#roier x you

[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

[raticalshoez]

i'm having hyperfixation drought so i did what i did best and created a crossover episode

[youphoriaot7]

You know what, I keep talking about it, and I'm exhausted right now, but I'm in a good mood because of the great brazil meetup so! Take some crossover!guapoduo as a treat.

There's something that has been itching at the back of Roier's brain for months now; like a memory he can't quite place. (Intellectually, he knows that his memory chip was likely wiped when they altered his purpose, so he has always assumed something didn't go quite right during the process. It hasn't affected him, though, so it must not be anything to worry about.)

Since he's met this investigator, however, he keeps getting...flashes of things. Memories, seemingly rewiring themselves into his synthetic mind. A kid, a young boy. His mother, and...well. Roier himself. The three of them.

He hasn't put two and two together until he takes a step back, staring at the graffiti in the old, abandoned laboratory. The small images joining together, the way the detailed linework of the paintings blurs, combining to form a bigger picture. A face. No, not just a face...a memory.

The overwriting of his memory chip didn't take. Not fully. And all he needed to do to trigger it was to see the bigger picture.

[UPLOAD COMPLETE.]

[choco-youmi]

QSMP ART DUMP !

The꧁༺ 𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓮𝓻 ༻꧂ art with the 🏳️���🌈👀❓is my fav

[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."

[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.

-

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.

[kadextra]

Korean qsmp community is going through it 😭 they miss YDBB and really want YD to meet the eggs- she’s busy and taking a break from qsmp for a little while (it was her 17th channel anniversary🎉)

but they are posting lots of art. I want you guys who might not use twitter to see what awesome stuff they’ve been making recently :D

some links I collected are under the read more, please give the artists love directly if you can <3

yd & penguin 🐧🍄

Jungryeok & Chunsik

rubius, roier, cellbit doodle

BB should be a new member of YD Crew😔

this ydbb one is so silly

YDBB AU같은거.. ?

The tale says….

⁉️

masquerade ball ydbb - one & two

bb, I choose you!

The song of BBH missing YD

cute ydbb

another cute ydbb

apple peeling doodle

“You gave me something precious”

늑대가 되. comic and translations

😋 … oTL

DONT WORRY ABOUT ME!:) - comic part one and two (ouch.)

catboy halo🐱

낙서!! kkk [Doodle!! kkk]

데빌띵×비비 [Devil-dding x Bibi]

who’s yd?

a woman called NOONA!!!✨

not qsmp but its very cute yd 17th anniversary art :D

Little guy in the box~

elquackity

Welcome! QSMP Casino!

Summer Festival😳 YDBB

SUMMER ALREADY?>:)

♪ 괜찮으면 같은 밤을 걸어가자 [If you don’t mind, let’s walk together on the same night]

(link to the song the last artist used, there are english captions)

[the-quackity-competition]

We all know Quackity, fattest ass in the cabinet, quadruple engagey, and “Are we in character? I’m in love with Wilbur” HQ

So, how about we hold a little friendly competition between the different ships in the dsmp fandom?

Aim of the game is to get your ship the most points, through creating content for that ship. Here’s the spreadsheet to track points.

Rules:

Creations may come in the form of art or writing, each of which is worth 1 point

People are allowed to submit more than one piece, actually it’s encouraged :3

The ship must be tagged

You must @ this blog

If you’re being genuinely mean you are getting blocked and anything you make will not count, Ls to all assholes

There is no sign up, just @ this blog and have fun!

Q&A

How long will this event last?

All of September

What if I want to do multiple ships in the same piece?

Be sure to tag all the ships and they’ll count as a point to each ship! (So the Karlnapity shippers don’t lose only bc of half points)

Does the ship have to be canon? Only dsmp?

Nahhhhh have fun do whatever you want. If you do Foolish x Quackity or Roier x Quackity, for example, they’d get their own rows and get a point

What about comics? Poems?

For the sake of my sanity, a comic only counts as 1 piece, even if it has 100 panels. Same for a collection of poems.

How will we know points?

I’ll have a little spreadsheet you’ll be able to see here in the pinned post

What about nsfw stuff?

it’s allowed as long as it’s tagged with community labels or #nsft, if you don’t tag it you are getting blocked

My friend really likes this Quackity ship. Can I give them this as a gift and also have it counted for a point?

Yes! But do not mix giving events together with this competition, to make it easier on me. I do not know if the event organizer of whatever your event you’re doing is comfortable with that, so best not to do it at all. You can still participate in other events, obviously, but please do not tag me to get it counted when it’s for a different event

Are sketches half points?

nope, every drawing is one full point! No matter how detailed or how simple. This keeps the competition a little more silly goofy, like I’d like it to stay. This is very much intended for fun, not a serious competition

You’re welcome to send asks to ask more questions!

[its-gjera]

Hey you, QSMP fan. We need to talk about something. One fan to another. You ready??

