#dreamsmp drabbles

[lookinghalfacorpse]

/dsmp /rp tw for mentions of violence, death, war, medical details

the various skills of philza minecraft and where he learned them.  a collection of the half-lost memories of an immortal.

basic medical procedures.  he was around 350 years old when he stumbled to the doorstep of a village doctor.  a polite, patient woman who wore shawls and long dresses.  she wrapped his wounds, gave him tea, and they hit off well enough that philza spent the next 5 years with her.  he watched her operate on soldiers, on children, on mothers and fathers.  he learned how to amputate a limb after a pre-teen boy crushed his hand during a cave exploration, and while he lay half-conscious and drunk on pain pills, his remaining hand grasped philza’s sleeve.  “how do you keep from falling in love?” he asks the doctor.  “i don’t,” she replies, “i just let it happen.”

(her home is targeted by a clever army.  if you take down the doctor, you eliminate the chance of recovery.  philza uses what he learned to try to save her-- tourniquets, cpr-- but it isn’t enough.)

herbal mixes.  he spent around 80 years with a commune deep in the mountains-- a collection of folks who needed a home and found it within one another.  they built beautiful structures and gardens where they grew herbs to mix into teas and pipes.  he outlives all of them and their children.

carpentry.  his foggiest, most distant memories take place on a farm.  he’s a clumsy young boy following his father around, holding candles for him while he worked, learning about different woodworking terms.  years and years have passed, and he can no longer remember his father’s face or name, but he’s kept many of the lessons.

flying.  everyone has to start somewhere.  phil trained with an old elytrian-- a man who has taught many, many children over his years.  when phil first approached, the man thought he was another hunter seeking to slice his wings from his back and sell them, as humans often did, but philza showed him how his wings were attached to his back and explained that they were a gift from death herself.  the elytrian’s training methods were harsh.  birds drop their children from the nest to teach them, and similarly, philza found himself tossed into the void with no option but to save himself.  his lack of other bird-like features made things interesting.  With no tail to steer or talons to grasp a perch, the old mentor had to adjust his ways when he worked with phil.  they stayed together for 20 years before the elytrian left him, as he did with all his children before.

handling panic attacks.  after a village is burned to the ground, the survivors ran away together and tried to restart.  philza joined them for a while.  many of the villagers break down into tears and tremors, barely breathing between sobs, and phil watches a young mother help them.  she coos, she traces fingertips along their skin, she whispers compliments and affirmations and confident declarations that they’ll be safe.  an earthquake destroys their efforts, and as a little boy suffocates under the ruins of his new home, philza talks to him.  coos.  traces fingertips along his skin.  whispers to him, with confidence, that he will be okay.

playing guitar.  he travels, briefly, with a warden hybrid.  being born in darkness and sculk, the hybrid has an easier time navigating cave systems than the airborne philza, so phil elects his help when he makes a journey underground.  the man is blind, and he uses music as a way to pass the time.  phil can only play basic chords, but it’s enough to help him teach his son later on.  philza doesn’t realize the man has died until he visits his home many years later to ask for his aide again, only to find the structure long abandoned.

braiding hair.  a talkative young woman at a market stall offered to teach him, insistent that he’d look lovely if he tied his long hair back.  he only wanted to buy some wool off of her, but he left with a new skill, a blush on his face from all the compliments she gave, and a discount on the wool.

(he tells kristin later, and she laughs and laughs and laughs)

leatherworking.  he pays a woman very handsomely to teach him.  she has strong, muscular arms and eyes that tear through him, and she isn’t patient with his mistakes.  her voice, heavily accented and deep, is frightening when she raises it, but philza enjoys her company regardless.  he’s been spending many years alone, and her commanding presence is a stark contrast to the silence he’s been enduring.  he likes finding ways to make her laugh.  when he returns later, hoping to ask her about a saddle he’s struggling with, he finds the shop flooded and destroyed, no owner in sight.

there’s a nerve in the spine that, if sliced, can turn the strongest of men into drooling vegetables.  philza cut it once, reducing a bloodthirsty warlord to a mindless lump of flesh within a heartbeat.  phil doesn’t talk about it, but he was 22 years old at the time, and although thousands of years have passed he still remembers the emptiness in that warlord’s eyes.  he scared himself.  he felt more aware of the consequences of brutality, of the frailty of the human body, of what vengeance can lead to.

(who could ever deserve this?  for all that he’s done, is this justice?)

archery.  escaping the violence (and the demands for his head), philza spends some time in the nether.  befriending the piglins comes easily, and they don’t really care about his past.  they do, however, care very much about how small he is.  his bones snap easily, a shove from one of their shields can toss him across a field.  they insist that he learns more long-distance techniques, and he undertakes archery.  he masters it, and he lies in wait until the overworld forgets him.

horseback riding.  he learned this from technoblade.  having lost his ability to fly, he needed new ways to travel quickly, and horses were a good option.  sitting atop a horse felt like a defeat, like a loss, like a demotion from the angel of death that he’s been for centuries, but techno taught him with a smile.

playing patty-cake.  he’s walking through a distant village when a boy, no older than 5 years old, takes a fistful of phil’s feathers.  the child is wandering alone, and when phil asks him where his parents are, he answers with questions of his own.  why do you have wings, mister?  why are you wearing a hat?  phil takes him by the hand and leads him to the side of the road, away from the horses and travelers.  the boy doesn’t seem frightened, which could be a good sign, and phil sticks around in hopes that his parents will show.  he pretends not to know how to play patty-cake as the boy teaches him.  he messes it up in exaggerated, humorous ways (smacking himself in the face, using a foot instead of a hand) to make him laugh.  when his mother returns to retrieve him, her face a deep red, he tells her that she has a most lovely son.

(philza would say that patty-cake is one of his most important skills.  and blowing raspberries on a baby’s stomach, and planting rapid-fire kisses on a toddler’s cheek until she squeals and blushes.  how do you keep from falling in love?)

#:') #drabbles #cphilza #c!philza #i'll make a mastertag for stuff about phil's past #dsmp #dreamsmp #dream smp #cphil #c!phil #immortal

[beautifulaestheticsanon]

Intro and workshop

Hello, I'm BeautifulAestheticsAnon! You can just call me Aesthetic though. I'm a inspiring story writer and I thought 'why not make my own Tumblr blog?' My inspiration came from Squishycheekanon, please go check her out she makes AMAZING stories!! This workshop will grow as more stuff is made, and a masterlist will eventually get made.

This is a 18+ blog, there is NSFW and slight dark themes.

Who I will write for:

C! Dream

C! Georgenotfound

C! Sapnap

C! Wilbur (all Bur's included)

C! Technoblade

C! Foolish

C! Punz

C! Karl Jacobs

C! Eret

C! Badboyhalo

What I will write:

Degradation

Somnophilia

Darcryphilia

Hair pulling

Spanking

Choking(light)

Daddy/mommy kink

Bondage

Size kink

Praise

Heat/Rut

Breeding

Free use

Overstimulation

Orgasm Denial

What I will not right:

Piss/Shit kink

Knife/Gun kink

Pain kink

Rape

Dubcon

Angst

Hate sex

Please respect these boundaries, but otherwise ask away and have fun!!!!

#dsmp #dreamsmp #dream smp #smut #beautifulaestheticanon #writing #drabble #writing blog #anon ask #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken smut #dream smut #georgenotfound #georgenotfound smut #sapnap #sapnap smut #karl jacobs #karl jacobs smut #foolish gamers #foolish gamers smut #punz smut #technoblade smut #the eret #the eret smut #wilbur soot smut

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

So for the dnd con au, it takes place 10 years after Dream has been locked up in prison. So by now Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy are adults and they have their own lives to a degree. Everyone “trusts” the prison that has been made and life in theory is good— the Five Kingdoms have some bickering but nothing that’ll escalate to a war, just some political and personal issues. There really is not true threat of anything--

But everything goes into chaos the second Cala escapes the prison with Dream:

The first that would be notified is the King of Las Nevadas obviously. King Quackity would hear the news from Sam, who saw Dream teleport the two away right as he was about to land a killing blow on Cala. Quackity would be beyond furious; he would scream, he would yell, he would fucking go into a breakdown because they were trusted into keeping this man locked up-- but thats not just it- he lost one of the thriving things that gave him power and control. He lost the one good thing he had going for him over the past ten years. He would quickly send out mercenaries and other people to track them down and to try and bring Dream back alive, but he doesn't care what would happen to Cala.

