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kingsleywrites · 9 months

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If I'm Taking Care Of Your Ass Then I Sure As Hell Ain't Doing It Sober.

Revivebur x Las Navadas!Male Reader (Romantic)

Fluff, slight suggestive stuff, no smut

Prompt: Reveivebur comes to Las Navadas hurt, he's already here so why not take pity on the poor man and help him out, not without a couple of drinks first though.

CW/TW: Drinking, mentions of blood, mentions of stitching, smoking, cursing

M/N is also a bartender for Quackity

M/N is used (meaning male name)

S/C is used (meaning skin color)

M/N was sitting in his living room, bored out of his goddamn mind. Normally when he was this bored, he'd break into his liquor cabinet, open a bottle of some kind of liquor or cheap wine, and drink till he was shit faced. And he would, unless he wanted to go to work with the worst hangover known to man. You see, Quackity was oh so kind enough to stick M/N on one of the earlier shifts (early being 12) which didn't sit well with the man who stays up till 3 am and sleeps till 3 pm to go to his more normal shifts at 5 pm.

So he was stuck, he could go for a walk, but that would mean he had to leave his house. He could read a book except that it wasn't good enough. Living in Las Navadas was great, he had a great boss and a nice house and a good paying job but that doesn't mean that the slowly growing city had more to do than gamble and drink, which was fun until it got repetitive.

M/N was on the verge of entering the existential crisis talk until a knock came from his door. Which was definitely new. It probably wouldn't be Quackity, that man just spams your communicator with calls and messages till you reply, and Slime had no reason to be at your house at this hour. So who the hell was bothering your mental turmoil? M/N reluctantly got up to answer the door.

"Okay who are you and why the hell- " M/N looked up at the man standing at his doorstep.

"Wilbur fucking Soot." M/N said through his teeth, he crossed his arms and leaned against his door frame.

"In the flesh, literally considering I'm revived, courtesy of Dream may I add." Wilbur had an shit eating grin on his face as he stared at the male in front of him.

M/N did a small face laugh, "Why the hell are you here?" his demeanor quickly changed back to serious.

"What? Can I not come back and see an old friend?"

"You have to be friends in the first place to do that Wilbur, now tell me what you want or I'll just leave you here."

Wilbur straightened his posture and M/N finally noticed that he was holding his arm. His eye traveled down to his hand, where he saw blood start to drip.

M/N quickly grabbed Wilbur's hand, his eyes widening at the sight of the dripping blood. "Asshole, you're gonna get blood on my front porch!" M/N pulled Wilbur inside, closing the door.

"My, my, M/N if you wanted to hold my hand you should've just asked I would've said yes." Wilbur smirked while M/N rolled his eyes.

"Go sit on the couch and don't get blood anywhere, if you do I'll behead you." M/N let go of his hand and walked into his bathroom to find a first aid kit.

After he grabbed one he set it on the coffee table before walking over to his liquor cabinet.

Wilbur laughed lightly as he watched the male rummage through the various bottles, who turned around with an annoyed glare on his face.

"What are laughing about smart ass?"

"Does Quackity not pay you enough to afford proper rubbing alcohol?"

"No, he pays me plenty." The male grabbed a glass and filled it with a couple cubes of ice. "This is for me."

M/N slowly sipped the liquor as he walked back to the couch, sitting next to Wilbur.

"Take off your jacket so I can see what you did." M/N set the cup down and opened the first aid kid while Wilbur took off his jack and folded it neatly behind him.

M/N looked at his arm, slowly pulling the torn fabric away from the wound. "It doesn't look terrible, maybe a few stitches, but you'll live. Now take off your shirt."

"Don't you think you should ask me out first? It's a little rude to ask me to undress seeing as we haven't spoken in so long." That same smirk dawned Wilbur's face.

"Not like that idiot! I meant it as in, let me see the wound better."

Wilbur chuckled to himself, seemingly pleased with getting a rise out of him and removed his shirt placing it on top of his jacket.

M/N grabbed a few rubbing alcohol pads and started slowly cleaning the wound on Wilbur's arm, taking a "small sip" from the glass on the coffee table. After a few times of getting up to throw away blooded gaze pads and rubbing alcohol pads and filling up his glass on the way, he decided to grab the whole bottle of liquor, as well as a bottle of wine and two glasses. M/N filled up the two glasses handing one to Wilbur.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of being granted the pleasure of drinking with you?"

"Stop speaking so poshly, I get it you're fancy, now shut up while I finish wrapping your arm."

Wilbur backed off the male but kept a smile on his face as he watched him wrap his arm in bandages.

When he was done, M/N snipped off the extra and put it back in the first aid kit. He quickly downed the rest of his wine and went to put the first aid kit away.

When he got back, his body was facing forward and his head was tilted upwards toward the ceiling. "I hate you." M/N mumbled.

"How come? All I did was ask for your help, which you could've denied, might I add." Wilbur's tone was somewhat mocking and he put an arm around M/N, playing with the hair on his head.

"I told myself I wasn't going to drink tonight and look where I'm at."

"Well, it's not like I told you to drink."

"If I'm taking care of your ass I'm sure as hell not doing it sober." M/N turned his head to look at the male beside him, he brought a hand up to his face and began to trace down his jawline, stopping at the corner of his lips. M/N slowly climbed over to Wilbur's lap, neither of them breaking eye contact. Wilbur's arms rested at M/N's waist while M/N's other hand rested in Wilbur's crest feeling the soft skin on his fingertips.

M/N leaned in closer to Wilbur, lips slightly parted as they each waited for the other to make a move.

"You do realize the consequences that this can have if you go through with this." Wilbur's voice was barely above a whisper.

"And what's 'this'" M/N giggled as one of his hands slowly moved to the base of Wilbur's hair, lightly playing with the strands.

"I don't think Quackity will like it very much if you kiss his enemy."

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

The two got even closer, lips brushing against each other.

"You willing to make that bet?" Wilbur's lips curled into a small smile.

"I'll bet everything I got, pretty boy."

Wilbur laughed lightly before pulling M/N in by his waist, kissing his lips. M/N's hands further tangled themselves in Wilbur's hair while Wilbur's hands were untucking M/N's neat dress shirt, almost desperate to feel his S/C skin.

The two broke apart for air, breathing heavily for a moment before Wilbur began kissing down his jaw and neck.

"God I hate you so much." M/N said, half out of breath

Wilbur hummed on his skin, lightly nipping at it before answering the male.

"If you hate me so much then tell me to stop and I will." Wil looked at M/N, still leaving a trail of kisses on his neck, none of them deep enough to create a hickey though, Wilbur was smarter than that.

M/N let out an airy chuckle, pulling at Wilbur's hair. "No, you're too hot to stop."

Wilbur kissed his cheek, looking M/N in the eyes. "And You're too drunk for me to continue."

M/N groaned, tilting head back. "Why must you do this to me?"

Wilbur chuckled, "Maybe another time darling."

M/N got off his lap, stumbling before regaining his balance, but he was still swaying back and forth.

Wilbur went to grab his jumper before M/N put a hand on Wilbur's cheek making him look back at him.

"Please don't leave." He looked at him with pleading eyes that not even Wilbur could say no to.

"Alright, I'll stay." He stood up and gave M/N a quick kiss before picking him up bridal style and then walked down the hall, M/N's arm was stretched out to one of the doors and Wilbur assumed it was his room.

Once Wilbur sat him down on the bed, M/N quickly began to take off the uncomfortable suspenders and dress shirt before laying down and making grabby hands at Wilbur, who laid next to him.

After a few minutes of cuddling, M/N spoke up.

"I hate you so much." He said holding on tighter to Wilbur and burying his face in his chest.

"I love you too darling."

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Another one in the bags. I got this idea from reading another story on Wattpad, it's called MidNight Walks by mannequins_inafeild, despite only having two chapters I really liked it so I would consider checking it out!

Also who knew writing kissing scenes was so hard? I literally took a break to work on another story (the one that came out before this one actually) because I didn't know where to go or how to do it. I hope it wasn't too awkward. I don't know how many more scenes I'm gonna do like that in the future but give me some feedback, I'd like to hear your thoughts!

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py-dreamer · 1 year

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SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader

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GN!Reader, (this is my first time doing something like this-)

Rats, mice and most rodents alike are under-appreciated in my opinion and I had some SBI brainrot I could not stop.

How did they find you?

Philza had just adopted his 3 chaos sons and was not expecting to have anymore children.

Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10

however, one day he heard tiny squeaks during a trek in the forest.

he thought it was just a regular mouse but it was too loud to be one so he followed the source and peered in the bushes and in it was lil' ol' you

you couldn't have been more than a year old by the looks of it and you were absolutely tiny! you could fit in the palm of his hand

you were also freezing cold and there were no adults around so... guess Phil's gonna adopt another child then!

Your rat features:

I put down rodent hybrid cause' I couldn't make up my mind if you were going to be a mouse or a rat (there's a difference!) so neither can your family!

You have the cartoonishly big mouse ears (think Mickey Mouse) and also a long thin and scaly tail

You also have delicate whiskers and a itty bitty nose that has a surprisingly good sense of smell

There are small patches around your body hear and there

TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!

Also, smol. Extremely small. You are by far the shortest in the family. Mice are really small so I think you'd grow to 1ft 6 at most

Rats have strong teeth so you also have a set of really strong buck teeth

Since Techno once talked with a piglin, and Phil's chat are literally crows, you can talk to other rodents

"I'm not like other people! I'm 1ft 6, I have the best sense of smell, I can talk to animals and I have a tail cause I'm a foocking rat baby"

Life with the SBI

it was rather difficult to adjust to the new family member because of the drastic height differences but nothing they couldn't handle

All the seats, tables ect have a little ladder carved in or have a step-ladder attached so you could climb up

Stairs and doors. They were going to be a problem. So Dadza made like a little elevator out of string, small planks of wood and pulleys so you can get up and down the floors. Each door in the house also had a small doggy door on it so you could easily enter...though one time a stray cat had gotten in and chased you around the house so the main door and the door to the backyard had to have little locks installed on the little doors too.

Once you got a bit older, Dadza realized it would've been a very tiring life for you to have to climb up every seat and every table and every shelf you want to use so he made a little hole in the wall under a table and built tiny furniture perfect size for you and helped you decorate your room

Any soft fabric in the house was a perfect napping spot for you. your family would often find you nesting in hoodies, cushions, jackets, cloaks, blankets ect. (Although once Wilbur almost sat on you when you got a little too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch)

I'd like to think whenever you were mad at one of your brothers, you'd steal their stuff (that you can carry ie Tommy's disc, Wilbur's beanie, Techno's gold) and hide it in your room or a small crevice that only you can fit in and they'd be to big to fit in and reach their stuff.

You would also take advantage of your size and hide in places impossible for your family to hide in but not for you! You were always the hide and seek champion and could evesdrop on your brothers from inside the walls or inside a chest.

Midnight snacks. Just all the snacks. Rats can fit through any space they can get their heads into and some can chew through metal so there was nothing stopping your hungry tummy. Phil was even considering enchanting the pantry to prevent you from theiving all the snacks (you'd share with your brothers though, Phil was just miffed you ate all the snacks before dinner and could get ill)

When you guys were going out and you couldn't keep up, you'd just ride in one of their bags. You were extremely light and it was hard to keep up with their long legs so this was a perfect solution (you 100% fell asleep in a bag once and the family almost flipped the house upside down looking for you)

Your relationship with Dadza

We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much

Phil was a lot more nervous to take care of you cause he'd never raised a child this small before

He was very hesitant to let your brothers hold you when you were a baby because you were just so small and fragile-

When you were little and went out with him, you always had to be on him or holding his hand. Sitting on his hat, his shoulder, riding in his bag, him carrying you, he didn't mind but you couldn't be let out of sight especially in large crowds or tall grass.

He always had at least one of his crows keep an eye on you when you went outside to play just in case anything goes wrong

He still worries about you a lot but knows that at least you can defend yourself now.

