#roier x reader

[sammyluser]

ℐntroducing ; SammyLuser

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𝓒ontent creators I do write for ˆ𐃷ˆ

Quackity (my favorite:3)

Ranboo

Tommyinnit

Tubbo

Philza (platonic only)

Slimecicle

Schlatt

Sapnap

Cellbit

Roier

(this are the ones I mostly watch, but if you want another one I’ll try to investigate a bit more about them to write your request!)

𝓑oundaries

— NO female reader, I am trans 💔 I don’t feel comfortable writing for female readers. I’ll write for gn or male readers (I rarely use pronouns on my works)

— I WON’T WRITE FOR Dream and Georgenotfound. I don’t like them, I have my reasons, sorry 🫶

— I ALSO WRITE about their DSMP/QSMP characters

— SMUT DEPENDS A LOT. I mostly don’t write.

— requests are open!! And I’ll try to answer as soon as possible :3

𝓜asterlist by now (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

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𝓟urple : fluff

𝓟ink : angst

𝓕ics / 𝓢eries

nothing yet..

𝓗eadcannons

Quackity x ftm! philza’s son! reader

Ranboo x gn/male! reader

𝓞ne shots

nothing yet..

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[cherrynwinesk]

Hi! First of, love your blog! Second, I am in need of whatever crumbs you have of nsfw content with Roier, pretty pretty pleeease!

In English, if that's okay cause I am not that fluent in Spanish unfortunately but if you wanna sprinkle some Spanish in there, go ahead! (Cause we all know he probs go full Spanish mode during ya know)

Anyways, thanks in advance love you byyyee

🍒:Hello!! thank you very much, you are very sweet. of course, thank you for specifying the language :D

Roier Headcanon's

Story g: nsfw/smut

Language: English/Ingles

⚠️: sexual content, male anatomy mention

CC's: Roier

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

•Ok we know that he trains his body and many will say that it is for health, but what Roier is interested in is looking good during sex

•Use his body to provoke you

•He surreptitiously stretches and lets his pectorals show beneath his shirt.

•Even if he tries to provoke you, he will always tell you that it is you who is horny, that he is just stretching himself without any intention (of course)

•He really likes it when you pull his hair a little and every time you do it, moans will come out of his mouth.

•I've already mentioned this a few times, but Roier hugs you from behind so you can feel his penis in your butt

•It is not very long but it is thick

•He leaves his hands marked on your waist or thighs

•He leaves marks or bites on your shoulders or chest

•Roier would like to fuck you on a table

•He has muscles in his arms, if he is not fucking you on the table then he will pick you up and push you against the wall

•Roier would like to see you touch yourself

•If he is very horny he will ask you to touch yourself before starting the long night

•He would play with himself to see how long he can go without touching himself when he sees you, whether touching you or simply seeing you naked.

•It's stupid, but Roier would search the internet for positions to fuck you

•"Do you like it like this mi amor?"

•He likes to finish on your butt or your face

•Or directly inside you if you allow it

[nikaizkool]

Long distance relationship headcannons for Quackity and Roier like if you or them surprised them with a visit

• Quackity

So sad and whiny whenever you show him something. “Awwwwwwwww I wanna see you so much I miss you :c”

He’d hug his phone and kiss his camera giggling when you kiss your camera back.

Actually so fucking excited when he sees you at his door. Jumping around you picking you up in his embraced and spinning you around and jumping around with you in his arms. Literally not letting you go, ever.

•Roier

Hed be so upset when you show him stuff “stop bragging >:c” literally so stupid. Farting in his mic then hanging up.

He’d fall asleep on ft with you and he’d be so ecstatic in the morning, telling you good morning and how much he loves you.

Once you arrived at his door he’d be so happy, he’d take you on your first date together and buy you anything you wanted. He’d pepper kisses on your face all day and fucking cuddle you so much after.

[nanis4thewin]

my inbox has been recently very dry 🫣 ‼️ so jej if u wanna send some request/thoughts/headcanons PLEASE DO 🙏🏻🙏🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

[l0qu1t44]

alex jerking off under the table while he talks to sebas 😋😋

[lucky-whispers]

I'm hyperfixated on QSMP so have this. Don't mind if it's bad pls I just needed to get this down quickly I have an essay due soon 😭

QSMP X READER

notes: angst, about the eggs and the last day of Purgatory. Reader is gender neutral and on team bolas. The reader has their own egg (e/n), major character death bc I don't know if everyone got off the egg island.

You had been celebrating with your team, moments before for the victory of Philza, who beat Tubbo and were on your way to go save your eggs

You were laughing, screaming BOLAS BOLAS BOLAS! With your teammates, punching Philza playfully on the shoulder, lifting him up with Cellbit

When the video came on, you raced to the museum, desperate to find your baby. The time with bolas was fun, but it was hell knowing you were somewhat safe and (e/n) was suffering. Their (accessory) was crooked and ripping, dirt on their shell.

You would never forgive yourself if your kid was hurt and you could have stopped it, even if you were being held hostage and had no say in the situation

So when you saw them finally, after weeks of worry and crying, after everything you had gone through to save them, you almost broke down crying. You didn't though- you had to stay strong for your kid.

You were talking to them, gently and making sure they were safe. As one of the older kids, they had been helping take care of the younger (newer) eggs.

You were so proud, and so happy to finally see your kid you could only smile and listen to their adventures

Everything happened so quickly, you barely had any time to react

El Quackity joined the entity's side, and when you tried to comfort Roier the meteors and earthquakes started.

Leaving Roier's side, you started to punch the glass, trying to get to your kid, having lost your items when switching from green team to red. You heard your friends screaming around you, desperately trying to save their kids.

Your heart shattered when (e/n) placed a sign, saying 'Its okay, mama/papa/parent. I love you, I know you tried.' "PHILZA DO SOMETHING!" You heard Foolish scream, and your heart shattered as your egg disappeared. "FUCK! NO! NO NO NO!" You screamed, ripping your voice, sobs racking through your body so painfully you couldn't try to get up. You felt someone tear you away, but no matter how hard you fought against it, you couldn't get through their grasp.

You cried out, screaming cuss words at the entity who wasn't even there anymore. "MY BABY! THEY TOOK MY KID! PLEASE! GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!" You didn't even care as your vision blurred, and you saw Badboyhalo dragging you along, dapper running behind. You didn't have the energy to fight, but you would be damned if you let another kid die. You picked up dapper, running faster than Bad, who gratefully nodded at you as you ran to the boat.

In the end, you didn't make it. You sat in horror, watching as Cellbit said goodbye to Roier in chat, and the few who got into the boat, asking where everyone was. You felt bad shaking, as he clutched Dapper to his chest, you quickly pulled him along and messaged Philza 'Catch.' You used the last of your elytra and threw dapper on board, falling into the sea. You were pushed by the current onto land, where you sat down next to your friends who had just missed the boat. Watching as egg island was destroyed. Without knowing if your egg was alive. All you could do was hope their death was painless.

[unhonest-iago]

Roier would get Cellbit to try that one battery acid drink where it's an energy drink mixed with sour gummy candy à la Heathers style. Specifically the one scene where JD switches the drinks and Heather ends up drinking drain cleaner. As in Roier's casually making him a drink and Cellbit declines after seeing him put the candy in it, not trusting his motives. And so as to appease him, make a different yet normal drink in a cup that looks exactly the same as the first. Handing the one with candy in it while he's not paying attention.

Cellbit gets him back later during a prank war, where he uses it against him. Making the concoction in a cup with a lid and straw so he can't see the bottom that easily. Ends up left in the fridge with a little note saying not to touch it so it'll appear extra appealing.