News would spread around fast, and it wouldn't be long until the Kingdom of L'Manberg hears of what happened. King Wilbur, who is teetering onto becoming a maddened king at this rate would be livid in a different way. Dream-- the man who caused him all this strife but at the same time the man who revived him and gave him life, a man he idolizes to a very unhinged degree, is out now. He could be a threat to the kingdom, he could be a threat in general! A part of him would feel burning hatred for him and Quackity for letting something like this happen, but another part of him is excited. He could relive out the old days of when his kingdom was new! Who knows?? And this young halfling paladin that managed to get him out so easily? Well-- thats all the more curious for him. Tommy, his personal knight, would be conflicted. A part of him is scared; this man that practically corrupted his friend and terrorized him is back and who knows what he is doing, but he knows hes not a boy anymore-- if needed he could deal with Dream all by himself. He won't be terrified of him anymore. He would fight if needed, as long as Wilbur says the word.

Meanwhile, the rival Kingdom known as the Kingdom of Manberg would hear news about it. The King's personal knight known as Tubbo would tell him the news. His voice would be hesitant since he has the same sentiment as his friend Tommy. But rather than anger or hatred, King Schlatt would just laugh. It's a mocking, almost amused laugh. Ater all Quackity had one job and he fucked it up! Schlatt isn't scared of Dream, but he knows how all the other kingdoms would react. it would be complete chaos and Schlatt would instantly try and win it in his favor. In fact, he would love to find Dream and this Paladin himself! He wants to be the one to take them in before the other kingdoms even find them, so he would send scouts to see if they're near. "If needed, bring them in with some force." Was his simple request. Tubbo would hesistate, seeing that familiar glint in Schlatt's eyes. It's the look of him having a chance to be in more power.

Queen Eret would hear the news fast that something had happened in Las Nevadas. She would learn very quickly that the person who caused the breakout would be one of her new knights, a halfling woman named Cala Warmroot. Instantly she would have a feeling of dread. Eret knew that back in the day her betrayal towards King Wilbur was the leading factors that caused friction to the kingdoms today. If word got out that one of her knights caused this-- she fears that old wounds would open up. However, she's not upset at Cala. She knows that Cala has a big heart and what she does is never out of an act of malice or pure evil. So she must have a reason to break him out right? Something must have happened that led her to that moment. After all, Cala swore the oath of redemption and Eret expected her to take her oath seriously. But.. would this act be too much? Did the little halfling bite more than she can chew? She would sit on her throne, thinking hard as she realizes that something big is going to brew from this event, and she prepares herself for the oncoming events.

Kinoko Kingdom would be the last to know. They live in a lush forest area, but the news does come in as soon as it is able to. The drowsy King George would be falling asleep on his mushroom throne, not processing what is happening until someone would come in, frantic as they would yell the news that Dream has escaped Pandora's Vault. At first the King's personal knight, a fire genasai known as Sapnap, would be instantly probing the person for more questions. They're joking right? It's been ten years and he hasn't even made attempts at escaping! But as they get the detials, the king would be more wide awake as he realizes that the news is true. For once he would be up fully, quickly telling Sapnap to go to their wizard Karl to see if they can scry either on him or on the woman that broke him out. Sapnap would want to personally go out and kill him himself, but King George orders him not to. He says to keep things as normal and if they come here, then let George handle it. As Sapnap begrudgingly leaves to contact Karl, George stares up at the glass stained window that depicts him with the God of Creation, XD. He prays softly, wanting to know what is going on and if there is anything that he should be worried of. He isn't scared of Dream, but he is wary on what this means.

While the Kingdoms are in chaos, all the way in the snowy area of the world is a group that is trying to dismantle the kingdoms as a whole. Not out of malice no, but just so that there can be no more monarchy in general. Their efforts have lessened some over the past ten years as Techno has been trying to figure out a way to break Dream out, but it has been constantly failing. As well as that, the attacks of a cult has been diminishing their plans. One of the crows would fly to the area and perch onto Philza's shoulder, telling him the news. Philza would instantly tell his friend what had happened, and for Techno is beyond speechless. It took them ten years to try and find a way to break Dream out, and this halfling did it instantly!? He would be happy, beyond happy, but also on edge since he doesn't trust this news. Something isn't right. He would tell Philza to send his crows to spy on them while he would go to Niki and Ranboo and ask them to get ready to scout if needed to. He knows how the Kingdoms would react and he needs them in their area ASAP before something drastic happens. He needs to see Dream again-- he has to.

A passing by mercenary would hear the news of what had happened as he's travelling between kingdoms. He would pause as he eavesdrops, hearing the details of how a foolish knight managed to break him out. He would then chuckle some, amused. After all, it had been a long time since he has seen his old friend. He thought by now that Dream was going to stay in there permanently, and he certainly tried to break him out himslef but it led to a few scrapes from the Warden. He would keep a mental note and instantly start to track them down; after all he needs to give him back his book and catch up.

In all honesty, BadBoyHalo didn't expect the woman to pull it off. He thought she had a slim chance even with his assistance to sneak her in, but once the news got out that they escaped-- he would hide his pure excitement. Him and Antfrost would make an excuse on how they didn't see her; how she was too clever and sneaky for them. Meanwhile after they are dismissed, they know that the kingdoms would be more focused on the escapees and they would have no idea of anyhting else. So they begin to set more of the seeds for the Eggpire, quietly setting in some control as they pretend they are scared of the big bad Dream escaping. All of this would be a good distraction so that the Crimson Egg would grow and thrive-- and so that Skeppy could gain complete control in general.

A pirate captain would be in one of the bars at the dock, wanting to rest for the day after a long voyage across the world. She would relax and order a drink, and as she relaxes she hears the dreaded news of what had happened. She pauses and neasrly spits out her drink, shocked. She instantly asks for more information-- and once she realizes fully there's a mix of dread and... relief in a way. Her son escaped, but she has no idea what would happen next. A part of her wants to track them down herself but she knows not to, the least she can do is wait and hope they would be near at least the docks. She.. She wants to see him, after everything that has happened. She needs to see him again, she wants to hug her son and hold him, at least for a moment.

#this is so much longer than i thought holy shit #but i needed this out of my body #cala writes #dnd con au #dsmp #dreamsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dreamsmp au #dream smp au #writing drabble #self insert #dsmp oc #dreamsmp oc #dsmp fic #dsmp fanfic

[justaltruix227]

Next Story?

#goodomens #dsmp #dreamsmp #writing #shortstory #drabbles #goodomens2 #ranboo #tubbo #sapnap #quackity #karl #crowley #aziraphale

[lemon-icee]

Hey! My name is Sammi, I'm in high school and I have a passion for writing. I feel comfortable doing character x reader and can really do any character I set my mind to. I will take requests for different characters throughout January. I'm hoping the we get a Bingo by the end of the month!

#peter parker x reader #writing #first post #bucky barnes x reader #adrien agreste x reader #marvel x reader #dreamsmp #disney #mha #headcanon #smut #fluff #x reader #angst #one shot #drabble

[ze-maki-nin]

Home

Pairing[s]: Dream, Tommy[/p] x Gn!Reader!

Idea: Dream escaped from prison and came to visit you, but it didn't go as he thought it would. [Plus more lol]

Warning[s]: Crying [?], slight caps, torture mentioned, pulling at hair, delusion [?], slight swearing, stockholm syndrome [I think], and arguing. Pls tell me if I missed anything!

Word Count: 774!

A/n: This is also for @dreamwvrld event ^^ Enjoy! [might do a part two]

Staring at the ‘happy’ male in front of you, your heart ached in pain. “Don't pretend you missed me” You said, your voice coming out as emotionless and harsh, making the male flinch at the tone.

“What?” The masked man breathed out, staring at you like he just saw you murder someone. “What do you mean ‘Pretend?’ I risked my life to escape that prison and come to see YOU!” He stated, his voice raising with each word he spoke as he jammed his finger in your face.

Shaking your head slowly, you opened your mouth once more. “That is a lie.” You stated plainly, looking into his eyes, which were filled with pain and hurt. “You broke out to continue to torcher Tommy. To gain your power back.” Sending him one last emotionless glance, you turned around and began walking away.

Dream watched as you walked away, dropping to his knees as tears began to silently fall down his face. “No” He whispered, bringing his shaky hands up to his face. “NoNoNoNoNoNoNO” He cried out, getting louder with each ‘No’ he said.

