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Two Pros and A Con of Dating Sapnap

I like writing these I think they're cute :)

Romantic CC!Sapnap x reader, ~450 words, talk of eating and drinking

“Scooch,” you grumbled, barely audible through the quilt you’d wrapped around yourself to leave the couch.

Your boyfriend eagerly pushed his chair away from his desk, helping you navigate onto his lap while he harassed Dream via Discord. “Sugar’s in here swaddled like a baby trying not to freeze, and you think this is an okay temperature… You’re fucking insane,” he scoffed, lifting the bottom of his hoodie for you. You muttered a thanks, dropping your blanket to join him in the soft material, burrowing your way up until you popped out the neckline, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Oh my god, you’re cold,” he chuckled as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your nose in his neck, feeling the Texas sunshine soaking through his skin.

“You’re warm,” you muttered against his throat, purring as he pulled the quilt up to cover you both before scooching back up to his desk.

“Don’t even, Dream, you know you’re just jealous… You did not turn the temperature down to make Sugar come cuddle, you liar, that’s bull, and you know it-”

Pro: he’s a living heater

“What’cha got,” Sapnap hummed as you climbed into the middle seat of his pickup.

“Do you even have to ask,” you laughed, holding up your favorite candy and soda pairing. You couldn’t believe you found them at this little, rundown gas station. “What about you?”

“Cherry coke and licorice,” he announced proudly, holding them out so you could put them in the passenger seat.

“God, you’re such a basic bitch,” you teased as he put the truck in drive, laughing as his hand came down on your thigh.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re one to talk. Just for that, give me a sip of yours first, and I’m gonna backwash the shit out of it.”

“You’re disgusting,”

“You love me,”

Pro: he takes you on gas station dates practically every other night.

It felt like you’d been standing there holding each other forever. You were grateful that Dream offered to circle the airport to give you two your time to say goodbye.

“You know you don’t have to go,” he muttered against your hair, earning a short, choked laugh from you.

“You know I do.”

He sighed. “I know.” He squeezed you tighter before letting go, holding you at arm's length with his hands on your cheeks, wiping away the budding tears. “Text me when you land,” he pleaded, “and call before bed.”

“I will,” you promised, leaning your cheek against his palm.

“You know I miss you like crazy every time you leave,”

You nodded, pulling him back in to hide your face in his neck, taking deep breaths of his cologne as you resisted the urge to tear up your boarding pass. “I know,”

Con: he lives in Florida

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Shower Time

Idk I just think Karl would be the kinda boyfriend to follow you into the bathroom when you need a shower because he wants to hang out with you

Romantic CC!Karl Jacobs x gn!reader, ~600 words, implied nudity

“What’s this little white bottle with the purple top?”

You peeked around the shower curtain to watch your boyfriend rummaging through your products on the counter. “Face moisturizer,” you told him, ducking back in to finish washing your hair.

“What makes it different from regular lotion?”

You faltered at that. “... I think it’s more, like, sensitive-skin friendly? It’s lighter, too, so it soaks into your skin quicker.”

Karl hummed, studying the bottle. He took a quick glance to make sure the shower curtain was closed before squirting a small amount on his finger. He experimentally smeared it between two fingers before spreading it across his cheeks, oohing at the feeling.

“You better not be wasting all my moisturizer,”

“I’m not,” he instantly defended, putting the bottle back and rubbing it into his skin in case you decided to check. “‘Cuz this is thriller,” he hummed along to your phone as he snooped through the rest of your little containers, picking up a few to read the labels. “You’re running low on toothpaste,” he called out. “We should go to the store tomorrow.”

“Sounds good,” you hummed as you smacked your body wash bottle against your palm, huffing as the bottle farted. “Can you get me a fresh bottle from under the sink,” you asked, sticking your hand out of the shower for him to take the empty bottle.

He found a new bottle, taking the plastic off your you and popping the top to give it a sniff. “Ooh, this one smells good,” he sang, trading with you. “I’m gonna be smelling you like crazy.”

“As if you need another reason to cling to me,” you teased.

“Nyeeh,” he mocked, grabbing a towel from the cupboard. “I’ll be right back, think about your actions.”

