#dream smp x gn!reader

[deadqueerboys]

Late Stream - Quackity x Ftm! Reader (Pre Nsfw)

I lost the request and I'm not a big fan of Quackity but here it is :)

(I know it's incomplete. Let me know if you want more of it)

Being a fucked up night as always, Quackity was streaming one of his stuff about a minecraft sever or whatever about Brazilian things he likes. M/n couldn't feel any kind of happiness with this, in fact, he's bored as fuck. And the T wasn't helping at all.

M/n knocks on Quackity's door, complaining at the much time he was inside there. With a kind smile, he manages to find an excuse, well.. not an excuse. He just says he's going to bring you hers to show them something important.

Quackity smiles at M/n when he opens the door, pushing him inside his office as he shows everybody his boyfriend. Oh, that man is so proud..

"So, I'm pretty sure you guys remember my boyfriend M/n. And.. now he's like.. bigger than me." He giggles, sitting on his chair and putting him in his lap. Quackity lovely puts his arms around him and hugs him closer. "In any kind of bigger, to be honest." He whispers so just both of them could hear it.

"Alex!" M/n shut out to him, shifting uncomfortably on his boyfriend's lap, feeling his own arousing growing. His heat makes he feel good, but also needy. He grinds against Quackity's thigh, making it softly so the viewers wouldn't notice.

Quackity makes sure to keep talking with the camera, his fingers brushing against his big clit and laying his head on M/n's shoulder as he plays with the boy.

After a while of annoyance, Quackity finishes his stream with the excuse of giving his boyfriend some comfort. In fact, he does, but not before frowning at him and giving a huge slap on his thigh.

"Fuck, are you serious?~" He whimpers, biting his lips to avoid a loud moan. M/n turns around to sit on Quackity's lap properly, his legs spread around the chair as his crotch touches Quackity's.

"Of course I'm serious. What happened to my good boy?" He smirks, slapping M/n again. His voice is husky in a rough whisper when he talks again. "You've been so naughty lately, I should do something about it.."

[py-dreamer]

SBI & RodentHybrid!Reader

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

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

How did they find you?

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

Tommy was 3, Wilbur and Techno were both 10

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

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

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

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

Your rat features:

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

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

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

There are small patches around your body hear and there

TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS! TOE BEANS!

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

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

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

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

Life with the SBI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your relationship with Dadza

We already mentioned him earlier but he loves you very much

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

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

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

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

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

Your relationship with Wilbur

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your relationship with Techno

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your relationship with Tommy

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

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

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

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

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

But then, one day:

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

"Hey are you a doll?"

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

"You're a very weird doll"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"AHHHH YOU INSOLENT BRAT! HOW DARE YOU!"

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

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

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

he even introduced you to Tubbo later on!

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

Life in the smp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ador3him]

HIII LOVE UR WRITING!! I wonder if i can be anon 🌟 if it's chill for u and i have a request

Dream x reader

reader rambles and talks a lot and usually changes subject quickly and dream has no issue with he adores it but one day when reader is just rambling to dream while he's staring at her loving she stopes mid sentence and says "sorry about the ramble" and than dream is like all sweet and stuff and tells reader he loves their rambles and could listen for days and days or whatever but u get the point lmao😭

ANYWAYS LOVE UR WRITING AND I'M SORRY IF THIS IS TO LONG

pairing: dreamwastaken x fem!reader

warnings: none!!

requested? yes by 🌟 anon <3

wordcount: unknown (written on phone)

a/n: SORRY I DIED FOR A BIT IM DROWNING IN WORK AND SKL AGAIN AH

- dream absoultely LOVES when you are just talking.

- mainly because he loves your voice, but also because he loves seeing you happily talking about your interests.

- like if you are talking to your favourite movie or show later that night he would watch it so he knows what your talking about.

- or if you are talking about your favourite artist or band you bet he would make a playlist and show you and ask if those songs are good!

- but this one time you were rambling about your uni major.

- "clay im actually so excited for next week, my professor said we can do some placement work!"

- "he also said we can pick groups to work in, and its open placement so you can come watch! if you want or arent busy!"

- "omg wait did we eat lunch i want to eat lunch, we should order some food! my uni has the tastest food. im actually craving some subway, do you feel like subway?"

- "omg im rambling im so sorry,"

- dream would just laugh and pull you into his chest and kiss your head.

- "i love hearing you ramble, sweetheart,"

- "really?" "yes obviously, now i would love some subway, take my phone and order whatever,"

- "you know i love you clay, you are so nice. literally my favourite person. im going to get a pizza sub what do you want? omg lets get some cookies subway cookies slap!"

- " i love you too, and ill get whatever you get,"

[stardustluvs-masterlist]

Masterlist

Started: 8/28/23 Updated: 11/6/23 Works: 15

Kinktober m.list

-Sam and Colby-

• Headcanon Lists

Colby Brock

Boyfriend

• Smut

• Drabbles

-MrBeast Crew-

• Headcanon Lists

Nolan Hansen

Boyfriend

Soft Smut (NSFW)

Cuddles

Karl Jacobs

Fuck Like Bunnies (NSFW)

• Smut

Karlan

Let Me Make It Up To You - Karl X Nolan

• Drabbles

Missing You (fem!Reader)

Kiss It Better (fem!Reader)

-Dream SMP-

• Headcanon Lists

Multiple

Needy - DTK + Punz (NSFW)

Punz

Pussy Drunk (NSFW)

Sapnap

Pussy Drunk (NSFW)

Foolish

Boyfriend

Pussy Drunk (NSFW)

• Smut

Koolish

Almost Caught - Karl X Foolish

• Drabbles

Punz

Let Me Love You (gn!Reader)

[beeindaclouds]

C! DSMP X Reader (platonic) who is a spy who often hangs at the casino in Las Nevadas to gamble when they're on break. Dream and Quackity know their real identity but they can't figure out who they work for...

Outside of that, Reader just randomly appears in the SMP and just goes "hey sup how's your day?" And the person they're talking to gets startled.

Hallo 🌌 anon, hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Spy!Reader

Includes: Dream & Quackity, the others are just mentioned very vaguely

Click here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

You were an individual feared among the SMP

Not because of your strength or power

But because of your intellect

Everyone knew what your work was, you never hid it in the first place actually you made sure everybody knew that you were a spy from the first moment they met you

But you left the detail of who you worked for to their immagination, to keep your mission a mystery to everyone

Along with that you also kept any private information a secret, going by "Agent Anubis" as a name

You wore an Anubis mask to hide your identity and were most of the time seen wearing black formal outfits that could still give you enough movement

The only people who had the luck or respect to see you are Dream and Quackity.

