How to Kiss (with fangs)
Characters: c!Techno x gn!reader
Summary: You and Technoblade are childhood friends and an innocuous visit to his cabin ended up trapping you with him for a week straight. While trying to annoy him, you asked how he kissed with his fangs, and you soon got a first-hand look at how it's done.
Warnings: None (it's fluff :3)
----------- This was for an ask! I hope you enjoy anon!! -----------
You set out on what was supposed to be a weekend trip, there to see Techno and get up to some mischief like old times. As kids, you’d ransack Phil’s house and harass Will together. No matter what happened, you two always ended up in some sort of trouble and Phil would have to come to rescue you.
You came to the cabin, partly out of boredom, at the worst time possible. The blizzard hit the night you arrived, trapping you in the house with Techno for a week. You were sure the storm had to let up soon, but every morning, the house was dark. The snow still piling up outside while you two huddled together for warmth, not that he needed it.
Eventually, he got tired of talking. He was never much for small talk, but especially now since you’d run out of even remotely interesting things to talk about. He tried to read to you, but you were restless.
“I told you if you didn’t move, I’d just pretend you weren’t there.”
Earlier, trying to get his attention, you’d sat on the ottoman of his armchair, where he usually rested his feet while he read. You thought it’d bother him, but after asking you to move multiple times, he just decided to best you and he swung his legs onto your lap, trapping you there.
“Well, now I’m just going to annoy you until you move your legs.”
“Feel free,” He said, reaching for the book on the table next to him. He always looked studious with his reading glasses on, the little fangs poking out of his mouth being especially cute when he focused.
“Weather’s pretty crazy, huh?” You said for the second time that day, you know it got on his nerves, and so you made a point to asking as often as possible.
“Are you going to do this all night?”
“Until you let me get up.”
“You’re just going to annoy me somewhere else. At least here you’re predictable.”
He was right, you thought, but you might as well make the most of it. “Where’d you get these boots?”
“You know I make my own clothes.”
“Yeah, I’ve seen you make stuff.” You poked his foot, pretending to look at the stitching. “I remember when I accidentally ripped your cape and you had to stitch it up.”
“Still mad about that.”
“Sorry,” You flicked the toe of the boot, “I mean, it was the first time I’d seen you sew. I didn’t know you knew how.”
This was getting nowhere. You huffed, looking at the fire that was roaring a minute ago, now only crackling away over a pile of ash. You’d have to add another log to the fire soon, but he wasn’t letting his feet up anytime soon. You were already getting cold.
“The fire’s dying.”
“Yep, thank god we’re both nether-dwellers,” He looked up sarcastically, “Oh wait, you’re not.”
“Techno,” You whined, kicking your feet against the foot of his chair.
“Let me up, I want to stoke the fire,” You looked at him, pretending to shiver, “I’m already cold!”
“In a minute.”
Alright, well now it was back to your old tactics. If he wouldn’t respond to annoyance or pouting, you’d have to bring out the big guns.
“Remember when Phil caught you putting ice in Will’s pillowcase?”
“Yes, I do.”
“He deserved it,” You said, “But he brought you out in front of Will and made you apologize.”
“And then he made me apologize to you for pinning it on you.”
“I remember. Maybe I should put ice in your pillowcase for trying to pull one over on me.”
“I don’t keep ice in my house, you’d have to get from some outside,” He looked briefly at you, “And you’re already dying in here.”
So much for that plan. Maybe it wasn’t embarrassing enough, you had to dig deeper.
“What about…” You drew a blank.
“Have you ever kissed anyone?”
His eyes looked up from his book, squinting at you, trying to read your expression.
“You know I haven’t,”
“I mean I dunno, you must keep some secrets from me…”
“But you have a habit of knowing everything about everyone, you’d probably somehow know before I did.”
There was a pause, your train of thought got away from you, now you were just thinking about kissing him.
“How’d you think you’d kiss someone?”
He took a deep breath, “What do you mean?”
“Like, with your fangs, how would you, ya know…” You made some elaborate hand gestures, which confused him more, “With the fangs and all…”
“Um, I guess I’d be really careful.”
“But how? Show me.”
His face went bright pink, ears nearly red. You hit the sweet spot. He moved his legs off of you, tucking them onto his chair, propping up his book. Victory. You stood, grabbing a log for the fire. You slowly brought the flames back to life, blowing lightly on the embers, igniting the driest bits of bark.
“No, but seriously,” You walked over to his armchair and put your head on the top of the chair, tilting your head to look at him.