CAN WE STOP EXCLUDING Q!JAIDEN OUT OF STUFF???

Seriously! Some people on Twitter have pointed out how she's constantly excluded from theories, fanart, the Familoier and other fan related stuff.

Excluding her from the "Can you hear it?" event fanart, edits and theories, even though she was the one who started said event.

How she's constantly excluded from Roier's family, despite being the mother of his son and his platonic partner.

She constantly gets pushed aside solely because she can't nor wants to be shipped with anyone... or because she gets in the way of ships.

Before Cellbit came along and SpiderBear (Roier X Spreen) was the #1 Roier ship, some people have gone so far as to say that Jaiden isn't actually Bobby's mother, just so she could be replaced with Spreen as Bobby's second parent. And some fans still do this, but with Cellbit now.

Cellbit can also be Bobby's father, but that doesn't mean Jaiden stops being his mom.

It doesn't matter who q!Roier loves or is with romantically. q!Jaiden is, and will always be, Bobby's mother. PERIOD.

She's part of the family. Foolish and Cellbit have been very vocal about her being family, and Roier has, on multiple occasions, called her Bobby's mom.

Not to mention Cucurucho. People discuss how Foolish or Philza are his favorites when it's clearly Jaiden. Since day one, Jaiden has been Cucurucho's favorite. She was the first one to encounter him, the first one to receive a gift from, she's the only one whom he allows to pet him, and she's the only one he ever apologizes to.

Philza's and Cucurucho interactions are mostly based on 4th wall breaks, so they shouldn't really be considered cannon. While Foolish's relationship with him is very one sideded (Even Foolish himself has asked Cucurucho why does he prefer Jaiden over him)

Things are bad enough due to the fans' poor treatment of Baghera. It seems that women always get the short end of the stick when it comes to SMP fandoms.

So please. Let's include her a little more shall we? :)

(BTW if you're one of the few who does recognize how important she is to the lore and her friends and treat her as such, I love you) *Explodes*

[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.”

[jaimeski]

here’s qsmp character names in thai script the pronunciation is the same as english i use their native language pronunciation as a reference also so for funsie i’ll write them in both the proper way of english to thai lexical borrowing and in the way that teenagers/internet would write (long story for next time on why) AND if i’d see some thai person with that name

tldr: the template would be “lexical borrowing” - “internet lingo” - “y/n that i would see this name irl”

English Speakers

BadBoyHalo: แบดบอยเฮโล or แบดบอยฮาโล depends on how you pronounce halo - แบ้ด (just the word bad) - the “boy/บอย” part is actually a common name in thailand

DanTDM: แดนทีดีเอ็ม or just แดน - แดน or แดนทดอ (dan + how you’d pronounce the abbr “TDM” in thai) - dan is a common name

FitMC: ฟิตเอ็มซี or just ฟิต - ฟิต - i’ve never seen anyone with this name but i could see this name popping off in the next generation

Foolish: ฟูลิช - ฟูช like foosh - nope not happening

IronMouse: ไอรอนเมาส์ - ไอรอนเม้าส์ or หนูเหล็ก (literal translation of ironmouse in thai) - NO

Jaiden: เจเดน - เจเดน - i could see some interacial/gen z parents naming their child this

Lenay: เลเนย์ - เลเน่ - i could see it i have a friend named เนเน่ (nené) that’s close i think

Nihachu: นิฮาชู (this is weird asf to write in thai) or นิกิ (niki) - นิกกี้ (pronounced nikki) - yesssssssssss นิกกี้ is somewhat common and it’s cute af

Philza: ฟิลซา or ฟิล - ฟิว - yes? but it wouldn’t be “phil” but something like “fill” or “field” don’t ask why (side note: the za part is a super famous part of thai gamer nametag in late 90s so me and my friend like to joke about phil being secretly thai)

Quackity: แควกคิตี - แคว้กคิตี้ - do i really have to answer this

Slimecicle: สไลม์ซิเคิล - สไลม์สิเคิ้ล or just สไลม์ - naur

Tina: ทีนา - ทีน่า - definitely yes

Tubbo: ทับโบ - ทับโบ้ - definitely not

Wilbur Soot: วิลเบอร์ ซูต - วิลเบ้อ - yeah but the parents have to be so snobby

Spanish Speakers

Carre: คาร์เร - คาเร่ - no

ElMariana: เอลมาริอานา - มาริอาน่า - yes without the el

ElQuackity: เอลแควกคิตี - เอลแคว้กกี้ (elquacky) - ……….

