#dsmp reader

[ieatedyourcrayons]

what about a mcyt x reader headcannon where reader is like a streamer who mostlly plays roblox andlike she cant even kill a zombie in minecraft cause im big on roblox and i js do creative in minecraft!

Thanks for the request! I love doing these!

Various!Myct x Fem!Reader

Quackity, Karl, Sapnap, Caseoh, and tommyinnit

Quackity

-Quackity would definitely play roblox with you

-Quackity likes terrorizing little kids on any roblox game you guys play.

-Definitely hides behind you in horror games and beg you to go first.

-“NO NO I CANT GO!” he would yell with fake sadness and fear as he hides his character behind yours.

-In any combat game or any game where you can kill other players , he stays spawn camping you, he definitely targets you. until you finally kill him and he gets salty about it lmao

-He hates streaming it because fans keep trying to join and lagging whatever game you guys are playing.

Karl jacob’s

-Karl loves roblox, he probably begs you to play with him.

-Karl only likes the obbys though, like the goofy “2000 levels!” or the cart ride games.

-will definitely get sapnap to play with you guys, and it ends up with them jumping you in every game.

-Yall definitely stay up all night playing games and yelling about them over a discord call, The stream is like 6 hours atp

Sapnap

-Sapnap didn’t want to at first. thought he was too good for a “children’s game”

-Once you showed him the home page and all the games you and your fans like he caved.

-He has a love for the shooter and racing games. always making you play at least 3 rounds with him if you guys log onto roblox.

-Hates obbys. absolutely despises them, definitely complaining about every time you or Karl have the audacity to mutter the word “Obby”

-Secretly loves dress to impress, he will never admit it though

CaseOh (why not)

-100% yes. if anything he’s asking you to play roblox with him

-caseoh isn’t the best at minecraft either so you’re not alone

-He makes you play dress to impress for HOURSS

-he’s definitely down for horror games, loves playing the Mimic, even though he rages at it so much.

Tommyinnit

-Definitely takes some convincing

-He’s traumatized from the few times he’s played with Schlatt and jack

-He only plays the stupid games that make zero sense

-probably loves the doom-spire brick battle games

[deadqueerboys]

Uhmmm… Waking Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur and Quackity with a morning blowjob Please?

YAYYYYYY

Tommy, Wilbur (x gn! Reader), Tubbo x Male! Reader. SEPARATE!!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Tommy

It was late, Tommy was so tired the last day he didn't want to wake up. He asked for five more minutes, which you have him. You spend so much time on your phone, laying next to him in the bed because he can't sleep without holding you close. It was already time for him to wake up, so you had an idea. It was risky, and he would probably get mad, but it was worth the shot. You got under the blankets, pulling his pants down and softly holding his length. You stroke him slowly, going gently before taking it on your mouth. Suddenly, he woke up. He didn't move or complain. He just opened his eyes and looked at you. He wanted it. His dick was getting hard inside your mouth, which feels funny.

"You.." Tom closes his eyes and punches the pillow. He whimpers a little too loud, crying a little. "Why would you do that?" He rolls his eyes and grabs your hair. He was so sensitive that he couldn't handle an easy morning blowjob. He doesn't even move, he don't want to ruin the moment. Your mouth feels so good around his cock, you take him so well. Tommy takes a moment before smiling and caressing your head. He relaxes and giggles, leaking pre-cum on your mouth.

He sniffs and lays his head back. He was so in love with this situation, your mouth, your eyes.. he could live like this forever. You between his thighs and his hand grabbing your hair. Tommy is so easy for you. He doesn't care if it's non-con. He just wants to release himself on your mouth. He doesn't take long to cum, his shots on your throat as you get up. Tom is looking at you with a dumb smile. He sings for you to come closer, and suddenly, he kisses you.

"You should do this more often." That's the only thing he says before getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom. He signs for you to come along, giving you another kiss before he starts to brush his teeth. He's playful, looking at you with love and interest. Tom loves to do anything with you close to him, even if it's his morning hygiene. He doesn't take his hands out of you, one of them around your hips as he brushes his teeth quickly so he can kiss you again.

Wilbur

He was being such a crybaby in the last days, always complaining about how he doesn't have time to pay attention to you and how he wants to have more dates and do real sex instead of quickies and blowjobs under his desk. Wilbur also talks a lot about his bandmates and his concerts, which is the reason why they are at his place today. He doesn't want you to think he doesn't love you anymore. You had one hour until he woke up. His clock was set for 7am, and it was currently 06:15. He had a boner and he was spinning in the bed, going to left and to the right nonstop. You were tired of it, so you grabbed his hips and pulled down his sweatpants. He looks so big wearing it. It should be a crime for him to use it.

You took him on your hand, biting your lip as you did. You were getting horny and impatient. He bucks his waist a little, which causes you to grab him a little tighter. Without waiting, you take it on your mouth. The best you can take is the middle of it. Will was slowly waking up, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. He moves during his sleep, forcing himself on your mouth. It hits your throat, but instead of taking it off, you keep going. Wilbur opens his eyes lazily, he looks down and see you taking his cock on your mouth. He doesn't react, only closing his eyes again and smiling.

"Sweetheart?" Wilbur whispers, he looks at you with passion. He puts his hand on his mouth, avoiding a moan to come out. He doesn't like to be vocal, especially in the morning and in a day where his bandmates were in the room next to them. He nods for you to keep going, his free hand on your hair, carefully pushing your head so you can take more of him. He smiles at you when he feels in control of the situation again. He takes his cock out of your mouth, slapping it on your cheeks.

