You say when all he got in was first two inches. He chuckles looking at your fucked out face: lips fallen apart, eyes dazed and unfocused, cheeks flushed.
“Oh you can definitely take it, ya lil slut” he teases in your ear. Your wrists are above your head, held down by his one hand. So you can’t do anything than arch your back, while his other hands roams around your body.
You let out such loud whimper, when you feel him slide in further. Your head gets fizzy. “Slow down, please” only to understand, he was slow, you just had to handle it. He seemed to stop, and it have you hope “You’re all in?”
“Just a lil more, my girl” you open your eyes, only to see his expression change out of nowhere “I can make it faster” He chuckles.
You fail to say something, all you can do is scream out his name, since he thought it would be a good idea to just snap his hips forward and push rest of cock in your pussy.
“It’s too big it’s too big!” He mocked “and you took it all in”
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A/N: I write for Foolish and Punz now too, everybody cheered! Here’s some (really specific, too!) headcanons on how they would act when reaaallyyy crushing on someone… Any way, please keep sending me requests! May take a while for me to write them, but hey, I’ve been feeling really excited about writing lately 🫶🏻 My next, or one of my next, uploads will be a full-length little fiction piece of Dream having a crush, sooo we’ll continue with this crush theme… 👀
DREAM:
If you were a streamer yourself, he’d definitely gift subs on each stream of yours. Let’s be real, he wouldn’t settle for 20 gifted subs, make it a 100. Sometimes he’d donate and attach messages with them such as “hey nice stream you got there” or just straight up “(sugar) daddy dream is here”. UM, RIP CHAT. AM I RIGHT? Knowing him, it’d be an unnecessarily large amount of money, but he just wants to see the stunned look on your face and hear you thank and praise him for his generosity like no other. Man’s smiling so hard at himself and feeling a little prideful for being able to spoil you like that, in front of thousands of people watching too, and thinking if only he could spoil you as more than a friend.
Giving you piggyback rides! Or more like demanding to give you piggyback rides… Dream would give off such cocky energy when he’d get to carry you on his back, though. Like you were royalty and he was your carriage. I can just imagine him walking around piggybacking you and someone asking him for a favor, to which he’d reply “I’d love to but I’m kinda busy here, and my hands are kinda full so…” and gesture at you on his back and his hands supporting you. You’d hurrily try to climb off of him, to which he’d just yelp a little “no!” and then proceed to throw you a reassuring smile over his shoulder, silently telling you he likes having you so close to him.
Yeah so, those little acts of service are it for him. He’d feel the urge to spoil you, as stated before, and this side of him would strongly come out if you ever were to shop with him around. If you ever wanted to even look at an item, you better do it quick and not let him see. Because the moment he sees you looking a little too hard at or twiddle with something you’re considering buying, he strides over to you and starts asking “you want it? ‘Cause if you want it, it’s yours” and you can already see him taking out his credit card. And before he even gives you time to think, he has already bought it for you. Damn, he’d buy the whole store for you in a heartbeat if you asked. So, better not even joke about it to him…
You know the really cheesy move guys pull when they yawn and stretch and lift up their arm and then put it over their crushes’ shoulder? I feel like Dream would be so guilty of attempting that, successfully attempting that. He’d make it super playful though, he doesn’t want to scare you away, in case you wouldn’t feel the same way about him. After successfully getting his arm around you, he’d blissfully sigh “ah! This is nice, or what?”
He’d make playlists, for himself. And they’d be public for everyone to see. Nothing weird about that, right? Or at least at first, there was nothing exceptional about them, or so did everyone thought, until later a few fans pointed it out that, maybe coincidentally, the first letters of each track spelt out your name. Totally not a coincidence for Dream, even though that’s what he tells to the curious public: it’s all a coincidence. He wouldn’t be afraid to make his crush on you obvious to the world. Because no one would know just how serious he was about it, instead he’d just play it off as playful banter between two close friends. It’d be just for him to know that he did it out of true affection. Maybe someday for you to know as well, he hopes. But for now, he settles for playing it cool and laughing off the people online freaking out.
Even more of being close to you. Like in forms of giving you massages. Yep. He’d sneak up behind you and just start massaging your shoulders. In a totally friendly way. Or so he hopes it seems like, because again, he doesn’t want to scare you away. So a friendly massage. And who are you to turn down a free massage? And so he’s massaging away and relishing in getting to be close to you again. He’d get super into it though and probably make a few dramatic “Ohh! Ahh! Oh yeah!” sound effects of his own. He’d ask you then “you feel good now?” You know damn well that Sapnap would fight the urge to ask Dream does he like making you feel good.
SAPNAP:
Congrats, now that he’s (still secretly) hardcore crushing on you big time, you have a hype man of your own (that’s him). If it came to video games and watching you play them, he’d (sometimes lewdly) comment on every move you’d make in the game, such as “you’re so fucking good at that. You know what being around a good player, who’s also hot, does to me”, he’d scream “YEAH!” a little too loud whenever you’d win. Others hearing it will point out his constant praise with a “yeah, we get it already” to which he’d mumble a quiet “shut up” and bite back a smile. Like Dream, he just wants to like you loud and proud, but not give it away that he’s actually being serious and doing more than just platonic flirting. He also finds you being skilled attractive, no matter how small the said skill is. Even when it comes to mundane things, he’s still rooting for you. It could be something as simple as cooking with him and his need to praise you would get triggered by something as simple as you working a blender perfectly. Yeah… He cheers and claps when you’re done blending and then explains himself when you question what got him so excited, “n-no, nothing, it’s just that, that can be pretty tough, y’know? Especially avoiding spillage. Dream usually doesn’t know how to do it the right way so-“ “Yes, I do!” Dream would interrupt and yell from the living room. Sapnap just hopes he shuts up so he doesn’t blow his cover. He knows that Dream knows damn well how to use the blender, but in his eyes you’re just superior at everything, so even if it takes throwing Dream under the bus to make you feel superior, he’ll do it.
Okay, so, he loves praising you but he also likes hearing you praise him. He’d trick you into it though by asking you questions such as “don’t I just look so good today?” or “do you like this new hoodie I bought?” You’d have no choice than to agree and tell him that yes, he looks nice. It literally has him falling asleep with a smile on his face that night, wishing that the more you tell him that, the more you’ll also convince yourself that he is indeed pretty cute, and hot, and handsome, and all that. He’d do anything to convince you that he’s the most handsome thing you’ll ever see.
God help him if you’d ever talk to him about someone other than him, any other guy. Yeah, his heart would break a little, but it’d also make him super competitive and, well, petty as hell. You could even harmlessly compliment Karl and he’d instantly get into a “but I’m better” mood. And that’s also exactly what he’d ask you, “but he’s not as cute as me, right?” You’d be taken back a little and tell him that “I think there’s no reason for that,” which should be enough to reassure him and his petty mood, but he’d just pout and grunt back “we’ll see about that.” He can’t sometimes stand anyone else than him hearing those compliments from you, especially if he was in a grumpy mood to begin with. Talking about compliments, he’d also learn any skill just to impress you. And to be better than everyone else. Simp behavior…
He’d also be sooo whiny. He’d use that whiny tone to convince you. Trying to convince you to stay over at his house for a little longer. Or trying to convince you in voice call to play one more round of a game with him on stream when you’d have million of other important things to do instead. He’d talk in that tone only for you, but he wouldn’t really care if others heard him. Usually if any of the boys would hear him, they’d definitely gag at his sweet talk. All in good fun, of course. If you were to deny him and his attempt to get you to join his team for just one more round, he wouldn’t stop whining for the majority of the stream nor the call. 30 minutes later and you can still occasionally hear his voice whining, “whyyyyy? But why would you say ‘no’? Pleaseeeee....” aaand cue to Karl gagging.
