Moonlight

this blog contains NSFW content; please dni with NSFW posts if you are a minor ✭feel free to rest here, under the moonlight✭

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welcome to the hub!

this will be how you navigate the contents of this blog. it includes rules, tags, my masterlist, and more! feel free to explore!

my requests are currently closed (3/3)

i will be taking a break from doing requests, since i’m already struggling to complete the ones still sitting in my ask box. however, my ask box will be open the majority of the time for conversations, anon drabbles, or anything else you’d like to talk about!

(pls be patient when you submit a request, they might take me a while to get through!（ ´∀｀) /☆)

-contents-

➵ about me

➵ rules & tags (important! please check)

➵ masterlist

-about me-

hello! you can call me moonlight! i’m a 20 year old college student who became invested in the dsmp content creators during the start of quarantine. i also enjoy x readers, because i am a horribly romantic person. after being inspired by many other mcyt x reader blogs, i decided to give it a try for myself.

i like writing as a hobby, but i have very low stamina for it. i’ll get an idea for a full-length fic, write half of it, then never write again for six months. i wanted to try and improve that, and i figured the slightly more short-form style of x readers would be a fun way to do that. 

i use she/they pronouns! :]

-rules- 

- i will never write about the content creators themselves, only about their characters within the dream smp. this is the rule that i am probably the most strict about. i do not feel comfortable writing about the streamers themselves, even if they have stated that they are okay with it (which is pretty rare) 

- i will not have any of the minors of the smp be the main subject matter of my stories, unless it is entirely platonic. and even then, those stories will probably be very few and far between

- i would prefer to avoid writing about suicide/suicidal thoughts, self-harm, heavy gore, or non-consensual relationships. i’m also not a big fan of yandere. i’ll respond to asks that talk about the concept of yandere!character x reader, but i will not write about the subject myself

- i currently have the most experience writing for c!techno, so he will probably be the primary character that i write about, as well as the character that i am the best at writing for. i will not deny any requests for other characters (unless they are a minor) just be aware of what my strengths are

- feel free to ask for specific pronouns when making a request! if you do not specify, i will most likely default to either they/them or she/her. i tend to write my readers to be more fem out of habit, so please specify if you would like your reader to be more masc or gender neutral

- don’t be worried about accidentally sending in an ask that makes me uncomfortable. if i receive any asks that over-step my boundaries, or if i just don’t feel comfortable responding to it, i’ll simply ignore it and move on

- please be kind. don’t harass myself, other blogs, or any anons! 

-tags-

please note! this blog contains nsfw content. all nsfw posts will be tagged with “red:moon”. if you are uncomfortable with, or simply want to avoid that content, please feel free to block that tag. it is important to feel comfortable on the internet, and you should not feel bad for blocking any content you do not wish to see

[nsfw kinks i will not write about: non-con, piss kink, age play, extreme blood play, extreme pain play]

if you want to find all the stories i’ve written for a particular character they will each be tagged with “c![insert character name]”. for example = #c!techno

all drabbles will be tagged with either “moon:drabbles” or “anon:drabbles”

if you want to mute posts that are not stories or drabbles they will be tagged with either “moon:talks” or “anon:talks”

-masterlist-

c!technoblade

arctic hot springs (SFW)

cold mornings (SFW)

NSFW alphabet (NSFW)

baby blue (NSFW)

piglin pet names (SFW)

baby blue pt. 2 (NSFW)

a lover, and a fighter (SFW)

sunkissed (NSFW)

c!sir billiam

akin to royalty (SFW)

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Sunkissed

technoblade x reader

another short story to fill the gaps inbetween request! techno and the reader take a vacation to the beach together…

content warning // NSFW, gender neutral reader, temperature play

listen to this while you read: Gooey by Glass Animals

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You were sprawled out on the sand, letting the sound of the ocean waves roll over you as the sun left your skin pleasantly hot. A shadow fell over you, and a large gentle hand coming to rest on your hip.

“Are you enjoying our little getaway, my love?”, the rustic voice of your lover inquired. The tenor of his voice matched that of the ocean waves. You nodded as you stretched, back arching as a satisfied sigh escaped between your lips.

“I don’t know how you found this place”, you said, taking in the scenery around you. He’d whisked you away to a private oasis; a small cabin settled against a quiet beach. He shrugged casually.

“I have my ways”, he trailed off, massaging his hand gently into your skin. His eyes were trained on your body, drinking you in like a starving man. You managed to meet his gaze, smiling under the weight of his heavy expression.

“It’s hot out here”, you said absentmindedly, noticing the way the sun shone brightly from behind him.

“You wanna cool off?”, he asked, his voice still light and playful.

“Mhm… I don’t know if I want to get back in the water though”, you recalled how you and Techno had spend most of the earlier day playing in the ocean. His hands firmly on your waist as you let the waves push and pull your bodies together.

He hummed to himself. Grabbing one of your discarded drinks, ice half melted, he took a long sip from the liquid.

“I think I have an idea”, he pulled the glass away from his lips, placing it aside and putting his plan into action.

Leaning over until he was almost on top of you, hands moving up to your waist, he pressed a slow open-mouthed kiss to your lips. Your eyes drifted closed as you let yourself be lost in the feeling. His mouth was cold and sweet from the drink. The sensation was very pleasant, and did help to cool you off a bit as he lazily made out with you. He pulled away, his mouth still parted and eyes half-lidded as he looked at you happily.

“You feel better?”, he asked teasingly. His voice had become even more attractive somehow.

“It was nice…”, you arched your back again, pressing your body up into his torso. “I’m still a little hot though”, you whined. He smirked at you; a taunting glare.

He reached for the discarded glass, this time dipping his fingers inside and fishing out a single ice cube. Bringing it up to his mouth, he gripped it firmly between his teeth. Shooting you a mischievous glance, he brought the ice and his lips down onto your neck.

The cold was shocking. He pressed his lips right up against your pulse point, sending shivers down your body. The feeling of hard ice contrasted against his soft lips was unique and tantalizing. He left trails of cold water down your neck and chest that quickly evaporated in the hot sun.

By the time he reached your stomach, the ice had melted completely, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to kiss his way downward. Your skin tasted like salt and heat. He didn’t stop until spending the appropriate amount of time worshiping your thighs. Your hands came down to hold either side of his head as he turned to look up at you.

“Still too hot?”, he asked, teasingly bringing his mouth to hover between your legs. You half-scoffed, half-moaned at his words. He smiled, reaching to grab a fresh piece of ice. He wasn’t gonna give you what you wanted, not yet at least. He brought the ice down onto your inner thigh, causing you to squirm.

He was ready to keep teasing you until the sun began to set over the horizon. You were alone, after all. There was no reason to worry about anything other than each other.

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i wrote most of this while on the beach, so it was appropriate. i hope you enjoyed!

- moonlight

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Hey there Moon, if your requests are still open, could you do a C!Techno x Female! Reader who’s a total badass with weapons? Like she’s quick and agile with a bow and sword?

Hope you have a wonderful day/night! ^^

A Lover, and a Fighter

technoblade x fem!reader

this story was really fun to write, and i think it came out pretty cute. thank you for your request, and your patience. i hope you enjoy!

content warning // SFW, mention of drinking alcohol, description of fighting (no mention of blood or injury)

listen to this while you read: Notos by The Oh Hellos

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***this story takes place during & after the revolution against Dante, with the headcanon that Hypixel takes the form of a medieval kingdom within the same universe as the dsmp***

It had been a long time since Techno had visited Hypixel, and even longer since he had taken the time to observe any of the fighters being trained there. He wasn’t surprised to see many unfamiliar faces amongst the crowds battling against Dante. But one figure in particular grabbed his attention.