Germán: แฮร์มาน - they will just wrote เจอร์มาน/เยอรมัน like that language german - i could see เยอรมัน “german” being the name

Luzu: ลูธู - they will say ลูซู (lu-zoo) - maybe in twenty years

Maximus: แมกซิมุส - แมกซิมัส (the english pronunciation of maximus) or แม๊กโซ่ (maxo) - แม็ก (max) is a common name

Missa: มิสซา - มิสซ่า - no

Pol: ปอล or พอล idk which is closer - พอล - this is actually hilarious bc in thai/khmer we have the name that spells “pol” too but it’s pronounced more like พล “pohn” as in pol pot

Rivers: ริเวอร์ส - ริเว้อ - yes definitely it’s a beautiful name

Roier: รอแยร์ or รอเยอร์ - รอเย้อ - nope

Rubius: รูบิอุส - รูเบี้ยส - not a chance

Spreen: เอสปรีน - สปรีน (they will pronounce it sa-preen) - don’t think so

Vegetta: เวเกตตา - เวจีต้า or เวจีตา (like how foosh pronounced)- if you want your kid to be bully so yeah (db is also huge here but in like late gen x - early gen y)

Willyrex: วิลลีเรกซ์ - วิลลี่ (just willy) - วิลลี่ yes if you’re wasian

Portuguese Speakers

Bagi: บาจิ - บาจี้ - nope

Cellbit: เซลล์บิต - เซลบิต - no.

Felps: เฟลปส์ - เฟล้ป - i think you could pass it as that swimmer’s last name some people are crazy

Mike: ไมค์ - ไม้ค - is a common name and my cousin’s name is also mike

Pac: แพ็ก - แพ้ค - is a legit name but uncommon

French Speakers

Antoine Daniel: อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน แดเนียล - อองตวน (antoine) became somewhat popular in the past year bc there’s a boxer with the same name

Baghera Jones: บาเกรา โจนส์ - บาเกร่า - nope

Etoiles: เอตัวล์ - เอตัว - no but there’s a bakery shop called saint etoile and every time i pass it i always have a picture of cubito etoiles in little twin star costume flashes in my head

Kameto: คาเมโต - คาเมโตะ - naur

Pierre: ปีแยร์ - ปิแอร์ - yes but you need to be wasian or it will not suit your face

Korean Speaker

악어: อากอ - อากอ - i could see it since most people love south korea

[cherrynwinesk]

hi, would you write to roier?

How would he act around the person he have a crush?? and how he would confess? reader is a streamer too

Crush on You Headcanon's ~ Roier

Story g: sfw/soft

Language: English/Inglés

⚠️: None

CC's: Roier

Reader g: Fem 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 would be nervous like that, but he would try to stay calm by coming in around you.

•It just so happens that you are in the same place, the same party or something like that

•Roier solves any problem you have

•Are you cold? Here is his jacket

•You're thirsty? He already ordered a drink for you and he paid for it.

•He would also care a lot about you.

•He would have his eyes on you all the time, looking for the possibility of getting closer to you and doing what you need

•His heart is about to burst when he locks eyes with you

•He approaches you, he likes to take risks

•If you don't like him physically, he will try to win you over by making you laugh, trying to solve your problems or with gifts.

•Even so, he always tries to convey confidence, because he saw on TikTok that this is how you "conquer anyone"

•He stutters when talking to you and looks for excuses for talking like that.

•He is also afraid of saying something stupid in front of you, he is used to speaking vulgarity or anything that is not decent.

•So he is very careful when speaking

•After much mental preparation he would dare to tell you what he feels

•In order not to make his agony longer between his nerves, he would tell you things directly.

•"I think you are very pretty, and I have liked you a lot for a long time, let me take you to the movies or to dinner"

[anonymous-dentist]

The following story is inspired by actual documented accounts.

-

I was first introduced to Agent Cellbit upon the request of Agent Elena....

-

"How aware are you of Agent Cellbit?"

The office is dead silent. There's the clock on Elena's desk, stopped. There's Elena's breathing, and Roier's.

It's... awkward.

But Roier shrugs and answers with an easy smile on his face: "I've heard of him. He's some kind of genius, right? He's solved, like, all of your cases for you since you recruited him. He's the Enigma Guy."

Elena's left eye twitches slightly. The man with the cigarette turns towards the window.

"You're right," Elena says. "But, recently, he's gone... weird."

"He's always been kind of weird, though, right?" Roier asks.

"Yes, but now he's." She lets out a breath, clasps her hands in front of her on her desk, looks Roier in the eyes. "What do you know about the X-Files, Agent Roier?"

Roier blinks, confused. "They're cases the Federation doesn't want to deal with because they're too weird. Aliens and stuff, right?"

Elena nods. "The unexplained and impossible. But they're what Agent Cellbit has become obsessed with, and now he won't work on any actual cases. We would like you to complete a psychological profile of him and determine whether or not he's still fit for duty."

It's Roier's turn to nod. Of course, right. He's the psychologist... technically. He does more crime-fighting than psychoanalyzing these days, but he can do both. He's great at multitasking.

The man with the cigarette doesn't turn away from the window. His hair, pure white, shines in the sunlight.

Roier stares at him. Who is this guy?

Elena clears her throat, says, "We would prefer it if you didn't let Agent Cellbit know that he's being monitored."

