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its in the title girl bsf, no words r needed. ill do anything from smut, angst n fluff as long as it doesn't cross my "won't do's"

i upload requests on, not every, random fridays n those r usually short stories so if u wanna, j drop ur shit in the comments n ill have it done in a while :}

my own prompts r spontaneous uploads so i can't rlly promise u a set schedule. i don't do prompts on fridays 4 obv reasons lmao

ps: this is a PROMPT book!! if ur looking for one-shots etc, this is NOT the place u should be looking at!!
when i say prompt it's basically like 5-10 lines minimum and any genre :] oh!! and sometimes i go overboard and write a LOT into one prompt, so ignore those lmao.

anyway here's my epic list of idk stuffz:

what i will do:

- fetishes, weird kinks
- literally anything in the tags
- bdsm
- character death
- both aus and c!
- bottom karl/switch karl/top karl (but i mostly portray him as asexual)
- bottom quackity
- any dom/sub order
- omegaverse
- any one of em can be trans!! <33
- dubcon/con non-con
- yandereverse
- other ppl (plot-wise only)

what i will not do:

- incest kinks, any kinda bodily waste kinks, explicitly shown foot fetishes, watersports
- cheating (unless its inside the trio)
- genderbends (making them women. non-binary, fluid, agender etc is completely fine w me!)
- top/switch quackity
- bottom sapnap/switch sapnap
- quackity/karl/sapnap killing quackity/karl/sapnap
- violence in the non smexy way
- m-preg (breeding kinks are welcomed though!)
- ignoring safe-words
- rape
- ddlg, age play, trauma kinks
- any character having childhood trauma (only c!sapnap is allowed, sorry buckos)
- any kind of requests that's been overused/done already. please just read the pre-existing one

ty for reading all this n for staying!! hope u enjoy this thingamajig as much as i do<33 oh n make sure u drop ur reqs in the cmts baby gorilla

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sighing, he lays his head on the desk and shuts his eyes for a minute. it's summer and everyone in las nevadas is expecting festivities and celebration and so here is quackity: exhausted, running out of ideas, sleep deprived and, most importantly, touch-starved.

even though the distance between kinoko kingdom and las nevadas is only a few miles, the three of them still have important duties to attend to. he barely gets to talk to them, let alone see them.

so now he's stuck miles and miles away from his fiances with only paperwork to keep him company. great. he gathers himself back up soon enough (not before loudly groaning) and picks up his pen, bracing himself for whatever outrageous offer this company is going to offer for a few crates of wine. suddenly there's a loud knock on his door and he only barely manages to not flinch because of--yeah we're not going down that lane today.

"ohoho, is that our business man?" sapnap drawls out in that stupid, goofy voice of his. behind him, karl giggles and shoves him out of the way, "hi, baby. we came to visit." karl beams, followed by a "no shit, sherlock." by sapnap. he pays no mind to the shove his fiance just received in front of him and instead lets out a completely incoherent whine to which both of them turn to look at him, karl with a pity-sympathy-adoration pout, quackity really couldn't tell. "what's wrong, q? too much work?" karl coos as he steps towards the shorter, gently holding quackity's chin when he reaches his desk. quackity hums and lets his head fall into karl's hand. he doesn't know when he does, but somehow sapnap has magically appeared at his side and is now sat on the arm chair, caressing his thigh.

karl leans in to kiss him and it's a bit awkward with a whole ass desk in between the two but they can make it work. (they always do)

sapnap unclasps his suspenders while his mouth is still being held captive by karl's and slides off the black jacket along with it. quackity doesn't really acknowledge the removal of his attire, too lost in the fuzzy feeling of karl. when the older pulls back, quackity chases his lips as karl is left to giggle at his actions, pecking him once more. he's picked up bridal style by, he assumes, sapnap and is carried away to his bedroom (it's beneath the office, and he has another, much higher quality bedroom in the hotel just behind the casino. he thinks it's too far right now.) with light chatter above his head which he doesn't pick up on, only the comforting scent and warmth of sapnap.

he's gently pressed against a familiar bed and even more familiar hands are now unbuttoning his shirt. "q, angel? can you hear me?" he hears karl say. it takes a while for him to conjure up a respond but eventually he settles on a tiny nod. "okay, okay, good! can you tell us your light, baby? you wanna keep doing this?" he nearly whispers now. "mmhn, green" quackity responds, just as quiet. there's lips on his and he knows it's sapnap by the abnormal warmth of them. sapnap licks into his mouth ever so sweetly, a hand coming up to cup quackity's cheek. he sighs into the kiss, slinging his arms around the younger's neck.

quackity pouts when the demon pulls away and sapnap giggles at his expression, lowering himself back down to q's thighs. in a moment, there's karl whispering the sweetest words into his ear, his hands roaming everywhere on quackity's body.

the avian gasps when sapnap's salivated finger finds it's way inside of him. sapnap shoots him a daring grin and one of karl's hands darts down towards his own and holding it. the whispering doesn't let up.

quackity arches his back and groans when a second finger is added, karl squeezing his hand once more. there's a hand roaming through his hair, petting it and then he's kissing karl who swallows up all his moans like they're little dog treats. sapnap adds a third finger and curls as soon as quackity stops tensing around it. quackity lets out a high pitched whine, spreads his legs wider when karl doesn't allow him to move away. he's running out of breath with karl now and pushed him away slightly. thankfully, he takes the hint and backs off only a few seconds after.

