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can’t wait a moment longer, i want what i want and no one can stop me…

yet what am i doing? is he walking towards me for an embrace or to plunge the stake into my heart?

he’s been gone for so long. can i even trust him anymore? can i trust anyone? was it him that was gone or me? i don’t know, but i want him.

i want his stoic face and his mangled body and his wise voice and his perfect words and his beautiful stare. i want him. whether it comes at a cost of my life or not, i don’t think i can stop.

yeah i might get back into writing. i took good care of myself and i won’t warn you if i do come back. i messed up my sleep schedule again and so i’ve been wanting to write more often, even though i still have some hang ups. see you soon?

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Hey i dunno if I’m ever gonna post here again but if you want to read stuff unrelated to the dsmp then i have another acct i put stuff on

https://elias-unknown.tumblr.com/

Sorry I’m just dealing with too much and I’d rather spend time taking care of myself than writing smut lmao. Love you guys though and i hope you find someone to take my place (it can’t be v hard haha)

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Heres a random thing I drew to keep yall quenched. I’m working on the sequel to *returning the favour* so be ready for that. Uh goodnight? I drew this with my finger please don’t hate it lmao

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Hello! Do you think u could.. make a part 2 of returning the favour.? Like the morning after kind of thing, Thank you in advance! Take as long as you need and you don't have to do it, i hope you're well :)

Heyo, i might start on this one, super fluffy tho… I see how much you guys like that one and i want to “return the favour” by offering up another one for you. Thanks for the patience, I have a lot more time on my hands now and I feel a lot better, so the posts will resume, even though they will be scarce and slow at first.

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I know I said I was going to get back into writing but as soon as I said that, I was informed of technos cancer diagnosis and I have had writers block since. To me, I feel uncomfortable writing about him while he’s going through this and I think he has enough on his plate as is. I might get back to doing other streamers, but the ones I enjoy writing about the most haven’t been on the smp in a while and I find it difficult to get out of that context.

Love you all, if you have any ideas then let me know, I know we’re all starving for techno content, but I’m done with nsfw and fluff with him. Platonic only from now on. I hope you can understand

-Elias

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Hello!

I am alive!! I will start writing again soon, I’m sorry I was gone for so long, I love you guys T-T

I don’t know what I’m gonna start with but it’ll come out this week!

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Ugh I’m having a moment

I had my first kiss last night and my first hickey. (Yes I’m a virgin, don’t think too hard about that please) and now they’ve left to go back home like six hours away. We dated before but this time it’s way different.

I’m gonna take a hot break just to get some sleep and rest. I know I’ve been basically inactive but this is a big step in my life, so I’m really trying to take my time here.

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Hello! Sorry to bother, but would you mind taking 'dream smp', 'dsmp', and 'mcyt' out of the tags for your works? Those tags put it in the main overall tags, so few who see it would be your target audience. If I may suggest, 'dsmp fics' or 'dream smp fics' and possibly 'mcyt fics' may work better for visibility! I hope this isn't too much to ask, and I hope you're well!!! ❤❤❤

Shit good point thank you I will

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A very short techno breeding kink x afab reader

Characters: c!Technoblade x afab!reader

Warnings: breeding, major overstimulation, unrealistically long sex, slight blood, NSFW MINORS DNI

—- I wrote this in like 5 mins lmao —-

Sorry I left early. I’m coming back now

I had errands

I woke up without you :(

I’ll make it up to you when I get back, I promise

You better :/

I’m cold without you

Light the fire in the living room if you need.

You can steal some blankets from the basement,too

There’s just nothing like your body heat tho

I’ll be back soon to warm you up

Ok, love you

I love you too

<3

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When he got home thirty minutes later, you ran to the door and squeezed him as hard as you could, almost as if you never wanted him to leave again. He did make it up to you, and fast. As soon as you let him go and gave him permission, he pinned you to the wall and ripped your clothes off.

Not even bothering to finger you first, he dove straight in and fucked you into the wall, then as you laid on the table, then on the couch. There was nowhere in the house that wasn’t stained with sweat, tears, blood, or cum.

It’s not like you didn’t fuck the night before, either. You did, and he unloaded almost 4 times into you then. It was barely noon now, and he’d shot another six loads into your fertile pussy, making sure every last drop stayed in.

You shook like a leaf from the overstimulation, his praises escaping his mouth as often as moans escaped yours. Thankfully, Phil was out for a while with Wilbur, dealing with some Tommy issues, so you could be as loud as you wanted. The sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans, his praises, your screams, his growls, and constant squelching from your pussy, filled the house with noise.

If you had neighbours, they’d all be awake, banging at the door. That or they’d be begging to let them in so they could join you. Anyone who knew what Techno’s dick felt like was permanently attracted to it, even if they wouldn’t normally go for that kind of thing.