"Of course," Roier responds. No shit.

He isn't an amateur. He's a FBI agent! He's got this!

-

Agent Cellbit is in the basement along with the X-Files themselves. He has his own office, and he's never interrupted. He doesn't have a partner, unlike most other agents, and he's become so reclusive recently that people are starting to think that he's dead.

But, no, he's alive.

"I can't believe that they think I'm crazy," Cellbit scoffs.

He's alive, and he's short. He's about at the same height as Roier's chin, but he more than makes up for it with how freaking cool his hair is. The white streak in his bangs goes down through his eyebrow, eyelashes, and his facial hair. And his eyes, they're so blue that he can probably see into another dimension. (Not that those are real.)

He's dressed neatly, at least: he's following bureau policy save for the lack of a tie and a pair of hiking boots where a pair of standard loafers should be. He has a pair of reading glasses pushed up in his hair, and he looks exhausted, and he's exactly who Roier had been picturing through all the rumors.

Cellbit isn't looking at Roier. He's rummaging through a bunch of papers on his mess of a desk, instead. He's pissed, and for good reason! His bosses think he's nuts!

Roier doesn't argue. He didn't mean for Cellbit to see through his lie of being his new partner, but he didn't not expect it; Agent Cellbit is a genius, everybody knows it.

"I'm not crazy," Cellbit says. He turns and points a finger at Roier. "Don't put that in your report. Crazy people always say that they aren't."

He goes back to his desk before Roier can say anything.

Roier rolls his eyes. Wow, rude!

He looks around the office. There are posters plastered across every inch of every wall, each one with something absolutely insane on it: aliens, UFOs, werewolves, vampires. There's even something that looks like the Loch Ness Monster that Cellbit has labeled 'MERMAID?????' in big red letters.

"Since you're here," Cellbit sighs, finally finding what he wanted on his desk and grabbing it, "can I get your opinion on something? Psychology really isn't my thing anymore."

Okay, that's a lie, Roier read Cellbit's profile before heading to the basement. Prior to becoming a Federation employee, Cellbit was a detective specializing in violent crime. He was, and debatably still is, an expert in criminal psychology. He can just get into killers' heads and figure them out, and, honestly? Roier's jealous. Just a little.

Just a little.

Reaching over and poking at his laptop's track pad, Cellbit opens a PowerPoint presentation that projects itself onto the wall behind Roier.

Roier turns to look at it. And he's immediately met with a photo of a dead girl in a pile of leaves. Blood is streaking down her nose, and her eyes are shut. She's in her pajamas.

"Elisangela Neide," says Cellbit, "the fourth person to die in this exact way, in this exact location."

He taps to the next slide. This photo is (presumably) of the victim's back, and two raised bumps next to each other on it.

"But," Cellbit continues, "she is the first to have been discovered with these marks on her lower back."

"Mosquito bites," Roier immediately says. "Look at the forest she's in, it's gotta be full of mosquitos."

"Sure, but they aren't mosquito bites." (Cellbit clicks to the next slide.) "See this? It's the chemical formula for the compound found around the marks."

The formula is... weird. Roier didn't pass chemistry on his first try, but he knows something organic when he sees it. This is organic, definitely, but-

"And," Cellbit continues, "we might already have the killer on record."

He clicks to the next slide and moves to stand next to Roier. The file in his hands is open and showing the same mugshot that's on the presentation: a young man with blank eyes staring at the camera.

Roier shudders. Creepy.

"Here's why this case is with the X-Files," Cellbit explains. "The killer claims to have been working under the orders of aliens."

Roier gives Cellbit a look. "Aliens aren't real. We'd know if they were."

"Unless the government was hiding them from us, but, sure, keep believing that."

"Whatever. If we know the killer, why is the case still open?"

"Because he was in a coma when the four murders happened. Despite that, his fingerprints were found on three of the four bodies, and he's gone to the police in his city almost daily since waking up from his coma saying that he's the killer."

...Huh.

Roier takes another look at the file in Cellbit's hands. Missa Muerto, what a fucking name. Was in a coma for four years after a car accident, has been awake for two weeks, woke up the day after the discovery of Elisangela Neide's body. Fingerprints were not found on her body, but were found on the previous three victims'.

"Weird," Roier comments. He looks back up at Cellbit, meeting his eyes and smiling. "So, are we going?"

Cellbit frowns and backs away slightly, pulling the file close to his chest.

"You aren't actually my partner, you know," he says.

"No, I am. I'm just also here to make sure you're doing your job."

"And psychoanalyzing me."

"Maybe, maybe not. But that isn't important. What is important," Roier says, gesturing towards Missa's projected mugshot, "is bringing the actual killer to justice. Whether it's this guy or not, we need to figure out what's going on."

"...You still think he's the killer?"

"I won't know until I get to interview him myself. Soooo... let's go?"

