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iamthemain-character · 2 years

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That’s Your Ex?

c!technoblade x goddess! reader, ex!dreamXD x reader, hinted dreamXD x c!georgenotfound

she/her pronouns

TW: none

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You could practically feel the stare; sure enough, as you turned your head towards your partner, he was looking at you as if he had never seen you before.

You straightened up, stretching after being bent over the potato garden for hours. The snow was lightly melting, and you knew that Technoblade enjoyed the moments of sunshine that broke the monotony of snowy tundra.

Collecting the harvested potatoes, you still could feel Techno watching you.

“It’s impolite to stare you know.”

“Art is meant to be looked at.”

Slightly scoffing at the complimentary pickup line, you threw a clump of dirt at your partner. “That was cheesy and you know it.”

Technoblade smiled, getting up and walking over to you. When he reached your side, he held your face in his hands, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks. “Maybe, but you are absolutely gorgeous.”

Technoblade placed a kiss on your forehead before turning and taking his basket of seedling potatoes back towards the house. Collecting up your materials as well, you followed his footsteps.

Just as you were coming around the corner, however, you saw Technoblade standing, his sword drawn. Hearing your footsteps as you approached he held his hand out, warning you to stay back, but you were not so easily wavered. Looking over Techno’s shoulder, you saw what the threat was:

your ex.

More specifically, DreamXD. You two had once had an on again, off again type of relationship, mostly full of grand gifts and excessive flirting on your ex’s part. Eventually you got tired of it and moved on, and later you were rewarded with the love of your life.

But DreamXD was a jealous god, and he had a hard time letting you go. He used to try to win you back, swinging wildly between lavish gifts and intense threats. You knew at the end of the day, however, that he would never lay a hand on you. You both were wise enough to know that no one ever won in a war between gods.

Eventually, you did tire of the constant unwelcome attention, so you moved into the mortal realm. And that was how you met Technoblade and eventually fell in love.

But now DreamXD was here again, determined to ruin the peace. Rolling your eyes, you walked by Techno, arms crossing over your chest as you stopped in front of DreamXD.

“Y/n.” His voice was smooth and echoey this time, the one he used when he wanted to fit in with mortals.

“DreamXD. What are you doing here?”

The god titled his head, playing up innocence. “It’s been a while Y/n, can’t I come see you?”

Scoffing, you shook your head in return. “We both know you don’t just ‘come to see’ people. Please don’t tell me you want me to come back to you again.”

DreamXD paused a moment, considering your words. “You really don’t miss what we had, what we were?”

“No. No DreamXD, I don’t miss you.”

He didn’t respond; he simply stood there and stared at you. He shifted his gaze behind you, looking at Technoblade.

“You fell in love with a mortal.”

You felt Technoblade get closer to you, his sword still drawn in case you needed protection. You smiled despite yourself, trying to appear as neutral as possible. “I did.”

DreamXD nodded again, but he seemed distant, like he was thinking about something entirely different. “These mortals, they do have a strange charm to them, do they not.”

Just as he said those words, a figure came crashing through the tree line. Clad in blue with large, white-rimmed glasses, they approached DreamXD casually.

“Where have you been? You said you were going to help me?” The crisp accent came through, the person impatiently looking at the god.

You watched as DreamXD’s entire body language changed, his attention solely on this one person. You saw him become possessive and obsessive, and you recognized that this must be the “strange charm” DreamXD had just been talking about.

The newcomer started walking away, and DreamXD followed after. Looking back one last time, he nodded, a sign of farewell to you. As the pair disappeared into the distance, you took a deep breath and turned to look at your partner. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Technoblade pulled you in close, touching your foreheads together.

“What the heck was that Y/n?”

“Oh, that was my ex, sorry about that.”

Technoblade blinked a couple times, trying to process this information. “The god of this server is your ex???”

You pressed a kiss to his lips before letting go and walking back to the house, grabbing the potatoes you had previously abandoned. “Don’t worry, he’s just an ex, that’s all.”

“Heh?????”

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theeyoungalabastor · 1 year

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Just finished the first Technoblade drawing of 2023, I am very happy with these results.

(Reference photo used is from: @riviclouds)

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tat3sbbg · 1 year

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mommy can u write a gentle techno smut ¿

i love ur rough ones but a cute praise kink gentle sex one is what im feeling rn :)) ~

Of course :) Sorry I'm so late! This may be short, I'm sorry for being gone so long! I've been having volleyball tournaments and practices lately.

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"Your doing so well darlin', taking me so good." Techno whispered in your ear. He gently rutted into you, holding one of your hands in the process. You moaned softly, the piglin hybrid's ears twitching in response. He whispered soft praises in your ear, as you tangled your fingers in his long, pink hair. As much as Techno loved being rough, he also wanted to make you feel pleasured and loved too. "S' pretty, all mine." He said, kissing your neck. You were so close, wanting to cum so bad. "Can I cum, Tech?" You asked. He smiled down at you. "Of course you can."