Your relationship with Wilbur

he was your big brother and you both love each other a lot

it took some time getting used to you but the moment he saw such a tiny baby, he just went 'SMOL CHILD I WILL PROTECT YOU'

in the early days, when Philza couldn't take care of you, he'd hand you to Wilbur who'd spend time with you and Tommy. Be it going to town, making a new song, going to meet Sally, he was mostly glad to bring his little siblings along

While he cared for you a lot, he still played tricks on you sometimes like when he told you that birds eat mice and you just became terrified of Phil and his crows for a good week XD

He was much more relaxed when it came to your safety (not that he'd let you go into the woods alone, like just be less protective than dadza) though he would just be wary when you guys are with a lot of people so he'd prefer it if you were riding on his beanie. He'd get weird stares but as long as you're safe, he didn't care

when composing songs and you're with him, he'd sing the lyrics and you'd sometimes squeak them back in your high-pitched voice and he would either laugh or die from cuteness...or both

rats also generally have better hearing than humans so when he was composing a song, he'd ask for your opinion to see if it was good or not

Your relationship with Techno

when you were first welcomed into the family, he didn't know what to do-

don't get me wrong he got the same 'PROTECT DA CHILD' feeling as Wilbur and even the voices told him to 'PROTEC SMOL THING' when he got them later on

it's just that you were so small that he was afraid he'd hurt you he was never as gentle as his twin or his dad and Wilbur seemed to like you so he figured he'd him take care of you like Tommy

though one day, you were out in the garden. Techno was training, Phil was in the house, Wilbur and Tommy were with friends. A stray zombie found its way to your home and it started to attack you.

you were too small to get away quick enough and tripped but just as the zombie was about to hurt you any more, Techno shot an arrow through that f*cker's head he then realized you were too weak to defend yourself so decided to train you to be stronger

Wilbur was unsure about letting you wield a sword but Techno insisted it was for the best. Eventually, Tommy bugged him enough to train him too.

it took a while but after enough time and hard work, you were able to wield a few light weight weapons and were able to hold your own at pvp by quickly darting and dodging around your opponent.

when you weren't training, Techno read you and Tommy greek mythology. Tommy would sit in his lap and you would rest on his head (if he felt like it, he'd let you two braid his hair)

like the rest of the SBI, he gave you a piece of golden jewelry, for you it was a small earing

Your relationship with Tommy

I'll be honest: Tommy didn't really like you at first

He was glad to not be the youngest but he didn't realize that he'd get less attention due to you being a baby

they still loved him of course, but Tommy couldn't help but feel jealous when Dadza helped you make your own room or when Wilbur took you on their trips to town or when you'd always be carried by Wil or dad or when Techno started training you before him ect

he'd always try to ignore you or glare angrily and naturally, you reciprocated the behaviour and thus you two always had a sort of rivalry

he'd call you names, yank your ears, tail or whiskers and in turn, you'd call him names, steal his stuff and sometimes bit him if he pulled too hard

But then, one day:

You were 10 and sitting by yourself on the swings in the park. Barely anyone else was there and you were doing your own thing. It was one of the rare opportunities when you could be alone. I mean, you did love your family and all but it was nice to have some alone time too. You were minding your own business when suddenly:

"Hey are you a doll?"

A little kid had just picked you up by your waist and you were frankly very startled. You started wiggling, trying to get out of the kid's grasp but it was too tight.

"You're a very weird doll"

The kid held you tighter and you squealed out for help.

"I'm not a doll! Let me go!!"

The child gasps "A talking doll! Mama, mama! Look, a talking doll! Can I keep it please?" they called their mother over

A woman strides over and looked down while you were trying to get out of there. She gasps in horror and shrieks

"A RAT! A RAT! THROW IT AWAY AT ONCE BILLY! IT HAS THE PLAGUE! GET IT AWAY!!"

She then snatched you out of her child's sticky hands and threw you at full force into the mud.

"GET BACK YOU VERMIN! GET AWAY! RETURN TO THE MURKY SWAMP WHERE YOU CAME FROM!" She screeched while you were trying to process what just happened and collect yourself.

All of a sudden, you heard a very angry yet familiar voice from the bushes

"OI! NO ONE GETS TO PUSH MY SIBLINGS INTO THE MUD BUT ME!!"

He then pounced and shoved the prick and her brat into the mud.

"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"

Without warning, she grabbed Tommy and tried to trip him over him but before she could, you sneaked up behind her and bit down hard on one of her legs. Tommy then grabbed you and booked it out of there with the screeches of the witch behind you.

Once you two made it back home, you started to clean yourself up when Tommy handed a towel to you. He said nothing and looked away but the gesture was all it needed. The both of you were silent but a mutual care about each other started to grow that day.

it took a while but you two soon became thick as thieves

he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!

You and Tubbo relate to each other on the fact that you were both often underestimated and your shorter heights compared to everyone else.

Life in the smp

you decided to follow Wilbur and Tommy when the left home and promised to write to your dad and older brother

by now, you were as tall as you could be and could defend yourself reasonably well

you, Tommy and Tubbo absolutely cause chaos together. I mean the rat, the racoon and the goat? Who makes better thieves than that?

You definetely participated in the disc wars, stealing Tommy's discs back from Dream whenever you could

During the L'Manberg era, you decided to join your brothers' country and became good friends with the rest of the L'Manberg members. You had a little uniform and everything, you helped to plant flowers and decorate around the country since it was a bit hard to place down blocks.

L'Manberg really felt like a second home and a second family for you even with the constant battles, you still had each other and that was enough.

Then you and everyone else lost your first lives during Eret's betrayal and Tommy had to give up his discs (you wanted to steal them back but Tommy told you that it was ok and they'd find another way) but hey, at least you guys were independent now...right?

Then the elections happened. You were sure your brothers would win until the votes were revealed. They were banned from the country and you desperately scurried after them, trying not to get trampled in the angry mob

You helped them set up Pogtopia and that's when Wilbur decided to give you a job.

With all things considered, you were arguably one of the best spies on the server: You were tiny and hard to spot, you can hide in places no one would think to look, you were fast, agile and hard to catch, you have a far more superior sense of hearing and smelling and can therefore sense if anyone's coming much easier, and you can communicate with rodents; one of the most common and unsuspecting animals.

Therefore, Wilbur gave you and Tubbo the job of spying on Schlatt and Manberg. Tubbo would pretend to be on their side and you would eavesdrop from the shadows.

You should've been more wary of Wil's behaviour, he looked like he was loosing it but still wanting to help your brother, you accepted the job and spied on Manberg, giving Pogtopia info when you could.

Techno came to help and you thought that it would be alright from now on...then the red festival happened. Tubbo gave his speech while you watched from behind the curtains. Then he was boxed up and you could only watch in horror as Techno walked to the stage to execute your best friend.

You thought it couldn't get any worse when someone grabbed you from behind and took you to the stage. JSchlatt held you by the neck and learned that you were the spy sneaking info all along. And before you knew it, he squeezed your throat and you died from suffocation on stage.

Wilbur couldn't look you in the eyes after that and you were told that Techno shot a firework at Schlatt cause 'it wasn't part of the deal'

After the final battle, you couldn't be happier. You were celebrating with all your friends and looking for Wilbur before the ground shook and everything exploded.

You lost half your tail and parts of your left ear that day. But that loss couldn't compare to the loss of your brother, dead in your father's arms

You tried your best to return to normal and just when you started to recover, Tommy was exiled. You followed him to Logstedshire and tried to stand up for him against Dream but he was too strong.

Tommy convinced you to leave him and that he'd be ok and you naively believed him.

When Techno took him in, you followed him and couldn't be happier; your family was back together!...well most of them.

Then doomsday happened. Techno didn't tell you his plans and you were in shock as to why he would blow up L'Manberg now.

He then told you about the execution. That while you were with Tommy in exile, he was going to be executed by the butcher army. That news shook you to the core but you couldn't think straight with your second home being blown to smitherines again.

Afterwards, you decided to take a break from society and ran away to live by yourself in a small home you built in the woods for some time to recover.

Tommy would visit sometimes and told you about the hotel he was building with Sam Nook, Tubbo visited when he could, he even brought Ranboo with him once and told you about their son Michael. Philza visited once, he told you that Techno was doing alright but just hasn't found the time to visit. You didn't answer when he knocked on the door.

(Sorry if the end sounds rushed, its because it is. I just didn't know what to do about the rest of the extensive lore but let me know if you'd like more of these x reader stuff, only platonic though. Anyways, until next time my lovely marshiemellows!)

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sticksheaad · 10 months

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QUACKITY HCS : DATING

WRITTEN BY ME

(quackity is not comfortable with anything nsfw of him. please respect that.)

they/them used

Quackity is a chaotic lover, so most things he does for you are spontaneous. And, chaotic, obviously.

His love language, I feel, is physical touch and gift giving.

And if you don't accept the gift he gives you, (like you think you don't deserve it) he'll leave it on your nightstand or desk.

He totally is just a log when sleeping. If he falls asleep on you, he wakes up like that. He will not move. At all.

And he snores. You can't change my mind.

He will beg you to go everywhere with him. Family event? You're there. Vidcon? You might already be there if you're also a content creator. To go shit? (jk)

All his friends love you, I think Tommy might be a bit annoyed, especially if you guys kiss anywhere he can see.

He's a softie on the inside, full of hugs and kisses.

His favourite spots to kiss you is your forehead, nose, and definitely your lips. Man loves you.

You're in so many of his videos and streams, and he would collab with you all the time (if you're a creator).

Getting free merch before it drops, and stealing all his beanies and hoodies, and basically his whole closet.

I think he's clingy. Like Bitch please.

He would tell chat that you're the clingy one.

Like "Chat, Y/N is always forcing me to go everywhere with them."

When it's literally the opposite

Listen, he loves you!!! He would give you the world if you asked!

FIN. (requests open for ideas and criticism)

#dsmp #dsmp quackity #quackity #alexis quackity #headcanon #fanfic #sfw #fluff #quackity fluff #dream smp #x reader #x you #reader insert

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ordinary-spencer · 2 months

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I want to cradle reviveburs face and give him littol kisses

give him lipstick marks without him noticing and then wait for him to come home early one day like WTF???

Sorry it took so long to see this lmaooo anywayssss

thank you anon for the request :))

sorry if it’s not really all that you wanted lmao, I kinda got stuck doing this

Revivebur with a s/o who likes to kiss him and leave marks

☠︎︎༒︎ Wilbur heaved out a sigh as he rubbed his face. He’s been busy all week with hanging out with Tommy, and he’s exhausted. He laid on the couch and shoved his face into one of the pillows. He could hear some shuffling coming from the other room before he heard footsteps.

“Wilbur? Love? Are you alright?” He heard your voice call for him.

He could practically feel the weight on his shoulders disappearing at the sound of your voice. He lifted his head to peer up at you as you walked up to the couch.

“Hello Darling….” He smiled tiredly. He sat up and looked at you from his spot on the couch. “are you alright?” You repeated, going to cradle his face gently.

Wilbur could practically feel himself tearing up at the affection. He smiled lovingly.

“Of course darling. I’m just tired…” He brought his hand to hold one of the ones still held onto his face and caressed it gently.

You sat beside him on the couch and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You need some cheering up?” You questioned. Wilbur hummed noncommittally, “Well I wouldn’t be opposed” He gave a sung grin. You gave him a kiss on the nose. “It’s okay love, I promise things will get better,”

Another kiss on the forehead. “No matter how stressful,”

Two more on each cheek. “or how tiring it may be,” A few more all over his face. “I’ll be with you the whole way.”

Wilbur may have shed a tear or two but not like it mattered, you would never judge him. You pulled back to look at him, giggling as you did. You brushed the tears off his face, about to say something else before you two heard a knock on the door.

Wilbur let out a groan before looking back at you. “I’m so sorry darling, it seems like I’m needed again.”

You smiled, caressing Wilbur’s face one more time before backing up. Not without giving him another kiss, one on the lips this time. “it’s quite alright love. I’ll see you soon.” Wilbur smiled, giving you a hug before heading out the door, shutting it behind him.

☠︎︎༒︎ Few Hours Later ☠︎︎༒︎

You heard the door open and shut and you quickly went to the living room to see your love. You seen a glimpse of him before you were engulfed in a hug and twirled around.

You let out a laugh as Wilbur twirled you. As soon as Wilbur let you down, you still couldn’t speak due to Wilbur littering kisses all over your face. Wilbur leaned back to look at you. He had a huge smile on his face. “What’s got you so happy?” You asked, also smiling widely.

“It’s just I have such an amazing partner.” Wilbur held your hands in his. Looking at you with such loving eyes it made you feel giddy inside.

You smiled. “Only the best for you.” Wilbur let your hands go to rub a bit at his face, a smudge of lipstick rubbing off onto his finger.