“Sure,” you hummed, waving a hand even though he couldn’t see you. You gave a hum of mock thought as you washed, just in case he was still in the room listening. “Can’t believe I made fun of my poor boyfriend,” you mused. “He’s never made fun of me, especially not in front of thousands of people on the internet. No, he’s a perfect angel, he’s never do something like that.”

You got tired of making fun of your boyfriend to an empty bathroom, humming along to your music as you finished up your shower. “I’m back,” Karl sang, a gulp punctuating his words.

“Did you leave me for a monster?”

“The monster was incidental,” he excused weakly, throwing back another sip.

“Well, can you pass me a towel?” He giggled excitedly, making you nervous until he pressed a warm, fluffy towel into your outstretched hand. “Awe,” you giggled, pulling it into the shower to dry off, “you put my towel in the dryer?”

“Maybe,” he sang with another happy giggle, hoisting himself to sit on the sink counter. “Maybe I just got it on the way to get my monster.”

“I’m sure,” you hummed as you wrapped up, pulling the curtain aside. You laughed as Karl yelped scared, slapping a hand over his eyes. “I’m covered, goof,” you told him, leaning against the counter to press a soft peck to his lips. “You wanna help me pick out an outfit?”

“Yes,” he eagerly chirped, hopping off the counter and pressing a kiss to your nose before leading the way to the bedroom. “Ooh, we should match for the stream today! I’m thinking purple- ooh, and we could do each other’s nails! You can pick out some colors, and we can have chat decide which ones we pick…”

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Cuddle Pile

Based off a request on my main

Romantic CC!Dream x CC!Karl x CC!Sapnap x CC!George x he/they!reader, ~675 words, poly relationship, implied nudity/underwear, borderline crack fic

"Make room,"

You all let out a symphony of groans as Dream wrestled out of his jeans and climbed into the already crowded bed. He quickly gave up finding a free spot and simpy flopped on top of you, burying his face in your soft stomach and slinging his arms over Karl and Sapnap respectively. George responded by grabbing Florida Man's hand and stretching it to reach his thigh, giving a satisfied pat once he was arranged.

"Finally finish editing," Sapnap asked, muffled as he tried to suffocate in your hair. You didn't know why three of your four boyfriends were trying to suffocate themselves with you, but that probably wasn't a good sign. You had no idea what George was doing, there was a wall of Grade-A Texan beef between you that you didn't feel like telling to move.

"Nope, just fucking sick of it," Dream tossed back. "Ugh, hang on..." He dipped his head, securing the bottom of your shirt in his teeth and yanking it up until he could fit his head underneath, nuzzling his cheek against the warm skin. "I am home."

"You are a freak," you muttered, twitching your knee to nudge it into his ribs.

"Wow, babe. And all this time I thought we were best bros."

Karl chuckled against your neck- oh, good, he was still alive. "I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to call them babe and bro in the same breath."

"I'm totally in love with you, no homo."

"Fuck that," George slurred- that bastard really fell asleep. You had six feet of Florida crushing your legs and this man has the audacity to sleep. "I love you with a lot of homo."

"Damn, dude," you hummed, down to about half a brain cell, "that's kinda gay."

Sapnap broke into wheezing laughter, prying his face out of your hair. "I feel like I'm listening to ‘Inception’, what the fuck are you guys talking about?"

"We're talking about how it's almost seven and we haven't slept yet," Karl huffed, trying to tug you into a better cuddling position.

"Here," Dream groaned, pushing himself up and onto the floor. You took the chance to roll onto your side, letting Karl spoon you and tucking your nose into Sapnap's pec-cleavage.

Dream closed the blackout curtains and turned back around. "No it's not, now go the fuck to sleep- hey, what happened to my pillow?"

"He wants to feel his legs," you huffed.

Karl helped scooch you closer to Sapnap and pressed himself like a second layer of skin against you, smacking the mattress behind him. "Come on, big guy, get in here before George starts whining."

"I do not-"

"Yes you do," Sap grumbled around a yawn, wrapping a thick arm around your waist to keep you close- as if you had anywhere to go. "You're a big baby if you can't get comfy at bedtime."