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character-dsmp-things · 8 months

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Hi love <33 Could u do like a (platonic) SBI x Reader where the reader's like a teenager, maybe a year younger than tommy? And they're really good with weapons, fighting and pvps? Take ur time on this or feel free to ignore this, have a great day, love. xx

AGH IVE BEEN ABSENT APOLOGIES

C!SBI and Young Fighter Reader

Platonic SBI!!

Techno

Takes to you like a good older brother.

“You know you’re better at this than Tommy. He’s gonna be really upset.”

“I’m gonna actually have to start trying. If you keep it up.”

“You’ve got the mind of a warrior, but do you have the heart.”

Would likely be nit picky about the little mistakes you make, just to give you something to work on. Overall he’d probably bring you out on hunting missions to help train you more for the outside world.

Tommy

The usual sibling rivalry he says he hates you but would fight for you.

“Why do you have to be better than me!”

“It’s not fair! Just because Technoblade likes you more doesn’t mean you’re a better fighter!”

Would likely tattle to Wilbur, or bring him into fights.

Asks for tips 24/7

Wilbur

Probably watches you and techno train.

“Be weary Techno! Y/n is getting pretty good they might just beat you out!”

You’ve probably had to help him out of more than one sticky situation.

“Geez you can handle a sword. Maybe you could teach Tommy a thing or two”

Philza

Feels inclined to protec

You remind him strongly of Techno,

“Nice shot kiddo. You did well.”

“I told you, that you could do it!”

Definitely gifts you nicely crafted swords as gifts.

Hope this is what you wanted!!

#dsmp #dsmp headcanon #dsmp x reader #mcyt #sleepyboisinc #c!tommy #c!wilbur #c!techno #c!philza #c!dsmp x reader #platonic

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kingsleywrites · 11 months

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How They Would React To Seeing Your Top-Surgery Scars

Characters: Tommyinit (Platonic), Tubbo (Platonic), Wilbur (geared towards romantic), Dream (geared towards romantic), Technoblade (Platonic or Romantic)

Fluff

A/N: For whatever reason my mind has only been giving me angst ideas like I like angst but I need some fluff 💀🤚

Y/N will be used (Meaning your name)

CW: swearing

This can be for anyone who has gotten top surgery and needs comfort about their scars (your beautiful no matter what <;3)

Tommy:

When he first sees your scars it doesn't really register in his mind that they are your top surgery scars

He just thinks that they are just scars that you've gotten in one of the countless battles

He definitely thinks they're super cool and asks you a bunch of questions about them.

"Hey Y/N- Woah! Where did you get those scars! These are cool as fuck!"

He would try and start guessing where you got them.

"Did you get them while in the nether? Was there a Piglin that tried to fight you and then they cut you with their tusks? Oh! Did you duel with Dream? or Techno? Did you kick their asses?"

You'd probably have to calm him down and explain to him that you didn't get into a fight and you just got them from top surgery

He would be very understanding of your situation, though he would apologize for jumping to conclusions.

He immediately wants to know if you have other scars and what the stories behind them are.

If you have more and decide to show them to him, he would listen very intently to the stories, and he finds the battles that you've been through (even if they aren't that big) very interesting.

If you have no other scars or you don't want to show him your other scars he is perfectly okay with that, even offering to show you his scars to make you feel better, telling you how he got each of them in a way that makes it interesting to listen too.

"And this one I got from when me and Tubbo were sparring, he felt so bad that he was apologizing for what felt like hours!"

If he ever felt that you were uncomfortable about the topic he would ask if you wanted to change it to make you feel more comfortable.

Overall he just wants to make you feel happy by saying "Hey, it's normal to have scars, and yours are just as valid as any others."

Tubbo:

When he first saw your scars he was really concerned and started panicking asking you a whole bunch of questions

"Y/N, do you wanna- Oh my god! Are you okay? Where did you get these from? Did someone hurt you? You can tell me but I swear if it was Sapnap or something me and Tommy will literally kick his ass!"

After calming him down and explaining to him that no one hurt you and these scars are from your top surgery

He would apologize for jumping to conclusions but he would be a little confused at first, I don't think that he would know a ton about the LGBT community so he would need a little clarification.

"Uh, I'm sorry if i'm overstepping your boundaries and you don't have to answer this if you're uncomfortable but, could you explain to me what top surgery is?"

After knowing exactly what top surgery is he would immediately ask if there's any way that he can help.

Want to try and fade the scars? Words of affirmation about how having these scars make you human or how your struggles are just as valid as anyone else's? Or even if you just want a hug, he'll find some kind of way that he can help you feel comfortable.

Tubbo really just wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin even if he is a little new to the whole LGBT community and how to help.

Wilbur:

Wilbur doesn't bring up your scars unless you come and talk to him about it first.

He starts to check up on you more and more.

"Hey Y/N, how are you doing? Everything is alright right?"

Just little check ups until you're ready to tell him about it.

If he ends up seeing your scars more than once he might bring it up at that point.

"Hey, um, what are those scars on your chest, if you don't mind me asking?"

