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MCYT HAVING A CRUSH • HEADCANONS

A/N: I write for Foolish and Punz now too, everybody cheered! Here’s some (really specific, too!) headcanons on how they would act when reaaallyyy crushing on someone… Any way, please keep sending me requests! May take a while for me to write them, but hey, I’ve been feeling really excited about writing lately 🫶🏻 My next, or one of my next, uploads will be a full-length little fiction piece of Dream having a crush, sooo we’ll continue with this crush theme… 👀

DREAM:

If you were a streamer yourself, he’d definitely gift subs on each stream of yours. Let’s be real, he wouldn’t settle for 20 gifted subs, make it a 100. Sometimes he’d donate and attach messages with them such as “hey nice stream you got there” or just straight up “(sugar) daddy dream is here”. UM, RIP CHAT. AM I RIGHT? Knowing him, it’d be an unnecessarily large amount of money, but he just wants to see the stunned look on your face and hear you thank and praise him for his generosity like no other. Man’s smiling so hard at himself and feeling a little prideful for being able to spoil you like that, in front of thousands of people watching too, and thinking if only he could spoil you as more than a friend.

Giving you piggyback rides! Or more like demanding to give you piggyback rides… Dream would give off such cocky energy when he’d get to carry you on his back, though. Like you were royalty and he was your carriage. I can just imagine him walking around piggybacking you and someone asking him for a favor, to which he’d reply “I’d love to but I’m kinda busy here, and my hands are kinda full so…” and gesture at you on his back and his hands supporting you. You’d hurrily try to climb off of him, to which he’d just yelp a little “no!” and then proceed to throw you a reassuring smile over his shoulder, silently telling you he likes having you so close to him.

Yeah so, those little acts of service are it for him. He’d feel the urge to spoil you, as stated before, and this side of him would strongly come out if you ever were to shop with him around. If you ever wanted to even look at an item, you better do it quick and not let him see. Because the moment he sees you looking a little too hard at or twiddle with something you’re considering buying, he strides over to you and starts asking “you want it? ‘Cause if you want it, it’s yours” and you can already see him taking out his credit card. And before he even gives you time to think, he has already bought it for you. Damn, he’d buy the whole store for you in a heartbeat if you asked. So, better not even joke about it to him…

You know the really cheesy move guys pull when they yawn and stretch and lift up their arm and then put it over their crushes’ shoulder? I feel like Dream would be so guilty of attempting that, successfully attempting that. He’d make it super playful though, he doesn’t want to scare you away, in case you wouldn’t feel the same way about him. After successfully getting his arm around you, he’d blissfully sigh “ah! This is nice, or what?”

He’d make playlists, for himself. And they’d be public for everyone to see. Nothing weird about that, right? Or at least at first, there was nothing exceptional about them, or so did everyone thought, until later a few fans pointed it out that, maybe coincidentally, the first letters of each track spelt out your name. Totally not a coincidence for Dream, even though that’s what he tells to the curious public: it’s all a coincidence. He wouldn’t be afraid to make his crush on you obvious to the world. Because no one would know just how serious he was about it, instead he’d just play it off as playful banter between two close friends. It’d be just for him to know that he did it out of true affection. Maybe someday for you to know as well, he hopes. But for now, he settles for playing it cool and laughing off the people online freaking out.

Even more of being close to you. Like in forms of giving you massages. Yep. He’d sneak up behind you and just start massaging your shoulders. In a totally friendly way. Or so he hopes it seems like, because again, he doesn’t want to scare you away. So a friendly massage. And who are you to turn down a free massage? And so he’s massaging away and relishing in getting to be close to you again. He’d get super into it though and probably make a few dramatic “Ohh! Ahh! Oh yeah!” sound effects of his own. He’d ask you then “you feel good now?” You know damn well that Sapnap would fight the urge to ask Dream does he like making you feel good.

SAPNAP:

Congrats, now that he’s (still secretly) hardcore crushing on you big time, you have a hype man of your own (that’s him). If it came to video games and watching you play them, he’d (sometimes lewdly) comment on every move you’d make in the game, such as “you’re so fucking good at that. You know what being around a good player, who’s also hot, does to me”, he’d scream “YEAH!” a little too loud whenever you’d win. Others hearing it will point out his constant praise with a “yeah, we get it already” to which he’d mumble a quiet “shut up” and bite back a smile. Like Dream, he just wants to like you loud and proud, but not give it away that he’s actually being serious and doing more than just platonic flirting. He also finds you being skilled attractive, no matter how small the said skill is. Even when it comes to mundane things, he’s still rooting for you. It could be something as simple as cooking with him and his need to praise you would get triggered by something as simple as you working a blender perfectly. Yeah… He cheers and claps when you’re done blending and then explains himself when you question what got him so excited, “n-no, nothing, it’s just that, that can be pretty tough, y’know? Especially avoiding spillage. Dream usually doesn’t know how to do it the right way so-“ “Yes, I do!” Dream would interrupt and yell from the living room. Sapnap just hopes he shuts up so he doesn’t blow his cover. He knows that Dream knows damn well how to use the blender, but in his eyes you’re just superior at everything, so even if it takes throwing Dream under the bus to make you feel superior, he’ll do it.

Okay, so, he loves praising you but he also likes hearing you praise him. He’d trick you into it though by asking you questions such as “don’t I just look so good today?” or “do you like this new hoodie I bought?” You’d have no choice than to agree and tell him that yes, he looks nice. It literally has him falling asleep with a smile on his face that night, wishing that the more you tell him that, the more you’ll also convince yourself that he is indeed pretty cute, and hot, and handsome, and all that. He’d do anything to convince you that he’s the most handsome thing you’ll ever see. 

God help him if you’d ever talk to him about someone other than him, any other guy. Yeah, his heart would break a little, but it’d also make him super competitive and, well, petty as hell. You could even harmlessly compliment Karl and he’d instantly get into a “but I’m better” mood. And that’s also exactly what he’d ask you, “but he’s not as cute as me, right?” You’d be taken back a little and tell him that “I think there’s no reason for that,” which should be enough to reassure him and his petty mood, but he’d just pout and grunt back “we’ll see about that.” He can’t sometimes stand anyone else than him hearing those compliments from you, especially if he was in a grumpy mood to begin with. Talking about compliments, he’d also learn any skill just to impress you. And to be better than everyone else. Simp behavior…

He’d also be sooo whiny. He’d use that whiny tone to convince you. Trying to convince you to stay over at his house for a little longer. Or trying to convince you in voice call to play one more round of a game with him on stream when you’d have million of other important things to do instead. He’d talk in that tone only for you, but he wouldn’t really care if others heard him. Usually if any of the boys would hear him, they’d definitely gag at his sweet talk. All in good fun, of course. If you were to deny him and his attempt to get you to join his team for just one more round, he wouldn’t stop whining for the majority of the stream nor the call. 30 minutes later and you can still occasionally hear his voice whining, “whyyyyy? But why would you say ‘no’? Pleaseeeee....” aaand cue to Karl gagging. 

Sapnap would be so slick when it comes to spending more time with you, or initiating to spend more time with you. He’d ask you “hey, do you remember when we went to that arcade?” and you’d be a mess of confusion because, you have never been to an arcade with him, so you’d tell him with a nervous laughter “no? I don’t think that ever happened” to which he’d smirk at you and say “well, should we make it happen?” And that’s how he took to you an arcade. And to many other places. He pretends they’re dates. But shh, that’s a secret. He wouldn’t want to ruin a great friendship. He just hopes you like the slick ones if he ever was to ruin it.

Letting you borrow his hoodie and then claiming that you can keep it when you try to give it back to him? YES. This actually would happen with a couple of his hoodies. Very gentleman-y of him. You wouldn’t even have time to finish your sentence about how cold it is outside, when he already is handing you his hoodie. You’d go through the bickering back and forth of him insisting that you put it on and that he’ll be fine without it, that he’s not cold at all, and you telling him that he doesn’t need to give it to you. He knows he doesn’t, but he wants to. So let him, please. Let him enjoy the cute view (he secretly enjoys) of you in his clothes. Later on he then tells you to “just keep it”, because he has ‘plenty of hoodies anyway.’ Oh boy, he just hopes you wear it around him sometime…

Sooo quick to defend you. Sometimes it’d be a little unnecessary how strongly he’d react, but he feels that it’s now (that he’s absolutely smitten by you) in his blood to defend and protect you from anything that could make you feel bad about yourself. It could be something as simple as someone pointing out that you bite your nails as a bad habit and Sapnap would open his mouth and tell them “bro, stop. Leave them alone.” Everyone would be a little stunned and tell him to calm down, to which he’d mutter “yeah, whatever”, but no, he wouldn’t let himself calm down just yet. For the remaining of the day he’s on high alert, ready to defend you some more.

GEORGE:

My God, he’d get so giggly and blushy around you. He’d definitely argue back that no, he doesn’t, but he does. Just hearing you laugh, he’d start laughing and giggling along, even when he’d have no clue what’s so funny and what exactly it is that you’re laughing at. And the blushing! If anyone was to point out the blush on his cheeks, he’d just shake his head, roll his eyes and assure that no, his face is not red (while he is visibly red). At his weakest, he wouldn’t even be able to look at your way without blushing. How much longer exactly will he be able to hide his feelings like that?

Sometimes when he’d feel extremely bold and brave, he’d take things to Twitter. Or someone would do it for him. What I mean is that, George would look up or come across a video of let’s say, two cats cuddling or kissing, or whatsoever, and tag you and tweet “Me and you?” Twitter has a meltdown. Meltdown is an understatement. Maybe he’d get cold feet almost immediately and delete it before too many people would see it. (Too bad that there’ll still be hundreds of screenshots of it.) Sometimes someone else like Sapnap would instead tag you and George in a similar tweet and say “this @y/n and @GeorgeNotFound???” Yeah, you may be blind to the massive crush George has on you, but Sapnap isn’t…

Filming totally pointless TikToks with him... Yeah, they’re pointless and it’s his ideas that usually are just causing confusion amongst anyone watching them. There’s no plot, just vibes. But he can’t ignore how happy and comfortable he feels with you even on camera, even when you’re doing some stupid TikTok dances. And in a way, he also gets to show off your friendship, he wishes it was more than friendship, to the world. So yeah, most of the time they were spontaneous clips that we’re just filmed in the heat of the moment, a little humorous, definitely chaotic. What anyone watching would see on the screen is just two friends hanging out and having fun, but it’s totally different from what he feels. And he totally plays them back and watches them alone afterwards, smiling at his phone, smiling at you on his screen. And then checking you out a little bit too, “wow…”

Sure, he’s able to gently joke around with you, but then somehow end up feeling a little bad for it. He could offer you a snack and ask you “you want this?” and when you’d say yes, instead of feeding it to you, he’d instead eat it himself and laugh at you “hah! You can’t have it!” Soon he’d start feeling bad for you, even though there definitely was no harm done with that little prank, but he feels bad enough to go above and beyond to get you your own snacks that no one can steal away from you, not even him. He’d present them to you with a “woo-o! Look what I have!” and wow, he’d be so red in the face again when you stare at him with your mouth agape in surprise and ask him “you did this… for me?”

Whenever someone in the room told a joke, he’d always look at you first to see your reaction, your smile, your laugh in response. That’s such an adorable little habit he has formed now that he has a crush. For him, seeing you happy and content comes first. He’d also laugh at pretty much anything you’d say. Maybe it’s nervous laughter, for how he always feels a bit nervous around you. You could be saying the most normal things, such as “I took a walk today,” and he’d burst out laughing at that. Yeah, don’t even ask... He thinks laughter is the way to your heart, as dramatic as it sounds.

But he’d also have that side of him to be loud and… annoying around you. Maybe it’d be to keep your attention on him, to keep him on your mind at all times, even when he’s not with you. So he’d find the most bizarre ways to find his way into your days. Like, prank calling you out of nowhere. He’d call you and when you’d pick up, he’d just scream down the phone and then hang up. So romantic… But then he’d get you to call him back, to ask him if he has something to actually tell you, and then manage to keep you on the phone for an hour, just chit-chatting about nothing in particular. After you’d tell him that you have to go, he’d shriek at you “nooo! But I am so bored! Don’t leave me die of boredom! And what would you do without me then, hmm? What’s even more important to you than talking to me right now? Are you scheming to get rid of me? ‘Cause you won’t!”

He’d usually turn to you for advice, he really trusts you to not screw him over. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re a savior and an angel in his eyes. You could give him the worst advice and he’d still blindly follow it, just because it’s advice that came from you. And in his eyes, you could never be wrong about anything. He could text you “should I get a haircut?” and you’d tell him “sure but it’s really up to you?” and yeah, he knows it’s up to him but at least he got an opinion from you so he just texts you back “yeah I guess :]”. You best believe that he goes ahead and gets the haircut, that you technically agreed with, and only hopes you like it.