Dream chuckled, stretching an arm across the sea of entertwined bodies that were gradually becoming more and more indescernable to brush his fingers against George's arm. "I'll keep you company in the spare room if it's too cramped for you," he offered, smiling when the brit simply grumbled about being plenty comfy and burrowed into Sapnap's back as you all settled in.

"... You're so handsome-"

"Fucking go to sleep, Sapnap!"

"Sugar looks good all sleepy in my arms, I won't apologize for that!"

"GO TO SLEEP!"

"Aww..."

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Two Pros and A Con About Dating Dream

I have no explanation for this, I thought the idea was cute and might turn it into a series thing with the others. Also may have made myself sick writing this in the car so it would be ready when we got home...

Romantic CC!Dream x gn! reader, ~475 words, mention of food, reader likes chicken alfredo and garlic bread

“Look at you, working hard.”

You hummed happily as your boyfriend’s hands came down on your shoulders, thumbs working small circles at the base of your neck. “I’m ahead on my coursework,” you admitted. “A few more assignments and I can take next week off and just relax.”

“That’s great,” he marvelled, bending down to kiss your temple. “Do you think,” he mumbled against you as he trailed kisses down the side of your face, “you could take a break for dinner?” He smiled against your cheek as your fingers on the keyboard faltered. “I made alfredo, with chicken, and lots of garlic bread…”

“God, you convinced me now stop before I drool all over my laptop,” you joked, saving your work and closing the screen just in time for Dream to sweep you into his arms with a laugh.

Pro: his cooking.

“Babe, did you order something?” You chuckled to yourself as you heard him leap off the couch, eager footsteps giving you fair warning before he came sliding into the kitchen on his fuzzy socks.

“Yes, I did,” he sang, tearing into the box as you poured yourself a glass of water. You heard him stop his rummaging. “Oh, this is the one I ordered for you!”

You gave a questioning hum as you swallowed. “Me?”

“You,” he chuckled, pushing the box towards you. You took a peek inside, almost choking on your water. “I might’ve noticed you putting stuff on your Amazon list… and I might’ve bought it all… Happy early birthday, baby!”

Pro: he’s a billionaire.

“Have fun,” Dream muttered as you pulled away from his lips. “You got my card, cash, and your phone, right? Sunscreen?”

“Yes to each,” you promised, letting him gently push you to sit so he could put your shoes on for you.

“I’m so sorry about this, baby,” he mumbled. He felt like a grade-A dickhead, sending you and your parents to Disney without him. He could already hear your father telling you it was a sign of poor character, and your mother telling you about the nice young man she met who would be perfect for you, since obviously you didn’t have a suitable boyfriend.

“I understand,” you promised, touching your lips to his nose. “Just be ready to get an earful tonight about everything they said to annoy me,” you teased, making him laugh.

“I can’t wait,” he said earnestly, giving you one last kiss as you fished your keys out of your coat pocket. “Bye,” he muttered, waving from the doorway as you walked to the car. “Drive safe.”

You blew him a kiss to try to ignore the fact that he looked like a big puppy standing in the doorway, heartbroken that you were leaving and already waiting for your return.

Con: he’s faceless.

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Sap's Secret

CC!Sapnap x gn!reader, age regressor!reader, ~325 words, caregiver!sapnap, age regression

"I have a secret to tell you."

You leaned closer, putting your ear right up to his mouth, eyes wide as you awaited what he would say that warranted this level of seriousness.

"You're shmol." Sap immediately attacked your cheek with raspberries, grinning against the skin as you exploded in giggles and flailed in the cradle of his crossed legs. "Is baby shmol? Do I have the littlest baby? Oh, I dooo?"

"Noooo," you squealed, hands weakly pushing on his chest. He let you push him away so you could catch your breath, puffing out your chest and crossing your arms. "I'm big!"

"Oh, you're a big baby, my mistake," he hummed with a smile, feigning confusion. "But if you're so big, how do you fit in my lap?" Your face started to burn as you stubbornly burrowed your face into his shirt so you didn't have to answer. "If you're so big, why do you have the cutest little squishy cheeks, hm?" You let out a whine as he pulled you out of his chest by the cheek, pinching it gently. "Why do I tuck you in every night?" A weak huff and a pout. "And," he mused, taking off his cap to set it on your head, watching the brim fall right down to your nose, "why is my cap so big on you?"