"sap, for fuck's sake, just fuck me already." he whines and sapnap's grin returns. "yeah? you want me to fuck you?" he swiftly pulls out his fingers, slotting them in his mouth to taste while he waits for an answer. "fuck, hhng, hot--sap, baby, please. need you," he barely manages to get out. "c'mon now, sapnap. just give him what he wants," karl sympathizes and quackity shoots him a thankful glance. sapnap scoffs and aligns himself, pants being discarded ages ago, "fine, fine, whatever." a hint of amusement showing in his voice.

he pushes in extra slowly, the little shithead. quackity notices and whines, his voice sounding much more wobbly and teary when he repeats his request from earlier. sapnap leans forward to peck his cheek and graciously picks up his pace. it isn't fast and rough like they normally do, it's more just slow and sweet. quackity moans and whines with every thrust in and each one out and sapnap is a panting mess.

he pushed back to every thrust given his way, meeting sap right in the middle. above him, karl and sapnap are busy trying to eat eachother's face off and quackity's barely there, logical brain wonders how he got so lucky.

sapnap hits his sweet spot almost everytime, milking it as much as possible. when the two pull away from eachother, sap leans down to kiss q's neck and karl goes back to marking his chest. his free hand, grabs sapnap's hair, not pulling it or anything but rather using it as an anchor. sapnap pulls away, letting karl take his place and angles his hips a little more precisely and if quackity wasn't already seeing stars, he was seeing the entire galaxy now.

faintly, quackity can feel karl suck hickies onto his neck and kiss up his jaw. the hand is still holding his, even when he harshly squeezes in pleasure. and speaking of pleasure, "sa-sapn-uhn,-nap! fuck, shit--close. g'na c'm, mhnn.." quackity groans. sapnap doesn't need to answer because only a second later, karl's hand is wrapped around his dick and pumping it to a specific pace that he just knows quackity likes. and he does! he nearly screams and there's hot, salty tears dripping down his face but all he cares about right now are the two men above him. he feels himself near the edge, getting more and more high pitched in his moans when he does so.

quackity's back arches off the bed when he comes, the sluttiest moans being drawn out from him in doing so. he's barely conscious afterwards, black spots already dotting his vision but he can feel the way sapnap's grip on his hips lightens and his pace becomes faster, sloppier.

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he wakes up in completely new clothing and a completely new room. there's something heavy on his waist and it snuggles up to hi- it's sapnap. he turns around as quietly as he can and whispers to the drifting off man, "what the fuck am i doing here?". sapnap's left eye cracks open, "y'passed out, angel. took you to kinoko, didn't wanna wake you. looked so peaceful, 'know?" he yawns, holding him closer. "karl's in the bathroom, he'll be here in a sec." he adds a beat later.

"was i summoned?" he hears karl's voice behind him, smile present in his tone. sapnap looks up at him and smiles, soft. it's only soon afterwards when karl's body is right behind his, head slotted on his shoulder. "hi, angel," he kisses quackity's neck.

quackity blinks at him, face blank. after a decade of silence, "hi, g'night, love you."

"tired?"

"i said i love you, karl. sapnap."

"goodnight, sweetheart. i love you too,"

"night you two, love ya."

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technoblade was such an important figure in my life. whenever things would get too messy, i'd simply go back and watch another one of his bedwars/skywars videos. sometimes i'd rewatch livestreams or dsmp lore that i've already caught up on, just for the sake of hearing his voice. when i first got the news of his cancer, i was terrified. i was atheist and yet i still prayed for his wellbeing, cried for it.

as of july first, 2022, technoblade, the blood god, dave as a joke, and finally, alex, has left us. he's in a better place now and getting the rest he deserves. it's heart-warming too know that even in his last moments, he still typed out a message for all of us to cherish. he was a friend to many, family to others and a role-model to millions.

it's hard to believe he's gone, really. i got the news immediately when i woke up and i wished i was dreaming. i wish i was dreaming. i wish to wake up and see that techno posted an update, or some random tweet, even a simple merch drop would do. but he really is gone and now there's this giant gap in my chest and i just can't believe it. he was my comfort and i wouldn't have made it through 2018-2021 without him. thank you techno. thank you for making my life so much better. thank you for giving me an outlet. thank you for making me feel human. thank you for fighting for so long. thank you for being here, tech.

we all love you techno. over ten million people love and miss you right now. you won't be forgotten because technoblade never dies! he'll always be in our hearts. you're fucking amazing technoblade. you're one of, if not THE, greatest creators on the platform. you truly, truly were the 2nd worst thing to happen to those orphans. long live the fucking king.

FUCK CANCER!!

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sapnap gets sick and tired of karl forgetting stuff and he really wants to visit quackity after well, y'know. so he drags karl all the way too las nevadas (w/ very much resistance) and goes looking for quackity. he asks around, nobody seems to know. they end up stopping at a hotel and check themselves in. karl's pissed as hell still because "why would he make me confront my murderer, again ?!" so he goes to the hotel bar.

now, quackity's penthouse is on the 7th floor of the hotel and, just coincidentally, the hotel only has one bar. after everything, the argument, slime, ranboo, dream, quackity goes to the bar to drink away his misery.

so it seems that karl and quackity have met once again. in a bar. in las nevadas.

karl immediately gets angry and considers yelling or storming off, but before he can pick, quackity who is extremely drunk, notices him and goes "karl?" but like, he's drunk as hell so all his sober "i'm mad at you forever, never speak to me again" shit is out the window. all he sees is karl, his missing lover.

so he basically crushes karl into a hug, crying and karl is just like,, " what the fuck?? "

karls basically trained his body to hug people back so he doesn't even have to think about it before his arms are around quackity's waist. quackity is still sobbing into his neck and then he lifts his head, all teary and soft and heart-wrenching and cute and pretty and karl, what the fuck are you thinking? he killed you! and then quackity kisses him and karl's so close to like,, dying on the spot. because not only is he simping over his murder, but then he kisses him back?? even though sapnap, his fiance, is in the same building? just a few meters away?