Will make you come closer to him. He wraps his arms around you and hugs you tight. He puts your underwear to the side and goes slowly inside you. He loves this feeling, your tight walls around his cock, making him so sensitive and soft. Wilbur bites your neck, still trying to be quiet. He puts his hand on your mouth at this time. He knows he will have to take care of the noises you make at this time. He looks at the door, searching for any sign of the boys waking up, but they don't.

Quackity

It's been a while since you both didn't have sex. Quackity was always busy with his new projects and his new friends. He's been tired, sleeping late at night and waking up at 3 pm. He never talks to you or gives you a hug like he used to. He only sits on his office and works on his computer. It's stressful. He only gets out of the office to eat, and then he comes back, not even saying hello to you. Today, he's sleeping like a rock. It was at past midnight when he went to bed, and he wouldn't move or talk like he used to. He was sleeping with a lazy shirt on and just his boxers, which is hot and makes you feel a little horny. You sat on the bed and got between his legs, pulling his underwear down and taking him on your hand.

He quickly got hard, and you took him on your mouth. Just the tip, teasing his sensitive area. You lick it, and suddenly he moves, waking up and looking at you with confusion. It takes him a while till he understands what is happening, but then he yawns and sits next to you. He makes you sit on his lap, wrapping his own hand around his cock and stroking it. Quackity kisses you, some morning sloppy kisses before he asks you to go suck his dick again.

"Stupid, you should wait until I wake up. It's not that hard to don't harass me while I sleep." Alex smiles. He was teasing you. He always loved it when you did this to him, even tho he likes sleeping until it's late. He's not really a morning person. "Mi amor, slow down, I'm not going anywhere." He moans, his dick feeling comfortable on your tight, warm mouth. He never stops with the nicknames on Spanish. It's his biggest kink. If you talk to him on Spanish, he will certainly fuck you harder and faster.

Tubbo

Dating Tubbo is not really the easiest thing ever. He's clingy, needy, and pathetic. He loves to be dramatic, and he complains a lot when you don't give him attention. He spent the whole week talking about how you don't love him anymore because you haven't touched him in a while. After a lot of his cursing, you finally slept at his place, which was good because he wasn't streaming today. It really pissed you off how he was always working and never giving you some private time with him, but today was the day.

You slept horny because he fell asleep first, which caused you to palm yourself. That wasn't enough. By the morning, you could only wait until he woke up, but it was impossible. He was talking in his sleep like always, complaining even more about something you didn't understand. You had enough after two hours of waiting. You got in front of him and carefully wrapped your hands around his dick, putting it on your mouth without fear. You suck on him, making him move and unconsciously speak again. He let out a small moan, then he woke up. He seems surprised and sleepy, not giving a fuck about what are you doing.

"Are you serious, babe? I was sleeping, what the heck.." Toby whispers, scratching his eyes. He closes it and puts his hand on your head, not forcing your head or anything. He just stays with his hand there with no explanation. After a while, he opens his eyes again, looking at you with curiosity. "Honey? Babe?" He calls you, trying to make you look at him, but you were too focused on his dick. "Hey, if you don't stop, I will c-" He moans and rolls his eyes, grabbing the sheets. He cums on your mouth, forcing his eyes to close. "I fucking hate you." He whimpers, waiting for you to get off of his dick so you could cuddle.

[uunoia]

moments before getting demonetized and losing all of his ad revenue

OH MY LORDY LORDDD‼️ I HAVE BEEN FED‼️ I HAVE BEEN HEALED‼️ I HAVE ACENDED TO THE DEVINE PLANE‼️

AND LMAOOO yeah no ad revanue for techno on this one boys, its a good thing MC's coming in clutch with the obscene amount of gold im sure her and techno are gonna be normal and on the same page about it-

SHE PROPOSED, TECHNO! THIS IS IT! BED HER! BLESS HER! BECOME ONE IN THE EYES OF THE GODS!

I SAID BE NORMAL WHAT THE HELLYON‼️ must've been the wind ahh voices 💀

Read It Here

[fandomlit]

concussed confessions (technoblade x reader)

requested by anon “Helloo, i was wondering if you'd be up to writing about c!techno and reader being best friends with secret crush on each other and during a some mission it gets really dangerous. Not sure if they'll walk out alive and squeezed in some tiny space they have this moment of intimacy and honest conversation about their feelings? :)”

summary you and technoblade find each other while fighting a raid off of a familiar village. after techno takes an axe to the arm, you rush to help him, and the buffer in the midst of chaos is enough to allow him to open up to you about his feelings.

warnings swearing, violence, fighting, killing, injury, blood and gore

a/n y’all.. this sat, completely finished, in my drafts for way too long. welcome this fic to the public eye

gif cred belongs to @mineyourowndreams​

techno barely felt the arrow plunged into his armor, nor the arrow that followed that. his shield had broken long ago, but the netherite encasing his body did well in its place.

when he heard the raid bell sound, he had gotten himself prepared immediately before heading toward the village. he was taking down pairs of pillagers at a time with his axe and sword, double wielding as he had many times before. he took down one that wielded a crossbow before he heard the voice calling to him.

“technoblade!”

he turned to see a pillager coming down on him with an axe, and just barely managed to block it from pounding into his chest plate with his own axe, knocking the pillager down before delivering the final blow. he turned to see where the former warning voice had come from, and did a double take when he saw you fighting off a hoard of your own. he quickly ran his way over to help you.

“what the hell are you doing here?” he yelled over the sounds of fighting, working his way through the mob that surrounded you and a few fighting villagers.