Sapnap would be so slick when it comes to spending more time with you, or initiating to spend more time with you. He’d ask you “hey, do you remember when we went to that arcade?” and you’d be a mess of confusion because, you have never been to an arcade with him, so you’d tell him with a nervous laughter “no? I don’t think that ever happened” to which he’d smirk at you and say “well, should we make it happen?” And that’s how he took to you an arcade. And to many other places. He pretends they’re dates. But shh, that’s a secret. He wouldn’t want to ruin a great friendship. He just hopes you like the slick ones if he ever was to ruin it.
Letting you borrow his hoodie and then claiming that you can keep it when you try to give it back to him? YES. This actually would happen with a couple of his hoodies. Very gentleman-y of him. You wouldn’t even have time to finish your sentence about how cold it is outside, when he already is handing you his hoodie. You’d go through the bickering back and forth of him insisting that you put it on and that he’ll be fine without it, that he’s not cold at all, and you telling him that he doesn’t need to give it to you. He knows he doesn’t, but he wants to. So let him, please. Let him enjoy the cute view (he secretly enjoys) of you in his clothes. Later on he then tells you to “just keep it”, because he has ‘plenty of hoodies anyway.’ Oh boy, he just hopes you wear it around him sometime…
Sooo quick to defend you. Sometimes it’d be a little unnecessary how strongly he’d react, but he feels that it’s now (that he’s absolutely smitten by you) in his blood to defend and protect you from anything that could make you feel bad about yourself. It could be something as simple as someone pointing out that you bite your nails as a bad habit and Sapnap would open his mouth and tell them “bro, stop. Leave them alone.” Everyone would be a little stunned and tell him to calm down, to which he’d mutter “yeah, whatever”, but no, he wouldn’t let himself calm down just yet. For the remaining of the day he’s on high alert, ready to defend you some more.
GEORGE:
My God, he’d get so giggly and blushy around you. He’d definitely argue back that no, he doesn’t, but he does. Just hearing you laugh, he’d start laughing and giggling along, even when he’d have no clue what’s so funny and what exactly it is that you’re laughing at. And the blushing! If anyone was to point out the blush on his cheeks, he’d just shake his head, roll his eyes and assure that no, his face is not red (while he is visibly red). At his weakest, he wouldn’t even be able to look at your way without blushing. How much longer exactly will he be able to hide his feelings like that?
Sometimes when he’d feel extremely bold and brave, he’d take things to Twitter. Or someone would do it for him. What I mean is that, George would look up or come across a video of let’s say, two cats cuddling or kissing, or whatsoever, and tag you and tweet “Me and you?” Twitter has a meltdown. Meltdown is an understatement. Maybe he’d get cold feet almost immediately and delete it before too many people would see it. (Too bad that there’ll still be hundreds of screenshots of it.) Sometimes someone else like Sapnap would instead tag you and George in a similar tweet and say “this @y/n and @GeorgeNotFound???” Yeah, you may be blind to the massive crush George has on you, but Sapnap isn’t…
Filming totally pointless TikToks with him... Yeah, they’re pointless and it’s his ideas that usually are just causing confusion amongst anyone watching them. There’s no plot, just vibes. But he can’t ignore how happy and comfortable he feels with you even on camera, even when you’re doing some stupid TikTok dances. And in a way, he also gets to show off your friendship, he wishes it was more than friendship, to the world. So yeah, most of the time they were spontaneous clips that we’re just filmed in the heat of the moment, a little humorous, definitely chaotic. What anyone watching would see on the screen is just two friends hanging out and having fun, but it’s totally different from what he feels. And he totally plays them back and watches them alone afterwards, smiling at his phone, smiling at you on his screen. And then checking you out a little bit too, “wow…”
Sure, he’s able to gently joke around with you, but then somehow end up feeling a little bad for it. He could offer you a snack and ask you “you want this?” and when you’d say yes, instead of feeding it to you, he’d instead eat it himself and laugh at you “hah! You can’t have it!” Soon he’d start feeling bad for you, even though there definitely was no harm done with that little prank, but he feels bad enough to go above and beyond to get you your own snacks that no one can steal away from you, not even him. He’d present them to you with a “woo-o! Look what I have!” and wow, he’d be so red in the face again when you stare at him with your mouth agape in surprise and ask him “you did this… for me?”
Whenever someone in the room told a joke, he’d always look at you first to see your reaction, your smile, your laugh in response. That’s such an adorable little habit he has formed now that he has a crush. For him, seeing you happy and content comes first. He’d also laugh at pretty much anything you’d say. Maybe it’s nervous laughter, for how he always feels a bit nervous around you. You could be saying the most normal things, such as “I took a walk today,” and he’d burst out laughing at that. Yeah, don’t even ask... He thinks laughter is the way to your heart, as dramatic as it sounds.
But he’d also have that side of him to be loud and… annoying around you. Maybe it’d be to keep your attention on him, to keep him on your mind at all times, even when he’s not with you. So he’d find the most bizarre ways to find his way into your days. Like, prank calling you out of nowhere. He’d call you and when you’d pick up, he’d just scream down the phone and then hang up. So romantic… But then he’d get you to call him back, to ask him if he has something to actually tell you, and then manage to keep you on the phone for an hour, just chit-chatting about nothing in particular. After you’d tell him that you have to go, he’d shriek at you “nooo! But I am so bored! Don’t leave me die of boredom! And what would you do without me then, hmm? What’s even more important to you than talking to me right now? Are you scheming to get rid of me? ‘Cause you won’t!”
He’d usually turn to you for advice, he really trusts you to not screw him over. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re a savior and an angel in his eyes. You could give him the worst advice and he’d still blindly follow it, just because it’s advice that came from you. And in his eyes, you could never be wrong about anything. He could text you “should I get a haircut?” and you’d tell him “sure but it’s really up to you?” and yeah, he knows it’s up to him but at least he got an opinion from you so he just texts you back “yeah I guess :]”. You best believe that he goes ahead and gets the haircut, that you technically agreed with, and only hopes you like it.
KARL:
When Karl is crushing on you, he’d be genuinely offended if you did stuff without him. Stuff that usually the two of you would do together, like watch anime, or cartoons. Or any TV -show. He’d ask you if you’ve seen the newest episode of an anime you’ve both been hooked on that just came out a few days ago, thinking that it’d be nice if you could watch it with him, but when you’d tell him that “yeah. I watched it last night,” he’d let out a frustrated sigh and tilt his head back in annoyance and tell you “nooo! I really wanted to watch it with you! Now, why would you do that and watch it without me?” Of course, he wasn’t actually mad at you, but he was really hoping he could’ve made it your thing to keep up with that anime together. So yeah, he’s a little annoyed you’d watch it without him. He likes the nights when you’re both cozy on the couch, watching it, commenting on every plot twist. Big sigh.
He’d talk to you, like a lot. Even when there was nothing to talk about. Because, in his (secret) opinion, there is always something to talk about with you. He makes conversations out of anything just to get to talk to you. You could be sitting with him in his room, looking out the window, watching birds fly by and he’d just ask you “what’s your favorite bird?” and then smile at you like he didn’t just ask the most random question and like he actually doesn’t genuinely seem interested in knowing the answer. Because he does. Well, you’d end up talking about birds, flying, nature.... and he is so happy. Because all that matters is that he’s talking to you.
He’d insist on making secret handshakes with you, that no one else knows and can learn except than you two, and then feeling so proud about them afterwards. He’d remember them even after a long time, you’d ask him how does he still remember and he would just blush and stutter, “I- it’s just kind of special. Of course I remember.”
Okay, so... Fan-fiction. He’d definitely read the fan-fictions people would write about you (there already are shippers out there, even though he has not admitted crushing on you). Maybe that’s adding fuel to the fire when he’d read them on stream. Bad idea? Maybe... He’d put so much effort into the reading, making it all feel as real as possible, voice acting to the best of his ability and all. It makes chat question though, why is he so into it? And why is he giggling every five seconds? Any possible kissing scenes... He would not even skip over them, but instead he’d make literal kissing sounds into the mic... Someone stop him.