[lilbittystar]

Hi everyone, I’m star/estrella✨

Ima sucker for music and the qsmp fandom( but I mostly do write for quackity) but if u have a request plz send in oh and also so if you see me posting random music w a story don’t mind me, If you see a song on a story every few story just know I love sharing music with others. :)

What I will do

Fluff

Angst

Mini adventure stories

And requests

Oh and I I’ll be writing in both English and Spanish I always find it fun to write in both. :)

(I shall write for qsmp members just not werid ones like the one who’s an abuser and not shall be named)

What I will not do:

Smut (smut is scary to me)

Btws this is something entirely new for me I just wanna experiment with a different creative outlet which is writing :)

So if your into what I’m trying to do on here come along for the ride and join my writing adventure w me ✨

Please do advise

I do mistakes ;-;

[winterzsurprise]

Taking care of you || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x f!reader

Summary: Miguel comes home after a rough week and a half out of his universe and you decided that the only way to take care of him was to web him down.

Tags: NOT BETA READ, SMUT, bondage, overstimulation, denied orgasms, multiple orgasms, blowjob, blindfolds, he bites you and paralyzes you, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), big dick Miguel, sub Miguel (ig??? he still try to get the upper hand throughout)

Words: 2k

I was struggling because all the words I know are aggressive because I watch gaming streamer (Quackity & Roier) and I don't think moaning pendejo or chinga tu madre is very sexy.

Spanish speakers, tell me what moanable curses you guys have, it's for science (I am begging u)

mi vida - my life || cariño - honey || mi amor - my love || dios mio - my god || mierda - shit || puta madre - motherfucker

When Miguel came home after a long week and a half, he’d expect a heartful meal to consume before passing out on a warm bed beside you. To get bound on the chair with a special web fluid designed to keep him down in the dimly lit apartment is not one of those expectations.

Being a Spider-Man with no spider senses, his first instinct was to break out of the binds, calming down and unmasking once he caught a whiff of your scent.

“Mi vida? What are you planning this time?”

“Nada, is it a crime to want to take care of you?”

Your touch burned through his suit as you dragged your fingers across his chest. After days without being to see nor feel your presence near him, the desire in his chest grew from a pea sized to universal.

“I’ll give you thirty minutes to finish what you planned before I break out of this shit.”

You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look over his shoulder where you stood so mysteriously with no indication of your clothing visible to his eyes.

“You won’t.”

Miguel chuckled. “Why not? I can probably break out of this if I want to.”

“I’ll go back home to my dimension for a month and you wouldn’t even be able to find me since you’d be busy with work.”

He frowned, cursing under his breath to which you giggled at.

“Are you going to break out, mi amor?”

He said nothing, turning away bitterly and you took it as a win. 

“Now, let me take care of you.”

When your lips first touched his neck, a spark went off in his veins. He grunts as your hands start roaming his chest with feather-light touches, forcing him to retract the suit to be able to feel your warmth on his skin to complete the gaping hole in his chest.

There was something about Miguel being tied up, hopeless and responsive to your touches as depravity clawed at his chest.

The frustrated groan when you pulled away to reposition yourself to sit on his lap told you everything you knew, the tent poking you when you sat on him was also a confirmation. Placing a kiss on his cheekbones, you pulled out the blindfold from your pockets and he groaned.

"Really?"

"Oh shush."

You've read somewhere about blindfolds enhancing the experience as a whole, something about taking out one sense amplifying the others and decided to try it out tonight.

And Miguel having sharper senses than most Spider people only made your plan irresistible to not do.

Tying it around his eyes, you find yourself enamored with how vulnerable and submissive he looks right now.

"Darling, you look so pretty like this."

He scoffed. "I would look better on top of you, cariño."

"Fair enough."

Unbuttoning his shirt, you placed light kisses on every inch of skin exposed to your eyes while he'd sigh at the feeling of your lips on him. You weren't able to unbutton it all nor push it away due to the webs but you deemed it perfect as long as his pecs and some parts of his collarbones are out in the open.

Turning your attention to his pants, you captured his lips with yours and it instantly grew heated with a hunger not even a meal alone can satisfy. Pulling his fly down, your hands rose to tug at his hair to which he groaned, a reaction you've never had in the past.

Is it really effective?

Pulling away, you tugged on his waistbands and pulled them down to reveal his girth standing at full attention leaking with pre-cum.

"Fuck… touch me."

“You’re not in control here.”

Even then, you wrapped your hand around his dick and even that alone got his breath stuck to his throat.

Maybe you should bring the blindfold more often…

Pumping him leisurely, he threw his head back, melting into the chair, thighs spreading wider as the enhanced ecstasy spiked his veins, stirring every fiber of his system awake.

"Mierda, th-that feels so good…" 

The sight of his glistening chest heaving heavily as sweat beads on his forehead is enough to make your nose bleed till the next year. A memory forever ingrained in your mind. 

You trailed kisses on his collarbones and up to the side of his neck. Miguel's streams of mumbled Spanish curses and shaky exhales should be classified as a drug with how addicted and how greedily you were engulfing every noise he makes.

"You look so pretty like this baby, it makes me want to tease you a little."

He said nothing, reveling in the nirvana you offered him so generously. His hips struggled and writhed in the small space he was allowed to, chasing his promised euphoria with desperation.

But before he could notify you, you unmounted him and he let out a frustrated groan. Miguel was about to rip the binds until you got to your knees, only to web his feet to the chair legs as well and he grew more tempted to do so.

"Come on! Even the feet?"

"Gotta secure the package, darling."

Placing chaste kisses on his weeping head, the complaints died down in his throat. You then laved your tongue around his slit, gathering as much of his pre-cum and he groaned, dick twitching in your hold. His taste is heavy on your tongue and you moan.

You missed him on your tongue.

Taking his whole cockhead, Miguel flinched, arms struggling behind him as you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked hard while circling your tongue around his girth, providing him multiple sensations surrounding his girth.

"Dios mio, remove this blindfold. I wanna see you." He said, almost begging. "Please?"

"No, you look prettier this way."

Your hands stroked the places your mouth couldn't reach and Miguel's thighs trembled. His pants and borderline whimpers sounded like a sweet melody, the sight of his perspired skin glistening under the moonlight with his head thrown back burning itself at the back of your lids.

You'd stop at nothing to be able to see him like this again.

Then you heard a snap from the webs and you halted, pulling away to his absolute dismay.

"No no no no, ay puta madre—"

"Stop struggling and maybe I will continue."

He didn't say anything, his fuzzy mind struggling to conjure any good bargain to bring up.

"R-remove the blindfold then I'll consider."

"Nope."

He groaned, almost whiny and you grinned. Miguel slowly settled down, suppressing himself from breaking more threads. Once you deemed him behaved enough, you dipped down to take him in once more.

Relaxing your mouth, you sink in another inch of him before descending as further as you could go and pumping the other areas you knew you couldn't reach. The groan that left his lips was guttural, almost animalistic.

"Fuck, I'm near. Deeper cariño, I know you can do it."

Pinching his shaking thighs, you quickened your strokes while waiting for any tell tale of his climax. When his breathing picked up and his abdomen pulsed, you pulled away.

And Miguel whimpered.

And he realized it a little too late, cheeks darkening as he groaned in embarrassment.

"You did not hear that."

You laughed lightly. "But it was cute."

"Fuck your cute and pretty bullshit, why did you pull away?!"

You grinned. "I liked seeing you struggle."

"Ripping this off gets very tempting every passing second."

"I'll run away and don't think I won't do it."

The sound of you shedding off your shorts stopped him from mumbling incoherent complaints. You swung your leg over his thighs and placed yourself above his weeping dick. With his sense of smell

"Don't break from the webs, alright? If you do—"

"You'll run away, I know. Just fucking get on with it."

"So impatient, what if I don't do anything at all?"

"I will break off these chains and take you on the floor. Don't tempt me." He growled, pushing his arms out, stretching the webs as a demonstration.

Rolling your eyes, you lined him against your heat and sank down, the hardest part of your plan for the evening. Despite trying your best to stretch yourself out earlier before his arrival along with the drenched state you're in, it proved useless with how difficult it was to have him.