As he soared through the air, launched upwards by the shockwaves of Dante’s movements, he noticed someone standing on top of a nearby building. A warrior with bow and arrow held upwards to the sky, their aim remaining steady despite the tremors that shook the earth. They leapt to the ground, swiftly pulling out a sword and began chopping down several of Dante’s goons with a single swipe.

Even in the heat of battle, he couldn’t help but be impressed. There was a deadly accuracy to all of their movements. It showed tremendous skill, and dedication to honing their abilities.

Once Dante had been defeated, Techno stayed behind to aid in Hypixel’s recovery. He walked around the battlefield strewn with debris. He shook the hand of every revolutionary he could find, secretly searching for the warrior he had seen upon the rooftops.

After a while, he was able to spot them in the crowds. A woman helping clear rubble from the destroyed community center, familiar bow and sword strapped across her back.

“Thank you for your aid in the revolution”, he said as he approached, offering a hand for her to take. She accepted it with a grip strong enough to rival his own.

“I would do anything to rid Hypixel of Dante’s corruption”, she spoke with confidence. She released his hand and turned her attention back to the rubble, lifting a wooden beam over her shoulder with ease.

“I noticed the way you fought”, he continued, bending over to pick up a piece of broken cobblestone, “you seem very skilled.”

She glanced at him from the side, mouth curving upwards into a very slight smirk.

“That’s quite the compliment coming from the blood god himself.”

“I understand good fighting when I see it”, he said with a shrug. She squinted her eyes at him, almost suspicious.

“It would be foolish of me to turn down such a compliment”, she said as she walked off towards the pile of discarded wood. He chased after her, watching her drop the beam off her shoulders with a heavy thud.

“What is your name?”, he asked when she turned to face him. She paused, quickly looking I’m up and down. She seemed skeptical of his interest in her, and maybe that was fair.

“y/n”, she said, crossing her arms.

“Would you like to duel, y/n?”, he blurted out impulsively. Her eyes widened, noticing the way he was blushing out of embarrassment.

“Are you flirting with me, Sir Blade?”, mischievous grin spreading across her face.

He sputtered, blush deepening on his cheeks while she laughed boisterously.

“Let’s clean up first”, she clapped an armored hand over his shoulder with a loud metal clank, “meet me at the duels arena in a few days.” She walked past him, leaving him to twist around and watch her back as she left.

Techno ended up seeing her again before their duel. Members of the revolution were meeting in a local tavern to celebrate, and he found her lounging in a quiet corner of the bar. Tankard in her hand, she happily watched the other members of the guild drunkenly trip over themselves. He didn’t approach her, at least not at first.

Later in the evening, a man sidled up to her table. Techno couldn’t hear what he was saying, but it seemed like she was trying to politely shoo him away. Clearly drunk out of his mind, he reached out a hand and forcibly cupped her cheek. Techno stood up from his seat, ready to yank the man back by his collar. Before he could, she grabbed his hand and bent his arm backwards behind his head. The man was sent to his knees, wincing in pain.

“I said don’t touch me”, she sneered, “learn to follow my words when I say them nicely.”

She released the man’s hand, allowing him to stumble away with a steely glare. Once he was throughly out of her sight, she turned her attention to where Techno had begun to approach her.

“I appreciate your help, even though it was unneeded”, she sighed heavily.

“Does this happen often?”, he asked.

“Not really”, she said, “I guess the guys here think plate armor is attractive.”

“It’s probably the only clothes they’ve seen a woman in”, he joked. She chuckled lightly, the sound surprisingly sweet compared to her demeanor.

“Would you like a drink?”, she offered once her laughter had subsided.

“Ah, I would”, he sighed, “but let me cover it, I insist.”

“No”, she said firmly, “I’m sure everyone here wants to buy you a drink. Allow it to be me for tonight.”

He raised an eyebrow, noticing the flash of determination in her eye. He gave her a nod, surrendering to her wishes. She bought two pints of honeyed ale, sweet and subtly floral. They drank in comfortable silence, watching the absolutely wasted tavern goers make fools of themselves.

Time passed, and day of their duel arrived. The damage from Dante’s attack had finally been cleared and construction of the destroyed buildings began. Techno felt calm as he strode through the familiar courtyards of Hypixel’s training grounds, which surprised him. For some reason, he expected to be nervous. But at the same time, there was nothing to be nervous about, right? This was just a friendly duel between friends. Just friends who have only known each other for a few days.

His felt his stomach twist. Maybe he was nervous.

When he entering the arena, he found her already waiting for him, clad in a simpler set of armor than the one she wore to fight Dante. She waved her arm upon noticing his entrance, bright and crooked smile on her face.

“Are you ready to duel, Sir Blade?”, she called across the field. Something about that nickname made his heart glow.

“Only if you are, y/n.”

“Oh, I’m ready to get my ass kicked.”

“Hey now”, he retorted playfully, “I think you will put up a good fight.”

“We’ll see”, she shrugged, stretching her arms to warm up the muscles.

“Standard kit?”, he questioned, “diamond armor, sword and bow?”

“As long as it’s not a crossbow. I haven’t figured those fuckers out yet”, she muttered.

He nodded, donning a set of armor to match hers. They took stances at opposite sides of the arena. She already had a bow in hand, arrow cocked and ready. Techno had dueled one on one many times. Some more stress-inducing than other. The anticipation of this fight made his fingers tingle with excitement. A bell began to toll. Standard practice for training duels: on the fourth chime, the fight began.

An arrow whizzed from its string, narrowly missing him as he strafed right and began moving in a wide curve towards her. She switched to her sword, ready to meet his in a clang of metal against metal.

They traded blows almost evenly. While Techno’s sword swung with immense strength behind it, hers was agile and precise. When she landed a hit, it was because she could aim her sword exactly where the armor was weakest. When their swords became interlocked, she made eye contact and grinned wildly. His concentration fell, and she seized the opportunity to disengage and put some distance between them.

From her newfound position, she returned to her bow and began firing shots with a deadly accuracy. When fighting with others around his skill level, Techno liked to wear them down. Hiding and running away, giving him a chance to recover while they chased. Now, however, his strategy was being challenged. Her skill with a bow was outstanding, even at very long distances. There were very few places he could hide that she couldn’t hit.

Their reached a point where the battle was at a stalemate. They had returned to sword combat, a heavy sheen on sweat on their brows. She parried a blow from him, but he pushed back with any remaining strength he had left, sending her staggering back wards. She gritted her teeth, running forwards suddenly with a ferocious scream. It surprised him so much he barely reacted as she slammed into him right at the waist and tackled him to the ground.

He twisted to land on his side, causing her to fall on the ground next to him. They both panted, making no move to stand up.

“I-“, she gasped, “I’ve never done that before.” He huffed out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows and offering a hand to help her sit up as well.

“That was a good fight”, he said after they’d both caught their breath.

“Thank you”, she said, removing her helmet and wiping away the strands of hair that stuck to her face, “I didn’t expect to win, but a draw is good enough for me… Thank you for giving me the chance.”

“You fight very different from me”, he said while shaking the hair out of his face, “I was curious to see how it would go. You’ll have to show me some of those sword techniques, they’re great.”