For some reason, I can imagine him casually showing up when he knows you’re around in a shirt that says something like “if you’re reading this, I have a crush on you” and look out for your reaction. Well, yeah, you read it, and so did everyone else that talked to him that day. You laughed it off and joked that “everyone already knows that he’s a homie hopper” and so did everyone else. He’d dream about the day he could eventually confess his crush on you and also tell you that he has actually told you about it way before, and when you’d confusingly ask him when did that happen, he’d tell you that “you read my shirt, that one day when you called me out for being a homie hopper, didn’t you?” And then it’d all click.
Aww, you’d get to model for his merch! He’d ask you, no, he’d beg you. Is there really anything he’d enjoy more than seeing you in his brand new merch, before anyone else sees it? And have those pictures plastered all over his social media accounts and website? No way. Between every shot he’d take of you, he’d giggle and mutter a little “perfect”, his eyes gleaming and cheeks blushing. Every minute he’d resist the temptation to tell you how perfect you really look, because 1. he doesn’t want to get too sappy now, and 2. he still has a secret to keep... Yeah, he’s crushing on you harder than ever after that.
Whenever there’d be a group gathering and not enough seats for all of you... do I even need to say it? This man would immediately get up and give up his seat for you. A few hours later you’d call over to him, “Karl, you’ve been standing for two hours now. Don’t you want your seat back already?” and he’d shush you with a “nonsense! I’m a big man. What’s a few hours more!?” Actually, he’d give up on everything to share with you if you needed, like earbuds. Or food. Anything. If nothing, it’s always the seat he saves for you or gives up for you.
QUACKITY:
Mostly you would play Minecraft or Roblox with him, if you’re into it. And oh man, he’d enjoy that a lot. He would not leave you alone even in the game, he’d follow your character around for the majority of it. You’d turn around in the game and boom, he’s right there on your tail. He’s actually been there the whole time. When it’s not only you and him, but also other boys in the game and in the voice chat, he’d sometimes just... act like it was just the two of us talking. Listen, he’s not rude like that, but he just really likes talking to you. You just get him, he’d think. And sure, you have a similar sense of humour. He likes. He’d crack so many jokes and funny remarks throughout the whole game. Just trying to be the funniest person in the call for you. Every time someone else, like George, would laugh at his joke that he told to you, he’d shut him down with a “bro, the fuck? That joke was obviously meant for (Y/n). You weren’t supposed to get it.” All in good fun, again. He just likes having his moments with you.
Phone calls! So many phone calls. He just wants to talk to you and hear your voice. Isn’t that sweet? When it’s time to hang up, he’d tell you “ah, I’ll talk to you again soon, okay?” and you’d agree, thinking that he’ll call you again in a few days. But he calls you exactly a minute later. You’d pick up and he’d excitedly tell you “I said I’ll talk to you again soon, didn’t I? What do you mean this is ‘too soon?’”
Would, gently, make fun of you. This doesn’t come as a surprise to anyone. Maybe he’d try turning the tables a little bit, when people online would get a little suspicious of his sudden fondness towards you, he’d make it seem like you are actually the one crushing on him, and not the other way. Maybe that would be also a way for him to test the waters a little bit, to see how you’d react to the thought of it. He’d just make ridiculous posts online, like tweeting a poll that says “Is (Y/N) down bad or down good for me ?? Idk about you guys but they seem a little obsessed lately” or post a picture of the two of you and caption it as “after this picture was taken (Y/n) told me they like me 😳” (You definitely didn’t and the people online seemed to side with you).
The words “I like you” has actually come out of his mouth a few times around you. In a friendly way. He knows he does like you, definitely as friends, but also definitely as more than friends. But for now, liking you as a friend is the most he can do and he wants to seize it. It was when he has done a nice favour for you or given you advice on a tough situation that’s been bothering you, when you’d thank him for what he did for you, he would reply with a “yeah, of course. I fucking like you, and care about you, so..”. It was a friendly reminder and affirmation and that’s how you perceived it. So he does tell you sometimes, not just in a way that it’d make you realise he likes you more than as a friend.
So, back to him gently making fun of you, or mocking you, he’d imitate you, your gestures. I can imagine he’d pull that with any of his friends, but you are definitely not safe from that. He’d know the limits though, he’d know not to be too harsh, but you know, from spending so much time with him and the others, you’ve kind of grown into it that there’s a lot of joking around and poking fun at each other. He’d also comment on your height, like so much height talk! If you were shorter than him, then bless you, he’d love it. Always teasing you, using you as an arm rest or asking if you need a ladder. Or you could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d tease you, “what? Do I make you nervous? You have a crush on me or something?” Orrrrr you could accidentally just mispronounce a word and he’d never let you live it down. Just reminding you of it and repeating it back to you like a parrot. But, don’t take any offence, it’s just his love language.
He’d make over-the-top fan-cams or edits of you, and purposefully make them as ridiculous and exaggerated as possible. Usually he’d also include himself in them. Making sure that everyone knows that he is your #1 shipper, but also at the same time not wanting everyone to figure it out that he’s got it bad for you. He’d put them up on Twitter regardless. You’d reply to him “wtf ???” and he’d just reply back to you “😎😎 😎” He’d dare to be more bold and confident online. And I know what you’re thinking, Alex shy in real life? Well, around you, yes, a little. But online, he’d be thriving, tweeting unhinged things at you, or of you.
He definitely has some gentleman-y in him. He’d express that by, for example, offering to carry your things for you. You’re carrying a rather heavy looking bag? “I’ll take this,” he’d just announce and snatch it out of your hands. You don’t have anywhere to put your phone or keys? Swoop, same thing, but they’d go in his pocket. A few times fans has gotten glimpses of him emptying his pockets for you and handing you back your phone and other little essentials, and it was a pretty adorable sight.
WILBUR:
I mean, the way he’d even look at you gives it all away, it’d almost be a little intimidating. But he can’t help it. The way he listens to you talk and then smirks at himself, glancing piercingly at you, occasionally glancing down at his lap trying to hide his lovey-dovey smile, trying to collect his thoughts, because God, he thinks you are so adorable. I feel like his eyes can tell more than a million words could. It’s just too bad you haven’t figured out the real emotions behind his eyes.
He’d memorise pretty much every little habit of yours, no matter how little, and then slyly smirk at himself every time he’d catch you doing them. One of those days, he’ll definitely tell you that he has taken notice of them. You’d be caught off guard and ask him “you really notice them?” and there comes that smirk on his face again, as he just nods with a quiet “yeah” and then carries on the conversation like nothing happened. But not without adding on that “it’s really cute”.
A little cliche, a little predictable, but he’d definitely all of a sudden start writing down some new mysterious, a little mushy, song lyrics... He’d run them by you and ask if they’re any good, you’d then end up asking him the important question, “who is it about?” (because, how could you not ask when it’s literally a love letter in form of a song?) and he’d sigh and say it’s about “unrequited love”. You’d leave it at that, not wanting to intrude too much, since he looks and sounds so vulnerable. He’ll wish you would’ve intruded a little more though, since he literally wrote it about you, his crush! He just doesn’t leave it at one song, but writes a couple of them. All of them about you. He dreams of being able to play them at a gig, with you in the audience, telling you they’re all about you right before going on stage... Someday, he sighs.