but he doesn't pull back until quackity does (it wasn't long at all. mans is drunk.) then quackity start talking about how much he missed him and starts calling him shit in some other, alien fuckin language, but karl's barely listening. in the middle of karl's dwelling and the younger's rambling, quackity pauses halfway through a name, eyes widening adorabl- shut the fuck up and in a second he's grabbing karl's hand and taking him outside. karl, still very fucking flabbergasted goes "what are you doing? what the fuck, let go-- " but quackity doesn't bother listening.

karl's asking the same 'wtf r u doing bro' questions and then quackity gasps and runs towards the hotel's restaurant's entrance and hugs a random dude and oh wait nevermind, it's sapnap. sapnap pulls back and goes, "q? where-what- i'm so sorry, are you o--" and yipee, quackity's just kissed his to-be-husband. and he kissed him back. karl's a hypocrite, so he feels a bit jealous. sapnap tries to apologize but quackity just kisses his face and tells him it's alright, sapnap, who remebers his days with q, easily recognizes he's drunk. really drunk.

so he's basically like, "okay ykw nvm ur drunk asf where do u live" and quackity just murmurs "seventh flor jajjaja" so he picks quackity up and heads towards the elevator. karl is returning from his "what the fuck" state and runs behind him, going 'wtf' 'why r u doing that' 'hes bad bro' and sapnap just rolls his eyes. they get to the 7th floor, (quackity only barely manages to get through the fingerprint recognition) and sapnap lays him down on the couch. he asks karl to go get some water and he does so, not without a very, very, pissed off glare. he considers spitting in the water, but he doesn't because he's a good person.

quackity passes out as soon as he's done with the water, waking up every once in a while to drag their hands nearer to him.

all the while, karl's interrogating sapnap and sap just gives him the same lies that he's been saying since the fight. " he's our fiance, karl " " you love him, you really do " " he killed you for a plan that you agreed with, karl, don't be petty " and probably the worst, " you promised him you'd never hurt him, karl, what the fuck?! " yeah, because calling a murderer a murderer is a bad thing.

sapnap sighs heavily when he realizes karl won't listen. so he asks instead, "why did he bring you with him?" and karl tells him everything, minus the kiss. sapnap pauses for a second, his face contorting as he figures out what to say. when he face relaxes, he goes, "why would a murderer hug their victim? you said he was excited to see you, right? he didn't hurt you, right?" and karl almost gives into the whole fiance thing. "i don't know, maybe he wanted to appear friendly so he could backstab me la-" "karl, for fuck's sake, why can't you remember? this is quackity, q, your fiance!" he tries not to yell, but he raises his voice on the last bit. quackity stirs, so he adds on, quietly, "please, karl. please. i don't know what the fuck's going on with you, but please. he didn't hurt you at all, he's grabbing your hand like it's his life support, he reached for you in the elevator, have you ever heard anyone say your name the way i do, other than him?" he's pleading now.

karl goes through some inner conflict before he actually starts to entertain the idea of quackity being his finace. he looks a quackity's resting face and goes, "what was the plan? the one that i died in?" and sapnap explains everything. el rapids, eret, how he respawned in their bed, everything. then he retells their engagement, their promises, their own little jokes, special nicknames they kept for eachother. karl repeats each one assigned to quackity and his tongue rolls every syllable with familiarity, with ease.

distantly he remembers golden wings, a familiar grin set on a blurry face, dented but not ruined by a scar. he remembers picking up that face with his hands so very gently and pecking everywhere he could reach. murmuring distant words, someone snickering, understandably cold, slim, scarred hands clasping over his own. there's about 4 that he can remember, each one murky and blurry but clear enough to recognize who it is.

quackity is his fiance, really. he banished his own fiance, called him his murderer, hated him , called him the very names that had the other waking up, crying in the middle of the night. he begs his mind for more, but none come.

unknowingly, karl starts to cry. sapnap reaches out with his free arm and pulls him in, whispering soft reassurances. and if karl can't remember his memories, he'll have them told to him. he asks sapnap why quackity would jolt awake at night, he asked sapnap how quackity was, how he felt, what his favorite things were, if he could fly, how he got the scar, if they met him before the scar, did they treat it?, why he left .

afterwards, when sapnap falls silent, karl shifts so that he's now laying down, facing quackity. he moves the blanket across the two of them and beckons sapnap over with his free hand, he hasn't let go of quackity's yet.

sapnap settles behind quackity, resting his head on the other's shoulder. quackity lowly whines in his sleep and curls back into sapnap, his head ending up on top of karl's collarbones. they wish each other quiet 'goodnight's and sapnap falls asleep. karl stays awake, watching the two of them until his eyelids get too heavy with tiredness to keep up. he kisses quackity's hair (not before pulling his beanie off, god, why didn't they do that first?) and cranes his neck to peck sapnap's nose.

they'll talk in the morning.

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quackity spends his last remaining life in kinoko. karl's memory acts up every now and then, enough to indicate that his memory isn't correct always. quackity doesn't want himself getting touched in the slightest, he feels disgusting about himself. sapnap's the one who's trying to reach out to him, karl's simply observes. eventually he warms up to the other two,
a LOT of crying and then they have a small, underground, secret wedding in their basement. george is the priest. all 4 of them relocate themselves somewhere far away from the rest of the smp, they don't tell anyone. the rest of their lives are spent in their little cottage, far away from all the pain and trauma the main SMP+ holds.