You’d promised Wilbur you’d let him join someday, and Dream, and Eret. Everyone you talked to about it raised an eyebrow and whispered to you, asking for an invite.

But he was all yours. Even if it were three of you, he was there for you and not anyone else. He loved you as much as he loved seeing his seed spill out from your hole and tears stinging your eyes. Secretly, you wanted him to breed you, and so did he. Neither of you spoke of it, but the first time he’d cum inside of you was the best night of both of your lives. You’d gone for another hour after that out of the sheer kink.

Today, your pussy was ready for his babies. Your species went into fertility once every decade, and this month was the one.

As he pounded into you, shaking the bed to the breaking point, you could barely speak. Only screams and high pitched moans came out of you now, and the feeling of you vibrating from the stimulation was just feeding into it more. It felt like you were constantly getting close to the edge and falling off of it. You’d have to have orgasmed fifteen times now, seeing as it’d been four hours. How was he not tired? It didn’t matter, you wanted him to cum again and again, and he did.

“Fuck, baby,”

He thrust one last time, this time shoving all the way down to the balls, knotting you effortlessly. The stream of cum had stopped since he’d plugged you completely, not even air could seep through now.

“T-techno,” you squealed as you shook on his cock, “I love your cum,”

“Mhm, and I love to see my seed in you,” he kissed you sloppily, “especially right now,”

He pulled out, still hard and cumming inside of you. Even with his knot fully engaged, he managed to force it in and out of you at a rapid pace, making you squirt all over him again and again. You didn’t know it could feel this good.

Even that night, once it had all calmed down, he still thrust into you in his sleep, pushing more of his cum into your womb to make him babies.

#dsmp smut #techno dsmp #dsmp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt smut #mcyt #techno mcyt #technoblade smut #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #elias original #c!techno x reader #c!technoblade #c!technoblade x reader #c!techno #dreamsmp x reader #dream smp #I swear I’m not completely insane #I’m just obsessed with techno breeding <3 #probably the shittiest thing I’ve written but I wanted to so who can stop me?

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No thoughts just thinking about riding Technoblade and seriously overdoing it so we’re both super sore in the morning

It is 4 am where I live and that’s what my brain is doing

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I’m at a loss for words… this is amazing

Burn Me As Icarus Did When He Dared Kiss the Sun || c!Technoblade x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Blood Kink, Light Edging

All of this is written in and is meant to be taken as c!Technoblade. There is no reference or inclusion of the streamer/Youtuber.

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"You're burning," you whisper, trying desperately not to get lost in him, because you already know you're in too deep. "You're going to destroy me."

Smoldering ruby red eyes set you aflame with gentle care. "Then so be it," he murmurs, pulling you in to drown.

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There's not many people to trust in this world.

That was rule number one to surviving in the Dream SMP. Allegiances allowed betrayal and betrayal allowed trust to be destroyed. That's why you've walked on this thin wire with caution, choosing who you associated with with care. You live alone, isolated in a forest surrounded by nothing but wild animals who have come to trust your existence, swinging by to steal a berry or two off the thorny bushes you bordered your house with.

Approximately, only two people know your exact location and make efforts to visit regularly to ensure you're not completely alone.

One of which was Philza, a crow hybrid with a gentle and hardy exterior. He was friendly, dropping off spare supplies he didn't need and often stayed for hours chatting over steaming tea and cookies made from cocoa beans snatched from far away jungles. He was trustworthy and no matter how hard you read into him, you could find no ill will towards you.

He was a parental figure that made sure you had the basics you needed to survive. All it took was one letter mentioning you were getting a bit low on food for him to come flying in on obsidian wings with stacks of already cooked steak for you piled in his inventory. You appreciated him and already swore that to the best of your abilities, no harm would come to Philza.

A similar vow was made to the other person who visited you, though he didn't need it as much. An old friend of Phil's who you'd come to cherish as well. Technoblade, a man forged from fire. The Blood God. The Blade. He who never dies. A merciless killer with no remorse for the beings he'd cut bloody paths through. You get the point. However, your friendship with Techno was quite a bit different than your friendship with Philza.

He was a Piglin hybrid, born in the darkest depths of the Nether who made his way to the Overworld and made a name for himself. Despite that, he was....in a word, attractive and there was no doubt you were heavily drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The stories of his brutality and the wanted posters painted a hard-faced stone cold killer. But you just knew Technoblade, the man who gave you little gold trinkets and recited Greek mythologies to you to the beat of a crackling fire, making you feel like you were falling in love all over again.

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It's one day that you're plucking sweet berries from their bushes that Technoblade shows up without any warning or notice. You don't mind, of course, because it's definitely not the first tine he's done it.