“Oh darling if you wanted to show you loved me you could have just let me know. Oh well, this is fine too.” He looked at the lipstick on his finger before looking back up at you and giving you a kiss.

#dream smp #dsmp #x gender neutral reader #wilbur dsmp #dsmp wilbur #oneshot #revivebur #wilbur soot #x reader #reader insert #Oneshot #fluff #revivebur x reader

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helpimhorny2 · 1 year

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Looks can be decieving

Contains: Fem!Dom!Reader, nicknames (sweetheart, mommy, good boy, baby boy etc.), edging/orgasm denial, masturbation, cum swallowing, tying up, very little of oral m!recieving, swearing, mentions of Punz, Sapnap smut

NSFW BELOW, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Sapnap's demeanor doesn't at all match what he actually is into. You always thought of him as super dominant, spanking, choking kind of guy. And to an extent he was into spanking and choking, but not in a way you would think.

You were driving in his car after you went to the gym together like you always did (he was your gym buddy for the longest time), this time you had plans to have a movie night at his place, because he found out you've never seen The Lord of The Rings and after calling you uncultured swine he decided he will make sure you will fill your pop-culture knowledge gap. He was driving while listening to some song you didn't know and you were on your phone. You just posted a gym pic on your story with your new dead lift personal record. After a few minutes of it being up Punz replied with "Muscle Mommy 🥵" which made you giggle out loud.

"What's up?" Sapnap got curious at your giggles. You showed him the dms and laughed "Apparently I'm a muscle mommy, according to Punz." Sapnap blushed a little bit, it easily could have been your imagination before shyly replying "I mean he is not wrong...". You laughed it off and kept scrolling on Instagram.

After you got to his house he seemed unusually nervous. "Is something wrong Sap?". You were actually worried, because he was normally very laid back so if he was nervous, something could have upset him. "Uh...I'm just tired from the gym, nothing more." You smiled "You want me to give you a massage? I've been told I have magic hands." you offered. He blushed a bit again "A-are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything..." his voice trailed off. You giggled and pointed to his bed "Lay down and take off your shirt, you could never make me uncomfortable Sap" He smiled and did as you told him and you gently sat on the small of his back making sure not to crush him. "You good like this?" he mumbled in agreement and you gently placed your warmed up hands on his shoulders. As you pressed down on his stiff muscles he whined a bit in pain and relief. The sound was nothing like you ever heard from him and it made you smile.

Massaging his muscles down his back caused more sweet sounds to escape his lips and you decided to test your luck by leaning over to him and whispering "good boy, you're doing amazing." This caused more agressive reaction. He basically moaned and mumbled something you didn't catch. You gently rubbed his neck and smiled "What was that? I couldn't hear you." to which he shyly whispered "Punz was right...you are a...muscle mommy." You giggled again and whispered "don't tell me you, the flirtiest person I know, likes calling me mommy." You laid next to him and looked into his face which was red as a tomato. "I..uh.." he stumbled on his words.

You decided it's now or never, you gently turned him on his back and sat on his lap making him blush even more. Leaning in you whispered into his ear "Do you like calling me mommy? You wanna be a good boy for mommy?". That immedietly made his body react, you felt his already hard dick twitch in his workout shorts which felt very nice. "Oh excited are we?". He slowly nodded, clearly unsure if this is really happening.

Truth be told he always found you attractive. He spent countless nights stroking himself to the thought of you using him and making him beg for anything. Nights of moans muffled by the pillow, sweating and panting as he tried so hard to not cum immediately from the smallest touches. Moans consisting of some mix of your name, mommy, begging to be allowed to finish, pleading to the image of you in his head that he just can't take it, that he is so close and needs to cum so bad. And now you were on top of him, asking him questions that made his dick incredibly hard.

He slowly nodded "I...yes...I'd love to be a good boy for you...mommy." You smiled at that "Okay, ground rules baby boy, are you sure you wanna do this?" He nodded "And are you familiar with the color system?" He nodded once again. You patted his head "in that case, only rule is you aren't allowed to cum until I say so." He blushed again "and...if..if I can't hold it anymore?" You smirked at him and gently bit his earlobe "then I will milk you dry of everything you're worth."

His breath hitched in his throat before he gulped. He normally had high stamina, usually lasting through couple of rounds of his parter's orgasms, but being submissive was his weakness. He was usually the dominant one, because most of his partners were submissive (which he liked to some extent), but being ordered around like this, even without you even touching him, he felt like at any moment he was gonna cum in his pants. But he had to be a good boy for you and his determination was admirable.

You sat him up in the bed and took out the belt of his non-workout pants from his gym bag. At first he thought you will spank him, but you tied his hands behind his back smiling. You could clearly see the outline of his rock hard dick (and boy was it big) as well as the wet patch of precum on his shorts. With a gentle touch you made him whimper. "So precious for me, baby boy" He smiled, clearly proud of being called precious, but that smile quickly dropped as you took out a vibrator out of your bag. "Remember what I said, no cumming until I say so, but feel free to beg, maybe I will be merciful." with that you stripped to your underwear and slowly started rubbing your body enjoy the awe in Sapnap's eyes. "You like seeing mommy touch herself for you, baby boy?" he nodded furiously and you could see his dick straining against the fabric. You licked your lips and fingers and slowly slid your hand down your panties while moaning softly.

It was so difficult for Sapnap to not grind against the air, but he knew id he moved too much he would cum right there and then. He was so sensitive because of you, watching you touch yourself made him so incredibly horny. "Mommy..." he moaned clearly desperate.

"What is it, sweetheart?" "Can...can you touch me? I'm so horny, it hurts so bad." You shook your head "You have to be patient. Mommy wants to play with you a little!" with that you went back to pleasuring yourself. When he calmed down a little you decided to up the stakes and took off your underwear. You were really wet from hearing him being so desperate for you and that made him even more horny, if that was even possible. His dick leaked more precum and he softly whimpered resisting against his belt. "Nuh-uh, no escaping, I love watching you be a desperate mess for mommy." He cried out a little, clearly dying for any sort of touch. You smiled and turned on the vibrator. "A..Are you gonna pleasure yourself?" after a nod he sounded panicked "I...I don't know if I can take that...I'm already so fucking hard...." Instead of a response you started slowly playing with yourself making sure to start slow, you wanted to see him suffer, see him begging and crying that he can't take it anymore, the idea of it made you so wet.

As soon as you started ramping up the speed a bit and moaning he started begging. "Mommy...please...for the love of God just touch me, I can't take just looking at you, it's torture...I'm so fucking horny right now." You gently asked "color?" he whispered, sounding ashamed "green...so fucking green" "Good boy, Sap" you replied making his dick twitch even more and him moan. "Fuck..."

You also usually had a good stamina, but seeing him like this made you way more sensitive than just watching porn. It didn't take long for you to feel the knot in your stomach, which made your moans louder and more harsh. Sapnap was clearly struggling a lot. His muscles were tightening, his dick was pressing hard against his shorts leaking precum. His eyes were glued on your hands and his mouth open with desperate moans. "God, you're gonna make me go insane, I've dreamt about this for so long and now it's right in front of me and I can't even touch you or myself..." You giggled, enjoying his begging and kept on playing with yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. "Please...please I will do anything, just touch me...I feel like I'm gonna explode any second..." You felt like that too, but for different reasons. Your moans got louder and louder and when Sapnap realised what was happening he cried out "please, I don't know if I can hold it when you cum...it's too much please let me cum..". You weren't planning on stopping of course.

The orgasm hit you hard, arching your back, tightening all of your muscles and making you basically scream Sapnap's name in pleasure. He, on the other hand wasn't having a good time. He was clearly so focused on not cumming, breathing heavily, his dick twitching constantly, leaking even more precum. "God I'm so fucking close already, one touch and I'll explode...please...just let me finish, I can't take it anymore, it's so much, I'm so full for you." You looked at him as you were coming down from your high and smiled. "Don't worry, I will touch you...but still, no cumming pretty boy." He looked like he was about to cry "I'm so fucking close, I can't hold it if you touch me." You smirked and very gently took off his shorts making sure to not touch his aching dick. When the cold air touched him he cried out "fuck...I'm right on the fuckinf edge, please just touch me, I'm begging you, I just wanna let go for you..." After waiting for him to calm down a little you smiled "I wanna push you to your absolute limit, sweetheart, is that okay for you?"

He nodded, completely out of breath.

You observed his rock hard dick, wet with precum spilling out and gently touched the tip with your finger. "No fuck, I'm so sensitive there, please I feel like I'm gonna cum any second, the orgasm is so close...I can feel the cum in my dick...please...I just wanna cum..." You suddenly got an idea and smirked at him "alright, let's make a deal...if you can cum without me touching you in the next...10 seconds you're allowed to cum, otherwise I will continue to torture you."

His face dropped as he nodded slowly. You took off your hands and watching him desperately hump the air as he moaned "Oh god mommy, please make me cum I'm begging you...let your good boy cum."

You smiled and whispered "okay baby, you earned it...where do you wanna finish?" His eyes widened with surprise "re..really? can...can I finish in your mouth mommy?" You nodded and gently wrapped your lips around his dick making him insantly lose control. "Oh god I'm cumming so hard mommy, fuck!" It was mind numbing, reality shattering, back arching, screaming orgasm for him and he thought he saw God for a second as his warm cum spilled into your mouth. He came a lot, but luckily you expected that. You skillfully swallowed it all and smiled at him. "Did you enjoy that, Sap?" He was still out of breath, but nodded before coming back go his normal self. "If you tell Punz about this I am actually gonna eat your hair" You giggled "Don't worry, I doubt he wants to know how much of a whiny bitch you are in bed, Lord Of The Rings now?" He playfully hit your shoulder "Sure!"

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sexsellz · 2 years

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⤻ 𝐡𝒆𝒂𝐭𝐡𝒆𝐫 ², tommyinnit。 ᥫ᭡ ‧₊˚

❄️- 𓄹 S͢UMMARY: 𝒙𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

PART ONE. Tommy confesses a very important message to you, even if it is on your doorstep.

🤍- 𓄹 W͢ORDCOUNT:

1064

💍- 𓄹 P͢AIRING(S):

Tommy x reader

After the incident had unfolded in two, Tommy didn’t know which decision to make next. You had left not even five minutes prior, and after complying with your departure he retreated back to the safety of his bedroom, and to the comfort of his viewers. Sitting down in his lifted chair, he held his head in his hands in complete defeat.

With a heavy, elated sigh he turned his microphone a hundred and eighty degrees towards him, unmuting it. The stream had been left nearly untouched from the moments prior. His bright and cheery ‘BRB!’ screen was still on full display, which was a complete antonym or the dismal vibe that the boy’s body language radiated. In addition to unmuting his mic, he switched over the display on his monitor. Though his chat had lit up with excitement and concern in duality for the two of you - he hadn’t the courage to read any of it. Instead, he filled the lonely silence with a moment of reflection.

He ran his fingers slowly across his forehead, swiping the strands of blonde hair out of his eyes. In monotone, he explained: “Chat, I think I fucked up.” Mentions of the prior incident had been the talk of the town in his replies, and while he was still unsure of why you had the outburst - he had an idea in mind. “I mean - Y/n was already incredibly nervous even sitting in front of the camera! I should’ve never pushed them this far.” A look of remorse and embarrassment brimmed on his face, as he continued speaking.

“I mean, they’re my best friend -“ There was a slight change in his tone, as the thought of losing you due to a disagreement he had caused flooded his mind. “And now, I might not even have a best friend anymore. What the hell am I supposed to do?” Donations and bits came popped up in his stream occasionally interrupting the pity party Tommy had thrown for himself. Most trying to reassure him or make him feel better - others saying things not even remotely related to the situation.

And while he was grateful for their kind words, his responses to their affirmations were of the simpler kind. That was until a donation came in, explaining what Tommy had failed to see all along.

User donated $69: Tommy ily but you’re kind of a dummy. Y/n SO clearly has a thing for you and you talking about Heather is the reason they’re upset, not the stream :((“

Bingo, right on the money. It all finally clicked for Tommy, and while he had been none the wiser of your crush before - certain quirks of yours he’d claimed were ‘in all good fun’ finally started to make sense. The way you’d look so intently at him while he would talk, how you’d hold his hand when he’d walk you home - it. all. made. sense. As he pondered the issue some more, he came to the realization that he’d fucked up WAY harder than he’d initially thought. And he wasn’t about to lose you over a stupid misconception.

