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A little excerpt of my story I'm making

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Quackity had just walked into the church, after having just gambled minutes before. It was a stupid dare from his friends, because the one time he lost the bet, was when he was drunk. They made him. The eyes were all on him, mind you, he still had his Casino outfit on; the red was glistening among all the white covering most of the church.

The priest started: "May we all bow our heads in prayer,"

He didn't, he was still looking at the woman next to him. Dressed in white just a little too tight. Enough to catch eyes, but not caught out. His eyes drifted carefully on the woman with her head bowed in prayer to the supposed God.

"Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..."

"

Yeah, chat I've totally got this (I say with the TikTok smirk emoji)

gotta confirm it IS me

This is literally pointless but who cares atp

New account

I'm Kuu (i-got-a-little-too-silly) but laptop!

Honestly just expect reposts. This account IS sfw

unlike my other one

but yeah!

petition to make this ^ be the hugging emoji. you are not just a person standing behind me. You are my friend.

🫂

reblog to sign the petition

kala

let me be perfectly clear

slimecicle

slimecicle

slimecicle

Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

Yep.

Helsinki

Helskinki, Finland

Having a boyfriend with strict parents is so weird like

"Yeah, so do you have a phone?"

"Nah, only the slides." (Referring to the Google slides shared in the friend group)

"Oh, yeah, you get off so earlier though?"

"Yeah my bedtime is 7:30"

Like... oopsies forgot you had that, but like WHY CANT YOU AT LEAST TALK TO ME PAST 8 PM PLEEEASDEEEEEJSHSHAJDBAJFBAIFBEWJAJABDHJSBAJADJANWIDBEIFBAJEBRUZNWKDBAJDHABDHSU

i almost lost this GEM, I wanna just have it on my blog to read at random <3

Cherry Flavored (smut) ❤️‍🔥

The room was dim, lit only by the soft blue glow of the TV, some half-watched movie flickering across the screen. You were curled up beside Alex on his couch, legs tucked under you, a popsicle in one hand, dressed like it was your apartment: tiny black shorts and a pale pink tank top that clung to your chest like a second skin.

He hadn’t noticed at first.

You were just his best friend.

The movie was decent. He liked having you close. Nothing new.

But then your leg brushed his. Bare thigh against sweats.

Then you shifted—just enough for your tank top to tug lower—and suddenly he could see the slope of your chest, the soft press of your tits practically spilling from the neckline.

That was when things started to fall apart.

You took a long, slow lick of your popsicle and sighed like you were blessed.

“This was such a good idea,” you mumbled, swinging your foot lazily while the red syrup dripped down your fingers.

Alex swallowed hard.

His eyes dropped.

Big mistake.

The popsicle. Your mouth. The stretch of your throat as you licked a stripe from base to tip like you were trying to get every drop.

He shifted his leg and tried to think of literally anything else.

Taxes. Fire ants. Cement.

Nothing worked.

You leaned into him without even looking, laughing softly at something on the screen.

Your thigh pressed against his.

Your arm brushed his hoodie.

Your hair tickled his neck.

And he was so hard he thought he might pass out.

He couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop thinking.

It had been years since he’d had sex. Since he’d seen someone naked. Since anyone had even looked at him the way he wanted you to—warm and needy and wrecked.

And now you were here. Inches away.

Looking like sin in a tank top that kept slipping lower, giggling at stupid movie dialogue, popsicle gloss on your mouth like you were made to ruin him.

You licked a melting drop from your finger and moaned lightly under your breath.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut.

Fuck.

He could feel the tension pulsing in his thighs, the way his cock was pressing against the inside of his sweats. It was unbearable. And you—so clueless—just kept being worse.

“Ugh,” you groaned suddenly, sitting up. “I need a napkin, this thing’s dripping all over me.”

You leaned forward over your lap, reaching for the coffee table—

And he saw everything.

Your tank top gaped forward. The full view of your tits swaying softly in your bra, the shadow of lace, the curve of warm skin lit perfectly by the screen.

His mouth went dry.

He looked away fast, heart pounding.

Do not get caught. Do not get caught.

You sat back up with the napkin, oblivious. You licked your fingers one more time and glanced at him.

“You’re super quiet,” you said. “You okay?”

He didn’t answer right away.

His leg bounced. His jaw flexed. He tugged at his hoodie like it might hide the obvious strain in his pants.

“Yeah,” he said finally, voice hoarse. “Just tired.”

You gave him a look. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. You look like someone just drop-kicked your brain.”

He forced a laugh.

You turned back to the screen, still nestled close, and took another slow drag of the popsicle—tongue sliding down it in a way that made his entire body tense.

He tried to focus on the movie.

He failed.

All he could think about was that popsicle. Your mouth. Your tits bouncing when you laughed. The soft sighs you made when something funny happened. The fact that you didn’t even realize you were teasing him.

Or maybe you did.

And he was fucked either way.

———————-

Alex spent five full minutes in the bathroom just breathing.

He didn’t jerk off. He thought about it. God, he thought about it. But something about the tension—about the forbidden slow build of it—made it worse. Made it better.

Made it deliriously painful.

He splashed cold water on his face. Pressed his palms to the counter. Avoided looking at his own eyes in the mirror.

Get it together. She’s your best friend. She’s not doing it on purpose. Chill the fuck out.

He adjusted himself—awkward, half-hard and half-mad about it—and headed back into the living room with every intention of pretending nothing had happened.

And then he saw you.

You were lying on your stomach now.

On his couch.