“i have too many friends here to watch it be destroyed!” you grunted, pushing back a parade of arrows with your shield before swinging with your powerful axe in retaliation. as focused as technoblade was on winning the fight, he couldn’t help but note how beautiful you were in that moment. when you had a brief moment, you turned your determined eyes to him. “what’s your reason?”

he quickly shielded a villager next to him from an oncoming arrow before swinging back with his sword, feeling the butt of it hit against a hard skull and knocking the victim to the ground. he looked up at you with an equally serious expression. then he just shrugged, and you would’ve laughed had it not been for the next pillager charging toward you.

techno watched, almost in a trance, as you easily fought one off with a kick to the ground, wheeling around and knocking another with the blunt of your sword. most enrapturing of all was when you easily swiped one’s head off with a strong swing of your axe, a hefty flow of blood causing many other pillagers to back away while you simply basked in the spray, waiting for the next challenger.

she’s beautiful, the voices seemed to scream.

techno was so distracted by the way you simply turned your axe over in your hand and continued to fight with everything you had, that he didn’t notice the pillager creeping up behind him until it was too late. he was knocked in the back of the head, but quickly embraced the hit before he turned to his attacker. but techno was ready to block or swing a little too late, and the pillager’s axe lodged itself into the meat of his bicep. he let out a loud grunt of pain as a flush of white hot pain ran through his arm. he swung with his good arm to stab his attacker as he heard you call out his name.

“go with him!” one of the villagers at your side called. “take him into a house and block it off; we’ll be okay!”

that was all you needed to hear. you nodded in thanks before running over to the hybrid who had fallen to his knees and tugged at his good arm. “c’mon!” techno lifted himself to the best of his ability and you guided him toward a nearby house, sitting him on he small bed as you used other furniture in the room to block the door. he groaned, placing his hand on the handle of the axe, ready to rip it out.

“don’t!” you exclaimed, quickly rushing over to place your hands atop of his. “it’s preventing from bleeding out right now, wait until i can get some things.”

he let out a heavy sigh, removing his hands from the handle and you gave him a sad smile before beginning to trifle through the chests in the small house.

“you shouldn’t have come,” you spoke, your heart panging with guilt as you watched techno attempt to swallow his pain.

“i wasn’t jus’ gonna let this place burn,” he muttered, watching as you picked out a couple of materials.

“well, why not? i thought you didn’t have loyalties to people other than phil.”

“and you,” he added, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the cabin wall. he could still hear the fighting outside. “and i think im starting to be okay with that ranboo kid.. but i like this place.”

you finally sat next to him, placing down the things you had gathered. “why?”

“‘cause this is where we always meet.”

you paused your actions as you mulled over his genuine words. your heart skipped a beat as you thought. he was right; whenever you two decided to adventure together or simply hang out, you used this village as the half way point between your homes.

you began to resume your actions when he spoke again, “i dunno why, but i thought you would leave with it.”

your cheeks began to heat up at his sappy words, and you offered a quiet, “i think you’re concussed.”

“i didn’t get hit that hard.”

you ignored his words as you began to unwrap the roll of bandages you had found. “do you think you can pull it out or do you want me to?”

“i can do it,” he muttered, words slightly slurred from pain. he was sure a muscle had been torn, sparking a sudden wave of exhaustion within him as his entire body tingled with numbing pain. you were definitely smart for keeping the axe in.

you gave him a look as you began to wrap the bandage just below the wound. “can you?”

he let out a grumble before ceding, “maybe you should do it.”

you nodded, “thought so.” you held the bandage wrap in one hand and took the axe handle in the other. you looked at techno to warn him, only to see his eyes beginning to droop. you tapped his cheek with your finger, and his vermillion eyes turned to you instead. you placed your hand on his cheek. “hey, hey. it know it hurts, but i need you awake. i can’t do much for you if you’re asleep, okay?”

“whatever you say, pretty lady.”

you felt a blush creep up your neck but just sighed, “yep.”

“yep what?”

“you’re concussed.” before techno could say anything else, you yanked the axe out of his muscle, quickly dropping it to the ground as he let out a shout of pure pain. you got to work with swiftly and tightly wrapping his arm in bandages until you ran out of the roll.

after securing the bandage, you spoke gently, “good?”

“amazing,” he grunted, placing a hand on the tight wrap. he was surprised the blood wasn’t already seeping through it, but credited that to your quick work. “i didn’t know you doubled as a nurse.”

“well,” you hummed, offering him a healing potion, “you do enough dangerous stuff, you figure it out.” he frowned as he took the potion from you before gulping it down. “by the way, i might have to stitch that up when we get back to one of our houses. but i don’t have the materials here, so you’re safe for now.”

“figured,” he sighed, cringing at the bitter taste of the potion and you gathered your thoughts. 

“im not leaving, by the way.”

his eyes turned to you, still tired, but stronger. “i know. it was a stupid thought.”

“no,” you said, shaking your head, “it wasn’t. it was sweet.” he raised his eyebrows in the slightest and you continued, “it shows you care about me.”

“‘course i do,” techno attempted to shrug nonchalantly, the faintest of blush creeping up onto his pale cheeks. “who else would offer to stitch me up after i got distracted staring at them and got whacked by an axe?”

you just shook your head, standing up to look for another roll of bandages to take with you. “i know you say my focused face is funny, but in the midst of battle, tech-“

“that wasn’t why i was staring,” he spoke, shaking his head. you tucked the bandage roll in an empty bag, along with another healing potion before looking up at him.

“did i have something on my face?” you persisted with a chuckle, moving to see if you could snatch anything else from the small house before you went back into the dying battle.