So, after thanking the donation and said a quick goodbye to his viewers, he practically ran downstairs to his doorway. He frantically slid his coat and shoes on, exclaiming to his Mum, “I’ll be back! Erm, I’m going for a run!” And run, he did. Not so much to his Mum’s favor, he ran into the evening cold, as snow quickly began lining the pavement outside his house. Your house was a few blocks away, and even if he risked slipping on multiple patches of freezing ice on the way he was determined to make things right.

After a few mishaps of tripping in the snow, he arrived at your doorstep - and he remained there for a few seconds just as you’d left him prior. He mustered the courage to finally knock, going over his speech for you in his head. Feet shuffled on the other side of the door, before someone unidentifiable fumbled with the locks, before revealing - not you, but your father. Of course, the sight of a disheveled looking boy keeled over panting on his front step wasn’t exactly what he expected to find at the hour. Regardless, he asked: “Um, can I help you?”

Tommy apologized for the state of him, explaining to the man in front of him, “I’m sorry I just ran here from a few blocks over. Is Y/n home?” Before your father could answer, you appeared behind him, confused of who could be at the door so late into the evening. And when your sad eyes laid upon him, regret washed over you once again.”Y/n, who’s this boy?” You rushed your father away, giving him a short response. “Just a friend, don’t worry about it.”

You stepped into the cold, softly closing the door as to not disturb the rest of your household. With your arms crossed across your chest, you waited for an explanation from the boy who stood in front of you. To be honest, Tommy looked shaken. “Well?” In the midst of the moment, Tommy removed his chilled hands from his pocket, taking your warm ones into his. The chill on his fingertips smoothly melted against your skin like butter, and it was so comforting.

He took a deep breath. “Y/n, I’ve truly been so stupid.” Snowflakes dotted from his scalp to his lips. It’d been clear he’d been in the cold for a prolonged time, detailed by the rosy color that pigmented his cheeks and nose. You replied with, “Tommy, why are you here? did you seriously wal-” Tommy spoke up in an exasperated tone, cutting off your concern with an important message. “I love you!” Motionless, you chuckled under your breath. “What?” He continued.

“I’ve had it wrong all along. I’ve been so distracted by useless bullshit, I never realized what I had in front of me this whole time.” A short paused filled the air, as he took a step closer to you. Your faces were now inches apart, as a deep eye contact was shared in duality as Tommy delivered his next line. “I don’t want stupid stuck- up Heather, I want you. I can’t believe I didnt say this sooner.”

And while the events leading up to his affectionate confession hadn’t been ideal, things were now perfect.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏

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itsnocturna · 1 year

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Just a quick research here pls answer 🥺

On a "x reader" fanfic... do you guys prefer the use of "you" or "y/n" ???

#imagines #reader insert #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #darth vader #dreamwastaken x reader #obi wan x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #x reader #darth vader x reader #jake x mc #jake duskwood #dylan o'brian x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars #dream smp #maze runner

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Ello mate! Was wondering if i could request a Docm77 x reader who came from the dsmp and was very close to Ranboo. They left the dsmp after Ranboos death and found hermitcraft. Doc tries to befriend them but he reminds them of Sam and theyre very hesitant, until they start getting along. Reader falls for him and tries avoiding him, but Doc knows better and tries to talk to them. U can make up what u want to happen in the end, but i was hoping for an angst/comfort fic

Healed Wound

Word count: 4633 words

Summary: Leaving the Dream SMP behind to pursue a normal life in Hermitcraft was the main intention of your escape from the living hell that you had lived through then. You thought you can move on, but it seems like wound doesn't heal that easily even by time. Though it seems like certain creeper hybrid, Docm, seems to be willing to help you recover.

Genre: Romantic // Angst with comfort //

TW: Blood mention, wound caused by burn, portrayal of panic attack. (It's kinda dark but with comfort)

Author's Note: We don't talk about the word count so please just enjoy this. I honestly love writing about Dream SMP X Hermitcraft stuff. Both SMP have a totally different vibe from each other and it's always interesting to see interactions between hermits and a Dream SMP member.

A permanent scar on someone's body usually is enough to tell you the kind of person they are in a survival world.

Hardcore players who only live on the edge have scars plastered all over their body from their lack of respawn. Battling against fate every night, they view scars as a trophy for surviving death.

And in some worlds where respawn is possible, scars usually stay when the incident that caused it traumatizes the victim enough that it's physically difficult for them to forget.

And you, as one of the former members and also fighter of the now forgotten Dream SMP and a new Hermit, harbour many scars on your body. Both in your memories and your body.

You had left the SMP just a few weeks after helping the Blood God break Dream, Ranboo (and somehow Connor), out of prison.

You couldn't quite bother with Dream as your main objective was to rescue Ranboo and find out why he was kept there in the first place. You were a figure he often looked up to as you were the first person to help him adjust to the server many many moons ago. You had let him do his own thing after taking him in once again during the final battle of L'manberg.

Honestly you didn't hear much of him after he moved to Snowchester. Which is why there's just too many questions lingering around your head as you wait for Techno to come back out of the Pandora's Box with the Enderman hybrid.

The plan was already carefully crafted, you and Philza waiting for them right by the flank of Pandora's Box while Niki distracted everyone else with a wither on the other side. It was supposed to be easy; Dream is absolutely on board with the plan and following each and every order you gave him down to the T. But with Ranboo, something seems off.

You had held Sam at gunpoint with your crossbow as you screamed at Ranboo to immediately take one of the horses and run away as fast as possible. You had hoped to hear the horse galloping away and were prepared to fight Sam with whatever necessary to let him escape; but neither of those scenarios ever happened.

Pulling your gaze away from Sam for a split second to check on Ranboo, you saw him take off his netherite armour that Techno had given him prior. Throwing the metal gear on the ground, while clutching on a piece of paper in his hand.

You were about to ask him what the hell he thinks he's doing, but Sam had acted faster and taken advantage of your confusion to snatch your crossbow off of your hand, and immediately fired the charged rocket right back to you.

The rest from that point was blurry. You had taken direct impact from a highly explosive rocket shot that even a netherite chestplate couldn't fully protect you from. You were awake, but barely.

Techno took over your place as you coughed on the ground, blood seeping from between the crack made on your chest plate as your skin burns underneath. Looking up through blurry eyes, the last thing you saw was Ranboo's guilty look, a silent plea of apology right to you, before Sam had taken his last life right in front of you and the Blood God.

The next thing you know as you're awoken with bandages all over your left shoulder is Phil and Niki, telling you that Ranboo had died that day with his last life to Sam, and Techno had went on a quest to avenge him with Tubbo while you were unconscious.

A few days after that you had gone through stages of grief. Losing Ranboo right in front of your eyes felt like the biggest failure you could've gotten. He was just a kid- He had been through so much, and his life was taken from him right under your nose.

Sam had done it. The name and the feature of the creeper hybrid as he stabs through Ranboo's chest have been recorded clearly in your mind. As much as you want to catch up to Techno and avenge him, you don't think your mind or body can handle it.

The shot of that one single firework burns underneath your skin. It doesn't necessarily cause you severe pain, but every now and then it spikes up and there are nights where you're forced awake because of the burn it left on you.

Phil was the first to suggest that you leave the SMP. He believes that whatever revenge and punishment you want to befall the creeper hybrid would definitely be fulfilled by Techno and his unstoppable bloodlust. Though as much as the idea feels nice to execute, you're not sure where you would go from the server hub once you left the Dream SMP. You've been there for a long time; you don't really have anywhere else to go.

That is, until an invitation came to you from a hermit outside of the SMP. An invitation to join the Hermitcraft server as they're going to start their ninth season. You were surprised by this sudden coincidence. The hermits are well known across the hall of the server hub, so you're quite surprised to get an invitation, knowing well that you don't really have that high of an achievement in building nor redstone to be able to gain their attention.

Before you can ask any questions or be hesitant about yourself, Philza had shut those thoughts away and encouraged you to join the SMP. He convinced you that even though it sounds a little suspicious, he knows that the hermits are good people, having known some of them prior.

You, just wanting to take a break and leave the Dream SMP behind, put a lot of trust in Phil's words and set off to the Hermitcraft server. Hoping to find a community with less war, less fighting, and perhaps finally living a normal, peaceful life and move on from this mess.

Finally entering the server, you were greeted by the sight of a larger group of people talking to each other excitedly, perhaps, about their plan for the season ahead. None of them seems to have noticed your appearance yet, as they seem to be still happily chatting with each other.

The anxiousness of feeling absolutely left out from the group gets to you. All you do as you wait for perhaps an announcement of some sort to happen, is to clutch on the clothing of the left side of your chest, feeling the everlasting burn somewhat comfort you in this awkward situation.

That was all you do until a voice with a thick accent and gruff tone calls out to you from behind with a simple, "Are you alright, friend?"

You flinched, only gripping your shirt tighter before sharply turning back to face the source, with a nervous smile, you took a sharp breath, "Oh! Uh, right. Yeah, I'm alright, uhm. Sir—"

But through your stammering, your eyes widened as you watched the taller figure who looked before you. The first thing you noticed from him was his green complexity, one which reminds you of a creeper- which, makes it clear that this man (?) Is a creeper hybrid.

Another, creeper hybrid.

Images of Sam flash for a split second then. You were reminded by the Warden's golden armour, gas mask, and his empty raven coloured gaze.

It took you a while, seconds felt like eternity as you snapped yourself back to reality, noticing the obvious differences that the man before you possessed from the Warden.

Instead of gold, he was dressed in white lab coat. The left side of his face seems to be mechanical alongside the right side of his body. And weirdly enough, while you're convinced that he's a creeper hybrid based on his height and skin colour, the goat horn that is growing on his head makes you doubt your guesses slightly.

He seems patient to your response, or rather, lack of, as he watches you try to take all of his appearance in. He knows his size and looks can be a bit overwhelming for a lot of people; but seeing that you haven't run nor scream seems to be a good sign to him to wait for you to process things.

You, on the other hand, were almost ready to pull your crossbow that you currently haven't obtained yet to put yourself on defense. But with enough time and enough self control, you finally brought yourself back to reality and managed to convince yourself that this man is not Sam. And that he won't hurt you the way Sam did Ranboo.

At least, that's what you want to hope for.

So you took a deep breath, clenched your first, before offering the hybrid the best, most polite smile you can mutter.

"I'm alright. I'm uh, just a little nervous. Thank you for the worry. Mister..?"

"Doc. Just Doc is fine." He seems relaxed, and somehow, contended that you've managed to calm yourself to reply to him even though it takes some time.

"I uh, is there anything I can help you with, Doc?" You nervously ask, the hand that was clutching on your shirt now rests firmly on your hip as you hold the ghost of your sword, your instinct never weakened.

"No, not really. But I feel like I should be the one asking you that," he hummed, his eyes seemed to soften slightly with worry, "You seemed to be slightly in pain earlier, clutching on your chest. Do you perhaps have any trouble breathing? Any.. Chronic illness?"

You squinted at his words, feeling slightly offended by the question. Sure you're grateful that he feels concern for you, and perhaps the thoughts that he'd like to help by asking whether you're sick is actually a good thing, you just.. Feel like that's a little bit quick.

He seems to notice your judgemental state before putting his hands up in defense and shaking his head, "Ah- Forgive me. I apologize.. Didn't realize how rude the question must be. I'm just.. Slightly worried about you and was just wondering if there's anything I can do to help."

Help. Right.

"It's.. It's quite alright. Thank you for the concern but I was just panicking a little, you know?" You let out a nervous laugh, shrugging.

Doc is quite an observant individual. He knows you're somewhat still skittish of him and are keeping up guards by the way your hand seemingly always on alert, ready to pull a weapon that you don't own yet. But he's also aware of your backstory and where you're from, so he's willing to be as patient as he can be with you, seeing how even being there seems difficult enough for you.

"I see, well that happens to the best of us. I know it can be a little scary coming to a new place with a bunch of new people you're not familiar with yet," and he smiled. Surprisingly enough, his smile looked really sincere, as opposed to his scary appearance. You suppose that is the first step to trust.

"Actually, if you're not sure on how to start, I can help you set up your base?" He offered, to which, you hesitantly raised an eyebrow. "I mean you don't have to, of course, absolutely no pressure. It's just that if you need any help, I'm willing to lend a hand whenever you need one."

He doesn't seem.. Like he has any further, hidden intention in his words. It feels like genuine honesty in wanting to help you. Something that you haven't seen in many people in your previous server.

