#dsmp male! reader

[magicalbunbun]

C!Techno and y/n:

Eyes and voices 🫣

[deadqueerboys]

Uhmmm… Waking Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur and Quackity with a morning blowjob Please?

YAYYYYYY

Tommy, Wilbur (x gn! Reader), Tubbo x Male! Reader. SEPARATE!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Tommy

It was late, Tommy was so tired the last day he didn't want to wake up. He asked for five more minutes, which you have him. You spend so much time on your phone, laying next to him in the bed because he can't sleep without holding you close. It was already time for him to wake up, so you had an idea. It was risky, and he would probably get mad, but it was worth the shot. You got under the blankets, pulling his pants down and softly holding his length. You stroke him slowly, going gently before taking it on your mouth. Suddenly, he woke up. He didn't move or complain. He just opened his eyes and looked at you. He wanted it. His dick was getting hard inside your mouth, which feels funny.

"You.." Tom closes his eyes and punches the pillow. He whimpers a little too loud, crying a little. "Why would you do that?" He rolls his eyes and grabs your hair. He was so sensitive that he couldn't handle an easy morning blowjob. He doesn't even move, he don't want to ruin the moment. Your mouth feels so good around his cock, you take him so well. Tommy takes a moment before smiling and caressing your head. He relaxes and giggles, leaking pre-cum on your mouth.

He sniffs and lays his head back. He was so in love with this situation, your mouth, your eyes.. he could live like this forever. You between his thighs and his hand grabbing your hair. Tommy is so easy for you. He doesn't care if it's non-con. He just wants to release himself on your mouth. He doesn't take long to cum, his shots on your throat as you get up. Tom is looking at you with a dumb smile. He sings for you to come closer, and suddenly, he kisses you.

"You should do this more often." That's the only thing he says before getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom. He signs for you to come along, giving you another kiss before he starts to brush his teeth. He's playful, looking at you with love and interest. Tom loves to do anything with you close to him, even if it's his morning hygiene. He doesn't take his hands out of you, one of them around your hips as he brushes his teeth quickly so he can kiss you again.

Wilbur

He was being such a crybaby in the last days, always complaining about how he doesn't have time to pay attention to you and how he wants to have more dates and do real sex instead of quickies and blowjobs under his desk. Wilbur also talks a lot about his bandmates and his concerts, which is the reason why they are at his place today. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't love you anymore. You had one hour until he woke up. His clock was set for 7am, and it was currently 06:15. He had a boner and he was spinning in the bed, going to left and to the right nonstop. You were tired of it, so you grabbed his hips and pulled down his sweatpants. He looks so big wearing it. It should be a crime for him to use it.

You took him on your hand, biting your lip as you did. You were getting horny and impatient. He bucks his waist a little, which causes you to grab him a little tighter. Without waiting, you take it on your mouth. The best you can take is the middle of it. Will was slowly waking up, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. He moves during his sleep, forcing himself on your mouth. It hits your throat, but instead of taking it off, you keep going. Wilbur opens his eyes lazily, he looks down and see you taking his cock on your mouth. He doesn't react, only closing his eyes again and smiling.

"Sweetheart?" Wilbur whispers, he looks at you with passion. He puts his hand on his mouth, avoiding a moan to come out. He doesn't like to be vocal, especially in the morning and in a day where his bandmates were in the room next to them. He nods for you to keep going, his free hand on your hair, carefully pushing your head so you can take more of him. He smiles at you when he feels in control of the situation again. He takes his cock out of your mouth, slapping it on your cheeks.

Will make you come closer to him. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. He puts your underwear to the side and goes slowly inside you. He loves this feeling, your tight walls around his cock, making him so sensitive and soft. Wilbur bites your neck, still trying to be quiet. He puts his hand on your mouth at this time. He knows he will have to take care of the noises you make at this time. He looks at the door, searching for any sign of the boys waking up, but they don't.

Quackity

It's been a while since you both didn't have sex. Quackity was always busy with his new projects and his new friends. He's been tired, sleeping late at night and waking up at 3 pm. He never talks to you or gives you a hug like he used to. He only sits on his office and works on his computer. It's stressful. He only gets out of the office to eat, and then he comes back, not even saying hello to you. Today, he's sleeping like a rock. It was at past midnight when he went to bed, and he wouldn't move or talk like he used to. He was sleeping with a lazy shirt on and just his boxers, which is hot and makes you feel a little horny. You sat on the bed and got between his legs, pulling his underwear down and taking him on your hand.

He quickly got hard, and you took him on your mouth. Just the tip, teasing his sensitive area. You lick it, and suddenly he moves, waking up and looking at you with confusion. It takes him a while till he understands what is happening, but then he yawns and sits next to you. He makes you sit on his lap, wrapping his own hand around his cock and stroking it. Quackity kisses you, some morning sloppy kisses before he asks you to go suck his dick again.