She smiled, puffing up a little bit at the praise. Her hand came up to brush away some of the dust that stuck to the side of his face. She seemed to do it subconsciously, because her eyes widened at the realization and she moved her hand away quickly. In a heat of the moment decision he grabbed her hand in midair, holding it in his own. Her eyes met his and the seconds seemed to stretch.

Something drew him, like a magnetic force, to lean in and press a kiss to her lips. It was relatively quick, but it felt so much longer to him. When he pulled away, she blinked at him. Her cheeks were pink, but he was unsure whether it was from the kiss or the fighting.

“I should have asked first, shouldn’t I?”, he said after clearing his throat.

“No, no”, she replied, still slightly dazed, “you’re fine.”

“I don’t know why-“, he stuttered, “I doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to, we can just forget it happened.”

“I-“, she paused, “… I think I’d like to remember it actually.”

The grip on his hand tightened, and Techno felt butterflies in his chest.

“I think my mind’s going a little foggy”, she continued, “could you remind me?”

It took far longer than it should have for his brain to process her words. When the gears finally clicked, a dry laugh escaped his lips.

“Are you flirting with me, dear?”, he retorted.

She laughed, a joyous and melodic sound. He cut her off before she could finish, causing her to giggle against his lips. Sitting in the middle of an empty battle arena, various weapons strewn around them, they allowed themselves to share in each other’s presence and be happy.

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AHAHHAHAHA i just wanna say thank you again for this request because it ended up being such a joy to write. it was so fun to write the reader with this kind of personality

plus, it gave me an excuse to give this story a medieval fantasy aesthetic, which, in my humble opinion, is the superior aesthetic for techno

i can’t stress this enough, thank you to every anon who’s submitted a request for being patient with me! i’m trying to get through them chronologically while still giving myself enough of a break that i won’t get overwhelmed or burnt out. regardless of any wait, i hope you enjoyed!

thank you for reading <3

-moonlight

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if everything goes to plan, i should be posting a new story later tonight! (hopefully)

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thank you all for 200 followers <3

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Stop why was baby blue pt 2 the sweetest thing ever 🥺

sweet sex = best sex 😤

thank you so much, i’m glad you enjoyed it!!! :D

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can i request a part 2 to baby blue 😭 it was so good

Baby Blue pt. 2

technoblade x fem!reader

you can read part 1 here (technically not required? but i think it helps give context to the story)

content warning // NSFW, virgin!reader, super soft sex, awkward but romantic, fingering, thigh fucking, reader is afab & uses she/her pronouns

listen to this while you read: Electric Feel (cover) by Henry Green

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It wasn’t until he carried you up to the bedroom and set you down on the bed that Techno realized maybe he wasn’t ready for this at all. The heat of the moment and the feel of your skin on his again made him distracted. Now he was overthinking again, and he was once again paralyzed by the thought of taking your virginity. Though this time, for a different reason. Before, he was scared of stealing something away from you. Now, he was afraid of falling short of what you deserve.

“Techno”, your soft voice drew him out of his thoughts once again. He looked down at where you sat on the bed, gently patting the spot next to you.

He sat himself down on the bed, maybe putting a little too much space between the two of you. You placed a hand on his thigh, trying to gently coax him into a more relaxed state.

“You seem less nervous than I am somehow”, he chuckled dryly. You continued to slowly massage the spot on his thigh, an innocent action despite the context of the situation.

“I think I’m more nervous than I realize”, you responded truthfully. He turned his head to look at you, watching your expression carefully.

“There’s firsts for both of us here, you know”, he said, “I’ve never... been somebody’s first. I don’t know how you like it, but you might not even know that either. In those moments, we’ll learn together.”

He brought a hand down to rest on top of yours. “Like all things we do, we’ll do it together, right?”

You smiled. “Yes, of course.”

Techno felt his heart skip a beat. There were many little things about you that made him fall in love every single day. One of those being your smile. When he saw you smiling because of him, whether it be due to a joke or some sappy romantic comment, it made his head soar. If you were smiling, he knew he was doing something right.

“Where would you like to start?”, he spoke softly.

“Well... let’s start by taking this thing off of you”, you turned your body to face him, moving into a kneeling position on the bed and unclasping his cape from around his shoulders. He watched your fingers smoothly unhook the golden clasp and allowed the dark red fabric to fall into a heap on the floor.

His gaze returned to yours, and the expression on his face was almost too much to handle.

“Kiss me please”, there was barely even a pause between your words before he obliged. His pace was slow, setting a gentle beat that almost matched the beat of your heart. You had pulled yourself into his lap without realizing it, arms wrapping around his shoulders and massaging gently down his back.

“You set the pace, darling”, he mumbled between kisses, “just tell me what you want...”

“Just- keep kissing me for now...”, you said between heavy breaths, locking your lips against his once again. His hands moved down to support your waist while yours began to slowly play with his chest. You gripped the loose and soft fabric of his shirt. Partially your shirt, since you recognized it as one of the ones you frequently wore to bed.

“I- don’t really know what I’m doing”, you whispered into the air. You watched his expression shift, his face only an inch from yours, as he pondered your words.

“How about this...”, he suggested with a reassuring tone, “I’ll take the lead for now... but you call the shots, okay? You tell me if I do anything you don’t like. I want you to be as comfortable as possible... got that?”

“Okay...”, you sighed, “I trust you, Techno.”

He kissed you for that one. All passion and no coordination.

“Do you want my shirt off first?”, he asked gently, leaning back just enough to fully look at your face.

You nodded, letting him stand up and pull the linen fabric over his head and toss it onto the floor next to his cape. Sure, you had seen him shirtless before, but somehow the sight was even more pleasant now. The way the pink skin of his abdomen dipped into the high-waisted line of his pants was ungodly attractive. He couldn’t help but smile at the way you stared at him.

He returned to the bed, moving your body so that you were propped up into a half-sitting position against the pillows. He situated himself so he could lean over you, placing his knees on either side of your hips in the process.

“Is this okay?”, he asked, hovering above your body. Caught up in the moment, and almost in awe of the way he looked staring down at you, a nod was the only response you could give. You felt the rough skin of his fingers gently grab your chin.

“I’d prefer if you used your words, darling”, he said in a tone that was somewhere between sultry and lighthearted teasing. You swallowed and replied in a voice that was much shakier than you expected.

“This is really nice.” He chuckled at the way your voice shook, causing you to laugh with him. Slowly he seated himself, and was now fully straddled on top of your thighs. You gasped at the feeling, heavy but not uncomfortably so. It was almost soothing to feel the weight of him on top of you.

“Can I touch your body? Just over your clothes for now...”, he asked, hands hovering over your sides. You nodded out of habit, but quickly corrected yourself.

“Yes, please.”

He slowly ran his hands up and down your clothed torso, dragging his fingers up your sides and ghosting them over your chest. After getting you comfortable with the sensation, he tentatively played with the hem of your shirt, allowing his fingers to occasionally brush against your exposed skin.

“Are you ready for your shirt off?”, he asked, “you can keep it on if you want.”

“No”, you said after considering it for a moment, “I want it off.” He nodded, noting the way your nervousness picked up slightly.

“Lift your arms up for me, baby.” He gently coaxed your arms upward and lifted the shirt up over your head, tossing it aside. Leaning back on his knees, he made no move to touch you again.

“What are you doing?”, you asked, watching him stare from where he had moved away from you.

“Admiring you”, he whispered, eyes trailing down your body in a way that made you blush.

“Oh, come on now”, you groaned after he spent a good ten seconds just silently staring at you.

“What?”, he questioned teasingly, “how am I not supposed to stare at a goddess?”