Ass in the air. Legs bent at the knees. Bare feet kicking lazily.

Tank top even lower than before, breasts pressed together by the way you were propped up on your elbows, soft curves practically spilling out as you stared at the screen.

And between your lips?

Another fucking popsicle.

Cherry. Again.

Your mouth closed around it, cheeks hollowing slightly, and he swore his soul left his body.

You looked up when you heard him.

“Oh hey,” you said, casual as ever. “I was gonna wait, but these melt fast.”

He blinked. “You—you got another one?”

“Yeah. You want one?”

He didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Your tits jiggled slightly as you shifted to make room for him, the way your arms were pressed under them practically framing the soft swell of your cleavage like a fucking offering.

You looked up at him again, popsicle still between your lips.

“You good?”

Alex stood there frozen. Sweats hanging low on his hips. Hoodie sleeves shoved up. Hair sticking to his forehead from sheer stress.

You blinked, lips pink and glossy from the popsicle, voice light and sweet as you asked:

“…What?”

And that’s when he realized—

You had no idea.

You had no idea you were driving him crazy. No clue how close he was to grabbing your hips and dragging you back onto his lap. No idea how long it had been since he’d been touched, since someone had looked at him, and now here you were—

Best friend. Popsicle. Tank top. Everything.

And Alex was losing his goddamn mind.

—————-

Alex sat back down slowly.

Carefully.

Like a man approaching a wild animal—except you were the one all soft and sweet and dangerous, legs kicked up, tank top clinging to your chest, popsicle dripping down your fingers like you were made to test him.

He adjusted his hoodie in his lap. Cleared his throat.

You didn’t even glance over. You were too busy eyeing the popsicle.

“This one’s messier,” you said casually, lifting it to examine the sticky trail melting down the side.

Alex couldn’t look away.

“I wonder…” you started, voice light, like a daydream. “You think anyone’s ever, like… fucked one of these?”

His entire brain short-circuited.

“What?”

You giggled. “A popsicle. It’s just kinda… shaped for it, y’know?” You held it up, rotating it in the light. “Like it’s got the dimensions. Give it a lil warm-up, it’s practically a toy.”

Alex blinked at you like you’d summoned a demon in front of him.

You gasped suddenly as a drip ran down your knuckle. “Ugh, messy—”

Then dragged your tongue up the side, slow and long, lips puckering at the top as you sucked it clean with a quiet, satisfied hum.

Alex didn’t breathe.

Didn’t blink.

You looked over at him with innocent wide eyes. “What?”

He swallowed hard.

You tilted your head, smirk tugging at your lips. “You’re staring.”

He tore his eyes away, blinking fast. “You’re—you’re talking about fucking popsicles, what am I supposed to do?”

“I’m just saying,” you teased, twirling the stick between your fingers, “someone, somewhere, definitely shoved one up their pussy at some point.”

Alex groaned. “Can you not say that word right now?”

“Which one?”

He glared.

You smiled, slow and smug, then licked the tip of the popsicle again—lazily, like you had no idea what you were doing to him.

“Pussy,” you whispered, and he visibly flinched.

You burst out laughing.

“Oh my God, are you actually blushing?”

He wasn’t. He was sweating.

Hard.

“You’re evil,” he muttered, adjusting himself again, doing everything he could to keep his hands to himself. “Fucking evil.”

You rolled onto your side, tits still practically spilling out, resting your cheek on your arm as you smiled up at him, popsicle dangling lazily from your fingers.

—————

You were now fully sprawled on your stomach across the couch, legs swinging lazily in the air, tank top sliding lower by the minute, and a second cherry popsicle halfway melted in your grip.

Alex had moved to the far corner of the couch, as if another twelve inches would make a difference when his dick was pulsing in his sweats and his brain was absolutely fried.

You were oblivious.

Or maybe you weren’t.

“You ever think about how weird it’d be to actually fuck one of these?” you asked casually, giving the popsicle a little bounce. “Like, I’ve never had anything cold inside me before. That’d be like—fucking the Abominable Snowman.”

You laughed at your own joke—hard, shaking the couch, your tits bouncing in that tiny tank top, one strap slipping even lower.

Alex made a quiet, pained noise.

You licked the popsicle.

He closed his eyes.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

You turned your head toward him, grinning. “What?”

“You have no idea what you’re doing right now.”

You blinked up at him, playing dumb—way too well.

“I’m just talking,” you said, voice syrupy. “I talk a lot, Lexi, you know this.”

He stared at you, jaw tight, legs spread, hands clenched in the fabric of his hoodie like it might ground him.

And then you giggled, eyes wide with faux curiosity.

“Ooh, wait—” you said, popsicle pausing inches from your lips, “you think if I actually did fuck a cherry popsicle, it’d, like… make my pussy taste like cherry afterwards?”

Alex made a noise like a dying animal.

You laughed again, delighted.

“You’re such a little perv,” you teased. “I say pussy and you forget how to function.”

He didn’t respond.

He couldn’t.

You stuck the popsicle in your mouth and slowly dragged it out, tongue curling around it for one final tease.

And Alex?

He dropped his head into his hands and groaned.

“I need God.”

—————

Alex hadn’t spoken in three minutes.

You were lying on your stomach still, shirt barely containing your tits, popsicle lazily melting in your fingers while your lips glistened with cherry sugar.

He was fully red in the face, jaw clenched, eyes on the TV but seeing nothing.

You tapped your lip thoughtfully with the stick.

“I think I need to test this theory.”

He blinked. “What—what theory?”

