark red cushions sat opposite one another at the heads of the betting table. There was a crystal glass beside him with a sphere of ice in it, whisky poured a fingernail away from the rim, and a wine glass that was half-full with some kind of concoction that changed every time he returned here. This time it seemed as if she had red wine, though it looked a little too viscous and left an orange tint on the rim when she'd placed it back down. Last time she had what seemed to be liquid gold, swirling the shimmering liquid as if to lure him in.

The woman has never disclosed her real name, saying she went by many in her life. Bia, Asteria, Nemesis, Medusa and Andarta and others. She had (s/c) skin that glittered silver in the candlelight from the chandelier, and the tips of her fingers looked as if they had been dipped in soot, yet almost seemed transparent. She wore the skull of a Nightmare Stalker, a horrifying creature that followed its targets at night under cover of invisibility with two white, glowing dots for eyes. Her (h/c) hair has a thick strand of pure white, root to tip, at the front of her head. She always has it pulled back into a half-up, half-down style, a loose strand or two dangling in front of the skull. The deep eye sockets from the skull hide hers' in a cast of shadow, every time Quackity has to look into them he is unnerved by the void where her eyes should be seen, pinpricks pass along his nerves and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

She's always in the same clothing, a dark navy sequin dress with a slit that runs up her left thigh and silver, polished heels with light beige undersides. Silver jewellery decorated her wrists as bangles, on her neck pearls hung from dainty chains like rain droplets on her collarbones. A band of gold the width of his thumbnail wrapped around her upper arm like a snake. Hoops and gems dangled from her ears in a delicate dance of wealth. She wore two rings on her ring fingers: on her left was a silver band with a considerably big emerald tucked into it, and on her right hand a golden ring with a diamond the same size.

Every time she has the full deck of cards in front of her and never dished them out to play. She'd sit there and mix and fiddle with the flimsy sheets of card, tapping them with long, sharp, sparkly champagne-coloured nails.

She flickered through them again, his eyes immediately redirecting to look at the cardistry she executed.

"Nothing's wrong," He replies, his voice uneven. He can tell his words didn't convince her. At least they created some kind of comfort for himself.

The woman slides the cards facing upwards into a slightly curved semicircle in front of her, "I'm not stupid. You're thinking about something or someone?" The cards flip over methodically so the backs are facing up again as she moves her hand underneath them.

Quackity swallows the lump forming in his throat - the one she'd slit before. As much as the woman claims to be on his side, to want to help him, he cannot bring his mind to trust her. His heart says differently. He knows it does from the way it calms whenever he notices he's sat opposite her. It's a sense of familiarity, like seeing an old friend that moved away decades ago and reconnecting: at the same time it panics the man.

Because this was not someone he knew. Quackity knows little to nothing about this woman. Not her name, not where she came from, not how she keeps appearing and having full conversations with him in his dreams. He has never seen this woman a day in his life.

Whoever 'Bia' or 'Andarta' or 'Phoebe' was, was unknown. She was not someone he recognised. She was not something he should recognise.

His hands furl and unfurl underneath the table, "I'm just confused. Who are you, like, actually?"

"I believe you're asking the wrong questions, Alexis."

Quackity almost flinches at the name. His lips parted slightly as he drew in a breath of air so cold he feared it would freeze his lungs. The feeling of disturbance and disbelief filters through him from his brain, his hands clenching so hard that red crescents appear on his calloused palms. Everything seems to move, the room spins and the chandelier sways in a way that the black-haired man feared would send it crashing down on the table.

His heart acts as a fastening beat, blood circling his ears like a sickening backing track, "How…"

It panicked him when she knew his alias, the one that hovered over his head like a half-transparent halo. How did she know his actual name, the one he kept so close to his chest, in a chest under lock and key? He hadn't told anyone his real name, yet the woman opposite him seemed to know every little detail about him, from the bold headline to the fine print at the bottom. It was as if she had built him herself. Knew everything about him from his biggest, truest fear to his favourite plant.

The woman smiles underneath the shadow of the skull. The chains - decorated in silver charms and tumbled gems - that ran from the ends of the horns from the skull to the inside of the eye sockets clinked during the movement of her tilting her head upwards. She collects the cards in a pile in front of her all facing the same way. Downwards.