You hissed as the burn of the stretch lit your veins on fire and Miguel grunted, arms twitching at his sides.

"St-stop clenching so hard!"

"Not my fault you have a big dick!"

As you take in more of his inches, Miguel grew crazy at the warm tightness surrounding him reawakening the denied orgasm earlier. The blindfold taking away his sight only magnified the pleasure flooding his system to the brim. The coil in his abdomen tightened and he threw his head back, absolutely light-headed and drunk on ecstacy.

"Le-let me bite you, yeah? It'll go away. Fuck…! I'm so close..."

You didn't second guess his intentions, falling to his shoulder with your neck bared to his lips. Trusting your Spider-Man genes, he spared no time leaning down and sinking his fangs into you.

You gasped at the feeling of his incisors piercing your skin as your mind grew fuzzy and your body numbed itself to paralysis. Miguel, desperate for his climax, plunged his entire length into you before thrusting savagely in and out of your heat.

The sound of a hundred threads ripping off cuts through the air, his arms surged from behind the chair to curl around you. His heavy exhales, borderline whines, made your brain short circuit as he chased after his denied orgasms ferociously.

Panting openly on your shoulders with your name vaguely murmured like a mantra, you moaned at his sounds as he came with a shout, the feeling of his liquid arousal spurting into you made you shiver with delight but the shaking thighs beneath you only fueled your arousal further.

"F-fuck…! Thank you cariño. Mierda..." 

The paralysis ebbs away while Miguel continues to convulse, albeit weaker than before. Mouth hung open as he threw his head back, hands falling to your waists.

"How rude, you didn't even consider my pleasure, mi amor."

His grip on your sides tightened as you bounced on his dick and he faltered, trembling as he gasped and groaned at the overstimulation nipping at his senses. His hands tapped your thighs, asking for some rest and you slowed, waiting for him to use your safeword.

When he didn't, you picked up your previous pace and grinned.

"But when I did that, did you stop, cariño?"

He didn't answer as streams of Spanish curses and colorful words escaped his mouth. 

"Exactly, so take it like a king, alright? Maybe I'll forgive you for getting off the web."

You rolled your clit in tight and fast circles, growing merciful for him as his sounds turned into whimpers and pleads. The sinful sight of his sweaty self blindfolded and body intoxicated by ecstasy along with his beautiful noises was enough to bring you to the edge.

With a few strokes and rolls of your beads, you came. Warmth explodes from your chest to your fingertips and you let yourself sag to his shoulder whilst he grunted at the stings of overstimulation still mouthing at him as your walls pulsed around him.

"Fuck…! G-get off…"

He didn't even manage to get his sentence out when he exploded again inside of you and practically lost consciousness with how lax he turned beneath you.

Concerned, you tapped his cheeks. "Baby, are you still there?"

It took a while but he eventually answered, removing the blindfolds himself to peer up at you with glazed eyes. "Barely… You won't leave right?"

"Yeah, I was joking."

"Alright…"

You smiled, placing kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and lips. Miguel's face bloomed at this, grinning slightly.

"You did so well, darling."

He only nods. "I'm confiscating that solution by the way, you're not webbing me up again."

[inellz]

「 ✦ after the storm ✦ 」

quackity x reader

The rain had stopped in your city. You and Quackity have been together for 3 years ever since your friend, Roier, introduced him to you. You shoved your arms into your coat, yanking the front door open with more force than necessary. You both had a heated argument, and the argument had been bad. Worse than usual. Quackity’s voice, sharp and angry, still rang in your ears. You had tried to explain yourself, but the frustration in his eyes—paired with the way his voice rose—made something inside you crumble. You hated being yelled at. He knew that. And yet, in the heat of the moment, he had forgotten. All you knew was that you needed to get out, away from the suffocating tension.

So you left.

In the middle of the night.

The rain had just stopped, leaving the world drenched in silver, the streets shimmering beneath dim streetlights. You wrapped your coat tighter around yourself, heading toward the park. It was only 9 minutes away from your shared house with Quackity, and It was quiet, empty, save for the occasional rustling of wet leaves in the breeze.

You breathed deeply, trying to steady your racing heart. What was supposed to be a simple conversation spiraled into accusations, voices raised and words you couldn’t take back. You sank onto a bench, head in your hands. The fight replayed in your mind on an endless loop. Maybe you had been wrong. Maybe he had. Maybe it didn’t even matter anymore—you just felt exhausted and tired.

Then, as if the universe had a cruel sense of humor, the rain started again.

A cold drop landed on your cheek, then another, until the sky opened up again. You cursed softly, “oh come on, what the fuck” wrapping your arms around yourself, but made no move to run for cover. Maybe you deserved this—to feel the chill, to drown out the argument with the sound of rain.

But then—

A shadow loomed over you, blocking the rain. You looked up, blinking through wet lashes, and found Quackity holding an umbrella, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes softening the moment they met yours.

Quackity.

He stood there, an umbrella held above you both, his free hand gripping the handle so tightly that his knuckles were white. His hair was damp from the rain, sticking to his forehead, but his eyes—his eyes held nothing but guilt and concern.

“I knew you’d come here,” he murmured, his voice softer now, gentler. “I—I didn’t want you to be alone.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Why are you here?”

He hesitated, his fingers tightening slightly around the umbrella. “Because I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” His voice was barely above a whisper now. “I know you hate that. And I still did it. That wasn’t fair to you.”

The cold in your chest cracked just a little.

You looked away, exhaling shakily. “I didn’t mean to make you mad. I just… I don’t know.”

“I know,” he said, inching a little closer, the umbrella shifting slightly to make sure you were covered. “I just—sometimes I get so caught up in everything that I forget to just stop and listen. That’s on me.”

Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t heavy anymore.

His voice wavered when he spoke again. “Please don’t run off like that again.”

You looked at him then, taking in the worry etched into his face, the way his lips pressed together like he was holding something back. His shoulders, usually squared with confidence, were tense—uncertain.

“…You were watching me?” you asked softly.

His ears tinged red, and he cleared his throat. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” His voice dropped, barely audible over the rain. “I didn’t want you to feel alone.”

The fight suddenly felt like a distant memory. He was here. In the rain, with you, because he cared.

Your chest ached in a different way now.

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Making sure you don’t get sick,” he said quietly.

The walk back was silent, the rain pattering gently against the umbrella. You stayed close to his side, warmth radiating from him despite the chill in the air.

Quackity stopped, turning to face you fully. His eyes, usually bright with mischief, were now clouded with regret. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I know you hate that.”

Your breath hitched, emotions threatening to spill over again. You looked away, blinking rapidly. “You scared me,” you admitted. “I didn’t expect you to get so angry.”

He swallowed hard, his free hand reaching out, hovering uncertainly before gently cupping your cheek. “I was an idiot. I just… I didn’t mean to lose it like that.” His thumb brushed away a stray raindrop—or maybe a tear. “Please don’t run off like that again. I can’t—” He exhaled shakily. “I can’t lose you.”

The sincerity in his voice cracked something inside you. Slowly, you leaned into his touch, letting his warmth seep through the cold. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have walked out.”

Slowly, hesitantly, you reached for his hand—the one gripping the umbrella—and laced your fingers together. His breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away.

“Let’s go home,” you murmured.

Quackity nodded, squeezing your hand lightly. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Let’s go home.”

[fairytsuk1]

hips don't lie | (s)

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: sexual content, drinking (of age), sexual dancing, mild voyeurism, mild public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, pre-established relationship

summary: alex knows you think he's hot. when you're all out and about, the pressure builds till you both can't take it anymore.

The two of you dressed in tandem, slipping past each other to apply perfume and perfectly tie a tie. Still, neither of you could hide the longing glances at the silhouette of Alex's body or the whisper of promise accentuated by your curves. Alex watches you work through your make-up routine while he sits on the bed, already ready.