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ghostkity!! he's just an aimless traveler at first n most people don't even recognize him (except tommy, sam, and ofc kinoko boys) . he stops at kinoko kingdom, near karl's house. they meet and karl recognizes his voice immediately but since he's a fucking ghost he doesn't think of ghost as a threat. he does feel a bit odd about the fact he died, though. when sapnap knows, he takes a few days to just cry it all out, then goes head-first into pampering ghostkity bc no way in hell is he going to let any part of quackity ever get hurt again. even if it's his ghost. karl gets to relearn his lover, sapnap can finally have the people he cares about safe, and ghostkity's happy, even if he died with his heart broken. he's happy.

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though it shows him literally dying, what if quackity made it? he did fall onto a block of leaves anyway.
so, with absolutely nowhere else to go because fucking hell, if las nevadas is gone then so is his home. well, the home he made.
he looks for sapnap first, drained and numb and alone . sapnap obviously takes him in without hesitation. karl either remembers or he starts to remember. quackity's distant and quiet, a mere shell of the quackity they knew, but that doesn't mean they won't love him anyway. so they do. they don't take any revenge because 'what's the fucking point.'
and instead just take care of each other :]

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when quackity died, his limbo is a small wedding area in el rapids. he spends a few months in there before sapnap shows up. he says he killed dream (because of the plan) but he wasn't supposed to get a limbo. some easy, fluffy quacknap moments then their third shows up. karl's drenched in blood, and he's in very, very ancient clothes (lmao yk where i'm goin w this) but he's just so fucking happy to see them again.
they spend years, decades, centuries together (+gogy, md, ranboo n other dsmp members who eventually died bc apparently u can visit limbos) . alt ending, george get the revive book from dream's corpse and well.

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QUACKITY DOESNT FUCKINUV DIE AND THE FINACES BECOME HUSBANDS AND CHARLIE IS QUAKCITYS BEST MAN AND HE NEVER DIED AND PURPLED IS THE FLOWER BOY AND SO IS TOMMY AND TUBBO&RANBOO ARE THE WAITERS BECAUSE RAN NEVER FUCKINGH DIED AND GEORGE IS SAPNAPS BEST MAN AND TINA IS KARLS. PHIL IS THE PRIEST. WILBUR COMES BACK FROM UTAH JUST TO HYPE QUAKCITY UP. WE GET TNTDUO APOLOGY. BAD AND SKEPPY R BOTH EGG FREE, THE EGGPIRE IS GONE. THEYRE BOTH IN TEARS. SO ARE SAM AND PONK. NO LN KK, LMANBURG, SC MEMBER HAS ANYTHING AGAINST THE GROOMS OR THE BEST MEN. DREAM FUCKING DIES, SOMEONE GETS THE REVIVE BOOK FROM HIM AND REVIVES SAPNAP. WILBUR STARTS A TRAVELING CENTRE WHERE HE TAKES PEOPLE TO THE REAL WORLD AND THATS WHERE THE 3 OF THEM SPEND THEIR HONEYMOON.

WHY CANT THIS BE CANON

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q doesn't know if he's defeating the patriarchy or giving into it.

it's a simple dress really. all black, two straps to hold it up, a square neckline that sags just below his collar-bones. the dress ends at his mid-thigh for decency. he isn't wearing heels because ow and instead slips on a pair of bright green, loose sneakers. adidas. yeah.

of course, he wanted to dress up for the mcc after-party and tina said she had a spare dress that would look good on him. afterwards, he says he wears it in her honor, since she couldn't go.

quackity wanted to look fancy, but he also wanted to bring a little goof to his outfit, and yeah, maybe it throws off the chic look, but it's funny as hell, so he keeps them on.

he takes a deep breath and squeezes his eyes shut. he doesn't open them until he's logged into the server.

upon being noticed, tommy guffaws and screams, "holy shit, big q! you look fuckin' snazzy, man!" and that alone draws a grin to quackity's face.
ranboo gives him a high-five and flaunts his own dress, red mario for red rabbits, while he goes to re-fill his drink. (fruit punch. modesty, please.)
tubbo elbows his arm and says he looks nice, and that his sneakers are,"rich rich, cha-ching, big q.". wilbur calls him "madame q" when he sees him, carrying that title until the end of the event. techno cranes his head from his beach chair and through his sunglasses, cowboy strawhat and carrot alchohol, says the following. "slay" quackity finds the rest of his closest friend group near the gazebo, decorated with confetti and LED lights. george gapes when he sees quackity, telling him he looks nice. "oh, so i'm ugly every other day? fuck you gogy, what the hell?" "no! i just said you looked really nice-- without those ugly piss shoes." dream wheezes, and quackity decides to spare the poor brit. foolish comments about the hat never coming off to which quackity slaps his own head, "the grind, baby" .

the rest passes in a blur. people saying he looks nice, jokingly flirting, laughing at the sneakers, news and some chatter, some even pick up wilbur's dumb nickname for him.

the only people he hasn't seen, however, are his husbands..

he asks around, but to no avail. at some point he tries going to the elevator (which isn't currently functioning due to.. well, issues) and, unsurprisingly, doesn't find them there.
comms aren't allowed because, "just talk?" so there was no way he was gonna find them anywhere here.

quackity sighs, guess he'll have to wait after the party to show them. man, he was so excited!

apparently, so is the hand on his waist.

"alex?" a very familiar voice speaks up behind him. he turns around to get a better look and tada, there is both sapnap and karl standing right behind him.

he can practically feel it when their lungs stop functioning, so he snorts. "you usually greet people with a hand on their waist?" he says, both mocking and fond at the same time. sapnap takes a few seconds to process before, "only my hubbies, baby" to which quackity fake gags.