“no,” he said softly, watching your tactical eyes scan the room before lifting to meet his own. “you just looked beautiful.”

you offered him a flattered smile, and he took pride in the way your cheeks flushed. “you’re concu-”

“don’t believe me?” he questioned, eyeing the way you seemed to brush off his comment to keep moving about.

you hummed sheepishly, opening another chest to see what laid inside. “can you blame me? i’m in netherite armor and, uh..” you looked to the red specks that littered your exposed skin. “covered in blood.”

he just shrugged, still gazing at you in a way that made your heart actually jump. “doesn’t matter to me.” you shook your head at him amusedly and he raised his eyebrows at you. “i’m the fuckin’ blood god.”

you laughed. “right. almost forgot.” you continued to silently rustle through the chest despite your now racing heart, now too aware of his sharp eyes following your movements.

“i mean it, though,” he offered, shifting his body as best as he could to allow himself a bit more comfort. “you’re beautiful. i’ve known it since the day we met.”

“i was also covered in blood the day we met,” you hummed, standing after bagging another potion. you finally looked to techno, giving him an amused look. “so maybe you just really like blood.”

“i do,” he admitted with a shrug. “but you’re beautiful without it, too. i’ve been around you enough to know that.” 

you nodded, finally settling down on the table across from where he was propped. “you are around me a lot,” you spoke, your mind still working through the honesty of his words. techno just looked at you as you jokingly offered, “maybe it’s stockholm syndrome.”

“maybe,” he agreed with a breadth of a chuckle as you wiped at some blood on your chin with a smile. he persisted, “or maybe i just really like you.”

your eyebrows raised in the slightest, your smile unwavering. “really?”

“really,” he spoke without hesitance. “i wasn’t whacked hard enough in the head to lie to you.” his pain-filled mind only barely processed his confession; he was still tired and aching, but he knew enough of his surroundings to acknowledge that you remained the most prominent thing in his mind, even when the voices were dulled by his pain. they did mutter when he saw you press a gentle hand to your heated cheek.

“that head comment is debatable,” you sighed, dropping your hand from your face. he rolled his eyes. “but.. i really like you, too.”

“really?” he questioned, almost with a mocking tone as his heart swelled in his chest.

you gave him a look, but still spoke, “really. which is crazy of me, considering you almost die every time i look away.”

despite the happiness that still lifted his heart, he gave you a deadpan look in return. “technoblade never dies, y/n.” you just rolled your eyes, though your smile never left your lips. 

“keep thinking like that, and you’ll never see it coming,” you warned, taking a moment to scan your eyes over the wound you had wrapped only minutes ago.

techno gave you a skeptical look. “was that a threat?”

you let out a laugh, pressing your hand to the bandage on his arm, feeling the warmth radiating off of the cut. “no, it was definitely a promise.” you gazed up into his amused eyes, giggling again as he admired your amusement. his eyes began to feel heavy as your eyes began to look at his unscathed armor instead. when your gaze flickered back up to see his eyes fluttered closed, you immediately tapped at his cheek, “none of that. i need to properly concussion test you before you can doze off, tech.”

“right, right,” he huffed, opening his eyes again with great effort. “pretty lady telling me what to do. gotta stay awake.”

you rolled your eyes once again. “you’re just gonna keep complimenting me until we get the all clear?”

he shrugged. “yeah.” you let out a laugh, bringing up a hand to rest of his cheek. “keeps me amused.”

“i’m sure,” you hummed, moving your hand down to his good shoulder. he looked into your inquisitive eyes for a moment before watching as you leaned forward and pressed your warm lips to his own. his eyes closed again, but this time with joy and pleasure rather than exhaustion.

[magicalbunbun]

C!Techno and y/n:

Eyes and voices 🫣

[jazzmasternot]

Thanks @hazelfoureyes for suggesting I make banners of these working on stickers and pens possibly bc I really like that idea!

Reblog with your occupation and I’ll make you a banner aswell

[120-slut]

dream smp porn links, original concept, dsmp, porn, lemon.

first post of twitter links! or well, 'x' links haha. like and reblog this, and let me know what you thinks! ^o^

dream

link [ bouncing on dreams cock ]

link [ dream takes care of you ]

link [ dream and george have their way with you ]

link [you and dream give george a show from the shower ]

wilbur

link wilbur takes you home after scouting you at the club]

link [ rough with wilbur ]

link [ making a mess of wilbur ]

link [ wilbur fucks you dumb ]

foolish

link [ how foolish eats you out after a fight]

link [ sucking foolish off while he's in a meeting ]

link [ foolish fucking you after a long day at work ]

link [ foolish fucks you good when hes mad ]

karl

link [ he makes you forget about your ex ]

link [ karl makes you do all the work ]

link [ karl couldn't make it to the house ]

link [ he makes you see stars ]

[prrism]

Crawls out of void… Drops down post… Crawls back into void…

Overstimulated

Summary: A lot was happening in a very short amount of time, you just needed some quiet…

Characters: Technoblade x Reader (he’s one of my comfort characters I can’t help it)

Relationship: platonic

Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral

It started with someone asking for help, that’s all you could remember, you didn’t even know who asked you for help anymore because now it felt like everyone was asking for help or asking a question or just being too close. It felt too loud, every word mixed together in a sea of noise you just had to cover your ears. It felt too crowded, even an accidental nudge felt like it shook you to your very soul. Finally you slip away from the gathering of people, your vision barely registering anything but burry shapes at this point because it was all just too much…

You feel a pair of hands graze your shoulders instantly pulling away with a whine, no more touch, no more noise, that was all you wanted. Was that really too much to ask?