You scoffed, but the deepening blush on your face betrayed you. He chuckled softly to himself, thoroughly enjoying this whole experience. The hand on your side slowly slid upward, hesitantly cupping your breast in his palm. You inhaled sharply at the touch, shocked by the warm feeling of his hands against your skin.

He tilted his head down to press his lips to your neck. The contrast between hard tusks and soft lips tracing the curve of your neck was enough to make you moan out suddenly. Your face flushed, more out of shock than embarrassment. Techno’s lips left your skin, leaving a cold spot where the wetness from his mouth began to evaporate.

“I liked that sound”, he purred in your ear. Unconsciously, your body began to tilt upwards, seeking out more friction.

“Mhm- god babe, wait“, Techno gasped, suddenly grabbing your hips to halt your movements.

“Should I not have done that?”, you asked worriedly.

“No, no, it’s feels good, I just- “, he paused to take a deep breath, turning his gaze to meet yours, “if you keep doing that, things might start moving a bit faster...”

There was a moment of silence. The only thing you could hear was the sound of each other’s breathing. In a sudden burst of confidence, and maybe a little mischief, you allowed your body to slowly grind up into him again.

“Ah, fuck”, he groaned, his breath becoming heavier, “... you’re going to be the death of me.”

His lips crashed over yours again. He was more fervent and desperate with his movements. You felt the tips of his fingers ghosting over the hemline of your shorts.

“Can I touch you here?”, his voice trembled with desire, but still halting his movements until he heard your answer. You swallowed, feeling equal parts anxiety and arousal.

“Give me a moment”, you trembled, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm your nerves. You took a few seconds to collect yourself, then gave him the go ahead to continue.

He pulled your shorts and underwear off in one swift motion. Those were discarded on the floor with the rest of your clothing. He brought his hand up, hovering it between your gently parted legs. Swiftly, he dipped his fingers downward, giving a gentle and experimental touch.

“You’re wet for me”, he murmured, his pace slowing considerably as he took his time to appreciate you. With caution, he rhythmically pushed his hand against you with gentle motions. You continued to gasp at his movements, feeling the anxiety melt away from your body.

He placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth, and sighed, “you’re so good for me.”

You moaned at his words alone and smiled. When you opened your eyes to look up at him, he felt his heart swell.

“Are you crying?”, you asked, noticing the way his eyes had begun to glisten.

“No”, he denied unconvincingly. The smile never leaving his face. You lifted a hand to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb across the weathered skin. He turned his head to kiss your palm and began gently massaging between your legs, enjoying the way you sighed happily at his actions.

“Hey, Techno?”, you asked after a few blissful minutes of silence. He hummed, the tender expression never leaving your sight.

“Can you... put a finger in me?”, the sentence was punctuated with a soft moan as the palm of his hand pressed into your clit. He placed a kiss on your temple.

“Of course”, he whispered, adjusting the position of his arm. He placed his finger right up against your entrance, pausing to check in on you. You were nervous, he could easily tell. But it was also clear that you were excited and that you wanted this.

He began pushing inward, watching as your mouth fell open and eyes screwed shut.

“T- techno”, your voice shuttered.

“Shh shhh, it’s okay”, he hushed, stopping his finger midway through and trying to keep your muscles from tightening too much, “I’m not gonna go any further yet, just breath.”

You did, inhaling and exhaling as some of the tension left your body. He sat there patiently and allowed you to adjust.

“That wasn’t painful, was it?”, he asked. You shook your head.

“No, just... not used to it I think.” He nodded in understanding.

“It might feel weird at first. It’ll feel worse if your muscles are too tense. That’s why I need you to relax for me darling, alright?”

His voice reassuring you was like the warmth of a fireplace. As your body relaxed around him, he slid his finger deeper until he was settled all the way inside of you. Once you realized his finger fully inside, your head feel dizzy. The feeling of being stretched out by him for the first time was indescribable.

He made experimental movements with his finger, asking you what felt good and adjusting based on your answers. Each time his finger pushed into you, a moan, sigh, or gasp would escape from your lips. Eventually, you worked up to taking a second finger. From there, Techno began thrusting with his fingers. With each motion, he allow his thrusts to become steadily deeper.

You called out his name as pumped his fingers inside of you. It was the only thing you could think to say. When the call of his name faded and you could only moan inbetween shuddered breaths, he swallowed the noise between his lips. The muffled whine of your voice against his mouth sent shivers down his spine. You parted, but your mouth’s stayed in each other’s space. Breathing each other’s air.

“T- tehc-“, your voice was drawn tight, almost pained, “I think, I’m gonna-“

The words were cut off, but he could fill in the blanks.

“You’re gonna cum for me.” He wasn’t sure if he was informing you of what was going to happen, or commanding you to do so. Regardless, he continued at the same pace, only adjusting the thrust of his fingers to be every so slightly harder.

You leaned into his movements. With one final push, he felt you clench around him as your body reached its climax. You shouted; his name, a moan, you couldn’t tell. All you felt were the waves of pleasure rolling through you. Nothing you’d felt before could compare to it. You could hear Techno’s voice talking to you, but it sounded almost far away.

“- you alright, darling?”, you heard him say, finally able to make out the words as your mind became clearer. You nodded vaguely, gasping for air as you came down from your high. He was at your side the whole time, making sure you were okay through the entire aftermath.

“I’m gonna take my fingers out, okay?” He said once he knew you were ready for it. You let him slip out of you, feeling strangely empty at the absence of his fingers.

He sat up on his knees and brought his hand up to his mouth, sucking the remaining wetness off his fingers. You swear you could feel your pupils dilate as you watched them pull away from his mouth with a resounding pop.

“That was oddly attractive”, you blurted out in a trance. He chuckled heartily, the kind that made his chest rumble like a calming thunderstorm. Moving to sit next to you, he leaned over to run his clean fingers gently through your hair.

“How do you feel?”, he asked in a voice that was impossibly soft.

“... I feel warm”, you said with a smile, “my brain is hazy, but in a good way.”

He grinned, bearing his teeth and crinkling the skin around his eyes. His lips came down on yours, pressing each other’s smiles together. When you parted, a satisfied sigh fell from between his lips.

“Alright”, he shifted his position to lay down next to you, “let me cuddle you for the rest of the night.”

“What about you?”, you asked as he buried is face in your neck.

“What about me?”, he hummed, eyes closed peacefully.

“Don’t you want to cum too?”

He froze for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Well, sure. I wouldn’t mind it. But this was more about you than me, right? As long as it was good for you, I’m satisfied.”

You gently traced his arm from where it was draped across your chest. With careful movements, you ghosted your fingers down his body until they rested next to the fabric bunched around his half-hard cock. You felt him breath deeply against your neck.

“What are you thinking about, babygirl?”, his voice had deepened, the threat of his own arousal thick on his tongue.

“I-“, your voice faltered, but the hand tracing the outline in his pants remained steady, “I don’t know if I’m ready to have you in me yet... but can I fuck you? Maybe with my thighs?”

His heart clenched in a strange way that was part arousal, part undying love and affection. He gathered you up in his arms, pulling you up with him into a seated position.

“You want me to fuck your thighs while you sit in my lap?”, he said with a soft and playful smirk. You whined, shameless of your desire but still not wanting to verbally admit it.

“I want you to feel special too.” You placed a hand on his jaw and lightly bucked your hips into his. He let out a shaky breath.

“You’re gonna need to let me take my pants off first.”