Cellbit stares at him for a second before turning away with a small huff of laughter. "You really are a psychologist."

And Roier chooses to take it as a compliment. Finally, he's getting some appreciation!

-

Missa Muerto is currently being held in custody in a psychiatric facility in his home city, and so that's where Roier makes Cellbit take him first.

But, before they get to the hospital, their car stops right in the middle of the road.

Roier, driving, groans and slams his foot against the gas pedal a few times. "Come on!"

Cellbit's eyes are wide, and his reading glasses are on, and the case file is in his lap.

He leaves his glasses and the file behind and clambers out of the car, ignoring Roier's questioning noises.

Rolling his eyes, Roier gets out and follows Cellbit around to the trunk of the car. He watches as Cellbit opens the trunk, digs around a little, and pulls out a shiny orange can of spray paint.

Cellbit takes three big steps backwards, nearly trips on his own shoelace, turns around, and paints a big orange 'X' over the road.

"Electronic interference is a classic sign of alien activity," he explains.

"Yeah, or we just have a shitty car," Roier snorts. "Come on, help me push this thing."

Just as he turns around, the car starts back up again. All by itself.

"See? Aliens," Cellbit insists. "Missa is right."

He heads back to the car, but Roier lingers just for a moment. He stares at the car, and then he looks up at the sky.

Nothing.

-

They finally manage to meet with Missa, and the first thing Missa does is insist that Roier and Cellbit both prove that they don't have anything shoved up their noses.

Cellbit chooses to blow his nose as proof. He shows Missa the empty tissue; Missa considers, sighs, and nods his approval.

Roier takes a slightly different approach.

"Come and check for yourself," he tells Missa. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns the flashlight on and holds it out. "Here."

"Roier..." Cellbit warns.

But Missa just snatches the phone up and holds it to his chest, the flashlight shining right into Roier's eyes.

"You know what you're looking for, right?" Roier asks, squinting through the light.

Missa nods, hesitant.

More hesitant, he takes a step closer. And then another step. And another.

"It's small," he mumbles, his feet and his words both unsure. "Metal. Kind of shaped like a piece of candy. They put one up me and I can't get it out."

Roier generously tips his head back so Missa can inspect his nostrils properly.

"Nobody believes me," Missa breathes. "But it's real! It's right here!"

He taps the side of his nose vigorously. Now that he's closer, Roier can see blood crusted around the rim of Missa's right nostril. Nosebleed, or he was trying to get the... thing out himself.

"Has anybody done an x-ray?" Cellbit kindly asks.

Missa nods, shining the flashlight right up Roier's nose. "They didn't see anything, but that's impossible! Because it's there! I can feel it!"

He peers into Roier's nose, entirely too close for Roier's comfort. But, really, it's fine. Roier's own dad does weird shit with flashlights all the time, this is fine.

"The aliens put it there?" Cellbit asks.

Missa freezes. "Them."

His hand starts to shake. So do his knees.

Suddenly, he drops Roier's phone and grabs him by the shirt with both hands in a white-knuckled grip.

"Please," he pleads, face twisted up in desperation, "you have to stop me! They say that I have one more to bring them, but I can't! I don't want to!"

Cellbit makes a move closer, but Roier gives him a Look (capital-'L'), and he stops.

Gently, Roier raises his hands and wraps them around Missa's wrists. Loose, easy to break out of.

"Have you ever tried just... telling them 'no'?" Roier asks.

Missa pauses. "Uh. Well..."

Roier takes the opportunity to pull Missa off of him.

"To me, it sounds like you're in a toxic relationship with them," he says. "You're doing good by asking for help. That's step one. Step two is taking accountability."

"But I am taking accountability!" Missa shouts. "I confessed to the murders!"

"And that's good! That's step one-and-a-half. But now you need to do step two, which is you taking accountability for yourself. You need to cut them off."

"How?!" Missa cries.

And then he screams, collapsing to the floor and curling into a ball.

His hands, of course, fly to his nose.

Roier immediately drops to his knees next to Missa. Cellbit kneels on Missa's other side. Neither of them move as a squad of nurses and orderlies rush into the room and start trying to help Missa off of the floor.

"Another!" Missa screams. He thrashes in the nurses' grips, blood leaking out from between his hands. "I can't do it! I won't! I can't! No!"

Roier watches as Missa is taken away. He frowns.

"I think he broke my phone," he say, not looking at his phone, still on the floor. "What the fuck was that?"

He looks to Cellbit, who's just smiling.

He's smiling.

"Well, Doctor Roier?" he asks, turning his head to smile creepily in Roier's direction. "What's your diagnosis?"

Roier absently scratches his nose, avoiding Cellibt's gaze.

"I think that he needs help," Roier says.

"That's fair. I think that we need to redo Elisangela Neide's autopsy and check her nasal cavity."

"What, you think Missa was right?"