Dream had caught a glance at your face when your mask had accidentally slipped. Still, it didn't give away who you really were or who your worked for, so he forgot about it almost immediately

Quackity was one of the only people in the SMP who you felt comfortable around

You liked to visit Las Nevadas to gamble some of the money you had accumulated over the years

Around the casino you were known as the "unbeatable champion" when it came to poker

Not once had you lost any amount of money. No matter what tactics your opponents used

You actually caught many people cheating while trying to win against you, sometimes even using their own cheating methods against them

Quackity couldn't be more happy to have you in his casino, because your famous title brought in a lot of customers

One day, while on a one on one talk with him, you had slipped off the mask to get some air

The casino owner was obvious surprised, but you trusted him enough to not do or say anything about it

And just like you thought, he never did

The rest of the SMP was mostly startled by your presence

You had learned through the years of ways to move around without making any noises or going noticed

So you made people's heart jump with your presence many many times

Still, they all wondered what your intentions in the SMP were

Well, not all of them

Since a certain blonde knew exactly why you were here, since you worked for his wife in search of the most dangerous object in the SMP

The Revival Book

[thatvintagefanboy]

Never Had A Chance

(Benny Weir x GN Reader)

Fandom-My Babysitter's a Vampire (MBAV)

Tw: Fluff, kissing, yelling, fighting, and Benny Weir is a warning himself.

Pronouns: (They/Them)

Key:

(Y/n)-Your name

(L/n)-Last name

(F/I)-First intal

(E/c)-Eye Color

{Y/n's PoV}

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled pushing Benny away from me. Jane, Sarah, and Ethan were surprised at my out burst. They all knew why I was so pissed off, why I was reacting like this. I grabbed my bag and jacket, "Okay, (Y/n) calm down." Sarah trying to reason with me, but I couldn't so I walked outside slamming the door behind me. I was crying because he broke my heart, everyone except me. "I would never love you, (Y/n) is my friend and they could never like me." I mumbled. I sniffled and heard, "(Y/n)." Benny said my name almost in a whisper. "Every God damn person in that school." I spoke in an angry tone. "I was the only one you didn't care enough to ask! YOU DIDN'T EVEN TRY!" I yelled. I was facing him full on crying. (Y/n) (L/n) was crying because of Benny Weir, but they are in love with him. "I never tried because I knew you would hate it (F/I)." He spoke then hugged me. His head on my shoulder when he pulled away his green eyes liked in my (e/c) eyes. "I'm sorry. Now I know you were mad about the love potion, Della's dog, the nurses-" I stopped him. "Benny I was there I know all of that." I said as he held my cheek in his hand and I leaned in his touch. "So what do you say...wanna maybe give us a shot?" He asked me as I tapped my chin. "Hmm I don't know Mr.Weir, if I say yes I would forgive you if I said no I would kill everyone and Onyx's ship (Shut up!-A/C) so who knows." I spoke softly. "Who?" He asked confused. "Doesn't matter, I guess I accept your offer to be your partner." I said as his face lit up. He started to lean in and we kissed. "Aw man!" We heard and saw Rory in a tree looking disappointed. "Benny your dating them now? I thought I would get a them before you." Rory whined as I chuckled softly. "How about Friday night we play D&D with Ethan?" I asked as Benny smiled. "At Ethan's." He spoke as we nodded. Then we saw Jane running towards us Ethan and Sarah not far behind and behind them Mr and Mrs Morgan. We can never be alone together.

Edited: 12/13/2022

Words:409

{Hello, so I know it took forever, but I'm finally off work for once. I know it's short, but it's an older One-Shot of mine with Benny. I'm going to make Gender Neutrals now. I usually do more, but someone once request an Onyx Sketch x reader and I don't know how to feel about that, but hey one day. If there are any requests I will take any at this point while Divided is on hold because I have been drifting further away from the Dream SMP after what happened with Ollie. Anywho, this one is done. Drink lots water, stay hydrated, and eat. Stay Healthy and happy!~TI3}

[mori-does-mcyts]

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THE TEN FICS OF CHRISTMAS | Various x GN!Reader

In order to get into the holiday spirit, I have decided to release ten special oneshots featuring our favorite block men! These stories mainly revolve around Christmas traditions (hence the title of the series), and contain plenty of tropes that I like, so I decided to beat you over the head with them.

OF MONSTERS AND SAINTS | Various x GN!Reader

Halloween is, quite literally, one of my favorite holidays. Period. So, since I wasn’t able to sate my thirst for spooks last year, I’ve concocted six fresh one-shots in my cauldron of writer’s brew! Do not resist the Halloween vibes. They are not optional.

DREAM SMP

YAN!PUNZ | HCs | angst | 642 words

KNIGHT!READER X KING!ERET | HCs | angst & fluff | 1.8k words

KNIGHT!READER X KING!ERET PT 2 | HCs | angst & fluff | 1.6k words

HERMITCRAFT

I DIED (IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT) | Grian | angst | 1.1k words

GOODBYE TO A WORLD | Grian | angst | 2.5k words

GIMME SUGAR! | Grian, Xisuma | HCs | fluff | >500 words

PINING MUMBO | Mumbo | HCs | fluff | 1.1k words

THEY SAY THE BEST THINGS ARE FREE | Scar | fluff & angst | 4.2k words

SWAGGON SCAR | Scar | HCs | fluff | 1.7k words

SCAR COMFORTING YOU | Scar | HCs | angsty fluff | 395 words

FAKE DATING SCAR | Scar | HCs | fluff & mild angst | 1.3k words

YANDERE SCAR | Scar | HCs | fluff? | 1.0k words

ASYMPTOTIC | Xisuma | HCs | fluff | 708 words

BRUTAL | Xisuma | angst & fluff | 5.4k words

MAN ON THE MOON | Etho | fluff & mild angst | 2.9k words

WEREWOLF RENDOG | Ren | HCs | fluff | 871 words

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WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE | Various x GN!Reader (Discontinued)

Have you ever wondered how certain Dream SMP members would behave if they had hybrid traits? Have you ever stopped to consider what it would be like to interact with them if they did?

Well, look no further, readers, because I have written a collection of hybrid canonshots (oneshots + headcanons smooshed together) to sate your curious minds!

FIREFLIES AND SUMMER SKIES | Various x GN!Reader (Discontinued)

The warmth of June has swept over North America, and with it, summer break. Fresh out of college and armed with a blinding lack of direction for the future, you decide there’s no better place to be than Camp Hermity, a remote summer camp in the shadow of Mount. Noxite. Can you find your life’s goal here, with your campers and fellow staff? Can you even handle your campers? And… why are the rest of the counselors so attractive?

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Welcome to Dusk's Hub!