“Sorry…” The voice was gruff yet soft, Technoblade. You look up and confirm your own theory. “You… okay?” He asks. You shake your head, even the idea of speaking yourself wasn’t appealing, thankfully Techno nods in understanding. You settle for sitting on the ground, to your surprise he joins you, not approaching or talking simply sitting next to you in a calm silence. You breathe in and out, the cool evening air being a welcome feeling at the moment, you look over at Techno again seeing him staring at the stars, you follow his gaze. The silence remains between the two of you, but it never feels uncomfortable. After about an hour of silence between you both do you finally feel calm and comfortable enough to talk again.

“Thanks…” It was only one word, but it meant a lot.

“Any time.” He replies just a simply.

[modelbus]

can i request a reader (with sbi and also separate) who’s rich rich like she was born with a gold spoon and whenever she gives them gifts or treats them food they feel bad BAHAHAHA but it's just readers love language

can this be a drabble or whatever you can do :DD

I got your other message saying you wanted headcannons, so here you go! No wilbur for obvious reasons.

Included: Cc!Tommy, Cc!Phil, Cc!Techno, + all of them (platonic)

Rich Reader Headcannons

Tommy

Unapologetic about using your money.

He cares at first, and even when you say you’re paying he’ll order cheap things from restaurants, but after you give him the go ahead he will be a menace

Expect to lose all your money to Legos, his one true addiction.

“I could stream building this one, but this one would look so good in my room…” Tommy mumbles, squinting at two Lego boxes. You’re starting to regret letting him talk you into stopping by the store for what he said would be a quick visit.

It’s been two hours.

“Just get them both, Tom.” You finally sigh.

He lights up, no better than a kid on Christmas Day. “Fuck yeah!”

He’s money conscious, and will still note the price of things, but after he gets used to it he’s fine with you paying.

Doesnt blink twice at gifts.

You get this man anything and he will GOBBLE it up. Give him an Apple Watch? Great, his forever, he’s already wearing it. Give him a toothpick? He’s using it, perfect.

Won’t ask you to pay, and is very willing if you don’t want to, but let’s be real you always do pay.

He’ll say “thank you” at least. Five days later, maybe, when he finally remembers, but he says it!!

Talks you into buying things that you don’t need.

”I mean, you have the money. Y’know. Just saying.”

Phil

This man hates it, change my mind.

It’s a competition to see who can pay first with this man, and he does it out of pure spite.

Actually, he does it because he wants you to feel normal and not like you have to pay because you’re rich.

“I have the money, Phil!” You insist, holding your card.

“And I don’t care. I already gave them my card, I’m paying.”

When you make a stupid financial decision and buy a $1,000 lightsaber (blame Tommy), he just kinda sighs at you.

If you approach him for financial advice, he will genuinely tell you helpful things as if you weren’t incredibly rich.

He accepts your gifts, but always makes sure to somehow give you one in return.

maybe not of equal value… he isn’t as rich as you… but of equal love <3

Techno

Have you SEEN this man’s setup? He is in NO POSITION to decline gifts.

Will secretly be desperately in need of literally anything and just. Wont get it. So you end up buying it for him…

You order him food online to have it delivered to him and man just won’t say thank you. He’s rather awkwardly send you a photo of the food on his desk, entirely eaten.

Or he’ll just drop a photo of his new setup in discord for you.

He will “anonymously” acknowledge you when he streams/records a video on his new gear though.

“And if you’ve noticed this video came much faster than normal, it’s because of a new PC which runs at light speed.” He zooms into the face of his Minecraft character. “It’s not a toaster guys! Praise the rich gods!”

He literally can’t afford to buy you gifts in return.

Well he COULD but that man sees the shipping and is horrified.

His gifts in return are those photos of whatever you give him.

Techno genuinely is VERY appreciative though!! Like you are practically saving this man’s life by buying him shit.

He won’t ask for anything, you’ve just got to use your gut instinct to figure out what to give him.

All

Having all three to spend money on is a DREAM for you.

Phil forces Tommy to say “thank you” every single time. Repeatedly.

Techno sends his photos in the group discord, and Tommy will jokingly rage that he didn’t get a new PC or something that Techno did.

Paying when you all go to eat is a competition of speed between you and Phil. He started getting sneaky and approaching the waiter/waitress before they even brought the bill.

So you had to compromise and agree to give your cards to the waiter and let them pick a card at random.

(you win most times because you’ve got a fancy ass card)

For your birthday they tend to kidnap you from your bed and take you to do a surprise so you can’t find a way to pay or something 😭

They’re all in awe of your house, meaning you love having them over!!

Best vlogs occur at your house, let’s be honest

[hatchetislostpog]

Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Tommy: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Wilbur: *raises hand*

Quackity: *raises hand*

Schlatt: *raises hand*

Niki: *raises hand*

Charlie: *raises hand*

[ieatedyourcrayons]

Princess!Reader x Knight

(random tags for reach, sorry!)

synopsis: Princess Y/n attends a family friend’s royal ball. While taking a breather in the garden, y/n meets one of their knights and gets to chatting, eventually slipping away and wandering the castle with him

The royal hall roared with music, chatter, and laughter. The faint sound of glasses clashing and forks scraping could be heard to the attentive ear.

The man on the piano played gracefully, his fingers dancing with every note and flowing beautifully with the orchestra. The pianist face showed pure bliss and adoration for his music, as did Y/n's.

She was soaking in the beautiful music and atmosphere. loving the vibe she never gets tired of. Her family, the Bauer's, were invited to the Meyers annual ball. Both families were friends and have a long history. They attend each others balls and formals every year, their children practically grew up together.