"Who are you?" He presses with more demand, hands pressed into the table, "Surely I'd remember you if you were…"

She stops all movement and Quackity feels as if he's said something wrong. The air chills and the tension grows, much like the tension in her shoulders as she reers her head back slightly. The vignette that crowded in the corners of the rooms seemed to darken and close in on the table, making the room seem smaller.

'Bia' takes a breath of cold in, her voice even as she speaks, "If I was important?"

"I wasn't the one who said it." The man shrugged and lowered his gaze to the fabric of the table, not daring to look at her after such a belittling comment.

And when he falls short of being able to scan her face for prominent emotions, he hides the chill that locked his hands into tight fists.

"I thought you would've changed, this new version of yourself you're so proud of," She places the cards into a pile before her, "But I think I was wrong."

Quackity's face sours and he goes to speak, but is cut off when she swiftly stands from her seat, sending it flying backwards to scrape against the floor. Her nails scrape against the wood of the table as she rounds it, stepping closer and closer with her heels clicking in a rhythm that he recognised.

His heart stuns as he catches sight of two glowing dots in the middle of her shadowed eye sockets, trained on him like a pair of trained snipers. His heart began beating faster than before, yet he felt as if his blood had run so cold it froze over. He didn't want to die again. Not to her. Not after the last time she dragged it on for so long.

"No, no, no. No, please, there has to be another way!" Quackity trips over himself clambering off the chair, his hands clammy as he presses himself into the corner of the room, "Please!"

She doesn't respond, the two dots stare back at him. He catches his reflection in her freshly polished netherite blade, the handle obsidian and trimmed with amethyst.

The man can only pray she makes it quick this time.

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lonely-lost-soul · 2 years

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Hi!!! I've been Reading your stuff literally all morning!! I was hoping that I could request something?

Ok ok hear me out...

Quackity x Axolotl Hybrid Reader...

So like perhaps y'know a lil pirate au, Quackity and the rest of his crew, schlatt, etc, land and decide to rest at a nearby tavern, a bunch of other ships and crews are staying there, so while schlatt and his crew are chilling in the bar and starting fights with dreams, and technos crew, bossman is walking along the beach and he meets y/n?? Idk if any of that makes sense

I just like the thought of a pink axolotl hybrid:)

ANYWAYS TYSM FOR DOING WHAT YOU DO<333

Quackity x Axolotl Hybrid Reader

First Story, back we're churning it all out! I hope you enjoy this little one-shot <3

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Quackity loved the open sea, he has ever since he was a boy. He remembers his mama coming up to his room to sit beside him. She would sit at the window sill telling him stories about the open sea and the fantastical creatures that lurked under the water. He believed her fully and would always ask her to describe these creatures of legend to him. She would laugh speaking softly to him in Spanish saying they were enchantingly beautiful creatures, and that Quackity’s father was the only one who’s ever allegedly seen these mythological beings in real life. She told tales about them and it was easy to fall in love with them. Apparently, many of these creatures fell hard and fast and it was even harder for a human not to be taken beneath the waves, lost forever to the deep ocean. Quackity wasn’t so sure he believed all that, after all, if no one ever saw one how would they know they’d be lost forever? Even so, he still stayed up all night waiting for his father to return from his job working for the royal navy, but he never did. His ship was lost at sea never to be heard from again.

“Oi, Quackity get your head out of your ass. We’re here.”

Quackity snapped out of his daydream standing up straight as their ship lurched to anchor at the port. The smell of salt and algae permeated the pier as the crew began to dismount their vessel, The Big Man. The ship was owned and run by Captain Schlatt, one of the most well-known pirates on the open sea. The man had taken a young and impressionable Quackity under his wing and made him his first mate after four months of staying in his home village. Quackity hadn’t been back home in a while, five years give or take, he hoped his mother was fairing well and was using the money he would send her from their excursions. She had never been the same since his father never returned that fateful night all those years ago. Quackity stood straighter the scar on the side of his face itching in aggravation due to the salty air, Tubbo, Quackity’s young apprentice stood behind him eagerly.

“You ready to go bossman?” His smile stretched across his face, Quackity wasn’t sure if the kid was expecting this venture to turn into a raid or if he was just that enthusiastic to be on land once again.

“As I’ll ever be,” Quackity grinned adjusting his hat, “Schlatt already headed to the tavern?”

“If you think anyone could come in between him and getting his alcohol you’d be mistaken.” Tubbo scoffed, muttering in clear disdain, “He’s already there, plus he heard rumors that an old ‘friend’ of his was also frequenting the bar.”