Careful of the prickly thorns among the brambles, you stand with a wicker basket full of the blood red fruit and squint in the distance to find a familiar man careful trudging through the spruce forest from the direction of your Nether portal. You sigh, knowing the one constant reason he shows up without sending a parchment with one of Philza's crows.

As you wait near the threshold of your house, you see the corner of his mouth tick upwards.

"Honey, I'm home," he announces, sounding monotonous as always, but you can hear the amusement welded deep inside. You can't help but grin.

"Mhm. Come on in, Tech."

Your home is crowded, but it was a messy kind of organized. Books are shoved haphazardly into shelves, only sorted weakly by topics and not even bothering to be in alphabetical order. Potions are still sitting on their brewing stands, already perfectly concocted and waiting to be taken off and labeled. Techno's learned all of his alchemy from you, a fact you wear with pride. Your bedroom, guest room, and bathroom were all upstairs. For now, you opted to head towards the kitchen to drop off your berries.

"You know the drill," you call, and Techno grumbles something lightheartedly.

You hear shuffling because he's learned his way around your house and knows it just as well as you do. When you return to the main area, he's already laid out healing potions, two cloths, and a bucket of warm water. Technoblade fed and stoked the fire, the flames eating the wood greedily.

"Come on," you urge gently and he reluctantly goes to sit on the floor in front of the loveseat, shedding his cape followed by the flowy white shirt he showed up in. The front of the shirt held no evidence of injury, however, the back was spattered with the blood and you locate the arrow wound that oozed from his left shoulder blade.

"Skeleton?" You ask, dipping the cloth into the bucket and gently getting to work cleaning around the puncture.

"Nah. Someone from L'manberg spotted me in the Nether," he answered quietly, restraining himself to keep the pain out of his voice. "So I took your path."

"They didn't follow?"

"I made sure."

You breathe out, finishing on wiping up the extra blood that had stained his back and picked up the second cloth. Taking up the healing potion, you press the cloth to the lip of the bottle and pour, letting the potion seep into the fabric.

"Ready?" You ask gently, reaching around him to place a reassuring hand on his forearm.

"Yeah," he mumbled, quiet but consenting.

You press the wet cloth onto his wound, cringing only slightly at the hiss of flesh being mended together. Techno's muscles tighten in retaliation even though he's been through much much worse. Pain was pain.

You wait a few seconds before he relaxes from his stiff position and you peak at his back to find a new whitened scar. You could always tell what injuries were healed by potions and what healed naturally by the color. Potion-healed injuries tended to be much lighter than those that took time.

The first time you had done this, you had been a red-faced mess, fumbling with your movements and trying not to collapse under the pressure of Techno's watching eyes. Now, you quietly plait his long pink locks into a thick braid and pat his shoulder for the piece of leather he always ties his hair up with. It's handed to you without question.

Once you finish tying it, you linger for a moment. With a sigh, you gently rest your forehead on the top of his shoulder, sliding your hands down to rest at the creases of his elbows. He's warm, unnaturally so, almost bordering on a fever hot.

"When are you going to be more careful?" You ask softly, gently as if scared you'll frighten him off with a too loud voice.

"With our luck, probably never," he chuckles, a sound you want to bottle and get high off of.

"But what if you can't get to me in time?" You swallow harshly at the thought, "What if I can't be there for you?"

He's twisting, turning to look up at you. Red eyes reflected care, nothing like when he's in the heat of battle. Carefully, as if you might break, he reaches up and brushes your cheek, thumb dragging ever so slightly over the apple. You subconsciously lean into his touch, closing your eyes and letting yourself burn while your heart began beating harder.

For a moment, the worries of the world melt into something distant. It's just you and him, comforting each other in a house alone in the woods.

"I won't die on you," he promises and you only half agree. Because in the time you've spent in this world, you've learned that some things are too good to be true.

You've already squashed all hopes of him returning your feelings. Whenever you feel your heart flutter because of him, for him, you swallow your hope and chase it away. Technoblade wasn't interested in you, and if he was, he'd have shown some sign of it, surely. So you smiled the pain away, happy that he's content to be your friend.

Because it was never meant to be.

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It's in the dead of night when it happens.

You're trapped in a deep sleep, dreaming feverishly of Technoblade dominating you. The room is nothing but a blur as his mouth works over you, the pleasure heightened by the weight of his tusks on your neck as he marked you to be his. His large hands pin your wrists to the bed, holding you down effectively as he fervently sucked at the skin behind your ear. You couldn't speak, only let out small, pleased whines as he bit down harshly only to lull the pain to a dull burn with a lick of his tongue.

You're still somehow unable to move when he lets go of your wrists to trail hickeys down your torso and roll his thumbs over your perky nipples. You curse beneath your breath, the heat gathering at your nether region becoming irresistible. You wanted it taken care of desperately, but Techno was insistent on teasing you for a little longer.