“The flavor thing. Y’know, if I fuck a popsicle, will my pussy taste like it?” You kicked your legs playfully, grinning at him like you weren’t talking about putting a popsicle in your cunt.

He choked. “Please.”

“It’s for science, Alex,” you said seriously.

He looked at you, wild-eyed. “Stop saying shit like that.”

“But if I’m gonna do it,” you went on, ignoring him completely, “I need to pick the right flavor. Like, if I’m gonna be edible, I wanna be delicious, obviously.”

You tapped your chin, then turned slowly toward him.

“Hey, Lexi.”

He didn’t answer.

You batted your lashes. “What flavor would you want a girl’s pussy to be?”

He actually stopped breathing.

“What the fuck kind of question is that?”

“You gotta pick one.”

“I—Jesus Christ.”

“Come on,” you teased, rolling onto your back, shirt riding up your stomach, legs spread just enough to be dangerous. “It’s just a hypothetical. A little… oral taste test.”

“Stop,” he groaned.

“Pick.”

“I—fuckin’—fine. Cherry. Happy?”

You grinned. “Mm, good choice.”

Then hopped off the couch like this was all perfectly normal and made your way to his freezer.

He watched in horrified silence as you bent over, ass on full display, and grabbed another cherry popsicle.

You walked back, sucking it once, slow and dramatic.

Then smiled at him sweetly.

“You don’t mind if I do this on your couch, do you?”

He blinked. “Do what.”

You leaned close.

“The experiment.”

Alex stared at you.

Mouth slightly open.

Breathing hard.

And said absolutely nothing.

Because he had no idea whether he wanted to run away—

Or fucking help.

————

Alex stared at you like you’d just said you were going to light yourself on fire.

“You are not fucking shoving that up your—your—”

You tilted your head. “My pussy?”

His hands flew to his face. “Yes! That!”

You laughed, twirling the popsicle between your fingers, completely unfazed.

“God, Lexi,” you teased, voice syrupy, “don’t get all flustered. It’s not like I’m gonna strip down or anything. I’m not even wearing panties.”

He froze.

“What,” he croaked.

You flopped back on the couch and looked up at him sweetly.

“I said I’m not wearing panties.” You wiggled your hips, shorts riding up even higher. “So there’s, like… nothing in the way.”

His eyes went wide. “You’re not serious.”

You grinned. “You think I wore those dumb little lace ones with these shorts? They bunch.”

“Jesus Christ.”

You reached for the waistband casually, fingers curling under the hem, and slowly pulled your shorts to the side.

Alex’s mouth dropped open.

You weren’t lying.

Bare, soft, smooth. Exposed without even taking anything off.

Then—with no hesitation—you unwrapped the cherry popsicle with a lazy hum.

Held it up like it was just part of your snack.

And said:

“Don’t be dramatic, Lexi. It’s not like I’m asking you to help.”

He actually whimpered.

“You’re not doing this on my fucking couch,” he managed, voice hoarse, breathless, high with disbelief.

“Why not?”

“Because—fuck, because I’m right here!”

You smiled, slow and evil.

“I know. That’s half the fun.”

And then, before he could stop you, you slid the popsicle between your thighs—slow, dramatic, evil—pressing the melting tip to your folds with a little hiss.

Alex didn’t breathe.

Didn’t move.

He just watched.

Eyes wide, cock painfully hard in his sweats, hands clenched in his lap like it might stop him from reaching over and taking it out of your hand.

————

The second the cherry popsicle touched your folds, you gasped—high-pitched, breathy, startled by the cold.

Alex twitched.

His hands clenched into fists on either side of him, hoodie bunched in his lap, his eyes glued to your legs spread wide, shorts tugged to the side, that red fucking popsicle glistening between your thighs.

You winced again, hips twitching.

“Holy fuck it’s cold—” you moaned, breath shaking.

His brain short-circuited.

You pushed it in slow. Not all the way—just enough to make your back arch, enough to whimper, soft and bratty, like it wasn’t your idea.

“Oh my God,” you whined. “It’s—fuck—it’s so cold—”

Alex made a sound—somewhere between a growl and a dying prayer.

Your tank top was hanging low, tits pressed together from how you were leaning back on one hand, other fingers between your legs holding the red stick that was now dripping with slick and juice.

You slowly pulled it out, blinking down at it, then looked up at him with a grin.

“Fuck,” you giggled. “I don’t know if it’s popsicle juice or me.”

He groaned, loud, wrecked, like it physically hurt.

“Give it to me.”

You blinked, confused—but smirking.

You held the popsicle out to him, syrup sliding slowly down the stick, still wet from you.

“…The popsicle?”

He looked up at you, furious, flushed, eyes black with need.

“No,” he growled.

“Not that.”

He stood.

Took one step forward.

Grabbed your face.

“You fucking menace.”

Then shoved you back onto the couch, mouth on yours, hips grinding against your bare thigh—and finally finally said:

“Give me your fucking pussy.”

—————-

His mouth was on yours. Hands gripping your thighs. The popsicle, still glistening with slick and syrup, dangled from your fingers.

But before he could take it—before he could drop to his knees and taste you like he wanted to—you pulled back with a teasing little pout.

“Wait.”

Alex froze. “What.”

You grinned, devilish. “I don’t even know if it’s cherry flavored yet.”

He blinked.

Then watched—silent, tense, shaking—as you slowly dragged the popsicle back down between your thighs and rubbed it over your pussy again.

“Just gotta, y’know,” you said softly, tongue against your teeth, “get a real sample.”