“He has many quote-on-quote friends amigo, you’re gonna need to be more specific.” Quackity snorted as he walked down the ramp of the ship, his long blue jacket fluttering in the briny air, Tubbo following close behind him.

“Wilbur and his crew.”

“Mierda…” He groaned as Tubbo opened up the tavern doors, it was already loud inside as Quackity entered, he noticed Tubbo’s face lit up seeing Tommy and Ranboo. All three were close when they were young, all grown up on the streets together they had to learn to look after one another. But took different routes escaping the royal guard and ending up on different ships. Tommy went off with Wilbur and Ranboo went with Wilbur's twin brother Technoblade, which meant the Blood God was somewhere around here too. He scratched at his scar that was generously granted by said man, so far he didn’t see any sign of him, hopefully, he was fucking one of the barmaids somewhere to occupy his time and wrath. “Tubbo,” Quackity began and the boy looked at him with big doe eyes, “go on and say hi to your old mates. No drinking through, I’m gonna need you on your toes for when Schlatt inevitably crashes.”

“Yes sir,” Tubbo beamed quickly running over to the other boys and throwing his arms around them excitedly. Quackity’s lip twitched seeing how innocent and excited all the boys were to see one another, he wondered if he’d ever get that feeling back for himself. Most likely not, seeing as Schlatt was already pulling a barmaid into his lap while Wilbur was chuckling by his side. Quackity rubbed between his eyes already knowing they were most certainly staying here a few more days at least. So long as Schlatt had a warm drink and either a dick to suck or a pussy to fuck they’d be here for a good long while.

“Well, Well, Well if it isn’t the Little Duck.” Quackity tensed pivoting to face Technoblade and his father Phil. Phil had a pleased grin on his face, and Techno was smirking cockily with a brunette woman at his side. One of his favorites from the territory, Quackity got a bad feeling it’s not often all the pirate captains came together under one roof. All that seemed to be missing was Dream and his crew, but give it some time he was sure that green bastard would show up one way or another. “How’s the scar fairing you?”

“Fine.” He grunted locking his jaw, “Sometimes I lose peripheral vision in my eye but you know that’ll happen when you take a cutlass to the face.” Technoblade had the gall to laugh like him being disfigured was the most amusing thing in the world.

“You’re lucky that’s all I did, considering you tried to publicly execute me.” Technoblade scoffed raising a slit eyebrow, he took a step closer to Quackity towering over him, Quackity stepped back trying to keep his chest puffed feining confidence. The girl who was by Techno’s side leaned closer to Phil looking nervous and Phil gently stroked her hair.

“You blew up our ship!” He argued, sweating watching as Technoblade moved into his periphery, he was now unable to see him due to his blind eye. He choked feeling cold metal a hand wrapped tight around his neck, he let out a wheeze as the air was ripped from his lungs.

“I let you escape with your life. Remember that Little Duck.” He whispered into Quackity’s ear sending a chill of ice down his spine, his airways eased as Technoblade let go of his neck. He let in a big gulp of air and began to pant, “run back to your Captain. It seems he may need your help sooner rather than later.” Technoblade stepped away motioning for Phil to follow, the older man only eyed Quackity wearily before following his son, dragging the maiden with him. Quackity’s hand shakily touched his neck which was sure to bruise before looking back at all the patrons in the bar, they all seemed to be distracted enough. He needed to leave, everything felt hot and his one good eye was stinging he wouldn’t be caught dead showing any signs of weakness especially not towards Technoblade. The sounds of the chattering of the bar overwhelmed him completely and his body was buzzing unpleasantly. He walked to the back of the room near the exit and slipped out of it hopefully unnoticed.

“Bastard,” Quackity grumbled under his breath, as the cold air began to cool off his feverish skin “maldito cerdo…” He knew where he needed to go.