Once you tell him that they're your top surgery scars he pulls you into a hug and assures you that he will always love and care about you no matter what.

Basically he will just praise the hell out of you, tell you how amazing you are, how brave you are for going through the surgery, how pretty and handsome and beautiful and cute you are.

Every time he walks by you he will just give you a kiss on the head as reassurance

He never wants you to feel like you are a burden

He will go to Fundy for advice on how to help and if there is anything that he should do to comfort you further.

Just a sweet guy who wants you to feel loved and appreciated.

Dream:

First thought is that someone hurt you and he wants to know who so he can kill the fucker

"Hey Y/N- what happened? No, No it isn't nothing, what happened. It matters because who every hurt you will have about five seconds to count their fucking blessings before I kill them."

You being you might respond with something snarky like "hey the doctor who gave me top surgery shouldn't die, I'm living my best life because of them!"

To which he responds with a mental facepalm and he gives you a hug

He just wants to protect you and sometimes takes it too far

Your chest becomes his new favorite part about you

Every time he gets the chance he will give you a kiss to remind you how much he cares

Cuddling where his head is buried in your chest? Expect him to be kissing your chest till one of y'all falls asleep.

"What? Can I not kiss my beautiful lover and give them all of the love they deserve?"

Technoblade:

Like Wilbur, Techno won't bring your scars up unless you make conversation about it

The difference is, He won't bring it up no matter how many times he sees your scars

I feel like with how many battles Techno had been in he has his own collection of scars some of which he would like to fade away and to never be talked about or brought into existence again.

So he won't talk till you want to talk

Once you do tell him he would say something like:

"Oh that's what those are? Yeah I've seen them before."

When questioning why he didn't say anything he would say something along the lines of:

"We all have our own scars, some you can see, some you can't, some you're fine with the world seeing and some you wish that they would disappear because they remind you of something that you want to block out and forget entirely. I've had my fair share of scars that should fade away just like those painful memories. I would hate to bring you back to a place that you wanted to forget."

As for comfort, he isn't too big on it, not because he doesn't want to give it to you but because he doesn't know how, maybe the occasional word or words of affirmation or hugs when you need them, but anything else and he would need Phil's help on what to do.

He is a great listener though, so if you ever need to vent he'll be the guy to go to.

Techno is just a piglin with a soft heart for you and he would hate to make you uncomfortable.

*****

Another one done! My apologies if this isn't the best I have never done headcanons before so this was new to me. I also tried to keep it gender neutral as I know not only trans males get top surgery so I wanted to make it as inclusive as possible so I'm sorry if things are too geared towards trans males.

Word Count: 1255

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ceramicoranges · 5 months

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red eyed crows

in which tommy reunites with his old friend, that may just save him

y/n has she/her pronouns lowercase intentional :)

“tommy, you thought you were so smart, hm,” dream smiled manically down at tommy. "you thought you could escape me, and take the disks, right," he swung his sword. “hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna die now, bitch.”

tommy had been soo close, but all because of that stupid berry bush, that made him trip, made him slip up. he was so close to his disks, his disks, had his disks, dream ha-”

“wrong place for this shit, dream.” a cold voice interrupted. “although… i do need those lives.” the woman grinned wickedly, before adding on, “but not infront of my castle, bitch.”

“yea dream, fuck off.”

“you heard the kid.” she shrugged. the woman scraped her axe along the stone bricks and hefted it onto her shoulders.

“i- uh, what?” dream gaped.

tommy did too. he imagines he looks like a better goldfish, better at gaping, because he's big man tommyinni-

“fuck off.”

dream saluted.

“til we meet again then, princess.”

and off dream scampered.

tommy liked to pretend dream didn't fall backwards off the cliff face, and especially that he didn't wink at the woman because that wouldn't be poggers, but tommy did like to imagine that dream didn't water bucket mlg and he imagined that dream's death message appeared in the air.

tommy snickered to himself. oh shit. the poggest woman ever that saved his ass was staring at him.

“ok, so uh, um-”

“long time no see, tomathy.” she smiled softly.

“YOU, YOU KNOW...ME? and,” tommy puffed up his chest. “it is actually big man tommy-”

“yea, of course. do you remember me?”

tommy faltered. he, totally remembered her, he wasn't aging! unlike wilbur-

“no?”

“oh. it's y/n.”

authors note:

first time asudh,ksjd might continue (maybe? part one of my technoblade x reader series)

#mcyt x reader #dsmp #dsmp au #technoblade x reader #techno x reader #dsmp x reader #dsmp techno #dsmp fanfic #dream smp #tommyinnit #dream #technoblade #fanfic #y/n #x y/n #reader

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stuff-from-the-void-matron · 1 year

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Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (19)

(c!technoblade x fem!reader) (?who knows at this point..)

(*SCREAMING UNTIL MY VOICE IS GONE* hahahaha i'm finally done with this devil forsaken chapter! I literally cannot articulate HOW hard this chapter was, for who knows what reason! I don't know why but this chapter was a struggle. like some trial a fucking greek god would give me to make me stronger or whatever. but.. I did it finally. PLEASE reblog and comment so I can feel like the pain I went through was worth it y'all 😭🥺👉👈)

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Bored.