Both families were chatting and discussing plans for their kingdoms, children, vacations, etc. Y/n didn't pay much mind to the chatter and focused her attention onto the music.

"Miss. Y/n here, is still looking for her a love, yes?"- Mrs. Belle asks your mother.

"Well of course, we aren't pressuring her though." Your mother responds, hoping Mrs. Belle doesn't continue pushing her son onto your roster.

The mention of your name caught your attention and you focused into the conversation. Mrs. Belle, like your mother had expected, brought up her son Kacey.

"Well, you do know that Kacey is a good boy, he is my son after all." Mrs. Belle teases with a laugh. Your mother laughs it off as well, not wanting it to continue, but not wanting to be rude either. "Oh yes, we love Kacey, how could we not?" Your mother responds.

You laughed along with them. "Yeah, Kacey is great, he's like a brother to me!" you add. The brother comment hit Mrs. Belle like a brick. She doesn't know why you stomp the romance before it can bloom. She mainly wants your beautiful genetics and family name, but she won't admit that part, especially not to your mother...

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You managed to get away from the group to go snag a few snacks and cheese cubes from the charcuterie table. As you reached for another toothpick, Kacey grabs it before you.

"Umm... Ma'am, what do you think this is? Charity?" He jokes with a sassy tone.

"Oh shut up and give me that." You laugh back while taking it from him. He puts on a fake shock and bring his hand to his chest. You guys have always had this sort of bond, constantly teasing each other since birth.

"So, you like my party?" He ask, back to his normal voice, while picking some grapes.

You turn and look at all the well dressed people dancing and chatting, then direct your eyes back to Kacey. "Nah." You shrug, trying not to grin but failing to as a huge smile breaks your face.

Kacey grins back, "Wow, you must really think you're funny." He teases. You two exchange banter and conversation for a little longer before his dad drags him off to meet a girl his mother found. Kacey hates this, he always has. If he wanted a girlfriend, he'd go get one. Kacey reluctantly follows his dad after telling you bye.

You watch as Kacey uncomfortably interacts with the girl to please his mother, the poor girl didn't even seem interested in Kacey, almost looking mad that Mrs. Belle convinced her to do this. Kacey is far from ugly, wavy shoulder length black hair with a strong face and green eyes, always well dressed and mannered in these situations.

You looked away from your friend's struggle, to not embarrass him any more then he already is. You walk away from the snack table to the nearest exit, your heels clicking with every step. Kacey eyed you as you left, wishing you'd come save him and confused to where you're leaving to.

You stepped out the back door without being stopped or called. The outside garden was beautiful and spayed out farther than you could see. Beautiful trees, bushes, and flowers placed in such an intricate way.

You followed a stone path that led you to another clearing in the yard, but as you got closer, the sound of water got louder. In the clearing stood a beautiful fountain. Towards the back were walls and windows of the castle, a few vines and flowers ran along the walls.

The moonlight lit up the clearing almost perfectly. You walked over to the fountain and took a seat on the edge, facing the yard. The music from inside could faintly be heard.

"Oh, hello there." A velvety german accent calls out, startling you. You turn and face the voice and you're met with the most handsome face you've seen in a while.

He stands tall, 6'4'' ish, with short, curly, black hair. He stands in full knight armor, minus his helmet. He has a straight nose with the slightest bump, perfect teeth, hazel eyes, finished with a set and defined jaw line. You stare at him, taking in all his features.

"Hi, sorry am I not supposed to be here?" You quickly question after zoning back in, scared that you're intruding on anything you shouldn't be. "Oh no, no. I assure you're not. May I sit?" He responds while pointing next to you.

"Yeah go ahead." you respond with relief. "Are you one of their knights?" You add. "Yes, I am, you're from the Bauer's right?" He responds with a grin.

Confusion hits your brain and it shows on your face. "Yes... How'd you know that?" You question with nervous laughter. "I've seen you around here, you may not have seen me, but that's kinda the point with the whole knight thing" He laughs.

"OH" You laugh back. "I didn't think of that." You add. He laughs along with you, studying all your features.

"Yeah, don't worry Y/N, I know you" He says teasing you.

"Oh well then, what's your name sir?" You respond with fake sass.

"My apologies to such royalty, it's Mark." He responds with joking sadness, with a hand over his heart. You both laugh at the silliness.

“Ever seen the castle? like other than the ball room and a few other rooms?” He adds while looking at one of the outer walls.

“Only a few rooms, I try not to be nosey.” You respond while staring at the flower bush, watching as the wind sways the delicate petals.

“Wanna be nosey?” He asks with a grin, tilting his head to face you. You mimic his gaze and think on what he asked. “Why not, as long as you don’t get me in trouble.” You say with a smile.

“I would never” He teases as he stands up, taking your hand. The unexpected touch sends shivers up your arm.

He leads you guys to another back entrance of the castle, slowly opens the door, and leads you guys in. The hall you enter is beautiful and has tall walls. The walls have small indents in them, creating a mantel that holds a intricate candle holders and decorations.

You follow behind him as he leads you through the hallway. After a few twist and turns, you find yourself in a small circular room that has a stone, spiral, staircase in it.

"you expect me to walk these stairs... with this dress and heels?" You laugh out with nervousness while pointing at the stair case.

He looks at you with a mischievous grin, "Oh I'm sorry pretty lady." He responds before scooping you up into his arms bridal style.

Your face goes red at the unexpected gesture but the cool metal of his armor on you arm sends chills down your body. Mark looks down at your red face, taking in your beautiful features, the eye contact makes you nervous and you quickly look away.