Letting out a heart wrenching scream, the blonde male began to grip and pull at his hair, wanting this to all to be a dream-no a nightmare that he'll wake up from soon.

Ya. He’ll wake up and everything will be ok! You’ll be in his arms, hugging and crying happy tears that he's back and he’ll comfort you! Ya that's what's going to happen!

Letting out another sob, Dream knew this wasn't true. And it hurts. It hurts so damn much. His grip on his hair loosened as the truth came crashing down once more, bringing more tears to his eyes.

“Dream?” A voice called out, the masked man not hearing it, causing the person who called out to set a hand on the males shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Slapping the hand away, Dream shakily stood up, almost falling over in the process. “No. I'm not.” He stated truthfully, not looking at the taller being behind him. “Lets just continue” Changing the subject, Dream began walking away, into the forest that was on his right.

Snow crunched under your boots, the tears you were holding back slowly fell down your face silently. “Stupid green bitch” You mumbled, bringing your hands up to wipe away the tears, not wanting anyone too see them.

As you continued on your way through the snowy forest, you began hearing voices ahead of you. Recognizing them, you picked up your pace and stopped the tears from rolling down your face. 

“I-Im serious! It was him! He-He chased me all the way here!” A shaky voice yelled out, causing you to frown as you knew who he was talking about.

“Nonsense Tommy. Dreams in Prison. Plus he doesn't have anything to hurt you with if he did escape.” An older, more calm voice reasoned, causing you too huff in annoyance.

Coming into the clearing, you saw Tommy and Phil not too far away arguing over whether or not Tommy was chased by Dream. “Hey Tommy,” You called out, completely ignoring Phil as you walked over to the fence and leaned against it. “Why don't you come with me?” Seeing his eyes light up in hope, he nodded his head frantically and rushed over to you, but was stopped by Phil who grabbed the back of his shirt.

“No.” Phil stated, his wings puffing up in protectiveness as he stared at your emotionless face. “You will not be going with them, Tommy” Pulling the child back behind him, Phil stared at you challengingly.

Looking at Phil in disbelief, Tommy began to argue back. “Are you serious?! Why not!?” He questioned, standing next to Phil confidently, challenging the older male.

“Because I said so.”

That damn answer angered you. He should give a good reason other than ‘he said so.’ 

“I don't give a DAMN about what you say!” Tommy yelled, jabbing his finger into Phils chest, causing the man to stumble a bit in surprise. “This is what I want! Not you!” With those final words, Tommy turned around and rushed to you, barely missing the hand of his ‘Father.’

As he jumped the fence, you carefully and quickly grabbed his hand and began walking away with him, back into the forest, Phil yelling for him to come back.

“You ready to go home?” You asked, sending a glance to the shorter male next to you, gaining a nod and a happy smile.

“Ya. . .I'm ready to go home.”

#dreamwvrld day writing event #dream x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fic #dream x reader angst #dream x gn!reader #dream x y/n #dream x reader #dream fic #dream oneshot #dsmp angst #dream smp angst #dsmp dream #dsmp au #dreamsmp #dream mcyt #dsmp tommy #dream drabble #dreamwastaken fic #dreamwastaken imagine #gn reader #non binary #nonbinary #dsmp drabble #dsmp tommy angst #tommy x reader #tommy mcyt #tommyinnit #dream smp

[panmoonchild]

The Bare Necessities (Georgenotfound x Little!Reader)

After a long wait, here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

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“Y/N!” George called out, glancing around the apartment. He peeked into your gaming room and was surprised to not see you at your desk for once. He gripped his, well yours to be specific, stuffed pig that he was planning on gifting you. He had seen it earlier that day and bought it on a whim after hearing you fawn over pigs in your Minecraft world. He had planned to give it to you yesterday but you had a lore stream planned so he didn’t want to bother you too much with it. 

He peeked into the living room again to see if he missed you somehow but he saw nothing. Where could they have gone?

He walked around the house for a bit before deciding to head into the kitchen to look for something to eat. As he was eating, he heard a doorknob shake before the door opened. George froze and waited in silence. Soft shuffling was heard before a thud and sigh followed. He raised a brow in curiosity and inched closer. There’s no way they left their front door locked? George questioned. He inched closer and peered through the crack in the door. 

You, being carefree in the safety of your own home, didn’t notice the obvious creak in the floor as you bent over setting up all of your toys in a circle with a small plate of cookies on the floor. 

“Y/N?” George called out confused. With a small jump, you turned around and gasped. In shock, your pacifier fell to the ground and tears began to well up in your eyes. George’s eyes widened in panic and rushed forward, shushing you softly. 

With tiny wails, you let yourself be dragged into George’s chest as he rocked you slightly.

“I-I’m so-so-sorry,” You stuttered out. George shushed you before placing a soft kiss on your head. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about. It’s okay, I know you’re just stressed and want to relax baby. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

With soft, gentle touches, he wiped away your tears, and at that moment. Y/N felt at peace. They felt complete and happy to have someone to love them this much.

After a long wait, a short drabble to kickstart my return. I might do a small writing challenge soon but I'm not too sure.

#georgenotfound #little space #age regression #x reader #dreamsmp #dream smp x reader #dsmp #drabble #cute #short #x gender neutral reader #i cant think of any other tags

[bedrockbrosau]

Techno smiled, "Theseus, I have something for you."

"Fuck-oh?" The boy's gaze was filled with a level of sheer adoring only roused by golden apples.

It was a disc. Pigstep.

"Thankyouthankyou" Tommy launched his body into the mass of pink fur that sheilded Techno.

Tommy paused as he looked through the sparse wastes that was his inventory- within it is a disc.

Pigstep it seemed.

Oh.

It was the... asshole pig's.

(He ignored any notion of longing to hear it, to keep a remnant of a time in which he had been decently happy in a world of endless snow)

He flung it from his possession, wincing as it cracked on the cobblestone, splitting perfectly in two.

Techno found it months later, navigating the forest of red vines that were now common throughout the central smp. His ax made a soft clink as it scratched the top of a shattered disc, one burried beneath the infestation Techno was doing his best to clear.

"Theseus... of course he would." Techno wouldn't say he was bitter, he wouldn't say he had any feelings about Tommy. Negative or postive.

(But he did have them- many of them)

#dreamsmp #dsmp #technoblade #tommyinnit #bedrock bros #ctechno #ctommy #drabble #writing #angst #music discs

[lonely-lost-soul]

Phantom of the Opera: Part 4: FINAL

(Technoblade x Reader x Wilbur)

HEAVY NSFW WARNING AT THE END! FEEL FREE TO SKIP!

Thank you for joining me on this lovely journey if you like it feel free to buy me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/lonely_lost_soul

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It was the night of the premiere of The Phantom’s opera, the orchestra was tuning all their instruments, and Phil was having the ballet dancers stretch and rehearse one last time before the performance. From outside the chief officer was standing in front of Wilbur, Schlatt, and Quackity observing and supervising the proceedings. Inside there was a hidden marksman in box five with a trigger happy finger.  

The chief officer, whose name was Sapnap, continued talking to his subordinates, “when you hear the whistle, take up your positions. I’ll then instruct you to secure the doors. All doors must be properly secured…” he continued and Quackity turned to Schlatt suddenly feeling nauseous, 

“Are we doing the right thing, Schlatt?”

“You’ve got a better idea”

Sapnap then turned to Wilbur, “am I okay to give the order Soot?” 

“Give the order.” 

 He grinned and the chief blew into his whistle, his men fanned out leaving Schlatt, Quackity, and Wilbur standing there. Wilbur walked inside to where the hidden marksman was and looked at him, “Remember when the time comes, shoot. Only if you have to-but shoot to kill.” The marksman couldn’t have been older than Tommy and Ranboo, but he was said to have perfect aim, 

“How will I know…sir?” 

“You’ll know.”

“Señor Soot, are you confident that this will work? Will Miss Daae sing?” Quackity asked nervously finding Wilbur, Schlatt as always was at his side. 

“Don’t worry Quackity. I have this all under control. Sapnap!” He called and the man looked up at him in Box Five, “Updates?”

“My men are now in position, sir.”

 “Go ahead, then.” 

The whistle was blown once more and the doors were double-checked and they were perfectly secure. There was a long silence where even the orchestra didn’t dare play, the silence was broken a few minutes later by none other than the Phantom. 

“I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera.”

Chaos struck as the officers began to rush in the direction of the voice, "I'm here: The Phantom of the Opera.” He seemed to muse from another part of the room, and it continues to happen the voice bouncing around from corner to corner until it was heard from behind the curtain on center stage. The marksman gathered his courage and fired a shot into the curtains, Wilbur rounded on the boy furiously. 