"Is–what's his name–going to be there? Roier?"

Alex stands and draws close to you, crowding your inner bubble and resting a chin on your shoulder, "yeah, but he'll probably be busy with Sabi. Did I tell you how good you look in this dress, hm?"

You have to remember that you have somewhere to be when you feel Alex's hands possessively glide down the bones of your hips, circling back to your ass and squeezing.

"You did, actually, when I bought it," you smirk at him through the mirror, clipping in an earring, "don't get handsy. We need to leave soon."

"I'm not getting handsy! I'm just appreciating your body. I mean, how could I not?"

Alex says it so genuinely, lips quirked up as he wraps his arms around you comfortingly. You know he means every compliment, every embrace, every little instance reminded you that he truly loved you. The two of you glance at each other before your lips are joined in a heated kiss that your boyfriend eagerly accepts. A dominant hand splays across your lower back, tugging you chest to chest; his free hand slips down and grabs a handful of your behind, "Alex!"

"Sorry," he cheekily laughs, pecking your lips softly once more, "let's get going."

He leaves your heart beating and thighs squeezing together most unfairly. He was so devastatingly attractive, with a demeanor that made you feel like a princess. Your lips twist into a pout while you punch his arm, "that's what I've been saying, actually!" 

"Oh, is that what you were saying?"

Your boyfriend's already grabbed his keys as wiggly fingers tickle your waist in the doorway. Alex feels his heart grow as you laugh, hair messily bouncing as your lifted lashes fluttered at him, "stop it! You're gonna ruin my hair, Lex."

He heeds your request, unlocking the front door to your shared apartment before pausing before you.

"Hey, I love you," he says.

The blush starts at your cheeks before encapsulating your head in flames. It's so mushy, brown eyes round like boba sparkling at you as he lets himself have a moment of vulnerability. Your hand comes to cup his cheek, and you feel as if you're precisely where you need to be, your thumb coming up just short of the mole under his eye.

"I love you too," and your empathetic eyes begin to well.

As in tune with you as always, Alex is quick to wave away tears by pulling you close into the warmth of his side.

"Don't cry! I didn't say that just for you to cry. Besides, how can you cry when we're having drinks tonight?"

Alex's ever-present excitement for drinking doesn't go unnoticed by you; it's enough to wipe a lone tear and peck his jaw, "nothing could ever stop me from drinking with you. I still watch that video of you doing karaoke that one time!"

"God, please don't talk about that! Ugh, I can't believe you still even have that. It's horrible! You have blackmail on your phone, literally."

Your conversation delves into nonsense, bantering and lightly ribbing each other the whole car ride. His hand, of course, stays on your thigh the entire ride.

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You're a few drinks in and realize you severely underscored Alex's attractiveness that night as you took him in during a minute of group socialization. He'd been steadily killing it the whole night, a hand leading you from the small of your back and laughing with people as if he'd known everyone for years. It wasn't easy showing up as a streamer's plus one, but he knew how to make you feel accepted and relaxed.

Now, however, you're starting to get a bit needy after far too many glasses of red wine and a lingering hand on your inner thigh. Alex is faring even worse. It was as if the combination of alcohol with your high-libidos led to a fantastic product of pure lust. The two of you knew there wasn't a more inappropriate time to disappear to the bathrooms. Still, every look was supercharged with arousal and wanting. 

People from the QSMP crowd your table, infinitely singing praises at your boyfriend's table. Rafael, or Cellbit, says something about dancing, and your mind is plagued by thoughts echoing what you wanted to do most. You needed to show Alex how much you wanted him.

Alex beat you to the chase, "Let's go dance!"

"Okay," your skin is flushed from intoxication, and Alex's touch against your palm sends electricity up your spine.

It's a bit crowded moving to the dance floor, but soon, you find your own spot in the crowd where there's just enough breathing room for you and him to be face to face. It feels intimate, just slightly swaying together. Then, his hands are skimming the edge of your dress and sliding right up to your hips.

You lean in close, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, "not too much PDA for you?"

"Not at all. I mean, it's better than ripping your clothes off and fucking you right here," his hands bring you so close that your hips are flush, "that's what I really wanna do to you right now."

A breath is caught in your throat as you discreetly sway with the group. His cock slowly begins to press against your thigh as he looks at you with pure need. There's no doubt your panties are soaked with arousal as you imagine how he'd feel, leaving bruises on the contours of your hips, pulling you back against his cock as you struggle to barely hold yourself up. 

"Alex, I want you so bad," you whisper into his ear, "and I can feel you. I wanna suck you off."

The fact you're speaking so lewdly with no one catching on makes both of your pulses quicken. Practically in the distance, the DJ changes the song, and you take the opportunity to use Alex's aroused shock to turn in his arms.

"Let's just go to the bathroom real quick and–"

"Let's just dance for a second, yeah?"

He doesn't even have the chance to rebuke you, too entranced by how you teasingly sway your hips against his now prominent bulge. To others, it just looks like an average couple having an intimate time; only God knows how much Alex is thinking of the softness of your cheeks that press into his thighs, the way your hips effortlessly tilt the same way you would be riding him at his desk. You act so nonchalantly like this, but he's the only one making you moan and whine while he sucks on your wet clit like a man starved.

You only tone down your seductive dancing when his hands wrap around your middle with no wiggle room. Alex holds you in place, and your eyes want to roll back in your head from the way he lightly presses your lower stomach against him. He always feels so massive behind you like this, like he's in total control of your body which makes your clit pulse.

"You can be so naughty sometimes, I'm so fucking hard in my pants now. It's all your fault, you know," he whispers hotly in your ear, "Why don't we go to the bathroom for a second, baby?"

"But I'm having fun dancing," you brattily reply, tilting your jaw up to stare at him through your lashes.

He gives you a plain look, and the submissive bone in your body leaves your legs shaking. 

"You could be having much more fun getting fucked by me, getting split open on my cock. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to," he drops the ultimatum, but the both of you already know your answer.

"Take me to the bathroom," you mumble, pressing against him.

Within moments, your boyfriend has come up with a lame excuse: "Yeah, she's feeling a bit sick!" The two of you are speedwalking to the private bathrooms and clicking the locks shut. Once safely secure, affirmed by the slide and click of the lock, Alex is quick to make work of your body and fiercely bring you into a makeout session with him.

It's hot, messy, it's so wet the way your lips collide against each other. The tension finally builds up and culminates in gliding your tongue against his as he works a knee between your legs. You knew you needed him, but your body was buzzing as his hands cupped your breasts roughly, "ah, fuck. I'm so horny."

"How do you think I feel," he groans, sucking a mark into your neck, "I feel like a teenager, about to come in my pants over your fucking grinding."

Alex's hand cups your jaw to bring your lips together again, tugging on the delicate skin as he drinks you in, "you're fucked up for that, you know?"

"I know, but you like being teased."

"I don't! I really don't," he mumbles, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it on the door hook, "I should really get you back."

Your boyfriend says it as he manages to pull the cups of your bra down, freeing your chest from the confines of your chest. The cold, naked breeze leaves you aching to cover up, but Alex soothes your pebbling nipples with the warmth of his mouth and slick of his tongue. It feels too good, moans squeaking out of you as he tweaks and sucks at the puckering buds.

He always wants to make you feel good, which means learning everything that made you tick as he absolutely ravishes you. Your nipples were always so sensitive, your fingernails scratching his scalp like the pleasure was crawling out of you like a woman enchanted. 

"Yeah, babe? You like it when I play with your pretty tits?"

"Yeah, yes! The way you touch my nipples feels so good," your words come out, exhaled in pure relief, and it is a relief.

You needed his hands on your body, kneading plush skin and making you feel oh-so-good. Alex beckons you away from the door, lifting you up by your hips to seat you on the counter's edge. You're closer to his height now, and there's a brief moment of sweetness as you reconnect by standing flush against each other. He's fully hard now, desperate for you.