"you look amazing, angel." karl finally speaks up from behind him. he slips out of sapnap's grasp to peck his cheek, "i know, thanks." he mumbles, smiling.
sapnap leans towards him and tilts his head to the side so that his cheek faces the two of them, "yeah, you look beautiful." he says, expectant. quackity simply presses his cold knuckles to his cheek and leans further into karl's arms. he holds back a laugh at sapnap's undignified whine.

the event goes on as usual. the hype around the dress died, but there's still some running bits that last a little bit longer. take "madame q" for example.

near the end, everyone below 21 is escorted out ("why can't i stay?! i'm eighteen! i'm lega-" "twenty-one years old only, tommy,") for the (alcoholic) bar opening.

the 3 of them (since dream and george went to go watch the drinking games) are left alone on the couch. karl on his left, both of their arms around each other, sapnap on his right with his hands trailing just underneath his dress. karl's sitting crisscross, quackity has his knees up while sapnap has only one knee on the couch, his right leg swinging off of it.

they idly talk amongst the couch. sapnap hands have somehow engulfed themselves entirely under the dress. quackity notices but says nothing, just letting sapnap do whatever he pleased.

that is until he outright kisses-- licks -- his thigh. and because sapnap runs abnormally hot, so does his tongue. quackity winces through his teeth, "what the hell, sap?" he mumbles, strained. sapnap doesn't say anything, simply kisses his thighs until the hem of the dress is slightly pushed up. "you look so good, baby. want you so bad, can i?" he pleads. karl's hand moves to the end of his dress and drags it a little higher, "can we?".

not that he doesn't want his husbands to fuck him literally anywhere, anytime, but there's also a lot of his friends just in the other room. so he does the mature thing and decides on walking out with two very shameless, visibly horny husbands and his own self hard and flushed, to go tell his friends they need to leave.

"um, sure, uh, let's just leave real quick, yeah?" he says, breathless and still staring at his thighs (more specifically: karl's hand and sapnap's lips). sapnap makes a very dissatisfied noise but gets up anyway. karl stands up with his hand still around his thigh.

they excuse themselves as politely and patiently as they can and log off.

as soon as the three of them recognize their surroundings, they both immediately have their hands back on quackity. sapnap, impatient as ever, drags quackity with him to the couch and manhandles him into his lap. quackity goes without complaint. sapnap's mouth latches on q's neck, on the left, while karl fucks up the right. quackity squirms and tilts his head back for better access, which karl and sapnap make good use of immediately. karl drags his mouth upwards, hasty, wet kisses being smudged all the way up to his chin. he kisses quackity once, twice, and hard enough that the other's head actually gets pushed back by a bit. after giving him a concussion, basically, karl goes right back to his neck. sapnap slips his hand back underneath the other's dress and slides up the hem so that he could squeeze and grope q's thighs. he does so, leaving beautiful purple patches in their wake. quackity whines again. his neck is still pleasantly burning, and he really doesn't have the time for this. he grabs a tuft of sapnap's hair and pulls it--not enough to hurt but enough to make him notice-- he gives the other his best glare and spits out, "if you're gonna drag me all the way here, then the least you could do is fuck me.". karl apparently takes interest in his statement as he reaches for their dresser and pulls out a bottle of lube. he pokes sapnap, letting him know that he should probably let go of q now, but the demon is still a little dazed by the hand in his hair-- it takes him a minute. he sets down the shapeshifter flat on his back while karl places pillows underneath him. sapnap crawls towards the other's legs and kisses the light rings of violet on his thigh. he takes the lube from karl's hands, warming it up as he does, and drizzles some onto his fingers. meanwhile karl is still praising q like hell. he runs his hands across the fabric as he tells q how pretty he looks right now. quackity places his hands over his face in embarrassment but karl manages to gently pry them off. "no, nope, none of that, baby. let me see your face, angel-- yeah, yeah, just like that, gorgeous. pretty baby." karl coos, taking both of quackity's hands and pressing them into the bed, right above his head. it doesn't take much; his one hand could probably engulf both of quackity's anyway. quackity gasps and jolts when he feels a hot, lubed, finger press into him.

he shoves his face into karl's stomach as sapnap works him open, grazing his prostate only slightly, never giving it enough friction. he swipes right past it and quackity rolls his hips down as to get more friction, but karl presses his free hand onto his abdomen, right above his dick and only teasing him more. quackity lets out a petulant whine and karl tsks, "be patient, or you get nothing, birdie." though the petname is sweet, his tone is defiantly not and quackity keens at that. he tries to keep calm and pants when sapnap presses one, two, three more fingers into him.

" 'm ready, please, please, fuck me--i need you, please!" quackity knows he's begging, but he can't bring himself to care through the haze. sapnap pretends to think it over, but karl takes pity on their third and says, "sap, look at him, he's already shaking, and you haven't even fucked him yet. give the whore what he needs, yeah?" quackity shamelessly groans at that, hands twisting in the other's grasp.

sapnap sighs like it pains it and grumbles out "fine" and some other comment that quackity can't pick up because of the blood rushing through his ears.

the dress isn't very stretchable at the bottom, so his thighs graze sapnap's cock as he pushes in. sapnap groans at the feeling, and bottoms out impatiently. quackity has half a mind to wrap his legs around the other's waist before he starts thrusting.

sapnap pulls out and slams back in, quackity lets out a noise akin to a scream and doesn't have any time to recover before sapnap repeats his deadly pace. sapnap hammers into his prostate immediately, his pace ruthless. sapnap isn't abnormally long, that's karl, but he is near painfully thick. despite being stretched with four fingers, his hole still has to stretch even more around him but the pain mixes wonderfully with his pleasure. quackity clenches around him, trying to make him go deeper.