“Idiot! You'll kill someone. I said: only when the time comes!”

“But, Mr. Soot-”

“No "buts!"

"For once, Monsieur Soot is right.” The Phantom’s voice echoed from atop of the chandelier once more, “Seal my fate tonight. I hate to have to cut the fun short but the joke's wearing thin. Let the audience in. Let my opera begin!” He hissed and the lights in the opera house cut off, the show was about to begin. The set of the final scene of the Phantom’s Opera was set, and so far everyone played their parts splendidly. There is a huge hall with an arch, behind the arch, there were curtains and a bed. A fine table was set for two. There is a crowd of sixteenth-century ruffians and hoydens, who were proud of their master's reputation as a libertine. The chorus began to sing, 

“Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat! Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets, you will have to pay the bill -tangled in the winding sheets! Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, when tables, plans, and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again!”

George's fiancè played, Don Juan, the lead male in the show, the short man puffed out his chest, “faithful friend, once again recite the plan.”

 “Your young guest believes I'm you -I, the master, you, the man.” The actor who played Passarino began with a hum.

Don Juan continued, “When you met you wore my cloak, with my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place! Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine.”

  “You come home! I use your voice -slam the door like the crack of doom!”

  “I shall say: "come -hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course -my room!"

  “Poor thing hasn't got a chance!” Passarino chuckled darkly as the actor playing Don Juan handed his outfit to the man. 

  “Here's my hat, my cloak, and sword. Conquest is assured if I do not forget myself and laugh.” Don Juan’s actor puts on Passarino’s cloak and goes into the curtained alcove where the bed awaits. As your voice approaches singingly happily in the distance, George's husband feels something tight against his neck. Before he can even scream he is hung, and the last face he is greeted with is the mask of the Phantom. 

“No thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!" You called happily from offstage,

  “Master?” Passarino called helplessly,  

  “Passarino -go away! For the trap is set and waits for its prey.” Techno’s voice responded, the actor leaves and you enter none the wiser of the predicament. You take off your cloak and sit down happily on one of the plush chairs, you glance around and see no one. You grin taking an apple from the table and biting into it, suddenly your heart jumps seeing Don Juan, or someone who looks like him, enter the stage. 

  “You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent. I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge in your mind you've already succumbed to me and dropped all defenses. Completely succumbed to me now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided. Past the point of no return -no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end. Past all thought of "if" or "when" -no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold -what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return.” He sang, his voice echoing beautifully off the walls of the theatre, you blinked a few times before singing back in response,

 “You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence. I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why. In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenseless and silent -and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided. Past the point of no return -no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun. Past all thought of right or wrong -one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one? When will the blood begin to race? The sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us?” Your voice crescendoed as Technoblade joined in your singing, your voices mixed strikingly well together, “Past the point of no return the final threshold -the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn. We've passed the point of no return.” 

You weren’t stupid you realized almost immediately that the man before you was none other than Technoblade and by the rustling, in the audience, the police realized it as well. 

  “Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude.” Techno held out a silver ring while pulling you close, he gently placed it on your finger, “Say you want me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go let me go too -(Y/n) that's all I ask of YOU.” Technoblade screamed the last word as you ripped the mask from his face, revealing his scars to the entire audience. They scream in horror as Techno sweeps his cloak around you and you vanish from you, you faintly heard Tommy’s screams in the distance, George's husband had been discovered.  

  “You're a good actor.” You whisper to Techno as you both rush through the crypt below the opera house, you heard him chuckle from in front of you.

“Why would you think anything else my Siren?” 

___

Everyone rushed onto the stage as soon as Tommy shrieked, George arrived first, 

“What is it? What has happened?” He screamed next tumbling back into Schlatt’s arms, 

“Oh, my fucking God. My god, we’re fucking ruined.” 

“My husband’s dead and that’s all you can think about!” George shrieked in pure fury, meanwhile, Phil grabbed onto Wilbur’s arm and pulled him away from the pandemonium. 

“Soot come with me!” Phil led Wilbur back into the inner workings backstage, “I know where they are.”

  “But can I trust you?” Wilbur asked raising a brow but Phil only shushed him, something was swimming in Phil’s eyes like he somehow knew what was really going on here. 

“You must. But remember keep your hand at the level of your eyes!” Phil held his hand up to demonstrate, 

“But why?”

 Phil had the gall to laugh at him “Why? The Punjab lasso, Soot. First Dream. Now George's husband…”

Tommy appeared out of the darkness beside him, “Like this. I'll come with you Wilbur.”

  “No, Tommy! No, you stay here!” Phil hissed grabbing the boy's arm he grits his teeth and frowned, “Come with me. Hurry, or we shall be too late.”

— 

Techno and yourself were back down into his beautifully lit dungeon, it was a bit messier than you recalled however you raised a brow at him. He flushed under your gaze, “I don’t take breakups well…” He muttered under his breath almost frantically trying to collect his stray clothes and blankets. You giggled, 

“Hey, it’s alright. Why…why do you stay here anyway?” You asked carefully and he fidgeted with the blanket in his hands. 

“I bound and chained in this cold and dismal place…Not for any mortal sin, but for…you know…” He gestured to his mask and you frowned, “I’m horrific.” 

“You’re hardly horrific.” He flushed pink at your words and waved you off, both you and Techno’s head snapped in the direction of what seemed to be a mob of voices, all chanting the same thing: 

“Track down this murderer! He must be found!”

 “Fuck…” Techno hissed his eloquence seemed to be forgotten as his pupils shrunk in panic, “you know…before you…my Siren I was met with hatred by everyone, everywhere I went with no compassion.” He took your hands within your own and squeezed them tightly, 

“I know.” You spoke tenderly pressing a kiss to his lips, they were chapped and he let out the sweetest whimper against your own. “I know, Wilbur and I will take care of you. Just play along my angel, there are eyes everywhere.”  

—

Wilbur and Phil ran down the steps of the cavern, their hands up and above the level of their eyes. Rat’s scurried across their feet and Phil grunted in displeasure, 

“It’s always rats. Why can’t it be crows, I much prefer crows…” He said to no one in particular. They came upon a lake and Phil stopped turning to Wilbur, “He lives across the lake. This is as far as I dare go. Tommy…he needs his father.” Phil began to trail off and Wilbur only smiled, 

“Phil. Thank you.” 

  “Protect them.” Phil swallowed grabbing onto Wilbur’s shoulder and giving it a tight squeeze, Wilbur understood that Phil knew all along. He nodded slightly as Phil departed back up the stone steps and out of sight. He heard him faintly talking to the mob, he had to work fast, he tossed his coat to the side and jumped into the water. 

—

You gently led him over to the bed and had him sit down on it, you slowly undid the braid from his hair letting it spill gracefully over his shoulders. Your fingers trailed his scalp and he groaned in pleasure as you began to work your fingers through the knots and tangles. “You know everything I say is going to be for dramatics yeah, in a few minutes I’m going to spit venom at you. So it can look like Wilbur and I put up a fight.” 

“I know my dear.” 

“It’s gonna hurt your feelings.” 

“I’ll deal with a few hurt feelings if I get an eternity with you.” He turned to look at you, his mask rested on the bed and your fingers moved to trace the scars. Techno let out a shaky breath and leaned that side of his face into your hands. You felt your cheeks warm, 

“You have to share remember that.” Techno only grunted giving a slight nod of his head in response. “Techno…” You warned, 

“I know, I know.” 

Once more the mob grew in volume and you heard Wilbur call both of your names, it was time for the show to begin. Technoblade groaned unpleasantly reaching for his mask and securing it back on his face, “Alright darling let me have it. Put on your best permanence yet.” You smiled pulling him over to the entrance of his lair, he grabbed your arm harshly his lips morphing into a horrid snarl.

 “Have you gorged yourself at last, in your lust for blood?” Your shrieks bounced off the walls of the cavern. “Am I now to be prey to your lust for flesh!”