Mark softly laughs at you and begins taking the steps. Once at the top of the stairs, Mark sets you back down on your feet , leaving his hand on you hip for a few seconds, lingering on your soft dress.

The room in front of you was beautiful, the walls were a royal blue with intricate gold foil patterns across the blue. the room was curved and the ceiling was high and ended in a point. A small chandelier hung in the center. There was a big, open, window that looked over the castles pond.

Your heels clicked on the tile floor as you walked to the window, Mark behind you. You jaw slacked as you looked out at the view. the sound of the fountain was distant and the cool wind hit your face, blowing your hair back.

"Your castle doesn't have this?" Mark teased while placing his hand onto your lower back.

"No, It does not, this is so pretty." You say in awe. Your castle is surrounded by beautiful trees and foliage. You see deer and small bears on a daily, never beautiful ponds with swans and fish.

Mark pushes your hair behind your ear, "I wouldn't want your mother to get worried that someone stole you." He says quietly to you.

"yeah... let's go back, I fear it may be time for me to go soon." You respond sadly, while looking back at him, not wanting this feeling to end.

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You were right, it was time to go. You said your goodbyes and thanks to Kacey's family as you left the main entrance of the castle. Each step down the small stairs made you sad, knowing you were leaving Mark.

A few knights stood outside the castle, guarding of course. You couldn’t figure out which one was Mark.

"Gosh!, about time you get out of my castle!" Kacey fake groans once he spots you outside the castle. The sudden interaction snapped you back into realty.

"Yeah well, your party sucked, I'm never coming back." You respond with the same joking attitude. Both of you burst out in laughter and hug each other goodbye.

"so, how'd it go with that girl?" You tease, knowing he hated it and probably didn't talk to her long.

"Umm... no, just no. She's sweet and pretty but did not like me, which is fine because I didn't like her either." He laughs, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Oh yeah, I could tell. very obvious." You tease. "Make sure to actuality write me back, Left me with no trace of you for a few months." You say with fake sternness

"I'll think about it" He responds with fake sass and an eye roll. Kacey walks you to your carriage and chats with your parents for a little bit before a knight walks over to your carriage to shut the door and secure the lock.

You and the knight make eye contact, it's Mark , He sends you a wink before walking away. The wink sends a rush down your spine. The carriage moving startles you back to reality.

"So Miss Y/N, whose the boy?" Your father ask you.

[deadqueerboys]

N/SFW Links!!

Except by the fact that it's just random pørn shit.

Most of them are just random words because I needed something to but the link on.

I will be adding more soon.

They're gay and straight mixed!!

+ fingers.

My shit on twt:

Ghostbur cock (pic)

Wilbur/Argbur?? (pic)

Cnc! Wilbur

Revivebur

Simpbur

Wilbur

Wilbur Soot:

Suit.

Calm.

Slapping..

Crazy stream.

Foot.

Pegging.

Show them.

Public.

Cream play.

Simpbur:

Nipples.

Stalker

Teacherbur:

Skirt.

Revivebur:

Another slapping.

Rough.

Faster.

Ghostbur:

He loves to treat you gently.

[uunoia]

Romantic Feelings? Ehh Cringe

Summery: Technoblade tries cheering you up with a greek myth

The cabin was quiet.

Not peaceful. Not comfortable. Just quiet.

You sat at the wooden table, hands wrapped around a half-finished cup of tea that had long since gone cold. You weren’t drinking it. You weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting here, staring at the knots in the wood grain, listening to the wind howl outside. It had been hours, probably. Maybe less. Maybe more.

It didn’t matter.

Somewhere behind you, Techno sat in his chair by the fire, pretending to read. You could feel his eyes on you—subtle, watchful. He wasn’t obvious about it, but you knew him well enough by now. He had noticed the way you barely spoke today, how you moved slower, how the usual sharpness in your eyes had dulled into something distant and hollow.

You took a slow breath, trying to push past the weight in your chest. It didn't work.

Your fingers trembled. You clenched them into fists. Your thoughts were spiraling and you knew they were. The war, you almost dying, all the good people who got hurt.

Then—before you could stop it—the first tear fell, hitting the table with a barely audible pat.

Shit.

You inhaled sharply, willing yourself to stop, to push it down, to not do this right now. But your body didn’t listen. Your breath hitched. Your shoulders tensed as another tear slipped free, then another.

Behind you, the sound of a page turning stopped.

Techno had noticed.

You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing the heel of your palm against them. You hated this. Hated crying like this—weak, quiet, with no control over it. You had been fine for so long. You needed to be fine.

You heard the chair creak as Techno shifted. Then, his voice—low, uncertain.

“You uhh…You want me to leave?”

You flinched slightly, shaking your head, voice hoarse.

“No—” A pause. Then, quieter, “No. Just… don’t say anything.”

A beat of silence.

“…Alright.”

And he didn’t.

For a while, there was nothing but the crackling of the fire, the muffled howl of wind against the windows, and the occasional sound of Techno shifting in his seat. He wasn’t reading anymore. Just there. Not saying anything. Not leaving, either.

You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes.

Then, out of nowhere—

“... Pygmalion and Galatea. Ever heard of them?” 

Your brow furrowed. You blinked, wiping your sleeve over your red and puffy face as you turned slightly toward him. “…What?”

As if this were the most natural segue in the world. His tone was casual, unaffected. "Some sculptor guy from ancient Greece— I've forgotten where exactly. He was kinda a loner. Didn't wanna deal with real people, especially women— Guy spent ages on this one statue. Carving, supposedly, the perfect woman out of ivory. Like, obsessed over it. Chiseled every little detail, made her perfect in his eyes. And then, uh—he kinda just…fell in love with her." He paused, shifting slightly in his chair. 