You simply squirmed, clutching at the hat like he'd threatened to take it away, turning it backwards so you could burrow back into his chest. "Could it be," he gasped, leaning down to speak against the crown of your head, "you're just a cute little baby? My sweet little thing? Hmm?"

You nodded against him. "... 'm yer lil' baby," you muttered against the soft fabric, whimpering softly as his arms wrapped around you to hold you tight.

"I knew it, you're just a little one! My precious little baby, oh so cute, mwah mwah mwah! Cutest little baby I've ever seen, yes you are!"

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Cleaning

... I like Monty.

Montgomery Gator x gn!reader, ~400 words, implied reciprocated romantic feelings

"You need to be cleaned,"

"Mhm,"

"You can't clean yourself,"

"Right,"

"A staff member has to clean you,"

"Makes sense,"

You glared at the gator's smug smirk, bringing your scrub brush down solidly on his head. "So stop scaring them all, asshole!"

Monty growled, but his tail was gently swaying behind him on the tile, betraying him. "Not my fault they're scaredy cats," he huffed, purring deep from his chest as you scrubbed the yellow underside of his jaw.

"Oh, I'm sorry not everyone is used to a ten foot crocodile thinking it's funny to snap at people," you sarcastically huffed.

"Alligator," he growled out indignantly. "Hey, make sure you get my tail! That wimp you sent in last week ran out before getting to it."

"I'll get there," you muttered, straddling his lap to rest your legs as you scrubbed his chest and stomach. The two of you stayed silent for a bit, until you were sitting sideways on his lap to scrub his arm and he gently rested his head on yours.

"... I like when you clean me," he mumbled, like it was the worst thing in the world to admit it. "... You let me stay awake... The others try to power me down."

You faltered at that, watching the bubbles pop in the soapy water. "... I don't mind it," you admitted, giving a light hearted shove against his chest. "But if you like it so much, stop trying to bite me."

"But you're so sweet and bite sized," he teased with a chuckle that turned into a purr as you fell back into a comfortable silence.

"... I like when I clean you, too," you admitted quietly, using your fingers dipped in the soap to scrub at the spaces between his. "... Lot more enjoyable than cleaning the daycare with Sun over my shoulder." He let out a huff of laughter at that.

His hand was clean, it was time to move on, but you found yourself petting over the life-like skin, leaning deeper against Monty's chest. He pretended not to feel your warmth seeping into him, told himself his head was getting heavy and that's why he let more of the weight down against you, not because he liked the way your head fit tucked into his neck or how he could smell your shampoo.

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Hi! Puppy anon here! Can I possibly get a Ranboo w/ platonic nb reader who stims, please? Like, they flap their hands, echo noises, rock, etc? And maybe similar to how George is patient with Dream's stims, Ranboo and reader can be doing a face stream and reader just starts stimming, and then wants a hug from Ranboo? Idk, little brain dump from me. Thank you!!

super cute idea homes

Platonic!Ranboo x gn!reader, ~225 words, stimming, hugging, no pronouns used

You were positively vibing. 

“I think we should romance the hipster vampire guy,” Ranboo mused as if you weren’t trying to shake your fingers out of their sockets. “At least this time around.”

You hummed in agreement. “The hipst- hipster! Hipster!” You turned and coughed into your elbow, trying to clear the word from your throat. “Yeah, I like the- him, I like him.”

“Don’t worry, chat, we’ll get around to everyone. We’ll be here all night if we have to.”

“All night, all night,” 

“Got that right.”

You giggled to yourself, feeling an absurd amount of glee fill your chest at having someone not only positively acknowledge your stimming, but respond. You found your hands tugging on your friend’s sleeve to get his attention.

“Sup?”

“Sup!” You’d meant to ask for a hug, but your throat was clogged. It felt like the connection between your brain and tongue was broken, tongue connected to your ears instead. You crossed your arms like an ‘X’ over your chest, watching Ranboo’s eyes light up.