The Phantom only grunted in displeasure, “That fate, which condemns me to wallow in blood has also denied me the joys of the flesh. This face -the infection which poisons our love. This face earned a mother's fear and loathing. A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing.” Technoblade reached out and pulled a veil from his table and placed it on your head, “Pity comes too late -turn around and face your fate: an eternity of this!" He pointed to his face. "before your eyes!” He brought you close, so close your chests were almost touching, 

“This haunted face holds no horror for me now. It's in your soul that the true distortion lies.” You snarled as the Phantom’s face lit up with delight, Wilbur crawled out of the water and was holding tightly onto the portcullis. It blocked him from getting to you and the Phantom, 

“My dear it looks like we have guests! Sir, this is indeed an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you would come. And now my wish comes true -you have truly made my night!” Wilbur hissed grasping onto the gate so hard his knuckles were turning white, 

“Free her! Do what you like only free her! Have you no pity?” He pleaded and Techno rolled his entire head, looking over at you with a bored expression, 

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.” 

“Wil it’s useless…” 

“I love her! Doesn’t that count for something! I love her! Show some compassion!” 

It had been the angriest you’ve ever seen Techno, his red eyes flashing with pain and anger, “The world showed no compassion to me!” 

 Wilbur whimpered, “Just let me see her…” 

 “Ha! Be my guest, sir.” Techno sneered waving his hand as the fence began to rise and Wilbur entered, as soon as he was inside the gate snapped shut again. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the flickers of the mob's torches, he gave Techno a subtle nod, “I bid you welcome! Did you think that I would harm her? Why should I make her pay for the sins which are yours?” He cackled taking the lasso of death and wrapping it tightly around Wilbur’s neck. The end of the rope was hung in the air, Wilbur let out a choked gasp grabbing at the rope that was now holding him suspended. “Order your horses now! Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! Nothing can save you now -except perhaps (Y/n)…” The Phantom turned to her with an elated grin, “Start a new life with me. Buy his freedom with your love! Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! This is the choice! This is the point of no return!” Technoblade growled throwing his hands out to the sides for dramatic flair his cape spilling around him in the water. His pupils were small pinpricks as he grinned at you, his tusks bare and deadly, waiting to snap you up in his jaws. 

  “The tears I have shed for your dark fate grow cold and turn to tears of hate.” You spat out making a move to run to Wilbur but the Phantom only tutted childishly, 

“(Y/n) forgive me please forgive me. I did it all for you, and all for nothing. Either way, you choose, he has to win.” 

Techno snorted in pure sadistic glee, “So my Siren, do you end your days with me, or do you send this trash to his own grave?”

 “Why make her lie to you, to save me?” Wilbur spat through a cry struggling for a breath, 

 “Angel of Music…” You pleaded as Wilbur’s eyes widened, 

“For pity's sake, (Y/n), say no!”

 “Why this torment? When will you see reason?”

“His life is now the prize which you must earn! You try my patience Siren! Make your choice!” You go small as Techno screamed at you, thinking about the life you’ve lived these past months. You slowly make your way into the water towards the Phantom and Wilbur before murmuring,

“Pitiful creature of darkness. What kind of life have you known? God give me the courage to show you, you are not alone…” Techno looks at her, seemingly genuinely confused snapping out of his character for a moment. You looked so brave, so strong and calm, and before he could blink you pull his collar and pull him in for a deep kiss. It was a long kiss, not just a fond peck he was used to from you all those months ago, Techno felt all the love you held for him at that moment, how beautiful you thought he was. Techno had never felt so much adoration and love in his life. 

Meanwhile, Wilbur makes a noise of discontent, this wasn’t in his plan. Especially because he was still choking! Technoblade pulls away and stares at you with a bewildered expression, he moved quickly, grabbing a candle from shore and holding it above Wilbur’s head. The rope falls harmlessly into the water and he watched Wilbur fall into your arms. All three of you turned to the voices of the mob they were now clearly visible

“Track down this murderer -he must be found! Hunt out this animal, who runs to the ground! For too long he's preyed on us -but now we know: the Phantom of the Opera is there deep down below.”

 Another voice cut into the crowd, “Over here! The murdering boar is over here! Revenge for Dream! This creature must never go free.”

Techno swallowed, the finale of their performance was upon them, “Take her. Forget me. Forget all of this. Leave me alone. Forget all you've seen. Go now! Don't let them find you! Take the boat! Leave me here. Go now, don't wait. Just take her and go…before it's too late. Go. Go now -go now and leave me!” You and Wilbur book it towards the boat, 

“(Y/n)? He’ll be fine the plan-” You pause listening to music start to flow from his lair, and you heard his haunting voice fill your ears, 

“Masquerade. Paper faces on parade. Masquerade. Hide your face so the world will never find you…”

“Two seconds…Please I just…” 

“Two seconds,” Wilbur grunted as you ran back to Technoblade he looked up at you in shock, 

“You must go I’ll…I’ll be right behind I promise-” He grew startled as she pressed the ring he gave her into his hands, “(Y/n), I love you.” He whimpered, 

“You said it yourself. You’re right behind us…” You assured looking back in the direction of Wilbur, “give it back when you find us. I must go.” You spoke pressing a kiss to the side of his face, before disappearing back to the boat. Technoblade left reaching a hand out to you, he flinched and spun around only to be greeted by a small blonde boy. Tommy, he was a ballet dancer…in his hands was his mask, how did he get ahold of that. 

“Run. Through here.” Tommy urged motioning to a hidden door in his lair that he didn’t even know was there. Standing at the entrance of the door was his old friend, 

“Phil…” 

“Hurry mate. We don’t have time.”

 —

Wilbur hugged the music box tight in his hands as the carriage bounced along the uneven roads of Paris. He adjusted the glasses on his face as it pulled up to his home, it was large, but then again it needed to be to house his family. Beautiful foliage ran up and down the old stone front of the house, it was quite beautiful in the spring, but now the leaves were deal and cold. He bid the carriage driver farewell and made his way to his front door, Phil smiled at him, a full head of grey was peaking out from under his bucket hat and he was feeding some of the crows by the feeder. 

“Afternoon Wil.” 

“Phil.” He greeted with a fond nod, “Any reason why you’re outside?” 

“Your wife and her other husband are back at it again.” 

Wilbur let out an audible groan, “again? They were supposed to wait.” 

“Hey mate she’s the inconsolable one, and you’re the one who works, and Techno’s there. Let’s be honest he has better stamina than you too.” He pouted visibly and Phil only laughed, “That for her?” He motioned to the music box with his cane and Wilbur nodded, “oh mate no way…” 

“From the opera house yeah, they both loved this thing so I figured there’s not a better way to celebrate our anniversary...well I did think of a better way but I suppose my little Songbird is impatient.”

 "Oh gross.” His nose scrunched up, “You’re lucky I sent Tommy over to Ranboo’s.” 

“And I very much-” 

“Wilbur!” Your melodious laugh echoed from the bedroom window that was now open, the smile on your face was dazzling but he was more focused on your bare breasts hanging out the window. Phil let out a rancourous laugh, doubling over at the redness in Wilbur’s cheeks, 

“(Y-Y/n) a shirt please!” 

“Spoilsport.” Techno’s voice was next, as he came up to wrap his hands around your waist burying his face into your neck. You giggled watching as Wilbur huffed, it was always something between the two men, the competitiveness never went away. Especially now you all were trying to conceive a child, it was like a race who could get you pregnant first not that you minded. “Just get up here, she’s been whining for you all day.” Wilbur perked up at that, 

“Go I’ll keep this safe.” Phil motioned to the music box as Wilbur practically shoved it in his arms, “Jesus man be a bit more gentle-” 

“Sorry Phil duty calls!” Wilbur laughed practically running up the stairs untying his tie on the way up. 

NSFW BEGINS

When he entered the room you were casually lying on the bed, a smile seemed to be permanently fixed upon your lips nowadays. The only thing covering you was the bed sheet’s and Techno lounged half-naked in the chair across from the bed. He had his pants on but they hung low on his hips exposing his V-line just the way he knew drove you crazy. Wilbur swallowed his eyes taking in every inch of exposed flesh on your body, he walked over as you beckoned him to stand by you. 

“I told you she’s been asking for you all day,” Techno mused, “she’s been very bad. I told her it was a special day and everything, that we had to wait for her. She’s a brat though and caught me off guard.” 

“You’re spoiling her.” Wilbur scolded with a scoff and Techno smirked, 

“I live to please our lady wife.”

“Can you blame me for being excited?” You complained sitting up letting the covers fall around your body, showing it off for your boys. They both audibly swallowed, “It’s one of my favorite days of the year!” You opened your arms and before Wilbur could move Techno was already between your arms, head in between your breasts. You giggled as he tried to bury his head deep in between them much to Wilbur’s disdain. You gently pat his head and ran your fingers through his pink hair, it also had a few streaks of grey here and there. 