sapnap holds his hips tightly as he pounds into him, quackity mewling and gasping for air. quackity pushes back against him, trying to create more friction against his prostate and sapnap responds wonderfully, pulling all the way out and slamming back in, balls slapping against his ass.

though, it all abruptly stops when karl places his hand on sapnap's chest. "oh come on sap, be gentle with our little whore. i wanna see you make him scream because he feels so good. I want you to show me that you know how to put your pretty dick to good use. go slow for me, okay?"

even if his input was a little annoying, sapnap rolls his hips back and slowly buries himself to the hilt. he pulls out only a few inches and rocks back into him, leaning over to suck more hickeys into the array of purple and yellow already present of his neck. he grinds his dick directly against his prostate, grinning as quackity thrashes his head around, beanie slipping off while he did so.

karl slides his hand across sapnap's back, pulling the hair on his nape to drag him into a kiss. sapnap's moans being swallowed up by karl's mouth, teething clanking painfully as they pressed further. when they parted, a thick string of saliva hung between them and karl pecked it off. the tiny distraction made sapnap go fractionally slower, but even that was maddening to quackity. he rolls his hips back and desperately tries to gain a little bit more friction. sapnap stops his movements altogether, bottomed out as he watches quackity fuck himself on his cock.

quackity frustratingly whines when he's met with no response and tries to wrench his hands back so he could just fucking ride sapnap himself if he wasn't going to fuck him properly. karl presses his wrists and palms further into the bed and tuts, "tch, alex, don't you wanna be good? then stay still, you'll get to cum, baby, be patient for us, 'kay?" quackity whines and writhes his hands in karl's now tightening grasp. "alex." he warned, just as soon as sapnap began to rock into him again, an attempt to soothe the other.

quackity pants and almost bucks his hips but nods anyway. "fine, ple--ease be quicker" karl hums, pleased, and leans down to suck him into a kiss. sapnap fastens his pace, just as quackity wished, but not the one he had in the start. he slides the dress up to quackity's stomach, picking his legs and placing them over his shoulder. he takes a minute or two squishing and squeezing the other's thighs in self-indulgence, watching q squirm and shake beneath him. karl has a hand on the shapeshifter's throat, pressing into hickeys and bite marks left by the two of them as quackity keens into the other's mouth.

he wraps his hand around quackity's length, slightly regretting that he only got to hear the muffled version of his moan. thankfully, karl pulls back, and instead latches his mouth onto the other's nipple, biting and suckling the small nub. quackity throws his head back and lets out a musical moan and sapnap starts to jack him off. he admires the way quackity's muscles tense and relax and speeds up his hand as well as his hips.

to quackity, the stimulation is heavenly, if not a little too much. any second now, it'll come crashing down on him but right now he can't feel anything but the pure bliss of it all. it only took a few more thrusts before he was spilling into sap's hand, back arching at the electric feeling of his orgasm. he doesn't know when his vision whites out.

when the shapeshifter finally regains consciousness, his hair is being dried with a towel by some mystery hands and he's changed into his usual pajamas instead of his dress. when the towel lifts the rest of the way, he's greeted with the sight of both his lovers smiling at him. "hey, moonshine, how are you?" karl speaks up first. quackity groans and slumps into sapnap's arms since he was right in front of him. "my everything fuckin' hurts like a bitch," sapnap chuckles from above him, carding his hands through his damp hair.

karl lays the three of them down on the bed, extra careful with alex considering his bruises, and places him in the middle. they pass a few kisses and wish each other goodnight, limbs tangled together under the warm duvet.

"oh, fuck."
"what?"
"that was tina's dress,"
"you're fucking joking-- quackity! why would yo-"
"why would YOU--"

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// cc!karlity
quackity getting jealous because karl's been going around in twitchcon being all touchy with other people. they get back to the room and quackity flips out on the other, his arms flailing around right beneath him. karl holds both his hands and coos, "i'm sorry, baby, i didn't think you were the type to get jealous." and quackity goes, "fuck you, no i'm not". he denies being jealous at all but karl knows him better, so he takes him to their bed and fucks him nice and slow. a pile of pillows and quackity on his back, his neck covered in bites and hickeys. karl's constantly reminding him that he only loves alex and that he's his, but q's barely listening, just whimpering and whining for more 😭😭

// c!karlity
drastic change from the soft shit we had earlier 💀 c!karl being transported to las nevadas after a travel and finding quackity!! he's extremely pissed off and so is q, so they get into a small brawl. quackity's head being slammed on the fountain's concrete and he winces. karl doesn't know why he got hard from that but blah blah they're in q's penthouse, somehow holding hands and also glaring at each other. they get to quackity's bed and hate sex ensues!! karl barely even preps him but q doesn't care, he seems to like it. karl grabs his hair and pushes down his hands via both his wrists while he ruts into the other.