“Aww,” he cooed, hauling you into his chest. The steady, firm pressure surrounding you felt like a brand-new kind of stimming. If shaking your hands released little sprinkles of energy, you just exploded like a nuke. “My favorite tiny needs affection.”

Feelings over, the giant dies tonight.

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Cuddlebug

I had a bit of trouble putting together enough plot to get a decent wordcount but I think it came out cute, if a bit rambly :)

About two hours ago you all showed up to the Mr. Beast warehouse to get ready for another stream, this one on the Mr. Beast Gaming channel. Sapnap had sat down on his mark on the couch and lightly tugged you to join him, fingertips curled to catch yours- somehow it was less intimate than grabbing your whole hand. Not that it made much sense to be embarrassed to be caught holding hands with his girlfriend when he was pulling you to sit between his legs so he could wrap his arms around your waist and hold you snug. You wouldn’t dare tell him but you found it sweet- the way he would fidget and squirm unless he was holding you. Sometimes he could be satisfied with a hand on your thigh or your hand in his but he’d still be anxious, playing with your fingers or picking at the seam of your jeans. When he had you on his lap or between his legs in front of him all he needed was to give you a little squeeze and his anxious energy went back down.

Then after fifteen minutes of trying to get the equipment sorted out Karl trudged over. “Make room,” he warned as he draped himself across the length of the couch, leaning back against Sapnap’s side. Another half hour and Chris silently flopped on top of Karl, reaching an arm over to give you and Sapnap a friendly pat . Honestly you were shocked your cuddle pile hadn’t grown but you figured there wasn’t much space left on the couch.

“Are we ready to stream yet,” Sapnap mumbled against your neck, purring as your hand reached back to play with the small amount of hair you could get at with his hat in the way.

“Who knows,” Chris mumbled back, letting out a displeased noise as Karl wiggled around to get his phone out of his pocket but was quickly soothed when you reached over to share the head scratches.

You all settled back into your quiet contentment for a few moments before Karl spoke up, still with a sleepy drawl to his voice. “What’s up, guys, we’re hanging out in the Mr. Beast Gaming space. We were supposed to stream like an hour ago but Jimmy’s dumb-”

“Are you doing an Instagram live?”

“Shut up!” You cackled at his halfhearted anger, Sapnap giggling into your neck as well. “Sapnap, your girlfriend is judging me and I don’t appreciate it.”

Sapnap hummed, moving one arm from your waist to give you a soft pat on the head with his big hand. “Good job, darlin’,”

“Rude,” Karl huffed, distracted by looking through his chat for something to talk about. “‘Who’s there with you?’ So on me,” he hummed, stretching out his arm to get Chris in frame. “We got Chris, and then I’m leaning against Sapnap but I can’t show him because he’s snuggling his girlfriend.”

“Can’t believe you brought your girlfriend to the boys’ cuddle night,” Chris drawled.

“Don’t freaking act like you weren’t getting head scratches two seconds ago,” Sapnap declared smugly as you all laughed, Chris’ protests lost under the laughter. “Don’t think just because it happened off camera you’re safe, I will rat you out, bi- mm can’t say that on Karl’s account.”

“I appreciate your attempts at keeping it PG,” Karl hummed. “Almost as much as I appreciate your girlfriend, hey hun, how ya doin’ back there?”

“I’m accepting that as long as I’m dating Sapnap I’m dating all of you,” you admitted with a chuckle as the two you could see flashed you cheeky grins and your boyfriend gave you a squeeze.

“And we love you,” Chris assured you. “I don’t know if it makes you feel better but Katie will tell you: it doesn’t change when you get married.”

“Oh god,” you laughed, “am I going to need to buy a bigger bed to fit all ‘da boyz’?”

“Oh yeah,” Sapnap giggled. “We need one for when we’re here so Karl and Chris can come cuddle, then one in Florida for Dream and George-”

“How about you can sleep with your boys and I’ll go hang out with Chris’ wife and we’ll make an emotional support group.”

“Why is Karl laughing so hard?” You all giggled at Jimmy, motioning to the phone that was still streaming. “Ah. Well we got everything set up so get ready to stream!”

“Finally,” Karl managed out around his giggles. “Everyone go to Mr. Beast Gaming there’s a stream starting now, go, go, go!”