KARL:

When Karl is crushing on you, he’d be genuinely offended if you did stuff without him. Stuff that usually the two of you would do together, like watch anime, or cartoons. Or any TV -show. He’d ask you if you’ve seen the newest episode of an anime you’ve both been hooked on that just came out a few days ago, thinking that it’d be nice if you could watch it with him, but when you’d tell him that “yeah. I watched it last night,” he’d let out a frustrated sigh and tilt his head back in annoyance and tell you “nooo! I really wanted to watch it with you! Now, why would you do that and watch it without me?” Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you, but he was really hoping he could’ve made it your thing to keep up with that anime together. So yeah, he’s a little annoyed you’d watch it without him. He likes the nights when you’re both cozy on the couch, watching it, commenting on every plot twist. Big sigh.

He’d talk to you, like a lot. Even when there was nothing to talk about. Because, in his (secret) opinion, there is always something to talk about with you. He makes conversations out of anything just to get to talk to you. You could be sitting with him in his room, looking out the window, watching birds fly by and he’d just ask you “what’s your favorite bird?” and then smile at you like he didn’t just ask the most random question and like he actually doesn’t genuinely seem interested in knowing the answer. Because he does. Well, you’d end up talking about birds, flying, nature.... and he is so happy. Because all that matters is that he’s talking to you.

He’d insist on making secret handshakes with you, that no one else knows and can learn except than you two, and then feeling so proud about them afterwards. He’d remember them even after a long time, you’d ask him how does he still remember and he would just blush and stutter, “I- it’s just kind of special. Of course I remember.”

Okay, so... Fan-fiction. He’d definitely read the fan-fictions people would write about you (there already are shippers out there, even though he has not admitted crushing on you). Maybe that’s adding fuel to the fire when he’d read them on stream. Bad idea? Maybe... He’d put so much effort into the reading, making it all feel as real as possible, voice acting to the best of his ability and all. It makes chat question though, why is he so into it? And why is he giggling every five seconds? Any possible kissing scenes... He would not even skip over them, but instead he’d make literal kissing sounds into the mic... Someone stop him.

For some reason, I can imagine him casually showing up when he knows you’re around in a shirt that says something like “if you’re reading this, I have a crush on you” and look out for your reaction. Well, yeah, you read it, and so did everyone else that talked to him that day. You laughed it off and joked that “everyone already knows that he’s a homie hopper” and so did everyone else. He’d dream about the day he could eventually confess his crush on you and also tell you that he has actually told you about it way before, and when you’d confusingly ask him when did that happen, he’d tell you that “you read my shirt, that one day when you called me out for being a homie hopper, didn’t you?” And then it’d all click.

Aww, you’d get to model for his merch! He’d ask you, no, he’d beg you. Is there really anything he’d enjoy more than seeing you in his brand new merch, before anyone else sees it? And have those pictures plastered all over his social media accounts and website? No way. Between every shot he’d take of you, he’d giggle and mutter a little “perfect”, his eyes gleaming and cheeks blushing. Every minute he’d resist the temptation to tell you how perfect you really look, because 1. he doesn’t want to get too sappy now, and 2. he still has a secret to keep... Yeah, he’s crushing on you harder than ever after that.

Whenever there’d be a group gathering and not enough seats for all of you... do I even need to say it? This man would immediately get up and give up his seat for you. A few hours later you’d call over to him, “Karl, you’ve been standing for two hours now. Don’t you want your seat back already?” and he’d shush you with a “nonsense! I’m a big man. What’s a few hours more!?” Actually, he’d give up on everything to share with you if you needed, like earbuds. Or food. Anything. If nothing, it’s always the seat he saves for you or gives up for you. 

QUACKITY:

Mostly you would play Minecraft or Roblox with him, if you’re into it. And oh man, he’d enjoy that a lot. He would not leave you alone even in the game, he’d follow your character around for the majority of it. You’d turn around in the game and boom, he’s right there on your tail. He’s actually been there the whole time. When it’s not only you and him, but also other boys in the game and in the voice chat, he’d sometimes just... act like it was just the two of us talking. Listen, he’s not rude like that, but he just really likes talking to you. You just get him, he’d think. And sure, you have a similar sense of humour. He likes. He’d crack so many jokes and funny remarks throughout the whole game. Just trying to be the funniest person in the call for you. Every time someone else, like George, would laugh at his joke that he told to you, he’d shut him down with a “bro, the fuck? That joke was obviously meant for (Y/n). You weren’t supposed to get it.” All in good fun, again. He just likes having his moments with you.

Phone calls! So many phone calls. He just wants to talk to you and hear your voice. Isn’t that sweet? When it’s time to hang up, he’d tell you “ah, I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?” and you’d agree, thinking that he’ll call you again in a few days. But he calls you exactly a minute later. You’d pick up and he’d excitedly tell you “I said I’ll talk to you again soon, didn’t I? What do you mean this is ‘too soon?’” 

Would, gently, make fun of you. This doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Maybe he’d try turning the tables a little bit, when people online would get a little suspicious of his sudden fondness towards you, he’d make it seem like you are actually the one crushing on him, and not the other way. Maybe that would be also a way for him to test the waters a little bit, to see how you’d react to the thought of it. He’d just make ridiculous posts online, like tweeting a poll that says “Is (Y/N) down bad or down good for me ?? Idk about you guys but they seem a little obsessed lately” or post a picture of the two of you and caption it as “after this picture was taken (Y/n) told me they like me 😳” (You definitely didn’t and the people online seemed to side with you).

The words “I like you” has actually come out of his mouth a few times around you. In a friendly way. He knows he does like you, definitely as friends, but also definitely as more than friends. But for now, liking you as a friend is the most he can do and he wants to seize it. It was when he has done a nice favour for you or given you advice on a tough situation that’s been bothering you, when you’d thank him for what he did for you, he would reply with a “yeah, of course. I fucking like you, and care about you, so..”. It was a friendly reminder and affirmation and that’s how you perceived it. So he does tell you sometimes, not just in a way that it’d make you realise he likes you more than as a friend.

So, back to him gently making fun of you, or mocking you, he’d imitate you, your gestures. I can imagine he’d pull that with any of his friends, but you are definitely not safe from that. He’d know the limits though, he’d know not to be too harsh, but you know, from spending so much time with him and the others, you’ve kind of grown into it that there’s a lot of joking around and poking fun at each other. He’d also comment on your height, like so much height talk! If you were shorter than him, then bless you, he’d love it. Always teasing you, using you as an arm rest or asking if you need a ladder. Or you could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d tease you, “what? Do I make you nervous? You have a crush on me or something?” Orrrrr you could accidentally just mispronounce a word and he’d never let you live it down. Just reminding you of it and repeating it back to you like a parrot. But, don’t take any offence, it’s just his love language.

He’d make over-the-top fan-cams or edits of you, and purposefully make them as ridiculous and exaggerated as possible. Usually he’d also include himself in them. Making sure that everyone knows that he is your #1 shipper, but also at the same time not wanting everyone to figure it out that he’s got it bad for you. He’d put them up on Twitter regardless. You’d reply to him “wtf ???” and he’d just reply back to you “😎😎 😎” He’d dare to be more bold and confident online. And I know what you’re thinking, Alex shy in real life? Well, around you, yes, a little. But online, he’d be thriving, tweeting unhinged things at you, or of you.

He definitely has some gentleman-y in him. He’d express that by, for example, offering to carry your things for you. You’re carrying a rather heavy looking bag? “I’ll take this,” he’d just announce and snatch it out of your hands. You don’t have anywhere to put your phone or keys? Swoop, same thing, but they’d go in his pocket. A few times fans has gotten glimpses of him emptying his pockets for you and handing you back your phone and other little essentials, and it was a pretty adorable sight.

WILBUR: 

I mean, the way he’d even look at you gives it all away, it’d almost be a little intimidating. But he can’t help it. The way he listens to you talk and then smirks at himself, glancing piercingly at you, occasionally glancing down at his lap trying to hide his lovey-dovey smile, trying to collect his thoughts, because God, he thinks you are so adorable. I feel like his eyes can tell more than a million words could. It’s just too bad you haven’t figured out the real emotions behind his eyes.

He’d memorise pretty much every little habit of yours, no matter how little, and then slyly smirk at himself every time he’d catch you doing them. One of those days, he’ll definitely tell you that he has taken notice of them. You’d be caught off guard and ask him “you really notice them?” and there comes that smirk on his face again, as he just nods with a quiet “yeah” and then carries on the conversation like nothing happened. But not without adding on that “it’s really cute”.

A little cliche, a little predictable, but he’d definitely all of a sudden start writing down some new mysterious, a little mushy, song lyrics... He’d run them by you and ask if they’re any good, you’d then end up asking him the important question, “who is it about?” (because, how could you not ask when it’s literally a love letter in form of a song?) and he’d sigh and say it’s about “unrequited love”. You’d leave it at that, not wanting to intrude too much, since he looks and sounds so vulnerable. He’ll wish you would’ve intruded a little more though, since he literally wrote it about you, his crush! He just doesn’t leave it at one song, but writes a couple of them. All of them about you. He dreams of being able to play them at a gig, with you in the audience, telling you they’re all about you right before going on stage... Someday, he sighs.

As a person, and especially as a person who’s really crushing on you, he would be keen on sharing every little detail with his family and close friends. So, some of his family and friends would be aware of how he feels towards you. He trusts them not to spoil the secret and hey, he could never keep his mouth shut when it comes to talking about you anyway. Sometimes while hanging out with you, he’d keep checking his phone and just smiling at it, occasionally typing long paragraphs, or so it seemed to you. You’d wonder if it’s about something you said, or if there’s someone special texting him, someone who he really cares about and really wants to talk to instead. But actually, it’d be him blowing up his friends’ phones, telling them how adorable you’re being right now. He’d be doing the whole keyboard smash thing as well. That’s how gone he is for you.

Boom, his energy and happiness levels would suddenly rise whenever you’re in the room. He’d feel super playful too, like sneaking up behind you and then whisper “boo” in your ear in a low tone, trying to playfully frighten you, and when you’d turn around to face him, you’d come face to face with the brightest eyes and smile you’ve ever seen. He’s like the happiest he’ll ever be when he’s around you. No matter how many times he has already done that, he does it almost every time he catches you alone in the room. It had almost became your thing now. You’ve learned not to get as frightened anymore as you used to, and he has learned how much he really likes getting to come so close to you and getting a reaction out of you, whether it’d be you scolding him for scaring you again or laughing at his antics. 

Strumming something on his guitar for you. I know, again, very cliche, very cheesy, very romantic, very predictable of him, but no, he doesn’t do that just for anybody. But you’re very special. (Even though you don’t know how special yet). And to spice things up a bit, he’ll make it a little more lighthearted, he’d literally play you memes, or vines. Yeah, for example, you know that “I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” vine? Mayyyybe he’d replace the word ‘bitch’, with some platonic pet name, if he was feeling generous, lol. But yeah, just not to make things seem too serious, he’d try to make you laugh with those amusing private performances, and also try to flex a little with his guitar playing, of course. If you’d admire him in his element, strumming away on his guitar, a little too much, he’d get super cocky and yeah... Cocky Wilbur is a whole different breed.

Everything you’d ever feel embarrassed about, he’d embrace it. He’d never let you dwell on something embarrassing that happening to you for too long. If you’d totally mess up your words, or stumble and fall over, or be caught talking or singing to yourself, he’d reassure you that he finds it “very cute” and not embarrassing at all. In some situations, if you’d mess up and embarrass yourself in front of a lot of people, or in public, he’d intentionally mess up with you, just to take the attention away from you and make you feel better about it. You’d fall over? He’d make himself trip too. You’d bump against a glass door? He’ll be right there behind you to walk into it as well. He’d just never let you feel like there’s ever anything worth feeling too embarrassed over and, in his thoughts, how could anyone as adorable as you even be embarrassing? If anything, it’s just cute.

FOOLISH: 

Oh man, he’d be an awkward one at first when he’d realize his strong feelings towards you, but he does get a lot smoother with time. And, he’s trying his best, okay.

He’d also be someone who would find it very important to make you laugh lots, be an entertainer just for you. Because he doesn’t think there is anything more attractive than someone he’s able to laugh with over the most ridiculous things, things that always wouldn’t even make sense to others. And yeah, also seeing you laugh is attractive to him, even more attractive if you’re laughing at a joke he made. Basically just whenever you’d be hanging out, it’d be an ongoing urge for him: must make you laugh. Sometimes it’d be him just squatting down to your level and starting to make random noises in your ear. That’s literally his sense of humour... And it’d be even more hilarious for him, if you’d do the same back to him. The most random noises he could think of, chirping, squeaking, beeping.... anything. Or suddenly starting up a game of tag with you, running around chasing each other, and the only way to tag each other was to tickle them. He’d squeal and wiggle like a worm when you would tickle him. It’s always something silly with him...