"I think that you need to expand your horizons. Sure, he might be crazy, but his nose basically exploded as soon as you told him to stop listening to the aliens. They're listening. Who's to say that he's the only one they're listening to?"

-

The autopsy is done again. Cellbit stays and watches. Roier doesn't. (He hates the smell of dead people, yuck!)

After a few hours, Cellbit comes out of the morgue with a little glass vial held triumphantly in his hand.

"I knew it!" he crows, wiggling the tube around like a chemist.

Roier snatches the vial as soon as it's within reach, and he almost immediately drops it.

"What the fuck?" he wheezes. "Why is it heavy!"

He manages to catch it, but just barely.

And then he sees it: a dull metallic object vaguely shaped like a pill. Little wires poke out of cracks in its... shell? Its shell.

Slowly, Roier looks up at a giddy Cellbit.

"Try explaining this in your report," Cellbit taunts. "If I'm crazy for seeing this, then so is the medical examiner. And so are you."

...Fuck, Roier's report!

Sliding the vial into his coat pocket, Roier stands and meets Cellbit's gaze.

"This isn't about the report," he lies. "This is about the truth. Like I said back at the office, this isn't about me proving that you're crazy. It's about finding out who's actually killing people out here."

"Right," Cellbit dryly responds. "And who do you think is 'actually killing people out here'?"

"You're gonna say it's aliens, but I think it's something way simpler. Like a cult. That's the 'them' that Missa is so scared of. They convinced him to kill Elisangela Neide, and they convinced him that he killed the other three victims. Obviously."

Cellbit looks frustrated. Good, Roier feels frustrated.

"A cult," Cellbit flatly says. "Right. A cult is sticking metal tracking devices up people's noses and sending them psychic messages."

Again, frustrated, Roier throws his arms in the air and shouts, "I don't know, man! This is weird!"

"Exactly! Now you know why I have to be the one handling these cases. I'm the only one taking them seriously!"

Roier is ready to start a proper argument, report be damned, but he's stopped by Cellbit's phone ringing in his pocket.

Cellbit takes his phone out and answers the call: "Hello?"

He frowns: "Who is this?"

He pales: "Oh. He- what?"

He sighs: "We're on it."

The call ends. He puts his phone away, scrubs at his face with his hand, sighs again.

He then looks at Roier and explains, "That was the hospital. Missa escaped. The last thing he told the nurses was that he was going to 'take accountability'."

Roier's blood freezes.

Ah. Shit.

-

"Aren't you supposed to be a psychologist?" Cellbit demands as they run through the forest outside of the hospital.

Roier puffs out his cheeks in annoyance. "I'm a psychologist, not a therapist! I'm not trained to actually deal with patients!"

"Are you even trained at all?"

Roier trips over an exposed root and nearly falls, but he narrowly manages to catch himself on a tree.

Leaning against the tree, he shoots Cellbit a dirty look.

"What were you doing, eh?" he snaps. "You were just standing there!"

He takes off again after Cellbit, who hadn't slowed down or stopped to wait. Asshole.

"I was observing," Cellbit huffs. "Keep an eye out for Missa."

"Well, yeah."

"And listen for any strange noises."

"Like what?"

They both skid to a stop as a sudden high-pitched whine fills the air around them, like metallic fingernails scraping down a chalkboard.

Cellbit claps his hands over his ears. "Like that!"

He looks up at the sky. Roier doesn't. Why should he?

"What is that?" he asks.

And then there's a familiar-sounding scream from deeper in the woods.

"Missa!" Roier yells. "Hold on! Don't do anything stupid!"

Ignoring Cellbit's protests, he pulls his gun out and bolts in the direction the scream came from.

"I'm done with you!" Missa shouts. "Leave me alone! Find someone else to bring them to you!"

Leaves crunch and skid under Roier's feet. Twigs snap in his face, leaves pull at his hair.

The noise continues, and it only grows louder the closer Roier gets to Missa.

"First it was Alexandre," Missa rants, barely able to be heard above the noise, "and then it was Reyna, and then it was Casper, and now it's Elisangela! You say you need one more, well! Fuck you, aliens!"

Gasping for breath, Cellbit manages to catch up to Roier. He's pulled his own gun out, and did Elena really let the supposed security risk leave the office with a firearm? What the fuck?

"He was scared of them this morning," Cellbit wheezes. "What the fuck happened?"

"Maybe I am good with patients after all!" Roier suggests.

"That was terrible advice!"

"I'm not a relationship counselor!"

"I can tell!"

Missa continues ranting and shouting even as the noise grows louder and louder. He's unintelligible at this point, speaking in a language that Roier can't understand. (What is it, French?)

The trees are starting to thin out around Roier. A clearing? Gotta be. That's where Missa has to be.

And, Roier realizes as he approaches the tree line, it's where Missa's four victims were found dead.

Missa stands in the middle of a field of leaves and blood staring up at the sky. Wind whips around him, twisting his hair into knots and ruffling his hospital gown so hard that it's starting to tear. His nose is bleeding again.