Whenever he would feel overwhelmed or stressed as a child his mom would always walk him by the ocean, feeling the sand beneath his toes and the fresh ocean air always helped clear his mind. So that’s where Quackity headed, the sun was setting, reflecting off the ocean creating a beautiful orange and purple glow over the coast. He slipped off his leather boots leaving them by the pier, the soft feather in his black hair tickled his cheek as he removed his hat so he didn’t lose it in case he went for a swim. The wind fluttered through his hair and made his jacket flutter around his body as he began his trek across the beach. He made it about a mile and a half down the beach when he noticed a figure standing out on a rocky outcropping. Waves crashed against the rocks severely, spraying foam everywhere and there was no doubt that the algae would make it slippery, as he drew closer he realized the figure on the outcropping was a young woman around his age. He wasn’t close enough to make out any distinctive features, however, he did watch her slip, stumbling over herself almost crashing into the waves below. It made Quackity’s heart skip a beat, his legs moved on their own as he came up quickly onto the rocks and the woman to try to warn her. She let out a squeak as he watched her bend over to pick something off of the rock her legs slipping out from under her as Quackity reached out and grasped her by the waist. She reached out and clung to his shoulders as he steadied the both of them, as they locked eyes Quackity felt all the saliva in his mouth dry up instantly.

“Las historias son verdaderas…” The girl began to chitter nervous wiggling in his hold, “Hey, hey! It’s okay I’m not gonna hurt you.” He expressed hoping she could understand him, she seemed to eye him hesitantly before giving a nod. Now that she knew he wouldn’t hurt her he was able to fully take in her features, she looked mostly human except instead of ears she had fins growing out the side of her head, they were a soft baby pink. They looked different from normal fins, now that he really examined they weren’t really fins at all they were rounded and more feathery, unlike anything he’d ever seen. As he pulled away he continued to gaze at the fish lady, he noticed she had a pink shine to her skin if she moved a certain way against the light. Her hands were webbed, as were her feet, and a long tail fin came from behind her and was wrapped around her legs seemingly protectively. Other than those features she appeared to be a normal human, with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes and a cute nose and lips. “Do you speak English?”

“Yes…” She spoke softly still seeming wary of him,

“I’m Quackity and you?” You told him your name and his body shivered as he tested it out on his own lips. “It’s nice to meet you hermosa,” He purred bowing gracefully with a wink. He watched your brow furrow cutely you let out a frustrated chirp,

“I don’t know what that means.” A pout settled across your lips and Quackity just wanted to pinch your cheeks,

“It means beautiful.” He mushed shooting finger guns in your direction,

Your eyes got wide and your trail flicked shyly, color spread across your cheeks and he watched you preen. “Are you trying to court me?” You sounded so serious he had to laugh, “you’re doing it wrong.”

“Oh am I?” He hummed eyes sparkling mischievously as you nodded relaxing a little by his side. “Want to enlighten me?”

“I suppose it is my duty as the Princess of my kingdom to enlighten outsiders of our culture. It won’t be easy to court me mind you. I’m very picky.”

Quackity let out a startled sound, “hold on did you say you were a princess?-” You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips before smashing your foreheads together, he let out a breathy laugh of ‘what the fuck?’

“First you have to show you care for me with a dance,” You spoke proudly resting your hands behind his neck, “While I sing.” You began to hum softly as you and Quackity danced around the slippery rock. He was baffled at how serious you were taking his comment, then again he didn’t know anything about you or your species' traditions. No one has ever seen anything like you or your kind before he figured he should just go along with it for now. He was quiet but began to lead you through the dance and he noticed little changes in your song, you would let out little trills and chirps before your song came to an end. It was adorble and he found himself taking in your features rather fondly, his mama was right. You were enchantingly beautiful. You took a step away from him observing him he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do so he just did what his mama taught him if he ever found himself dancing with a lady. He knelt down on one knee took your hand in his own and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand winking up at you. Color spilled across your cheeks, and you warbled a little, “You pass.” You glanced away from him clearly trying to hide your embarrassment and it made him feel proud that he could fluster you. Him, with his jagged scar and fake tooth, and you the beautiful princess from a mysterious underwater kingdom that he was somehow courting.

“I’m not saying I never fail but…I have a pretty good reputation.” Quackity mused, “What’s next?”

“Shells, you have to be able to find the most appealing shells that you think I’ll like and make them into a necklace for me to wear. If I accept the shells and the handcrafted necklace then you can continue with your own bizarre courting rituals.”

“You can count on me.” Quackity hummed, “How long do I have, I don’t see very well in the dark, unfortunately.” You looked thoughtful for a moment,

“Same time tomorrow,” You tapped your fingers against your skin in thought, your eyes narrowed and he yelped slightly as you were suddenly close to his face. If he leaned forward both your lips would connect. Your fingers trailed against his scar and he tensed, “What happened to you? Who did this?”

“Er…got into a fight with a giant pig.” He mused, “Made it out alive though even with this ugly thing.” Quackity rubbed the back of his neck, did she find him repulsive now? Who wouldn’t, after all his face is practically mangled beyond comprehension.