Protective Foolish would suddenly become a thing when he’d realize his feelings for you, and also realize that there’s nothing more he wants to do than protect you and your feelings. Keep you away from anything or anyone that could make you feel even a little uncomfortable, or hurt. His way of protecting and defending you would be just a chunk of sarcasm coming out of his mouth. He’d turn sarcastic any time when he’d feel like it’s time to protect you. If there was someone badmouthing you, he’d put on the most spiteful face you could think of and with his voice dripping with sarcasm, he’d ask them “is it so? Is that what you think, now? Was there a little shit talking there, or what?” You could tell that it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to do this, but he wouldn’t give up. He’d be so intimidating, with his tone and height and all, that he could get an apology out of anyone. And he usually does get the people badmouthing you to apologize to you, while Foolish just stands there with his arms crossed examining that it’s a genuine apology, feeling like he has accomplished another mission of his, which is to make sure that in the end your feelings are unharmed. 

Now, he’d be definitely someone who would mess up his hair a little on purpose, in hopes that you would fix it for him and smother the strands sticking up back in place. He’s so desperate for some touch from you that he’d go to such extreme lengths. God forbid if anyone would catch him doing that, he’d be so embarrassed. You’d turn around from him for a few seconds, which would give him time to very aggressively ruffle his hair with his hands and when you’d look back at him, his hair would suddenly look like it’s been through a tornado, and so you’d laugh a little and ask him “what happened? What’s going on with your hair?” and then laugh some more because he looks so ridiculous. He’d chuckle a little bit too, a little out of embarrassment, because he still can’t believe himself for the things he’s doing just to have you touch him and pay a little extra-attention to him. But regardless, he just shrugs and bends down to your level and asks you “I don’t know what happened? What? Is it bad? Fix it for me?” and you’d be a little taken aback because, did he really just ask you to do that? But of course you’d agree to it. 

Every little thing or favour you’d do for him, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you, he’d appreciate the heck out of them, and you. Because, was there a better feeling for him than having the person he truly, genuinely likes, to be willing to help him out with anything? He’d thank you a trillion times, and a trillion more if he could. Something as simple as you turning on the coffee machine for him, he’d tell you “seriously, thank you. That helped me like, a tons. It saved my day,” and you’d giggle and reply to him “you’re welcome. But all I did was just press a button.” He wouldn’t have that belittling, so he’d be a little more dramatic just for you and proceed to tell you how much easier it made his day, “no, like seriously, that was the best thing you could’ve ever done for me.” Okay, then.

A crushing Foolish would be so sweet that he’d totally blew off his other plans to be with you instead. You’d know that he’s been looking forward to seeing this movie with a couple of his friends that one night, but when he’d become aware of how you have no plans for that night, he’d declare how he’d rather spend the night with you anyways. You’d tell him that “Foolish, you don’t really have to do this. I thought you were supposed to go the mov-?” and he’d interrupt you “now, that’d a silly thing for me to do, I don’t know why you’re thinking like I’d leave you alone. That’s crazy thinking right there.” And so, you’d just settle for smiling coyly at him and accepting that he’s not going anywhere, and that for some reason (that’s still unclear to you), he’d even blow off his friends for you. And he’d do it over and over again. And he does.

PUNZ: 

Ouch, he’s a tough one to get to. But once you breakthrough the walls and the sort of intimidating facade he has, he is all soft for his crush.

Usually he’d be a little reserved and keep to himself, maybe a little closed off. But whenever you’d be around, it’s a whole different thing. He has never smiled so much than he did that one day when you hung around, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other boys who were also there. Karl would text you about it after you had all gone home and ask you “What did you to punz ?? This man won’t stop cheesin” and Quackity as well would text you “punz today be like ‘😃😃’”. You’d make him happy, you’d just make him love life, just purely by existing and especially when you’d exist in his presence. He’s also extra observant around you, and so you’d catch him looking at you a lot. He’d just rest his chin on his hand and not take his eyes off of you. You’d wonder if there’s something wrong, something on your face perhaps, by the intense way he’s staring at you, but no, he’s just admiring. So let him.

Every picture of himself he’d consider posting on social media, he’d send them to you first and ask you “u like??”. Kind of like a test run. He’d do it ritually almost each time, but if you ever were to call him out for it, asking how come you’re the one he sends them to, he’d claim that it’s just all a coincidence. Sure is... But you better reply back to him as soon as you can, or he would start feeling a little insecure and think if you really like them, because if you do, why haven’t you replied yet? It’s been 20 seconds. Yeah, so, he’s a little clingy too. He just wants to talk to you as much as possible, have you see as much of him as possible, from all of his best angles as well, and maybe fish for a few compliments? Maybe. After you’d reply to him “yes, it’s good”, he’d text you back “nice. now your turn”, and you’d ask him that it’s your turn for exactly what? He’ll tell you then that it’s only fair that you send him a picture of yourself too in that exact moment. And so, it kind of really then becomes a whole ritual that after approving of his picture, you send him one back with a thumbs up or something.

Unlike with anyone else, now that he has taken a massive liking towards you, he’d actually share his food with you. And that’s major. Or, even more major and better, he’d sometimes get you food without you even having to ask, or even without mentioning that you’re hungry. He’d order takeaway for himself, or so you’d think, but he’d then turn up with an extra large portion of food and you’d ask him “damn, are you feeding the whole town?” He’d chuckle a little and then casually tell you that “nah, it’s um, it’s for you.” At that, you could’ve fallen off your seat. Let’s call it his love language to serve you even when you don’t ask for anything.

This man, he would sometimes not show up to plans if you weren’t there. He’d tell his friends that he is only willing to come if you’ll be there too. And if they tell him that you’re not going to be there, then, too bad. He simply just wouldn’t come. Any plans that you’d make without him, he’d call them ‘boring’ and ‘lame’. Sooo, he only is your good time?

#mcyt x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #karl x reader #quackity x reader #foolish x reader #punz x reader #wilbur soot x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt headcanons #mcyt imagine #dream smp imagines #dream smp headcannon #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot imagine #quackity imagines #sapnap imagine #georgenotfound imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #karl jacobs x reader

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if... you were a romance trope

i got inspiration (sapnap, dream, george, karl, quackiy, wilbur) 

sapnap (hockey x figure skater): - im in the middle of heartbreaker rn and SHUT UP - i LOVE THIS TROPE - IM NOT EVEN A FIGURE SKATER I DO TAEKWONDO BUT I STILL FROTH OVER THIS SHIT - and then in addition to that one tommyinnit is a figure skater and everyone else is on a hockey team “ice these hurts” or smt h like that - i love this trope. - anyway i think that this trope comes hand in hand with enemies to lovers - his hockey team and ur figure skating group are at the same winter sports competiton - and you have to share a rink - booooo - so everyday you end practice with the sight of a bunch of hockey buffs roughhousing in the stands, waiting for you to finish - and everyday a certain brunette one sneers and smirks at you as you walk off the ice - “had a nice practice ice queen/king?” he asks you teasingly - “shut up, yeti” you mutter back gratingly as you bump your shoulder into his build as you pass him - and he comes up with a new one everyday - and you quip right back at him, unphased - one day, he comes into practice early just to spite you - what he wasn’t expecting is to see how good you actually were on the ice - he sat there like “ :O” and just watche dyou glide across the ice with what seemed like barely any effort - and he watched how passionate you were in your craft and the dance - and bro was whipped right then and there - so that day as you were leaving he said “you were amazing out there” and it took u jumpscared - you were like “no insult today?” - and he was like “dang, didnt know u liked them that much ;) but not today, not for something as beautiful as that” - and i think you can guess where it went from there... :)

 dream (ceo and employee romance):  - AKAIAKAKAHAKH TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION - i mean hes a ceo alr so its like one step in the door you know - anyway hes a ceo - bro wears those fancy ass suits everyday and has like a wine cellar mini fridge shit thing in his office  - any way you pull up to his headquarters one day for like an interview and you were so fucking nervous  - you ran into him in the elevator (and no clue who he was) - and you basically vented to him for the 30 second elevator ride before scurrying off to your interview - bro didnt even get dreams name or anything - he kinda just smiled and wished you well as you ran away  - he thought you were so cute  - and you thought dude was hot as fuck  - anyway you got the JOB!! LETS GOO - the next day, your supervisor is like taking u around showing u the works - ....and you meet the ceo - its dream - and youre like :0 and he’s like  *smirk wink* ;) “hey” - and youre like “well fuck hes the ceo i cant be in love with him” - and you avoid him - but he makes it his life’s mission to get on ur radar - in the break room, in ur cubicle, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot man is ON YOU LIKE A MOTH TO A LIGHT - eventually he convinces you to go to fancy dinner - and WOW hes paying?? so that shit was FIREEEE - fancy wagyu steak and 102379182 year old wine i mean cmon - it was good ok - he asks you out after dinner and assures u ur job wont be at risk and everything - ba da bing ba da boom  - now youre dating happily and he spoils the FUCK outta you  - lmk if you want this one as a big fic with dialogue

george (neighbors): - tell me why whenever i have my delulu daydreams with george he’s always a neighbor - very much boy next door vibes - omg HES YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATE NEXT DOOR - stoppppp - on move in day he pulls up with his family and u with urs and youre like - “hi ! nice to meet you im so exicted to move in!” and bros like “same!” - sometimes hes loud bc hes talking to his friends but you dont mind - hes a cs major and ur  whatever u want major - one day you decided to start singing  rlly loud while cleaning - ur singing taylor swift - and then george could hear you from the room next door to yours - so he writes up a little post it note that was like “loved the concert! when’s the next one?” and stuck in on your door - you found it and started mad blushign - you had a crush on him since day one awwww - anyways you two started communicating via post it notes and songs played loudly through the walls <3 - till one day you hear boyfriend by big time rush - and then you play girlfriend by avril lavigne back - and then he slips you a post it note under the door and you open the door before you could read it  - and its an unspoken like thing that you start dating - its so romantic how you can saw you guys starting dating because of taylor swift !!

quackity (academic rivals): - DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS TROPE IT BRINGS ME LIFE ALRIGHT - alright - two law school students FIGHTING IT OUT ACADEMICALLY - you guys met in ur freshman year english class or some shit - clashed together in a discussion group - and its been game on since then - your texts with each other are flaunting texts - “hey alex, guess who got a 97 on the last midterm?” - “guess who got a 99 ;)” - over time, the texts started getting more and more hostile - people started to thing you two actually hated one another’s guts  - but in reality it was more for the thrill - but this continued throughout your law school careers - and you both become successful lawyers in the end!! - and when the headmaster calls you both into his office and says - “youre both valedictorian! congrats! you have to give a speech together” - well its like all the hatred faded away - you grinned and cheezed at each other before giving each other the biggest hug ever - so you both wrote a speech together - and soon the day of graduation came - and q goes at the end “i wouldn’t be here without the person who motivated me through it all, so thank you (y/n)” and youre like “hey man *sob* wtf *sob” - and you kiss him on the cheek and cheer to all the graduates  - after the ceremony he catches up to you in the parking lot, grabbing your wrist before you could go off with ur family - and blurts out word soup - and ur like what - and hes like “i really like you, and law school wouldn’t have been the same without you. can we be more than friends?” - and youre like “duhhh” and kiss him right there karl (best friends to lovers): - YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT  - that is the song for this SCENARIO - you two met when you were little kids in like first grade - your friends werent there on that day so you hung out with each other - hooked to the other since then and there - it was always “karl and you” and “you and karl” - you came as a packaged deal - through ups and downs you were there together - you graduated high school together and were going to the same college together now - while karl barely got into any romantic relationships, you seemed to be going through a few of them  - you were desperate for a love connection and honestly i aint blaming u - one day after a horrible date he came over to your dorm and u had an impromptu sleepover - you were in karls old shirt and some pajama pants and he was in his pajamas - and you two were just watching a movie together - before he turns to you abruptly, and you turn to look at him - and he’s like “you’re my best friend”  - and you saw a switch flip in him - since then, the dynamic between you two changed (for the better) - you became more flirty more touchy  - you started to act like you were a couple more and more - one day you saw him open his wallet to pull out his card  - and u saw that he has a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and then you knew that he was it for you - you ask him out that night - and hes so happy hes picking you up and spinning you around - <3 wilbur (musician x fan trope): - okay this is inspired by those tik toks that are like “did you see the way he looked at me” and its harry styles staring and eyeing down a fan in the audience like YES - and he’s a musician so it fits! - imagine lovejoy is like a HUGE HUGE Band so maybe this is in the future - anyways you and ur friend go to a lovejoy concert - for the sake of the story, youre not that big a fan of lovejoy just familiar with hits like sex sells and one day - the whole time ur friend is like “theyre so good hes so good its all so good” - you two end up a few rows from barricade  - and you and ur friend start screaming it up as you should - youre not oblivious to the way the lead singer keeps looking over in your direction, winking and smiling - imagine a sweaty, singing wilbur glancing over at you during sex sells and giving you a smile as he rasps out “you know sex sells i know that” - brb ascending to heaven - anyway a time comes when he stops to speak to the audience - he wastes no time - he struts over to your side of the stage and points at you  - “what’s your name?” - and you scream it at him - “what a lovely name!” - the crowd cheers - “ahre you single?” he asks with a grin on his face - the grin grows when u nod at him - “give me ur number!?” he asks and you nod at him as ur friend is dying next to you - he gestures u and ur friend to the front of the stage by the barricade  - and he passes you a marker and make syou WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HIS GUITAR OR HIS SHIRT OR SOMETHING - oh yeahh go you go you thank yoU! let me know if you want any of these to become a bigger story/imagine and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 WITH OTHER PEOPLE :D reblogs appreciated