That’s been his general state of things for about.. I don’t know, maybe 5 months? At least since he’d finished taking part in that last pvp tournament on the championship battle server. But the battle season has finished and he’s not found anything new to hold his attention.

And Phil was busy working on a new build that's taken up his attention. And Techno would help but he knows Phil wants to do it himself, the man is so picky about his builds so Techno just leaves him be. Usually by now someone would have got in contact to hire him for his war faring services. Some kingdom or warring faction, looking for someone well versed in battle and strategy to help them turn the tides. But-

A yellow feather fluttering into his field of vision followed by the sound of flapping wings made the red eyed hybrid look up to see an incoming parrot holding a rolled up letter tied to its leg.

“Well, speak of the devil or whatever,” Techno said in his usual monotone drawl as the parrot landed on his shoulder.

It held its leg out and he took the offered scroll before reaching into his inventory to grab some seeds to feed it. Then once it was happily munching away he unrolled the letter, wondering which server it could be from. Probably some new upstart one inhabited by a bunch of idiots with conflicting opinions who don’t realize they can just go separate directions and end it. That was usually how it went. People were all the same. They find out their opinions don’t match up, they bicker over it, they fight, someone invariably gets killed, they wage war, and then rinse and repeat.

But as he read the letter he realized it wasn’t from just anybody. It was from Wilbur, Philza’s kid. Jeez, he hasn’t seen him in what feels like one hundred years.

Huh, when was the last time he’d seen the bespectacled boy? He actually can’t recall. He thinks back, far back, scouring his memory for instances with Wilbur. He remembers his round glasses, his warm yellow sweater, and his love for anything music. Techno recalls how Wilbur had always detested battle, fighting, anything like that. Hell, he hadn’t even liked wearing armor, even when it was for his own good. Which Techno thought was both foolish and endearing. He himself was always suited to battle, falling into it like how a bird takes to the skies. But he’d always seen Wilbur as so far removed from being suitable for violence.

All the younger man had ever said he wanted to do was sing, play music, and write. He truly had the heart of a poet, that was for sure. Getting him to learn some basic defense so he could travel to the nearby villages on his own without being a sitting duck had been similar to pulling teeth for Philza, his son always treating the lessons like a chore. But he and Phil had managed to teach him enough self defense so he could be safe out on his own, at least from the mobs. And once that was handled then Philza didn’t feel so worried leaving his boy home alone, meaning he and Techno could go traveling again.

And Wilbur hadn’t been bothered by this either, seeming to enjoy having some time to himself when his father and Techno were out. They always came home to Wilbur playing his guitar either outside in the yard, enjoying the sun, or inside by the fire to stay cozy. He’d been perfectly content.

And then one day they came home and Wilbur hadn’t been alone like he’d always been before. He’d had some kid with him, a little boy who actually bore a strong resemblance to Philza, what with his blond hair and blue eyes. That had been more than a shock, he’ll admit. Walking in and seeing Wilbur with some random kid they’d never seen before, just sitting on the floor in front of the couch like it was no big deal.

Yeah, that had been Tommy, and according to Wilbur he’d found him eating out of the trash in the village so he’d brought him home. Of course. When Philza asked where Tommy’s parents were, the kid had wrinkled his nose and said they were probably at home. That had turned into them grilling the kid, trying to figure out where their house was so Wilbur could return him.

But Tommy had kicked up a huge fuss, shouting about how he left on his own and he was never going back. From how he’d described it, his parents hadn’t been the best. Not even close actually, they’d sounded like shit to be honest. I mean if your toddler is willing to up and leave with zero intention of going back to you, like 100% willing to eat out of the trash instead of staying with you then yeah you’re probably a shit tier parent.

Wilbur had begged Philza to let Tommy stay with them. He had nowhere else to go and leaving him out on the street seemed messed up and he was so little, it’s not like he’d take up much space anyways. Yeah, Wilbur admitted the kid kinda ate a lot but no more than he guessed all kids ate… But they had a huge garden and some cows so it wasn’t a huge deal, right?

Techno had been against it, they’d JUST started getting back to traveling again since Wilbur was old enough and capable enough to look after himself now. He’d argued that they didn’t need another little gremlin running around touching their stuff. He’d been eyeing the little blond boy as he stared openly at Techno’s own enchanted sword that was strapped to his belt. He’d tucked it into his inventory to keep it away from the kid and his no doubt grimy little fingers.

But Philza had always been such a sap when it came to Wilbur and his ‘sad boy eyes’. So he’d ended up folding like a house of cards pretty quick, though he’d warned Wilbur that the kid, Tommy, was his responsibility. Philza wasn’t going to start looking after him when he’d not had any hand in taking him in. So Tommy’s well being was now solely in Wilbur’s hands.