Impulsively, you reached down and began undoing the dark black silk he wore as a belt. He looked down at you in a surprised daze and watched as you pulled the hem of his pants below his hips.

“Woah”, you blurted out once he was exposed to you. You slapped a hand over your mouth once you realized what you said, “sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just haven’t-“

“No, I get it”, he interrupted your flustered apology, “it’s kinda big...” His voice trailed off awkwardly, the blood rising to his cheeks as he watched you take sight of him for the first time.

“It’s nice...”, you mumbled quietly. Peering up at him, the two of you held silent eye contact for a few seconds. Techno lifted a hand to cover his mouth, a quiet laugh escaping from between his fingers. Seeing him practically giggling, your composure broke and you began to laugh with him.

“That was kind of a dumb compliment, wasn’t it?”, you chuckled.

“Maybe a little bit”, he grinned, shaking off the last of his laughter, “I still appreciate it, for what it’s worth.”

You smiled, leaning up to press a kiss into his jaw. He took it happily, wrapping you up in a quick hug before standing up and pulling his pants the rest of the way down.

“Alright, let’s get back to it.” He rummaged through his bedside drawer, pulling out a small towel, and a glass bottle filled with what appeared to be some kind of lubricant.

“How did you get that?”, you asked, genuinely curious.

“You mix slime with water and reduce it down using a brewing stand. Phil taught me how to do it.”

“Phil?”

“Don’t think about it too much.”

Returning to the bed, he sat with his chest upright and let you situate yourself on top of him. He began rubbing the liquid onto your inner thighs. It was thick and cold, making you shiver as it touched your skin.

“You still good with this?”, he asked, voice breathless and his cock sitting hard between your legs. You nodded, placing your arms around his shoulders for support.

“Okay”, he pressed a quick kiss on your forehead, “close your legs around me, slowly and gently.”

You took his instructions perfectly, gingerly bringing your thighs together. When the skin of your thighs pressed into him, taking shape around his hard cock, he gasped. You’d never heard him make a sound like that before. His head fell forward, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder.

“Are you alright?”, you asked, your hands coming up to rest on his back.

“You feel so good on my cock”, he choked. His hips were already grinding up into you instinctively, continuing to make his breath come out shaky. You began to follow his movements, letting him slide up and down between your legs.

He moaned beautifully. You could feel his hot breath come out in puffs against your skin. The two of you set an unspoken rhythm together. You moved your body up and down, listening to the way he shuttered with every downward movement.

“Baby”, he groaned, drawing out the syllables of the word, “can you go a little faster please? Just a little...”

You obliged him, of course you did. How could you say no when he sounded like this? As the pace of your movements increased, so did the sounds he made. Moans fell from between his lips at a faster and uneven tempo. He lifted his head to bury his nose in your hair, trying to consume you with as many of his senses as possible.

Suddenly, his body tensed. He made a sobbing sound that got caught in his throat halfway through. The hand that wasn’t holding onto you reached over to grab the towel he had set aside earlier. He wrapped it around the head of his cock right as his orgasm began to rip through him. He gasped and shuddered in your arms, riding out the waves of his pleasure.

Once his body went slack and his breathing calmed, you started moving to get off of him.

“Ah- no, wait”, he pleaded, grabbing your shoulders to keep you from leaving. There was sweat on his brow, and you looked down to see his cock still hard underneath the towel.

“Are you still-?”, you asked with wide eyes. He nodded, biting his lip.

“It takes a while”, his breath was still coming out shaky, “I probably should have mentioned that earlier.” He attempted to laugh, but it came out as more of an exaggerated exhale.

“What do you want me to do for you?”, you asked as his face screwed up at the stimulation.

“Just, don’t move your lower body. At all”, he breathed.

“Can I stroke your hair?”, you questioned, wanting to feel useful somehow.

“That would be nice, actually.”

You carefully lifted your arms and began gently combing your fingers through his hair. He leaned into your touch, enjoying the tender feeling while his orgasm slowly tapered off.

Once you were able to, the two of you untangled yourselves from each other. He helped you clean up, tossing your soiled laundry in a basket to be taken care of later.

Be beckoned you back to the bed, wrapping you up in his arms and draping the covers across both of your bodies. You curled into his side, tucking your head into the crook of his shoulder. He stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head until you drifted off to sleep.

With you now asleep in his arms, he was left alone with the voices, who had been surprisingly considerate and quiet during that whole experience.

“she’s fucking gorgeous” “i knew she’d look beautiful when she moans” “the way she looked up from underneath you... fucks sake we need to do that again” “do it again soon” “please fuck her more often” “everyday” “multiple times a day”

“Alright guys, calm down”, he muttered. He’d allow the voices to go a little wild in privacy if it meant they’d keep quiet during the actual sex.

“you’ll go a bit harder next time, won’t you?” “please, make her scream for you” “i bet she’d like it” “she’ll be able to handle it” “i bet she’s secretly kinky” “ooh yeah” “she’ll like anything you do to her”

“Only if she wants to... when she’s ready...”, he mumbled, already half asleep.

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i hope the wait was worth it! i struggle with writing intimate scenes sometimes, so there’s always a lot of back and forth

i have a concept in my head for what a part 3 of this series would look like, but i want to get through all of my other requests before i decide to go through with it or not. i love writing baby blue, but it always takes me a while 😅

thank you all for your patience! i hope you enjoyed <3

-moonlight

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BABY BLUE PART TWO IM SO SO EXCITED AHHHH

AHHH I’m so glad you’re excited for it! :D

I would guess I’m about halfway done with it by this point. It’s looking like it might be double the length of the first part... 😳🥴

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i might finish writing baby blue pt. 2 in a few days, but you didn’t hear that from me 👀

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PIGLIN PETNAMES IS THE BEST FIC EVER I'M DEAD

OMG dom thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I literally started writing the thing at like midnight and then immediately passed out LMAO but I’m so glad you liked it! :D

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Piglin Pet Names

technoblade x reader

i’m still working on my requests (it is going very slow, please bear with me ;-;) but in the meantime, i was struck by sudden inspiration and needed to get this little idea out of my head

please enjoy my self indulgent ideas :]

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The first time you ever heard Techno speak in piglin, he was deliriously tired. He had spent an unreasonable amount of time pouring over the old books on his shelves, whether out of necessity or pure enjoyment, you weren’t sure. It was only a few hours out from sunrise when you finally dragged him into bed.

As you tucked him tightly into the sheets, he grabbed your face in both his hands and muttered, “z- złoto...”

“Huh?”, you gasped at the unfamiliar syllables leaving his mouth.

“jesteś piękna, złoto...”, he smiled happily before his heavy eyelids finally closed.

From then on, you noticed the piglin language slipping out of him more and more. He would call you by different names. “Moja droga”, “kochanie”, and “maleńka” were the ones you remembered most clearly, but more often than not he would call you “złoto”.

You weren’t sure if you should ask him what any of the words meant. You couldn’t even tell if he was aware that he was saying them. As time went on, you picked up the meaning of a couple phrases here and there. Quickly, you learned that “daj mi buzi” meant he wanted a kiss from you.

One day, after he had spent several weeks exclusively referring to you as “złoto”, you decided to ask what the word meant.

“Oh...”, he went blank faced at your question, as if he only just realized what he had been saying to you for the past couple months, “it means gold...”

“Gold?”, you repeated to make sure you heard him correctly. He nodded, almost a bit awkward now.

“Instincts die hard, I guess”, he said nonchalantly while fidgeting with his hands.

You blinked at where he stood across from you, still trying to process the context you now had for his little pet names.