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #karl x reader #karl jacobs x reader #georgenotfound x reader #george x reader #quackity x reader #alex x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fanfiction #dreamwastaken fanfiction #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp fanfction #dsmp fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #shakira shakira writes #dsmp if... series

[angstyx]

one where the reader donates some money to get a tts message to play? (gender neutral, wilbur, fundy, and karl or more if you can ^^)

Reactions to You Donating to Them

Includes: George, Wilbur Soot, Fundy, Karl, Tommy, Sapnap

TW: cursing, small cringe? idk

Requested?: [Yes] [No]

Note: i didnt know if you wanted platonic or romantic so i did a mix of them

also ngl this was fun and i had a bunch of ideas so let me know if you want a part 2

and hey, been a while hasn’t it? This has been finished for a while I just didn’t feel like posting it

Masterlist // Rules for Requesting ───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────

George

« [username] donated $10! » “hi babe can do me a favor and go get the food I just ordered <33"

he's literally so confused from how random the message was

you knew he was streaming so of course you had to tease him

chat is laughing and telling george to listen to you and to go get the food

"[name]... you're literally in the room next to mine. You could get it yourself."

« [username] donated $10! » “shhh don't expose me like that and fyi im binge watching my favorite show rn so i'm busy"

literally deadpans at the camera

"[name] i'm literally streaming right now"

« [username] donated $15! » "aw okay :(( well no mcdonalds for you then... and i was hoping i could feed you too </3 "

blushes from your teasing

chat is going wild. i repeat. chat is going wild

[dsmp_fan] "george listen to [name] and get the mcdonalds so they can feed it to you >:/"

in the end he gave in and got the mcdonalds for you

chat wouldnt let him live the moment down but hey at least he got to eat some french fries

Wilbur Soot

« [username] donated $20! » "wilbur open the fucking door right now"

"huh [name]? what are you talking about?"

« [username] donated $10! » "i was bored so now i'm outside your office cause i want to be on your stream. now open the fucking door"

"say less"

literally RUNS to the door to open it without giving it a second thought

he was still un-muted though so chat could barely hear the conversations between you too

"why are you here [name]? and... why do you have a box of cookies with you"

"like i said i was bored and did i forget to say i'm hungry?"

"it's 2am"

"yet you're streaming?"

"touché"

Fundy

« [username] donated $15! » "babe what do you want for lunch"

"oh hey [name]! uh i'm not sure. what do you have in mind?"

« [username] donated $10! » "well we can either go out or have it sent to us"

"well i think we both know what's the better option"

« [username] donated $10! » "doordash it is. how does [your favorite restaurant/food] sound?

"perfect"

the viewers who were new to his streams were absolutely confused

was this normal? do you two usually communicate like this? with you just donating to him?

the viewers who always watched his streams were used to it

it happened almost every other stream basically

Karl

« [username] donated $30! » "KARL!! MY FAVORITE STREAMER AND MY BEST FRIEND!! :D"

a huge smile appears on his face the second he reads your donation and message

"[name]!!! MY BEST FRIEND!! HOW ARE YOU DOING?"

quackity who was in a call with karl couldnt help but fake-gasp

i mean basically everyone knows he loves to be dramatic

"KARL I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR BEST FRIEND" D:

« [username] donated $20! » "shut up quackity :/ karl is my best friend, go find a new one. oh and i'm doing good karl"

karl just laughs while quackity fake sobs and starts cursing at you

« [username] donated $10! » "karl can i join the call? it'll be easier to talk to quackity "

"uh sure... no yelling please"

« [username] donated $20! » "no promises"

the second you joined, you began cursing and yelling at quackity

like you said, no promises

Tommy

« [username] donated $10! » "hey idiot, can i join your stream"

"first of all, how dare you call me a idiot and second of all, no"

« [username] donated $10! » "why not"

couldnt help but scoff at your message as chat begs tommy to let you join

chat absolutely loves the banter between you two though it usually ended in tommy's mom yelling at him from how loud he was cursing into the mic

"because i said so"

« [username] donated $50! » "what if i give you money"

"that won't make me change my mind"

« [username] donated $10! » "okay fine :/ how about i stop being annoying to you"

he was actually thinking hard about this one

not even joking

"wait actually? hmm... what do you think chat?"

« [username] donated $10! » "hurry up and decide"

"okay fine, you can join"

« [username] donated $10! » "yay :D"

*queue you joining the call*

"I never said how long i'll stop being annoying so ha hey you bitch"

*queue you being kicked from the call*

« [username] donated $1! » "fuck you"

Sapnap

« [username] donated $10! » "did you eat my ice cream"

literally looked at the donation message for a second before immediately looking away

the guilt is clearly on his face

"I don't know what you're talking about. I never saw any ice cream in your mini-fridge."

« [username] donated $10! » "huh strange, I never mentioned it being in my mini-fridge"

oh shit

he's done for

"uh well i guessed cause i always see food in there like ice cream"

« [dsmp_fan] donated $5! » "stop fucking lying sapnap"

"how could you betray me like this, chat. I swear i didnt take your ice cream [name]"

« [username] donated $10! » "fine i believe you"

"thank you"

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« [username] donated $10! » "you fucker i literally see the empty ice cream pint on the table behind you"

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[shanalikeanna]

@lousysharkbutt drew my OC and Karl and….I just need everyone to look at it, I’m crying 😭💕

If u haven’t subscribed to their Patreon ur missing out

OC is based on the fic Just Like Scrap Metal by Clickerteeth

#resident evil #karl heisenberg #karl x reader #rjpierce #clickerteeth #just like scrap metal #karl heisenburg x reader

[rxdidz]

PLS DO LOVER BOY KARL I’LL SOB

lover boy. ୧🍓 ༘ ₊˚.

synopsis : karl being in love in love

LOVER BOY KARL who changes your lock screen to a selfie of him when you aren’t looking

LOVER BOY KARL making you match nail colours with him

LOVER BOY KARL spamming your instagram comment section when you post

LOVER BOY KARL who instantly blushed and kept stuttering after your first kiss

LOVER BOY KARL accidentally wearing your hoodie on stream before you announced you were together 😭

LOVER BOY KARL who gets flustered at any compliment you give him, hiding his face in his hands

LOVER BOY KARL playing with and braiding your hair when your cuddling

LOVER BOY KARL who would wear the “i ❤️ my girlfriend” shirt

LOVER BOY KARL who loves to cook for you, n it always tastes amazing

LOVER BOY KARL remembers the little things, your favourite drink, your favourite show, the clothes you wear the most.

LOVER BOY KARL taking pictures of you whenever and wherever.

LOVER BOY KARL who absolutely melts when you play with his hair

LOVER BOY KARL holding your hand wherever you go

LOVER BOY KARL cuddling with you as he makes you watch disney movies with him (ratatouille is a must)

#karl jacobs x reader #karl x reader #karl jacobs x y/n #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff #karl jacobs fluff #streamer x reader #karl jacobs #quackity x reader

[angelf1re]

Insta posts with DTKQ

Dream

Sapnap

George

Karl

Quackity

#quackity x reader #Karl x reader #dream x reader #george x reader #sapnap x reader #DTKQ #x reader

[slxtmeri]

can i get some virgin!karl hcs please

hi, anon! ofc u can :)

this is in an afab!reader mindset

- would be rlly nervous to tell you. maybe he would even act like he knows what he's doing

- he would tell you, though. when you were straddling him, shirts off, and you're kissing his neck, he would cave.

"babe... mm... baby slow down."

"what's wrong, love? tell me to stop anytime and i will."

"ah... no i need you, please... it's just that, i've never done this before..."

- your mouth forms an 'o' as you take in what he says... you take it nice and slow for him

- LOTS of begging. we are sub!karl supremacists around here

"mommy/daddy, please. more, i need it s'bad."

- would want you to ride him, so you can take control

- grips your thighs

- WHIMPERING

- babbles your name repeatedly as he gets closer to the edge

- when he finishes, he's totally fucked out. would whine at any bit of overstimulation

a/n: sorry these aren't that good but yours truly has a migraine 💀

#anon #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut #dsmp smut #smut #karl smut #karl jacobs x reader smut #karl jacobs smut #karl x reader #karl jacobs x you

[basilly]

dad ! || mcyts instagram

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what they would post with their children

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned

dream:

"my little angel"

sapnap:

"like father, like son- drippy."

george:

"y/n said its too early to teach her how to read, i disagree"

karl:

"she's already got me wrapped around her little finger"

quackity:

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[winterzsurprise]

Unholy || Karl Jacobs

Pairing: Karl Jacobs x fem! Reader

Summary: To be a priest meant your loyalty shall rest with the lord and Karl would be a lying if he said he wouldn't want to lie with you instead.

Words: 6.4k

Tags: Overstimulation, priest! Karl, switch!Karl (he whines and comes first does that count?), porn without plot, rough sex, floor sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, priest kink, religious kink (i guess), cursing, dirty talk, name calling.

This is a fucking mess because I forced this one during my biggest writer's block but HEY ITS FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED AFTER MONTHS. I'll go fix the mess later on, I am ready to pass out.

As always, constructive criticism is welcomed. I would like to hear what I should change and what not :DD

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The nights where the wind howled against the corners of the church are always the most insufferable nights, Karl observed. 

It’s always when drunken men or sobbing women approach the building with their sins sitting at the edge of their tongue, ready to spew their darkest secrets to the man sitting behind the thin plywood wall.

It's amazing how confident they are in confessing their sins just because their faces are obstructed from his vision.

It was always their disloyalty, either a far-away admiration situation or a recurring event of waking up in another’s arms and another room. It’s something Karl could never fathom how it happens. 

They marry one another in front of the lord with pledges of love and protection then seek a different tongue in a few years.

Not that he could say much in the matter as he has never experienced such a thing, otherwise he’d be excommunicated.

But one thing’s for sure, his heart, although holds no one else but the lord in the heavens, still beats and skips in his chest every once and a while, either for his favourite food on the table or at the sight of you.

Karl barely knows anything about you, other than your frequent visits to the church to help the nuns with the garden and looking over the children at the orphanage and the fact that you just moved into the small town of Kinoko.

It was amazing how despite knowing so little about you, his heart still stuttered in its cage whenever you greeted him with a wide smile, waving so sweetly, he thought you could make a miss universe cry with how graceful and attention grabbing you are without effort 

It’s a simple connection between a priest and a citizen yet he swears whenever you sway your hips whenever you pass by him or move away your hair to show him your neck, you were offering yourself to him.

Your vanilla scent tantalises him, taunting his bound hands to break free and swallow you whole. He had never thought how a sweet scent could elicit such an emotion until then.

Karl can’t even remember the last night he had where he had to fight of his desires apparent by the uncomfortable tent in his pants, nor can he recall the moments where his head steers clear of its imaginative state that’s mostly composed of him snapping and bending you on the nearest elevated surface to see your face crumple into an expression of pure pleasure.

As much as he imagined taking you gently in your bed like the gentleman he appeared to be, there’s an insatiable beast in the prowl who'd love nothing but eat you through and through leaving nothing, not even a piece of your bone, until your scent and taste has ingrained itself to his head and tongue in his waking and resting state.

It was a morbid thought a person like him shouldn’t have but his feelings are far tamer than what his mind lets on, still they remind him of the sinner he once was.

A man who lust over someone, whose hands became more tainted and occupied with every day passing with her growing closer to him.

He's no different from the others he swore to never turn into, the only difference was the cassock he wears, a sign of his affiliation with a religion while the others wore casual clothes.

Would you run if you ever saw the foul, revolting scenes his mind conjured for him at the deepest of nights when sleep felt like a tedious task and your smile taunting his very being?

Today was unfortunately one of those nights he dreaded yet welcomed so warmly like a friend, the stings of the chilly night on his cheeks is the only thing grounding him. The silence in the chapel is torturous, enough to make him wish for the usual boring confessions from the town folks.