As a person, and especially as a person who’s really crushing on you, he would be keen on sharing every little detail with his family and close friends. So, some of his family and friends would be aware of how he feels towards you. He trusts them not to spoil the secret and hey, he could never keep his mouth shut when it comes to talking about you anyway. Sometimes while hanging out with you, he’d keep checking his phone and just smiling at it, occasionally typing long paragraphs, or so it seemed to you. You’d wonder if it’s about something you said, or if there’s someone special texting him, someone who he really cares about and really wants to talk to instead. But actually, it’d be him blowing up his friends’ phones, telling them how adorable you’re being right now. He’d be doing the whole keyboard smash thing as well. That’s how gone he is for you.
Boom, his energy and happiness levels would suddenly rise whenever you’re in the room. He’d feel super playful too, like sneaking up behind you and then whisper “boo” in your ear in a low tone, trying to playfully frighten you, and when you’d turn around to face him, you’d come face to face with the brightest eyes and smile you’ve ever seen. He’s like the happiest he’ll ever be when he’s around you. No matter how many times he has already done that, he does it almost every time he catches you alone in the room. It had almost became your thing now. You’ve learned not to get as frightened anymore as you used to, and he has learned how much he really likes getting to come so close to you and getting a reaction out of you, whether it’d be you scolding him for scaring you again or laughing at his antics.
Strumming something on his guitar for you. I know, again, very cliche, very cheesy, very romantic, very predictable of him, but no, he doesn’t do that just for anybody. But you’re very special. (Even though you don’t know how special yet). And to spice things up a bit, he’ll make it a little more lighthearted, he’d literally play you memes, or vines. Yeah, for example, you know that “I love you bitch, I ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” vine? Mayyyybe he’d replace the word ‘bitch’, with some platonic pet name, if he was feeling generous, lol. But yeah, just not to make things seem too serious, he’d try to make you laugh with those amusing private performances, and also try to flex a little with his guitar playing, of course. If you’d admire him in his element, strumming away on his guitar, a little too much, he’d get super cocky and yeah... Cocky Wilbur is a whole different breed.
Everything you’d ever feel embarrassed about, he’d embrace it. He’d never let you dwell on something embarrassing that happening to you for too long. If you’d totally mess up your words, or stumble and fall over, or be caught talking or singing to yourself, he’d reassure you that he finds it “very cute” and not embarrassing at all. In some situations, if you’d mess up and embarrass yourself in front of a lot of people, or in public, he’d intentionally mess up with you, just to take the attention away from you and make you feel better about it. You’d fall over? He’d make himself trip too. You’d bump against a glass door? He’ll be right there behind you to walk into it as well. He’d just never let you feel like there’s ever anything worth feeling too embarrassed over and, in his thoughts, how could anyone as adorable as you even be embarrassing? If anything, it’s just cute.
FOOLISH:
Oh man, he’d be an awkward one at first when he’d realize his strong feelings towards you, but he does get a lot smoother with time. And, he’s trying his best, okay.
He’d also be someone who would find it very important to make you laugh lots, be an entertainer just for you. Because he doesn’t think there is anything more attractive than someone he’s able to laugh with over the most ridiculous things, things that always wouldn’t even make sense to others. And yeah, also seeing you laugh is attractive to him, even more attractive if you’re laughing at a joke he made. Basically just whenever you’d be hanging out, it’d be an ongoing urge for him: must make you laugh. Sometimes it’d be him just squatting down to your level and starting to make random noises in your ear. That’s literally his sense of humour... And it’d be even more hilarious for him, if you’d do the same back to him. The most random noises he could think of, chirping, squeaking, beeping.... anything. Or suddenly starting up a game of tag with you, running around chasing each other, and the only way to tag each other was to tickle them. He’d squeal and wiggle like a worm when you would tickle him. It’s always something silly with him...
Protective Foolish would suddenly become a thing when he’d realize his feelings for you, and also realize that there’s nothing more he wants to do than protect you and your feelings. Keep you away from anything or anyone that could make you feel even a little uncomfortable, or hurt. His way of protecting and defending you would be just a chunk of sarcasm coming out of his mouth. He’d turn sarcastic any time when he’d feel like it’s time to protect you. If there was someone badmouthing you, he’d put on the most spiteful face you could think of and with his voice dripping with sarcasm, he’d ask them “is it so? Is that what you think, now? Was there a little shit talking there, or what?” You could tell that it’s okay, that he doesn’t need to do this, but he wouldn’t give up. He’d be so intimidating, with his tone and height and all, that he could get an apology out of anyone. And he usually does get the people badmouthing you to apologize to you, while Foolish just stands there with his arms crossed examining that it’s a genuine apology, feeling like he has accomplished another mission of his, which is to make sure that in the end your feelings are unharmed.
Now, he’d be definitely someone who would mess up his hair a little on purpose, in hopes that you would fix it for him and smother the strands sticking up back in place. He’s so desperate for some touch from you that he’d go to such extreme lengths. God forbid if anyone would catch him doing that, he’d be so embarrassed. You’d turn around from him for a few seconds, which would give him time to very aggressively ruffle his hair with his hands and when you’d look back at him, his hair would suddenly look like it’s been through a tornado, and so you’d laugh a little and ask him “what happened? What’s going on with your hair?” and then laugh some more because he looks so ridiculous. He’d chuckle a little bit too, a little out of embarrassment, because he still can’t believe himself for the things he’s doing just to have you touch him and pay a little extra-attention to him. But regardless, he just shrugs and bends down to your level and asks you “I don’t know what happened? What? Is it bad? Fix it for me?” and you’d be a little taken aback because, did he really just ask you to do that? But of course you’d agree to it.
Every little thing or favour you’d do for him, no matter how small or insignificant they may seem to you, he’d appreciate the heck out of them, and you. Because, was there a better feeling for him than having the person he truly, genuinely likes, to be willing to help him out with anything? He’d thank you a trillion times, and a trillion more if he could. Something as simple as you turning on the coffee machine for him, he’d tell you “seriously, thank you. That helped me like, a tons. It saved my day,” and you’d giggle and reply to him “you’re welcome. But all I did was just press a button.” He wouldn’t have that belittling, so he’d be a little more dramatic just for you and proceed to tell you how much easier it made his day, “no, like seriously, that was the best thing you could’ve ever done for me.” Okay, then.
A crushing Foolish would be so sweet that he’d totally blew off his other plans to be with you instead. You’d know that he’s been looking forward to seeing this movie with a couple of his friends that one night, but when he’d become aware of how you have no plans for that night, he’d declare how he’d rather spend the night with you anyways. You’d tell him that “Foolish, you don’t really have to do this. I thought you were supposed to go the mov-?” and he’d interrupt you “now, that’d a silly thing for me to do, I don’t know why you’re thinking like I’d leave you alone. That’s crazy thinking right there.” And so, you’d just settle for smiling coyly at him and accepting that he’s not going anywhere, and that for some reason (that’s still unclear to you), he’d even blow off his friends for you. And he’d do it over and over again. And he does.
PUNZ:
Ouch, he’s a tough one to get to. But once you breakthrough the walls and the sort of intimidating facade he has, he is all soft for his crush.
Usually he’d be a little reserved and keep to himself, maybe a little closed off. But whenever you’d be around, it’s a whole different thing. He has never smiled so much than he did that one day when you hung around, and it didn’t go unnoticed by the other boys who were also there. Karl would text you about it after you had all gone home and ask you “What did you to punz ?? This man won’t stop cheesin” and Quackity as well would text you “punz today be like ‘😃😃’”. You’d make him happy, you’d just make him love life, just purely by existing and especially when you’d exist in his presence. He’s also extra observant around you, and so you’d catch him looking at you a lot. He’d just rest his chin on his hand and not take his eyes off of you. You’d wonder if there’s something wrong, something on your face perhaps, by the intense way he’s staring at you, but no, he’s just admiring. So let him.