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮, 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓰𝓸 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓽! 𝓘 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝔂𝓸𝓾/𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓭𝓿𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷, 𝓸𝓯𝓬 𝓘'𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂.

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Hello! A little introduction for me, My name's Dusk but you can call me Diane if you'd like! I like to write stories but I never really publish them. My hobbies are : writing stories, drawing clothes, doodling random things, gaming, watch streams and sleeping. I am an introvert usually but if you wanna talk to me then just send me a DM! I take usually an hour to a whopping 2 weeks to write requests due to me having constant writing burnouts so please be patient!

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Anyways here's some info for requesting:

I will write about:

Dream Smp (Not writing about dteam or Wilbur.)

Hermitcraft (Any season)

3rd Life / Last Life / Double Life SMP / Limited life / Secret Life

Empires SMP (S1 and S2)

Kaboodle SMP (S1 & S2)

Lifesteal SMP (all seasons)

Witchcraft SMP

Outsiders SMP

Pollux SMP

QSMP (Not writing about Forever, Wilbur and just generally bad people who were/are in the server)

Pirates SMP

Origins SMP (Again, not writing for Wilbur)

Rats SMP

(might add more if I end up becoming interested in other SMPs/mc series/shows/etc. Also please respect each creators boundaries. If you know that they're uncomfortable with certain kinds of stuff then please don't request those.)

I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Suggestive stuff but not full on smut.

Yandere

poly reader

(Sexuality)!reader

Character x oc

x reader

x child!reader

x hybrid!reader

Character x reader x Character

Character x Character

HCs

AUs

Oneshots

Preferences

Incorrect quotes

Masterlist (currently):

Dream SMP -

none yet

Hermitcraft -

Yan!Etho x ftm!reader

Grian x F!reader

Tango x GN!Reader

Tango x Short male raccoon!Reader

BdoubleO100 x F!Reader

Christmas with the Hermits HCs (Rendog, Xisuma, Grian)

Valentines with the Hermits HCs (Rendog, Xisuma, Grian, BdoubleO100, Docm77, GoodtimeswithScar)

Angel!MCSkizzman x GN!Reader

XisumaVoid x GN!Reader

3rd Life / Last Life / Double Life SMP / Limited life / Secret life -

3rd life SMP x GN!Wolf hybrid!Reader

Empires SMP -

ESMPS2!Jimmy x GN!reader

ESMPS2!Yandere Jimmy x GN!Reader

Kaboodle SMP -

none yet

Lifesteal SMP -

None yet

WitchCraft SMP -

None yet

Outsiders SMP -

None yet

Pollux SMP -

none yet (Im looking at you rubi)

QSMP -

none yet

Pirates SMP -

None yet

Origins SMP -

None yet

Rats SMP -

None yet

Anon list here

Tags:

# Dusk/Diane writes

# Dusk/Diane rambles

# Dusk/Diane rants

# Dusk/Diane tea

# Dusk/Diane request

# Dusk/Diane incorrect quotes

# Dusk/Diane's anons

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[echo-writes-things]

I thought I’d make a rules for my requests so I can get those up and going!

Master List

Fandoms I write for:

Helluva boss

Hazbin Hotel

Star Wars

Marvel

The Arcana

Five Nights At Freddy’s

Spooky Month

Criminal Minds

Demon Slayer

Haikyuu!!

Fairy Tail

Bendy And The Ink Machine

Beastars

BNA

Harry Potter

Pokémon

Burnt

Stranger Things

MHA

What We Do In The Shadows

UnderTale/Deltarune

Good Omens

Arcane

Fantasy/DnD/monsters

Obey Me

Creepy pasta

Backrooms

YouTuber alternate egos (ex: Darkiplier)

Disney

Slasher movies

Jujutsu kaisen

Saw

the Collector, The Collection

COD

Things I will not write for:

South Park

My little pony

Lore Olympus

Dream SMP

Real life traumatic historical events (ex: twin towers)

I will write:

Horror

Gore

Death

Angst

Fluff

Platonic

Romance

Poly relationships

Canon x reader

Canon x canon

Gender bends

Alternate Universes and tropes/cliches

Mafia

If you want your OC to be apart of a horror fic I take requests for those. But my x canon is strictly for readers. There’s not enough gn and male readers on here to take away from that man

What I won’t write:

Smut

Female readers (read that again. I DON’T DO FEMALE READER REQUESTS. Please do not ask for it.)*

Child x child

Child x adult

Sexual assault

Really huge age gaps

God x mortal (idk it just icks me. Demon x mortal is fine)

Real life serial killers (I won’t do Netflix versions either. No Dahmer no Bundy.)

Pervertedness

No tentacle monster. I know I said monsters in I will but this is one I will never write for (Cthulhu monsters are different. I’m talking about that weird slime shit)

Real life people as ships (so no Markiplier x jacksepticeye and stuff)

I don’t do platonic parent x child reader. I’ll do parent and child canon relationships but not readers

* I will write for female characters but not female readers. It’s for a few personal reasons why I do this but my main one is there’s not enough gender neutral and male x readers on here

I write both headcanons and fanfics. Some stories may get turned into series but not all of them sorry guys. If you don’t specify if you want headcanon or fanfic I’ll decide myself. Please specify if you want male or gender neutral reader. No female readers. If anything is not on this list that you wanna try and request go for it! This list will be updated when more stuff comes up and there’s no harm in trying to ask for stuff if you don’t see it here! If you consistently break my rules I’ll block you.

[deadqueerboys]

Our show - Wilbur Soot x Singer! Male! Reader

Warnings: Cheating (M/n cheating on his partner with Wilbur), Wilbur might be a little asshole. Everyone is an asshole.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!!!

M/n frowns, he couldn't even explain how pissed off he was, all because of his stupid friend! Ugh, if he could call Wilbur as a friend.. maybe a co-worker? They just talk about songs or streams, which was amazing, so when Wilbur called him to make an appearance together with him, he thought it would be fun. When the concert ended, everything was looking clear. M/n sang the song he made thinking about his partner. The sweet and clingy lyrics made an amazing melody that both of they were playing in the guitar, different notes so they could explore it more. But Wilbur had to do it, specifically when a lot of people were seeing it.

They agreed on making a little act for the show. Obviously, it would be something more romantic, but never a romance between Wilbur and M/n! He even thought Wilbur had a girlfriend by the way he acts. Maybe he had.. was he a cheater? He doesn't seem to care about the fact of M/n dating someone. Wilbur got close to him again, suddenly making the dressing room look so tiny and tight. Wilbur's kind smile showed up while he placed his hand on M/n's shoulder.

"Come on, don't be like that, you know that was great!" Wilbur says in a lovely way, that was even worse. Wilbur had an idea of playing it like if they were telling a history, it would be fun if it didn't involve they both kissing!