Until the double doors creaked open and came calmed footsteps approaching the booth, it sounded nervous and jittery, making him wonder if this person's confession is more than adultery or lying.

Karl couldn't help but be hopeful that it'll be a different topic tonight.

He still wouldn't mind Susan telling him of her recent adventures with her neighbour's husband or John sluggishly recalling his latest fuck after work when his wife is worried sick for him at home.

It's not like he could even interfere with their lives. The last thing Karl wanted is being incorporated into a drama.

Upon hearing the person take a seat, he starts. "Good evening, what brought you to this seat, my child?"

There was a beat of hesitance that hung between them, heavy and tense, like the weight of this person’s sin on their shoulder. Maybe this night will truly be different. 

"Father, I have sinned."

Karl's heart fluttered in his chest, cheeks heating upon realising who the person sat on the other side. What kind of atrocity have you done? Maybe this secret of yours might repel him, straighten him up, wake him up from his daze.

He cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "How so? Tell me so I can pray your sins away."

There was a long pause that followed, Karl thought you fluttered away in your nervousness but soon, you spoke once more.

"I lust for someone and I don't know how to act upon it..."

Never have his heart fall to his feet faster than when he heard your whisper, an angry blob rearing its ugly head at the back of his mind, his stomach churning uncomfortably as his mind raced with thoughts of inquiring you more about this intense affection you feel for someone.

Just the thought of this someone he doesn’t know lingering in your mind, making your heart race… His blood boiled vehemently in his core, lighting up a faint pain in his chest as they circulated around his body.

The stretched stagnant silence between them was broken by your sigh as you continued your tale, Karl couldn’t be more thankful that you did, fearing the words that might escape his mouth will scare you off for good.

“I’ve only been in Kinoko for two months now but never have I ever fallen for someone as fast as I did for him.”

Your voice trembled, not only in nervousness but also a hint of shyness, the same tone when people are sheepish and blushing when they introduce their crush to a friend. His jaw clenched, his fists turning white and his nails digging straight into his skin, itching to drive itself to the nearest solid item near him but he knew he had to keep his composure.

He can’t be acting like a child who didn’t get the toy he asked his parents for.

“So not only do you lust for him but also love him?”

“I-I do, father.”

He was prepared to hear your admission but to hear it straight from you, his heart crumbles to his feet, eyes welling up with tears and blurring his vision. Fate is truly cruel to those who're believed to be showered with blessings. Karl tilts up his head, he still has a confession to hear.

Is there really no chance he could ever be yours? 

Yes, a whisper at the back of his head said. It was already hopeless to think he had a chance in the first place.

He knew well enough how tight the rosary had bounded his hands, of course he never stood a chance. You know his boundaries more than he does at this point, his logic blurring whenever he sees you pass by, a passing breeze with your scent is enough to render him heedless.

At his heavy sigh, you called, anxious. “Father?”

“What a naughty girl you are. Lusting for someone who’s not your husband... What would the lord think of you now?”

He has no idea what compelled him to say such a thing with a seductive voice. He should give up already the logical part of him knew that but the other part of him urged him to continue, to hold onto the thinnest thread of hope that maybe this man you’re raving about is him.

It was delusional but can you really blame a man in love?

“H-he already thinks of me sinful for wishing to him every night… for someone to bend me over and fuck me rough like I’m nothing but a toy.”

A delicious shiver slithered down his spine at your words, urging blood to up to heat his cheeks and down between his thighs. He groaned softly, your soft voice matched with vulgar words sending pleasurable jolts down to his length.

You sounded so sultry, a succubus disguised as an angel descending to break him. It was dangerous to listen to you but he couldn’t help himself. Your voice holds the promise of a heated night lulling him closer to your arms.

“Tell me, do you ever touch yourself for him? Wishing it was his fingers and dick inside you?”

You responded with a soft groan, it was miniscule yet he almost bolted from his seat to cross the very boundary he was adamant to keep.

“Yes father. Every night I dream of him making me cum over and over again, not stopping even when I tap out.”

“What a mouth you have there. How bold of you to ask God himself for a good fuck and talk dirty to a priest."

Stop, the logical part of him whispered, he was crossing the boundaries placed between the light and the dark. But his heart that thudded harder in his chest and his cock that stirred in his trousers fogged his mind.

He’s too far gone to even try and leave.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

There was a challenging tone in your voice, condemning him to his fall from heaven and into the hell of your own making.

The string of constraint snaps and he’s on his feet. Karl walks out of the booth and into the other side, throwing the curtain open to see you look up at him with wide eyes, surprised and eager but he could see the glint of mischief in them.

There’s a lot of things that raged in his mind, actions he could do with you at his mercy. But instead, he sighed, mind clearing a bit as he straightened up.

“Step out of the booth and kneel in front of the cross to pray, I will baptise you once you show remorse to the lord."

He watched intently as you stood up with shaky legs, approaching the wooden podium noiselessly, the silence growing intensity with every footsteps taken. 

It was suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.

This is crazy, this is crazy. His thoughts bounced around his mind but he could care less, he started this and he will see through it all.

The stained glass windows casting a shadow over the figurine nailed on the cross, sculpted face tilted down, its expression ever firm yet it looked like iy was frowning at him for a split second.

It was spine chilling how it felt like its eyes were made to glower at him with disgust, judging his very being at where he stood. Karl's guts twisted at the thought, fear rising up to his throat only to dispese the moment you kneeled onto the red carpet, waiting for the priest to arrive and deliver his blessing, waiting for no one but him.

Your prayer left your lips in hushed whispers with both hands cupping each other close to your mouth. With the moon beaming down onto you, highlighting your figure underneath the oversized button up you wore. It was unfair how his desire showed no intention of stopping while you remained calm kneeling in front of the god’s hanging figurine.

The church gate closed and the lock echoed with a loud metallic clang and you shivered noticeably. Karl had to lock the main gate, nobody could enter the premises without his permission and no one could interrupt his moment with you. 

Heaven knows he'd run away if anyone were to ruin the already fragile mood.

"Father?"

"Can't have anyone entering such a holy space during a cleansing, you wouldn't want anyone to see how much of a bad girl you are, do you?"

Karl has never been as nervous as he is now. Not even when he moved out of his parents' house nor when he rose to stand in front of the masses for the first time as a priest. 

Yet there he was… A pin-drop interruption away from cowering in a corner. Both sides of himself are stuck in an on-going tug of war between his human desires and his god-fearing heart screaming at him.

Even every step he takes towards the front where you kneel and shiver with his approaching footsteps felt like he was striding towards his death.

His eyes wandered back to the divine sculpture pinned between mismatched panes of colored glasses. Karl's chest tightened before he averted his gaze in favor of paying attention to you.

God wanted his children to live happily and this is one of the things that'll give Karl joy, surely the divine and benevolent God could grant him this one sin.

But seeing the delectable tremble that shook your body after his words, his human desires pushed further front. He wanted to see your reaction, ached for a glimpse of how your cheeks flushed dark in his presence when he crouched in front of you, hand reaching up to pinch your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

There was something addicting with the way you easily surrendered control to him with so much trust made pride swell in his chest, something about the sight of you obediently kneeling with hands splayed on your thighs and staring up at him with wide eyes brimming with desire. A hunger he has grown unnaturally familiar with, befriended it even.

He couldn’t help but wonder if those eyes will retain its warmth and crave for his touch if you ever caught a glimpse of his mind whenever he thought about you.

"Before we start, tell me now if you want to back out, princess."

The rosary hanging from his neck scorched his skin, their round beads digging into his skin like an apparent annoyance. The accessory weighed heavier than any other day when he took it off and held it in his hand, a reminder of his duty as a priest who has made the pledge of Chastity, the same promise he’s about to break for you.

But if a ‘no’ ever escapes your lips, no matter how loud or hushed it is, he’ll be willing to stop in his tracks and move districts. 

He couldn’t bear the thoughts of you looking at him with disgusted eyes.

“Darling?”

You let out a shaky exhale. “Yes,  Father Jacobs.”

He grinned. “Good girl, now start praying.”

Karl watched as your eyes grew comically wide in shock, cheeks burning in humiliation as you fell to your chest, no doubt ashamed of assuming differently of his words. He held back the urge to laugh, no matter the setting, you never fail to be adorable.

But those worries dissipated once his large hand took yours with urgency and pressed the rosary into your hold.

Of all the hands he’s seen having the accessory hang from during the Sunday masses, he could confidently say that yours is the greatest of all. He wondered how your wrists looked when tied tightly with it.

“You only stop if I tell you to, alright? If you disobey, there will be consequences.”

With a nod, you started muttering your prayers and he went ahead to claim the lone bottle on the counter a few strides away.

"I'll start the baptising now."

But instead of going through the whole ordeal of sprinkling bits of the liquid on you like a proper priest would, he uncapped the bottle and poured its contents on you.

The water is truly holy, he thought as he stared at the sight of you in wet clothing.

You only gasped as the liquid drenched your shirt, sticking into your skin and revealing the bold red lacy bra you wore. The colour complimenting your skin so perfectly it hurts, it pains him that he's not seeing it properly.

"My apologies, the bottle broke. That shirt must be uncomfortable, we can proceed without it."

He went around you with hands cupping your shoulders as he kneeled, giving it a comforting squeeze before he reached around to undo two buttons. Your breath hitched when the collar loosened, he knew deep within that it was from the excitement and arousal yet he couldn’t help but be worried.

Karl would rather die and never see you again than be hated by you after using his power as a priest to force you into agreeing to this.

"Hey, are you sure you want this?"

When you nodded, he poured all the contents of the bottle onto your head, unsatisfied by your response. The fabric is practically translucent against your skin, what a sight you are to behold.

You gasped as the chilly temperature encouraged goosebumps on your skin but he could care less, he needed to hear you say it.

"Words princess. I need to hear them."

"Yes, Father Jacobs."

"Good girl." His words elicited a shiver from you as his hands made quick work of your shirt, shedding it off and tossing it somewhere in front.

The new uncharted skin revealed to him made his breath hitch, feverish and unmarked beneath his fingers, the goosebumps he felt under his touch sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, warmth exploding in his chest at your sigh. Such a perfect little darling for him.

Karl listened to your breathing as he lightly nibbled on your skin, careful not to leave a long lasting mark before drifting down to a more inconspicuous area to suck on. 

As much as he wanted Kinoko to know you've been fucked thoroughly tonight, he wasn't sure you'd like the idea like he does.

“Wearing such a promiscuous bra at a church, did you ever plan on repenting for your sins? Or were you hoping that someone would take you home and fuck you like the slut you are?”

“No sir, it's only for your eyes, Father Jacobs.”

He chuckled, pleased. “If it's a present for me, then shouldn’t I unwrap it?”

His pecks turned into open mouthed kisses and soon, he was laving the skin hiding your rapid heartbeat with his tongue. Every sigh you emit sends pleasurable jolts downward and further hardening his length, your every soft moan of his name frying his nerve endings alight, the feelings are intoxicating.

Your sweet, honeyed scent is addicting as it surrounds him and like the addict he is, he drowned in them, letting your perfume momentarily overpower his lust.

even then, he noticed the silence—save for your moans— in the room and swatted your thigh.

"I'm not hearing your prayers missy, don't think I've forgotten that."

If you continued, he didn't even realise. His focus zoned on the feeling of lace under his touch as he touched the hem before unclasping your bra and disposing them somewhere behind him, hands surged to your mounds, grabbing a handful and squeezing it gently. Hard nubs poking his palm, screaming for his attention, urging him to pinch them.

You’re so soft and pliant underneath his touch, surrendering and trusting him with your vulnerability and boy, does it feel good.

He felt like a high schooler who just saw boobs for the first time in his life, a teenager about to cream his pants at the sight of a topless woman. It wouldn’t surprise him if he explodes before even entering you.

"So pretty for me."

As his hands massaged both mounds gingerly in his hold and you sighed, nails digging into your skin as he pulled them before pushing back up to relieve the stings his fingers left. 

His fingers soon found your nipples and pinched them between two digits, sending ripples of pleasure in your system as he tugged on them before rolling the hard nubs in different directions.

But you needed more and he knows that from the way you crossed your thighs to close around nothing, attempting to relieve the burn in your inner core, the intense ache between them. Karl watched as your cheeks crudely flushed before he parted you open with his legs wedging in between them.

His long hands trailed down your legs teasingly, dropping to your inner thighs before they caress you up to your knees. 

"Father Jacobs, please."

His hands paused at your thighs. "What is it?"

"Touch me please..."

"But I am touching you." His hands dug into your flesh before grabbing onto them with an iron grip, the sting only igniting your core further.

"You know what I mean.."

"I don't, princess. Tell me what do you want?"

Arousal burned your cheeks a deeper red as you desperately grabbed his hand on your inner thigh and dragged them to your itching heat, body trembling when he cupped over your sex. 