Every picture of himself he’d consider posting on social media, he’d send them to you first and ask you “u like??”. Kind of like a test run. He’d do it ritually almost each time, but if you ever were to call him out for it, asking how come you’re the one he sends them to, he’d claim that it’s just all a coincidence. Sure is... But you better reply back to him as soon as you can, or he would start feeling a little insecure and think if you really like them, because if you do, why haven’t you replied yet? It’s been 20 seconds. Yeah, so, he’s a little clingy too. He just wants to talk to you as much as possible, have you see as much of him as possible, from all of his best angles as well, and maybe fish for a few compliments? Maybe. After you’d reply to him “yes, it’s good”, he’d text you back “nice. now your turn”, and you’d ask him that it’s your turn for exactly what? He’ll tell you then that it’s only fair that you send him a picture of yourself too in that exact moment. And so, it kind of really then becomes a whole ritual that after approving of his picture, you send him one back with a thumbs up or something.
Unlike with anyone else, now that he has taken a massive liking towards you, he’d actually share his food with you. And that’s major. Or, even more major and better, he’d sometimes get you food without you even having to ask, or even without mentioning that you’re hungry. He’d order takeaway for himself, or so you’d think, but he’d then turn up with an extra large portion of food and you’d ask him “damn, are you feeding the whole town?” He’d chuckle a little and then casually tell you that “nah, it’s um, it’s for you.” At that, you could’ve fallen off your seat. Let’s call it his love language to serve you even when you don’t ask for anything.
This man, he would sometimes not show up to plans if you weren’t there. He’d tell his friends that he is only willing to come if you’ll be there too. And if they tell him that you’re not going to be there, then, too bad. He simply just wouldn’t come. Any plans that you’d make without him, he’d call them ‘boring’ and ‘lame’. Sooo, he only is your good time?
A.N: Did I get this idea from watching Heartstopper again? Yes.
Dream: He just rambles more. Like full on panicking, stuttering and blushing. Man isn't used to someone being overly confident and/or flirty to him cause he's usually the one doing that;
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Georgenotfound: I take everything I said about George back. He'll be flustered at first, but hide it after with his cocky little attitude. The blush is noticeable tho 👀;
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Sapnap: Quickly hide his face, you don't need to see him in this state. Even if you try to, man will have his face burried into your neck until his flaming cheeks cool down;
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Badboyhalo: Bad gets all smiley and happy, and will proceed to pepper your lips w/ happy kisses!;
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Quackity: I feel like he cherishes these moments w/ you more then anything in the world. So he'll just hold onto your face and stare into your eyes just for a bit...letting time fly by as he gazes in the eyes of his lover
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Karl Jacobs: Giggles. Just the happiest, cutest ones and will then begin to kiss your entire face for hours w/ no end
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Wilbur Soot: For some reason I see him being a gentleman in moments like these, so he'll take your hand just so he can leave a soft kiss onto it;
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C!Technoblade: Techno will pull you into a tight hug right after, as a way to keep you close but also to hide his face. You two will stay like that for a while as the voices make fun of his "soft" side;
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Nihachu: your kiss last more then you expected and then you'll both pull apart but keeping your forehead on one another. As a way of calming down your beating hearts and taking in the beautiful moment;
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Eret: They give you a small smile and connect their lips to the top of your head, lingering them longer then they should just to make you feel how much they truely love you and all you do for them;
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Punz: Man doesn't let you pull away, no sir, he'll pull you right back into the kiss and will pull away only when you are both out of breath. Literal breathtaking kiss 🤭;
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FoolishGamers: In moments like these he is usually caught of guard, but instead he just holds onto your face so that your kiss could last a little longer. He's a needy boy when it comes to kissing you;
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Awesamdude: Sam holds onto your face as you two pull away, his lips quickly going for your cheeks and covering both of them in kisses. Mumbles of how much he loves you being thrown in between them.
So, a new day, a new idea! To be honest, I didn't know which idea to order from you, because I have a lot of them... Maybe even too many, but it doesn't matter. The idea of a platonic yanderes this time is not "SBI" (surprisingly, but they will be in the future), and there's a theory that Puffy raised Dream and Foolish (they call her "father" in some stories). What if the reader was also her son? (It's not necessary to specify the gender, but it was the first time I came up with the idea of a male reader.) The reader is about the same age as Dream (maybe a little older, but only by a couple of months at most). It wasn't intentional, but his family ignored him (middle child syndrome?). As a result, Foolish goes on an adventure, Dream leaves with his friends, and Puffy resumes his adventures. The reader also embarks on a journey, focusing on hardcore worlds where he accomplishes incredible feats! (MudFiaps is an example, if that tells you anything). He is very sociable but rarely leaves his world (hence, he has never been on servers before).
One day, he walks into the DMV (the main events haven't ended yet, but Dream isn't in prison, and Puffy is already on the Server) There, he quickly becomes friends with the others, and at first looks like a little sun (perhaps he is the lowest in the family except for "father"), but as soon as he sees someone from the family, he closes in on himself and clearly becomes sadder, at first neither dream nor puffy and Fulish do not notice this, since he always But as time goes on, the reader gets closer to the others and opens up as a somewhat crazy person who does incredible things: collecting ALL kinds of armor (more than 4,000), a collection of all animals (even all kinds of fish of which more than 3,072) and so on, and with the rest he is only happy to do some stupid things! but the catch is that he doesn't pay any attention to his health. He often faints (he often doesn't sleep for several days to achieve his goals).
And the family is worried when they find out that the Reader has fainted in the middle of the server. They come to help him, and when he wakes up, he is surprised to see his family around him. Puffy is patting his head, Foolish is looking at his huge base, and Dream is just sitting next to him. When they ask him how he managed to get himself into this state, he just brushes it off, saying that he often faints while building his structures, and has been doing so since he was 10 years old (when he still lived with them). and the family asks what he's working on, and the reader's eyes light up, and he tells them about all the huge statues, temples, museums, bases, and how he's been working on complex mods (where it takes weeks of Minecraft to create a workbench). The family is surprised because they didn't know about any of the projects, and the reader quickly clarifies that he had mentioned them, but they were busy and didn't hear him. It's a moment of realization.
Puffy decides to go get some food (and realize that she was a bad parent to the reader) and asks her son where the kitchen is, to which he replies that he hasn't built one, as he primarily eats golden carrots. However, if she wants to, she can check out the storage room, where there should be meat for the zoo's mobs. Dream accompanies Puffy, as the building is quite large. Foolish stays with his brother, who enthusiastically explains how he created a massive mechanism for easy diamond mining. and he can't help but notice how thin his brother is and how much smaller his hands are than Foolish's own (which isn't difficult considering that even in human form, the demigod is quite large). As they walk to the warehouse, Puffy and Dream can't help but admire the base. However, Puffy can't help but think about how long she's been ignoring her son, and Dream can't forget the numerous scars beneath his brother's clothes. Eventually, the family realizes that they won't ignore the Reader anymore.
“THE CHILD THEY MISSED” — Platonic Yandere Puffy, Dream & Foolish x Reader
It starts on a day that was supposed to be ordinary.
The Server was unusually lively—DMV filled with the usual chaos, bickering, and questionable architecture choices. You’d only meant to visit for a few minutes. Really, that was all. A peek into a world beyond your own hardcore dimensions; maybe trade some materials, share some stories, then return to the place where your thousand-block megabases stood untouched by anyone but you.
You walked through the portal, brushing dust off your armor—one of your favorites from your 4,000-set collection—and instantly the room lit up.
You were a walking sunbeam.
Laughing, talking easily, glowing with the excitement of someone who finally had real people to talk to. Everyone took to you right away. Someone joked that you were Puffy’s height (which admittedly, wasn’t tall), and you just shrugged with a smile.
But the second Dream walked by?
It was like watching a flame snuffed out.
Your posture crumpled.
Your voice died.
Your smile folded away until it was a thin, apologetic line.
At first, no one noticed. Puffy was busy. Foolish was busy. Dream was… Dream. And you? You kept your brightness turned toward everyone else—just not the three people who should have seen it first.
