#quackity x reader

Synopsis: In which Quackity allows his girlfriend to do his makeup on stream

TW: Q is so down bad for Y/N and...it was intentional but I think I made him a little too down bad, also use of Quacks real name

A/N: If anyone knows if Quackity is uncomfortable with this content, please let me know!!

Masterlist

Quackity had been quiet about today's stream, simply posting that it was a highly requested stream for a while now, and something about a special guest.

Immediately, everyone assumed it would a hair reveal, something he had teased about doing for years now. So, when the stream rolled around, it was chaotic as usual with his chat demanding for a hair reveal, asking if he was bald, and everything in between.

Quackity, seated in his office chair, faced his camera with a beanie glued to his head like usual, and a bright, chaotic smile on his face. He greeted the chat enthusiastically, laughing and making jokes as everyone flooded in.

He read through his chat, interacting with everyone and saw how everyone was asking for a hair reveal.

"Guys, I'm not fucking—. I'm not fucking bald." Quackity denied, reading over the chat. "But listen, today's a special stream. A good one. While it might not a hair reveal—okay! Fuck you guys!" He screamed, his demeanor immediately shifting as his chat called him ‘a scam’ and ‘a pussy.’

He continued to argue with his chat for a while until his eyes got drawn away from his computer screen, watching the 'special guest' enter the room with a large makeup bag in hand.

"Okay, chat." Quackity began, calming himself down. "As I was trying to say before, this isn't a hair reveal stream, but instead something else that's been highly requested. I didn't really want to do this, but hey, why not? You guys won't stop asking about it."

Curiously, chat began to type in their guesses until a figure stepped into frame and placed herself in the seat beside him. Then, the chat exploded again.

"Chat, today we have Y/N!" Quackity cheered, "she's a—." He paused and glanced at her, "you want to introduce yourself or should I?"

"I've got it." Y/N smiled, makeup bag in lap as she looked at the computer screen and camera with a wave of her hand. "Hi everyone. My name's Y/N, I'm a friend of Quackity’s." She said as she held up her bag, "I play around with makeup."

Chat exploded with warm greetings, and compliments about her appearance. For once, chat was being...relatively nice.

"Someone said I'm cooked," Quackity pointed out as he looked at Y/N. "Are you that bad at makeup?"

"I don't think so." She admitted. "I've been doing it for years."

Quackity smiled, something between boyish and lovestruck before reaching for his phone and showing it to his stream. "She sent me some of her work like this was a fucking job interview."

"I figured I needed reference work," Y/N shrugged.

He couldn't help but swipe, showing off some of Y/N's past makeup looks before putting his phone away and continuing. "Alright, so ground rules...don't do anything drastic. I don't want to look like a clown."

"You already are one," Y/N countered, setting her makeup bag onto his desk and already beginning to unzip it.

"Hello?!" Quackity exclaimed, "the stream just started and you're already attacking me?!"

"I was more so pointing out the obvious." Y/N remarked as she grabbed some primer from her bag and turned to face him more. "Ready?"

"I guess so."

"Good. Now, look at me."

Almost like he was ashamed, he turned to face Y/N. She squirted some primer on her fingers before applying it to his face. It was quick and easy, and in between the time Y/N grabbed her foundation and concealer, Quackity went back to talking with his chat.

Suddenly, Y/N began to apply the foundation and concealer as he continued to talk. Every once in a while, Y/N would butt in with some words, but only when the chat asked her something or when she was conversing with Quackity directly.

"What is that?"

"Powder.”

"Isn't it supposed to be...you know..?"

Y/N blinked at him. "I'll blow this in your face." She deadpanned, "and I've gotten in my eye before. Doesn’t feel good."

"This is a hostile work environment." Quackity commented, "I invited you to my stream and this is how you treat me?"

Then, Y/N blew some powder into his face.