“Seriously what?” His face was still slightly flushed.
“How do you kiss with the fangs? I’m actually curious.”
“I don’t know if I could describe it.”
“Well, I mean we’ve got time to waste.”
His eyes darted to you and then back to the book, taking mental note of the page number so he could come back to it.
“What are you saying?” He turned his body to face yours, getting awkwardly close. You backed up and his head followed you to the front of the chair, expression never changing.
“I mean,” You poked one of his fangs, testing its sharpness, “That could hurt someone,”
“You’re pretty tough,”
Now you had each other turning pink. You wanted to hide your face, but that would mean he’d be winning. Besides, you wanted to see if he actually had the guts to kiss you.
“Then do it,” you taunted.
He rolled his eyes and leaned in, inviting you to do the same. Am I really doing this? Am I kissing my best friend? You leaned in. He put his hand on your cheek to steady you, any wrong move would mean you’d have a tooth in your face.
You got close enough to see the details on the rims of his glasses, and you could make out tiny trios of skulls engraved in gold. Your lips were practically touching, and you whispered, “Careful, I don’t want to have to explain to Phil why my lip is busted,”
He pulled away ever so slightly, “Wait, how do I actually do this?”
You laughed. He didn’t think he’d get that far, he was just trying to psych you out, secretly hoping you’d go for it.
“Let's just try, we can figure it out as we go,”
He went back in, tilting his head, trying to get purchase on your bottom lip. “No, that's not right,”
“You got this, Techno.”
This time, you managed to get one, mouths closed.
“Alright, just let me,” You blurted, holding his face.
You went for it, full force, slightly startling Techno. You forced his lips open with your tongue, freeing his bottom lip of his fangs. From there he got the hang of it.
You both sat there for a while, exploring each other’s mouths. All things considered, he wasn’t a bad kisser. Something inside of you stirred, a long-buried crush on Techno reawakening at that moment.
You smiled into the kiss and put your arms around his neck. You swirled your tongue around his fangs, testing their sharpness, daring him to bite down. He didn’t, he was being cautious, almost like he sincerely enjoyed it.
You both parted for air, staring at each other for a while afterwards, basking in the moment.
“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” You mocked, your face still burned bright pink and you felt hot to the touch.
“We should do this again sometime,”
“Maybe during a blizzard or something…”
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2, 5, 37 for sawyer and isla 💖
2. what are their favourite possessions? why? (sentimentality, history, price, etc)
the bow and arrow sawyer uses is the one his dad gave him for his 18th birthday. even though many merchants have tried to convince him to upgrade, it reminds sawyer of his dad taking him out into the bayou, teaching him how to use it. instead of upgrading, he keeps getting it enchanted.
when isla was 14, when she was turned, her grandmother marina gave her a pendant that had been in their family for generations. chester’s mom had given it to her on their wedding day. soon after news got out that the willoughbys had been turned, a high bounty had been placed on their family. there was an attack when chester and marina were out for a walk one evening and chester lived, marina didn’t. marina always saw isla’s value, encouraging her as much as castor. now, this pendant is all isla has left as most of marina’s belongings went to her mother.
5. what’s their reputation like? does this reputation contrast what they’re really like?
over the years, sawyer has achieved a great reputation. his services are popular among new orleans elite, with supernatural and humans alike. he does his jobs swiftly and quietly, though some complain about him being cold, they associate him with a certain dryness. he’s goes by “the bandit” as he doesn’t want the blackwood association, even though a lot of the supernaturals have it anyway. his reputation is sort of accurate since sawyer doesn’t like to keep close connections, still looking for a cure for his immortality. his dry humor would come off as gentler and in good fun if he was comfortable around you, and he would seem more caring.
isla has the association of being a willoughby. smart, calculating, and powerful. isla herself is known for being cold and ruthless. people mainly see her a pretty face, who you probably don’t want to hit on unless you want your blood drained. this isn’t the reputation that isla wanted, but she embraces it because then she’ll be left alone for the most part. though she is powerful, she’s funny and snarky, and in desperate need of companionship from someone other than her brother
37. are they a hopeless romantic, or is that stuff just not for them?
as previously stated, sawyer isolates himself because of his curse. that being said, he totally is a hopeless romantic. he misses the closeness and the intimacy of a relationship. he stays away from it though as he is terrified of losing someone again.
i don’t know if isla is a romantic as much as she is touch starved. you could never get her to openly admit it, and only castor has figured out her desire for a relationship. in a relationship, she would probably just melt
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