"Settle down, darlin'," he rumbled, hot breath flushing your skin and you squirm, effectively aroused.

Pink hair cascaded over his shoulders like a rosy waterfall, framing his face as well as yours. He was so fucking pretty, it wasn't fair.

He's traveling down, blowing cool air on your dripping folds and you moan, bucking your hips for some sort of sensation. Gods, you felt so empty. You wanted nothing more for him to shove something in. His tongue, fingers, cock, anything.

You almost get what you want, seeing his red eyes flash up to meet yours, seemingly shining in the moonlight before dipping his head down between your legs. You get to feel him press a heated kiss to your clit, almost causing you to scream out when-

You woke up.

Your room is empty, save for the man you were just dreaming about watching you from the door, eyebrows pinched in worry and you want to slap yourself for embarrassing yourself. He'd spent the night at your place, making the stew you loved for dinner and reading you a story out of one of the many books that lined your shelves before you two bid each other goodnight and separated to your respective rooms. You wanted to crawl into a hole and die rather than face Technoblade after what you'd just fantasized him doing.

"Put on quite the show," he says and you flush because there's no way he's not going to hold this against you.

"Techno, go back to bed," you try, but it's futile as he's already sauntering across the room, the wooden floor creaking slightly beneath his weight. He was, after all, a seven foot monster of hard-earned muscle.

"What were you dreamin' about?" He asks, towering over you when he approaches the side of the bed you rested on.

"...Nothing," you try again but he's already sitting, his weight sinking into the mattress and dipping your body towards him.

In a moment, he's leaning over you, trapping your smaller body beneath him and your heart nearly stops in your chest at the look he's giving you.

"I could smell your arousal from a mile away," he states, scarily calm as you try to bury yourself away from him, wishing the bed would just swallow you alive.

"I've just been lonely or something," you squeak out, not used to him being like this at all. This was new, nothing like the Technoblade you were used to.

"You want some help with that?" He asked, voice quiet and hushed like a whisper. Like the offer is a secret between you two that wouldn't reach anybody else's ears.

And maybe it wouldn't because you whisper out a, "Sure." It's your signature on a contract. A death wish to a genie. An agreement to be his, if only for a night.

He wastes no time, capturing your lips against his, the weight of his tusks settling comfortably on the corners. Your tired eyes lid then close at the sensation, letting him lead you through the kiss. He was pretty damn good at it too, prodding his tongue against your bottom lip. He wastes no time licking into your mouth when you part, tasting you and groaning almost inaudibly. You barely register that he's grasping your wrists, drawing them up and over your head as he pulls away, kissing the corner of your mouth when he does. You only get a few breaths of air in before he's back on you.

You're both panting by the time you're kicking the covers off of you, the cool night air caressing your heated body. Techno's watching you with an expression you can't exactly decipher. Something like greed and something like possessiveness.

He's taking in your dressed down form and hovering just over your neck, the heat radiating off of him coupled with his weight on your body driving you crazy. Due to his Piglin genes, Techno's temperature always ran hotter than others. It was the reason why he could stand living in the snowy wasteland that he did without much complaint. But now, it felt like he was the embodiment of fire, burning you with every touch he graced you with.

"You're burning," you whisper, trying desperately not to get lost in him, because you already know you're in too deep. "You're going to destroy me."

Smoldering ruby red eyes set you aflame with gentle care. "Then so be it," he murmurs, pulling you in to drown.

You gasp when he sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh of your neck, hard enough to draw blood. It was his first of many marks that night. Tears pricked your eyes because it hurt but then he's sucking the pain away, running his tongue over the area that was surely going to leave a mark. And he did it again and again and again, marking you as his own. You're breathless, his restraint on you not allowing much more than just enduring the pleasurable torture.

"Okay?" he whispers, looking up at you for confirmation. Always so gentle with you. Always making sure you felt safe with him.

"More than," you answer, shifting to rub your legs together where your slick was gathering, demanding your attention.

Techno kissed behind your ear, tusks bumping just beneath the lobe and sending butterflies scattering through your stomach. He lets go of your wrists to caress your face as he did earlier when he promised he wouldn't go dying on you. But this time, it's less of a comfort and more intimate. It wasn't to calm you down from panic or worry, but rather to let you know he genuinely cared about you. He trusted you enough to do this and just because it was Technoblade, you considered that the greatest accomplishment of all.

You hooked a hand over the back of his neck, pulling him down to work his mouth with your own and he groaned. You let your other hand roam down, over the built muscles of his torso, riddled with scars. You palmed over one of his nipples and he rolled into your touch with a moan. And by gods, it was the prettiest fucking sound you'd ever heard.

He wastes no time tearing down your shirt, exposing your bare chest to him as he discards the torn fabric off the side of the bed. He's desperate, you can tell. He's already rolling a bud in his large hands as he presses his mouth into yours even harder. He only stops to free himself of his own shirt, revealing the body you'd fantasized about for so so long.