And then you slipped it back in.

You gasped, hips twitching.

“It’s—ugh—it’s so cold—”

Alex dropped to his knees in front of the couch, hands already sliding up your thighs, and just as you reached to pull the popsicle out again, he grabbed your wrists.

Hard.

“Nope.”

You froze.

“Leave it,” he growled, eyes dark. “Let it melt inside you.”

Your eyes widened. “Alex—it’s cold—”

“Good,” he muttered, leaning in closer, his breath brushing over your still-parted thighs. “You wanted to be a fucking popsicle experiment? You’re getting one.”

You whined. High-pitched. Desperate.

“Lexiiii,” you whined again, wriggling under his grip. “It’s cold. It’s freezing. I don’t think I can—*”

“You can.” His voice was low, rough. “You’re gonna sit there and let it melt inside that perfect pussy.”

You whined again, back arching, breath stuttering.

And then he smirked.

“Gonna make you taste like candy,” he whispered, “and then I’m gonna fucking eat you.”

————

Your thighs were shaking.

Sticky.

Syrupy red rivulets sliding down the backs of your legs, soaking into the couch cushions beneath you as the last of the cherry popsicle melted between your folds.

You whined—high and breathy, hips twitching.

“It’s melting, Lex…”

Alex was already on his knees between your thighs, fingers wrapped tight around your thighs, pupils blown, breathing hard.

“I know.”

You looked down at him, wrecked and pink and panting.

“It’s dripping—”

“I know, baby,” he rasped. “I’m fucking watching.”

He reached up, slid his fingers between your folds, and pulled out the mostly-melted popsicle—dripping red and slick and obscene.

Then tossed it to the side like it meant nothing.

And grabbed your thighs.

And devoured you.

His mouth was everywhere—tongue gliding through syrup and slick, sucking your clit into his mouth like he wanted to make it bruise, moaning so low it vibrated through your cunt.

You screamed.

“F-fuck, Alex—”

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he groaned into you. “Like candy. Like cherry—Jesus fucking Christ—”

He licked you deep, tongue plunging inside like he was trying to clean up every single drop the popsicle left behind.

Your fingers dug into his hair.

Your legs clamped around his head.

You were gasping, writhing, moaning so high and broken it barely sounded like words.

“Lex—Lexi, fuck, I’m gonna—gonna—”

He sucked on your clit again and your whole body snapped—back arching, thighs trembling, hips grinding into his face while he held you down and ate you through it.

And even when you came, even when you were shaking, he didn’t stop.

He moaned against your dripping pussy like he was addicted.

You could barely speak.

You could only whimper:

“Cherry…”

He pulled back just enough to grin against your thigh—lips red, chin slick, eyes feral.

“You’re my favorite flavor now.”

Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

hi, I've gotten so much of these so commonly, so can someone tell me if these are fake? Sorry if they aren't, but the fact that they come so, so often, as in weekly to the same account (mine) is a little suspicious.

THE RESULT FROM THE VOTES

This is about my crush but it would probably work for quackity, too.

Fluff/normal

-He'd hug you and slide his hand down by your shoulder to get out of the hug (This is canon from my friend).

-He’d be super clingy, as in as much as he could with his friends around. Whether that be holding you waist (not like that), or hugging you just a little longer than normal.

-Shy compliments. He's big on wanting to show you how beautiful he thinks you are, but is so, so, shy trying to.

-And it's the same the other way, when you compliment him, he gets shy all over again, and makes that scrunched face

-Oh, and he'd be hesitant to even date you btw, he'd be too scared to mess up. (Delusional)

-But other than that, when he says yes to dating you, he's immediately trying to show he cares.

-CUDDLING (I'm making a whole thing about this) He's extremely cuddly, if you guys get a sleepover, he's snuggling into you shoulder, he'd probably be tired from all the playing with your siblings prior

He's nuzzling everywhere he can reach, (and that you're comfortable with) maybe even planting little kisses on the back of your head or forehead depending on how they're laying

He's so shy at first btw. Like he's asking “you sure?” And stuff like “...don't make fun of me later…promise?” Stuff like that despite being dead fucking tired

He'd end up laying on your chest in the morning one way or another, and he's probably drooled a bit, if I'm being honest.Also, he's not a morning person, that's (I think) not the vibes he gives off

MESSY MORNING HAIR, since it's at his neck, but not like quackity length long hair, it gets a little messy in the front from him snuggling on you the night before, or in general.

NSFW/SMUT

KUUMANA

-He'd be a biter, 100%, like one of my friends do, and he'd make sure no one could see and smile like he'd done nothing before going back to class.

-He’d jerk off to the small things, no, wait, HEAR ME OUT, like he'd think you were SO hot, and wouldn't tell you.

-He’d be shy, I just KNOW it, like the tiniest dirty joke and he's hard and hiding it, and not like “that's what she said” (bc I've already done that), like disguised dirty compliments directed to him.

-Anyway, he'd be complimenting you so much, dirty or not, he would be doing whatever to make you feel good. (yes I know I put it on the SFW one)

-He’d love the tight clothes you wear, on the rare occasion that you do. He just thinks they fit your chest so well.

-I strongly believe he's a whimperer if y'all do end up fucking

-And speaking of, it's probably going to be you sucking him off, or him shyly eating you out. He'd be so scared and clueless at first.

-He looks good in between your legs btw, whimpering and moaning against your skin when he does something right.