Karl felt light as you pushed his fingers down on your prominent nub, moaning as you manoeuvre them to circle it, he could feel the fabric grow wetter with every touch and he almost passed out.

The heat radiating off of your clothed folds is enough to drive him crazy, he couldn’t even imagine how he’d react once he breaches your underwear and touches your arousal, revelling in them.

He could feel the burning phantom stare above him, shame curling around his heart as he stared down at your slowly writhing hips. Karl wasn't emotionally affected by his dirty talk earlier but now that he's touching your clit through your panties, the guilt weighing heavily on his heart almost made him run but your voice pulled him down, grounding him 

"Touch me here, father."

The corner of his mouth tugged up. "Asking to be finger fucked in front of the lord, aren't you a kinky little slut?"

You nodded feverishly, groaning as you pushed his hand down, mewling at the pressure applied to your clit. The fabric was absolutely drenched in your wetness and Karl almost blacked out.

He didn’t need to hear your words next, his hand pulling the cloth to one side before the other slid down into your folds, brushing over your clenching hole and rising up to press onto your clit. You moaned, hips following the slow swirl of his finger.

Karl wondered what he could do to you, there’s a lot of possibilities and he’s lightheaded at the thought of them. 

He could have you trembling from pleasure upon pleasure here on the floor but he could also treat you properly and calmly guide you to your climax. Karl wondered what could satisfy a minx like you.

“Karl please…”

Of course this isn't enough. He slipped two fingers in and you let out a strangled moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion, back arching when he curled his digit to reach up to the spongy spot continuously that got your hips rising from the floor.

You moaned and panted so sweetly in his ears, hands gripping onto his sleeves as he plunged his two fingers in and out of your cunt at a growing frequency.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

His hand picked up a pace and you mewled, head falling back to his shoulder as your hips rose to meet his thrusts. The wet squelch bouncing off the walls with every thrust of his finger made your cheeks burn from embarrassment but they only goaded him on. 

The apparent burning phantom stare now numb to him as he opened your thighs further for his gaze.

Karl felt light at the feeling of your walls clamping around his hand greedily, sucking him in yet also pushing him out, it was maddening. His length ached behind the confines of his pants, desiring nothing but to plunge himself into your heat and die a happy man.

“My little princess is so drenched for me.” He slid another digit into your folds, smoothly joining the already inserted fingers in its increasing pace and you fluttered. “Don't you have any shame for spreading your legs in front of God?”

A slick slap tore a yelp from your throat, the sting lighting your skin aflame before his fingers plunged itself again into your hole with a renewed vigour, the new pace got your knees flinching to close but his legs wedging between them prevented it from shutting and instead opened it further.

You cursed under your breath, hands rising up to massage your breasts, pulling on your nipples as you moaned like a crazy woman in his arms.

Karl watched with bated breath as his hands retracted and reentered your cunt, throat tightening as your walls clamped onto his curling fingers with an iron grip. You were crumbling in his arms and he’s elated, he was enjoying his effect on you, whose body is sensitive and responsive to his every touch.

It was an addictive feeling and he’s obsessed.

“Fa-faster…! Fuck.. Karl!”

"Aren't you ashamed you're being finger fucked in front of the lord, princess?"

You clenched at him as your head shifted in his shoulder, probably to look at the statue above you both before moaning a little louder than before, undeterred by the omniscient eyes possibly watching him pump his fingers in and out of you.

He thrust his fingers in and out feverishly, like his life depended on it. With his legs keeping your thighs firmly open, you had no choice but take it all, hips thrashing wildly and bucking into his fingers. Karl clamped a hand over your mouth as your moans increased in volume, bouncing off the walls of the church.

He was proud he's making you scream but he wouldn't want to wake up any of the sisters nor concern the locals with your screams.

"I-I'm close..!"

"Come for me princess, give it to your darling priest."

The pressure from his palm bumping into your clit along with the rapid thrust of his digits soon got you trembling as hot white flashed behind your closed lids and you came. 

You screamed into his palm as your orgasm came without a warning, exploding and lewdly expelling liquid pleasure into the chapel floor before trembling pathetically in his arms, body reduced to the state of euphoria.

Karl retracted his hand with a squelch, raising it to eye level to revel in the wetness fully coating it, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at them drooping down before sucking on his fingers. Your flavour exploded on his tongue and he groaned.

"You taste so fucking good baby. Did so well for me."

Your hands weakly tugged on his pants and he knew what you wanted.

Because he also wished the same.

Soon enough, his pants were tossed somewhere behind him and he was left standing on his boxers. The stiff tent on them immediately caught your eyes and you reached out to free him from the constricting fabric, hand wrapping around his base once he was completely bare.

Karl dared to let his fantasies play in front of him as he watched your hand pump him slowly and you stared at him through your eyelash before kissing the tip of his cock with feigned innocence, he groaned.

What a minx you are.

“Can I taste you, Father Karl?”

“Later, on your back now, princess.”

His hands guided you down carefully, palm splaying onto your abdomen as if your body would break under miniscule of pressure, his words and actions not correlating as he naturally hovered over your body.

There must've been divine intervention when you laid, spread and vulnerable in front of him. The moonlight escaping the huge mirror behind the altar shone perfectly down on your body, highlighting your perky nips and casting shadows on places that made you look more desirable than earlier when you were kneeling.

Karl couldn't help but be thankful that he was rewarded with such a sight in this life.

"You're so pretty." 

His head bent down to place a haste kiss on your stomach and your breath hitched. The heat of his breath and the hovering weight of his length on your fold frying your nerve endings aflame as he peppered kisses all over your body.

"Karl, please."

A huge hand entangled themselves with yours, his face hovering on top of you, noses a hair's width. He could feel your exhales on your lips, awakening the butterflies in his stomach as you stared at his lips.

Breathless, he asked. "What do you want, princess? I need to hear it"

"Kiss me please." 

You didn't need to ask twice when Karl leaned down to capture yours in a slow dance. Time slowed, all you could feel was the softness and warmth of his skin under your touch and slightly chapped lips caught between yours.

He reached a hand to cup your cheeks, scared that you'll be another dream of his as you nibbled on his lower lip.

You only stopped when breathing became a problem, Karl pulling away first to place kisses between the valley of your breast before he rose to head level, silently asking for permission as he stared deep into your eyes.

No words were said but you understood what he wanted. His eyes reminding you of a begging dog as it stares deep into yours.

With a nod and a trembling exhale at the promise of pleasure he was about to give you, the head of his length parted your hole, walls clenching around him as he entered. A searing heat flooding your folds as you adjusted to his thickness while he carefully inserted himself into you.

His groan rumbled deep in his lungs and ricocheted in the shell of your ears before sending shivers down your spine, the pain of his iron grip on your waist only fueling the burn of lust raging in your veins. 

His firm composure shook, eyebrows crunching and eyes closing in unadulterated pleasure just from entering you.

Karl almost passed out, your warmth clamping around his dick so greedily is taking his breath away. Lord forbids he moves, he might come earlier than he'd want to.

God give me strength.

"Relax a little, baby." His thumb found your bundle of nerves and rolled it gingerly in tight cirlces as he slowly pushed all of his inches inside your cunt.

You felt full to the brim. You haven’t had someone as thick as Father Karl before but it was a welcomed change. Your breath stuck in your throat as you adjusted to his length, legs wrapping around his middle as your body decided between keeping him inside and ejecting him. 

Karl's head fell to your shoulders, grunting and panting as your walls crazily pulsed around him, crunching his eyes as he focused on something else other than coming earlier than he'd want to.

"I-I'm sorry, it's been a while."

His body shuddered as he struggled to withhold his own climax for you. There’s a sick part of yourself that glowed at the sight of his struggle, small whimpers erupting from his throat as he hid his reddened cheeks from your eyes.

Karl is breathtaking when he’s domineering and demanding but absolutely sinful when he’s panting and embarrassed. 

Experimentally, you wound your legs around his lower back and tighten around him. A strangled whine left his lips, the sound sinful yet so sweet as his nails dug into the skin of your waist. "St-stop it."

"Come on, Karl. I wanna see you come."

"F-fuck…!" He weakly exclaimed, his composure faltering as you squeezed harder. “Stop..!”

“But you look so pretty like this.” 

You wiggled your hips and he folds, his back falling and rising in quick successions before he pulled out and splattered his hot semen into your abdomen. You couldn’t help but giggle at this. A crisp slap echoed in the room, his hand leaving an angry mark on your left inner thigh.

"You are in so much trouble, young lady."

"Am I really?"

Your teasing chuckle halted in your throat when he plunged three digits into your heat, moving them at a feverish pace, not letting you adjust to the stretch. Your hips rose from the ground from the sudden influx of stimulation, trying to avoid his unforgiving thrust but the firm hold on your waist prevented you from moving away.

A wicked grin spreads on Karl's face as your legs flail around him, heels digging into his thighs and pushing him away but the man relents. 

“Stop moving and take it like a good little slut.” He grunted as your nails dug into his biceps, squeezing hard enough to hurt but not to bleed.

Blood rushes up to your cheeks at the name, embarrassingly aroused by it. The stinging pain it brought became the pleasure that ran down to his length, hardening it further. You could only wail in place, his iron grip on your waist unrelenting.

Your body erupted in flames, every vein of your body scorched with the fierceness of pleasure running through them, every collision of his hips into yours sending sparks down your thighs. There was nothing but moans and whines leaving your lips as the coils in your abdomen tightened with every thrust and Karl knew it.

His eyes rose to your lust clouded eyes, down to your bouncing breasts and standing nipples almost begging for his touch before it fell to your cunt sucking him in greedily as you bounced on his cock. 

He burned the image of your sex-drunk state at the back of his eyelids, such a sight should be treasured forever.

A sloppy slap echoed in the chapel and your legs closed around his body, his fingers retreats from your hole only to be replaced by his length, immediately lodging himself to the hilt, his head almost nudging your uterus.

"Fuck!"

"That's right baby. This priest is fucking you good tonight."

He folded your legs to your stomach before starting his rampage, pulling out until his head remained before bottoming out in a flash and you screamed as you came apart without warning.

Even with your legs twitching and your sobs increasing in volume, Karl only continued, even daring to speed up. He didn't mind that you're about to leave bleeding scratches on his forearm, if anything, they're proof of this encounter. Something he'll surely remember in his waking days and sleepless nights.

Just like how he carved himself inside you.

You stuttered out incoherent words as he thrusted in and out of you in quick progressions, impatient and rabid. Pleasure and pain intermingled with each other so much your brain couldn't process which one is which as they blurred,  deeply cock drunk to w

There was something about how you're letting him witness such a sight, to let him bask in your lust driven state that makes his heart grow. 

So trusting and so perfect for him, God himself is truly generous to grant him this opportunity.

"K-Karl, please..! I can't—"

"You can baby, now give me another one."

As if his dick continuously poking your g-spot wasn't enough, his hand moved down to roll your protruding bundle of nerves and you swore you saw fireworks behind your eyelids. 

Pleasure flooded and fogged your already sex-addled mind, your own thoughts overshadowed by your own arousal and you screamed. Karl watched your shaking thighs with sadistic glee before the dam broke and you squirt.

Your throat grew hoarse and dry as your climax tore a moan from it. Karl pulled out until the tip and plunged back in, albeit slowly this time, his ears tuned to your incoherent blabbers as he chased his own high.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

His palm felt like spring after a harsh winter when it splayed on your back and rubbed your skin gently, comforting but it did nothing to your shaking legs. “Just a little bit more, princess. Can you do that for me?”

You only hummed a response, there was nothing you could do with weakened limbs and a traitorously hungry cunt despite the stings of pain lashing across it. His groans rumbled deep into your middle. 

“Next time, I’ll fuck you properly on a bed, treat you like a princess and a cock sleeve that you deserve. Would you like that baby?”

You nod, tears spilling down your eyes as his hips collided into yours, the promise of a next time lost in your muddled thoughts. It didn't take long before thick strings of his cum flooded into your insides, his own climax triggering yours and your body shook.

Karl couldn’t help but chuckle as your greedy cunt constricts around nothing to keep his seeds from spilling out. Seeing his come ooze out of your pulsing cunt sent tremors down his spine but he has to stop now, you’re already spent tonight.

Later.

He rose to pick your lax figure up from the floor and forced you to sit on the nearest pews before going around the room to pick up your discarded clothes. Karl decided on forgoing his t-shirt to use it to wipe his essence staining the wood and your skin, your wordlessness made him nervous.

You could be still gliding from the state he reduced you to or maybe you were regretting everything, either way, Karl is scared, you could see it in his eyes as he gingerly wiped you down and dressed you up until you gathered the strength to do it yourself.

Laying on the floor indeed gave you back aches and with the weakness of your limbs from your previous endeavours exhausted you incredibly, the comfortable silence of the room only pulling you closer to sleep, something Karl immediately took notice of.

“Did you regret it?”