"I need you so bad, fuck," he sighs pleasedly.

Manicured hands unbutton the top buttons of his shirt, soaking in golden-tanned skin that gleams under the bathroom lights. Alex catches the sight of the two of you in the mirror, and his thighs shake with the empathetic rush of pleasure that courses through him just seeing the state of you two. Messy hair, make-up smudged, clothes absolutely and unmistakably disheveled. 

Neither of you could wait any longer, "wanna fuck you from behind. Turn around for me, please?"

Once you're entirely on display, you have a front-row view in the mirror as his hands glide over the curve in your lower back before reaching your cheeks and spreading them. Your creamy hole is fully on display, and Alex shushes you when you whine, "Don't stareee."

"Hush, just be patient for a second," he doesn't even take his eyes off your pussy, "I can't appreciate my girlfriend?"

You want to bite back sassily, but then the head of his dick catches on your clit, leaving your jaw-dropping in a dramatic display. The man behind you chuckles lightly, gliding the tip between your sticky folds to thoroughly coat his cock in your wetness, "what was that?"

"N-Nothing, just hurry up!"

Biting your lip, you try to jerk your hips back, but Alex's hand keeps your lower back firmly pinned to the counter, "I've been daydreaming about this since you got ready."

Alex gives you no chance to try and speak, plunging the tip in your pussy and stretching your thick walls. You know he's barely inside you, barely begun to dick you down. Still, you're already gutturally moaning, "Fuuuck… yes, lex–mmf!"

He gives you time to adjust, shallowly thrusting his hips with a hand on your hips. You're already trying to suck him in, and he's barely a few inches inside! It's heaven, and you can see the way his black hair cascades in his face as he slowly bullies his fat cock into you.

"God, fuck! You're taking me so well; this pussy is squeezing me so tight," he groans, eyes locking onto yours in the mirror as he starts to thrust earnestly, "Oh fuck yeah, take my cock, baby."

There's a loud 'pap' that echoes through the room as Alex works his hips into yours, steadily burying his cock deep into your folds and dicking you down expertly. The room grows hot and heady, the scent of sex permeating the air as Alex skillfully pounds you against the counter, "Talk to me, baby. Actually–fuuck. Look at me, babe."

Your hand grips the counter fiercely, but you can still look up to watch as Alex drags his dick through your walls over and over, "Filling me up so good–wanna cum so bad. I wanna be good–oh! Uh-huh, 'jus wanna be good for you."

Alex feels his balls constrict as you tighten around him, feet on tip-toes as you draw closer and closer to your orgasm. 

"Cum all over me, babe. Let me make you feel good, fuck yes. Just like that, honey."

All you can do is hold on as each thrust winds you up closer and closer until stars are bursting behind your eyelids. You cum with a cry of Alex's name, legs shaking as your pussy creams till there's a white ring around the base of his cock. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his dick and your words as you cry, "shit, Alex! Make me cum, oh god. I-I'm yours, fuuuck!"

He cums with a loud groan, hips slapping against your hips once, then twice as you feel him spurt his load against your pink inner walls. Your fluids mix together, spilling out of your hole and leaking down your thigh. The both of you fade in and out of existence, the power of your shared release leaving the two of you reeling as his cock softens inside you.

Your man stays inside of you until your breaths have calmed and come to a slow. He gently works his cock out of you, slowly pulling out as you hiss, "Shh, just stay here, babe. Let me get a towel."

"What time is it?"

A gentle hand comes between your legs to wipe up any excess mess. You jump as he swipes over your clit, an action that Alex giggles at.

"Definitely time to go."

The two of you stand side by side in the mirror, horrified. 

"My hair!"

"My dress! You totally screwed it all up!"

"Nuh-uh, that was all you, babe! Do you think everyone's gonna know?"

You would've said yes and promised that no one would know a single thing. But your eyes zero in on his lips' red, swollen state. The way his shirt is unbuttoned just enough to spot a red mark carding down his chest.

"Oh, babe… absolutely."

Alex whines, but you feel delighted.

[whygalaxy]

Little one - Pt.3

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Naive!Fem!Reader x ElQuackity

♡⃕ {Part.One; here} {Part.Two}

♡⃕ Summary} "Daddy and uncle play with you"

♡⃕ TW.} NSFW; Smut; Dub-con; Innocent Kink; Stepcest; Reader is very innocent and naive; Reader is childish (she didn't have a good childhood); Unprotected sex; Daddy kink; guilt; dumbification; douple penetration; anal sex.

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. not reviewed

This fanfic may not be suitable for everyone.

You were playing in the living room, alone, just you and your dolls. Dad left, claiming he had to find someone. You hadn't given much importance to it, since he was someone with a lot of friends, so you thought he would meet Uncle Roier or Cellbit.

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“I will never let you touch her again!” Quackity shouted at his brother, completely irritated, especially with the proposal his brother had made to him.

ElQuackity rolled his eyes, picking up Quackity's ax that was on the ground. He pushes his brother against the tree, the blade of his ax pressed against his throat. “Come on… Don’t be selfish hermanito…” He says with a mischievous smile.

Quackity feels a bead of sweat run down his cheek, at the feeling of the cold blade against the skin of his neck. “I already said no! I won't let you lay your filthy hands on her again! He shouted, causing ElQuackity to look at him in irritation, pressing the ax blade against his neck even more. "Hypocritical! So can you corrupt her? If you don’t accept it, I’ll tell everyone what you do with her!”

Quackity's eyes widen at the threat. “You wouldn’t-” before he can finish the sentence, ElQuackity cuts him off with a smirk. “Ah yes… without a doubt.”

Quackity swallows hard, knowing that his brother didn't make empty threats… oh my, how did he get here?

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It was getting late, and you were worried about Dad, since he hadn't arrived until now. But when you hear the door open, you run to see who had arrived. "Daddy! Uncle!” You scream, running to hug them. Quackity had a sad smile, while ElQuackity had an evil smile.

“Yes dear… we are here to play a very special game with you.” ElQuackity replied, making you very excited. A special game? With your favorite people?! That would be so cool! You jumped happily, ElQuackity picked you up, heading towards your room while Quackity followed, feeling guilty.

Your room was adorable, with walls painted light pink and filled with teddy bears. ElQuackity sits on the bed, with you on his lap, Quackity sits next to you. He begins to take off your blouse and skirt, leaving you in just your panties. He admires the small wet spot forming on your panties.

“Look how cute…” He said, starting to rub your clit against your panties, making you moan cutely. Quackity felt guilty, but at the same time he felt excited. ElQuackity takes off your panties, spreading yourr legs to expose your pussy.

He smiles, running two fingers across your pussy to collect your juices, and then looks at Quackity. “You know… I’ll let you play with this… I prefer the other one…” He says, slowly turning you around until you expose your ass. He starts rubbing both fingers against it, using your juices as lubricant.

Quackity's eyes widen when he sees this. “Don’t you dare do that to her!” He shouted, about to grab his brother's wrist to pull him away from you. But ElQuackity was quick, and grabbed Quackity's wrist, he looks into his brother's eyes. “What are you going to do? The threat still stands…” he says with a smirk, Quackity lets out a sigh, giving in to it.

He soon manages to stick his two fingers inside your ass, making you moan in pain and pleasure. Quackity starts rubbing your clit, hoping to relieve you. He felt guilty, but damn, you look so cute like that.

He soon inserted two fingers inside your pussy, making you moan even louder. “daddy…uncle…” you moan, making quackity feel even more guilty. It doesn't take long for you to cum, with double penetration.

You were already getting stupid, your head laying on Quackity's shoulder as you drooled and breathed deeply. ElQuackity smiles, loving his state. He starts taking off his overalls, letting his hard cock pop out between his legs.