“You’re gonna have to teach me more piglin in the future.” He smirked at your response.

“Pewniak, mój złoty.”

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as an author’s note, allow me to explain my interpretation of the piglin language underneath the cut (keep reading if you wanna see the words translated)

so, all of the words and phrases used here are actually polish words. my family is half polish, and i’ve always liked learning a few words in the language and using them from time to time (my family frequently refers to blankets as their polish name “pierzyna”)

now, i am far from bilingual, so my translations may not be perfect. i am happy to correct any of my mistakes. for now, though, i thought i’d include a little transition guide for the words featured in this drabble

złoto - gold

jesteś piękna - you are beautiful

moja droga - my dear

kochanie - love

maleńka - little one

daj mi buzi - give me a kiss

pewniak, mój złoty - sure thing, my golden one

(thank you so much to @/pinktowne for helping me out with some of the polish translations!)

i hope you enjoyed :D

- moonlight

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Hi there luv! Hoping you're doing good! . I'd just like to drop by n ask... do you do requests for techno au characters? Coz if so,can I request a sir billiam x reader please? Preferably she/her pronouns thank you <3

Akin to Royalty

sir billiam x fem!reader

this is my first time writing for sir billiam (and i ended up writing a lot more than i expected) so i hope you enjoy my interpretation of him!

content warning // implied NSFW, though the story itself is SFW

listen to this while you read: Hell by Olivver the Kid

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You lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Or, well, you used to at least. The place was dry, lonely, but the few people who lived there called it home.

Everything was peaceful and quiet, until one day a mysterious stranger rolled into town. He rode on a dark stallion, and immediately made his way towards the bank. You stood at the opposite side of the road, and briefly made eye contact with him. It was difficult to see from that distance, but you swear you saw his formal demeanor falter for just a moment.

Minutes after the man entered, there were screams emanating from the building as he jumped onto his horse’s back, sacks of money slung across his shoulder and a young child clutched in his arm. He was about kick his horse into a full gallop, but his head turned and laid eyes on you once again.

Suddenly, he was right in front of you. His arm stretched out towards you, offering an open hand for you to take.

“Come with me”, he said quickly. His eyes were locked on yours, despite the approaching sounds of the whole village coming to stop him. You weren’t sure what drove you to make the decision you did that day. Maybe it was pure impulse, or possibly even boredom. But you took his hand and allowed him to hoist you into a seated position behind him.

With a swift kick and a yell, the horse was sprinting out of town at an almost impossible speed. You wrapped your arms around the man’s torso to prevent from falling, and watched as your old home faded from view.

The sun was low in the sky when he finally came to a stop. You were in a dense forest, just on the outskirts of a clearing in the trees. Peering though the leaves, you could barely make out the shape of what appeared to be... a mansion?

“Here, let me help you down”, he said, holding his arms up to you from where he stood on the ground.

“... Tell me your name first.”

He almost scoffed at your response, “You’re the one who hopped on a horse with a complete stranger. I should be asking you the same thing.”

“You first then”, you retorted. You weren’t sure why you were being so bold with him, but he seemed amused by it.

“I am Sir Billiam”, he surrendered, “and who might you be my lady?”

“[y/n].”

“[y/n]”, he repeated as if he were tasting the word between his lips, “well, I assume you will be living here for a period of time. Allow me to show you around?”

You placed your hands on Sir Billiam’s shoulders and allowed him grab your waist as he lifted you off the horse’s back and onto the ground. A small group of what appeared to be servants had already come to meet him outside. They gathered up the sacks of money, the horse, and the child and took them inside. You, however, were lead inside by Billiam himself.

Billiam’s mansion was lavish. The largest building you had ever seen. He lead you to one of the large sleeping chambers that would become your bedroom. You were introduced to the all of the staff, and told what time each meal was served.

Billiam also explained he would like you to help out with a few tasks that needed to be done around the place. He offered you the job of primary caregiver for the child from your village, which you accepted.

That was how you spent your days going forward. You and the young boy would wander the halls of the mansion, playing games and helping him with his studies. Billiam would sometimes leave for business, but you and him would always meet for meals throughout the day. It became a comfortable routine, and multiple months had passed in the blink of an eye.

One day, you and Billiam were eating dinner alone together. The child had gone up to bed early. The two of you ate in comfortable silence, until Sir Billiam suddenly spoke up.

“I will be hosting a ball in about a week’s time. Would you like to attend?”

You were a little shocked by his offer. He had hosted a couple parties during your time here, but you had always assumed it wasn’t the place for you and stayed out of the way.

“Won’t you need me to watch the kid?”, you asked.

“I can have someone else watch him for the night”, he responded simply, “plus, I would like for you to be there.”

You carefully pondered over his words. He really wanted you to be there? You couldn’t understand why. You were just a small town girl who’d runaway from her home. What made you fit to attend a ball on the level of opulence as Sir Billiam’s?

“Can I ask you a question before I make my decision?”, you spoke up after a few moments of silence. He gave you a nod, indicating for you to continue.

“Why did you ask me to come with you? That day, in my old town...”

He paused for a second before answering, “I knew I would need someone to look after the child. Who better than someone from his hometown?”

You hummed in acknowledgment of his answer. It was a good enough reason, you supposed.

“But that’s not the only reason”, he continued, standing up from his seat. He strode across the room, coming to a stop and leaning against your side of the table. With gloved hands, he placed a finger on your chin and gently lifted it.

“You can clearly see the environment I live in.... I like to surround myself with beautiful things.”

His finger lingered on your chin before slowly pulling away. Your breath caught in your throat as he turned to leave the room, shoes clacking against the hard dining room floor.

“I already have a dress in mind for you”, he called out with his back turned as he pushed his way through the swinging double doors. They closed behind him with a resounding thud. You sat in silence, trying to collect your thoughts as a servant rushed in to clear away Billiam’s plate.

A week later, you exited your sleeping chambers wearing the fanciest dress you’d ever seen. Billiam presented it to you the moment you agreed, having his seamstresses make any adjustments you desired. It fit you perfectly, with elaborate silver jewelry to match.

The party was already underway when you entered the ballroom. There were a countless number of people gathered in the room, all dressed elaborately. You felt a little out of place, but brushed the feeling aside and scanned the room for Sir Billiam. You found him talking to a small group of people, dressed in his dark and gold formal attire.

When he glanced to the side and caught sight of you, he was halted mid conversation. As he stared at you, time seemed to slow. He raised a hand to excuse himself from the group, and began making long strides towards where you stood.

“Hello, my dear”, he said with a smile, looking down at you and drinking in your appearance. His expression was strong enough to almost make you shy away, but you stood strong and held his gaze despite the blush rising to your cheeks.

He offered up an open palm for you to place your hand upon. When you did, he leaned down and placed a kiss on the back of your palm. He lingered there with closed eyes for what seemed to be an inappropriately long time, but eventually parted and released your hand back to you.

“You look absolutely gorgeous”, he spoke almost reverently. You blushed at the way he spoke about you. He looked gorgeous as well, though you were still too embarrassed to admit that.

“I’ve never been to a party like this before”, you said, unsure of what else to say. He offered out his arm, which you took instinctually.

“You can stay by my side the whole night if you’d like”.

With that, he lead you out into the crowd, rejoining with the group he had been talking to previously. The rest of your night was spent being introduced to people by Billiam, listening in on conversation, and drinking fancy bubbling wine. Once you felt more comfortable, Billiam would occasionally leave the central ballroom with small groups of people at a time. You assumed he was giving select individuals a personal tour of his mansion.