"Stupid, you should wait until I wake up. It's not that hard to don't harass me while I sleep." Alex smiles. He was teasing you. He always loved it when you did this to him, even tho he likes sleeping until it's late. He's not really a morning person. "Mi amor, slow down, I'm not going anywhere." He moans, his dick feeling comfortable on your tight, warm mouth. He never stops with the nicknames on Spanish. It's his biggest kink. If you talk to him on Spanish, he will certainly fuck you harder and faster.

Tubbo

Dating Tubbo is not really the easiest thing ever. He's clingy, needy, and pathetic. He loves to be dramatic, and he complains a lot when you don't give him attention. He spent the whole week talking about how you don't love him anymore because you haven't touched him in a while. After a lot of his cursing, you finally slept at his place, which was good because he wasn't streaming today. It really pissed you off how he was always working and never giving you some private time with him, but today was the day.

You slept horny because he fell asleep first, which caused you to palm yourself. That wasn't enough. By the morning, you could only wait until he woke up, but it was impossible. He was talking in his sleep like always, complaining even more about something you didn't understand. You had enough after two hours of waiting. You got in front of him and carefully wrapped your hands around his dick, putting it on your mouth without fear. You suck on him, making him move and unconsciously speak again. He let out a small moan, then he woke up. He seems surprised and sleepy, not giving a fuck about what are you doing.

"Are you serious, babe? I was sleeping, what the heck.." Toby whispers, scratching his eyes. He closes it and puts his hand on your head, not forcing your head or anything. He just stays with his hand there with no explanation. After a while, he opens his eyes again, looking at you with curiosity. "Honey? Babe?" He calls you, trying to make you look at him, but you were too focused on his dick. "Hey, if you don't stop, I will c-" He moans and rolls his eyes, grabbing the sheets. He cums on your mouth, forcing his eyes to close. "I fucking hate you." He whimpers, waiting for you to get off of his dick so you could cuddle.

[cherrynwinesk]

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

[bloodyboi]

Smut readers and writers, I have a question. How do you feel about people that write about characters that are canonically minors in smut work?

[magicalbunbun]

So I'm thinking Dsmp Y/N with either Technoblade,Wilbur or Bbh and Skeppy don't ask why

And I feel like Foolish,Slimecicle or Jaiden(Platonic sorta way?,more siblings relationship?)

Dsmp

Qsmp

And witch ship I enjoyed the most:

A/n

By the way guys, I redesign MC from dream smp because I start to not like the design I made then🫣

[deadqueerboys]

Teacher! Wilbur who..

My beloved history!teacher Wilbur!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Teacher!Wilbur, who spanks your ass so he can see you squirming and shaking on your seat uncomfortably.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to see people calling you a "teacher's pet" because he knows it's true.

Teacher!Wilbur, who let you sit on his lap while he gives notes to every single exam on his desk.

Teacher!Wilbur, who introduced you as a class leader to the other teachers so they wouldn't find weird how much time you spend together.

Teacher!Wilbur, who grabs your thigh and slaps it so the next day you don't use such "tight" or "whore" clothes at school.

Teacher!Wilbur, who lifts your skirt while you make a presentation in the middle of the class.

Teacher!Wilbur, who gives you a vibrator to use it on his classes.

Teacher!Wilbur, who steals your "virgin panties" so he can have fun alone later.

Teacher!Wilbur, who bites your thighs and shoulders, only in places no one is supposed to see.

Teacher!Wilbur, who grabs your hair and force you down on his cock.

Teacher!Wilbur, who allows you to sleep on his class while the others complain.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to grab you by the wrists and pin you down.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to see you begging and crying for his big cock.

Teacher!Wilbur, who slaps you with a ruler pretending to be an old times teacher.

Teacher!Wilbur, who asks you for roleplay or calling him daddy.

Teacher!Wilbur, who wants to be your father figure, your lover, and your favorite teacher all at once.

Teacher!Wilbur, who gets jealous and spread rumors about you to your classmates.

Teacher!Wilbur, who calls you "useless" for not doing his test but giving you a good grade anyway.

Teacher!Wilbur, who subborns you so you have to be with him.

Teacher!Wilbur, who has a breeding kink.

Teacher!Wilbur, who creampies you and says that he pulled out.

Teacher!Wilbur, who plays with his cum on your lips.

Teacher!Wilbur, who loves to finish inside you above a desk of his class.

Teacher!Wilbur, who buys your lunch in reward for a blowjob.

Teacher!Wilbur, who flirts with another teacher while looking at you dead in the eyes.

Teacher!Wilbur, who cums inside your underwear and makes you keep it until the end of the day.

[magicalbunbun]

I did something-

Out of boredom.

This is not real I can only say that this is dsmp x reader or dsmp au.