"Great? Are you kidding me?! My partner is going to be so pissed off.. Act like a couple for a show it's already too far from my boundaries. Imagine cheating in the middle of my first show." He sighs, not even looking up. He keeps his head on his hands, speaking in a lower tone, making his best not to sound angry.

"You worry too much." He grabs M/n's chin, making he look at him before kissing him with passion. It was quick because M/n got pissed off and spread them apart, but Wilbur enjoyed it like a kid eating candy.

"Are you nuts?!" Oblivious to his real anger, he slaps Wilbur. He can't contain himself after that. He hits his shoulder and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, walking towards him until Wilbur is pressed against the cold wall of his dressing room. "I should fucking punch you.." M/n sighs angrily, resting his head on Wilbur's shoulder while still letting his grip tight.

"No need." Wilbur shrugs, bringing his head up to kiss him again, waiting peacefully for another slap when they get off of each other.

Instead, he's welcomed with a rough kiss and M/n pulling him closer with his grip. They both know it is a bad idea. Cheating right in front of the crowd might have an explanation.. but in the background, kissing with such harmony and passion like they did.. you can't fake that.

M/n is annoyed by his own temper, and he knows there's an easy and quick way of getting away from his anger. He kisses Wilbur again and puts his hands underneath Wilbur's shirt, his sweaty body feeling hot and nasty, perfect for the next action they were doing.

Wilbur wraps his arms around M/n's neck, grabbing his hair to get rid of his own stress and energy from being so close of who he believes is the love of his life, or just his fuck of tonight. He smirks and pets the boy's head, giving him a big hint of where to go.

He nods, guiding his hands down to be inside Wilbur's pants. At first, M/n moans in surprise with the feeling of the hard crotch being so ready for him. But quickly, he tries to recover himself and do a good job, using the skills he learned from a lot of years in a relationship. His hand moves to the tip and down on the base, certifying himself to give him pleasure and take care of him at the same time. M/n uses Wilbur's pre-cum and sweat to stroke him faster, making the situation more comfortable.

Even with that, he can't help but put his pants down, looking at Wilbur's cock like a prize. M/n cups him with his hand again, stroking him even faster and roughly as he comes back to feel anger. The thing is.. now he wouldn't stop. Fuck his partner and fuck the crowd, this is person. It's between M/n and Wilbur.

The older is begging, whimpering and biting his own lips so he doesn't moan too loud. He could even want to show people their romance, just not the beginning of their sexual life. Wilbur taps M/n's shoulder, his smirk being full of lust, and the thought of what might happen next.

M/n gets on his knees, stroking Wilbur's base while he takes the maximum that he can on his mouth. It feels too big, too large for someone who wasn't used to it. He takes it off and looks to the side. He coughs, pathetically.

"Oh, is it too big? Doesn't your little partner have such a length?" Wilbur teases, slapping his cock on M/n's face before forcing himself inside his mouth. He grabs his hair and guides his head down, the feeling of such a tight throat making he think that M/n might just be a dumb virgin after all. Wilbur doesn't hold much longer. He knows that if he does, M/n will have to explain more and more to his partner - or ex partner..

He rolls his eyes, his cum settling itself on the guy's tongue and throat as M/n swallow it with remorse. M/n gets up and looks at Wilbur, a frown on his face and a disappointment look on his sad eyes.

"Your office next weekend?" M/n asks, it isn't his type of stuff. His mind is empty, only with one strong thought and it was Wilbur's cock.

"Sure thing." Wilbur nods, smiling at M/n with hope.

[moriiartist]

MORI’S ARCHIVE

BACK TO NAVIGATION… 

A place to store all of my series and fics that are abandoned or have been/are being rewritten without banishing them to the shadow realm. (Please note that, as a result of not being updated anymore, these posts’ themes may not match the blog’s)

LOADING SERIES.DIR...

Where The Wild Things Are | Various x GN!Reader (Discontinued)

Have you ever wondered how certain Dream SMP members would behave if they had hybrid traits? Have you ever stopped to consider what it would be like to interact with them if they did?

Well, look no further, readers, because I have written a collection of hybrid canonshots (oneshots + headcanons smooshed together) to sate your curious minds!

Fireflies and Summer Skies | Various x GN!Reader (Being rewritten)

The warmth of June has swept over North America, and with it, summer break. Fresh out of college and armed with a blinding lack of direction for the future, you decide there’s no better place to be than Camp Hermity, a remote summer camp in the shadow of Mount. Noxite. Can you find your life’s goal here, with your campers and fellow staff? Can you even handle your campers? And… why are the rest of the counselors so attractive?

If you want to finish any of my discontinued fics, please contact me before doing so. I will tag your continuation so my readers can easily access it.

[ador3him]

Hii!! This is my first request and I'm literally so anxious 😭 but anyway, can I request a Quackity x Reader (most preferably female with she/they prns) inspired by the song "You Rock My World" by MJ?

Is 🍜 anon taken?

pairing: quackity x fem!reader

warnings: none

requested? yes by 🍜 anon

wc :unknown

song? You Rock My World by Michael Jackson

a/n: I AM SOSOSOSO SORRY THIS TOOK AGES I NVR LISTENED TO THIS SONG B4 WRITING THIS IS LIKE SJDJDJF also this is so bad HABAHAHA

Quackity was sat infront of a blank piece of lined paper. It was Quackity and y/n's 2 year anniversary, and he was sat infront of a blank piece of lined paper. Sitting. Waiting. Waiting for an idea, an idea to write about.

Dear y/n,

Mi amor, words cannot explain.

"Words cannot explain, I cannot think!" Quackity scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it into the bin which was over flowing with other paper.

"She rocks my world, Karl. But I cannot think of anything to write. I am a trashy ass boyfriend! Fuck." Quackity's voice cracked slightly. "Write about how she rocks your world, Alex. Boom, love note !" Karl's voice sounded distance through the phone like he was doing something else. "Yeah, wait. Oh my god thats it! I got it, thanks Karl. You're a life saver. Bye!" Quackity quickly hung up and went to writing.

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"Happy anniversary, baby!" y/n walked into his apartment with a large boquet of sunflowers and a little black bag. "Happy anniversary, mi amor. I missed you," Quackity and y/n had agreed to stay away from each other for a week to get their anniversary presents and stuff sorted without spoiling it for one another.

"Open it," y/n ushered handing him his flowers and the little black bag. "I love sunflowers," "I know! That is why i got them for you," they said leaning in and giving him a soft kiss. "Thank you," he mumbled against their lips. She pulled away and shoved the bag closer to him. He pulled out a diamond cross necklace out of one of 2 of the boxes in the bag. "Wow, this is gorgeous." Quackity smiled. "Open the other one," y/n giggles slightly. Inside the other box is a silver ring band with their annviersary date on it and their inital on it. "I love you, I love this. I fucking love us, mia vida" He smiled kissing y/n forcefully.