As the party was beginning to wind down, you exited the ballroom. You just needed a moment away from the crowds. The gentle string music was muffled, but still able to heard as you walked down a nearby empty hall way. As you turned the corner, you happen to see Sir Billiam himself standing at the other end. He seemed distracted, but quickly caught sight of you and turned to walk in your direction.

“Hello my dear”, he said breathlessly once he reached you, “is everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I just wanted a moment to myself.” He nodded in understanding, clasping his hands behind his back as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

“I hope you have enjoyed yourself tonight, [y/n]”, he spoke almost nervously.

“I have”, you reassured him, “I would have left way earlier if I didn’t.”

He gave a hearty chuckle, “I am glad to hear that. Hopefully, you can attend more parties in the future. If you’d like to, of course.”

You smiled at him, “I would like that, I think.”

There was silence between the two of you. Billiam opened and closed his mouth, as if he were about to say something, but started rethinking his words midway though.

“[y/n]... I feel like doing something rather foolish”, he said quietly as he took a subtle step closer to you.

“What is it?”, you asked, taking a small step towards him as well.

Suddenly, the smooth fabric of his glove was against your cheek as he brought your lips up to his. You froze in surprise for just a moment before unconsciously melting into him, allowing him to take the lead as he kissed you. Once you started to kiss back, his other hand was placed against your lower back, drawing you even closer to him.

The two of you eventually parted, both slightly shocked and gasping for breath. He looked into your eyes, and you saw as his expression faltered for just a moment. The hand on your cheek pulled away, leaving a small spot on your face feeling.. wet?

“What is it?”, you asked as he looked at you strangely.

“N-nothing”, he said, turning his head downward to rummage through his pockets. “Must have spilt some wine on my glove”, he muttered as he pulled out a handkerchief and proceeded to gentle dab it against your cheek.

You watched as he quickly shoved the handkerchief back in his pocket, just barely able to make out a small red stain before it disappeared. At the same time, he pulled the soiled glove off with his teeth and placed it within the same pocket.

“Now”, he said, returning his half-lidded gaze back to you, “with that distraction taken care of...”

His lips were back on yours, though this time he used the force of his body to gently press your back against the wall. He kissed you so fiercely it left your head spinning. You gripped the fabric on the back of his coat in an attempt to ground yourself.

“You’re so beautiful, my love”, he spoke adoringly against your skin as his lips traveled down your jaw and onto the graceful line of your neck, “ever since I saw you in that village, I knew I wanted you here with me.”

You tilted your head back against the wall, bringing your hands up to run through his soft pink locks. He nibbled on the skin where your neck curved into your shoulder, causing you to gasp out in a way that sounded a little too sensual. The way he chuckled against your skin sent shivers down your spine.

Eventually his lips left your skin, causing you to pout ever so slightly. Suddenly, he grasped both of your hands in his and got down on one knee in front of you.

“[y/n]... please”, he looked up at you with a pleading expression, “stay with me here. I understand if you only planned to stay here temporarily, but I want you to live here with me. I’ll will provide and care for you to the best of my ability. Anything you could ever want or need, you will have. We will live akin to royalty, and you will be the queen of our domain... and of me.”

You stood in front of him, mouth slightly parted in shock. I was undeniable that you and Billiam had formed some sort of bond during the past few months. Though you weren’t sure what kind of bond it was until now. There was attraction there as well. Billiam was quite handsome, and he clearly found you to be beautiful. Beautiful enough to be picked up and taken away in the middle of a bank robbery.

The day you left your village, you weren’t sure what motivated you to do it. After thinking on it for a long time, you concluded that maybe you were seeking out some much needed excitement in your life.

And something about the way Billiam looked at you was very exciting.

“Yes, Billiam... I will be your queen.”

He was on his feet again, wrapping his arms around you and bringing his lips to yours once again. Neither of you even bothered to say goodbye to any of the guests that night. He continued to kiss you as he led you through the quiet halls of his mansion, escorting you to his bed chambers for the night.

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thank you to this anon for giving me my first ever request!

like i said earlier, i ended up writing SO MUCH more for this than i expected to, which was kinda cool. i ended up being very inspired by the storyline i came up with

anyways, i hope you enjoyed it! <3

-moonlight

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holy shit this blog just hit 100 followers...

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Baby blue was soooooo cute!!! It was such a good story!!!

thank you so much!! <3 honestly, i’m so happy to see so many people enjoying baby blue. it’s helping me enjoy writing as a hobby more than i ever have before

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i accidentally stayed up until 1am to finish writing baby blue, and had to wake up 5 hours later for work. i may be a bit tired, but waking up to see all the support and love baby blue is receiving makes it all worth it!

thank you everyone for your support <3

i’m going to take a break for a few days, but part 2 is in the works ;)

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Baby Blue

technoblade x fem!reader

concept: techno is scared of ‘corrupting’ the reader, but the reader’s kinda into it...

content warning // NSFW, virgin!reader, very minor angst?, small argument that gets resolved

listen to this while you read: BBBlue (Single) by Olivver the Kid

(this fic was heavily inspired by the lyrics of this song, so i highly recommended giving it a listen!)

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When Techno found out you were a virgin, he was terrified. Not necessarily of the thought itself, but of the implications.

He’d never forget the look on your face when you told him. You tried to be casual about it, but he knew you well enough to spot the dusting of pink across your cheeks. You nuzzled yourself closer into his side. Whether out of embarrassment or something else entirely, he couldn’t tell. All he could feel was his heart dropping as the voices chanted at him to “ruin her”

Of course you, his pure sweet angel, would be a virgin. He once again crumbled under the idea that you had chosen him. How on earth could a person like you even think of being with a beast like him. Yet alone, giving up your virginity to him.

He hated how horribly turned on he was by the thought of taking it.

The voices had been relentless about it ever since. They were hyper focused on your every move, twisting every thought of his into something promiscuous. When you rolled out of bed in the morning and stretched, a small sigh escaping your lips, it was endless cries of “make her do that again” “you should fuck those moans out of her” “make her scream”

While making breakfast together in the morning, they wouldn’t stop telling him to “bend her over the counter” “take it right here”

Even at times where he was alone, the voices preoccupied him with endless thoughts of you. He was fairly certain they had forced him to imagine every possible way in which he could have you. “imagine fucking her against the wall” “you can be gentle for the first time y’know” “she’d feel so good writhing underneath us” “press her face into the mattress instead” “make her get on her knees and suck you off” “she’ll be such a pretty little slut for us”

He tried to take care of himself as often as he could, but it was becoming impossible to keep up with. There were only so many times a day he could jerk himself off alone behind locked doors. He was desperate, and sexually frustrated to say the least.

He felt disgusting for it.

After a week of this torment, he could barely even look at you yet alone touch you without the voices and his own guilt pounding against his skull. You couldn’t even think about broaching the subject again, because he was avoiding physical contact like the plague. He wouldn’t come to bed until he knew you were asleep, and would leave long before you woke.

As much as he tried to hide it, you could tell he was tired. Something was wrong, but you knew that he’d never just tell you about his problems unprompted. Techno was insufferably stubborn in that way. After several days of avoiding your gaze and leaning away from your touch, you chose to confront him.

“Techno”, you called for his attention quietly, trying to sound stern while remaining gentle with him. He didn’t turn to fully face you, but he glanced at the spot on the wall just above your head.

You struggled to find the words you wanted to say, so you settled on telling him, “Techno, you look tired.”