ElQuackity looks at his brother. “Come on… I know you don’t want to miss this…” he says, teasing him. Quackity swallows hard, pulling his pants down, his hard cock popping out. There wasn't much difference between the brothers' dicks, they were the same, both in size and girth.

ElQuackity rubs the head of his cock against your wet pussy, catching her juices to use as lubricant. He rubs the head of his dick against your ass, and then pushes it inside, making you scream in pain, moaning loudly.

The brothers let you adjust to the feeling, you held onto Dad tightly, hoping to be comfortable. He felt so guilty, but you looked so cute with your teary eyes.

“I bet you're already so hard, you perv-” ElQuackity tries to tease his brother with a smirk, but is quickly shushed by his brother. “Shut up, you don’t know anything” he says, maybe he didn’t want to admit that he was enjoying this.

The two start to move, fast and rough, leaving you a mess. spit dripped down your mouth, your tongue hanging out and your eyes closed. The feeling was too much for you to handle. It doesn't take long for you to cum.

Both brothers moaned at the feeling of your walls clenching intensely around their cocks. ElQuackity bites your neck hard, leaving a purple mark with teeth, while Quackity kisses your mouth.

Soon it doesn't take long for them to cum, filling both your holes with their hot cum. They look at each other, sighing heavily. You were exhausted, laying your head against ElQuackity's shoulder, sighing heavily, soon falling asleep.

ElQuackity smiles. “She’s such a good girl…” He says, Quackity smiles too, nodding his head.

“Yes, a very good girl.”

[cherrynwinesk]

do you have anymore nsfw headcanons for roier??

Roier Headcanon's

Story g: nsfw

Language: English/ Inglés

⚠️: sex

CC's: Roier

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

•Roier goes to the gym, that means that his testosterone increases more and more

•What does that mean? That Roier would be desperate for some sex

•If you are in public and he feels horny he will tell you very secretly in your ear

•"Coming home can we have some quick sex?"

•He really likes to hug you from behind to press his body against yours

•"Mi amor, those pants you are wearing look very good on you"

•He is the type that likes to get into the shower with you and will suggest it to you several times

•"Let's save water"

•"I heard that sex in the shower is dangerous, but now I am willing to take the risk"

•He likes to see your body covered by drops of water

•See how the water slide down your back while you arch your spine because of the pleasure

•He also likes the lubrication of water, it is easier for him

•This mf almost knocked you to the ground sometimes

•He also likes that you ride him

•To be able to see your body, see the reactions you have while it is inside you

•It really turns him on knowing that you are arching that pretty back and making those fists because of his penis.

•He would be willing to use a vibrating ring

•In this way you would agree to ride it more frequently

•The ring also helps him a lot to cum

•As he approaches his orgasm his eyes would be wide open, looking at you completely.

•His eyebrows would be furrowed and his lips pursed.

•Grunting under his breath and letting out some "Ah!~ mi amor you move sooo good"

•On your waist would be the mark of his fingers, he would be so focused on how good you make him feel that he did not realize how much he squeezed your skin

[nikaizkool]

My first request not being anon 🫣kinda nervous

Roier and Quackity head cannons for a reader who likes to draw little doodles and full pieces of them and gives it to them?

Literally theyd be so happy when you give them a doodle, they’d put it in like a box to keep and cherish.

If you gave quackity y a full piece he’d hang it up in his background for his setup

Now roier, he’d collect them and hang all of them up leaving no bits on his wall.

[markliving]

NOT AWAYS ENEMIES [1]

pairing: c!Son of Aphrodite!Foolish x f!Son of Athena!reader

synopse: The first mission you two went on together could have easily started World War III. However, the mission was a success, and some gods saw a potential group of warriors forming if it weren't for the constant fighting you and Foolish had. He was the son of Aphrodite, attentive and a bit flighty, but he was good at fighting and, unfortunately for you, very handsome.

warnings: enemies to lovers, pjo!au, some cuts mencioned

words: 1796 (first part)

masterlist

The first mission you two went on together could have easily started World War III. During that time, Roier had often wondered what the hell he was doing among you, since he seemed to be the only one in his right mind. When he accepted Hermes' mission and considered the idea of choosing the two, he did not expect to face the wrath of two demigods who had recently discovered that they hated each other.

However, the mission was a success, and some gods saw a potential group of warriors forming if it weren't for the constant fighting you and Foolish had. He was the son of Aphrodite, attentive and a bit flighty, but he was good at fighting and, unfortunately for you, very handsome.

Being the daughter of Athena gave you quick agility in developing strategies and being quite intelligent when necessary, but something you didn't have was the ease of dealing with your heart, and that often led you down somewhat dangerous paths in your life. And one of them was when you decided to choose Foolish as your mission companion once again.

This time, in addition to Foolish, you had the opportunity to choose two other people, Bagi and Roier. Bagi, your sister, was someone who loved puzzles, perfect for the mission your mother had given you. And Roier was a great fighter and easy to handle.

The mission seemed simple: to protect an ancient temple dedicated to the Goddess of Wisdom by some humans who lived nearby. The forest was not very dense, but it looked like a labyrinth to strangers, and for some reason, it caught the attention of some curious humans. They were looking for relics to sell, as they were extremely valuable pieces.

The people of the region welcomed you all very well. They even seemed to suspect who you were, but if they knew, they didn't let on. The place you managed to stay was like a bungalow hotel, with Foolish and Roier in one and you and Bagi in another.

The two of you, being sisters and spending a lot of time together at camp, knew a few things about each other and managed to fit in well in the bungalow room. Bagi chose the bed on the right, while you chose the one on the left. And without saying much to each other, she was the first to go to the bathroom.

So you lay down on the bed on your back and thought about some things, which took a few minutes, because Bagi had left the bathroom, and you decided to go in.

As you guys arrived almost late in the afternoon, you decided that it was better to rest for the rest of the day and go and analyze your mother's temple early the next morning. So, after a hot and relaxing bath, you looked at the items that you had collected and that your subconscious thought would be useful for the mission.

But before you even got close to your bag, you heard a knock. You went towards it, realizing that Bagi was busy with something else, and with her headphones on, she probably hadn't even heard the knock.

As soon as you opened the wooden door, Foolish was there.

You narrowed your eyes, waiting to see what he wanted, but he seemed doubtful.

"What do you want?" you asked briefly.

"Do you have any soap I can borrow?" He scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.

You continued to look at him, wondering what was going on in the minds of the two boys, even more so when they realized that they had forgotten some soap, knowing that they would be away from home for days.

"What's the matter, we ran out and didn't get everything." He seemed to understand the look you were giving him. So you went to your bag, took out some soap, and handed it to him.

Without further ado, he thanked you for the soap and returned to his bungalow, which was right next to yours.

As soon as you closed the door and looked back, Bagi laughed loudly as you looked at her from the side.

"You're really stupid, you know that?" she said, sitting on the edge of the bed she was on. "Your passion for him is becoming more and more stupid to watch."

You threw yourself on the bed and stared at the ceiling.

"Who told you I like him?" It was your turn to ask.

"It's literally written all over your face," she replied.

Maybe she was right. Your heart missed a few beats whenever you were around the boy, and you couldn't deny that Foolish really was someone sculpted by a Greek god, his mother was the goddess of beauty, and he couldn't be any different.

"I don't like him," you repeated, this time a little louder, and Bagi took it as a sign that you didn't enjoy the conversation.

"Okay... But you can't deny that he has beauty." She giggled while you grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her.

The conversation ended there, with both of you quiet, but with your minds in complete confusion, so you preferred to continue like this. You both wished each other a good night and went to sleep.

The next morning, everyone got up early, did their things, and met in a kind of open lobby in the middle of the bungalows. You had the necessary things in each backpack: food, water, and your weapons. Foolish somehow managed to hide his sword in his backpack, and Roier his two daggers. You already carried a kind of scythe, which was easy to hide, and Bagi, a good old bow.