“It’s not ugly.”

“Huh?” He blanched blinking in surprise,

“You’re a brave warrior.” The cold, wet pads of your fingers felt good against his hot skin and itchy scar, “Only the strongest warriors have scars. You are very brave as well as very handsome.” You trilled fingers grazing over his lips,

Oh.

Oh. God.

He’s flustered. You’ve actually managed to flusher him and pink spread across his cheeks and ears, he stumbled back a little and felt his feet slide out from under him. “Oh fuck!” He felt the cold water engulf him and he thought for sure his head would be bashed against the hard rock. At least he had gotten to dance with a beautiful angel before he died, he had that he supposed. But instead, he felt two hands pull him out of the water like he weighed nothing like he was a wet tissue, he sputtered staring into your eyes. He looked down to find himself floating in the air, you were carrying him like it was NOTHING. He yelped as you moved your arms suddenly carry him bridal style and began to scamper off the soaking rocks,

“You fell.” You grinned down at him, “You’re pretty clumsy huh?” He was sure by the heat of his face his entire face had to be as red as a cherry tomato, his head was nestled between your breasts. “It’s okay.” He felt you place him back on the sand and cupped his cheeks, “I’ll protect you little bird.” You brushed the feather in his hair, delicately pushing some wet hair behind his ear, “With the prettiest eyes…” You cooed,

“Okay-” He sputtered eyes hazy looking over at you, the way the rising moon lit up your body made you look almost ethereal. It was the first time he could actually see what you were wearing, it seemed to be a mix of shells, coral, seaweed, and netting. He did take note that your neck was bare of any type of shells it stirred something inside of him, he wanted to make your neck beautiful with shells. You both jumped as there was a loud shout of Quackity’s name, it sounded like a frantic Tubbo, “Tomorrow?” he spoke hurriedly “I promise.”

“I’ll see you then.” You smiled softly leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his forehead before disappearing into the sea. He was still dazed when Tubbo grabbed his arm,

“Big Q! Where have you been? It’s been hours! Schlatt got into a fight!”

“Shit. With you?”

“Dream!”

Double shit.

“Schlatt wants to leave as soon as possible! He’s pissed you weren’t there.”

TRIPLE SHIT.

All he could think about was your smiling face, and strong arms as you disappeared back into the waves. He still needed to get you shells, still needed to tell you what was going on and where he was going! He was going to leave you abandoned just like his father did his mother. “As soon as possible? But we just landed at the port! We’d have to find the entire crew and it’s so late at that.” He tried to argue as Tubbo huffed,

“Don’t argue with me! Argue with Schlatt!” He tossed his arms up in the air, “either way we have to hurry- Are you looking for shells right now!?”

“I’ll meet you back there as soon as I can! There’s just something I have to do first, tell Schlatt he can wait five minutes and if he can’t he can leave me here.”

“Big Q what’s going on with you!”

“Go Tubbo!”

The young lad flinched, hesitating only slightly before nodding and heading back the way he came. Once he was gone from view Quackity frantically knelt in the sand searching for all the different shells he could find. He gathered as many as he could break, or chipped he didn’t care he hoarded all of them. He only was able to find one full shell a little scallop and he quickly flicked open his pocket knife and carved a thin little ‘Q’ inside it. Quackity ripped off a piece of fabric from his jacket and did his best to poke holes in the shells and thread them through the only fabric he had. He hesitantly took the feather out of his hair and interwove it onto the makeshift necklace. He stumbled back onto the outcropping and rested the necklace near the rock he had found you standing by, he said a quick prayer that you’d receive the gift before heading back down the beach towards Schlatt and his ship.

Quackity got an earful from a fuming Schlatt when he returned back, Schlatt had a large open wound in his chest and a black eye most likely from Dream and Sapnap tag team. He blamed Quackity for the injury claiming if he was doing his job and keeping an eye on Schlatt he wouldn’t have pissed off the little green bug. The stubborn bastard didn’t let anyone else tend to his wound other than Quackity as per usual, once he was all patched up Schlatt grabbed a bottle of whiskey and passed out in his bed. Not before commanding the ship to leave port, of course, how could he have forgotten that in his wounded and drunken stupor? Quackity was fuming marching back onto the front of the ship and bending over the railing, he watched as the isle grew into nothing but a small dot in the distance. He felt a sharp pain in his chest like he was leaving some part of it behind on that island, that was until he heard a loud thumb against the side of the ship. He leaned over the railing to see a mop of (h/c) hair peaking out from the ocean, he almost choked seeing you pop up and chirp at him. You were keeping up with the boat and around your neck was his mess of a necklace he made you, did that mean you accepted it? It had to have, “What are you doing here?” He laughed trying not to fall over the side,

“You’re my mate now!” You called laughing as you splashed through the water to keep up with the boat, “Your shells were perfectly imperfect and so are you, I love it! I accept!” You chittered and Quackity watched you do a flip in the water, “You’re stuck with me now!”