Phil had actually been really serious at that part, asking Wilbur if he knew what he was getting into? Because Phil knew how hard it was to care for a child, it was exhausting and sometimes thankless, and you can’t just stop whenever you want because someone defenseless now relies on you.

Wilbur hadn’t been dissuaded though, and pulled the shorter boy close in a half hug, saying he’d be the best big brother ever! Nevermind the child had started gnawing on the arm Wilbur had around him.. Techno couldn’t help but roll his eyes back then and even now as he remembered that promise. But Wilbur seemed happy at least, and neither Phil nor Techno would have to take care of the kid so it hadn’t been so bad. And later when they were alone Phil shared that he was actually glad that Wilbur wouldn’t be alone at home anymore. He’d felt bad leaving his boy all alone, even though he could defend himself.

Techno assured him that Wilbur was a big boy now, practically an adult himself. So he didn’t need Phil worrying about him so much. Phil had laughed and said that was true but he couldn’t stop worrying, it was a parent thing. You never truly stop worrying about your kid. Techno figured that made sense but still told Phil that that was one of the reasons why he wasn’t having kids, too much stress. Techno’s a busy guy, he can’t be losing sleep over some helpless nerds. That had gotten Phil to laugh, which had been Techno’s goal. So, goal accomplished.

Things had been good after that. At least that’s how Techno remembered them to be. Him and Phil would travel and explore to their heart’s content, coming back to the house every now and again to take a break and check up on the brunet and blond. The kid grew like a weed, looking taller and taller with each visit. Him and Wilbur growing closer in height as well as their bond, soon acting like true brothers.

Wilbur had been so happy, and Techno remembers the last time he’d seen him. Him and Phil returned home for another short time between tournaments. They’d walked up to the forest surrounded property they’d called home to see Wil lounging against the porch, guitar in hand with Tommy chasing around a bee, trying to catch it.

They looked so peaceful. And Techno thought that’d never change.

..But reading his letter now made Techno’s stomach sink a bit.

Wilbur was asking for his help. His professional help.. Looks like he’d joined a server not too long ago and started his own nation; L’manberg. Technoblade couldn’t help but close his eyes in annoyance while pinching the bridge of his nose at hearing that. Nothing good ever came from governments, if he’d said that once he’s said it a million times. To the point where if he were a cartoon character from the 80’s then it’d be his damn catchphrase. But people just keep making and joining governments, even Wilbur it seemed..

And from the tone of the letter it looked like Wilbur was in big trouble.

Techno scrubbed his hand down his face, his snout scrunching as he turned the letter over in his mind a few times before sighing and taking out his ender chest. With some mild annoyance he decided to help Wilbur out with his war. Better than sitting around being bored out of his mind at any rate. So he composed a letter back to the brunet, letting him know his services wouldn’t be cheap just because they knew each other, but he’d gladly help him turn the tides. Once that letter was done he handed it over to the parrot, watching it fly off back to Wilbur.

Then on a whim he decided to compose another letter, this time to Phil, letting him know what his son was up to. But knowing the winged man, he’d probably just find the whole thing amusing.

“Well.. I better get packed while I wait for Wilbur’s reply,” Techno said before heading back to his house.

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You carried Azo in your arms as the four of you walked back to L’manburg from the nether portal. Internally you were still seething at Wilbur, you knew what he’d done, to a child of all people. You knew Wilbur, deeper and more intimately than he would ever be comfortable with. But you’d held out hope he’d never sink so low as to harm a child.. You’d really clung to the sliver of hope, despite everything you’d seen him do in the lore streams..

But now you knew with a sad certainty how low he was willing to go for what he wanted. And you wanted nothing more than to sink your teeth into his throat and rend his esophagus from its place in his neck before crushing his skull between your palms. Your jaws ached with the fervent desire to cause the vile bastard as much pain physically as he’d caused you and your children mentally and emotionally.

Though instead of succumbing to those feral desires you instead took a long measured breath in through your nose before letting it out through your mouth, just trying to calm your white hot rage since you needed to focus on the three kids you had with you and not the dead man walking over in fuckin Pogtopia~

You all got to your house and you mentally focused on how too small it was for your family now. Tommy and Tubbo already had their own rooms at your place despite each having their own homes elsewhere. You noticed they usually stayed here at night to sleep, which you were fine with. You preferred it actually, knowing they were safe in bed at night under your roof. But with Azo staying here full time you’d need to make her her own bedroom.

Planning that out calmed your rage thankfully. Turned the magma level heat into a soft manageable simmer. Looking down at the little piglin in your arms made you feel so much better. Things weren’t perfect, no, but you’re just so glad she’s okay. You almost lost her and the thought makes your heart feel like it was being tugged out of your chest. But she’s okay. Things are okay.

You remind yourself of this as you carry your baby through the threshold of your, and now her, home. You breathe and stop at the kitchen, telling the three it’s around lunch time and you’d make them some food. Both boys cheered and sat at the table, while you sat Azo on your hip with one arm while using the other to grab some stuff out of the ice box you kept around to hold food for the two teens.