"Now, my turn." Quackity placed a box on y/n's lap along with a envolope. "Read it."

Dear mi amor,

I love you, you fucking rock my world. Ive finally found the perfect love I have been looking for all my life. The rarest love whod think id find, someone like you, to call mine.

You fucking rock my world and I dont wanna give you up, never ever. You are my rock, and I am yours. Mi amor please look in the box and find more.

Love, Alex.

"I am so confused, you write songs now?" y/n laughed. "Look in the fucking box, idiot." Quackity giggled. She opened the box to find a key. "A key? Alex, honey, i love you but i got you 2 pieces of jewllery and you got me a key to your apartment in which I already have a key for," y/n laughed harder. " No! its for our house!" Quackity was now laughing. "What?" "Our house, we have a house together." Quackity pulled out a folder, a beautiful house was on the cover. "This is our gardern!" Quackity motioned to the whole house. "Still rolling with the rock thing?" She laughed. "Shut up! Karl said it would be cute!" Quackity covered his face in embarrassment. "I cant believe you bought us a house, and i bought you 2 pieces of jewllery, how bad am I?" she pressed her face onto Quackitys shoulder blushing.

They were eachothers rock, now living together in their gardern.

[ravenxd]

Could perhaps write like fluff headcanons for Techno/Dream. For example they’re coming home from a war like L’manberg vs. Dreamsmp or the Pogtopia war and they just wanna cuddle and spend time with y/n

Preferably male or gender neutral reader

<3.

- Techno x Reader Fluff:))

-- I don't do Hc's atm so I hope this is fine.

Contents: Fluff, Blood, Wars, Stitcing up wounds, other things I can't think of.

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Technoblade was just a man trying to get through life. He never wanted to be apart of the everlasting wars throughout the terrain. Getting dragged into them was another thing that ended up fueling desire in him, deep down he hated it, but it just became something, like a part of who he was. An anarchist who was out for blood.

But with you he was a completely different person. Sweet, caring, though he still tried hiding that about him. You knew whenever something was wrong or off. It would automatically click in your head. The way it did right now, he was an awfully quiet man. Usually keeping to himself, unless spoken to or something important was needed said.

You never knew what he wanted unless he specifically directed it to you. He had many ways of doing this.

Techno's eyes scanned across his home, the very one he built with the help of his then bestfriend, now partner.

He was exhausted, the battle of earlier had left him like no other had done. It was almost shocking to him, but it would take something greater to even cause him to flinch. All he was, was an exhausted man who seeked nothing more than solace and solitude with the person he loved.

His axe dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. The sound made you jump but you knew who it was.

His heavy footsteps, made their way into the room occupied by you. In there he saw his most favorite person in the world, reading a book on the couch. Your eyes instantly dropped onto him, your soft smile flatered once you'd seen his bloody condition. But before you could say,

"It's not mine." He said plainly.

Your eyes scanned his face," Well no, but those bruises and gashes are." You say.

You sighed and got to him, leading him to your bedroom. You pushed him to sit over on the bed, you then headed over to the chests in your closet, pulling out a first aid sewing kit.

"Your friend Ranboo came and asked for pots, so this will have to do for now. At least until he comes back tomorrow."

You say gently. Techno only nods his head, anticipating the pain of the needle. You slowly cleaned the areas most likely to get infected, a small dab of a alchohol dipped cotton ball would do it. You grabbed the needle and sutures, you got only to his face and began to thread the gash back together.

Techno flinched, causing you to almost drop the needle.

"I know, I'm sorry. We just don't want it to get infected okay?" You say softly, he gave a sound of affirmation.

You'd thrown in all of his clothes into a trough of boiling water, that you'd let soak overnight. Waiting for Techno to get out of the bathroom, you throw away blood soaked cloths, the ones you used to clean him up. You cleaned up as much as you could, thanking that the bed wasn't drenched in blood.

When he comes out he's dressed in a button up, and a pair of loose pants. You walked over to him and hugged him, relief setting over you, finding that he was still okay. He wrapped his arms around your form.

"Come on, it's getting late." You say as you'd both let go of each other. You blew out a torch and the only light was the one from the hallway and the moonlight from the window.

Techno made his way to the bed, pushing the covers down to accommodate himself. You followed, laying down right beside him.

The night continues with you talking about your day as he was away, the usual wandering off to the nearby village to trade and cave exploring. Techno's tense state was eased the more he heard about you. He was just happy now, the feeling of your hand caressing his face carefully, or the way you looked into his eyes. He was just complete.

[wldflvrs]

NOT WARRIORS, wilbur soot

a cc!wilbur soot x reader oneshot

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which wilbur soot meets someone who unintentionally saves him from the pit of sorrow he’s dug himself into

- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, angst, fluff, post-break up feelings and stuff, hurt/comfort, swearing, non-content creator au, mentions of alcohol consumption, told in third person pov. (3.6k words)

- ', ꒱ INSPIRED BY, not warriors by waterparks

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, wrote some soft wilbur stuff inspired by my favourite song atm for my birthday

It was 4 in the morning and Wilbur laid wide awake in bed for the second day in a row. No matter how hard he had tried, it was absolutely no use because even if he did manage to fall asleep, the dreams—or nightmares as he deemed them—that plagued his heart-broken mind would wake him up again. Reminding him of all the time and love he has wasted into someone who ended up getting bored of him.

Reaching for his phone that he had earlier thrown across the bed, he groaned as the bright light blinded his sight, making him take a moment before they had finally adjusted as to allow him to see the influx of missed calls and texts begging him to just let the senders know that he was even alive which promptly made him turn it off. He wasn't in the mood for talking. He wasn't in the mood for anything actually! All he wanted was to curl up into his bed and have just one peaceful night but he knew that wouldn't be possible. He knew that the second he closed his eyes or even looked around his room, memories of the person he once called his lover would flood his brain and he didn't want that.

He couldn't stand being here, or anywhere she's been, and so Wilbur decided he would go for a walk. Getting up from bed, he slipped on his shoes and grabbed a jacket before making his way out of his apartment and began walking in a random direction. It didn't matter where he ended up, just as long as he was away from anywhere she may be.

The cold bitter air hit his face as he quickly regretted not bringing a scarf but made no effort to warm his face or turn back. This was the most he's done since she broke up with him and the first time he hasn't resorted to alcohol to numb his feelings (because it was something he had promised her before this mess happened). And like the fool that he was, he still fucking loved her and went through with his promise—even if he was beginning to regret it. He wanted to not feel the heartbreak, he wanted to forget and numb it all even if it would all come rushing back the morning after. Perhaps then he’d finally get a restful night's sleep.