You cupped his cheeks, keeping his eyes firmly on yours before shaking your head. “No, I don’t.”

“Wanna stay the night?”

“If you promise to let me hog your blankets.”

He grinned, kissing the tip of your nose. “Of course princess.”

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[sappynapper]

When you’re sick fluff hcs x dwt, awesamdude + karl (separately)

cws: feeling sick, coughing, mentions of mild swelling, pain killers/cold meds, hurt/comfort

Dream

becomes so so touchy and clingy immediately no matter how much you tell him to keep his distance bc you’re gross and contagious, he will not listen

cuddles up to you in bed and holds you when you have a coughing fit so you dont shake too much and places the backs of his hands on your throat bc it feels good and cool against the slightly swollen feeling

will also bring patches to you upon request, getting her to curl up on your chest and purr by scritching her ears

asks you how you’re feeling every 30 seconds, he craves some kind of little task he can complete to help you bc he cannot stand watching you suffer

just ask him for some water or something already so he’ll feel better at least jesus

brings his laptop to bed and plays geoguessr or dumb flash games or whatever with you to pass the time bc he knows its boring when you can’t do anything all day

if you fall asleep on him he’ll rub your back and watch your face for any sign of discomfort and just be there to keep you safe and comfy while you rest

Awesamdude

another one who doesn’t want to leave you alone, but in a less ‘clingy’, more ‘here if you need me’ kinda way

also he doesn’t wanna get sick bc then you’re both bed bound and he can’t look after you

so he digs out some piece of tech like walkie talkies or similar and leaves one on the pillow next to you and keeps the other on his desk next to him while he works so if you need anything you can just let him know

“sammmmyy...”

“cutie pie, this is sammy, go ahead, over”

(he insists on proper radio talk but only bc it makes you giggle)

“could you bring me some tea, please, baby?”

“copy that” and he’s on his way immediately

and you’re literally not allowed to lift a finger if there’s a way he can do it for you

he’ll hold the cup for you while you drink, insist on feeding you your meals, lift you up into a sitting position and adjust your pillows, etc..

then he gets concerned about your temperature rising when your face gets all flushed lmao

Karl

distract, distract, distract, that’s his method

always bringing you something new that he thinks will make you feel better and take your mind of how awful you feel: tea, soup, plushies, a cat, anything

like dream he wants to cuddle up with you in bed and hold you bc that’s what feels right when you’re upset and in pain

plays with your hair and runs his fingernails gently along your scalp, massages your shoulders, slowly rubs his palm back and forward across your chest, just petting you basically, trying to comfort you the way he knows best

he doesn’t tell you, bc he doesn’t wanna be weird, but he thinks you look Adorable with the blankets tucked up to your chin, wearing his sweatshirt, cheeks all pink from fever and eyes droopy from the meds

he’ll definitely stick one of his cartoon network vhs tapes on just for the comforting vibes if nothing else

he suggests reading to you too, breaking out his favourite comics and one of your favourite books from when you were a kid and just reading until he’s hoarse or you’ve fallen asleep in his lap

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[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if...they wanted to propose to you!

dsmp if... series goes wild  anyway

dream: - he’d put himself out there with a poise of confidence and strategy - like bro is prepared . he knows when where what why and how all this shit is happening  - but is also kinda like “ill just wing it and we’ll see how it goes lol” - get this man a schedule - he doesnt want to do a whole public thing so in my head i see him proposing to you in like a restaurant but like a fancy one - hed splurge for sURE  - one of those guys who had like 50 million meeting with ring companies to design the perfect one - asked his mom for help on designing a ring  - he had the blueprint for a speech in his head but when the moment came he went with the flow  - but when hes proposing hed remember his speech so hed be like - “i had this speech that id written, but looking at you made me forget it all, will you marry me?” or some shit like that LMFAOOO - pays sapnap money to come eat the place too so he can take pictures 

sapnap: - okay sapnap is a family man in my head - hed also want to do a destination proposal - maybe greece? rome? somewhere not in america is what im feeling - or hed do it in a fucking ranch in texas or like down the street from the dream team house either one - EITHER WAY he would want your parents and his parents MINIMUM to be there - searches up “best wedding ring designs 2022″ in google and hopes and prays - hed have one or two meeting to plan the ring but i think he’d be confident in what you like  - even if he has no clue - like “so sir, do you think your future fiance would like a rose gold band or gold band?” “rose gold for sure” *has no idea what you like * - would not try to plan a speech, he knows he’d forget it and wouldn’t even use it - saves all that material for the vows - so confident you’ll say yes that he starts calling ahead to look at venues to tour - LMFAO IMAGINE YOU ANSWER HIS PHONE AND THE GUY IS LIKE “hello yes we’re calling nick because he had interest in touring our wedding venue! congrats on the engagement!” - and youd be like “tf” - so you know - but dont tell him you know please it would make his year 

george: - is nervous - “dream what if they say no idk” “bro youre a fucking idiot” - def doesnt want to do a public proposal, he likes the private aspect - so he does it at home or some shit and his phone up to record cause bro knows youd be mad if you had no memento - but he doesnt do it secretly - hed press record and set it up so you can obviously see it - and youre expecting some prank - but then he gets down on one knee and youre tearing up and shi right in the middle of your kitchen - get mad at him for not letting you dress up and look nice for it - has a speech planned out in his head. word for word. and recites that shit back to you like its fucking drama class - once u say yes hes on discord like “SHE SAID YES” and sapnaps like “no fucking shit” - he’s the type of guy to make a ring that he likes and hopes that you like it too - luckily you do like the ring so it all works out - if not just tell him he wont be mad hell just go make a new one

quackity: - asks you like a few months earlier if you want to get married - “do you wanna get married” “sure” - so he knows youre locked in and ready to go LMFAOO even if you interpreted it as light hearted at the time - because of that theres a little suspicion that goes on in your mind when you see him go “i gotta take this call” or “no im def not looking up wedding venues 2023 what do you mean” - but you being the great s/o you are just ignore it - is he proposing or did he take you on a late night drive to an outlook thing - is he proposing or did you catch karl in the bushes with a camera - is he proposing or did he say youre beautiful - is he proposing or did he get down on one knee?? YK WHAT IM SAYING - bro just stares at you and you stare at him like - “babe” “babe” love - youre nodding ur head yes before bro gets a chance to speak - which is good cause he didn’t know what he wanted to say - not that he doesnt know what to say its just - he has so many words for you that he cant put them into words - was ready to blurt out a mixture of spanish and english and hope u caught his drift

karl: - enlists the help of his friend - “hey tina take y/n to get their nails done” - “hey brooke take y/n to get a new dress” - “hey sapnap give me money to buy y/n a ring” LMFAOFMOA - no hed be saving up that shit for AGES - started a proposal dream pinterest board the minute he knew you were the one - subtly ran ideas by you over the course of the years you were together - you didnt think of anything. blissfully unaware - “look at this picture on pinterest!” “oh its sO PRETTY!! imagine getting engaged there” - *saves it to the board* - BUT AS A RESULT he cant make up his mind on where to propose - so he just picks one enie-meanie-miney-mo or however you spell it  - wherever it ends up being its so sweet - mr beast or someone tricks you into coming to the location under the guise of a video  - and you show up and its karl in a suit - “lets go on a walk love” “okay?” - you get an idea of whats about to happen

wilbur: - stalks your pinterest stalks your moms pinterest stalks your ex friends sister met someone at the club and he kissed her’s pinterest - is SO CONFIDENT he’s got everything right because all his information is form you directly - plans that shit out to a T  - “okay phil at 11:02 am you call y/n and say good morning any plans for the day then tommy at 11:34 am call y/n and ask her if she wants to join you for a vlog at [location]” “dude wil we know lets just get on with it” - chooses somewhere with ambience with music perhaps by the ocean or a river or something - meticulously listens to all of spotify for the perfect song to play in the background - hired james and ash (professionals) to film  -  public proposal wants the world to know that he is wilbur and he loves you -  isnt nervous about proposing but is scared something is gonna go wrong -  the whole build up to the proposal is a blur to him  - he wants it to be perfect - hes mentally checking everything off in his head as it happens - “okay so we arrived on time, check” “we’re standing in the right direction check” - when the time comes to propose he blanks - cause everything went right and now its showtime - says whatever is on his mind and then gets on track - “oh my god everything i alright this is amazing! but i love you dear like a lot and...” - cue cheering from tommy (and a lot of soft smiles from random people) when you say yes 

please send me requests it took me days to figure out what to write about here

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[noxiwrites]

Missed you ; Karl Jacobs

Summary; in which you participate in one of Jimmy’s 100 days challenges and Karl misses you just a little too much.

Warnings; smut, oralfem!receiving, cum pushing, fingering.

Half a million dollars seemed like a good idea 50 days ago. You’d jumped at the chance to try win it when Jimmy asked you if you wanted to be the focus of his newest video idea; survive in a house inside a circle for 100 days on your own.

With the exception of him and the guys coming to fuck your shit up every once in a while.

The last time they had visited was around a week ago; when Jimmy brought a marching band to play outside all night. All. Night.

It was safe to say you were going slightly insane. You’d just passed the half way point today; and you celebrated by sleeping and planting some more flowers in the small garden you had dug out in the front of the circle.

But now it was nighttime, and you couldn’t sleep. It was hot; and despite the house having running electricity you didn’t have the pleasure of having aircon.

So you couldn’t sleep.

Not to mention you’d seen a spider somewhere an hour earlier- so you didn’t want to sleep.

You finally decide to get a glass of water, picking yourself up off the bed and padding through to the kitchen/living room area.

You grab a glass, holding it under the tap and getting some water. Not the best, but still water.

You’re leaning against the counter, eyeing your food stock when you hear the door creak. A head pops round and you’re really surprised to see it’s your boyfriend, Karl.

He was the main maniac of the group when it came to causing problems for you during the 100 days.

He grins at you, closing the door behind him and almost bounding towards you. There’s barely time for you to place your glass on the side before he’s wrapping you in a tight hug, lips finding your own.

He holds the kiss before pulling back a centimetre, whispering “missed you.” On your lips.

You’re wondering how he got permission from Jimmy to come see you- because Jimmy said he wasn’t allowed to, per the challenge of you spending the 100 days alone- when you realise he probably didn’t.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” You quirk an eyebrow up at him and he grins again, pressing a chaste kiss to your exposed collar bone.

“Don’t care. Missed you.”

You laugh, gasping shortly afterward when he bites down on your neck, hands snaking around your waist.

Ah. That’s why he’s here.

You rest your arms around his neck, sighing as he continues to bite and suck your neck, his hands sneaking up the back of your (his) shirt.

“Karl, I’ve missed you too but I’m not losing my half a million because you want your dick wetting.”

You feel him smile against your neck, hands grasping your waist as he lifts you up onto the island and he falls between your legs, looking up at you.

“Jim won’t even notice, trust me sweetheart.”

Your stomach flutters at the name; he knows you love it, makes you weak in the knees.

You’re both watching as he traces circles on your thighs, and you don’t stop him as the slide further up to the bottom of your shirt to push it upwards.

“Let me touch you, please,” he almost begs, and it’s now that you can see the outline of him in his pants; pyjama ones. He was that desperate.

You slowly nod your head and he doesn’t hesitate to reach up and grasp your shorts, pulling them down as you slightly lift your hips to help him. He chucks them somewhere in the room, hands straight back on your and feeling you through your underwear.

You sigh, hips pushing forward to try meet his hand a little more. He chuckles, wasting no time pushing your panties to the side and diving in.

You’re feeling it all at once; and you realise you’re probably just as desperate if not more. He kisses you before pushing two fingers in, slowly moving down to kneel so he’s eye level with your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. All this time I’ve not touched you, bet you’re so desperate huh?” He groans, and you moan particularly loud as his tongue makes its way between your folds.

You’re already close- an affect of not being touched by him for so long, and you thread one of your hands into his hair, gasping as he curls his fingers inside you.

“Come on pretty girl, come for me. Know you want to.” You moan again, scared you won’t have the words to respond, tugging his hair so you can have his face close. Again, you feel him smile into you as he adds another finger, stretching you out.

His free hand reaches up and tugs at your shirt, a sign for you to take it off and you do so. The moment it’s gone he grabs your boob, twisting and pinching the nipple and it’s all it takes for you; a chorus of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘I’m cumming’ spilling out of your mouth.

He works you through it, finger fucking you faster than ever before you eventually shy away, post orgasm haze causing overstimulation.

Karl detaches himself from you, slowly pulling his fingers out and holding them to your mouth for you to clean. You do so, watching in awe as he pushes his pants down his legs and you see the wet patch on his boxers. He frees himself and rubs his tip through your folds.

“Tried to get myself off, didn’t work. Needed my pussy.”

You smile, hand coming up to the side of his face.