Azo watched you pull things out with curiosity, not sure what any of them were. Which sent a pang of sadness through you because you know you’ve let her try most of these before but she clearly didn’t remember it. Though you cheered yourself up with the knowledge that she could just try them all over again, rediscover her favorites and least favorites. You still remember the way her little snout had wrinkled up in distaste when she’d first tried a slice of lemon. That had been hilarious and you’d wished you had some way to record it to keep the memory forever, but oh well.

“Mum, can you make us some of that fruit flower tea?” Tubbo asked from his spot at the table.

You smiled and said sure, and reached into the cabinet for the jar of tea you’d made for them not too long ago. You figured a warm meal and warm tea would be better for Azo right now since introducing her to cold stuff in the Overworld, which was already colder than the Nether, would be too much too soon. You noticed with a frown that she already seemed to be chilly. So while the tea was steeping you went over to the couch and grabbed the wool throw off the back and wrapped it snugly around her shoulders. She snorted happily at the sudden barrier from the chill this new world seemed to have.

“We’re gonna have to get you some new clothes, kiddo. Some that keep you warmer than your current ones do,” You said as you went to put some meat skewers onto the smoker and some potatoes in the furnace to bake.

You hummed and swayed your hips back and forth slowly as you watched the food cook. Then the tea was ready and you took Azo to the table and pulled a couple books from your inventory before sitting them on the chair, then you set her on top of them so she could reach the tabletop. She snuggled into the blanket around her while you went to fix the tea.

After giving each kid a cup you finished up the food and sat with them so they could eat. You idly listened as Tubbo and Tommy both talked to Azo, telling her all about L’manberg and their friends, and how they were going to show her around soon maybe.

You just let yourself zone out, taking comfort in your kids all being safe in one place right now.

-0-

Quackity had thought over what he and Reader had discussed the day they started rebuilding the White House. She said he had to make a decision since Schlatt had basically bailed on L’manberg. And she’d also said he’d deserved better than how Schlatt treated him. He’d honestly not wanted to think about that. Because thinking about her words made him throw his entire relationship into question. Did he deserve better than Schlatt? He wasn’t sure how to answer that. If he did then why did he deserve better?

He didn’t want to start dumping on Schlatt, because they’d honestly had so many good times together. Great ones. They’d vibed so well while dating, Quackity can’t count how many times the ram had made him laugh his ass off. Just them two hanging out, sharing some drinks, spending nights out on the town in other SMPs, it was some of the best times of Quackity’s life. Even now, thinking about those times brought a smile (and soft flush) to the duck hybrids face. I mean Schlatt was charismatic, funny, and knew how to make his knees feel like jelly. Plus he had a few other good qualities he didn’t want to focus on too much in public..

But his smile faded away as those sweet memories made way for the not so sweet ones. Things had been great, yeah, but only when Schlatt wasn’t in a bad mood. Now that Quackity actually thinks about it there was always the worry of Schlatt’s good mood evaporating looming over their relationship. If he wasn’t happy then his bad mood sucked the good atmosphere right out of the room. It could be suffocating. The first few times it happened he’d try to give the ram hybrid some space, figuring he’d get over it. But that usually led to arguments, Schlatt asking if Quackity planned to leave any time things weren’t going perfect. That’d made him feel like shit, so he’d started doing all he could to keep the good vibes going.

Quackity isn’t sure when he’d gotten used to it but soon things fell into a rhythm of things being super great and awesome followed by something pissing on Schlatt’s good mood, then him being an asshole, Quackity doing everything he could think of to cheer him up, and then everything repeating in that cycle. It could feel exhausting at times but he just supposed that was just how relationships were supposed to be. But after what Reader said.. he was starting to question if that was right or not. He’d been so conflicted that he’d broken down and asked Karl for advice for a ‘friend of his’ who was having relationship issues.

He’d lied and said it was for a girl he was friends with on another server who was having issues with her girlfriend. Karl had listened to his edited version of events and told Quackity his friend was in a not very good relationship and she should break up with her girlfriend before things got even worse. That had just made his stomach sink further but he played it cool and thanked Karl for hearing him out, and he’d talk to his friend later and tell her what he thought she should do. Karl gave him a sweet smile and wrapped his arm around the dark haired male in a side hug before replying,

“Don’t worry, man. That’s what friends are for. Tell your friend if she needs any help leaving then she can come to us, we’ll help her out of there no problem.”

Quackity couldn’t help the smile hearing this gave him and said he’d let her know.

That’d been hours before and he knew he needed to message Reader and tell her where he stood. It wasn’t good to leave things ambiguous with her, not regarding his allegiance to L’manberg.. She’d messaged him earlier that morning, asking if he was doing alright. He hadn’t replied, wanting to talk to someone else about what he was thinking first. But he knew he couldn’t leave her on read for much longer.

But just as he was getting ready to open his communicator.. it chimed.

He sighed, thinking it was Reader. But when he checked it his throat closed up.

‘Schlatt whispers to you: can we talk?’