-Since he's clueless, you'd (I’d) make a system where if something felt good, you'd pull on his hair, and sometimes he'd like when you pull his hair too hard

-CUDDLING (except NSFW)

He's cuddling all over you, and I mean everywhere.

He's literally touching everywhere you're ok with.

He's needy. That's it.

He's all over your neck, kissing literally every place he can reach.

His long hair *would* be over his face, covering it if it got too bright in the room.

And don't worry about your parents seeing it, he's made sure they' asleep/the parent that's there is. He remembered the little details of how you told him they sleep.

He spoils you. See, he made this façade to everyone, and it included you for a bit, that he was a good little kid.

Shocker, he wasn't. He made a whole time chart to sleep with you, and only a little sex surprisingly.

THANKS FOR LETTING ME TALK ABOUT MY CRUSH ABOUT TO BE BOYFRIEND!!!

GUYS I CONFESSED

To the boy I was talking about but Watson x Cooper, that old fanfic so basically this is how it went down

*The scene is set at the class playing Mumball, and we were all packing up REALLY quick bc the bell had rang and I walked up to him*

"Hiii"

*He groans, bc he was doing multiple things at once* "What?"

"You look good in my hair tie, with it put up--ANYWAY here's this" *I say, before giving him a really scrunched up note, with my phone number, before going out the math class*

I KID YOU NOT, EVERY WORD AAAAGGGHHHHH!!

Also we were practically flirting on with each other, I think this is my love story, dude.

And I will write quackity if I get asks about it.

I'm making an oath that whatever I post at night or when I'm genuinely just mildly unconscious...it doesn't get deleted, so scroll at your own risk.

guys....I made something....

this is the 'alpha wolf' typa shit, except I made it an actual fanfic, this was sent to my group chat btw

Cut bc y'all will be traumatized

(the context of the first message was a tailamm2 from TikTok video, and I laughed to hard so my mom got mad) "IBCANTBREATH"

MY MOMMA IS NADE AT ME NOW😡😡😡

DONT MAKE MY ALPHA WOLF COME OUT

*I start transforming, ripping my shirt off as I howl* OWWWWWWWEWAAA

N-No, k-kitten....d-d-d-d-daddy doesn't you to see me like this

(continued)N-No, p-p-p-p-p-p-please, kitten..... I-I-I-I-I-I-I don't want you to see me like this.....*I groan as my inner alpha wolf takes over, and my eyes turn red* YOU'RE MINE NOW KITTEN!!!! *I say as I start aggressively running on four legs around you, starting to goon and moan in the process* Nghh!~ K-kitten, D-d-d-d-daddy loves you!!!! *I say as I violently cum all over the forest, my cum reaching terminal velocity as it goes through the stratosphere, making aliens horny* K-KITTEN, SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE? *I say as I growl with anger* Y-You've destroyed the world....*I start to walk away in an alpha wolf like fashion* I hope you're proud of yourself....*I sigh as the entire world gets fucking blown up by the aliens, who begin to fuck everyone and blast them*

.....dare I say gn!reader? Yes. GN!reader.

Idk man...

It's gonna have smut if I do btw, and it's literally just a boy in my class.

(I have lore if y'all want it)

brain fog

Fun fact: I’m autistic I’m gonna do a thing inspired by another person

Reblog if your blog is safe for autistic people or is ran by an autistic person!

oh and

Reblog if you stand against Autism Speaks!

guys I made the draft of the boys in my class.

Watson had just set his stuff down on the ground next to the bleachers, it was a Friday, they got to play in the gym. Cooper walked in right before the bell. Watson could feel the thoughts coming on, last time Cooper was in here, he had pulled him behind the curtains and made out with him, and no one saw it.

Cooper came up to him, smirking. “Hey, Watson.~” Watson played it off, calling him gay for the 100th time this week, and everyone scoffed, especially the popular homophobic boys.

“I'm not gay, stop trying to flirt with me.” He said, and to anyone else it would've been convincing, but not Cooper, he knew better.

Cooper got close to his ear, whispering for the sake of his pride, and his confidence. “That's not what you were saying yesterday.” Watson blushed, why would he bring that up? He tried to play it off, whispering to Cooper: “Act, please, I can't have them knowing, yet.”

Lmk if y'all want me to publish the (currently being made) other parts !!

Long Distance (smut) ❤️‍🔥

The notification pinged on my phone, and I couldn’t help but grin. It was her—Y/N. My girl. The same girl who slid into my Twitter DMs with a boldness that still made my heart skip. “Hey, I’ve been watching your streams. You’re hot. Wanna fuck?” That was her opening line. Straightforward. Confident. Perfect.

I’d been skeptical at first. Twitter was a wild place, and I’d gotten my fair share of weird messages. But something about her tone, her humor, the way she matched my energy—it hooked me. We exchanged a few bantering tweets, and before I knew it, she was in my Discord DMs. The conversation flowed so naturally, like we’d known each other for years. And when I asked her to be my girlfriend, she didn’t hesitate. “Hell yes,” she’d typed back, and I could practically hear her laugh through the screen.

But here we were, months later, still separated by miles and screens. Not that it stopped us. We texted constantly, sent voice memos, and FaceTimed whenever we could. And when the mood struck? Well, let’s just say we’d mastered the art of virtual intimacy.

My phone vibrated again, and I swiped open the notification. It was a picture—a mirror selfie. She was in her bedroom, wearing one of my hoodies that I’d sent her. It swallowed her frame, but the way she smirked at the camera, her eyes dark with intent, made my stomach flip. Beneath the picture was a message: “Missed you today. Wanna make it up to me?”