He turned his attention away from you. “Just a lot of work around the house this week. I’ll be fine after I rest.”

“Then come to bed with me.” You saw the way his body tensed and tilted away from you at that simple suggestion.

“I just need to write a couple letters first. You can go ahead of me.”

“Techno...”, you whined, daring to take a step closer to him. He gave you an almost panicked look, “why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you”, he responded quickly, trying to look through you instead of at you.

“Yes you have”, you responded firmly. A flash of guilt washed over his face at your tone. “You haven’t kissed or touched me for nearly a week now. I don’t even know for sure if you sleep in the same bed as me anymore. Fuck, you barely even talk to me.”

Angry tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you wanted to hold them in. Techno felt his chest tighten at the sight of it. He instinctively turned and reached out to comfort you, but forced himself to freeze.

“There”, you said, gesturing towards him, “just like that. You’re stopping yourself. Why are you doing that?”

He repeatedly opened and closed his fists at his side, wanting to have any conversation other than this one.

“[y/n], there’s just a lot going on in my mind right now”, he said. It wasn’t a complete lie. “I just need to work though it.”

“Then let me help you.”

“No”, he responded a little too quickly, “I- I mean, I just don’t want to talk about it with you yet...”

“Why not?”, you retorted, trying to squeeze any information you could out of him.

“I just don’t, okay? It’s uncomfortable, I don’t want to talk about it yet.”

“... is this about me being a virgin?”

“I never said that”, he replied, but the tension in his shoulders was enough to tip you off.

“Ah geez Technoblade, if it was that much of a problem for ya, you should have just told me”, you said sarcastically, “instead of avoiding all physical contact for a like week straight!”

“It’s not a problem, [y/n].”

“Certainly doesn’t feel that way.”

Techno huffed in frustration, grabbing a fistful of his hair at the root. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset with himself, or the fact that a few of the voices were still begging him to “please fuck her already”

“Love, I wasn’t avoiding you because I didn’t want it. They”, he tapped a finger against the side of his skull, “they want it so badly. It’s driving me insane.”

He breathed in and out shakily, trying to gauge your expression in the brief moments before he continued.

“I’m a monster. I’ve spilt more blood than anyone every should in a single lifetime. My appearance is more beast than man.”

He looked up briefly to find you staring right at him, a tight-lipped frown upon your face.

“What does that have to do with any of this?”

“I- ... I don’t want to corrupt your innocence”, he admitted.

“What on earth do you mean by that?”

“[y/n], you’re so perfect”, he answered almost breathlessly, “you’re so kind and so pure. Just living with me does enough to taint your reputation, I don’t wanna-“

He cut himself off to swallow thickly. He almost seemed scared of the words he was going to say next.

“I don’t want to ruin this part of you either...”

A heavy silence filled the tiny sitting room of techno’s cottage. In those few seconds, your eyes widened ever so slightly as his words suddenly clicked in your mind. This hulking boar of a man, an undisputed war criminal, was scared. He was scared of damaging you, your reputation, or your recently revealed ‘innocence’. Compared to himself, he saw you as a pure being who could be tainted by unwholesome thoughts.

If what he said about the voices was true, then his actions of the past few days would’ve made sense for him.

“Oh techno...”, you muttered softly, tentatively placing a hand on his jaw. His posture was curled inward, making him look small despite his size. He was stiff at first, but allowed you to lift his gaze to meet yours. He searched your eyes desperately for an indication of your reaction. You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

A small wave of confusion washed over his face, but he nodded anyways. “It was at the festival...”

“That’s right”, you said, moving the hand on his face down to rest over his shoulder, “and do you remember what I did that day?”

“You threw an axe into Schlatt’s shoulder”, he answered, watching as the scene played out in his memory.

You lived with Niki in her bakery at the time, and witnessed firsthand the injustice she faced during Schlatt’s presidency. As the chaos after Tubbo’s execution occurred, you took the opportunity to hurl your axe where Schlatt stood upon his podium. The blow wasn’t fatal, but that wasn’t necessarily your goal. You just wanted to see the man in pain.

“It was a lucky shot really”, you admitted, “I wasn’t even aiming properly.” That managed to draw a small smile onto Techno’s lips.

“And do you remember”, you continued, “when I tried to confront the Butcher Army by myself?”

He grimaced at the thought. You had told him you just needed to make a quick trip to L’manburg for some supplies, leaving him at home alone to recover from the previous day’s events. You returned that evening with a sprained wrist and a couple large bruises forming on your body. None of them were trying to kill you, but you took a pretty good beating from Quackity just for trying to confront them.

“Why are you bringing all of this up now?”, he asked.

“Because”, you said, “this is the evidence that will support my next point.”

He looked bewildered by that statement, but continued to listen.

“I’m not a perfect person”, you resumed, “I have blood on my hands just like you do. I know it’s hard to compare to you, but I’m not devoid of my own sins. I can be mean, I’ve hurt people. I’m not a pure, angelic being who would quiver at a single inappropriate thought. I think you forget that sometimes.”

He let your words swirl around in his head; he couldn’t deny the logic in them. The evidence prevented him from denying the truth of your statement. He could almost be mad that you’d talked him into a corner, but he was more overjoyed at the fact that you knew him well enough to do so.

“And you know...”, you spoke quietly, letting your hand fall down to rest on his chest, “if you did somehow ‘corrupt my innocence’ as you say... I really wouldn’t mind that.”

Techno’s breath hitched in his throat. There were a brief few moments, maybe minutes, where he just stared at you. Then his lips were on yours; sudden and clumsy, but passionate. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he grabbed at your waist, desperate to have you in his arms again.

“I’m sorry, I had to”, he muttered, his lips left hovering a hair’s breadth away from yours.

“You’re so silly sometimes”, you sighed affectionately, rubbing small circles into his collarbone. He gave you a gentle smirk before pressing another kiss into your lips.

“I’m sorry darling, I really am”, he said as he drew you into a tight hug. He took in your scent and the feel of your skin for the first time in days. It felt like he could survive off the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body alone. He wondered why he ever let himself be depraved of this.

“You know I trust you, right?”, you spoke with your face pressed into his chest.

“I’m not sure why, but yes.”

You decided not to reprimand him for saying that. You could help him unpack all that later. Instead, you brought your head up to whisper in his ear.

“You have my full and unconditional consent to take my virginity whenever you’re ready.”

Techno inhaled and held his breath, though for what, he wasn’t sure. It took a while for the full weight of those words to sink in. He leaned back to stare at your face, bringing one of his large and shaky hands up to cup your cheek.

“Are you sure?”, his eyes were wide with trepidation, practically pleading with you to tell him the truth. You leaned into his palm, indulging in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I want you, techno. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Techno was lost in your words. The sudden absence of guilt left his heart light and airy in his chest. For the first time in days, the voices were only a gentle murmur.

“she’s so beautiful” “she wants you” “make her feel good” “show her how special she is” “make her smile” “she’ll be so pretty” “she’s always pretty” “be gentle, no need to rush”

“make love to her”

“... I think I’m ready now.”

───※ ·❆· ※───

ayyyy guess who finally finished writing something!!!

parts of this feel a little rushed but ehhhhhh i was just excited to finally post it. i looove writing techno as an extremely self-conscious character who’s too caught up in their own head to see how ridiculous they’re being. so, this was a treat for me to write

i hope you enjoyed :D

-moonlight

[moonlit-reveriee]

Wow, the nsfw alphabet kinda popped off while I was asleep, huh? 😳