[deadqueerboys]

N/SFW Links!!

Except by the fact that it's just random pørn shit.

Most of them are just random words because I needed something to but the link on.

I will be adding more soon.

They're gay and straight mixed!!

+ fingers.

My shit on twt:

Ghostbur cock (pic)

Wilbur/Argbur?? (pic)

Cnc! Wilbur

Revivebur

Simpbur

Wilbur

Wilbur Soot:

Suit.

Calm.

Slapping..

Crazy stream.

Foot.

Pegging.

Show them.

Public.

Cream play.

Simpbur:

Nipples.

Stalker

Teacherbur:

Skirt.

Revivebur:

Another slapping.

Rough.

Faster.

Ghostbur:

He loves to treat you gently.

[magicalbunbun]

I feel like Tommy would be the Watcher's adopted child

Like not biological

Just the Watchers (us/chat) have adopted Tommy in Lore

Not a bad idea but Tommy's real parents are:

But Tommy isn't a piglin but haves the light pink skin from penny.

But your idea is even good, I like it.

[deadqueerboys]

dteam top plzzz on my knees 🛐🛐

Dteam n/sfw list!!

I will keep adding more!

Dream

Toy.

Lace.

Out.

While he plays manhunt.

On his desk.

Fingering.

More fingers.

Sapnap

Boobs.

Inside.

Slapping.

Inside the car.

Sunlight.

On his office.

George

Trying something new.

Mouth.

Sweet and soft.

Hand and hole.

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― confessions ; foolish gamers

info! fluff, fic / gender neutral reader

cw! homophobic chicken

request! how foolish would react to his crush spontaneously confessing to him

dedication! @goldenstarofthunderclan (so sorry for taking so long!)

notes! forgive me homie, i just thought that this would be so much cuter as a minific. if you'd prefer headcanons, i can throw some out there! i just think this lil scenario is super cute :> also sorry for the homophobic chicken mention in here, i couldn't come up with anything better that they have in NC. also this definitely turned into a full fledged fic so sorry about that lmao. enjoy :]

you hummed, curled up cozy on the couch while foolish did something in the kitchen. you weren't exactly sure what it was, just that he was making a lot of noise. another sigh, dramatic and loud, as you readjusted on the couch. annoyed at his absence, you shifted again, folding your hands and laying your head over them.

it seemed like it would be a while until he came back. you frowned at the thought, pulling the hood of the too-big sweater over your head. it was foolish's; he had given it to you to wear since you kept complaining that it was too cold. you tried to keep from thinking about it too hard.

finally, you had decided that you'd had enough and sat up abruptly. "foolish, what are you doing in there?" you called, not bothering to hide your annoyance. "aren't we supposed to be hanging out? you've been in there for like 20 minutes."

foolish peeked his head out of the kitchen, frowning. "i know, but i'm hungryyyy," he whined.

"do you not have any food? i swear you went grocery shopping just the other day."

"i do! but nothing snackable. nothing... worth it," he replied.

you stared at him another moment before huffing and letting yourself fall back onto the couch. "foolish!"

he was quiet for a beat. then, "i have an idea."

you didn't sit back up again, just turned your head to face him. "what?"

he leaned onto the doorframe, almost hugging it, still half-peeking out. "do you want to go get food?"

you perked up at that. "ooh! yes, i'd love to! what are we thinking?" you asked eagerly, leaning on the back of the couch, knelt on the cushions.

you both thought for a moment. then he looked up at you, scrunching his nose. "i hate to say it, but is chick-fil-a the vibe?"

"i mean, waffle fries and chick-fil-a sauce do sound really good right now..."

foolish sighed dramatically, throwing his head back in faux exasperation. "fine. get some shoes on and then we'll leave," he said, feigning annoyance even though it was his idea.

you shook your head and smiled as you stood from the couch, searching for your shoes. in just a minute he was hastily pulling a hoodie over his head and ushering you towards his car as though you guys were late to something. it wasn't that far of a drive, but the two of you still sang along to shitty radio music.

soon enough you were parked in the drive thru, humming along to the music as you both looked over the menu.

"hi there! i'll be with you in just a minute," a voice chirped from the drive thru speaker.

"no problem!" foolish responded, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he scanned over the menu.

you didn't think too hard about what you wanted, having already decided before you guys left the house. you mostly looked at the menu in case something else sounded more appealing, but you found yourself distracted by the designated driver and his carefree humming. the way he tilted his head in time with the music. the way his hair hung around his ears in the awkward phases of growing it out. and he was still wearing the bracelet you'd made him for his birthday. for some reason the thought made you blush.

then suddenly a voice was coming over the speaker again and you'd been ripped back into reality. you blinked and foolish was finishing his order, turning and waiting expectantly for your order. "what do you want for dinner? do you wanna order for yourself or do you want me to say it?"

you felt more blood rush to your cheeks at the suggestion, hurriedly shaking your head. "no, no, i'm fine. i can do it," you assured him, almost leaning over him to make sure that the microphone would pick you up. "hi there! could i please get a chicken sandwich combo with two packs of chick-fil-a sauce and an oreo shake?"

a beat of silence. you waited anxiously for the speaker's reply. "would you like whipped cream on that milkshake?"

your gaze flickered nervously to foolish, who almost seemed to be leaning towards you instead of away. "yeah, that's fine," you answered stiffly.