I could feel my pulse quicken as I typed back. “What’d you have in mind?”

Her response came almost instantly. “FaceTime me. Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I hit the call button, and she answered almost immediately. Her face filled the screen, and god, she looked good. Her hair was slightly messy, like she’d just woken up, and her lips curved into that same teasing smile I’d fallen for.

“Hey, baby,” she purred, her voice low and sultry. “You been busy?”

“Just work stuff,” I said, my eyes flicking down to where the hoodie slipped off one shoulder. “But I’m all yours now.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned back against her pillows, the hoodie riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin. “Good. Because I’ve been thinking about you all day. About what I’d do if you were here.”

I swallowed hard, already feeling the heat building in my chest. “Yeah? And what’s that?”

She bit her lip, her eyes locking with mine through the screen. “I’d start by taking this hoodie off. But slowly, you know? Just to tease you.”

My breath hitched as she reached for the hem of the hoodie, pulling it up inch by inch. The fabric clung to her skin before finally slipping off, revealing the lace bra she wore underneath. My mouth went dry.

“Like what you see?” she asked, her voice dripping with mischief.

“Fuck, yes,” I managed to choke out. My hand instinctively moved to my waistband, but I stopped myself. This was her show, and I wasn’t going to rush it.

She smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she had on me. “Good. Because I’m not done yet.” She shifted on the bed, her hand trailing down her stomach and hovering just above the waistband of her skirt. “What do you think’s under here?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I just shook my head, my eyes glued to the screen.

She laughed softly, her fingers hooking into the fabric and sliding it down her legs. My stomach clenched as I saw the matching lace panties, and I could feel my cock straining against my jeans.

“You’re killing me,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.

Her eyes darkened, and she leaned closer to the camera. “Then come here and stop me.”

I groaned, the ache in my chest mixing with the one between my legs. “You know I can’t.”

“I know,” she whispered, her hand sliding up her thigh and disappearing beneath the lace. Her breath hitched, and her lids fluttered shut for a moment before she looked back at me. “But you can watch. Can’t you?”

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. She moaned softly as her fingers moved, her hips arching off the bed. The sound went straight to my cock, and I finally gave in, unzipping my jeans and freeing myself.

Her eyes followed my movements, and when she saw what I was doing, her smirk returned. “That’s it, baby. Touch yourself for me. Imagine it’s my hand.”

I groaned, wrapping my fingers around myself and stroking slowly. My eyes never left the screen, watching as her fingers worked themselves deeper, her moans growing louder.

“Fuck, Alex,” she gasped, her back arching. “I wish it was you. I wish you were here, fucking me like I know you want to.”

“Me too,” I grunted, my hand moving faster. “You feel so good, don’t you?”

She nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “So good. But it’d be better with you. Always better with you.”

Her words pushed me closer to the edge, and I could feel the pressure building. “Y/N, I’m close.”

“Me too,” she panted. “Come with me, baby. Come for me.”

Her voice was the last straw. I bit back a groan as I came, my vision blurring for a moment. When I looked back at the screen, she was trembling, her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted in a silent cry. She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then she smiled, her face flushed and her hair a tangled mess. “I love you, Alex.”

I smiled back, my heart swelling despite the distance. “I love you too, Y/N.”

She sighed, snuggling into her pillows. “One day, this won’t just be virtual. One day, you’ll be here. With me.”

“One day,” I agreed, my voice soft. “I promise.”

She reached for her phone, her eyes heavy with sleep. “Stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Always,” I said, watching as her eyes drifted shut. Her breathing evened out, and soon she was asleep, her face peaceful and beautiful.

I stayed on the call, just watching her, my heart aching with how much I wanted to close the distance between us. One day, I thought. One day, I’ll hold her for real.

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QUACKITY DRABBLE

based on these pics/clips from the user on TikTok:

(He just looks so submissive I had to)

Notes: Fem!reader x Drunk!Sub!Alex

Relationship: Pre-established romantic & sexual

TW's: SMUT, alcohol (obviously), degradation and choking kinks, no others as far as I'm aware!

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You got home and quackity was streaming (like the pics) and you're obviously caught off-guard

He was drunk.

He was in the 'drunk silly' kinda mood, not good for the stream to see now that you were there, though

He'd make grabby hands at you, giggling while he was getting hard

You'd giggle a little as he called to you, you still not being in view on stream

"No, Alex, you're streaming and you know I don't like media attention." You say, and he did it again, calling your name

"Y/N...pleeeeease?" Alex says, stretching out your name accidentally, he was so needy it was embarrassing almost

You went behind him, your hands going over his chest, laying them there as you speak. "You sure you should be streaming like this?"

To which he groaned in protest, but gently put his hands to rest on your wrist, caressing them softly

"Yeah! What are you gonna do? Stop me?" Alex says, his words slurring together as he weakly spoke

To that, you roll your eyes, taking your hands off him, as if punishing him in a way. You walked to the kitchen stool, facing him next to the setup

"Alex, come on. You need to, so say bye to the stream or i'll go back to my room." You say, it was a tone that the stream started spamming about, and Alex rolled his eyes at

"Hey! Stop calling her hot! She's mine!" He says making a huff noise, but, after, following you're instructions, he says a reluctant goodbye and turns off the stream

And you smile, teasing and happy

"Don't look at me like thaaat..." He'd drag out, now showing how desperate he actually was for you, urging you over with grabby hands, not wanting to get up, thinking he might fall

And you, of course, go over. Sitting on his lap as he grunts weakly, his hands sliding to your hips, squeezing them softly

You chuckle to yourself, putting your hands on his and rubbing them gently.