He's slimmer than what most would expect, but that doesn't change how you feel about him. He could change appearance to whatever and you'd still love him to the ends of the earth.

Techno moves his lips down, peppering your chest and stomach with kisses and the occasional love bite. He drags off your sleep shorts along with your panties, a string of arousal following the thin fabric until it breaks. You barely get a word out before his tongue slowly swipes up between your folds, pulling a strangled moan from your throat. A hand flies to tangle in soft locks that have since been freed of the braid you'd weaved into it earlier and tugs desperately.

He chuckles, breath ghosting the inside of your thigh before he's at it again, dragging your pussy with the flat of his tongue. His tusks provide a weight that only serves to arouse you more. The tip of the muscle prods your entrance, dipping in a little ways and you wail at the way he's teasing you. From the look he gives you, you know there's nothing the bastard wants to do more than bury his face between your thighs and eat you out like a starved man. But to your horror and delight, he pulls back and chooses to flick your clit indecisively.

You cuss, wrapping more hair around your fingers and attempting to push his head down to you and another chuckle ripples through him.

"Techno," you whine out, borderline crying.

Apparently, his name was the magic word as he immediately dived in, shoving his tongue into your pussy and eating you out so aggressively, it made you see stars. The sudden shift from barely any contact to getting what you wanted and more shocked your body, the waves of pleasure causing you to wriggle instinctively away from him. However, strong arms wrapped to constrict around your thighs and prevented your escape, dragging you back down to where he mercilessly abused you with his mouth.

You shout his name, the noise getting lost in the middle of the forest. The nearest civilization was days worth of traveling away. Techno pulled his tongue out from your depths, and released one of your legs to carefully sink a finger into your dripping heat, still swirling his tongue around your clit and nearly slurping on it.

You shook, the pleasure so nice that tears stung your eyes. It only increased when he added another finger, scissoring and feeling along your plush walls. You let a few tears slip out when he added a third, stretching you out almost painfully.

"You've got this, darlin'," he encourages, "Gotta stretch you out good so you can take me."

You have to remind yourself to breathe.

You're approaching your orgasm, and you can tell he knows too by the way you tighten around him and you get noticeably louder. It's when you almost break that he pulls away, leaving you with nothing. You almost sob and complain until you watch him shuffling to remove his pants, the bulge noticable and heavy before he frees his aching cock.

Dear.

Gods.

"I - I don't know if you can fit all the way," you say shakily, leaning up and reaching for his length. It jumps to your touch when you wrap a hand around him.

"We can-" he hisses, brows pinching together as he tries not to give in to the way you're slowly pumping him and wiping a thump over the tip to smear precum down the rest of his length, "We can- You don't- I can-"

His babbling warmed your heart and you pull Techno down with you again, his forehead resting against yours and his expression somewhat pained.

"I'm okay with this," you whisper, "Because it's you. You'd never hurt me on purpose."

"But what if I do?" His voices shakes, realizing now just how small you are compared to him. You know that no matter how much it would hurt him, he'd pull away if you asked. He'd tuck himself back into his pants and leave you in a horny irritated haze, leaving it up you two to take care of your arousals yourselves. You'd wake up in the morning and pretend like nothing ever happened.

You'd never be so cruel.

"Destroy me, Technoblade," you order gently, reminiscing your words from earlier, "Make me yours."

He gives in, because he can never just say no to something you need so desperately. He gently kisses you then tucks his face into your neck as he lines up with your entrance. Holding your hips in place, he begins to penetrate you slowly. It's a slow process of pressing into you, splitting you apart and muffling your cries into his hair.

"You've got this," he murmurs into your skin, voice vibrating the surface, "Good girl, you're taking me so well."

The praise goes straight to your core and you moan just from his words alone. He waits for you to adjust before continuing pushing in right until he's fully sheathed inside of you. He licks up your neck, wet and hot and soothing as you struggle to comprehend his size. You're so full and he's in so deep that you just want the pain to fade so he can get on with fucking you into the mattress already.

"Let me know," he murmurs into your neck and you know he means more than just a greenlight to go ahead. Techno was ready if you couldn't handle it. If the stretch pushed you past your limits. But, you were always determined.

You weren't sure how long it'd been when finally, finally, your muscles loosened from the vice like grip they had on Techno and you cupped his face in your hands, lovingly.

"Go," you whisper and he immediately shifts, rolling his hips and pulling out to push back in just to test the waters. He grunts and moans so beautifully.

"Fuck, Tech," you moan, tossing back your head to indulge in the way he feels inside you. It's everything you've ever wanted with him when you had first met, years ago.

"You feel so good on me, darlin'," he gasps, "You're doing so fucking good."