Making his way across the street, Wilbur finally realised that he finally made it towards a park. In the daytime, it was often crowded with young couples on dates and children running after (and getting chased by the) ducks at the nearby pond but even at night it was lovely. Perhaps he would feel better staying here for a while, he didn’t have any past memories associated with the little park and he doubted he’d ever come back after tonight so what did he have to lose?

Finding himself a bench to sit at, he found one that overlooked the pond which seemed to sparkle is the moonlight. She would’ve loved this- Wilbur shook the thought out of his head. He had to. There was no use in thinking about her anymore, she had found better. He scoffed at the thought. Even while he was doing anything to distract himself from her, it seemed as though she had already made herself a home within his mind and even though she had left, the memories remained with no plans of leaving—forever haunting him.

Wilbur remained at the bench, enjoying the cool air as he popped an earbud in and blasted his music in an attempt to drown out his thoughts. It wasn’t as good as what alcohol could’ve done, but it was good enough. And even if he did want to drink his sorrows, that would mean having to go to the supermarket where he could risk running into one of his friends and as much as he appreciated them dearly, he could not handle their worry and concern right now.

“Hello there.” Wilbur allowed a crack of a smile to appear on his face as one of the ducks had waddled up to him. He had been sitting there for a while now and posed no signs of being a threat to the ducks so it wasn’t a surprise that one of them had decided to approach him.

The duck, unsurprisingly, remained quiet and continued to stare at him.

“I don’t have any food unfortunately, but I’ll bring some next time, yeah?” And as if the duck had understood him, it quacked then began waddling back towards the bridge where the rest of it’s family stood.

A duck that can understand humans? Wilbur almost laughed at the thought.

By now the sun had begun to rise, allowing rays of sunlight to peek through the leaves of trees surrounding the park and act as a reminder for Wilbur to leave. He didn’t want to run into anyone he knew, or anyone in general for that matter! He just wanted to go home and curl up into his bed for the remainder of the day and as an adult living by himself, he was able to do just that.

Carelessly throwing his phone onto the couch the second he made it through his front door, he put his shoes away and hung up his coat before heading to his room to ‘rot away’ as one of his friends had called it when he checked his notifications. He didn’t pay attention to the name of who sent it nor did he care. He thinks it was Jack, or maybe Tommy. Probably Jack. He’d reply later. Whenever that was.

And so like clockwork, for the next few days, Wilbur had left to head to the park at around 4 in the morning with a small bag of oats to feed the ducks with. He would stay there for a few hours, either until he was too cold to continue being outside or until the sun had begun to rise and people were starting to arrive.

He had made the effort of at least making his presence known to his friends so that they weren’t blowing up his phone every hour wondering if he was even alive. It only took Tommy threatening to file a missing persons report if he didn’t reply—because “I know you’re reading this, Wil”—for the young boy to finally hear back from him but also understanding that he was going through a tough time, didn’t pester him about it. From there, he would occasionally reply to one of their messages and in return, they wouldn’t be breaking his notifications every hour. For the most part that was.

Tonight was no different from the others. Leaving his apartment at four in the morning with a bag of oats in hand and barely three hours of sleep, he headed towards the park where he would be spending his early morning with ducks. God that sounded pathetic.

“Hello to you too.” He greeted the flock of ducks who had waddled towards him upon his arrival. They pecked at his legs, silently (but sort of painfully) asking for him to feed them, making him laugh quietly. “Alright I’ll stop talking, here.”

Despite his words, he did not stop talking.

Shortly after throwing a handful of oats onto the ground, Wilbur had begun to rant about his day to the ducks who mindlessly pecked at the pile of oats before them. He told them about his day and how he almost texted her asking how she was and how he almost gave in to go to the supermarket and buy himself a bottle of vodka and say screw it to the promise he has made her. He didn’t, obviously, despite him wanting to. He was by the door about to turn the doorknob and leave when something seemed to stop him. He didn’t know if it was because he’s grown an attachment to the ducks or the fact that he still wanted to keep that promise he made to her or something else entirely but he ended up back in bed soon after.

“You don’t think I’m going mad, do you?” He asked, not expecting any sort of response other than a quack but was surprised when another voice replied to his question.

“Just a bit.”

The sudden presence made him jump and almost drop the rest of the oats in his bag. He mentally cursed himself for that before turning his head to the side where a person stood a couple feet apart from him. It was still fairly early in the morning so there was no reason for someone who appears to be around his age to be in the middle of the park on a Wednesday morning, but then again here he was, so who was he to judge?

“Hello to you guys too.” The stranger laughed as the group of ducks he was just previously feeding had ended up at their side, pecking at their legs the same way they did to him whenever he came by.

Wilbur watched in a mix of shock and awe.

“They like you.” He voiced his thoughts.

The stranger looked up from the ducks at their feet to nod at him. “Most of the time, I used to feed them on my way back home from class.”

“Used to?”

“I’m finishing my last semester this year, so I’ve been going straight home after class. I’m surprised they still remember me.”

“I’ve been feeding them for the past few days.”

The stranger let out a chuckle at the obvious statement. “I can see that. They’re pretty sweet, I can see why you were talking to them. Great listeners.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes at their words. “You can call me weird for talking to ducks, I won’t be too offended.”

“I’m Wilbur.” He introduced after a moment of silence settled between them. He extended a hand out for them to take as he put the bag of oats into his jacket pocket.

“(Y/N).” They replied with a gentle smile that Wilbur unintentionally mirrored.

That afternoon when he returned home—he had invited them to get coffee at a nearby cafe which they agreed to—a part of him was thankful he didn’t give in last night and went out to drown his sorrows in burning alcohol but the other part felt suddenly more empty now that he was alone.

He had only known (Y/N) for a few hours but it was enough for him to grow fond of their company. He wanted to see them again and while he did get their number, he also knew that they were finishing up their last semester of university so freetime wasn’t always in their schedule. The last thing he wanted was for them to possibly fail an assignment or test due to him. But he had their number, so perhaps he’d be able to see them again soon.

Falling into the warm embrace of his bed, Wilbur placed his phone by his nightstand before burying his face into his pillow. Exhaustion had been plaguing him despite the few hours of sleep he’s been beginning to get each night but apparently, it wasn’t enough to satisfy his body’s needs and so with nothing in his day to look forward to, Wilbur slept.

He slept from two in the afternoon until nearly one in the morning, his mind far too exhausted to produce any dreams that would have him jolting awake which he was thankful for. He was almost certain that had it not been for the sound of his phone going off that he would’ve slept through the entire night.