Quackity couldn’t have been happier to hear those words come out of your mouth. The only problem now was how exactly he was going to explain you to the crew and Schlatt. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice Tubbo gawking beside him, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!”

Quadruple shit.

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never-fair · 9 months

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requests open 🔥

requests for writing have opened ‼️

taking requests for:

marauders era ( remus lupin, sirius black, james potter ) x fem!reader

mcyt ( sapnap, karl, georgenotfound, quackity, wilbur soot, nihachu) x fem!reader

for requests please specify the prompt. example: "fluff with remus lupin" is something i wouldn't write as id have no motivation. but something like "waking up in the morning and making breakfast for remus" is something id have motivation for.

thanks loveys 🐢

#sage rambles 🌔#requests open #taking requests #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #sapnap x reader #karl x reader #georgenotfound x reader #quackity x reader #wilbur soot x reader #nihachu x reader #x fem reader

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poisonous-lemonade · 1 year

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Hey thereeeee!

I’d like to request quackity x dominant female reader smut where instead of moaning he quacks which turns the reader on even more and she starts thrusting faster

A/N: okay, this is really funny to me, so imma write it, no shame here...but this is definitely why I have a crackfic masterlist in my drafts A/N 2: I know what I said before, I may or may not have made it a reverse comfort fic. Also, this is Quiackity the character, not the creator.

The Good Boy...Quacks????

"Fuck baby..." Quackity groans as you throw him onto the bed. "What's got your panties in a twist, huh?" He hisses as you straddle him, holding him down by his waist.

Get jabaited. Okay so after doing research and getting people asking when I'm going to take it down, which I'm not, I'm just gonna keep it up.

Sorta.

And to that person before all up in my inbox, thank you fo telling me but also, you definitely didn't need to keep asking me and telling me your options as much as they were appreciated.

But, if you want to read it, it's up on my AO3 which you can check out here.

#mcytblr #dsmp x reader #dsmp fandom #dsmp fanfiction #Quackity x reader #fem reader #dsmp quackity #quackity x fem reader #fanfiction #writing #dsmp smut #dsmp crackfic #Toxic_Lemon.original

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whygalaxy · 2 months

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Little Bunny

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Bunny Hybrid!Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

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

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

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

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

Everything was going well…

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

#quackity x reader #quackity smut #quackity x you #dsmp #las nevadas #quackity fluff #bunny hybrid #breeding k1nk #size k!nk

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basilly · 2 years

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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?"

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cherrynwinesk · 7 months

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Not really a fic but any headcanons with this idea? Reader is a big streamer so quackity asked them to join the qsmp server, they kinda talked earlier so they know about each others existence but it's not like they were ever friends. How would quackity act after he started to develop a crush on reader??

🍒:It's very long, sorry

Quackity Headcanon's

Added to QSMP

Story g: sfw

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: None

CC's: Quackity

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

•The invitation to be part of the QSMP would arrive in your business email

•You would be so busy streaming, editing some videos for YouTube that you hadn't even noticed that email

•Your manager would notify you of this

•You had heard about the server, even watched some clips on tiktok, but you didn't know what the main function was or what it was about, you only knew that Quackity was the owner

•You came to feel confused, you had never had contact with Quackity, you had never spoken, you had never met at any event, so why would he invite a stranger to his precious project?

•You had friends in common, but fate had never brought you together

•You thought about the invitation, since you had many things to do, including creating your plan for the entire week's content on stream and organizing your schedules to be able to edit

•So stay at the highest level where you have always been among the biggest creators in the world

•But you didn't have many ideas currently, so you considered the invitation

•Quackity himself would immediately contact you

•You would like to plan everything directly with the server members so that there are no misunderstandings

•Both would schedule a call on Discord, trying to coincide with your free time

•There was not much communication between you until the day you agreed

•Nothing out of the ordinary, he would explain to you about the project, the creators who are already on the server, he would talk a little about the lore that some members already have

•It sounded very interesting by the way.