"Faster...please?"

He doesn't need to be told twice. He picks up the pace, holding down your hips and biting down wherever he can find. The scent of blood tinges the air just a bit as you lose yourself to the pleasure. He's ramming into you, fucking you so deep that you let him use you in any way he wants. Just as you requested, Technoblade was destroying you.

"I've always wanted," he panted, slamming his hips against yours and shoving his cock back into your folds, "I've always wanted to see you like this. Beneath me and taking it all."

He gets faster, his thrusts stronger somehow and you feel like you're ascending.

"Tech - no," you cry, whining out as the sound of flesh on flesh and the lewd sounds between the both of you fill the air.

"That's it," he rumbles, biting into your collarbone, "That's my girl."

You never thought being called his would be such a turn on. Your legs quiver as he removes his hands from your waist and return to drag your wrists over your head, pinning you beneath his massive form.

"Techno, I'm gonna-" you can't finish as the pleasure kills the words in your throat. He nods against you, deciphering what you mean anyways.

"Go for it," he encourages, voice low and passionate. He leaves one hand up to pin your wrists together while the other reaches down to rub at your clit, working to help get you off.

The sudden stimulation had you sobbing, shaking violently as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching. This time, he didn't pull away. You screamed his name as you snapped, cumming and riding out your high on him. You stay in a blissful orgasm, relishing the feeling of releasing, only to come down from your haze, immediately jerking when you realize he's still shoving his dick into you.

He chases his high, watching himself disappear into you over and over, cock drenched in your juices. You shake from the overstimulation, the pleasure prickling into pain, but you don't tell him that. You want him to finish. You want him to get what he deserves so you hold on for dear life and beg as he chases his own release.

Finally, he thrusts once, twice, then one last time as he cums. It's hot, filling you up nicely and making you feel like you're on cloud nine.

You don't expect him to linger, to sharply draw in a deep breath when you move.

"Techno?" You whisper, and his hold on you only tightens.

"Just let me-" he chokes out, beautiful and unrelenting as he looks like he's in pain. He doesn't finish his phrase.

You feel fluids drip out around him, leaking onto the bed and you finally connect two and two together.

"Are you still-"

"Yeah, it just...it goes on for a while," he admits, his face warming into the most beautiful flush you'd ever seen.

He rides wave after wave, expression pinching into something so pretty to just watch and you let him rest his head on your chest, panting as he spills into you time and time again.

You aren't sure how long it is until Techno's flow finally stills, but you're content to just run your hand through his hair soothingly.

"Thank you," he murmurs against the bruises that litter your skin, "My lovely Aphrodite."

The nickname swells your heart and even moreso when he again, refers to you as his own. You close your eyes, hoping to cling onto this moment just for a little longer.

"Did you mean it?" You whisper hesitantly and he hums in question. "Do you mean it when you say I'm yours? Or is it all some ruse that I'll lose when I wake up in the morning?"

It crushes you, thinking of watching Technoblade leaving without thinking of you as much more than a friend lending aid to another..

"Will I still be yours when the sun rises?"

There's silence and then he answers. "Do you want to be mine?"

"Ever since day number one."

"Then yes."

He lifts his head up, dragging himself to hover over you and kisses you, slowly and you can feel the love and passion it holds.

"You'll be mine," Techno kisses you again and again and again, "You will always be mine."

You wouldn't have it any other way.

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You wake up sore and tangled in Technoblade.

Sunlight filters through the windows, peaking through the curtains and coincidentally hitting your eyelids perfectly. You groan, rolling over and burying yourself into the warm body that pressed into you.

Wait.

Your eyes fly open, seeing your longtime friend peacefully sleeping alongside you, an arm draped over your naked waist while the other provided cushion to your head and wrapped around your shoulders.

Memories of the night caught up to you and you blushed, your heart beating faster and blood rushing through your ears when you remembered the intensity of the situation.

He shifted, as if knowing he was being watched and groaned blinking awake, taking in his surroundings. His eyes settle on you, no longer the smoldering red full of lust you'd seen during the night but rather a lighter cherry red. He pulls you into his arms, folding you into him and you sigh, content. He was so warm.

"Morning, my Aphrodite," he rumbles, voice ladened with honey and gravel from the morning effects.

"Morning, love," you reply, almost instinctively and it just feels so natural to love him as much as you do. Your heart will burst with how much admiration and affection you held for this man.

Technoblade, the man you loved and the man who loved you back.

A merciless killer. The Blood God. The Blade. A man who's slain countless without remorse. A terrorist known for blowing up countries.

Yet, despite it all, he was still yours, and you were still truly and irrevocably his.