Quackity gulped, trying to dislodge the lump in his throat as he read and reread the message at least 7 times. Curses ran through his head as he sat up on his couch, still staring down at the device on his wrist. He tore his eyes away, harshly scrubbing his hand down his face, just trying to calm his racing heart as he tried to focus on one thought at a time. Okay, okay, okay- he needed to relax, just- He jumped when his communicator chimed again. And when he looked back down at it anxiously he paused..

‘Schlatt whispers to you: please babe, come on

‘Schlatt whispers to you: i miss you

The duck hybrid stared down at the screen hard, biting his lip enough to draw a drop of blood as he did. Then with shaky hands he started forming a reply…

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#LW&AT #Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth #LWAT #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #potentially other ships with reader #c!quackity #Reader #Azo #c!tubbo #c!tommy #c!techno #c!wibur

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120-slut · 4 months

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dream smut . female reader

dom dream does things to me ///-///

your father was hosting yet another dinner party, the long dinner table lined with friends and family. everyone was boasting about your final year in college, wanting to hear all about your studies and achievements.

dream had his eyes set on you the entire night, relaxing into his seat besides you while silently listening to your conversations. he’d catch you glancing his way, a faint blush creeping across your face every time you notice he was already staring. you were so irresistible, and that little skirt of yours wasn’t doing much to suppress his erotic thoughts.

it took all of dream's strength not to take you upstairs and fuck you right there and then. but he had to think of something a little more subdue for the time being.

while you were in the midst of speaking with a family friend, you felt his heavy hand resting on your thigh. your breath hitched for a second, slowly looking down at your lap and soon towards the older man besides you. dream kept an expressionless look, all while gently caressing your soft skin.

“go on.” he’d instruct you to continue with your conversation, nodding towards the family friend across the table.

you blinked at him timidly, trying to process exactly what was happening at that very moment. “yeah. sorry. where was i? uh..” your attention fell back onto your discussion, your speech a little staggered and quiet.

dream's hand crept up your thigh, dipping his hand between the soft flesh. his fingertips were teasing the edge of your panties, maintaining a stoic look while watching you struggling to speak. it was amusing watching you squirm in your chair, trying to stifle the little whimpers from his touch.

he’d feel your plush thighs start to squeeze around his large hand, a subtle smirk painting his lips. it was inappropriate, but the man wanted to touch his girl a little. you were too pretty not to fondle.

you were starting to lose your composure, it was so easy to get you worked up. ghost analysed you every reaction, watching you slowly succumb to his subtle touch. he could feel the heat building between your legs, knowing how wet you were already becoming. god, he wanted to pump his fingers inside your sweet pussy and turn you into a slutty mess in front of the table. the thought alone was making his thick cock throb inside his jeans.

he soon pressed the pad of his thumb against your panties, slowly rubbing circles into your needy clit.

“n-no…it’s been pretty…auughh…p-pretty easy.”

the family friend gave you an incredulous look, mistaking your moan for a pained groan. “you okay?”

“yeah, you doin’ alright, love?” dream drawled with a sly grin, applying a little more pressure against your panties. those languid movements of his thumb soon starting to pick up its pace.

you could barely get a word out as your hips began to buck, biting your lower lip as dream rubbed your pulsing clit. your slick was beginning to seep through the lace fabric, your desperate hole starting to clench around nothing. “y-yeah…i’m good.”

“s’good to hear, doll.” dream chuckled, your desperate mewls were music to his ears. he had no intentions of making this evening easy for you.

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unhonest-iago · 7 months

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Birds & the Bees

Synopsis; how the birds & the bees conversation goes w/ Philza, Jschlatt, & Techno (separately)

Philza

Awkward as f, uses the word ‘mate’ a lot (not meaning friend), mentions how some species mate for life and how that could apply to hybrids

'be careful who you canoodle with, some species mate for life'

'i remember when i first met my mate, the goddess of death'

'i don't know about foxes but crows mate for life'

you know, the usual amount of trauma that comes from the birds and the bees talk

Jschlatt

Absolute worst, is drunk when he gives the talk

Goes into so much graphic detail

Doesn’t even cover stuff that he should; like how certain types of lubes can only be applied to toys based on material

Wasn’t going to even give you the talk until he remembered his dad giving him the talk and figured he should get it out of the way

Passed out afterwards, never bringing it up or mentioning it again

It ends up being one of the few memories you have when he dies

Techno

Probably doesn’t bother to give the talk as he thinks you’re old enough to know the consequences of unsafe sex

That said, he’s comfortable answering any questions, as he’ll probably just hand you a book that has the information

Not the ‘your body is changing’ type but like a genuine thing or at the very least craft up a pamphlet for ya

Keeps it short and sweet

#iago writes #x reader #dsmp techno #dsmp jschlatt #dsmp philza #philza #schlatt #techno #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #techno x reader #schlatt x reader #philza x reader #mcytblr #dsmpblr #mcyt #dsmp

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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DUDE IMAGINE SBI WILBUR AND TECHNO BOTH HAVING A CRUSH ON YOU AND FIGHTING OVER YOU. Might write some fics about it tbh. Thoughts? Ideas? 👀