You blinked at him.

“It was like his life’s work or whatever…” He suddenly found it hard to look in your general direction. “Dude looked at real women and was like, ‘Nahhh, y’all suck, I’ll just make my own instead.’ So, yeah. He starts treating this statue like a real person. Talks to it, gives it gifts, probably took it on dates—I dunno, weird guy behavior. And then, get this—he begs Aphrodite to make her real.” Techno paused, shifting in his chair, gaze flickering away for half a second before he cleared his throat.

“She, uh…actually does it.”

You raised an eyebrow. “She what?”

“Yeah.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Aphrodite, for some reason, sees all this and goes, ‘Wow, that’s so romantic,’ and just—bam—brings the statue to life. No questions asked. No ‘bro, you good?’ Just—instant dream girl. And then in some versions they have a kid or something, I’ve forgotten.” He suddenly found it hard to look into your general direction.

A beat of silence. Then, in a flat voice, you muttered, “He chose a statue over a real person?” You paused again, “That’s… the most depressing shit i've ever heard.”

Techno huffed a quiet chuckle. “I know right? Isn't it great?” His smile quirked upwards a little as his arms crossed, nudging you with his elbow.

Despite yourself, despite the exhaustion and the weight of everything pressing down on you, a small, tired laugh slipped from your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at your eyes again. “That’s your idea of cheering me up?”

“I mean, it’s a good story.” Techno shrugged, leaning back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “Figured I’d tell it ‘cause… it kinda reminded me of uhh…” He trailed off, his voice tapering into silence. His gaze flickered away, almost like he had lost his train of thought.  He suddenly found his book a whole lot more interesting.

You narrowed your eyes slightly. “Of…?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear the color in his face deepened just a shade.

“...uhhh—” He cleared his throat, suddenly finding the fire very interesting. “I mean, y’know. It’s, uh… a classic tale! Dedication. Mastery in art. Real inspiring, all that.”

You stared at him. He was so full of shit.

“…Right.” You dragged out the word, tilting your head, a slow smirk creeping onto your lips. “That’s totally why you told it.” 

His ears twitched, his jaw tightening. “Hey, don't make fun of me.”

That only made you grin harder. You exhaled through your nose, something almost like amusement breaking through the sadness. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

Another pause. You took a breath, deeper this time. The lump in your throat was still there, but… lighter. A little easier to bear.

Then, to your surprise, Techno stood. You expected him to walk away, to give you space, but instead, he grabbed something from the back of his chair—his red cloak.

Before you could question it, he stepped over and draped it over your shoulders.

The fabric was warm, heavy, smelling like smoke and steel and something distinctly him. Even if it was just the cloak, it held the weight, smell and looked as if he were giving you a hug. Your fingers curled around the edges instinctively. You blinked up at him.

Techno just crossed his arms. “Try not to cry on it. It’s my only one.”

You scoffed lightly, a breathy, half-hearted sound. “No promises.”

He hummed, stepping back toward his chair. Before he sat, he hesitated—then, reaching out, he gave your shoulder a firm squeeze. Just once. Just enough to remind you that you weren’t alone.

Then he plopped back down, flipping open his book.

The fire crackled. The storm raged outside.

You tugged his cloak tighter around yourself, eyes dropping to your cold, untouched tea.

“…Thanks,” you murmured after a long pause.

Techno didn’t look up.

“Don’t mention it.”

[aprettysillygoose]

No one asked for it, but…

SLIMECICLE HEADCANONS

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- literally the sweetest man ever ?? how could you hate this guy

- he is such an acts of service guy. you need something? he’s got it before you can even ask for it

- loves physical touch but is unsure when to initiate it. scared that you might not like it as much as he does…..

- very easily flustered. VERY. VERYYY EASILY.

- kiss on the cheek? he’s blushing like a madman. on the lips? he isn’t speaking coherently for atleast a couple minutes.

- has unironically said “aw shucks..” when you hugged and praised him after he helped you with something. you make fun of him for it till this day.

- an absolute SUCKER for pet names. he’s tucking his hair behind his ear and shi

- very joyous and whimsical at all times, loves it if you match his energy.

- you two are the dumbest. most BRAINDEAD individuals on earth when in the same room. i am not over exaggerating.

- “does water help with dehydration??” “what” - actual conversation i had with my friend once 💔

- this hoe can’t cool for shit.

- remind me of that one image

“making breakfast for my beautiful girlfriend!” “who the fuck is burning down my kitchen”

- when he’s being petty he says stuff like “oh. it’s you. I guess.” “🙁” “wait no”

- immediately regrets it

- loves getting gifts from you. if it’s jewelry he’s wearing it 24/7, 7/24 perchance….

- if you like wearing stupid ass shirts, he can’t hide the the chuckle it gets out of him when you walk out of your room wearing a unicorn t shirt with the words “alpha male” on it.

(saying this because i own that shirt i need to flex)

- matching shit is an absolute, but it can be a bit embarrassing. he doesn’t know why.

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Hi. ok hi idk if that was very in character but i did my best. Ok bai❤️

[magicalbunbun]

that drawing of y/n and tech is sooo cute

I know- I love this duo

I may write or draw how techno meet the watcher🤔

[athcnaa]

@uunoia "only when you look at me" fanart aka how we the reader looks like in my imagination

spoiler alert

i love this witch woman

i also added a little emerald for her necklace cus yk, emerald duo n all

cant wait for the new chapter