Reaching for his phone, he took a second to adjust to the bright light the screen casted before unlocking it to reveal two messages from you. The first read, i think they’re hungry, with the following being a picture of the ducks at your feet. Wilbur chuckled to himself, punching a quick reply before getting up from his bed.

Taking a shower and brushing his teeth before rushing to throw on a pair of jeans with the first sweater he saw, Wilbur almost forgot to grab the oats as he ran out the door. He was certain he was forgetting something else but as he patted his pockets and didn’t feel anything missing or out of place, he simply assumed it wasn’t important enough to bring before running back out the door and towards the park.

“Hey!” They greeted as Wilbur’s pace slowed to a jog before stopping by their side, hands resting on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.

“Hey.” He responded, bringing cold air into his lungs as he felt his heart beat continue to race. “Sorry, I took so long.”

(Y/N) gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s alright, sorry if I woke you by the way.”

“No no, it’s alright. I’ve been sleeping all week, I need to get out more anyways.” He replied.

They remained silent though it looked like they wanted to say something. Wilbur didn’t press on it.

It was strange how comforting the silence was. Usually he didn’t like the silence since that was when his mind got the most of him but right now, it was the opposite. The silence hung across their shoulders comfortingly as he pulled out the bag of oats and began feeding the ducks that had been pecking at both of your legs upon arrival.

It was strange, but he liked it.

“Why did you come back?” Wilbur suddenly asked, breaking the silence that previously held them.

They hummed in response, tilting their head to the side as if silently asked him what he meant by that.

“I mean why did you come here, I thought you said you were busy with your studies now?” He said, throwing another handful of oats onto the ground.

“Tired, I guess. Of staying home studying all day I mean, it gets boring isolating yourself in your room all day.” Wilbur definitely knew how that felt.

“Oh so it’s not because you missed me?” He teased, placing a hand over his heart to add to the joke.

(Y/N) laughed, and Wilbur found himself smiling at the reaction he was able to pull out of them as if it was an achievement of sorts.

“No, that too. It was fun getting coffee earlier, I really enjoyed it.”

He wondered if they were able to see the way the corners of his lips quirked upwards at that. “I uh, I had a great time with you too. If you’re free, I’d really like to get another coffee with you sometime? I understand you’re busy and all but I’m honestly free whenever.”

“How about lunch tomorrow? My class ends at 11.”

“I’ll pick you up!”

Wilbur didn’t own a car. He knew how to drive, but he did not own a car.

This didn’t act as large of a problem the night before but now with less than hour before (Y/N)’s class was ending and the promise of driving them to lunch, Wilbur was rapidly running out of options to save himself.

God he was such an idiot.

Just as he was about to give up and call them to come up with some lie about his ‘totally real and existing car,’an idea popped into his mind. It probably wasn’t the best idea but he was seriously running out of time.

Pulling out his phone, he hastily unlocked it and searched through his contacts and pressed the call button on the one he wanted. He waited for three rings before the line connected and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Wilbur? Are you alright-”

“Jack! I need a favour!”

Rustling came from Jack’s end of the line before he spoke again. “Okay, that depends. What is it exactly?”

“I need to borrow your car.”

“What?”

He didn’t have enough time for this, but it was also his last and only resort so he didn’t have much of a choice anyways, so he explained it all. He told him how he began heading to the park in the middle of the night to feed the ducks and ended up meeting someone who also befriended the ducks which led to him asking them to lunch and offering to give them a ride despite him not owning a car and how that now brought him to asking Jack for his car so he wouldn’t have to come up with some shitty lie as to why he couldn’t give them a ride. It was a mouthful to say and an even bigger earful to hear and for a second, Wilbur wondered if what he had said was even coherent as silence was the only thing he heard for a while.

It wasn’t until laughter came from the other line that he knew he had heard and understood it.

“So you’re telling me, you lied to your date and didn’t realise it until now?” Jack managed to say between laughs. Wilbur simply huffed in annoyance at his friend's response, not even realising that Jack had called it a date.

“Jack- okay yes I did, I’m an idiot I know but please let me borrow your car and I’ll do anything. I’ll owe you the biggest favour ever.” This caught Jack’s interest and Wilbur contemplated taking it back or not but before he could even decide, Jack had already accepted it.

“Alright fine, I’ll drive by your place and you can take it. Just don’t mess it up or you’re paying.”

Wilbur let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. So so much!”

Surprisingly, he had made it to (Y/N)’s university with five minutes to spare—and no accidents—allowing for him to mentally prepare himself.

He didn’t understand why he was so nervous, it was just lunch. There was no reason for him to be feeling like this. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’s felt this nervous—probably because back then, he would drink enough alcohol required before he no longer felt anything. It was a good thing, for multiple reasons, that he didn’t drink anymore but he still wished there was something he could do to ease the nervousness.

The passenger side door swung open, breaking Wilbur out of his thoughts and somehow managing to make his heart beat faster as his eyes landed on them who greeted him warmly with a smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey, ready to go?”

Wilbur mutely nodded, his brain a complete mess of words he couldn’t say making it hard to even form a coherent thought. Thankfully however, as the car roared to life, there was little talking needed as they went to turn on the radio shortly after he began to drive away and the sound of their singing—and occasionally his own—filled the car as he drove towards the restaurant they would be spending the rest of their afternoon at.

Had someone told him a week ago, when he began spiralling into that hole that led him to sleepless nights at the park with ducks as his only company for a little while, that it would lead him to spending all his lunches at a restaurant down the street with a stranger—or friend possibly?—and nights together at the park or his flat who made him feel better in such a small span of time, Wilbur would’ve laughed in their face then tell them to fuck off. He didn’t need a knight in shining armour and he most definitely didn’t need a saviour to save him from the mess he put himself through. But that wasn’t how life worked, and he still got one in the form of a college student who also enjoyed feeding the ducks.

His saviour however, wasn’t a cold warrior of any sorts but rather, a kind hearted stranger whose smile managed to make his heart flutter and leave his flurried mind at a loss for words. They wore sweaters instead of shining armour and gave him coffee for those early mornings he went to meet them before class and laughed whenever the ducks would get too impatient waiting for their food instead devoting their life to protecting another for the sake of justice.

His saviour, in short, was someone who had walked into his heart that he was positive he had locked and made themselves at home without him even noticing it.

It was terrifying when he finally realised—and even more so when he found himself subconsciously welcoming them to stay in his heart. Had all the heartbreak he just endured not been enough for him to go falling in-love with someone all over again? Had he not learnt his lesson already?

It didn’t make sense! He knew how relationships ended. He knew how his relationships always ended.

He didn’t want to go through the heartbreak all over again. He didn’t want to be hurt again, but this—the way they made him forget about it all and filled his head up with new memories and feelings to yearn over—was different.