•You both got along very well, you were able to communicate easily and there were no problems in your first time interacting

•Agreed on a date on which you will join the server

•The day you would be announced as a member of QSMP Quackity would do his routine stream in Spanish playing a little time with Roier, Ironmouse, Forever or someone

•Then he would raid his main channel and in it he would talk about how he was excited for this new member, since you are a global content creator, and that it meant a lot to have you on his server (being humble)

•Immediately you were announced as part of QSMP, Twitter exploded

•Your name and Quackity being a trend, and it was all because no one expected this good news

•The next day you entered the server for the first time and started with the basics by playing Minecraft, wood, sticks, pickaxe, killing cows

•You immediately made a good relationship with the other members, it was such a relaxed atmosphere

•You have never laughed so much in your life

•Even outside the server that friendship continued

•But you were closer with Quackity

•You two had a humor that complemented each other

•There was no fear of saying something wrong, you could be yourself

•You might not think anything strange, for you it would just be a good friendship like with any other member

•But actually for Quackity it was a little different

•At first Quackity was a little excited that you would agree to be on his server

•First of all cause you are a big cc

•Quackity saw your content a few times, and knew that your personality would fit perfectly into QSMP

•From the beginning he liked the way you stayed active in your streams, never stopping talking, interacting with your chat even though your community was so big

•He even wanted to learn a little about you, because he knew that everything you were and had you got fairly

•You deserved everything you had and he even admired you too much

•He was so nervous about talking to you, doing something wrong or that something in the project wouldn't interest you, since he hadn't even hoped that you would accept the invitation

•Now that you were closer, Quackity started to feel different around you.

•He started to like you, but he still doesn't accept it

•At first he would think that he just likes you too much.

•But the day his sister asked him "Do you like y/n?"

•He'd notice and he'd be like "No, why do you ask that? He/she's my friend."

•Most likely, his sister had to hear about what happened inside QSMP, but you being the one he always mentions, that's why she would come to such a conclusion.

•Besides, Quackity would act very excited when it comes to you.

•"Your eyes shine when you talk about y/n" and his cheeks would be red.

•And Quackity would feel so comfortable with you

•He would really like your personality and that would be what made him fall in love.

•Also the way you bring out his true personality without fear

•Once he realized that if he actually liked you he would start to feel nervous around you.

•He would also go watch your streams while he is busy

•Over time he would also like you physically and too much

•Inside him maybe he would have this obsessive crush on you, but he doesn't want to show it.

•He would worry that you had a partner or that he wasn't your type

•More people around him would realize that he is in love and would convince him to tell you what he feels.

•He would refuse for a long time with the excuse that he is married to his job

•His friends would do him the favor (without Quackity asking) of asking you personal things

•Like if you have a partner, what kind of people do you like for a relationship, being very obvious (maybe Roier who doesn't care about anything or Baghera but she would be more subtle with the questions)

•Quackity would travel to meet you irl

•Once you were together he would try to show interest with subtle compliments

•Like saying you're smart

•Or talk about your hair color and mention that he like people with that color

•You would definitely understand and ask him if he is flirting with you

•He would get very nervous but he knows you got him

•"It's very obvious?"

•"Don't worry Quackity, Roier and Cellbit already told me everything"

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Master List (all of the names are ass)

Dreams

Jealous Alex

Drunk Lex

Dreams pt.2

wet nights

Quackity 1950’s HCS

high school love

rough sex

innocents

“what’s on her neck?”

unclothed

first time

i didn’t know what to name this

Fluffy make out

hair reveal

Sat

flirtatious wedding’s

fuck this

Running out of names for these

#qsmp quacki #quackity #qsmp #mexican #smut #quackity x reader #quackity x y/n #x reader #x you smut #x you #x you fluff #x you angst #x yn #x fem!reader

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alexblue29 · 8 months

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Foolish x fem reader

Foolish decides to help his crush on how to play Minecraft. Always provides whatever materials she needs. If he doesn't have it, he gets it immediately

If they decide to do a world together it would most likely be a chill and cozy one. His crush wanders around the map. She talks about how she wants to build a home in the cherry blossom biome and a base mine in the lush caves

He secretly constructs both buildings for her. He is bad with interior design, so he asks his chat/doozers for advice about the colors, furniture, and where should it be placed.