Roier skids to a stop and aims his gun towards Missa's knee. Just in case he tries to run, that's all.

"Missa, look at me," he carefully says. "Don't listen to them."

Missa doesn't look at him. Missa doesn't look at anything.

His eyes, Roier notices, are a pure black color. They almost seem to be oozing black gunk. It's like he's crying.

"Missa!" Roier calls. "Look at me! Whatever they're telling you is wrong! You're better than them, you know that!"

Next to him, Cellbit quietly says, "Roier. Look up."

He's looking up.

And so Roier does as well.

He looks up, and he sees a bright light, and-

-

Agent Cellbit is fit for duty, but that he needs someone to keep an eye on him. He's invested in his cases, but that means that he needs a partner willing to both act as the skeptic and entertain his wild theories. Otherwise, there is a small possibility of him going rogue. Agent Cellbit appears to be psychologically sound, but further study is needed to make a sound conclusion. I, Agent Roier Brown, submit this report to the committee of sound mind.

Elena doesn't look too impressed.

"You do realize how ridiculous this sounds, right?" she asks, closing the file and placing it on her desk. "A UFO? Really?"

"Maybe a UFO," Roier corrects. "I didn't get a good look at it. It was... really bright."

"Right."

Elena pinches the bridge of her nose. The man with the cigarette is still facing the window.

"Do you, at least, still have the 'metallic object' the medical examiner retrieved from the victim's nose?" Elena asks.

Roier nods and smiles and reaches into his pocket. "Yep! Right here."

He pulls the vial out and places it on Elena's desk.

The man with the cigarette turns around. His suit is white, and so is his cigarette smoke.

Elena's eyes widen slightly. She picks up the vial, turns it around, holds it up to the light. Holds it out for the man with the cigarette to take.

"I see," she awkwardly says.

She coughs even more awkwardly and adds, "As per your report, I'm going to be permanently assigning you to the X-Files unit with Agent Cellbit. Keep an eye on him. If he starts to go AWOL, contact me immediately."

Roier nods again, slightly less smiley. "Got it."

It's her turn to nod. "That will be all, Agent Roier."

Roier nods one last time.

He stands.

He leaves.

He scratches his nose once he's out the door.

Cellbit is outside waiting for him with a new file in his hand.

"They still haven't found Missa's body," he says.

Roier rolls his eyes. "What happened to 'hello'?"

"And the local file for the deaths he caused has vanished. I called, and they told me that there was a fire. Every file was found intact except for Missa's."

Roier thinks back to the light in the sky and the figure within it. Its hand was extended downwards, and Missa's hand was extended up.

"The only copy left is the X-File," Roier supposes.

Cellbit nods. "I won't let him be erased."

That's what the X-Files are for, Roier realizes. They aren't about aliens or monsters or whatever-the-fuck.

They're about remembering those who would otherwise be forgotten. Those that are meant to be forgotten.

Maybe Cellbit isn't that crazy, after all.

(But Roier volunteered to help him for the foreseeable future, so what does that say about him?)

-

[For Spiderbit Week Day Three: Sci-Fi | First Meetings]

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

Welcome to the MCYT Crackships Bracket Season 2!

Here, we will be seing which crackship is the best, and because that statement is vague, you get to make your opinion!

Each crackships was randomly agenced from characters you chose! (You can still give us submissions via this google form (mcyt crackships brackets V.3. Confirmed ???))

This is all meant to be in good fun, so please be respectful with others and use propaganda the least wisely you can! (propaganda isn't endorsed, it's encouraged!)

We as a community can get inspired by these, make art! fanfics! (and if you do, please tag us) of your favorite Crackship!

Maybe we could even find a name for them, after all, maybe the next "big ship" will be in this, who knows?

We are now in the semi finals

*Smallishbeans - Empires SMP S2 version

*fWhip - Empires SMP S1 version

*fWhip - Empires SMP S2 version

*Inthelittlewood - Limited life version

*Smallishbeans - Escape the night version

*LDshadowlady - Empires SMP S2 version

*Skizzleman - POE (hermitcraft s10) version

*Foolish - DSMP life god version

*Bekyamon - Outsiders SMP version

*Pearlescentmoon - Double Life version

*LDshadowlady - Empires SMP S1 version

*Pixlriff - Empires SMP S1 version

*Goodtimewithscar - Limited Life version

*Zombiecleo - Witchcraft SMP version

*Owengejuice - Pirates SMP version

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And also PURGATORY 2

*LDshadowlady - Empires SMP 1 version

*Pearlescentmoon - Double life version

*Pearlescentmoon - Double life version

The ship list:

Stressmarian | Grian/Prismarina/Stressmonster

Zolibeans | Zolister/Smallishbeans (Empires SMP S2)

Joesquidd | Joehills/Squiddo

Ethostab | Ethoslab/Cactus (Minecraft)