So you just thanked him for his offer, saying that should you ever really need any help, he'll probably be the first person you'll come to. Probably. Planning for a far ahead future was not your specialty. Honestly you just want to start off somewhere with a good distance away from everyone and live normally out there.

He nodded. Your acceptance seems good enough. He's not sure whether you'll actually come to him or not; but it seems like at the very least, he's got his intention over to you.

And with that both of you parted ways rather slightly awkwardly after the annual meeting had ended. Everyone began to explore in pairs and groups to gather resources as the first night approached. You, on the other hand, opted to go off to look for stuff on your own, just like how you always do.

You venture up to the North side of the world. Exploring just far enough to not collide bases with anyone who's about to build their giant starter house, you settle in a random tundra biome, finding a slight nostalgic peace from the cold environment.

Weeks pass, and you've managed to build yourself a small cabin with a chimney that regularly breathes out smoke to a far distance. Greenhouse was made, the armory was filled with weaponry, and you're all settled for yet another peaceful, lonely life in the cold tundra.

That is, until someone finds your cabin and are standing right in front of your doorstep as you exit the greenhouse.

It's him, Doc. He seems to be fully geared up already with diamond armour and an elytra. He stood there by your doorstep, seemingly unaware of your approach from the greenhouse as you watch him lightly rubbing his arm.

Creeper can get cold?

"What're you doing here?" After putting down the basket of potatoes to the side and resting your hand at the hilt of your axe, Doc flinched at the surprise before turning to face you with wide eyes.

"Oh my God— you- you scared me a little there," he nervously chuckled, shoulder relaxing as he watched you keeping your distance, waiting for his answer.

"Oh! Right, I'm actually here to uh, check up on you. Xisuma told me that you haven't left your starter base yet and uh, yeah. I'm mostly here to check up on how you're doing."

"That's all?"

"Yes..?"

The two of you spent a good minute looking at each other. You in slight disbelief and him, slightly shivering due to being rather underdressed for the environment.

You were about to tell him that you're doing well, and that you don't quite need any help, but seeing him just.. Standing there in the cold with his armour on doesn't really seem comfortable. You know cold armour can be awful to put on. And considering the distance he might've gone through to get here- You assumed he's been suffering, shivering for a long time.

"Get inside, the fireplace is always lit." You pulled your hand away from the hilt of your axe, an action that he noticed, as you turned you back away from him to pick up the basket of potatoes.

He seems quite.. Surprised, by your invitation. He had expected you to brush him off with formality, but it seems like the sight of a giant creeper hybrid shivering in the cold, tundra biome makes you take slight pity on him.

But he's not complaining! Watching you approaching the door, he instinctively opened the door for you and moved to the side to let you and the basket of potato in, only to follow suit right after you had descended into the kitchen inside the cabin.

"Take off your armour and hang it by the door, don't get snow in my house." You gave him direction as you placed the basket of potatoes onto the small table in your kitchen.

"Oh- Right, thank you." He seems to be still slightly nervous. Is he crossing the line by being in here? You did invite him in, so it should be fine, right? But what if your invitation was out of politeness and he's actually bothering you with your schedule? Doc has never been so parasocial before this, as he just stood there by the doorstep, awkwardly now with his armour off.

"Well, it's a nice place you've got here," he took a deep breath, deciding to break the ice and lead the conversation, since you seem quite focused on cleaning the vegetables you had just picked. "I saw your greenhouse outside, it looks quite lovely with the blue glass. Is it automated?"

"No. I.. Like processing my vegetables by hand," you replied to him while focusing on cleaning the dirt off of a carrot. Hearing his footsteps, you suppose he's just currently walking around your cabin, checking things that are worth seeing. "Besides I don't really know how to build an automated farm. I'm not really.. An expert at redstone. And honestly I doubt I will be in the near future."

From that comment, Doc laughed. Surprisingly a hearty laugh that comes in contrast to his currently freezing body.

"Automated vegetable farms aren't that difficult to create. But I suppose I understand what you mean by it," he looked at the fireplace and the couch near it, turning to look at you for permission, in which you only nod your head at before he let himself sink into the soft surface with a sigh. "I've actually haven't experienced this in a long while."

"Hm?" His last sentence caught you off guard as he seems to have lowered his voice by a note. Looking back to the creeper hybrid who had made himself comfortable at your house, you only watch the fire reflection crackle in his eyes. "What do you mean by 'this'?"

"This, I mean just.. Living, I suppose." He shrugged, leaning back on the couch, "I've spent years in this server, building and creating things never seen before."

"Hunting.. Farming by hand, all of those have become quite a bothersome errand when all you want to do is just.. Break that limit and create something new." He clenched his fist, and opened it, looking down at it with looks that are difficult to decipher from your view. "That's why automatic farms were built. To be rid of those repetitive tasks. Towers that reach heaven to milk whatever the universe gave us and use it to its fullest potential."

He seems to be deep in thought. Has your greenhouse made that much impact on his view in life to the point that he seems to be having a minor midlife crisis?

"Are you calling my farm inefficient and boring?" You laughed lightly, turning your attention back to the vegetables at hand. "I'm no hermit like any of you are, so I suppose it's hard to share views. I quite enjoy the normalcy."

This time, Doc looks at you. Slightly baffled by your sudden chattiness and laughter. It was small; but you laugh. An honest one, it seems.

"I didn't get much of.. Well, this, before. Buildings often come and go in one night. Instead of progressing ahead we were forced to look at the present and always be aware of tomorrow, it's.." you shut your eyes, placing the clean vegetables down as you took a deep breath. ".. Quite tiring."

Silence but the sound of crackling fire sets between the two of you. This was one of the first times you've recalled the old SMP after so long. You're reminded by the constant explosion, the constant fire, and moving from one base to another, it was always filled with running away. Always.

Slowly opening your eyes with a deep exhale, you see that Doc has stood up from where he was seated as he slowly walked over to where you are. Standing right across from you, he offered you that smile again, as he picked up one of the clean carrots.

"Well, cooking all of this by yourself sure is tiring too, won't it?" You exhaled another breath you didn't think was holding, "Do you mind if I lend a hand on this one?"

That was the small start of your, well, friendship, with the creeper hybrid.

Ever since then Doc visited every week or so, coming with small gifts he found or have farmed in his collection of massive automated farms. Everytime you kindly rejected his offer because you don't think you can repay him, he only asked for you to let him help around your greenhouse, by not making it autonomous, but just farming it alongside you, and perhaps stay over for a warm meal served in your cabin that are peacefully hidden away in the tundra.

You don't mind, actually. The pair of helping hands he's given is sure to be welcomed by you. He's been working in your greenhouse for so long he remembered where things are and memorised the whole layout. Not only that, you found yourself growing more vegetables by his constant visit, seemingly wanting to have enough for him to eat when he arrives since you feel like your small portion would never actually fill a man as big as him.

With the overwhelming amount of building blocks you've received, you have plans on perhaps finally building your base. And since you don't feel like asking Doc for more than what he already gave, you find yourself turning to other hermits for help such as Scar, Pearl, and others for building tips. Even to the point that they'd come to visit your cabin and help you first hand.

After weeks of having Doc coming over to your cabin, you've decided that it's about time for you to visit his base instead and perhaps, look around the server some more and check the now existing shopping district.

It became a routine of some kind. One week it would be you visiting him with your very own hand picked vegetables, the next would be him visiting you with some building materials or other items he thinks may be of use to you.

That night was one where you had visited him.

A storm had befall the area in which Doc is working his new project. And you, not being that much of an expert in using an elytra yet after so long not using it, doesn't want to risk flying through the storm and ended up staying by his small camp that he had set up in a small cave near his project.

You thought you'd stay awake through the storm. After all, it's not like you'd let yourself fall asleep somewhere that isn't home. It's unsafe, dangerous, and you'll be exposed and vulnerable.

You're not sure what came over you, but amidst your attempt at staying up, it seems like you had slipped and passed out with your head leaning on your arms by one of the desks at Doc's camp. A view that Doc didn't quite expect to come back to when he finished with his project for the day.

He had never seen you so peaceful before. Asleep, calm, and are away from the world even for a couple minutes or hours.

He would let you be and give you the rest that you're very much deserved (mostly he doesn't want to scare you by waking you up), but looking at how uncomfortable your position looks, he can't seem to find another reason to not take your to a proper bed.

He was about to wake you up, but he noticed the weird, breathing pattern that you're having at times during your slumber.

Your breath seems to have grown heavy and shallow, he can see beads of sweat rolling on your skin as you still seemingly stay unconscious.

Turning your head to the side, he placed the back of his organic hand to your forehead, only to find your cheek flustered red and your temperature slightly burning up.

You were dreaming- or rather, remembering that scene yet again by some bad omen. The fireworks that had blasted your chest burns your shirt right onto your skin, the look that Ranboo had given you that day, the way Sam doesn't seem unbothered by his own actions, it all came back in a flood.

What snapped you awake was the tense feeling of a pair of hands gripping onto your shoulder, shaking you awake, and Doc calling out to your name.

You didn't even realize you were crying until you felt the warm tear sliding down your cheek. You didn't respond to his questions for a few seconds, your hand instinctively crawled up to your chest, right where the firework was exploded, as you clenched your shirt.

Doc called out to you again. This time, you finally look up to him, his words finally registering in your mind as you look at his worried expression,

"Where does it hurt, schatz?" His voice falls a few octaves, you noticed, yet it felt raspier as if he had cried himself. "Please, tell me."

"He shot me here," you finally whispered out. Hand clutching tighter as your knuckles turned white, "It hurts, Doc. It burns every time I remember that place. It burned like a memory every time. But I lived through it, I survived and kept my life despite it. But he didn't."

"He didn't live.. Because I took that hit, he didn't— I should've—"

And he took you in.

Doc was big enough to engulf almost all of you within his arms. Part of him may be metallic, but the humming of the redstone fluid that runs his prosthetic is always warm. Always.

And that warmth melted your heart, and flood came through.

You clutched the back of his coat as you finally let everything out. Through your sobbing you let him know about all the regrets kept inside of your heart. The burning sensation you felt every night on your chest from the wound you received that night. How you often tell yourself that you deserve it because of what happened. That you think you deserve this punishment.

And he listened to it. He holds you firm enough to let you know he'll be there and that he's listening and nothing escapes him. Your secret was heard and your pain was shared. He felt it, as one of his hands carefully rubbed your shoulder where the edge of the burn lay, giving it humming comfort.

"Schatz, listen to me. Please, look at me," he softly called to you. Pulling you away from his chest to cradle your face in his hands as he wiped the tears off of your reddening face. He held you there, pressing your forehead against each other as he helped you breathe by making you match his pattern.

"It was not your fault." He held you, "It never was. Never will be. Fate can often be cruel but you have been through each second of pain it has given you and now you are here."

"You are here, with me. And I will be here with you through it." You cling onto his coat, "I won't let anything harm you and I promise you that. Not even time in the past can do you any harm. I will be here, and I will protect you."

"I love you."

At his confessions, you can only let more tears roll down your cheek as you let him hold you. Perhaps you do deserve to be here. Perhaps you do deserve to live- After all that you have been through. After all the death you had seen. Maybe you do deserve to be here, with him.

And every moon that passes after that night, with him by your side, holding you, loving you and reminding you about how much you deserve to be in the present, you can feel the burn on your shoulder lightened everyday, as the red patch of skin slowly turned light, and the wound have grown into a scar made by the past, healed.

#hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #reader insert #x reader #colewrites #docm77 x reader #docm x reader #doc x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #kind of?#kind of.#anonymous

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fanboo · 1 year

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You have a headache HC’s (all)

Dream

• sends out a group text to not get loud

• “I’ll be right back”

• goes and grabs medicine and something to take it with

• “here hold this”

• carefully carries you to bed and tucks you in

• “I’m sorry your head hurts.” (Soft voice)

• forehead kiss and a water bottle left on the bedside table

• offers to stay with you

• ends up getting in bed with you to hold you in such a way that he could block what little light was left in the room from getting to your eyes

Sapnap

• Yells at everyone to shut up

• Realized too late why that was a bad idea

• Apologizes

• Kisses your forehead then tells Dream to bring you some meds

• Pulls you across his lap and holds you until you fall asleep on his shoulder

• He took his hat off to cover your face from the light

• Falls asleep with you

Georgenotfound

• Tells Dream who gets you medicine

• Is very conscious about how much noise he makes

• Tries to stay quiet

• Talks to you in a soft voice

• You made him ramble and fell asleep to him very excitedly explaining how to code a new mod he was working on

• Despite his size he still managed to get you onto his back and carried you to bed like this

• Tucks you in and kisses your forehead before joining you

• Good nap

WilburSoot

• Jokes on you he has meds in every room

• Just pulls some ibuprofen out of seemingly nowhere and hands it to you

• Turns off all the bright lights and tells you to get on his back

• Carries you to bed like this then tucks you in

• Softly sings you to sleep

• “You’ll be okay love.”