Then he tells her to log in to show a special surprise he made her and boom gives her the tour.

His crush is touched by his hard work and told him he didn't need to do it. Foolish would say "I wanted to because I love making you happy"

Oohhhh ohohoh that's cute as fuck!!

Minecraft Beds

You've been invited to join the QSMP and had gladly accepted. You've been streaming for about two years before they took notice of you and invited you.

You were ecstatic.

During the time before you would join, you'd gotten to know Quackity who was extremely nice and very good at talking down tour anxiety about joining an already formed group.

When you joined the very first time, you were the very first person on the server. You were streaming it, of course, but it was still pretty early and no one else was on at that time.

So, you took your time gathering basic materials and chatting with your viewers.

About an hour in, Foolish joined the server. You nervously sent a greeting in the game chat to which he responded with enthusiasm, asking you if he could join you and help you out.

You two quickly became friends, much to the pleasure of both your chats. He gave you some extra materials he didn't need and showed you around, helping you to get all the way stones so you wouldn't have to walk everywhere.

You streamed for about five hours but stayed on the game once you ended, mostly because you liked to keep Foolish company. In the end, you both played around ten hours together.

After about two weeks of the same daily occurrences, he brought up the idea of making a server for the both of them, so they could play together outside of the QSMP and just relax instead of being on edge with lore most times.

Once on the new server, you immediately took off and began looking for a cherry blossom biome, it was your favorite, you claimed when Foolish questioned you while running after you.

It took forever but you finally stumbled upon one, not before getting killed a few times by the nighttime mobs. You were ecstatic, gathering as much cherry wood as you could. You ended up making a very small house to hold you both over during the nights since gathering all the materials you'd need would take time.

Foolish took off exploring around the biome and stumbled upon a series of caves that eventually led him to a beautiful, huge, lush cave. You squeaked when he announced it, saying how much the lush caves were beautiful and you should build a base down there as well.

Eventually, you got tired. It was late, around one in the morning and you had promised your viewers a QSMP stream in the early morning. You said your goodbyes to Foolish and wished him a nice Sunday seeing as he didn't stream on Sundays.

Unknown to you, Foolish had begun streaming once you left, claiming he wanted to practice his building with different materials. He built you an amazing, huge house in the cherry blossom biome, well, the shell of it at least. He'd also started on a base down in the lush caves but he was mostly focused of the cherry house.

Anyone who watches Foolish knows this, he might be an amazing builder but he's not the best at decorations. Between the both of you, you were the decorator of the duo. Once he quickly built the shell of the house, he began asking his chat advice on decorating.

When they told him to just ask you, he caved and told them this was actually the server for both of you and he wanted to surprise you with the builds. They began spamming "simp" but he only laughed, while blushing, and urged them to help him with the decorations.

That next Tuesday, after both your streams on QSMP, Foolish was very insistent you log on to your shared server. You did so with a tired smile but frowned confused when you found yourself inside a dirt box.

He was quick to dig you out and guide you to the house. You were out of words, it was beautiful, more than what you imagine yourself making. Before showing you the interior, he ushered you to the lush caves where he showed you the, now-finished, base he'd made down there.

As you made your way back to the cherry house, he asked you to not judge his interior decorating and that you could change things around if you wanted. As you walked in, you were pleasantly surprised. You've grown used to helping each other while building, he'd help you build, and you'd help him decorate.

He had done incredibly well, you refused to change a single thing until you went upstairs to the bedroom. You noticed how there was only one bed in the room, when you brought it up he claimed because it was your house it only needed one bed.

You laughed and went to rummage through the chests until you found wood, wool and a blue flower. You turned to flower into dye, crafted a bed and dyed it blue before quickly placing it beside the one he'd put for you.

When he asked you why, you said, that since he made the entire house and decorated it, it was unfair to have him make a whole house for himself. He stayed quiet for a time and you were worried you'd read everything wrong until he spoke up,

"I wasn't expecting that." He laughed. You were quick to say that he could make another house for himself, you didn't mind but he cut you off, "No, no, no. I'll stay here with you. I only wanted to make it cause I love making you happy but if you want me to stay I can stay."

A week later, when Twitchcon came up you brought up going and he immediately booked tickets for the both of you.

#foolish gamers #foolish fanfic #foolish x reader #foolish gamers x reader #qsmp foolish #qsmp x reader #qsmp fanfiction #alexblue's fics

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