“Spoiling.” Wilbur huffed pulling Techno away from you and both of you let out a whine of discontent, “plus it’s my turn.” 

“Ass.” 

“You literally are with her twenty-four-seven. You have no right to comPLAIN!” Wilbur squawked as you reached a hand in between his legs to cup his dick. His cheeks were cherry red as you looked up at him through lidded eyes and fluttering lashes. “Hgn…fuck,” He panted as you continue to squeeze and drag your hand up his length. Meanwhile, Techno moved to settle behind you, his hands sliding up your sides till they reached your breasts. You moaned hotly as he placed his giant hands on them giving them a firm squeeze, just as you opened your mouth Wilbur bent to capture your lips within his own. He grabbed your hands and slowly dragged your hands away from his crotch and up under his shirt. You took the hint running your nails down his chest in the way you knew could get him squirming and you felt his breath hitch against your lips. You smiled in reply and Wilbur grumbled in response, his hands moving to the tops of your thighs squeezing them tightly and you tossed your head back in a groan. 

“Good girl…” Techno mused letting his teeth graze the back of your neck, feeling you shiver in response. “Just relax and let us take care of you hm?” He watched as you nodded eagerly as Techno’s fingers moved away from your breasts and down your stomach. 

“Look at her.” Wilbur let out a breathless laugh, as you let out a high-pitched whine once Techno found what exactly he was looking for, he gently rolled your clit between his fingers. “You like it when Techno touches you like that baby?” You could only moan in response squeezing your eyes shut tight, “need a vocal response.” 

“God yes…” You panted feeling one of his big fingers slip into your folds, “ngk…” You bit your bottom lip between your teeth. You felt Techno’s chuckles vibrate against your back, 

“None of that. Sing for us sweet, little Siren.” Another finger entered you and you let out a loud needy groan, “Fuck Wilbur she’s so wet for us.” You almost sobbed when he pulled his fingers out of you watching your slick drip down his fingers. With a whimper you watched Techno pull away from you completely only to stick his fingers in his mouth and lick around your wetness. “What should we do with her?” 

“You did say she was bad today.” 

“No please…” You whimpered grabbing Wilbur’s hand and placing it firmly on your chest, “I was good. I can be good. Please don’t stop.” Wilbur tutted fondly, the brat tamer that Techno was, was clearly rubbing off on your sweet husband. 

“Don’t worry I wasn’t planning on stopping,” He mused kneading your breast between his hand, making sure to occasionally tweak your nipple. Wilbur found himself entranced in the way you would moan and practically rut against the bed. “Just deciding when to let you have your release, Techno?” 

“Hm?” The man tilted his head to the side a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips, “What do you think?” 

“Oh? Asking my opinion are you, that’s new, usually, we’re at each other's throats for her attention.” 

“Well, things change. She’s not in charge tonight.” 

Oh no. They were working together now? You were fucked. 

“Well since you’re asking so nicely, I say we make her get us off first. Then see if we have any stamina left and breed the shit out of her.” Techno took your chin in his hands as you let out a wanting moan at the promise. Techno looked over his shoulder at Wilbur to see him flushed,

“That’s not exactly fair-” 

“You can still eat her out you freak.” Wilbur’s face reddened further and he cleared his throat, “no rules saying we can’t overstimulate her, speaking of…this all sound okay to you my siren?” 

“Fuck yes!” 

“And to get us to stop?” Wilbur hummed still red in the face, the color wouldn’t disappear for some time. 

“Opera.” 

“That’s our girl.”

Wilbur leaned forward to capture your lips within your own, “lean back now…” He purred as you laid flat on your back, “I’m going to devour you.” His breath fanned your face and you nodded rapidly once to notice Techno kneeling by your head. You felt his cool fingers brush hair out of your eyes, it was a contrast you valued against your heated skin. You twitched as Wilbur began to bite and kiss down your neck, to your collarbone, and then down your stomach. 

“Imagine him doing that to you when you’re with child,” Techno practically groaned at the thought, your eyes fluttered back up to him only to see his cock aching to come out of his pants. “Fuck just the thought of that alone…you’re so beautiful.” He swallowed your lips with his own, tongue battling with your own for dominance. It was a fight you quickly lost when you felt Wilbur bite your inner thighs like a man starved for nothing but your flesh. You moaned into Techno’s mouth and his hands found their way to your chest once more, kneading your breasts softly between his hands. Almost as saying, pay attention to me, not to him, but you didn’t know if that was possible with the way Wilbur was now lapping at your slit. You groaned again your hands tangling in the mess that was Wilbur’s curls pulling him closer as you arched against his hot mouth. He moaned against your folds and you shouted with delight, his tongue only dove deeper pressing against all the right spots that made you scream. You came all too quickly when he brought his hand up and began to play with your already sensitive clit, you spilled all over his mouth and he was more than eager to clean you up. 

“Delicious as always.” Wilbur panted popping up from between your thighs, face wet with your cum, and he kissed and marked each thigh as he always did. 

“Hm…” You hummed fondly still drowsy from your unexpected high, you always forget how good Wilbur was with his tongue. 

“Don’t fall asleep yet dearest,” Techno grunted, “It’s my turn.” You could only nod as he moved you up off the bed and onto your knees. Your eyes locked with Techno’s as he sat in front of you, your nails scraped at his clothed thighs, 

“Take them off?” You asked with a pout, he raised a stern brow, “please.” 

“That’s better.” He mused sliding off his pants and underwear with it leaving him completely naked, Wilbur let out a grunt sitting himself down in the large armchair in the room. You couldn’t remember when he shed his pants but he held his erect dick in one hand already pumping it slowly.

The little voyeur.

“Hey look at me not him. You know he likes it better when you pretend he’s not here,” Techno grunted and you snapped your attention back to Techno, his cock was bigger than Wilbur’s was, long and thick already red, and begging for your hot mouth. You smiled sweet and innocent in the way Techno liked it, your nails made little red trails down his now bare thighs. “God darling…look at you. Let’s see what else that mouth can other than sing,” He gently guided your mouth to his cock, and you opened wide. He was always difficult to take, you relaxed your jaw and swallowed him. The groan he let out was insatiable, you looked up to see his eyes rolling back in his head, “come on you can take more than that.” He growled hotly, hands digging into your scalp urging you forward. You choked a little but you were able to swallow him further your nose almost brushing against his pelvis. “God…Fuck your mouth is so hot and wet…so good- SHIT.” He shouted as you moved your tongue just enough to trace the thick purple vein on the underside of his shaft, “Oh you little slut- ngk-” His eyes fluttered again when you moaned against his member at the name, “Yeah you like being degraded huh? That’s an n-new one-fuck-I know how well that mouth can stretch. Especially when you’re hitting those high notes, so fucking take me whore.” He began to ruthlessly fuck your mouth as you practically gushed around the air, you were sure you were ruining the carpet beneath you. He was right you were able to take him fully, your nose slamming against his pelvis, chin hitting his balls as you choked and drooled around his cock. Before you knew it you heard him groan your name and he was shooting down your throat, “don’t…” He panted, “waste it, not a drop.” He commanded as you swallowed around him pulling away, you opened your mouth to show all of his cum was gone and in your stomach. Wilbur seemed to come next with a small whimper and shout, you laughed breathlessly, every one of you was covered in sweat and cum. You felt Techno lift you into his lap and held you tightly, “You’re…so good, so beautiful my sweet Siren.” You preened at the praise littering his face with ticklish kisses, 

“Thank you, baby. Now, who wants to fuck me. I’m aching…” You groaned grinding yourself down on the erection that was still prominent in Techno’s lap. “I’m so needy for both your cocks please…” 

“Need a minute Songbird, Techno can start…” Wilbur waved his hand wearily from the chair, his hair was sticking up in all directions. “I’ll finish with you,” Techno grinned cheekily, 

“That’s if I don’t break her, right sweet thing?” He teased fingers already finding their home inside of you. You groaned hotly grinding down on his fingers, bouncing eagerly wishing it was his cock buried inside you instead of his thick fingers. “Aw look at you go,” He mused licking his upper lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, the kiss was lust-filled and hot. “Lay down, legs up, I’m gonna breed you until your bursting with my cum.” You moaned so loud you thought the neighbors might hear you, you spread your legs wide as Techno settled in between them. He gently lifted your hips into the air just slightly, so all his cum could slide inside you and you wouldn’t lose a single drop. “Good?”