Tommyinnit

• So. Loud.

• Until you tell him to shush bc you hurt

• Gets you the meds you need and makes sure you’re all good

• Takes really good care of you

• He’s just… so soft. It’s so different from his online persona

Technoblade

• Keeps headache meds in his basement due to long hours staring at a screen

• Gives you some

• Asks if you need anything

• Let’s you fall asleep on a beanbag he put in there for you

• Best Pig.

• Blood for the blood god.

• Shut up I’m still mourning.

Tubbo

• Closes the curtains and just gets into bed with you

• It was honestly a really good nap

• He’s cuddly when you sleep together

Ranboo

• They checked if you were sick

• Tis but a headache

• “Here have some of these”

• Gives you meds

• Both of you just go back to existing together after that

• They do occasionally ask how you feel and if you need water

Philza (platonic)

• Bird Boy gets you meds

• “Hydrate child.”

• Literally acts like all dads do when you have a headache

• Tells you stay off your screens for a bit to see if it helps

• “Try a nap”

Karl Jacobs

• He’s so sweet

• Tells everyone to not be too loud

• Gets you some meds and water

• “I hope you feel better soon, I love you”

• Forehead kisses every like five minutes

• You guys fell asleep on the couch

Quackity

• Makes fun of you

• But he’s like nice about it

• “Imagine having a headache, skull issue, L.”

• And yet he teases you quietly

• “You want some Tylenol? Ibuprofen?”

• Let you borrow his beanie

Slimecicle

• Gives you ibuprofen

• Makes loving jokes about your headache

• Picks you up the way dads do their four year old daughters and carries you to bed like this

• Cuddles and forehead kisses

(Hey y’all. Life is lifing. By which I mean I’m 17 and about to graduate. So I don’t know when or even if I’ll post again. I’ll try. But it’s hard.)

#mcyt fanfiction #reader insert #mcyt #dream smp #mcytumblr #ranboo #sapnap #ranboo x y/n #tubbo #tubbo x reader #quackity x y/n #quackity #philza #karl jacobs #dream x reader #wilbur x reader #Wilbur soot #Tommyinnit

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kingsleywrites · 11 months

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You Can't Just Get Rid Of Them!

Tommyinnit x male reader (can be seen as romantic or platonic) Also possibly Tubbo x male reader (can also be seen as platonic or romantic)

CW: swearing

Angst to (slight) fluff

This takes place right as and after Jschlatt banishes Wilbur and Tommy after the L'manburg election.

M/N will be used (meaning male name)

H/N: Horse's name

"I REVOKE, WILBUR SOOT AND TOMMYINNIT'S CITIZENSHIP!" Schlatt's voice boomed and everyone began to panic with a few people punching and shoving Wilbur and Tommy away. M/N stood there, his body slightly shaking. 'This can't be real, no, Schlatt didn't, he wouldn't.' these thoughts ran rapidly in M/N's mind. He looked over at Tommy and Wilbur their faces looked completely devastated and confused. M/N clenched his fists and ran up and onto the podium where Schlatt and his subordinates were. "JSCHLATT!" M/N yelled, he was held back by Quackity. "You-You can't do that! Wilbur founded L'manburg! And Tommy is his right hand! You can't just get rid of them!"

"Last I checked, M/N, I am the president. Sorry emperor." Schlatt said getting closer to him. "No, no you're just a tyrant, hell bent on destroying this nation! We have fought too long and too hard for you to just throw it all away!" M/N pulled away from Quackity, getting even closer to Schaltt. They stared each other down for a few moments before Jschlatt spoke, turning around to face the crowd. "I suggest you hold your tongue or else you'll be joining them. Now get him out of my sight." Quackity grabbed M/N and threw him off of the podium. It wasn't enough for him to die but he sure as hell took a lot of damage. He could hear Wilbur yelling for Tommy to run, M/N wanted to run with them too but he couldn't as much as he hated Jschaltt he had to be here, for his country, his nation, he wouldn't leave L'manburg, not while Jschlatt was in rule, someone had to keep him from doing something stupid. 'Don't worry Wilbur, Tommy, I will find you guys and I will bring you home.'

Later that night

M/n sat on his bed with a bow in hand and a target across the room. He had already screamed and cried that night but he still had some pent up rage, so he was shooting arrows at a target, pretending it was Jschaltt's head. His door opened and he drew his bow, almost shooting it before he saw who it was. "Tubbo! You scared me." M/N lowered the bow, letting his arms relax. M/N could tell how tense Tubbo looked, the male was looking down at his shoes and fiddling with his fingers, M/N let out a sigh. "If it has something to do with Schlatt just tell me so we can get it over with."

"Schlatt wants to speak to you..." Tubbo's voice was soft and calm, probably trying to avoid M/N's outburst.

"HE-" M/N began to yell but stopped himself taking a deep breath and holding his head in his hands, slouching over. "Fine, Where is he?" M/N stood up.

"Follow me." The two walked out of M/N's house and onto the wooden path.

"Tubbo, if this is a trap, just remember that I will kill you."

"It isn't, I swear! He just told me to get you so you two could talk."

The two continued walking up until they reached a big building, they walked inside and began to climb the mountain of stairs, neither of them saying a word. When they get up to the top Tubbo opens up two big wooden doors and they walk inside. "Ah, M/N your here, welcome, welcome." Schlatt motions for Tubbo to go to him, which he abides by, standing beside Schlatt's desk. "What do you want Schlatt?" M/N says, shooting a glare at the man. "No need to be so hostile, I just want to ask you if you're enjoying Manburg."

"L'manburg." M/N puts emphasis on the L.

"Not anymore, you see this great country doesn't take L's, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme with the last President."

"We won our independence away from the SMP you were not there Schlatt you have no right to-" Jschlatt cut him off.

"You lost the war, the only reason why you even have independence in the first place is because Tommy played the hero and gave his dics to Dream."

Schlatt put his arms up and he had a crooked smile on his face. "But that's besides the point." He walked over to M/N, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"M/N you are an amazing fighter, you have the drive that this country needs in its army."

M/N tensed up and somehow he knew exactly what Schlatt wanted.

"I wanted to ask you to be my commanding officer, you will command Manburg's troops as we expand this great country!"

"Work under you? Ha! You're insane if you think I'll command your army." M/N pushed Schlatts hand off of his shoulder and took a step back from the male.

Jschlatt ran his finger through his hair and sighed. "It's fine, sometimes we all need a little bit of motivation." He snapped his fingers and Quackity walked up behind M/N, using one of his hands to grab onto M/N arm and twist it behind him, while his other hand gripped the back of his neck, pushing on two nerves so he wouldn't try and jerk away.

Jschlatt pulled a netherite axe from his inventory and threw it to George who caught it, grabbing Tubbo by the back of his hair and holding the axe to his throat.

"Tubbo!" M/N yelled and tried to run to him but Quackity pushed on the nerves more making his whole body ache and his eyes water.

"So, M/N! You have two options, You can do as I say, and nothing will happen to Tubbo, OR, you can not do as I say and then not only will you be missing Tommy, but you'll have to explain how you got poor Tubbo killed. So what'll it be." Schlatts smile grew and the tension in the air was thick.

M/N stood there dumbfounded. "You wouldn't.." He mumbled, his eyes narrowing. Tubbo took in a sharp breath as he felt the cold axe press against his throat, drawing a small amount of blood. M/N eyes shot over when he heard Tubbo and for a moment the whole world slowed down as he watched the blood drip farther down.

"Tick Tock, M/N I don't have all night, say, how long do you think it takes for someone to bleed out from the neck, a couple of minutes maybe?" Jschlatt taunted M/N. George's grip on the axe tightened and he went to put more pressure on Tubbo's neck before M/N's voice broke the silence.

"Don't! Just stop! I'll do it! Just don't hurt him!" M/N eyes watered as he looked between Tubbo's scared expression and Schlatt's crazed one. Jschlatt snapped his fingers and George took the axe away from Tubbo's neck and pushed him on the ground. Tubbo let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Quackity let go of M/N and he fell to his knees before getting up and running over to Tubbo giving him a bear hug. M/N let go and began to inspect Tubbo's face "Oh my god, are you okay, let me see the cut." He lifted up his head only to see that it had stopped bleeding. "M/N, I'm fine." Tubbo's voice was once again calm. M/N helped him up and hugged him again, Schlatt's voice breaking the comfortable silence between the two. "So, M/N I'll see you tomorrow." His voice was still in a mocking tone. "Yeah, sure, whatever makes you happy." M/N said with as much venom as he could muster in his voice.

"Come on Tubbo, let's go." Despite Tubbo needing no assistance to walk, he kept an arm around the boy, looking back at the three as they left the room. The door closed leaving the room in complete silence. George looked at the axe that was still in his hand, the tip slightly covered in blood. "You were prepared to kill Tubbo, right then and there, correct?" George eyed Schlatt who was looking out of a big window that overlooked the newly renamed Manburg. "I was willing to do whatever it took to get that boy to comply."

"You do know that it was a stupid idea to have M/N join, you know how close he is to Tommy, there's no way that he won't try and steal secrets to give to them."

"Of course I know that I'm not dumb! What I need is to be able to keep an eye on him. How can I do that if he isn't working for me?"

"And Tubbo? You don't think he won't try to communicate with Wilbur and Tommy."

"George, Quackity, I am counting on their betrayal."

M/N lightly dabbed disinfectant on Tubbo's neck, him slightly wincing at the contact. "M/N, you don't have to do this, I'll be fine without you helping me."

M/N got up and threw the cloth he used into a cauldron filled with water to be washed later, grabbing a small bandage. "I know you'll be fine without all of this but, I need to, it's my fault that you have this cut in the first place, if I had just said okay to Schlatt instead of being stubborn then maybe that whole fiasco could've been avoided." M/N sat back down, looking at the bandage in his hands.

Tubbo placed a hand on M/N's. "There was no way either of us could've known what Jschlatt was planning, you can't beat yourself up for that. I'm okay, I didn't die, and even if I did I still have another life. I would have been okay."

M/N looked up at Tubbo, his eyes were glossy but he had a small smile on his face. "Still, I started to fix you up, so let me finish." Tubbo let out a small laugh and lifted his chin, allowing M/N to put the bandage on his neck.

M/N looked out his window and saw how dark the clouds began to look in the night sky. "You should probably start to head home now, it looks like it might rain." Tubbo looked out of the window and nodded. The two stood up and M/N led him to the door, opening it up for him and allowing him to step out into the night. "Hey Tubbo?" M/N called out and the boy turned around. "Thank you... for saying that it wasn't my fault, I really needed to hear that."

Tubbo smiled. "You're welcome." M/N walked up to him and gave him one last hug for the night.

"Stay safe okay?"

"Okay, I will."

The two separated and M/N walked back to his house, glancing at Tubbo one last time as he walked further and further down the path. He closed the door to his house and his smile dropped, he walked over to his chest and opened one, pulling out a glowing netherite chest plate. He stared at his reflection for a moment before putting on the chest plate as well as other pieces of armor. M/N grabbed a cloak that was hanging by his bed and put it on, it hid most of the armor as well as the sword that was at his side. He placed his bow on his back and thunder crashed making him look out to his window. It had already started to rain.

M/N walked out of his house and over to his horse that was shaking its head every time too much water would get on (his/her) face. He untied the lead from the horse's reins and hopped on their back. "Come on, H/N, let's go find Tommy and Wilbur."

The two traveled down the path all the way back to the podium where Tommy and Wilbur were declared banished from L'manburg and were shoved out. "Where did you two go." M/N mumbled. M/N pulled the reins making the H/N turn in the direction where he saw them run. "Hiya!" M/N lightly squeezed the sides of H/N making the horse gallop into the woods. The further that M/N got into the woods the denser the trees got, making it nearly impossible to even walk with his horse. M/N pulled out a lead and tied them to a tree making sure to surround the horse in a bit of cobblestone, just as a safety precaution.