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hatchetislostpog · 2 years

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Techno: Ok so-

Y/n: We leave at dawn, the food and hotels have been arranged

Techno: ...ok what about the-

Y/n: No worries I've got your snacks and blankets

Techno: ...I love you

#techno x reader #technoblade x reader #technoblade #dsmp #dream smp imagine #dsmp x y/n #dsmp imagine #dream smp x reader #dsmp headcanon #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #mcyt imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp x you

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kywaslost · 2 years

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c!Technoblade x sbi!sibbling Reader

A/N: I've been meaning to post this all week and just haven't gotten around to it. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Warning: sensory overload

The chilled air nipped at your exposed arms as you sat on the roof of your older brother’s cabin. It was a particularly chilly night. A snow storm was passing through and large snowflakes kissed your flushed cheeks. You wiped at your nose, sniffling softly. You were for sure going to catch a cold, but you didn’t care. The houses below you were loud. You could hear Wilbur yelling at Tommy, then a loud crash coming from the tunnel that connected Techno’s house to Philza’s. Then you could hear Phil yelling.

You occasionally went through periods of time when you were sensitive to certain senses. Right now you were feeling particularly sensitive to sound, and the only way to escape your rambunctious family was to retreat to the roof. You brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly. You were slowly dissociating, vision going hazy. You covered your ears and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Y/N?” a gruff voice called out behind you, but you didn’t hear it. “Are you ok?” When you didn’t respond, the man stepped closer to you. Technoblade was a big man, tall and muscular, and he was afraid he’d fall through the roof if he moved the wrong way. He crouched down beside you and rested a hand on your shoulder. “You’re going to get sick.” His hand brushed against your neck and he pulled his hand away. “N/N, you’re freezing!”

Techno froze when he heard your small whimper, flinching away from him slightly.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, slowly pulling his giant red cloak off of his shoulders. He gently draped it over your shoulders, pulling the hood over your head to keep you warm. Techno pulled you under his arm and into his side. “Is something wrong?”

You whimpered again and pulled the cloak tighter around you. “Sound.” Techno hummed in understanding.

“Oh, I see,” he said softly. “Would you like me to take you down to my basement? You can’t stay out here any longer, and it’s hard to hear down there.”

“I can’t move,” you answered again. “‘M too cold.”

“I’ll carry you.” Your brother picked you up gently, then slowly made his way back to the open window that he used to get to the roof. He stepped into the study room, then the hallway. He walked down several flights of stairs and opened the spruce door to the basement. There was a narrow hallway, and on one side was an opening to the storage room. The other side was a small gathering room with a fireplace and a few seating places.

Technoblade lowered you to the couch before turning around. He pulled a flint-n-steel from his inventory and lit the fireplace across the room. He then crouched in front of you again.

“Is this better?” he asked softly. “Is it quiet enough?” You nodded slightly, tugging the cloak tighter again.

“Yeah, thanks Tech,” you murmured.

Your older brother smiled gently and pushed some wet hair from your face. Feeling how cold you still were worried him and he frowned. “You’re so cold. And pale.” He stood again, his form towering over you. “I am going to ask Phil to help me get a change of clothes. Is it ok if I leave you here for a moment?” You nodded again and watched the piglin hybrid leave the room.

He returned a few minutes earlier with dry clothes in his hands. He held them out to you. “I’ll step out for a moment so you can change.”

When you settled back onto the couch, Techno stepped back into the room. He was carrying a large, fluffy blanket, tossing it over you before sitting beside you. You crawled over to him and buried yourself into his side. He let you settle down before wrapping an arm around you. The two of you stayed like this until you had calmed down further. Techno was right when he said that you couldn’t hear anything from his basement. Your senses were returning to normal and you no longer felt anxious and on edge.

“Phil’s gonna come down here soon,” Techno hummed softly. “He’s worried. As he always is.”

You let out a soft huff as a laugh. “It’s ok. I’ve calmed down now. Thank you, Tech.” Your brother rubbed your arm gently.

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He hesitated a moment. “It, it happens to me, too. Sensory overload, I mean. So, I guess I know how to help with it.”

You wanted to respond but was interrupted by a soft knock. “May I come in?”

You peeked over your shoulder to see your father, Phil. Technoblade gave him the go-ahead to come in, and the older man crouched down in front of you and your brother. He ran a gentle hand through your hair.

“Hey, honey,” he cooed softly. “Y’alright?” He frowned slightly. “Ender, you’re cold.”

“I’m alright,” you answered. “Tech helped me.”

Phil smiled up at his eldest son. “Yeah, he’s good at that when he wants to.”

“Can I stay down here for a bit longer?” you asked quietly. “It’s quiet. And warm.”

“As long as you need to,” Techno answered. “I like the company.

#dsmp #dsmp x reader #dream smp #teachnoblade #techno #tech #x reader #comfort #teachnoblade x reader comfort #sbi #sbi x reader #sbi x reader comfort #tw: sensory overload

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