“Just fuck me, please. Knock me up, my angel, FUCK-” You shouted as he was suddenly sheathed inside you, pupils blown wide as saucers, 

“God, don’t say shit like that, I won’t be able to hold back.” He moaned as you rolled your hips, 

“Don’t say what? That I want your kids? That I want you to cum so deep inside me there’s not a chance in hell I won’t walk away from this carrying at least two of your children? Don’t you want to be a daddy?” You moaned heatedly as Technoblade grabbed onto your hips, crescent marks of his nails dug into the skin there. 

“You asked for it baby, don’t blame me if I fuck you so dumb you can’t even talk.” He grunted pulling out of you before slamming back against you, he went again and again the bed was rocking back and forth slamming against the wall. You were a mess, tears streamed down your cheeks as Techno snarled at you beneath him. His hands went from breast to breast squeezing them so tight you thought they might bruise, “Fuck imagining these swelling with milk is my dream. God, you’re gonna look so good carrying my kid, Fuck.” Techno hissed against your lips, and you groaned white-knuckling the sheets beneath you bucking up to try to match his brutal pace. He glanced down only to see the outline of his cock in your stomach, he almost came right there but what really did him in was what you screamed next,

“I wanna be a mommy for you Techno please give me a baby!” 

“FUCK (y/n)!” He groaned burying his head into the crook of your neck as he came, you clenched around him at the same time making you both hit your peak simultaneously. He stayed inside you until he was sure he was done and that there was no chance you’d waste a single drop of his seed.

 “I love…you…” He mumbled against your cheek, 

“I love you too my beautiful angel.” You swallowed feeling him leave you and flop down on the bed beside you, “You alright?” 

“Am I alright? I’m fucking amazing,” He glanced over at your slightly distended stomach his hand hovering over it, “god look at that you’re really full huh?” 

“Hmhm…all cause of you.” 

“All because of me.” He repeated hotly, groaning again against the pillows,

“you still think you can take Wilbur.” 

“Hmhm.” 

“You’re amazing.” 

“I know.” 

Wilbur was hovering over you kissing you softly and sweetly, a completely different tone from Techno’s hot, lustful stance. Wilbur was always gently, his thumbs rubbed circles fondly into your sore sides. “Ride me?” He pulled away to ask breathlessly, “Let’s make love yeah?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded eyes shining fondly, he flipped you over so you were on top of him a boyish grin on his lips. You hummed sweetly running your hands down his chest, he was built nicely and you loved his little happy trail of brown and grey hair leading to his dick. Although it wasn’t as long or as thick as Techno’s he was still well endowed and had a lovely curve to it that you couldn’t resist. Especially when it was able to hit your g-spot so right, it’s like it molded perfectly to your pussy. “Ready?” 

“Oh fuck yeah.” You giggled at his response and sat yourself down on his dick, you both groaned, yours from oversensitivity and Wilbur’s from how tight you were squeezing him. You were already slick and wet enough from your own arousal and Techno’s cum, “How’re you still so tight?” He moaned hands finding their way to your ass as you began to roll your hips in sync with his own. There was no need to rush towards either of your climaxes, he very much enjoyed watching you come apart at your own pace, hypnotized by the way your breast bounced with every roll of your body.'

“I was made perfectly for you is all,” You teased, before groaning loudly, “Yeah right there baby.” You urged angeling yourself so Wilbur would constantly hit that spongy part of you, “fuck yeah…” You panted eyes squeezing shut, Wilbur ever the gentleman, moved his hand from your ass to play with your clit. It only made you roll your hips faster chasing your own release quicker, “Wilbur…Wil…Wilby…” You panted tongue hanging out of your mouth like a dog in heat, “need you so bad.” 

“I’m right here baby what do you need?” 

“Hm…want your cum. Want it to paint my insides.” 

“Your wish is my command.” He licked his lips and began fucking up into you at a quicker pace, his hands squeezing your breasts, he leaned up and you groaned even louder at the new angle. He wrapped his lips around your breast covering them with bruises one by one before latching onto your nipple and sucking. You groaned, 

“Yeah baby, just like that keep going. Bet you can’t wait to suck on these when they’re swollen with milk huh?” You felt him twitch inside you and you clenched around him, he moaned against your nipple, “If you’re a good boy you can have a taste-AH!” You squealed as Wilbur spilled inside of you without warning, his hot seed mixing with Technos. 

“S-shit sorry,” He whined with a wince, “That was too good of an imagine…” 

“It’s fine Wilbur.” You laughed fondly brushing his sweaty hair from his forehead, “Mind if you finish me off though.” 

“Anything for you, just keep rolling your hips, yeah just like that…good girl.” He praised and heat prickled up your spine, “Your almost there sweet thing, so close you can cum for me soon.” His fingers found your clit again and you clenched against him, “Cum now.” He commanded and you spilled around him falling against his chest no longer being able to support your own weight. “That’s a good girl, shhh.” He whispered as you opened your mouth to talk, “We can talk in the morning hm?” 

NSFW END

You could only nod blearily as he laid you down in bed, in between himself and a snoozing Techno. His arms automatically wrapped around your waist pulling you close purring into your neck, Wilbur chuckled pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, forever and always.”

“I love you too.” You breathed out before falling asleep in the arms of Techno and himself, Wilbur stared at the ceiling for a moment. Yeah, he could give you the music box tomorrow. After all, he was glad his life turned out like this, and even if he wasn’t they all were past the point of no return. 

END

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[flamedoesart]

Fuck it i'm gonna write a drabble off this post idgaf anymore

dedicated to @sunlitmcgee

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Tubbo dealt the final blow as Dream fell to the ground, the blood pooling out of his neck. Completely and utterly lifeless.

They had done it. They had finally done it.

The two young boys hugged each other tightly and cried, their oldest enemy now finally gone.

They exited the prison, hand in hand, telling as many people on the server as possible that Dream was dead. They eventually made it to Punz's house, knocking on his door and telling him the news.

"Well," he said, "I guess now is a good time to do this finally," he said, walking away to one of his nether chests and pulling out a book from it.

The revival book.

"Wait," Tommy said, "Punz, why the fuck do you have the book? What are you-what are you going to do?"

"Relax kid," Punz said, "I'm not gonna revive Dream, although that's what he had wanted me to do in case he did die. I was his backup plan, and well," Punz paused before smiling, "he trusted the wrong person."

"You double-crossed him?" Tubbo asked.

"Nah, he had planned this way before I had saved you both. When Dream first got the revival book, he had tested it on a couple people. I stood there and watched, and he entrusted me with the physical copy of the book. At the time a part of me was still on his side. If I was still the person I was back then, I would've revived him now. But I won't. I'm never going to. And it's almost funny that he really counted on me for that. But whatever," Punz shrugged.

"Then...what do you plan on doing with that book?" Tommy asked. Punz gave him a genuine smile.

"Something you'll like. I promise."

Punz opened up the book, the hum of its magic felt in the entire room. He looked for the bookmarked page with the full spell and he spoke the words, a bright glow emanating around him. The silhouette of a tall figure began to appear in the room.

Within a few moments, the spell was complete and the person was in full view.

Black and white. A golden crown on his head. A tail brushing side-to-side, and stained tear scars on both cheeks.

Ranboo.

"RANBOO!" Tommy and Tubbo shrieked, running across the room and tackling him in a hug. Ranboo's eyes widened before realizing what had happened. He was alive again. He was alive.

He squeezed Tommy and Tubbo in his arms, tail wrapped around them both.

"I missed you both so much, I love you both so much," Ranboo cried, feeling his cheeks start to sting. Tubbo looked up, quickly wiping the tears away.

"You're home, Boo. You're alive and you're home," Tubbo murmured.

"And Dream is gone! Tubbo fucking killed him!" Tommy said.

"Dream? He's-he's dead?" Ranboo asked.

"Yeah. We can finally live again. Our life belongs back to us again," Tommy said.

Punz stood there during all the commotion, his heart warmed by the three kids in front of him. A over a year ago, he was a heartless mercenary. Standing for nothing and no one, taking jobs and taking money. But now?

Well he still kind of did that. He was never really a good person. But he had a better conscience now. He had two kids who took up a little more of his heart than he would ever dare to admit.

"Wait, Punz" Tommy stood up and approached him, "if you had the revival book this whole time, why didn't you bring Ranboo back before?"