"Mmm...hermosa, you're so pretty...." he says.

Already saying sweet nothings? Damn.

He starts to kiss your neck and squeeze your hips tighter, and it turns into him giving you love bites and hickeys really quick...

You stop him for a second, turning to face him, sitting on his lap, feeling his hard dick

"That desperate, already? Come on, at least take me to the bedroom, 'lex."

And he groaned, annoyed at having to stop, but he picked you up bridal style and carried you upstairs

But he didn't pin you on the bed, but he started begging you.

"Please? I need you to dominate me, please?" He stringed out, and you did

You smirked, pushing him with your hand and he softly hit on the beds surface, and he was so desperate, he was already taking his pants off.

You did, too. Having a lace lingerie set on already....

God, he was throbbing

You smirked him, going down on his cock, facing him and having a soft grip on his neck

He'd moan and beg, incoherent words and mumbles, "H-Hmmm...mami-"

You cut him off, squeezing his neck tighter, making him moan, "Words, slut." And he fucking groaned, rolling his head back.

"Mhm....I-Harder-please....."

It went like that forever, unt eventually, he was begging, and begging, as in he almost couldn't stop

He wanted to cum for you so bad.

"Mmm, Mami, mami, mami, please....I need it please....I'll be good--please!" He drawled out, tears at the edges of his eyes

You smirked up at him, running your thumb over the tip of his dick, making his hips jerk up and made him moan out loud, groaning.

"Fine, I'll let you, slut"

You teased as you stroked him harshly, taking him in your mouth occasionally.

It didn't take long before he was shaking and cumming him your arms

"Mami! Mmm...! S-So....good......" He screamed out for you, the neighbors must've hated you guys.

"Mhm~ good little slut~" You cooed as you stroked him through his orgasm

"Ughh.....mami...." He says, making grabby hands at you, at which you crawled up next to him, you holding him as he nuzzled his face in your unclothed tits

That was probably round one, he was a switch, y'know.

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME POSTING SMUT😭

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

I'm both concern and happy but I NEEDED to find this later, the headache I have didn't want that rn😞✋

ALSO HOW TF DID YOU EVEN MANAGE TO DO THIS SHIT (thank you so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so much)

schlatt moaning for 3 minutes straight. you're welcome.

I don't wanna lose this because it's so PERFECT 😭

Thanks for the food girlie

dating younger quackity? like 2018-2019

.✦°. • Dating younger Quackity ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none^^

a/n: thank u so much for the request! This was super fun to write, took me back to 2019 when I started watching him :D either way hope you enjoy! (Sorry it took so long 😭 life’s been busy)

I feel like he’d be the type to fall in love with his best friend, or generally someone that he knows fairly well

Expect nights spent talking on the phone with him, laughing your asses off at memes and stupid games instead of doing homework

Or endless bike rides around the city, as if you didn’t do that one route million of times

Maybe even little lessons on the basics of boxing (he isn’t a very good teacher though, he’s too afraid to hurt you)

It comes naturally, his heartbeat starts to pick up every time he hears your voice, your laugh, you saying his name ugh

And you won’t stop leaving his mind, you’re always there, in every each one of his thoughts (might as well pay rent at this point)

Have you always sound this pretty?

Have you always been this pretty?

Before he knows it, he’s noticing all the little details that make you, well, YOU

He’s in love.

Fuck.

He wouldn’t know what to do about his feelings, either he ignores them and buries this secret deep into his heart, or, after a scary amount of convincing from his friends, he confronts you with the shyest demeanor you’ve ever seen him wear

Assuming this is one of his first experiences, if not the first, he would be very cautious in his actions, not sure yet about how to handle a relationship, especially if it gets more serious

He wouldn’t talk about being in a romantic relationship for a while, mostly cause he doesn’t like to share his personal life too much, especially when it comes to romance

But is there a teenage boy that doesn’t like to brag about being in a relationship?

Would mention it once, casually, you know, to be cool and all

Like “yeah I have a partner” a little smile to top it off, nothing big, just a bit of something to feel swag

Nobody believed him.

The loud boy who screamed about the president 24/7 having a partner? Yeah nice try kiddo, go back to play your stupid videogames

At some point in his young carrier he got tired about the running joke of you being an illusion

“This is what too much screen time does to a person KEKW” chat would say, haha how funny (if you hadn’t notice, he’s being sarcastic)

As frustrating as it was to battle against hundreds of people on whether HE was in a relationship or not, he’d never ask you to do anything you are uncomfortable in doing

So, even if showing up on stream would probably help with this little problem of his, he’d encourage you to actually think carefully if you want to make an appearance or not

“I do have a partner!” Alex says for what feels like the fiftieth time that evening. He should probably give up, after all who cares if chat doesn’t believe him. He knows the truth and that’s enough. Right?

WRONG.

His credibility, and his pride, are in the way. Plus is he even that bad of a catch for people to think he can’t pull?

His head falls onto his hand, resting there as he lets his thoughts run while the fast stream chat on his monitor lights up his face in various dull colors.

You were sitting on a little chair, not too far away from him, staring at something in your phone. He did feel bad for inviting you over just for him to stream an hour later, but you had always said that you didn’t mind watching him since you liked seeing him do something he enjoyed. As if he didn’t enjoy spending time with you, but fine.

So he put his insecurities aside, most of them being about you possibly not liking his streams, and provided you a chair to at least sit comfortably as he robbed you of your time by going live yet again.