Quackity retreated back, blinking before rubbing his eyes to try and get the makeup powder out of them. "Chat! Did you see that?! She just fucking assaulted me!"

"Hey, I warned you." Y/N nonchalantly replied as she screwed the lid back onto the powder and reached into her bag for a eyeshadow pallet.

"Yeah! But I didn't think you were serious!"

"You should have known better."

For a moment, he didn't say anything, but chat did. They talked about Y/N and how much they adored her, all while simultaneously degrading Quackity as usual.

"Does brown work, or do want something colorful?" Y/N asked, showing him her eyeshadow pallet.

"You think I'm going to cooperate after what you just did? Chat, stop being on her side!" Quackity screamed.

"Brown it is then." She said, circling the brown color with her makeup brush before leaning in toward Quackity. But he didn't comply, in fact, he only made the situation worse by turning away from her and focusing completely on his chat.

"Can you look at me?"

"Chat is more important."

"You asked me to be here."

"You kinda invited yourself."

"Alexis." Y/N firmly said, "look at me."

For a second, he tensed, blinked and looked at her. "Why would you use my government name?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Chat found it funny, but he certainly did not.

Then, Y/N reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. And for a moment, Quackity wasn't the one sitting at the computer on live stream, but Alex.

"I need you to sit still and let me finish your makeup."

His hands curled into the sleeves of his hoodie, fingers fidgeting uselessly as his brain desperately scrambled for something to say. Something chaotic. Something to put distance back between him and her.

Then, he laughed. Almost like he was forcing it just to break the tension. "Ayo. You didn't have to grab me like that."

Y/N tilted his chin up just a bit more, their eyes meeting as she repeated his name just how she did earlier. And, finally, Quackity complied, allowing her to dab some eyeshadow onto his eyes.

Unbeknownst to them, chat was a mixture of comments. Some were bullying Quackity for how easily he folded, others were complimenting Y/N and praising her, then there were those who were actively shipping the two, because unbeknownst to chat...they were already together.

he is lying through his teeth.

because somehow every night ends the same: you, pinned under the weight of him, his face smushed into your neck like he’s trying to suffocate himself with your skin. and if you dare shift, even a little, he makes this pathetic sound—half-groan, half-whine—that has you freezing in guilt.

“don’t move,” he mumbles, voice all muffled. “alex, i can’t breathe.” “shhh. oxygen’s overrated.”

he runs warm, like an actual human furnace, and his hands are always everywhere. hooked around your waist, slipped up the back of your shirt, fingertips pressing into your hip like he needs to remind himself you’re real. sometimes he drags you even closer, muttering little nothings in spanish that you’re too tired to translate but still make your heart ache.

you complain. constantly. you tell him he’s heavy, that his hair’s in your mouth, that he hogs the blanket. but the second he tries to roll away, you’re the one yanking him back in with a quiet, “don’t you dare.”

because truthfully? you love it too. the warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his chest rises and falls against your back like he’s syncing you together.

and maybe the best part is how soft he gets. alex, who’s usually all sharp jokes and fast-talking, melts when he’s curled up with you. you catch it in the way he sighs, the way his lips brush your temple, the way he whispers, “te quiero” like it’s a secret just for you.

eventually, he always falls asleep first—clinging to you like a koala, dead weight, impossible to untangle from. and you’re left smiling in the dark, knowing this boy who pretends to hate cuddling would probably stop breathing if it meant staying wrapped up with you.

breaking the bed with alex;)

you were on your third orgasm, and you were almost sure you might just die if alex kept it up. first, he'd come to you whilst you'd been relaxing on the couch with a book in hand. he crooned in your ear something about missing you, and before you knew it, he had hoisted you over his shoulder in a fireman carry before sauntering off to the bedroom with a grin.

now, he had your ankles by your ears as he fucked his hips into you again and again. alex's hands are all over, cascading up your plush thighs to squeeze your ankles—your anklet with his initials dangling gold against your skin; he groaned from deep in his chest while dragging his dick out till just the tip remained inside you. he pressed forward, a keening moan flying out of you as he dug deep.