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Okok, so i need some comfort rn, could you write something with techno where the reader binge eats, and after a day the guilt cames and they don't eat all day? alnrhfsj it could be headcanons or a normal fic, have a nice day:D

Aight I’m doing headcanons for this-

I would like to say, I don’t have this issue so I can’t speak for it, but I used to have an eating disorder where I just ended up with malnutrition and I was severely below weight for my height. So I guess I do know a bit about it, but I can’t be super accurate! I am trying my best though :)))

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Scared for Nothing - Techno x reader

Characters: c!Technoblade x gn!Reader, mention of Philza

Summary: Technoblade discovers you’re a virgin, and not just that, you’re afraid of penetration. Whether it was something worth being scared of or not, you weren’t sure, but having him be the one to do it might be the thing to make it happen.

Warnings: NSFW Minors DNI, swearing

—- Hey Anon, I’m using they/them as usual :) —-

“What do you mean you’ve never been fucked?” He was surprised that his darling, who’d slain dozens of soldiers, would be so innocent.

“Don’t give me that look,” you snapped, “It’s not like I wanted to be!”

He raised an eyebrow. He’d noticed you aroused and blushing before, but whenever he mentioned it to you, you’d shy away and change the subject.

“What look?”

“The pity,”

“I’m not pitying you,” He retorted, “I’m just surprised,”

“Well,” You shrugged and looked at him with faux contempt, “It’d hurt, and I don’t think it makes any sense to put yourself through it,”

He burst out in laughter, which made you redden in embarrassment. He’d practically doubled over at the ignorance you had to sex. It wasn’t your fault you weren’t taught these things.

“Techno, stop laughing,” You snarled playfully, “What’s so goddamned funny anyway?!”

“It’s just,” He chuckled to himself, “You’re scared of it,”

Your face was now a tomato. He had so much control over your emotions that it’d be dangerous if he weren’t on your side. In this situation, it seemed like he was formulating a plan, and that worried you.

“And?”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, baby,” he returned to his laughter, now quietly snickering to himself about your flat-out fear.

“Look, it’s not something I’m proud of, ok?” You announced, “You should at least be happy since you’re gonna be the one to take it away anyhow,”

He froze on the spot, processing the new information through a few blinks.

“Say that again,” he said.

You rolled your eyes, “You should be happy I’m letting you take my virginity,”

“Right now?”

“Why not?”

You had the all-too-familiar sinking feeling paired with blatant arousal for the third time that week. He carefully advanced towards you, parting his lips softly, leaning down to you for a kiss. It was something you’d done with him many times before, but this time it was different. You knew what was coming, and although your stomach had sunk irreparably, butterflies still managed to flutter to life in it.

You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck as you pushed into the kiss. You could feel him smile as he slipped his tongue in your mouth to roam around. Your thoughts would normally be filled with fears, but now they’d turned to excitement. This was something you’d never done before, and you felt like you couldn’t be in better hands.

You parted to gasp for air, and he followed suit. There was no hesitation to resume once you’d both caught your breaths, and when you put your hand on his heart, you could feel the brisk consistent thumping. At least you weren’t the only nervous one.

He pulled you in closer with his hand on the small of your back, making you sigh into his mouth. His grin was even more noticeable, but now there was something else, too.

At about your waist level, you could feel something slightly hard prodding you. With a jolt, you realised it was him, and the reality of the situation came running back to you.

You pulled away, “Wait,”

He looked at you, concerned, but he did not let you go.

“I- can we take this slow?” You stuttered out.

He nodded at you, “Yeah, I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to,”

You put your hand on his cheek and tried to kiss him, but his mouth was already maiming your neck.

“T-Techno,” You gasped, “Slower, but keep going,”

He mumbled in acknowledgement and proceeded to kiss down your neck until he reached your shirt. He pulled back and watched as you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your bare skin to the cold, harsh air. When his body returned, his heat was very welcomed.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,”

“Ok,” you muttered.

He moved the both of you to a better spot, taking refuge in the bedroom instead of letting it all go down on the couch where Phil could walk in. He locked the door behind him to ward off unwanted visitors, and he shut the curtains roughly. He sat on the bed, now shirtless, and you climbed on top of him, now returning the favour by marking up his neck.

He groaned under you as you did your best to please him. He was harder now than before, and your butterflies were gone. Now all that remained was the pulsing arousal in between your legs. Your fears were more or less out the window for now, but the thought of something inside of you still made you uneasy, so you kept the pace slow hoping to buy yourself some time to prepare.

You’d walked in on him fucking his hand once. You’d been drawn to his room when you heard your name being quietly repeated through the door. When you entered, he quickly put it away and looked as guilty as could be. You’d laughed at him then, but now, you wanted to hear those moans again, and you wanted to feel that yourself.

He gently pushed you off of him, “Are you ready?”