It took days for them to put it together.
Days of watching you rush around doing stupid, wonderful things with the other server members—racing boats down cliffs, spawning snow golems in random houses, building a 1:1 scale recreation of the moon because someone offhandedly wondered if it was possible.
Days of seeing you laugh with others in a way you never did with them.
Days of seeing you never sleep.
And then came the moment that changed everything.
COLLAPSE
You were halfway through building a redstone system—an automatic diamond quarry powered by an absurd chain of command blocks and pistons—when your knees just buckled.
You hit stone.
Then darkness.
When awareness returned, the first thing you felt was warmth on your head—slow, rhythmic, gentle.
Then a voice, trembling at the edges.
“Sweetie? Are you awake?”
Puffy.
Her gloved hand stroking your hair.
You blinked, vision blurry. Dream sat cross-legged beside you, elbows on knees, expression unreadable but eyes sharp, fixed on you with laser-like intensity. Foolish hovered behind them, arms crossed—whether to hide worry or to keep himself from shaking you awake was unclear.
You tried sitting up. Dream’s hand immediately pressed to your shoulder—firm, steady, not allowing movement.
“How,” he asked quietly, “did you get yourself into this state?”
You shrugged lightly. “Oh. That? I faint like that all the time. Building stuff. Been doing it since I was ten. It’s normal.”
“Since you were ten?” Foolish repeated slowly, voice too soft for someone normally cheerful. “You fainted while we lived together?”
You hesitated only a moment before nodding.
“You guys were always busy. I told you about the projects—like the temples and the statue garden and the modded worlds—but you never heard. It’s okay though! I didn’t want to bother you.”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Puffy’s eyes glistened. Dream’s stare sharpened to something dangerous. Foolish looked like he wanted to sink into the floor.
Finally, Puffy stood abruptly.
“I’m getting you food,” she said. “Real food. Not just the golden carrots you live on.” She forced a smile. “Where’s your kitchen, sweetie?”
You blinked.
“Uh… I didn’t build one. I mostly eat the carrots. But the storage room should have meat for the zoo mobs. If you want.”
Dream stood as soon as she did.
“I’ll go with you,” he said quickly, almost too quickly. “The base is big. You might get lost.”
The two left, the door closing behind them.
FOOLISH AND THE MECHANISM
You began describing your diamond-mining contraption the moment they were gone, enthusiasm bubbling like a geyser.
“And then,” you said, “if you connect this part to the auto-sorter, it collects every ore type! Oh, and I made a bypass so it detects diamonds separately so they don’t get mixed!”
Foolish listened silently.
Too silently.
His eyes didn’t leave you—not your face, but your hands. Thin. Calloused. Smaller than his. Fragile in a way that made his chest tighten uncomfortably.
“Bro,” Foolish finally interrupted, voice wavering, “when’s the last time you… ate? Or slept?”
You shrugged again.
“I dunno. Two… three days? Maybe four?”
Foolish inhaled sharply.
“Four—? You fainted and didn’t even notice! How is that—?”
“It happens,” you said easily. “It’s just how I build. You know.”
He did not, in fact, know.
And he hated that you thought he did.
PUFFY & DREAM IN THE WAREHOUSE
Meanwhile, between the towering shelves of your storage room—organized so perfectly it rivaled museums—Puffy stopped walking.
Dream, a chest of carefully sorted mob meat open before him, turned.
“Puffy?”
“I didn’t see any of it,” she whispered.
Dream stayed silent.
“I didn’t see him. I didn’t see what he was doing. I didn’t notice he was fainting—since he was ten? Ten, Dream.” Her breath shook. “What kind of parent misses that?”
Dream closed the chest, slowly.
“He didn’t tell us in words,” Dream said. “But he tried. And we didn’t listen.”
He didn’t say who he blamed more.
He didn’t need to.
Both of them felt it.
And both came to the same conclusion:
They were never going to overlook you again.
Ever.
A FAMILY’S DECISION
When they returned, you were still rambling to Foolish about the diamond machine. Dream placed food beside you without a word. Puffy sat down again and carded her fingers back into your hair.
You froze for a moment, confused.
Then she pulled you gently into her side.
“Sweetie,” she murmured, voice soft but steely beneath it, “we’re going to make sure you never faint alone again.”
Dream nodded once.
“You’re part of this family,” he added, tone leaving no room for argument. “And we’re done ignoring you.”
Foolish rested a hand on your shoulder, warm and grounding.
“We’re making up for lost time,” he declared. “Starting now.”
Could u do some more dad foolish and dad Quackity if u don’t mind 🫶🏻
alright, so, i chose to make quackity a girl dad. dunno if i said something different before, but for this one, he's a girl dad. sue me. (please dont im broke)
anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list
Quackity
dad!quackity likes to talk to your daughter in spanish.
"ayyy, mi amorcito, lindo," he cooes, rubbing his nose into her chubby cheeks.
"hola, mi cielo," he says when he comes to get her in her crib.
"que quieres de comer, línda?" he asks her absently as he looks for blueberries and the sliced bananas you prepared earlier.
dad!quackity who will very loudly yell at his friends to stop yelling. he tells them if theyre any louder, your daughters gonna wake up. and yes, he has his headphones on...
dad!quackity brings her on stream and shows off how absolutely chunky she is.
her arms look like those jumbo marshmallows glued together. her cheeks are slightly red. she has a thick head of hair. and there is not a single thought behind her eyes.
#ctrlc-ctrlvquackity trends since you don't tell people what her name is. but then he hears him call her 'cielo' and that becomes her new name among the fandom.
Foolish
you will find dad!foolish asleep on the couch with your daughter. (yes, i realize i said this in the last one and i stand by what i say.)
she has your face, but his eyes. and your hair. and his stream thinks its so cute that she looks so much like you!!
dad!foolishes stream also thinks its so cute how he subtly (and not so subtly) takes care of you like youre glass. even after you've given birth. especially after you've given birth.
"baby, what are you doing up?" he asks you when he sees you peeking into his office.
"i finally got her to sleep!" you cheer tiredly, your voice in a harsh whisper. he was just as excited as you but he also took it as a warning to be quiet.
"oh, yay!" he says, his voice in the same tone as yours. "you should get to sleep too, though."
"yeah, i will," you say, wading into his office and going over to press a quick kiss to his lips. "night, babe."
"night, pretty girl."
if i missed an accent on any of the vowels, dont get mad at me. my mom never taught me how to actually write in spanish 😭😭 -Nony
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pairing: c!Son of Aphrodite!Foolish x f!Son of Athena!reader
synopse: The first mission you two went on together could have easily started World War III. However, the mission was a success, and some gods saw a potential group of warriors forming if it weren't for the constant fighting you and Foolish had. He was the son of Aphrodite, attentive and a bit flighty, but he was good at fighting and, unfortunately for you, very handsome.
warnings: enemies to lovers, pjo!au, some cuts mencioned
words: 1796 (first part)
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The first mission you two went on together could have easily started World War III. During that time, Roier had often wondered what the hell he was doing among you, since he seemed to be the only one in his right mind. When he accepted Hermes' mission and considered the idea of choosing the two, he did not expect to face the wrath of two demigods who had recently discovered that they hated each other.
However, the mission was a success, and some gods saw a potential group of warriors forming if it weren't for the constant fighting you and Foolish had. He was the son of Aphrodite, attentive and a bit flighty, but he was good at fighting and, unfortunately for you, very handsome.
Being the daughter of Athena gave you quick agility in developing strategies and being quite intelligent when necessary, but something you didn't have was the ease of dealing with your heart, and that often led you down somewhat dangerous paths in your life. And one of them was when you decided to choose Foolish as your mission companion once again.