"fuckkk, you feel so tight. haven't fucked you in a bit, have i?"

"'s been a few, ah, days!"

"my bad, baby," he moans into your ear. "but i have you now, hmm? feels good, right?"

your whimper is tight and whiny, your toes curling while your hair grows mussed from your ragged shaking into the sheets. alex moves faster, pounds you harder and a heady mix of skin on skin with wet slaps fills your ears.

he was ferocious, hungry. alex was losing himself in your pussy, hips growing uncoordinated as he blatantly chased his high. you didn't mind, body reeling from each thrust against your g-spot as you admired your boyfriend getting closer and closer to his release.

it's like everything stops, alex grunting and groaning as his chin meets his chest and he thrusts hard—a sickening crack echoing in the bedroom before your intertwined bodies are slipping to the left.

you and alex both yelp, grappling onto each other as the bedframe hits the floor. you're left with silence. alex throbs inside you, his hips twitching while you pant out.

"d-did we just break the bed?"

"mm, fuck, yeah," he replies in a low tone, before gently rousing you with a gentle thrust. "c-can i still make us cum though? we can fix it later, right?"

so you guys know how ppl post smutty twitter vids as imagines of characters or people? well, thats what im aiming for here except it’s links to VA audios that sound similar to alex teehee.

note that these are different VA artists, but lmk which ones sound like him to yall i am super curious!!

alex soundgasm!links

enjoy <3

EonAudios:

whiny, begging, subby alex

waking up next to alex

friends to lovers (a bit of spanish)

be daddy’s princess

gone for too long

alex misses you

alex instructing you

sweet aftercare

Others:

rambling edging alex (deleted): i loved his audios)

desperate loud alex

possessive and obsessed

pent up voice message

mommy kink alex

alex encouraging you to touch yourself

riding alex’s face

alex takes you home (warning!!! CNC)

dryhumping with needy!alex<33

alex was a touchy drunk. you’d known this at 16, when the two of you shared your first sip of liquor stolen from his father’s cabinet. you were shielded by the moon and stars then, Luis Miguel crooning in your ears.

now, at 23, you were used to alex’s sudden hugs and wandering hands as he pulled you close to him. he was always comforting, always smelling of fresh linen as he wrapped you up within himself.

“next loser has to drink,” alex urges, your socked feet in his lap. “c’mon, don’t give me that look!”

he squeezes your toes and your drink sloshes in your cup as you laugh. your foot flicks him away, but his hand returns to land on your ankle.

“this is not fair!” you lament, head tipping back against the couch.

“what, wanna play something else?”

“no, i’ll play. fine, never have I ever dryhumped someone,” and you shrug. “never seen the appeal.”

“what?! you’re joking, god, it’s like—you can’t say you don’t see the appeal. it’s like fucking, but it’s all the intimacy, you know?”

“no, i don’t know,” and his hand is on your knee. “you better drink!”

alex pauses, staring at you for a moment before leaning over and grabbing his drink for a sip. he swallows, and his gaze lands intensely on you. there’s a silent pause as his thumb rubs over the swell of your knee, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“what if we tried it?”

“you can’t be serious,” you heartrate quickening as alex moved closer. he was your best friend, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think of him in the dead of night as your fingers worked over your clit over and over again, softly calling out for him as you creamed all over your hand.

“and when i am?” he smirks playfully, and you’re reminded of all the times you came close to this, anyways.

you had always toed the line. this was just one more instance, you told yourself. yes, this would be it, and you definitely were not in love with you best friend.

boyfriend!alex who keeps your face, name, and whole being private from fans, all they know is of your existence.

boyfriend!alex who occasionally posts you on his story, but your face is always conveniently out of sight. a picture of you from behind, sitting on the grass before the sunset, you walking ahead of him on a walk.