He continued the journey on foot, occasionally looking down at the mud to see if he could see any footprints. As he continued walking he saw a small clearing in the woods. Someone was here. He could see the faint outline of the freshly blown out torches. He saw light coming from behind him but before he could turn around a voice spoke. M/N whipped his head around to see Wilbur and Tommy standing in front of him. "M/N?" Wilbur questions upon seeing the boy. "How did you-?" M/N cut him off by running past him and engulfing Tommy in a hug.

"Oh my god, Tommy are you alright?" M/N stopped hugging Tommy but both of his hands were still on his shoulders. "I'm fine, M/N, but how did you find us?"

"I just took off in a straight line from where you two ran." He said with a small laugh. Wilbur cleared his throat, "So I see you only came here to see Tommy?"

M/N let go of Tommy and hugged Wilbur. "No, I just care about him more."

"It's nice to see you again, M/N."

The sound of thunder and lightning flashed in the sky making the three turn their attention to the rain, which was coming down heavier by the minute. "Let's go inside, before the rain comes down even more." Wilbur suggested. The 3 walked into the small dirt shack, Tommy and M/N sitting on the bed and Wilbur leaning against the crafting table.

"Nice little shack you got here." M/N said jokingly

"Hey! Just because Pogtopia is small, doesn't mean that we aren't a great nation."

"Pogtopia?"

"That's what Tommy wanted to name this, he said it was another name for L'manburg, speaking of, what's going on there?"

M/N put his head in his hands, lightly tugging at his hair. "Schlatt has been in power for not even 24 hours and everything has gone to shit, he claims himself to be the emperor, Quackity and George are his vice presidents, Tubbo-" M/N sighs. "Tubbo is his right hand. He can't do or say anything with that asshole's approval!"

Tommy and Wilbur looked at each other with sorrowful eyes. M/N hands drop, his arms resting on his legs. "Tonight... before I came here, Schlatt he-he tried to kill Tubbo."

"What?! Why? Is Tubbo okay?" Tommy questioned raising his voice in distress.

"Tubbo is fine, his neck is cut up a little, that's all."

"What made Schlatt want to kill Tubbo?" Wilbur asked softly.

"He wanted me to be his commanding officer and command his troops as we quote expand this great country. If I didn't say yes, he would've had Tubbo killed with no hesitation, I couldn't let that happen."

Tommy hugged M/N who hugged him back trying not to let the stress tears fall. "It's going to be okay M/N, we'll be okay, we'll get L'manburg back."

M/N let go of Tommy, though his hands still rested on his shoulders. "Tommy, Schlatt changed the name, it's no longer L'manburg, it's Manburg. He said that this country doesn't take L's. Wilbur, he said that it was a reoccurring theme with the last president."

"What? He-he can't do that Wil, can he?"

"He is the elected emperor, technically speaking, yes."

"And what you're just gonna let Schlatt take your name and rake it through the mud?!"

"My name had been through enough-"

"Well I don't have your name and we don't have any time to waste so if you just let me-" Wilbur was the one to cut Tommy off this time.

"No we won't do that, end of discussion.'

The shack went silent for a moment before Wilbur spoke with a small sigh.

"The rain stopped, I think it would be best for you to start heading back M/N before the sun comes up and people get suspicious." M/N nodded and stood up. "I'll walk you out." Tommy said with a small smile.

The two boys walked out of the shack. The smell of rain was still in the air and in the silence you could hear water dripping from the leaves on the trees.

"I'm sorry about what just happened its just-" Tommy was cut off by M/N placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Tommy, It's okay, you both are under a lot of stress and I understand that fights can break out in stressful moments." M/N had a small smile on his face that warmed Tommy's heart.

M/N's hand retracted from Tommy's shoulder and back to his side, M/N went to walk away but Tommy grabbed his wrist.

"Wait!" The two looked at each other for a moment, Tommy fiddled with the hem of his shirt, his hand still wrapped around M/N's wrist.

"Can-Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." M/N turned around to face Tommy, whose hand never left M/N's wrist, it wasn't a tight grip but it was comfortable enough that they didn't feel the need to immediately move away.

"I-" he paused for a moment trying to form the right sentence. "The reason why me and Wil got into the fight was because, I want to try and get Technoblade on our side."

M/N was stunned for a moment "The Technoblade? You want him, to help us?" Tommy nodded.

"Do you think he'll do it?" Tommy shrugged. "He's a strong fighter and a great strategist, he could be what we need to help beat Schlatt!" A smile grew on Tommy's face as he spoke.

"I'm assuming Wilbur doesn't like the idea of getting the blade to help?"

"They have beef from the past so I think he's hesitant."

"Tommy, I trust your judgment, if you can convince Technoblade, to be on our side, I'll stand by your decision."

"Seriously?!" M/N nodded. "Yes! I won't let you down M/N! I'll convince him!" Tommy had a huge grin on his face and pulled M/N into another hug, which he reciprocated.

"I have to get back Tommy, I do need sleep for whatever the hell happens tomorrow." M/N said with a light laugh, pulling away from Tommy.

"Alright, get some sleep, I'll see ya later M/N!"

M/N walked away, waving to Tommy until he reached the forest.

"Bye Tommy, and good luck." M/N said softly as he turned around, pulling his hood up and walking deeper into the forest.

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Wow! First writing done! I hope you all liked it if you got this far, if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes feel free to comment them, I am open to constructive criticism as I do want to improve my writing.

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toxicruins101 · 1 year

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"I wish I could fucking hate you."

Dream x Male! Reader

Enemies to lovers

Tw: blood, fighting, screaming, crying.

Continue at your own risk.

Dream had always hated m/n, to his voice, to his hair, to his personality, everything about him ticked dream off.

He wanted him dead, once he met him he didn't care about tommy or wilbur, he just wanted to make sure the h/c felt pain.

Everytime he was in a duel with him he never held back, he hit him with everything he had, he wanted to absolutely destroy him.

M/n already had a lot of scars because of Dream, the most obvious one being a giant burn mark on the side of his face from one of the multiple times Dream had thrown TNT at him

M/n had no idea why Dream hated him he only knew he felt the same.

Dreams mask had a large crack, his hands had millions of bruises and a large scar that ran through his chest to his mouth leaving a large part of his teeth uncovered, it was a terrifying sight to most people.

But everytime they fought and dreams mask fell a bit and he could see the large scar he had caused him, he smiled wickedly and fought with no mercy.

It was no secret to the SMP that those two wanted to kill eachother

Infact they didn't really mind it, ever since Dream left all of his plans to go kill m/n there hasn't been any incidents or wars.

Hell even tommy was fine, he was slowly working through what happened at l'manburg but other than that the kid was back to his old, childish ways.

And even thought the server finally had peace

M/n's and Dream's world was being turned upside down

The two men were seen fighting on a large cliff, swords swinging left and right making eye contact as they hit each other with all their strength.

Dream smiled wickedly and hit m/n's sword causing them to clash together

They both mantained eye contact and glared at the other, but..

Dream felt as a slight spark fly in his chest and he was slowly trying to break out of his gaze while looking at the other

His hatred slowly vanishing.

Dream gritted his teeth and gripped his sword tighter and swinged with all his strength

Hitting m/n's sword over and over again

M/n blocked with ease and fought back, but for the first time, Dream was caught off guard, he swiped at his feet and dream fell on his side

M/n pointed his sword at Dreams neck, he noticed Dreams mask fell and forced him to look up at him

M/n could only stare at the man Infront of him

Everything he hated about him now only seemed like a likable feature.

M/n clenched his jaw and gripped his sword tighter and tighter on the verge of tears.

Dream got on his hands and then on his feet grabbing his mask and running away.

M/n only watched as he dropped to his knees letting his sword fall, he looked everywhere minus where the man once stood and started looking for an answer, an explanation, anything.

Yet he couldn't find one, he only looked to the ground as tears welled up in his eyes and made his hand into fists, punching the ground over and over again until his knuckles were messy and bleeding and the dirt below him was denting.

He stopped and fell as he gripped the grass harder and harder stopping himself from crying.

Dream got to his house and as soon as he closed the door he fell into his wall as he slowly lowered down, closing his eyes.

He stayed there for a bit, he opened his eyes and looked down at his hands, covered in scars he earned in duels, duels with m/n

Dreams eyes teared up and he stood up before his legs gave up on him and he had to balance himself on the kitchen counter

He stared at it with wide eyes as tears fell from his eyes, he was searching his brain for anything to explain what was happening

What was happening to him.

He put every scenario possible to the test but none of them fit quite right

He thought about the last option and glared harder as more tears fell.

Love, he was feeling love

Dream gritted his teeth and fell to the floor, his breath started speeding up and he couldn't stop himself from crying a river as he gripped his hair and shut his eyes.

"FUCK!" A loud voice boomed, his, he wanted to scream and destroy everything in his path until it was merely ashes

He hated m/n, he hated everything about him, he wanted to make him regret being born, he hated him and his friends and his life and soul.

He wanted to absolutely destroy the other for making him fall in love

He wanted to scream and punch him till he was bleeding and almost dead from blood loss

Dream closed his eyes as all these new emotions rolled around in his brain as he gripped his hair harder and rolled into himself so no one else could feel his pain but him.

It had been at least a month since their last duel and people were getting suspicious of them

Normally both would have already tried to kill the other multiple times but now everytime the other saw each other in public they just turned the other way and pretended they didn't know each other

Most people weren't having it, if dream and m/n stopped fighting it would mean dream would finally come to his senses again and would start targeting tommy, tubbo and the others again.

So a part of the community came together and formulated a plan so the two would HAVE to fight the other.

They put everything in place and a few days later the plan was in motion.

M/n came to his house tired and angry after a long and stressful day

He turned and were his house should be only stood a large raging fire

He looked everywhere for a way to stop the fire and came across the thing that haunted his nightmares.

Dreams mask.

Dream was going nuts, he looked everywhere and didn't seem to find his mask no matter where he looked.

He was getting pissed off and went outside to look for any place where he might of left it by accident

When he came back his house was in complete shambles

His stuff was gone, his furniture and decorations destroyed and he saw a large mark painted on the wall

It was your initials

Dream stared at the wall in hatred as he opened his ender chest (the only thing that wasn't damaged or robbed into for obvious reasons) and got his armour and axe out

Both men were walking and soon enough the other came into view and they stared daggers at the other.

No words had to be exchanged as the two leaped at the other clashing swords in the middle making sparks fly from the friction.

They both pulled away and stared at the other hatred in their veins

They both ran and started dueling in the middle

Swords going left and right as blows were exchanged

But something was different than last time

This time the blows weren't smooth and planned

They were savage and agressive

Both men staring at the other as tears welled up in the others eyes

They looked at each other without breaking eye-contact

The both of them wanted to get lost in the others eyes but couldn't, they wouldn't and most importantly

Shouldn't

Their enemies, they hate each other's guts that's no lie

They wanted to absolutely kill the other till not even the revive book could bring them back but their emotions and brain were telling them to do everything but.

Their fighting stopped abruptly as their sword clashed a bit above their heads and they both stared at the other

Fear written across the others face, and they could both tell from the others expressions that they were in deep shit too.

They both stayed like that for a while

Part of m/n wanted to drop the sword and run over to Dream

Yet the other part told him to move and stab Dream in the heart

They both slowly lowered their swords and stared at the other

Dream looking through almost closed eyes as tears started welling up at the sight of the man he was apparently doomed to love

M/n looking at him as his jaw became stiff and his eyes widened in terror while looking at Dream

He wanted to go over to the other man hug him and wipe his tears away but mentally slapped himself and tried to break out of his trance to no avail

As his jaw relaxed a bit and he looked at the other his mouth opening slightly, his eyes wide as plates.

Dream only took a step back and raised his arms a bit a a sign of defense

M/n raised his hand towards the other but stopped himself

Quickly he grabbed one of the TNT's on his belt and set it ablaze

As he ran without looking back but he heard the other man running too

He looked down as he ran wanting nothing more than to cry and breakdown onto the floor.

Closing his eyes shut as tears started coming out.

Dream has had enough, if the feelings for m/n weren't gonna leave then he'd just have to do the next best thing

Kill him.

He spied on m/n the next couple of days and figured out that at every afternoon as the sun was about go down he would go to a tall hill and sat down looking at the sky.