It had been going fairly well: he was checking out some horrible games in Roblox, or rather he had been screaming his lungs out for an hour straight, and of course, when a random kid on Roblox asked him to be his girlfriend, chat got back on their “no relationship, you are a loser” (he knows it’s a long name, he couldn’t come up with anything better okay??) agenda.

Your hand waving in his peripheral vision brought him back from his mind: he hadn’t realized he had zoned out.

He looked at you briefly, almost feeling bad for the worried stare you were giving him. He usually doesn’t feel this defeated after an unserious bickering with chat, but to say that this all situation wasn’t playing with his self-doubts would be lying. He’s fine though, he just feels a little gloomy today.

You turn your head to the side and give him a thumps up, voicelessly asking whether he was fine or not. And he just nods, giving you a little, forced, smile before going back to the bright monitor. He doesn’t like the thought of you being concerned about this. While, admittedly, it does feel nice to have someone worried about him, Alex never quite liked to be a bother to anyone. He could handle this alone.

Then why is his head so heavy? And why does he feel without energy all of a sudden? He just needs to do what he does best: push the pain away and walk forward. But even something as easy as that sounds impossible right now.

Maybe he should end stream.

He’s too lost in his own thoughts to realize you had stood from your chair, steadily approaching his setup. When he realizes what’s going on, it’s too late.

“You don’t-“ before the frantic words can leave his mouth, you were already behind him. You cross your arms down his chest, whilst your head, resting on the top of his beanie, being high enough to not get seen by the webcam.

Many things were going trough Alex’s mind, a lot of them being about how nice it felt being hold by you, but only two words left his lips:

“Who’s got no game now, huh?”.

At that point it would go from chat not believing him to chat teasing him endlessly about him being a simp

You two could do nothing and he would still be accused of it, just because you were there

Is it true? Yeah, but it was nonetheless a bit annoying

He WOULD bully you on stream when the secret is out

Chat: “do you like (Name) or Thanos more? Don’t lie”

“Well…” he’d say, scratching his neck in faux uneasiness.

“Don’t think about it what the fuck!”.

His chat took your relationship quite well, after all the time he wasn’t famous enough to have fans being jealous and obsessing over him

Actually you became kind of an icon of his channel

And he did milk this for content but it’s not like you didn’t encourage him, quite the contrary, so expect videos like “playing Roblox with my partner” or “The best Habbo raid ever w/(Name)”

As sweet as this all can be, we haven’t forgot about his light teasing (borderline bullying) on stream, have we?

Don’t worry, you got back at him with the help of Aksel countless of time, he’d be your partner in crime when it came to bullying Alex

You were watching meme compilations with them on stream, occasionally sharing some little laughs and snarky comments, and, one way or another, you somehow ended up talking about shampoos. Yes, shampoos.

“Honestly, I think 2 in 1 are gross” Alex says, spinning around in his chair while still keeping an eye on the running chat. You were sitting next to him in your usual simple wooden chair that he usually stole from his kitchen. It wasn’t much, and you could feel your thighs getting painted with the hard design of your seat, but it feels very homy, heart warming in its simplicity.

Yet, as comfortable and happy as you felt, you really couldn’t help spatting out the comment that had been dancing dangerously on the tip of your tongue, begging to be freed.

“And what would you know about it you bald fuck”.

Silence filled the room.

.

.

.

You start to grow worried you stepped over the line as you shoot guilty side-glances at him, trying to evaluate whether he was or wasn’t okay with your stupid joke. His spinning was getting gradually slower, and his eyes wide and open jaw came to view.

You’re able to let out a silent sigh of relief as Alex’s face sinks into a, clearly exaggerated, offended pout.

“Have you heard them?? Defend me Aksel what the hell” he cries dramatically, his mindless spinning coming at a halt to stare into the soul of his screen, specifically at the man that is lightly grinning right back at him.

“I mean.. they’re kinda right man..” he mutters in his typical monotone voice, barely holding back an amused snicker.

Alex’s look of betrayal was probably the funniest shit you had seen in a while.

“Why are you two ganging up on a Mexican guy huh??”

“Awww the Mexican card? No better come back??” you laugh smugly, your face screaming “triumph” as he gawks at you.

“You truly found your match” Aksel laughs, adjusting his bucket hat as he leaned down on his office chair.

“Shut the fuck up” he mumbles before looking away from you with a huff.

Oh God does he love you.

Moving on though, these were harsh years for him, so he needs lots of love and support from his partner

I think it’d be too soon to have full on cuddling sessions, but i see him loving your touch, especially if it’s something domestic like a simple hug or a little caress down his back

Not really into PDA either, but he would find comfort in holding your hand whenever he’s tense or even just cold

It’s a reminder you are still by his side despite all of his flaws and insecurities, you chose him

(Ended up being way longer than I intended but had fun :D sorry for the long wait :( I had two very stressing weeks in the middle of writing this)

Hi! (I'm a new creator on Tumblr)

An introduction of myself:

My name is Kuu (nickname)

I plan to write fanfics of Quackity, and maybe some others of the dsmp

I will NOT write any of the following people:

Dream, W*lbur, or George.

(PLEASE tell me if any others of the smp have allegations !!)

I write the following genres:

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Imagines

Drabbles

Mostly Y/N x ...

Some random facts about me!:

Music taste:

Asteria, 6arelyhuman, Lumi Athena, Odetari....and stuff like that (idk the genre name😭)

18+!!!!