This time, in addition to Foolish, you had the opportunity to choose two other people, Bagi and Roier. Bagi, your sister, was someone who loved puzzles, perfect for the mission your mother had given you. And Roier was a great fighter and easy to handle.
The mission seemed simple: to protect an ancient temple dedicated to the Goddess of Wisdom by some humans who lived nearby. The forest was not very dense, but it looked like a labyrinth to strangers, and for some reason, it caught the attention of some curious humans. They were looking for relics to sell, as they were extremely valuable pieces.
The people of the region welcomed you all very well. They even seemed to suspect who you were, but if they knew, they didn't let on. The place you managed to stay was like a bungalow hotel, with Foolish and Roier in one and you and Bagi in another.
The two of you, being sisters and spending a lot of time together at camp, knew a few things about each other and managed to fit in well in the bungalow room. Bagi chose the bed on the right, while you chose the one on the left. And without saying much to each other, she was the first to go to the bathroom.
So you lay down on the bed on your back and thought about some things, which took a few minutes, because Bagi had left the bathroom, and you decided to go in.
As you guys arrived almost late in the afternoon, you decided that it was better to rest for the rest of the day and go and analyze your mother's temple early the next morning. So, after a hot and relaxing bath, you looked at the items that you had collected and that your subconscious thought would be useful for the mission.
But before you even got close to your bag, you heard a knock. You went towards it, realizing that Bagi was busy with something else, and with her headphones on, she probably hadn't even heard the knock.
As soon as you opened the wooden door, Foolish was there.
You narrowed your eyes, waiting to see what he wanted, but he seemed doubtful.
"What do you want?" you asked briefly.
"Do you have any soap I can borrow?" He scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.
You continued to look at him, wondering what was going on in the minds of the two boys, even more so when they realized that they had forgotten some soap, knowing that they would be away from home for days.
"What's the matter, we ran out and didn't get everything." He seemed to understand the look you were giving him. So you went to your bag, took out some soap, and handed it to him.
Without further ado, he thanked you for the soap and returned to his bungalow, which was right next to yours.
As soon as you closed the door and looked back, Bagi laughed loudly as you looked at her from the side.
"You're really stupid, you know that?" she said, sitting on the edge of the bed she was on. "Your passion for him is becoming more and more stupid to watch."
You threw yourself on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
"Who told you I like him?" It was your turn to ask.
"It's literally written all over your face," she replied.
Maybe she was right. Your heart missed a few beats whenever you were around the boy, and you couldn't deny that Foolish really was someone sculpted by a Greek god, his mother was the goddess of beauty, and he couldn't be any different.
"I don't like him," you repeated, this time a little louder, and Bagi took it as a sign that you didn't enjoy the conversation.
"Okay... But you can't deny that he has beauty." She giggled while you grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at her.
The conversation ended there, with both of you quiet, but with your minds in complete confusion, so you preferred to continue like this. You both wished each other a good night and went to sleep.
The next morning, everyone got up early, did their things, and met in a kind of open lobby in the middle of the bungalows. You had the necessary things in each backpack: food, water, and your weapons. Foolish somehow managed to hide his sword in his backpack, and Roier his two daggers. You already carried a kind of scythe, which was easy to hide, and Bagi, a good old bow.
"I hope you both enjoyed the soap," Bagi commented, trying not to laugh.
"Vete a la merda (Go fuck yourself)," Roier replied, hiding a smile, knowing it was just a joke. And Bagi burst out laughing.
Foolish laughed at the comment, but you noticed a slight blush on his cheeks as he laughed and looked at him to see what his reaction would be.
After this brief conversation, you informed some of the townspeople and then set off on the path you had received on a piece of parchment. You don't know exactly how you got it, and you have many questions about how it got into your things, but you didn't reject the piece of paper, and it was useful.
As you went deeper into the forest, the more confused you guys became. The map wasn't being useful, and you started to get stressed about everything going wrong. In a moment of pause, you sat on a rock and began analyzing the map again, which only resulted in more stress.
"I think we should separate," Bagi suggested, breaking the silence. "I think this would be more practical, and we could mark it with something to know where we've been," she continued, and Roier nodded in agreement.
"And how will we know if the other found it or not?" you asked skeptically.
She placed her backpack in front of her, opened it, and rummaged through it until she took out two flares, smiling as she held them up.
You mimicked her action, standing up, feeling excitement reignite within you.
"You and Foolish go there, and Roier and I will go this way," Bagi instructed, pointing first to the left and then to the right. When she paired you with Foolish, your smile faltered.
Foolish and Roier agreed without hesitation, standing up as the mood between everyone seemed lighter with Bagi's idea.
She threw a flare to Foolish, who quickly caught it midair.
Despite not commenting on the pairing, Roier looked at Bagi with an enigmatic expression, as if communicating silently. She gave him a playful push and said goodbye, with Roier mirroring her movements and following her.
You looked at Foolish, your mind racing with thoughts. He, too, seemed to be analyzing you silently. Neither of you moved or said a word, the tension almost palpable.
"How are we going to mark where we went?" you asked, breaking the silence.
Foolish looked around and pulled a small knife from his pocket.
"We'll mark an X on the trees."
You nodded and took the initiative to lead the way.
Every few steps, you noticed Foolish carving his marks into the trees while scanning the surroundings for signs of the temple.
The silence between you was awkward, neither of you wanting to break it.
Your mind wandered back to your last mission together. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t pinpoint where this animosity between you and Foolish originated. From the moment he arrived at camp, a silent rivalry had sparked between you, intensifying over time—perhaps due to the age-old rivalry between Aphrodite and Athena.
After what felt like hours, it seemed like you were walking in circles. The “X’s” on the trees had disappeared. Frustrated, you scanned the area carefully until you spotted an olive tree in the distance.
Without a word to Foolish, you headed toward it, realizing that there were more olive trees ahead, forming a winding path. The trees led you to the temple.
What you failed to notice was the Minotaur waiting in ambush. The beast lunged at you, but Foolish reacted instantly, drawing his sword and shield to block the attack. Despite the shock, you gathered your composure and pulled a small device from your pocket, which transformed into your shield.
The Minotaur was unlike anything you'd fought before. Towering and menacing, it had enormous claws, bulging eyes, and massive horns. Its intent was clear—it was there to kill. But so were you.
Foolish glanced at you, concern evident in his eyes, but the look you shared conveyed everything. On the battlefield, you were allies, despite your differences. Your training together at camp had prepared you for moments like this.
The two of you split off, analyzing the beast like predators stalking prey. Without a word, you moved in opposite directions, gripping your weapons tightly.
Meanwhile, Bagi and Roier stumbled upon the scene, shocked by the battle unfolding. Without hesitation, they unsheathed their weapons and rushed to join you.
Together, you fought fiercely, and it didn't take long for the Minotaur to fall lifeless to the ground.
As the dust settled, everyone tried to catch their breath. But Foolish suddenly groaned loudly, drawing all attention to him.
You turned to him, your heart sinking when you noticed the red stain spreading across his shirt near his abdomen.
"Foolish?" you called out, your voice laced with worry. He looked at you and gave a faint smile, as if to reassure you he was fine. But his knees buckled, and he collapsed, making the severity of his injury unmistakable.
O k Meri, I will ask one simple request from you. I've always had a crush on Punz and Foolish so I need them fucking the reader on the beach because (ifykyk) I wish it were me fr...
and i'm married,
...don't tell me wifey
punz and foolish x reader is honestly one of my favorite tropes... sorry this took me so long 😭 ! but anyways here it is!
beach day ~ punz x foolish x afab!reader
nsfw below the cut
cw: sex in a public area , quickie, choking, hair pulling, pet names, threesome, roomates x reader, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (fem and Punz receiving), use of real names (noah for foolish, luke for Punz)
You let out a sigh as you lay back on your towel. It's a mid-July day, and it's 10 a.m., as you all wanted to get out of the house as early as possible. You look up from behind your sunglasses for the hundredth time in the past hour.