This could be different.

Right?

Shuffling from the other side of his bed caught his attention. Glancing down, he saw (Y/N)’s sleeping figure twist and turn in their sleep, unable to get comfortable before moving closer towards Wilbur who instinctively wrapped his arms around them, pulling their body closer to his so that they could rest comfortably against him.

They mumbled something he couldn’t quite understand which was quickly followed by soft snores, leaving Wilbur wide awake in his bedroom with a soft smile on his face as moonlight shone through the window. This was all the confirmation he needed.

This would be different.

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Hello bee! Can i have a C!DSMP x nezuko reader? If you don't know nezuko you can make the reader a demon like bbh!

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💮 anon, hii! Trust me, I know a lot about Demon Slayer, I've been an anime fan for waaay to long now lol

I hope you enjoy <3

C!DSMP w/ a Demon!Reader

Includes C!: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade, Nihachu, Punz, FoolishGamers, Awesamdude

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Reader: GN - They/Them

Being a demon wasn't really your choice

Some are born with it and some accidentally become one after being bitten

You were, unfortunately, the former

Unspeakable things had been done to your village because of your uncontrollable form

But thanks to a certain demon, Badboyhalo, you were able to put your powers under control

Bad had to but you on a "no blood" diet to get your conscious back

And once you were back to normal you also had to keep on biting on a bamboo stick, kind of as a way to muzzle your own hunger

[a.n: just search "Nezuko" if you don't understand the whole "bamboo muzzle" thing]

During these months of recovery you had constant nightmares of the things you had done to your village

Luckily for you, Bad and Skeppy were great company. They really acted like your dads, which you found really comforting

Because of your "muzzle", you didn't talk much to anybody, but everybody in the SMP knew pretty much who and what you were

You had helped Dream and Punz numerous times whenever they needed your strength. You were completely oblivious to what you were helping them with, but wanted to be kind to everyone;

Sapnap and you shared a very close sibling-like bond. Being basically adopted by Bad and growing up togheter as siblings;

You didn't know much about George, other then the things Sapnap or Dream would tell you;

Sapnap and Bad had kept you away from getting close to any of the L'manburg civilians. But they especially kept you far awya from Wilbur, Phil and Techno, mostly for your safety

Karl and Quackity also treated you as a little sibling, probably because of your relationship w/ their fiancée. But you later were kept clueless from their whole "fighting" period

That didn't mean that you didn't meet atleast some of them

You especially liked Niki and Techno. Niki just had a naturally welcoming aura, while Techno had complimented your demon form and fighting style many times

When the egg first appeared, and your dad Bad started drifting apart from you, it led you to moving in with Auntie Puffy

While living with her you met Foolish and Sam, who would sometimes visit and hang out with you for a bit

[cryptic-kisses]

Ghast Tears

c! Ranboo x gn reader (PLATONIC)

summary:

Reader and Ranboo go to the nether for some simple netherite mining until Ranboo has an unexpected encounter with a ghast

based on a prompt @a-rradio gave me :)

warnings: near death experience but no graphic descriptions.

authors note: Hi ghosties! First post! Before you read this just know I'm very much still a new writer and don't know what I'm doing and also this is v short I'm sorry!

The soft rumbling and popping from the surrounding lava mixed with the strange noises coming from the environment and mobs made Ranboo quite anxious.

Him and his friend [y/n] were together searching for ancient debris to help regain the armour they lost in an unfair fight. He couldn't remember what it was for but it was completely avoidable and useless.

"Ranboo– hey can you move back a little bit for me?"

Ranboo looks at [y/n] who is holding tnt in their off hand, he instantly moves back a few steps and watches them place the block before promptly setting it off making the surrounding area blow up.

Ranboo flinches at the rather loud noise before looking at [y/n] who has a rather wide smile on their face.

"Dude! I think I found enough!" [y/n] says to Ranboo excitedly as they slide down a flat edge to mine the ancient debris uncovered by the contained explosion.

Ranboo lets out a rather relieved sigh and a smile appears on his face as his tail swishes back and forth.

"We've been out here for hours and we can finally leave?" [y/n] chuckles as they climb up a small ledge from the hole. When they get up they give Ranboo a rather rough pat on the back which makes him lurch forward.

"Yeah okay, let's get out of here before this armour melts into my skin forever." They point at the iron chestplate which is barely just holding out in the heat. Ranboo let's out a small giggle at them as he and [y/n] make their way to the netherrack path to the main portal.

When walking Ranboo constantly keeps looking down at the red and orange lava below him as he walks along the slim path. [y/n] has to keep reminding them to keep their eyes up. Every time ending with Ranboo mumbling numerous little sorrys.

When they continue [y/n] pipes up with something.

"When we get back do you want to help me with a redstone project?" Ranboo is caught off guard but looks [y/n].

"I don't know much about redstone though..."

[y/n] hums

"It's nothing hard. I just need someone to help me, and if worse comes to worst I can teach you."

Ranboo mumbles a pleased 'okay' as he looks at his feet walking along the path.

He's lost in his thoughts for a good moment, seemingly not paying attention to [y/n] yelling out his name.

It doesn't hit for a second before Ranboo is knocked back from the impact of a ghast's fire charge. When he gets hit he stumbles backwards and falls off the thin path, hands scurrying to grab the ledge of the blocks.

[y/n]’s eyes widen as they look at Ranboo whos gripping the netherrack with his dear life. They hurriedly pull out their bow and with the little arrows they have in their inventory kill the ghast with a couple hits.

They rush to Ranboo and pull him up by his forearms. When his feet touch the floor he starts shaking, leaning into [y/n] a little bit.

"Are you alright?" [y/n] mumbles as they look for a regeneration potion in their inventory. Ranboo nods his head a little bit and graciously takes the potion from them and immediately drinks it down.

"I hate the Nether so much" He mumbles, which relieves [y/n] immediately.

"C'mon let's get you out of here," Ranboo agrees as they both head back to the portal, this time with more caution. When they reach the overworld [y/n] pats Ranboos back again, this time much softer than the one they gave to him earlier.

“Are you sure you're alright? We can postpone that redstone thing for another time.”

“I'm fine, I think I need something to clear my mind anyway.” [y/n] grins and pulls him into a side hug.

“Good because now I can use your height for evil.”

Ranboo sits still before laughing a little bit.

“Yeah sure. You're too short for evil!” [y/n] lets out a faux gasp before leaning over a little bit from laughing.

“That's what you think, just wait until I steal custody of Micheal.” [y/n] manages to say through a bunch of giggles speeding up their walking to a sprint to get away from Ranboo.

Ranboo starts sprinting after them yelling, “You're joking right, that's a joke RIGHT?”