"alright, we'll give you the total at the second window."

"thank you so much," you called impulsively out the window before moving back to your own seat.

foolish watched you from his peripheral, giggling as he pulled the car forward. "you okay?"

you huffed, rubbing at your nose, an anxious tic. "yes. why?"

"you're just actin' a little goofy is all," he teased, still drumming his fingers across the steering wheel.

you rolled your eyes, cracking a grin. "i am not."

he put one hand up in mock surrender, the other staying on the wheel. "if you say so!" he said before mumbling a playful, "just a little bit, though."

you laughed, lightly slapping his shoulder as you guys inched through the line. more singing and then you found yourselves at the final window of the drive thru. the window clerk announced your total and you promptly began digging through your wallet for your card. "can we split the bill possibly?" you asked without looking up.

"no, no. i've got this one," foolish said nonchalantly, handing his card to the clerk with a polite "thank you."

you looked up from your wallet, nose scrunched. "huh?"

foolish looked back to you easily, both hands on the wheel now. "i'm paying for dinner."

"what? no, we always split it-"

"no, listen. i'm the one that was hungry. i'm the one that asked you to hang out. i insist on paying, it's only fair. just let me treat you," he said, and it was so casual that it had you blinking and wondering if you were the one being weird here.

it wasn't super weird for one of you to pay for the whole dinner. if you guys didn't split the bill, one of you would cover it and the other would get them back the next time you guys went out. pretty standard friend stuff. but it was also something that you guys normally talked about beforehand. he'd never sprung something like this on you before. what the hell was happening? why did he suddenly care so much about treating you to some chick-fil-a for dinner?

you blinked dumbly at him. "are you sure?" was the only response you could muster from the disoriented depths of your mind.

he laughed lightly and then nodded, drumming a quick beat on the wheel. "positive. don't worry about it."

you didn't have too much time to think about it before the cashier was back at the window, handing over foolish's debit card and your food and drinks. you scrambled to put the drinks into the cup holders and pull the bags onto your lap; it was the least you could do considering that he paid for everything.

foolish played along with everything as though it was just another evening. and maybe it was. he danced along to the tune of the radio as he drove, singing softly as he navigated the roads back to his house, but you found yourself stuck in your head. did that mean something or were you reading too much into things? was this supposed to mean something? were you missing a cue somewhere? were your feelings for him not as secret as you had initially thought? hope to god he wasn't just pushing your buttons or humoring you.

you turned to face him, eyes squinted as you did your best to analyze his body language. "foolish," you said, tone even.

"yes?" he asked, only taking his eyes off the road to look at you for a second.

"i like you."

and there it was. unplanned, sudden, all out in the open. just a second of silence, the both of you still.

"are you sure?" he asked, gaze moving back and forth between you and the road.

"oh jeez." your palm met your forehead and you squeezed your eyes shut.

"no, wait! that came out wrong!" he rushed, trying his best to articulate his thoughts well while also focusing on the road. okay, maybe this wasn't exactly the best time to be springing this on him. oh well. "what i meant was," he started again, exhaling a loud puff of air. "oh, thank god. i've liked you for like. so long. i thought i like missed my window or something."

you blinked owlishly at him, eyes round and wide as saucers. "what?!"

"what do you mean 'what'?!" he yelled, gesturing vaguely at you. "you're so. ugh!" he paused for a fraction of a second. "in a good way. in a good way, i promise."

"well, you are too!" you yelled back, the paper back of food crinkling in your hands. you smiled, nose scrunched up. "oh god, this is so weird. pull the car over, we need to talk about this."

"no, no! we're almost home, we can just talk when we get there."

"seriously? i wanna know all about this whole 'you liking me forever' thing," you teased, reaching into the bag and blindly stealing a waffle fry.

he inhaled a dramatic hiss, feigning a grimace. "i really shouldn't have said that part, huh?"

you grinned, biting your french fry. "not if you didn't want me to hold it over your head forever."

it was silent for a moment, nothing but the radio and the sound of the car driving down a sleepy road. both of you grinned, looking straight out the windshield.

then foolish turned to you, nearly beaming. "so you really like me?"

you rolled your eyes playfully. "course i do, idiot." you playfully shoved his shoulder. "now look back at the road before you crash the car."