"I hope you both enjoyed the soap," Bagi commented, trying not to laugh.

"Vete a la merda (Go fuck yourself)," Roier replied, hiding a smile, knowing it was just a joke. And Bagi burst out laughing.

Foolish laughed at the comment, but you noticed a slight blush on his cheeks as he laughed and looked at him to see what his reaction would be.

After this brief conversation, you informed some of the townspeople and then set off on the path you had received on a piece of parchment. You don't know exactly how you got it, and you have many questions about how it got into your things, but you didn't reject the piece of paper, and it was useful.

As you went deeper into the forest, the more confused you guys became. The map wasn't being useful, and you started to get stressed about everything going wrong. In a moment of pause, you sat on a rock and began analyzing the map again, which only resulted in more stress.

"I think we should separate," Bagi suggested, breaking the silence. "I think this would be more practical, and we could mark it with something to know where we've been," she continued, and Roier nodded in agreement.

"And how will we know if the other found it or not?" you asked skeptically.

She placed her backpack in front of her, opened it, and rummaged through it until she took out two flares, smiling as she held them up.

You mimicked her action, standing up, feeling excitement reignite within you.

"You and Foolish go there, and Roier and I will go this way," Bagi instructed, pointing first to the left and then to the right. When she paired you with Foolish, your smile faltered.

Foolish and Roier agreed without hesitation, standing up as the mood between everyone seemed lighter with Bagi's idea.

She threw a flare to Foolish, who quickly caught it midair.

Despite not commenting on the pairing, Roier looked at Bagi with an enigmatic expression, as if communicating silently. She gave him a playful push and said goodbye, with Roier mirroring her movements and following her.

You looked at Foolish, your mind racing with thoughts. He, too, seemed to be analyzing you silently. Neither of you moved or said a word, the tension almost palpable.

"How are we going to mark where we went?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Foolish looked around and pulled a small knife from his pocket.

"We'll mark an X on the trees."

You nodded and took the initiative to lead the way.

Every few steps, you noticed Foolish carving his marks into the trees while scanning the surroundings for signs of the temple.

The silence between you was awkward, neither of you wanting to break it.

Your mind wandered back to your last mission together. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t pinpoint where this animosity between you and Foolish originated. From the moment he arrived at camp, a silent rivalry had sparked between you, intensifying over time—perhaps due to the age-old rivalry between Aphrodite and Athena.

After what felt like hours, it seemed like you were walking in circles. The “X’s” on the trees had disappeared. Frustrated, you scanned the area carefully until you spotted an olive tree in the distance.

Without a word to Foolish, you headed toward it, realizing that there were more olive trees ahead, forming a winding path. The trees led you to the temple.

What you failed to notice was the Minotaur waiting in ambush. The beast lunged at you, but Foolish reacted instantly, drawing his sword and shield to block the attack. Despite the shock, you gathered your composure and pulled a small device from your pocket, which transformed into your shield.

The Minotaur was unlike anything you'd fought before. Towering and menacing, it had enormous claws, bulging eyes, and massive horns. Its intent was clear—it was there to kill. But so were you.

Foolish glanced at you, concern evident in his eyes, but the look you shared conveyed everything. On the battlefield, you were allies, despite your differences. Your training together at camp had prepared you for moments like this.

The two of you split off, analyzing the beast like predators stalking prey. Without a word, you moved in opposite directions, gripping your weapons tightly.

Meanwhile, Bagi and Roier stumbled upon the scene, shocked by the battle unfolding. Without hesitation, they unsheathed their weapons and rushed to join you.

Together, you fought fiercely, and it didn't take long for the Minotaur to fall lifeless to the ground.

As the dust settled, everyone tried to catch their breath. But Foolish suddenly groaned loudly, drawing all attention to him.

You turned to him, your heart sinking when you noticed the red stain spreading across his shirt near his abdomen.

"Foolish?" you called out, your voice laced with worry. He looked at you and gave a faint smile, as if to reassure you he was fine. But his knees buckled, and he collapsed, making the severity of his injury unmistakable.

[l0qu1t44]

Face to Face

quackity x roier, smut, GAY SEX, angst?

word count: 2.2k

versión en español

Alex was in Mexico for an award ceremony. The night before, he found himself at a party surrounded by familiar faces and meeting new ones in person for the first time after years of online friendships. He was a few drinks in, lounging on a random couch, when his friend Missa approached him, bringing along Roier.

Roier had been a fan of Alex for a couple years before they officially met. They’d known each other for about a year now, growing close quickly and finding comfort in each other’s presence. But this was their first time meeting face to face. Despite their easy friendship, Roier couldn’t hide how excited he was. A part of him still saw Alex as the creator he once admired from a distance, and it lingered in his eyes. Alex noticed. He could tell Roier was thrilled, maybe even a little nervous, and he couldn’t help but find it endearing.

“I finally found you,” Missa said, coming up with a grin. “Look who I brought.” He stepped aside and gestured toward Roier, who waved with a wide, excited smile. “Quackityyy,” Roier said, holding out his hand. Alex stood, grinning as he took it. “Roierrr.” Roier pulled him into a quick hug, like they’d known each other forever, even if this was the first time they’d actually been in the same room.

“It’s so good to finally meet you,” Alex said as they pulled apart. “You can call me Alex.” He dropped back onto the couch, still smiling. They’d been friends for about a year now, but it had all been through screens, always using their online names, habit, mostly. Roier smiled, eyes bright. “And you can call me Sebas.” A dumb smile tugged at Alex’s lips. “Sebas? What a dumb name.” Sebas shot back with the same goofy grin. “Not as dumb as Quackity.”

Missa leaves, giving Alex and Sebas space to talk. They stay on the couch, drinking, laughing, and chatting easily. As Sebas speaks, Alex leans his head back against the cushions, watching him with a relaxed, attentive gaze. Sebas was still clearly excited, his voice enthusiastic, his hands moving as he talked. That spark in him hadn’t dulled, not even after they’d been sitting there for a while.

Alex smiled to himself. He couldn’t help but feel a fondness for him. He listens quietly, his eyes tracing Sebas’s face, taking in every little detail without even realizing it. Sebas carries on, fully immersed in what he’s saying, not noticing the way Alex is watching him. At some point, Alex stops processing the words. He didn’t even realize how long he’d been staring until his gaze paused at Sebas’s lips. He didn’t mean to, but he stayed there, eyes lingering longer than necessary, not hearing half of what Sebas was saying now. Without thinking, he licks his own lips, caught up in the moment.

Then, as if waking from a dream, he blinks, catches himself. His head snapped forward, eyes darting away like he’d been caught doing something wrong, even though Sebas hadn’t noticed a thing. Alex cleared his throat, shook his head slightly. “Must be the alcohol”, he tells himself. That’s all it was.

Alex tried his best to focus on what Sebas was saying, but the weight of that moment stuck around, quiet and unspoken. It had caught him off guard. It was confusing, a little too intense, a little too close. He shifted, uncomfortable, and in the process tipped his drink without realizing, the liquid spilled right into Sebas’s lap. Alex’s eyes widened. “Fuck, sorry.” Sebas let out a laugh, brushing it off. “I think you’ve had a bit too much to drink, huh?” Alex let out an awkward, forced laugh. “Mhm… yeah.”

He grabbed a few napkins from the table and started patting them onto Sebas’s lap, trying to fix what he’d done. But as he pressed down, a little too firmly, he froze. Through the damp fabric, he could feel the outline of something he hadn’t meant to. His eyes went wide. Sebas flinched, just slightly, but then laughed again, brushing it off like it was nothing. “Don’t worry,” he said, still smiling. “I can clean it myself.”

Alex knew he should’ve listened. He should’ve pulled back. But for some reason, he didn’t. Maybe it was guilt. Or maybe something else he didn’t want to name. “I can fix it,” he said, too quiet, too quick. Sebas didn’t stop him, but the air between them shifted, uncertain now.