“I’ve missed you too Karl.” The moment is sweet and he takes a second to kiss you before pushing in, both of you sharing a breath and moan at how good it feels. You’ve not had this for a month and now you realise that you’ve missed it. A lot.

Karl too.

He gives you a second to adjust before he’s setting a ruthless pace, hands gripping your hips to stop you from sliding all over the counter.

“Not gonna last long, god I’ve missed you so much,” he whines and you nod your head, feeling the exact same. His head falls into the crook of your neck and he’s whispering sweet nothings to you as he fucks you like he’s not gonna see you ever again.

“God, Karl, M’close.” You cry out, grasping the back of his head with all you’ve got as he pushes into you harder and faster.

You clench around him, almost finished when he curses and you feel him release, yet he keeps fucking into you throughout.

“Cum for me princess, do it.” He bites on your earlobe and you let go, crying out his name as he’s shooting the last of his cum into you and gradually slowing his thrusts.

You both take a moment to calm down as Karl is still inside you, twitching and chest heaving along with your own.

“I fucking love you, Jesus Christ.” He pulls away from you, watching as a mixture of yours and his cum seeps out of you. He pushes it back in, placing your underwear back where it belongs and pulling you off the counter.

You wrap your arms around him, hugging him for the next few weeks before he pulls you into his side and begins guiding you towards the bedroom. You both collapse into the bed, jumbling yourselves together like you always do when you sleep.

“You have to go before Jimmy finds you.” You tell him, head on his chest.

He giggles, arm pulling you impossibly closer.

“We’re not done, and I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

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[deadduvznap]

Letting gummy Karl try and dominate you for the first time. Him absolutely falling into submission after a couple thrusts and touches from you. You flipping him over and fucking him just how he likes for being a good boy and trying his best. - your pal Stolas/Apollo

I AGREE !!!! gummy karl is just a squishy little guy omg his dick is also probably like gummy as well and i think that funny hed be extra sensitive to touch (being an alien and all) and hed TRY his best to but youd brush up against him and youd touch him gently and hed just get overwhelmed and he immediately gives up whining about how sensitive he feels and how bad he needs you :( hed just keel over yout body and youd have to push him and his long ass mf arms to lay down and THEN you go onto him hed alr be GONE by then his head would be fuzzy and all hed be able to focus on is you ugh hed be such a slut for you

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[justdsmp1]

Stealing you or your heart?

Pairing(s): Karl Jacobs x reader

Pronouns: They/them

About: Karl tries to cheer you up

Words: 502

Masterlist

Y/n today was sad, they were having a tough time with work and wanted the day to end so they could go back to bed, they were having a little walk around the park trying to make the time move faster nothing according to them being different, that they could see.

Meanwhile, the beast crew were walking around the exact same park, looking for an unsuspecting person, the video was stealing from a random person and then taking them and buying new and upgraded of what they stole with a bit of money. When they saw walking past this person with their head down, their items loosely held in their grasp.

Karl was jumping for joy, this could possibly be the best person, they wouldn't even be suspecting it.

"Karl calm down, we don't want to grab their attention" Chris spoke turning to the brunette.

"I wanna be the one to do it, please please please" Karl begged, looking at Jimmy with big eyes who only nodded. Karl bounced on the spot a little. Slowly walking up to the person as to not be noticed.

Still Y/n didn't think much was happening, still pretty down in the dumps. Feeling a little lonely, all their friends live in California where they grew up but came to North Carolina for uni that ended horribly due to not being able to afford the payments.

Karl was coming closer, that went unnoticed by Y/n. He first took their small handbag, going to walk off but they still slowly continued walking, thinking how unlucky they could be for getting robbed. Karl then took their phone, going to go off again then came back, Y/n offered him their wallet and Karl was confused walking off, looking over at Jimmy, Chandler, Nolan and Chris.

Karl walked back over, handing them their phone and wallet then putting their bag back on their shoulder. Walking off defeated but something else came to mind, he walked back over and lifted them over his shoulder. Y/n let out a surprised sound, Karl giggled. Jimmy, Chandler, Chris and Nolan all looked in disbelief. Karl planted them back on their feet where they all are.

Y/n looked at them all curiously, Karl got a good look at their face and started blushing not realising how gorgeous the person actually was.

"Uh- What is happening" Y/n spoke, breaking the silence.

"Well we were meant to be stealing peoples things then buying new and upgraded items but ummm I don't know how we upgrade from a person" Chandler spoke, looking over at Karl who was now blushing.

"They looked sad, ok" Karl defended, Y/n smiled slightly.

"Well then... uh let's get these new things" Jimmy spoke, leading the crew and Y/n away. Lucky Y/n knew who Mr Beast was and wasn't going with a complete stranger. Karl held out his hand, a flustered look on his face. Y/n took his hand and walked away with him.

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[quackarl]

DATING KARL JACOBS · HEADCANONS

A/N: Enjoy! Always fun writing these headcanons.

• Does the public know about you? Absolutely. He would still mention you enough for everyone to be very aware of your existence and the stable relationship you have going on. While streaming, some days he’d feel cheeky, showing your picture from his phone to the camera and repeatedly asking the viewers, “have you seen them? Just tell me, have you seen this person?” to the point that he has everyone almost concerned and convinced for a second that something has happened to you, like you’re actually missing, but then his smirk would start to creep into his face and he’d tell them “well, now you have seen them! That is indeed, my beautiful partner, by the way, for anyone who doesn’t know. Aren’t they stunning?” On some days, he would feel more frisky (uh oh), being wired up by spotting a question in chat asking “okay but what do we think, which one of them wears the pants in the relationship?” Karl would read the question out loud and his answer would be “well, on good nights, neither of us are wearing pants” and top it off with a mischievous smirk. Yeah, chat goes batshit. And so do you. Just his luck that you’re watching the stream too. It’s a good thing he doesn’t mind getting a little frisky, you guess.

• Playfully calling you out each time he would catch you checking him out, or simping, as he’d rather call it. Who are you to blame? Of course you’re looking when he’s right there in front you looking like that. He would definitely do the same, and he has before. You could be admiring him from afar and he would always somehow notice you staring, no matter how quick you divert your gaze, and then very smoothly strut over to you and ask you “what’s a fine person such as yourself doing simping for a man like me?” and giggle at his own act, acting like he doesn’t know you and all. Too bad he wouldn’t stop there, but instead keep teasing you with more remarks such as “you got a good look at me there? Do me a favour now? Turn around and let me take a look at you in return?” and after spotting a faint blush becoming more prominent on your cheeks, he’ll exclaim way too loudly “hah! Got you to blush! Did you guys see that? Hah!” and so all of your friends around you two would just look at him unimpressed and look at you in sympathy as in to say “so sorry you have to put up with this man child”, but you wouldn’t want to put up with anyone else <3

• You’d be pretty much smelling like his cologne all the time, due to being cuddled and embraced by him numerous times a day, and by wearing his clothes frequently. He’d feel very prideful when he’d smell his own cologne on you, it’s something that just sparks a fire in him. Soon it would grow into a habit of his pulling you close to him and just duck his head down to smell you (or smell him on you). Your friends would smell it as well whenever they were around. Sapnap would pull you into a friendly hug and then playfully shove you away and say “ugh, you smell too much like Karl. It’s kinda ruining the moment” to which Karl would just smirk cockily and pull you to his side and ask Sapnap in return “yeah, you have a problem with that?” Now that’s hot.

• Whenever you’d be having one of those days when you wouldn’t be feeling too good about your appearance, or yourself in general, he would not have that. He would cheer and hype you up in every way possible he could just think of, and knowing him, he would do anything to get you out of your head. Even if it means going to extreme lengths, such as walking up to a stranger in public and asking them “c’mon, doesn’t my partner look absolutely charming today?” and then point at you, because he would do that. And so you’d end up dragging him away embarrassed and voice him your opinion, “let’s not make me feeling not good about myself everyone’s problem” and he would dramatically (wayyy too dramatically) stop in his tracks and refuse to move until you drop that negative mindset of yours and accept the fact that you are always stunning in his eyes. And in everyone else’s eyes too, even if you’re not yourself aware of it.

• Watching cartoons on his lap! It’s never cartoon time o’clock without you sitting on his lap. Or cuddling up to him on the couch. Every time a character would make a funny sound, he would repeat it to you adding a few funky sound effects of his own and tickling your sides with his fingertips, “gah! That’s me when I see you.” He’d get sidetracked a few times, because how could he not, with you on his lap after all? There’d be moments when he’d just stare at you instead of the screen, and you’d turn to him too after feeling his gaze on you, so you both would just stare into each other’s eyes for some time until he’d smugly comment “I know I look like the man from your dreams but please, a little privacy here?” and then just turn his attention back to the screen, just like that. Effortlessly flirting with you. Or there’d be other moments when he’d get distracted playing with your hands, giving you cute little fist bumps with his own, making up handshakes, until he’d eventually turn his attention back to the cartoon.

• Falling asleep in the softest ways possible. You wouldn’t dare to tell anyone but his favourite way to fall asleep would be with you caressing his cheek, all while he’s spooned against you. See, it all started out one night when he was falling sound asleep next to you and you reached out to rub his cheek, because he just happened to look like an angel, expecting him to swat your hand away and blush for treating him like a baby, but instead you saw him smiling contently at your touch and you figured that he really liked the way you were caressing him. And by now it had almost become a habit, that whenever he’d get sleepy, he’d grab your hand and guide it to his cheek to mimic a caress and say ‘pat, pat, pat’ to imitate you petting him, and you would know exactly what he means by that. And of course, you agree to it every time. 

• Whenever you’d be busy with work on your computer perhaps, he would of course still find a way to convince you that it should be him your attention is on. He might push his luck a little by trying to playfully distract you from your task by following you around, or coming to stand right next to you, so close that your bodies would be flushed against each other, or even attempting to sit on your lap, or casually undressing and taking his sweater off in front of you pretending like he doesn’t know what he’s actually doing, or how it might affect you. Sometimes he would, surprisingly, actually wait patiently for you to finish and meanwhile sit or lay on literally any piece of furniture closest to you and just scroll through his phone. Literally be willing to uncomfortably lay on a very uncomfortable table, just to be close enough to immediately lunge at you as soon as you’re done and ready to shift your attention from your work to him. At moments when you would get a little too immersed in your work for his liking, making him think if you even are nowhere near of finishing, he’d shout little teasing remarks at you such as “yeah, yeah, I know that file on your computer is interesting but it will not make out with you!” (Unlike him, who’s just been dying to smooch you the whole time if you’d just only hurry up and shut down that damned computer of yours that he hates so much right now).

• Him streaming and then noticing you watching would send him into a frenzy of making so many hearts with his hands to the camera, in hopes you see them. Chat would perhaps eventually sooner or later pick up on it that he must be doing it for you, but he’d never explain himself, just keep the tradition up on every future stream of his 🫶🏻 And also top it off with blowing little kisses to the camera as well.

• Always keen to offer to make you something to eat and then always attempt to make a portion of your meal, or all of it, heart shaped. Because, like he always claims, it’s “made with love”. You don’t know how he managed to slice your pancakes for breakfast into perfect shapes of hearts but he did. And you definitely didn’t know it was possible to shape fries into hearts until he actually did it. Every time he’d proudly plant the plate in front of you to reveal his masterpieces, he’d also loudly announce to you “don’t forget to leave a five star review by kissing the chef!” Of course you’ll give him a biiiiiig smooch every time to thank him. Yeah, Chef Karl is definitely an interesting Karl.

• Jealous Karl would actually not shy away, believe it or not. He’d get maybe a little passive-aggressive as well. Sometimes when he’s having one of those days when he already feels a little irked by everything and anything, all it takes to make him a little more irritated and jealous, would be something as innocent as one of his friends showing you a little, or not so little, platonic affection. “Bro, is it my turn soon or what?” he’d call them out, when you’ve spent a little too long in someone else’s arms. Some days he would be in an extra petty mood, (aren’t we all sometimes?), and ask you and Sapnap, who were hugging tightly goodbye, “should I just leave you two alone?” You’d need to reassure him a little that it’s nothing to feel concerned over, and soon he’s able to forget about it. On most days though, he would be your cheery little boy, and feel great pride seeing you interact and express fondness through psychical touch with his friends the same way he does with them. Maybe psychical touch is both of yours love language after all.

• Okay, what about naughty Karl? It could be set off by you reaching up for something, or raising your arms, making your shirt ride up a little, or you bending over and exposing a little cleavage. He would glance shamelessly, because he knows he can, at your exposed skin. Usually, you catch him in the act, but instead of feeling shy about it, he just even more shamelessly winks at you, silently letting you know he likes what he’s seeing. There’s a lot of accidental (sexual) innuendos happening as well, and he would find a way to somehow manage to direct them at you. You playing a game with him and your mutual friends, and his game character on the screen would grow large and he’d exclaim “guys, I’m massive!” and then gesture at you and blurt out “they would know!” See what I mean?

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