You bit your lip, “Almost,”

He nodded and instructed you to take your pants off, and you complied hastily. This time, he put you where he was sitting and replaced you, effectively switching places with you. He leaned down and kept eye contact with you as he found the slick and began caressing it.

Almost immediately, you felt yourself get dizzy and you instinctually moaned, making Techno laugh above you. You were already enjoying this, but your stomach had yet to come up for air, so the nervousness was becoming overwhelming. Something inside of you told you to get it over with, and you agreed.

With your free hand, you grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it, signalling you were ready.

He looked at you and raised his eyebrows for confirmation and you nodded in reply. Slowly but surely, his finger slipped inside.

It was like a seal had been broken. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, and your nerves began to calm. You shuddered as he pushed in further, reaching places you didn’t know you could even feel. He was right, there was nothing to be afraid of.

With his other hand, he worked himself like he did when you caught him last time. Now, he wasn’t afraid to show his pleasure, and the stupid grin on his face returned. He hastened a little and inserted another finger, now moving them in and out, rubbing against the spot that made you see stars.

It hurt a little now, but most of it was pressure and it was overwhelmed with pleasure so it was barely noticeable. You hadn’t even noticed you’d been moaning until now, and you didn’t stop yourself.

“Techno-“ You squealed, “Fuck,”

He chucked again, clearly enjoying himself. “Fuck, indeed,”

You laughed too, at the stupidness of the situation. Something you’d been so afraid of made you feel like a god. Nothing could stop you now, and you needed him to keep going, you were practically hell-bent on it.

He started moaning quietly above you as well, signalling his end. As for you, your core had suddenly tightened at the third finger which made you whimper. Another new feeling emerged, and it was coming soon.

He sped up some more, making you whine out his name every time he thrust his fingers into you. He was saying yours too, praising you for how well you were doing for your first time. It’s not like his fingers were small, either.

At this point, he was moving like a machine, and you had to clutch onto the bedsheets to get ahold of yourself. Moans came readily from you, no longer even discernable words. You were close, and you made sure he knew it. You squirmed under him as he became sporadic, irregularly pushing his fingers inside of you and curling them when he was in deep.

“Fuck,” He rasped.

At that moment, his dick erupted. As a rope of cum hit your belly, you felt your orgasm release and wash over you, making you shake and stutter. He continued to come, and some of it made it to your face. His fingers were sticky with your slick when they left, making you feel empty but so satisfied.

Tears wet your eyes, making your vision blurry. You were still shaking as he leaned over and laid on top of you, kissing you and wiping the already shed tears off of your cheeks.

“I’m going to go get-“

“No,” You breathed, “Don’t leave,”

You were at your most vulnerable, and you weren’t just going to let him leave like that. In a huff, he stayed with you to clean you as best he could with just his hands. He spooned you and stroked your hair to help you come down from the high. Words were not needed, but you needed him to know.

“I love you, Techno,” You said, “Enough to do it again,”

“I love you, too,” He responded, “And I agree, that sounds very nice,”

You smiled and fell asleep together like that, half under the blankets, covered in slick and cum, but happy in his arms.

#Eli FF #Elias original #Technoblade x reader #techno x reader #technoblade smut #c!techno x reader #c!technoblade #c!technoblade x reader #c!techno #dsmp smut #techno dsmp #dsmp #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #techno mcyt #mcyt #mcyt smut #nsfw #dreamsmp x reader #technoblade #ugh dude i want to fuck c!Techno so fucking much—-

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fuck i forgot to add, and i dont want to edit the thing because im lazy, but theres 3 messages left in my ask folder and im working on outlines for them as well. A couple of them ive worked on a bit and then stopped when the whole fiasco went down, so don’t get too stressed. Any asks you may have sent me that do not have a response are still there and i will get to them in due time. I also have a friend coming to visit for like a while and i dont think they know i write this stuff so the nsfw stuff might be held off until they leave.

uh and there was something else but my brain is on dumb-o mode so-

have a good night !

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Helloo- first of all I hope your mom feels better! Could I request something with techno fingering the reader who never did that to herself since she was scared :] ¿ if you can and want to ofc! Take your time, your and your family's health is more important!

Hey! My mom is much better and she’s going in for surgery on the 15th (low-impact). It’s a little scary but I’ve already been through three invasive surgeries and I know they’re nothing to be afraid of. I am defo going to write that, I’m working on it now, in fact. Look for the tag: #Eli FF so you know when I post it :)

Also THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS??? wha- i did not expect there to be so many of you that actually read my stuff… but thank you so much anyway im like so confused

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hii :) love ur writing and i was wondering if you have a masterlist? If you do i can't find it (｡•́︿•̀｡)

I do, if you’re having trouble finding it, I suggest looking at the top of my page on a computer, but seeing as I can’t find it myself on mobile, I’m also going to make it into a post for y’all

much love, thank you for liking my writing so much