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bethsvrse · 5 months

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general daring headcanons with quackity 😻?

DATING QUACKITY HEADCANONS

PAIRING Quackity x streamer!reader

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

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

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

He’s very touchy in private though

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

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

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

He would always watch your streams no matter what

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m actually going to murder you Quack”

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

Chat freaks the first time they heard Quackity call you that

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

Most of them were super cute edits

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

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

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

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

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cherrynwinesk · 9 months

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

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kayschariot · 1 month

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Dreams pt . 2

SMUT WARNING

(Quackity x Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.” he sighed. “For what?”

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

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

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

“Please.”

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

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

(fucking dumbass)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn take me on a date first.”

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

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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eclipsedzs · 1 year

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dancing w quackity at a party??

maybe like the song reloj by rauw alejandro

idk like a spanish song

ITS FINE IF U DONT WANT TO😭

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗚𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦𝗘𝗗 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ VOLUME QUACKITY

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Genre: ✓

Paring(s): Quackity x Fem!Reader

Summary: Experience a night of drinks and dancing

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

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

♫ ― ♫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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stonermujer · 4 months

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Oral with Alex

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

-Paring: Alex x fem!reader

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

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

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

“Tell me what you want my love.”

To say he was whipped would be an understatement.

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

“Want you to taste me.”

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

“So pretty.”

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

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

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

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

“I’m gonna cum.”

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

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faeyrs · 5 months

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hey girl you are so transgender

#fan art #digital fanart #quackity #dream smp #dsmp #las nevadas quackity #las nevadas #c quackity #cquackity #c!quackity #dsmp quackity #dream smp fanart #dsmp fanart #fem quackity #fem cquackity #transfem c quackity #transfem cquackity #victoria��s art

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ale-nose · 26 days

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

just ignore this if u think this is stupid 💀

hiii tysm for the request💕.

addicted?

Sapnap x reader

I feel like it would go like this:

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

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

sapnap: “say addicted after everything thing i say”

y/n: “okay”

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

y/n : “addicted”

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

y/n: “addicted”

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

y/n: “addicted”

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

y/n: “addicted”

y/n: “WAITTT BRO”

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

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

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

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

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peachupichupeach · 8 months

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Karmaland doodles ^^

can you tell i like luckity

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florvaine · 2 months

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Mercy, my Dearest. | Q!Quackity

q!quackity/d!quackity x fem!reader

genre: angst-ish, general.

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

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

Quackity had been having reoccurring lucid dreams. Or nightmares.

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

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

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

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

It would always come back to this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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