You and your two roommates, Luke and Noah, decided to go to the beach, as it was a nice day outside. Currently, they were playing volleyball on the sand in front of you while you were tanning.
But that was the problem. You've always had a bit of a crush on both of them, practically since you met them. But once you all decided to move in together, the problem got worse. They would routinely leave their shirts off around you, wearing only sweats or shorts. You would get flustered every time one of them walked into a room without an article of clothing on. Most times you complained about it, however, they would make a snide or teasing remark about how you "can't handle their bodies". And the most annoying part about it was that they were right.
You can't help but stare as the men in front of you skillfully hit the ball back and forth, watching their toned torsos flex with every raise of an arm.
You groan to yourself in frustration, rubbing your thighs together subconsciously. This was the beach, how could you complain to them about not wearing a shirt? You yourself were wearing a black thong-styled bikini that barely covered anything (and although you may not admit it, you put it on to impress them).
It was all useless though, you thought. They were your best friends. There's no way either of them would ever be romantically interested in you, no matter how many jokes they may make.
After a few more minutes of watching them play, you got restless and decided to join them.
You throw off your sunglasses as you stand up from your towel, grinning and running over to them.
"Hey guys! You should let me play!" you say excitedly as you approach them, trying to control your eyes from drifting over their torsos.
"Okay, then. Me and you against Luke!" Noah says with a grin
"Fine, then. I'll beat your asses." Luke replied with a smirk.
He sets the ball and you all start a game.
Around thirty minutes later and you and Noah had won the game by three points.
"It was unfair! C'mon, two against one!" Luke complains as he plops down on his beach towel.
You and Noah just laugh at him as he pouts, staring up at you.
"Hey, I think I forgot the cooler in the Jeep, can you two come help me?" You ask as you realize the missing item.
They both immediately jump up from their seats to help, and you inwardly blush at how eager they are to assist you.
You approach your brand-new Jeep Grand Cherokee 4xe, which had three rows of seats total, to accommodate everyone's needs. The row of seats in the back were pushed down to make more space for storage, with the cooler settled on top. You open the back to grab the cooler, but before you get the chance, Luke is stepping behind you to grab it himself. You shiver as his chest presses up against your shoulder blades. Noah reaches over to help Luke lift the cooler, and you are suddenly very aware of you lack of clothing.
They set down the cooler on the sand next to the Jeep, but Luke made no effort to move from behind you, and Noah seemed to move even closer towards the two of you.
Confused, you twirl around only to come face to face with Luke, his lips only inches from yours. At this point, his hands are on either side of your hips, caging you in so you're forced to look up at him.
He leans his head near you ear and whispers,
"I felt you shiver, darling. Do I affect you that much?"
You let out a small gasp and rub your thighs together, which he notices. He lets out a chuckle. Luke leans down and begins to kiss and suck at your neck, and you let out a needy moan.
Noah leans over and grabs your chin in his hand, tilting your head up.
"We saw you staring at us earlier, baby. How long have you been feeling like this, hmm?" He says while looking into your eyes.
You let out a whimper, and he tightens his grip on your face.
"Use your words."
"Mon- ahh- months." You moan as Luke sucks on your sweet spot.
Noah just smiles and whispers in your ear.
"How about you let us take care of you, baby?"
You frantically nod, and Luke stands straight to admires his work, which is now showing as dark bruises on your neck and collarbone.
Your pupils are blown out, you look so pretty for them, staring up at the two of them in only your bathing suit.
"Fuck," Noah groans as he leans down and his lips collide with yours. You moan into the kiss and his hand moves from your jaw to your throat, choking you gently but firmly as a whine escapes you.
Luke taps Noah on the shoulder and he pulls away. They share a knowing look and Luke steps ahead to grab you by the waist.
"Wait, what are you-" you begin to say, but it's too late. He lifts you up into the back of the car and lays you down on the spacious area created by the seats that are put down.
You can't help but notice how surprisingly large the area is, but that thought is quickly taken over by the two men climbing in behind you and shutting the back gate to the Jeep.
They proceed to lay on either side of you, and you didn't know which way to face. But you felt Luke's arms place firmly on your waist, guiding you to lay on your back.
You complied, and Luke slowly crawled in between your legs, spreading them apart.
"Are you sure you're okay with this, sweetheart?" He asks, lust in his eyes.
You nod and whimper out a small 'please'. Noah chuckles at this, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours again. After a few seconds, he pulls away, and he can feel that you're more relaxed. He moves to sit behind you so your head is resting on his chest.
"Let Luke take care of you, okay?" He says to you.
"Please, Luke. Need it s'bad." You beg, staring down at him between your legs.
He smiles up at you slowly takes off the bottom half of your bikini, leaving you exposed to him. You shudder as he blows on your pussy, leaning your head back so that you're facing Foolish.
You can barely comprehend the position you're in at the moment. The two men you've slowly fallen for over the last year or so you've known each other, all over your body.
An unholy moan leaves your mouth as Punz licks a line from your leaking hole to your clit, finally giving you what you've been craving.
"Fuck. L-Luke, please." You mewl out his name as the other man leaves bite marks all over your jaw and neck.
Luke attacks your pussy with his mouth like he hasn't eaten for years. Foolish, meanwhile, has your nipples in between his fingers, pinching, squeezing, and rolling them until you're a mess for the two of them.
The man in between your legs slides two fingers into your needy hole, stretching you out on them. You buck your hips , but foolish wraps his arms around you, holding you down.
"Sh-shit.. feels so good..." You moan out as he continues to pump in and out of your cunt.
You slowly begin to inch closer to the edge, the heat in your core becoming more evident.
"Such a good girl for us, hmm, doll?" Noah says, and you whine, clenching around Luke's fingers. He slips them out of you, and you begin to protest at the loss of contact, but you fall silent as soon as you see him share a look with the brunette man.
"Is it okay if Noah takes you first, baby?
You nod your head once again, already too fucked out to think of words.
They reposition themselves (which proves to be kind of difficult, considering you are in the SUV still). This time, Luke sits behind you.
"On all fours. Now." Punz says to you.
You comply, and soon you're face to face with his crotch, your ass up for Foolish.
Luke taps your cheek, a sign for you to open your mouth. As you obey him, he slips his cock out of his swim shorts.
"Fuck, baby." Noah groans as he slides his member in between your folds, teasing you.
You moan out, but Luke grips your hair, reminding you to pay attention to him.
Wrapping a hand around him, you slowly pump his length, precum dripping from the tip.
You open your mouth and let him guide you, taking him in until it hits the back of your throat, making you tear up.
"Shit, babe, just like that." Punz moans as he roughly fucks into your throat. At the same time, Foolish finally slips into you, inching himself in.
You moan and grip at Luke's thighs as Noah bottoms out and begins to pump into you. Getting fucked by both men, your brain was barely functioning.
"Such a good girl for us, huh? Such a slut." Noah groans out, and you clench around him at his words.
Luke thrusts into your throat, making you gag, and tears spill down your face.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come." He says as he grips your hair even harder.
Your eyes roll back as he spills his load down your throat, swallowing it all. As he removes himself, he keeps a grip on your hair, forcing you to look up at him.
"I'm almost there, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum with me, okay?" Noah says as he reaches down to rub circles on your clit.
His words push you over the edge, crying out as he fills you with his seed. Noah continues pounding into you until your highs are over.
As he pulls out of you, you collapse into Luke's arms. The blonde reaches down to kiss you as Noah pushes his cum back into your soaking cunt.
"Fuck," you breathe out. "We should come to the beach more often."
They help you put your swimsuit back on, and you all head to the showers to get cleaned off.
The cooler was forgotten.
okay this actually sucks but i needed to get this fic done 😭😭 THANKS FOR WAITING, MY LOVE