Ethot | Ethoslab/Magma (Minecraft)

Circus Fools | Clownpierce/Foolish

Luke TheNotable/Mrs Tango

Squiddbrine | Squiddo/Herobrine

The Prison Polycule | Awesamdude/Ivorycello/Kenadian/Seensven

Evil X/Napoleon

Cuteguy/Ponk

Kolabeans | Smallishbeans/Kolanii

Yahiamice/Vintagebeef

Fwhilza | Philza/fWhip (Empires SMP S1)

Fwhilza | Philza/fWhip (Empires SMP S2)

Iskath |Iskall85/Katherine Elizabeth

Baghaimsey | Aimsey/Baghera Jones

Kittenberries | Tinakitten/Fruitberries

Reddoons/Docm77

Majorbomb | Scott Smajor/Hbomb94

Stampylonghead/Skipthetutorial

Bobworm | Renbob/Wormman

Xornothyn | Martyn inthelittlewood/Xornoth

Gillsnoth | Martyn inthelittlewood (limited life)/Xornoth

Antshlattdragon | Antfrost x Jshlatt x  The Enderdragon (Minecraft)

Sandiction/Taneesha

Smallishbeans (Escape The Night)/LDshadowlady (Empires SMP S2)/Aurelien_Sama

Tommyinnit/LetsHugo

Rodent Yaoi | Yahiamice/Doctor4t

Mysticat/Kaboodle

Chizzleman | Cherrifire/Skizzleman

Government Assigned Chizzleman | Cherrifire/POE Skizzleman (Hermitcraft)

Nikirucho | Cucurucho/Niki Ninachu

Ethurpled | Ethoslab/Purpled

Mythrose | MythicalSausage/Hannahxxrose

Pearlescentnight/Pearlnox | Pearlescentmoon/Noxintrus

Rencube | Rendog/MrCube

Tubzam | Princezam/Tubbo

Stressmonster/Luxintrus

Royal Duo | Eret/Welsknight

Blasphemous Duo | Eret/Helsknight

RAM Polygamy | Grumbot Prime (Hermitcraft)/P.A.M.A (Story Mode)/M.A.R.I.L.L.A. (TTYPDKAM)

Boosfer/Camman18

Evil X/Elmariana

Shubbek | Shubble/Bekyamon (Outsiders SMP)

Arathain/Goodtimewithscar

Falseforge | Forgelabs/Falsesymetry

Rolliam | Sir Billiam (Tales of the SMP)/Roier

Cubfan/Bagi

DogDuo | Stacyplays/Pearlescentmoon (Double life)

Holy Cumscarian | Cubfan/Mumbo/Goodtimewithscar/Grian/Jesus Christ

Holy Cumscarian | Cubfan/Mumbo/Goodtimewithscar/Grian/God

Keralis/Speedsilver

Fishbowl Wives | Ldshadowlady (Empires SMP S1)/Nautilux

Lag Duo | Pearlescentmoon/Ashwagg

Doubleslime(d)up | Slimecicle/5up/BdoubleO100

Bighills | Joe hills/BigB

Zloysuma |ZloyXP/Xisuma

Mogza | Mogswamp/Philza

JadeGem | Jaiden & Geminitay

Gemiku | Geminitay/Hatsune Miku

The Ayharem | Aypierre/All the lifers

Chayanne & The Egg

Pixscar |Pixlriffs (Empires SMP S1)/Goodtimewithscar (Limited life)

Seapeekarl | Karl Jacobs/Seapeekay

Death Yuri/Clistin | Zombiecleo (Witchcraft SMP)/Kristin

Life Mariage | Zombiecleo (Witchcraft SMP)/Life God Foolish (DSMP)

Fundy/Grian

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Owengejuice (Pirates SMP)/Kiply

Gaonashi Duo/Ethoboo | Ethoslab/Ranboo

Shubble/Skeppy

[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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[mcytshipsandmore]

Hello moddy moddingtons what are your favorite ships, thank you for running this blog btw and goodluck on running it :D

Hello hello you got the “going to fetch milk” mod, NIGHT hahahah

Great question

I got a few of em I’ll list them all here

Sparl (Spreen x Karl)

Redscape (scar x Mumbo)

Jizzie (Joel x Lizzie)

Mumscarian (Grian x scar x Mumbo)

Spoier (Spreen x roier)

Phissa (Phil x missa)

Rubegetta (elrubius x vegetta777)

Guapoduo (Cellbit x roier)

Queer platonic Arizona dads (Skizz, impulse, tango)

Grumbo (Grian x Mumbo)

Gempearl (gem x pearl)

Shadowrot (Lizzie x Cleo)

Platonic bigb x scar

Hide duo (pac x Fitmc)

Luckity (quackity x luzu)

Schlumbo (Mumbo x schlatt, mainly a crack ship)

(I can’t remember the others, but they were some Karmaland stuff)

Yeah I can’t think of others rn -⭐️