Eventually, the napkins ran out. Alex paused, still crouched, his hand empty. He glanced up at Sebas. “There’s probably more in the bathroom.” Sebas looked down at him, a slight tension in his shoulders, but he gave a small nod. “Yeah,” he said, and then smiled, awkward, but still kind.

Together, they made their way to the bathroom. “Damn, this place is huge,” Sebas said with a light chuckle, trying to ease the tension, to make the awkwardness fade. Alex just mumbled. “Yeah.” Barely eeting his eyes. They stepped inside, both pretending to focus on finding napkins like it was the only thing that mattered right now. Alex spotted them in a corner. “Found them.”

Sebas walked over, and Alex grabbed a few, slowly crouching down. Without saying a word, he began doing exactly what he’d done before, patting the napkins onto Sebas’s lap. Sebas hesitated. He should’ve stopped him, should’ve said he could take care of it himself. The words hovered on his tongue, but he didn’t speak them. He just stood there, watching him.

Alex kept his eyes low, his face focused in a way that didn’t quite make sense. He didn’t know why he was still doing this. He could’ve handed over the napkins and been done. But something kept him there. The soft patting of napkins continued until it happened again. His hand pressed down a little too hard. He felt it, that same outline beneath the fabric. This time, both of them felt it, and both of them froze. His hand paused. Sebas’s breath caught. Alex’s did too. Neither of them moved. Neither of them said a word.

Still crouched down, Alex swallowed hard and kept going, slower now. The gentle patting slowly changed. More pressure, more intent. A slow, almost unconscious motion that wasn’t really cleaning anymore.

Sebas kept his gaze fixed on Alex, watching him from above as he remained crouched, focused, his hand moving slowly over the fabric of Sebas’s pants. He didn’t know what he was doing. His brain was a mess of noise, guilt, confusion, but his body moved on instinct. He only knew the way Sebas responded under his touch, the way the silence between them grew heavier with every breath.

He could feel it, Sebas growing hard beneath his palm. He wasn’t even sure when his fingers drifted lower, when his touches became less about cleaning and more about feeling. Their breathing hitched again, shaky and uneven, but neither of them moved to stop it.

A voice in Alex’s head whispered that he should pull away, telling him that this wasn’t what he came here to do. But his body ignored it, driven by something else, curiosity, instinct, something he couldn’t quite name. His fingers moved with hesitance as he reached for Sebas’s belt, undoing it slowly, then easing his pants and boxers just low enough to let his cock spring free. Enough for Alex to see him. His tip wet with precum, the cold air making his cock twitch.

For a second, he just looked. Then he rose to his feet, now standing in front of Sebas, eyes locked onto his. Without speaking, he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He used his thumb to rub his tip in small circular motions, feeling the wetness against his fingertips. Alex’s eyes stayed on Sebas’s face, watching the way his jaw tightened, the way he swallowed, the way his breathing shifted. Almost like he didn’t want to get it wrong. Like he was quietly asking, “Is this okay?” “Am I doing this right?” He didn’t know why he cared so much about doing it right. Only that he did. Sebas didn’t meet his eyes. He couldn’t. But his body responded anyway. An uneven breath, a tremble beneath Alex’s touch. That was enough to keep Alex going.

Alex’s hand moved slowly, squeezing his cock gently, a quiet, shaky groan escaped from Sebas’s lips. It slipped out of him involuntarily, barely audible, like he’d tried to hold it in but couldn’t. Like even now, he was still trying to hide how he felt. Alex noticed. Without thinking, he lifted his other hand, gently tilting Sebas’s chin up until their eyes finally met. Sebas didn’t look away this time. His breath was uneven, lips parted, the air thick between them as Alex’s hand continued moving carefully.

Their eyes locked. Alex’s gaze was intense, quietly searching, soaking in every response, as if it was the only thing that mattered. Then he leaned in. Not fast. Just enough. His face hovered above Sebas’s, close enough that they could feel the warmth of each other’s breath. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. Their eyes flicked down to each other’s lips, and for a heartbeat they just stayed like that.

They both hesitated, the space between their lips impossibly small, yet still there, as if neither of them was sure what crossing that line would mean. As if they were afraid of what would come next. But slowly, finally, their lips touched. The kiss started slow, uncertain, almost questioning. But then it deepened, like something in both of them gave in.

Alex’s hand moved instinctively, a little faster now, a little more confident. Sebas didn’t hold back this time. He let out a low, needy groan against Alex’s mouth, no longer trying to contain it, no longer trying to hide how he felt. His hands gripped the edge of the counter behind him, his body pressing forward instinctively, responding to every touch, every movement, every breath they shared. The kiss deepened, messy now with want, like they were pouring everything they didn’t know how to say.

Sebas’s hand drifted lower, brushing over Alex’s chest, then down his stomach slowly until it reached the bulge between his legs. Through the fabric, he stroked him gently, and a low groan escaped Alex’s lips, swallowed into the kiss. Sebas could feel just how hard he was. He began to pull away from the kiss. Slowly, he sank to his knees, never breaking eye contact. The sight made Alex’s breath catch in his throat.

Sebas reached up, fingers working to unbuckle Alex’s pants, pulling the zipper down quietly. He tugged the fabric down, revealing Alex fully, his cock fully errect and throbbing with need. Sebas paused, just looking for a moment, his gaze lingering. Alex saw it and immediately felt exposed, self conscious. But Sebas didn’t look away. He didn’t know what he was doing, he’d never done this before, but he didn’t stop.

He stuck his tongue out, beginning to swirl it around Alex’s tip slowly, drawing a low groan from his lips as his head tipped back, breath catching in his throat. Sebas began to bob his head up and down Alex’s length slowly, keeping their eyes locked even as he moved. Alex’s fingers found Sebas’s hair, pulling it gently, not enough to hurt, but just enough to ground himself. He tangled his fingers through it, guiding Sebas’s movements with a steady hand, his hips rising to meet his rhythm in perfect sync. Eventually, Sebas began to pull away, his movements slow and careful. He rose to his feet, standing in front of Alex again, and for a moment they just looked at each other, silent, flushed, caught in something neither of them knew how to name.

Sebas leaned in, close enough that the warmth of his body pressed against Alex’s. Their cocks brushed, the contact making Alex twitch with a sharp breath, every nerve suddenly on edge. Sebas moved his hips forward slowly, testing, dragging himself against Alex. The friction pulled a quiet sound from his throat. Alex mirrored him, Their hips rocked together, the rhythm building naturally, a quiet desperation growing between them. Their cocks slid against each other, the sensation urgent and intense, drawing breathy gasps and soft groans from both of them.

The only sounds in the room were the hush of their ragged breathing and the quiet, desperate movements of their bodies. The rhythm quickened. Pressure built in their stomachs, growing heavier with every thrust. Their pace grew messier, needier, driven by instinct more than thought, their bodies close, breaths catching with every movement. They never looked away from each other. Their faces were flushed, hair sticking to damp skin, lips parted as they gasped and groaned softly. The tension pushed them closer and closer to the edge, their hips stuttering, bodies trembling.

And then they broke. Coming undone together in breathless, staggering release, clinging to the moment like it was the only thing holding them up. Their movements began to slow, the intensity easing as the high slowly faded away. They stayed close, their bodies sticky with sweat and each other’s cum, breathing hard in the heavy silence that followed. The room was quiet now, except for the sound of their uneven, stuttering breaths, as if neither of them knew what to say next.

Alex glanced at Sebas, his chest still rising and falling. “I’m not gay,” he said quietly, the words rushed, fragile, like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else. Sebas met his gaze, his own breath just beginning to settle. He didn’t look shocked or confused, just tired. Yet there was an understanding in his expression as he replied, just as quietly.

“Me neither.”

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