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// childhood friends to (implied) lovers<3

7 y/o sapnap, 8 y/o quackity and 9 y/o karl (hah, see what i did there?? seven ate nine?? pls laugh) all meet at karl's dad's supermarket. karl's sitting outside, near the soda vendor, making bracelets. sapnap's struggling with the vending machine and quackity lost his dad in one of the isles. karl looks at sapnap after he kicks the bottom of the vending machine and goes, "what are you doing?" and watches him bang the machine again. "it won't give me my fanta." sap grumbles. quackity hops down the steps and pulls out the few coins he pick-pocketed from the cashier's tip jar. he puts in one coin and the fanta drops to the bottom of the machine. "my fanta!" sapnap yells, shoving quackity away but it's more of a nudge, since he's too heartbroken about his now disappeared fanta to put some strength into it. quackity shoves him out of the way and pulls out the fanta, shoving it in sapnap's face. "oh," sapnap grabs it, stunned, quackity scowls and karl cackles. quackity's dad, sam, calls out for him from inside. quackity turns to karl and says, "i'm quackity. can i have one?" karl stares at him for a second, before slipping off his bracelet and giving it to him. "thank you. bye, i live across the park over there." quackity says, grabbing the bracelet and bee-lining for his dad. sapnap comes again and again, talks to karl most of the time because quackity doesn't visit daily. when he does, either karl or sapnap drag him outside to talk, make bracelets, or get soda. eventually, they move to the park and come there almost daily. sapnap brings his best friends, dream and george later on as well. george ends up being quackity's classmate and they talk a bunch in school!! they're the inseparable pair in there. the rest join around high school.

// the nether x canon minecraft time period (CW!!! sacrifice & child endangerment)

sapnap was born in the nether, he visits the overworld sometimes, he even has friends there! but it gets too cold, too quiet, too confusing for him, so he stays mainly in the nether. he's one of the few netherborn species who are sentient. raised by his own kind, he lives in a civilized faction of the nether, unknown to those in the overworld. there is a portal only netherkin can use which sits right next to his house. he has a pretty peaceful life, ignoring the constant screaming of distant mobs and the ones he has to or watch get murdered almost every day. peaceful.

quackity was born in a rather peaceful village, until the pillagers invaded. whenever they'd get rid of one batch, another would come until someone decided to make a deal with god. one, precious life who'd make the village flourish, would be sacrificed and sent to the nether to be their heir, as the empress was infertile. all for the village to never be bothered with pillagers again. 10 y/o quackity screams and kicks and cries and begs, begs his parents to stop them or to at least try and comfort him but nothing. he spends his next few years in the nether hating it and hating his village. he does become a prince, and he does truly care for the empress, even if she gets a little too overbearing sometimes.

karl is a self-taught alchemist who needs netherwarts to make his nether related potions last longer and be more effective. upon stepping through the portal, he realizes he has not a clue where to get them from but before he can go back, a ghast fires at him, destroying his portal while doing so. he doesn't have to look too far before he finds sapnap and asks him where to find the netherwart. they journey to the fortress and sapnap holds off the blazes while karl runs through the chests and corridors, looking for anything that may look like soul sand. unfortunately, he gets whacked in the face by a withered skeleton and loses consciousness. he wakes up in another room that seems almost... prince-ly..?

// rewritten dsmp! this is an actual au of mine, and it has a lot more depth but i'm just keeping it karlnapity & manburg-pogtopia era focus lol

l'manburg is anti-american, quackity is mexican. quackity also has a pink wig and an alter ego; quacita. l'manburg sees women, and it's feeling good.
quackity once taught wilbur how to make cocaine randomly in their previous server, but he didn't exactly expect his best friend to start to actually make it. still, he's only 15 and you only live thrice, so why not?

sapnap however, is a stinky little american boy with a sword and shield. who cares if he's cute? he's annoying, a goody-two-shoes and a straight up party pooper. quackity didn't like him in the "stuck out tongue, pulled down eye" kind of way. it only really turned into cold-blooded hatred when he touched the bumpy surface of tnt placed underneath l'manburg's precious soil. when eret turns her back on them, when dream demands white flags, when houses start catching on fire, and when the tnt he once removed gets replaced and lit, only then does he truly wish sapnap were dead.

sapnap on the other hand simply trusts his best friend, dream, because dream always knows what's the right thing to do. even when he fixes tnt under a certain family's house and his hands shake, he trusts dream! even when children cry and when the eyes he once adored stare at him in shock and hatred, he trusts dream.

sapnap doesn't take quackity's side much, but they were once allies.

when manburg wins the elections, sapnap sticks to quackity's side, even if dream doesn't. quackity eyes him with suspicion the first few times but eventually accepts that he really means no harm this time. not saying they're friends again, by the way.

sapnap expresses his distaste of schlatt to george and wilbur, hearing this and knowing that sap is well acquainted with fighting, invites him to a plan made to kill schlatt. sapnap isn't very fond of wilbur but one, quackity sure is, and two, quackity's there. quackity doesn't talk to him much during pogtopia but they do have their moments. sapnap touches quackity's wings for the first time!! :]

schlatt's cabinet consists of tubbo, fundy, dream and sam. karl and niki are not directly included, nor do they show up in meetings, but they partake in anything that interests them, and everyone is willing to pass some of their work.

rutabagville lays just in front of the massive ravine that is pogtopia, and quackity and karl meet multiple times because of it. quackity never discloses where pogtopia is, or what it is, since karl is still vaguely related to schlatt, but his eyes land on the hidden doors just enough for it to not be a coincidence. when confronted, karl swears his allegiance, and his hatred for schlatt, as well as the rest of the cabinet's (except dream).

karl explains how rutabagville is meant to be a weaponry station for a coup against schlatt in the near future. behind the flour in niki's bakery is a dagger, tubbo's "home" has an axe and crossbow blatantly laying on the couch, karl's kitchen is half food and half offensive potions & tainted arrows.