Dream would catch himself staring at the other man while smiling and slowly inching himself towards him but stopped himself so he didn't get his cover blown.

He walked to his hiding spot and soon enough saw m/n arrive, he sat down as he always did and rested on his arms as he looked at the sun slowly disappearing and the moon appearing as the stars slowly stared too appear one by one.

Dream stared at the other and wanted to let go of his weapons and join him and sit by his side

But no he had already planned this far he wasn't going to give up now. He grabbed his sword and slowly made his way to m/n

He raised his sword and as soon as he was going to lower it m/n rolled away at the last second, Dream pulled his sword out of the dirt and stared at m/n as he got to his feet.

If he was going to kill him he wanted it to be a fair fight

M/n got his sword out and pointed it at dream, dream did the same thing and both men swung at the other, suddenly it was almost like that day 2 months ago were he first fell in love with the man he hated.

They both fought relentlessly

Both of them were beaten up pretty bad

M/n had a cut on the side of his mouth and one right by his eye with multiple bruises around his face and neck became purple and it slowly stared to tire m/n out.

Dreams mask was long gone and he had multiple little cuts around his face with large bruises on his chin and face, his energy slowly leaving him.

Soon it came to the point were the both of them were beaten and tired but their moves and strength never flattered

Both men were looking at the other and this time no hatred was seen

It was nothing like their other duels

No hatred

No violence

No bloodshed

It was pure silence

As they both now stared at each other in a form of want

Of caring

Of sweetness

Of love

Both men stopped all movement and stared into the others eyes, the moon shining behind them, it's glorious glow reflecting on the skin of the two enemies

Dream let go of his sword and M/n followed suit both taking a step towards the other

Staring at the other with the deepest yet sweetest glare ever

Dream took another step forward and hugged m/n burying himself in the others chest as tears pored out

M/n's instincts were screaming at him to push Dream and run.

But he slowly wrapped his arms around the other burying his face in Dreams blonde locks

Both men pulled away and looked at the other

M/n put his hand in dreams cheek and spoke in a soft voice tears running down his face

"I wish I could fucking hate you."

Spoke m/n in a hushed voice as Dream smiled and nodded pulling the taller man into a kiss as the moon in the background made the scenery look like simple shadows to the blind eye.

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justdsmp1 · 1 year

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⋆ 𝙄'𝙢 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙

Pairing(s): Georgenotfound x Reader

Pronouns: She/her

About:Where a twister game and a blackout bring two people closer.

Word count: 1133

Masterlist

Here I was at Dreams house for a dream smp meet up,it's pouring down with rain.We were just going to chill and play games for the night then have a sleepover,like the little kids we were.I see the door already open and walk into the doorway and peak in

"Hello"I call out,I heard footsteps approach as I fully stood in the doorway,I see Dream with a big smile on his face,I wipe my shoes on the mat and meet him half way.

"Y/n so great to see you,well meet you irl"Dream says,pulling me into a tight hug,I hug him back almost as tightly as him and he leads me in.I see most people on the couches on their phones.

"What's up everyone,I'm here.Sorry i'm late"I wave,everyone looks up and smiles.Karl is first to greet me,hugging me tightly.

"Y/n it's great to see you again"Karl mumbles into my hair.

"Same here Karl"I tell him,pulling away,then have Sapnap greet me.After I had been greeted by everyone.A new person joined us coming from upstairs

"George!"I exclaim,running to tackle him into a hug,it takes him a minute to realise who it was but as soon as he knew he hugged back tighter

"Y/n/n,your here!"George exclaims,spinning me around.I smile brightly at him.

"Alright game time"Dream calls out as people came off the couch to see what Dream had pulled out.On the floor sat a twister mat,my worst enemy.Dream was spinning as George,Karl,Alex,Wilbur,Sapnap and me were playing.It was a big mat for a twister mat.

"Alright Y/n right foot Green"Dream told me,I put my hand on green.

"Should we tell her"Tommy giggled

"See if she can figure it out"Tubbo giggled back

"What so funny boys"I ask them,they start bursting out laughing

"Y/n your hand is on Yellow not Green"Dream tells me

"I'm colourblind you assholes"I tell them,everyone was shocked.

"George is colourblind too,what colours can you see?"Sapnap asks me

"Uh only Red"I tell them,

"Is that why most your merch is Red?"Wilbur asks

"Yeah,pretty much"I reply

"Now can you direct me to Green"I ask,they show me to a green spot and continue on.

After a while it's just George and I left

"Wow two colourblind people beat you guys"I tell them,there were shouts in protest.I look over at Dream who had an evil smirk on his face.He spins the next one

"George,right leg Blue"Dream tells him.George moves his leg over to Blue and realises the position there both in.Y/n on the botton,George on top.

"Clay you bitch"I curse at him,Dream just smirks.He knows how competitive George and I are,especially against each other.A clap of thunder and a strike of lightning hit and the power went out.I'm kinda glad it did as my cheeks are as red as.George finally gives up and stands up slowly,I feel a hand feel for mine and help me up,a strike of lightning lit up the room for a moment to see it's George who's helping me up.I stand up slowly and I zone back in.Candles and lanterns are being placed around it give the room some light.

We head back into the lounge room and sat on couch quietly conversing with each other while Clay finds out when the power is suppose to come on.I wasn't a big fan of blackouts,the thought of not being able to turn a light switch on in an emergency or something panicked me a bit.I can never sleep alone when it's like that.I'm conversing more with Wilbur talking about music and stuff since it is a thing we have in common,we both produce music to our twitch audience.

I feel the feeling of someone staring at me,I look across me and see George looking at me,we make eye contact and stare at each other for a moment then we both tune back into the conversations we were having.

Clay came back in "Hey guys the power isn't supposed to be back on until noon tomorrow since the storm is going to be lasting longer then they thought."Clay informs us

"What are we going to be doing for food,every fast food restaurant will be out"Sapnap asks

"Well I have bread and stuff or crackers or just plain junk food in their that's about it"Clay responds,we nod and Clay joins George and Karl's conversation.Were saving the charge on our phones just in case of emergencies or the power is out longer,as we find it not safe to leave tonight,it may be dangerous to drive through this storm.

We all group up together,its about 11pm,the teens are asleep already from the jetlag,everyone was slowly getting tired.We left them in the lounge room to sleep and walked into the other living space he has,it has a fireplace and books and stuff.I sat next to George on the lounge.Karl and Alex were the first ones out,Clay and Sapnap weren't far behind,Wilbur had gone back into the other room with the teen boys.

That leaves just George and I up.I shiver at the coldness,the fire went out 10 minutes ago.I look at the time from my phone,1:09am it read.I put my phone down and I see George take a breath in like he was going to say something

"Hey,you alright"George asks,concerned about her.

"Yeah just don't like sleeping alone through these blackouts and the time is going so slow"I speak

"I can understand that"George says,he looks deep in thought for a moment then slowly lays down.

"Here you can sleep beside me"George offers,patting the side next to him,I contemplate what to do.I slowly lay down next to him and feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside.His arm wraps around my middle and pulls me closer to him.I feel cozy and safe so I snuggle further into him and soon enough my eyes droop shut.

I feel a flash come over my face as my eyes open but realise it's dark.It must have been a lightning strike.I feel weight over my middle and turn my head to see George there,I blush red but turn onto my other side and snuggle into his chest as it is pretty cold and the heater won't be working any time soon.Might as well use the body heat while I got it.I then hear ruffling behind me then footsteps.I see Wilbur yawning in the doorway of the little living room.

"You fell hard didn't you"Wilbur asks me

"Yeah,I guess I did"I respond,I turn my head back to him and he's still snoring away.I snuggle back in and my eyes close again.This is perfect.I feel him stir after a while and slowly open my eyes to see him already awake.

"Morning"He says,in a morning voice.

"Morning Gogs"I reply,rubbing the sleep out of my eye.I try to get up but stopped.

"Noooo 5 more minutes"George whines.I roll my eyes at him and lay back down.He rubs his hand around my cheek and kisses me.I'm in shock but I kiss him back with the same energy.We slowly pull away

"Red is my new favourite colour"George mumbles

"Dork"I respond as I get pulled closer.

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jambosjester · 2 years

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<> Casino Royale <> Jschlatt Smut <>

heyy you horny bastards it's been a while !!! lifes been busy and i haven't had much time for hobbies like writing uhhh. jschlatt fanfiction. LOLOLOL. anyways, ive been listening to Waking Up in Vegas by Katy Perry on repeat now for the past like 2 weeks and ive been inspired to write something about it. so, enjoy some jschlatt smut in a casino xoxo

You don’t know how you got here. In the span of a month, you had gone from dirt poor, to a filthy rich gambler. You and your boyfriend, Schlatt, only had about a quarter to your names. You scraped through life by stealing food off hotel room service plates. One night, Schlatt had the idea of using the hotel slot machine with the last quarter you guys had. It was a stupid decision, yeah, but you didn’t give a shit at this point. You really didn’t have anything to lose.

So he put the quarter in the slot machine.

The machine clicked for a second, until the pictures started to spin. First symbol the machine stopped on? Seven.

Second symbol? A seven. At this point, both you and Schlatt were shitting your pants.

Third one? Another seven.

You had won the jackpot.

Everything else was a blur until now, in a high stakes poker match, rooting your boyfriend on. He was playing against some of the most world renowned gamblers. This included a man with a scar named Quackity and a man in a hogs head named Techno. Both were extremely handsome and intimidating. You didn’t understand how Schlatt didn’t break under the pressure of just their stares.

The room was deathly quiet, other than the buzz of the lights and the sound of cards being put down. Schlatt took a puff of his cigar, and put his last card down. A wide grin spread across his face, and he stood up.

You had no idea how to play poker, or if he was winning until now. He shook the two other men’s hands, exchanged information with the dealer, and whisked you away into the limo. That’s where he told you.

“Babe,” he let out a sigh and a chuckle, “we just won 8 million dollars.”

“WHAT?” You screamed and laughed in joy. Hugging him in a frenzy, you could feel him smile into your neck. God, he was the most perfect guy in the world.

When you two returned home, Schlatt popped open a bottle of champagne for the occasion. Clinking glasses, you sat on his lap while drinking and enjoying the view of your glitzy and over the top penthouse.

You had felt his hands on your waist but thought nothing of it, just enjoying yourself in the moment. That was until he started to move you ever so slightly on his crotch, with his head in the space between your neck and shoulder. He puffed lightly, trying to gain friction from the small movements. You caught on pretty early, letting him move you back and forth with ease. You dipped your head down, kissing his horns gently. He growled, and stopped moving you. Instead, he bounced you onto his now hardened length twice. You gasped and moaned in surprise.

“Babyy,” you whined, “Please.”

“Please what?” He chuckled and kissed where his head layed.

“Pleasee, fucking rail me Schlatt..”

“At your command, my love..” He flipped you over at the sound of your begging. Biting and sucking at your neck, Schlatt left multiple hickies in his wake. He ground into your waiting heat, leaving you wanting him inside you. Real bad. You could feel his entire length against your folds, and it drove you crazy.

“Schlaaaatt,” you whined, “Please, fuck me…”

“Fine, needy brat..” He bit your neck hard and you whimpered. At the same time, he started to unbuckle and pull down his dress pants. You ran your hands over his chest, separated by his shirt and tie. You thought it was extremely hot, getting fucked while he was still dressed in his suit. Shuffling slightly, you rid yourself of the dress you were wearing. When you looked back at Schlatt, he had his head tilted back while jerking off slowly.

The sight almost made you cum on the spot.

You grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him passionately. He layed you both back down onto the couch and lined his throbbing cock up to your entrance. Entering you in one fluid motion, you both screamed out each other's names. He wasted no time pounding into you, shaking the whole bed. He whispered dirty thoughts into your ear between every thrust.

“Fuck… My petite little trophy wife.. So tight and submissive for me..”

You were coming close to your high, and could feel that he was too. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and grabbed his horns. He cursed, and shoved himself as far as he could go inside you. Screaming as you came, he gave shallow thrusts to allow his cum to reach as far in your womb as it could go.

“Fuck… You’re so amazing..” He gave gentle kisses to your newly formed hickeys and bites, coming down from his orgasm.

“Haah, I love you so much, Schlatt..” You breathed heavily, already drifting off to sleep.

“I love you too, Y/N.. Sleep well.” He gave one final kiss to your forehead and spooned you from behind. At some point, he fell asleep peacefully as well.

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