(the coup mainly includes other characters but knp IS there and they are important but there's no special moments between them other than the occasional "watch out". schlatt is aware of the coup (but he still died LL), and with the help of dream, commits a doomsday!! withers 4 every au <3 tubbo dies here lmfao techno didn't know where his trident was goin)

quackity gets his signature scar here in the coup by none other than dream himself. sapnap is enraged, mostly by the scar but also how dream chose schlatt over all of them. (spoiler alert, he did it for the revive book) karlnap treat quackity's scar because wilbur went a little insane before the coup and he doesn't trust him at the moment.

the first plan to kill dream is staged here, and karl was the one to plan it and write it down. although they could've pulled it off, they didn't exactly have a place to keep dream since sam wasn't even beginning to build the prison yet.

karlnap aren't engaged yet, quackity's resentment towards sapnap slowly starts to dissolve, karl's already started to register them both as his "lovers" in his mind. they propose in the abandoned pogtopia, quackity still has his bandage on, sapnap still has his arsonic tendencies and karl finally has a grasp on how to shift from gummy to human.

(this au, the FULL one, was written in google docs and it was 23k words long so my dearest apologies for not including what happened after lmfao. knp turns into more of a side plot until the syndicate n you kinda need the context of why they're involved and that's nudged by phil with quackity mostly. it's more tnt duo and techno-karl verse than knp sooooo...)

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(im skipping straight to the porn bit, sorry my guy)

he shifts on punz's lap and slings his arm around his shoulder, and punz's arm sneaks around his waist, his bare legs on the blonde's boxer shorts. "y'know, i was thinkin--" he starts off, voice flirty before sapnap interrupts him, roughly, "karl, could you go check on what q's doing?" he purrs. on the outside, karl's frowing but really he's excited as fuck inside.

he slides off of punz's lap, the man beings completely silent since the moment he got on (with the way foolish glares at him, karl can tell why) and makes his way to the upstairs bedroom, making sure he swayed his hips along the way (he can feel sapnap's frown behind him) .

he reaches the bedroom and knocks, " 'lex? you in there?" he calls out and it's a bit genuine (he already knows this is because of him and punz) . when he gets no answer, he presses on the handle and pushes it forward a creek and peeks inside. karl visibly relaxes once he sees alex waiting on the edge of the bed, head tilted to the left, a soft smile pulling at his lips.

he's still in the clothes from the stream, except this time he's changed out his hoodie for sapnap's black one. karl doesn't assume much, (it's only quackity after all) and steps inside. "sap wanted me to check on you." he finally says, only a few feet away from the bed. "karl, could you come here, amor?" the shorter chirps back. karl does as he's told and plops down right next to him, face void of any suspicious emotion.

alex gently holds his chin and drags his face closer, "you were a bit touchy with punz today. mind explaining, love?" karl's facade doesn't falter at the words and instead he furrows his eyebrows and spits, "explain what? he was giving me way more attention then you two, how about you explain that?" tone innocent yet upset. it's true, they haven't really been paying attention to him at all! even after he changed into a skirt and put on a collar from god knows where. nothing more than a glance in his direction.

"oh, attention? you want attention?" quackity parrots back. at karl's immediate nod, he chuckles and gets up, the elder's eyes following his movement. he gestures to the bed, "lay down. i'll give you some attention." he says as he crouches down, presumably to reach something under the bed.

karl's stomach spins and despite the want to strip down and immediately lay flat of the bed, he knows that'd just reveal himself. he doesn't want to be all compilant today. so he slowly crawls over to the middle and lays down nonchalantly, turning his head to his fiance.

quackity is holding a box, it seems ordinary but karl knows exactly what it is. his heart races when the shorter pulls out a long rope and sets the box aside, on the bedside table. "color?" he asks, nonchalantly. at his "green", alex gets to karl's spot on the bed and holds up the rope, a gesture for him to raise his arms. he does so, not without a roll of his eyes and a click of his tongue and then his wrists are bound together, tight enough to keep them in place but not enough to cut circulation.

suddenly, his skirt is flicked upwards, the hem landing on his stomach and his underwear is yanked down. karl shudders. he pretends not to stare when alex takes off his shorts, beanie and hoodie still in place. speaking of beanies, "take off the dumb beanie, alex. i don't like it," karl grumbles and it comes off much more impatient than he wants it to. quackity must've noticed because his gaze travels from karl's dick to his face, one corner of his mouth upturned. "i don't like you being all snug against other people, karlos." he huffs, bemused. the beanie is off in a second, however.

quackity aligns himself right above karl's dick, hands planted on his stomach when his eyes dart right back up to karl's, "now listen to me, you fuckin' whore," he starts and karl nearly shivers, "i'm gonna ride you like you're my fuckin' dildo and you're gonna take it with no fucking complaints. got that?" karl shakily nods his head, teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. "i said, got that? answer me, karl." quackity purrs, lowering himself down on karl's cock. said man gasps and has to stop himself from bucking his hips upwards, "fuck--yeah, yeah no, i got it. i'm your toy--hng, yeah," karl groans.

distantly, he hears the front door being shut and footsteps trailing towards the bedroom but he doesn't pay attention to that at all. quackity draws out a strangled 'good' like it was punched out of him and lets gravity do the job. quackity seeming starts moving at his own pace, angling himself, shifting until he's positioned correctly. his pace is slow from what karl can tell, and he's definitely more vocal than alex at the moment. his eyes are squeezed shut as the younger takes his sweet time riding him and so he doesn't see the way sapnap walks in, expression angry and, well, hot. "well, well. if this ain't a sight," sapnap purrs, his southern twang apparent as he speaks. karl cracks opens an eye and almost jumps when he sees sapnap staring right back at him. "alex, baby, get off of him. i don't think he deserves that just yet, right?" the already agonizingly slow pace stop and karl just barely holds back a coo at quackity's disappointed expression as he reluctantly slides off the eldest. his eyes follow quackity's sluggish movements, the way his bottom lip gets engulfed into his mouth at his downcast gaze. he coos, much against his best efforts not to.