"I'm so sorry, Tommy," Punz said, "I couldn't risk Dream killing your friend. Anyone you cared about was a weakness, and if I had brought back Ranboo, not only would Dream have found out I double-crossed him and killed me, but he'd just kill your friend again and you'd never see him again. I don't entirely know what limbo is like and I don't want to find out, but keeping Ranboo in limbo was sadly the only option I had."

Tommy nodded. Punz knew he was angry by it, but the kid at the very least understood.

"Anyways," Punz said, "I think it's time we end this once and for all," he said. He pulled out a lighter, and the revival book, and walked outside to the front of his house. Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo followed and watched as Punz lit the book on fire, ending the revival book. Now no one on the server, present or future, could abuse its power.

The four of them stood there a long time, watching the flames engulf the pages slowly. Punz turned to the three kids.

"You're free now," he said, "go live your lives, you little shits. Go and eat a donut or whatever the fuck you do. I don't care, just go on and actually live."

Tommy and Tubbo smiled and approached Punz, both reaching up to hug him. He stood there for moment, not used to affection of any kind. He heard a quiet "Thank you man" from Tommy, and he softened and wrapped his arms around the two of them. It was a quick hug, and when the three let go, Punz ruffled both Tommy's and Tubbo's hair.

"Go on. Live," he said.

The pair nodded, and walked away with their newly-revived friend, ready to start the rest of their lives.

#dsmp #dreamsmp #c!tommy #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!punz #c!benchtrio #drabble

[lookinghalfacorpse]

things i’d be writing about if s2 was happening

- everyone keeps their scars.  everyone keeps their scars and their chronic pains and the physical remnants of their past lives are easily grasped and present while the mental remnants are quiet.  the UTTER MYSTERY of having a missing eye and not knowing how or why it happened.  the heartbreak when it starts to ache in the winter and you feel angry and you don’t know who to blame.

- we have a whole group of characters who hid away and didn’t lose their memories (the syndicate) !!! i’d be interested in seeing these characters return to the overworld eventually and re-meet everyone and have the dilemma of sating their curiosities vs letting them live their new lives in peace.  if this didn’t happen in canon, i’d be writing an au about it.

- nightmares and (seemingly) random phobias.  obviously, right?

- i like the idea of the new server being directly on top of the old one, with some ruins still in place.  a big, obsidian foundation in the ocean, partly engulfed by waves.  a crater, overrun by plantlife and usually written off as a weird cavern.  a few spruce boards standing alone in the arctic.

#dsmps2 #s2 #dsmp #dreamsmp #drabbles #i guess

[princeyboikai]

Technoblade

Astrology was his favorite, he would sit for hours apon hours on his thrown just reading books. Another one of his favorites were Mythology, he would also insert life lessons or little quotes from the deities to spice up the conversation. It was very  endearing, just the slite smirk he'd get when he talked about the stuff he liked and A+ if you talked back to something around the same extent. He was just a delight to be around, sure a bit awkward, but that was just an amazing part of him!

(I make this back in 2021 but i feel like it would be fitting to post now. Rest in peace Techno.)

#mcyt #techno #technoblade #dreamsmp drabble #dream smp #dreamsmp fanfic #i miss technoblade

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

“I love your cosplay!” The young woman said excitedly as she stared up at the figure. Her electric mask mimicked the cracked one the man was wearing. It was faded, his whole outfit being ripped and disheveled as well. His arms were covered in bandages and his long dirty blonde hair was a tangled mess. Cala couldn’t help but to admire the detail of this man’s cosplay. It was a perfect portrayal on how Dream would look like in the SMP. Meanwhile her own cosplay of the character was simple: just an LED mask, a green hoodie and leather armor.

The man leered down at her and Cala just gave a sheepish smile, before the man tilted his head before he spoke in a raspy, low voice that left her stunned. It sounded almost *too* familiar.

“….Thank you.”

#cala writes #self insert #c!dream #dsmp #dreblr #Drabble #dream smp #dreamsmp #im half awake so enjoy this #it could be better but self indulgence go bbbb #con au

[petey-piez]

TommyInnit Drabble: Map of the Body (Map of the Heart)

Tommy’s body told more of a story than his words ever could.

The y-shaped scar that spanned from his shoulders to his navel, his lack of a belly button, and the tattoo that adjourned the nape of his neck like a brand— T-0M3 1-NN-1T— told of the laboratory where he was created in. His wings, black as ebony, and his bleach-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes were pale echoes of the unwitting DNA donor he was the clone of.

The scars that weren’t from the laboratory— like the burn marks from TNT and the slashes from axes and pierces from arrows— added to his story; the one that haunted his mid-to-late teen years. His fingers were calloused and his nails a permanent state of discoloration from bruising grips and working them to the bone. Bony arms and flesh that was pulled taut around his ribs spoke of starvation— starvation from food. Starvation of love; compassion.

His prosthetic right leg, which was cut right below the knee due to frostbite when he ran away from exile and to his older brother’s cabin in the tundra in nothing but bare feet, shorts, his baseball t-shirt, and the green bandana his best friend had given him once upon a time, said that he was persevering. That he didn’t give up. Nothing could stop Tommy Danger Kracken Innit— not even death if the white streak that painted the front of his hair had anything to say about it.

Sometimes Tommy did wish that he could stop; that he could just sit on that bench with his best friend and listen to the gentle notes from a strummed acoustic guitar and an even gentler, breathy voice singing words more soothing than a lullaby. He wished that he could braid his brother’s hair and preen his father’s wings again. 

Tommy’s body told more of a story than his words ever could— not because of a lack of words, no. It was because of a lack of people who’d listen to him.

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dsmp fanfic #mcyt #dsmp fanfiction #c!tommy #dreamsmp #dream smp #my writing #pete.txt #fanfiction #drabble #one shot #tw scars #injury tw

[teethkid67]

answer these at ur own pace king i have a lot of questions likeeeee pogtopia what is up with that how does that happen (purposefully asking about ur favorite moments bc i need to know what makes them ur favorite) and also. exile (vine boom)

pogtopia is CRAAAZY fr they r living in a literal cave in the woods. the election is basically a party where schlatt shows up and makes a bet , wins, then decides hes taking over the house and forces tommy and wilbur off of the property with his shotgun .(as an aside  in the actual like chase scene like from the smp wilbur gets shot w an arrow and Dies but here he kinda like gets stabbed with a kitchen knife and also dies. bc deaths arent like . theres no 3 life system we kinda picked and chose what deaths happen so wilbur dies here . after they fall into the stupid cave tommy has to deal with the whole "ohhhh hes dead" situation .) bitches run through the woods and then fall into a fucking cave (losers) and then proceed to live there for a few weeks? months? whatever

pogtopia is so shit . tubbo brings them canned soup sometimes . they have perpetual colds from living in the woods in october . they have walkie talkies i think . (manburg era house is also REALLY fun bc its kinda really fucked up i think havok has a drabble somewhere . ill ask him ) just miserable wet cave with blankets and flashlights and school on mondays just like normal ...... just like a horrible time . its so fun its literally so fun

so so horrible. god its so awesome

i think i like pogtopia sm bc it really marks my like entry into the dreamsmp as a piece of media and anyway when you put it in a situation like this it becomes infinitely worse . its just you and your brother living in the woods with this ex eagle scout mf and sometimes your best friend . youve got a bread knife and whats basically military rations and not enough blankets but hey youre alive . what else are you gonna ask for . you cant get your house back with just proof of ownership. your world doesnt work like that anymore

#block party #asks #maemae i love you cmere . im gonna reblog this later on with exile stuff #heres barebones pogtopia for now

[bedrockbrosau]

Hc that c!Tommy was a face painter, etching little bees on c!Tubbo's cheek. It was a sign of freindship.

A freindship that Tommy had believed to be ended as he snuggled into the walls of Techno's bassment.

Yet his hands still craved to perform the art that had been apart of him, now that his mind had been freed from the dullness of starvation and Dream's abuse.

He tried to paint his hand, with the meager amount of dyes he had managed to source from Techno's chests.

But it felt... off. It felt different, to paint over his own scarred hand, his own skin, there was a lack of... connection that he'd usually felt while doing it with Tubbo.

Then, Techno finally finds him, slightly amused that Tommy's hands were covered in a spilled mix of red and white, knocked over by the terrified Tommy.

As soon as Techno relents and lets Tommy stay, Tommy asks him one, tentative, question.

"Can I paint your face?"

Techno lets him.

Fur is much harder to effectively paint then smooth skin, but eventually after hours of banter and frustration, a little golden racoon practically glows right next to Techno's snout.

#dreamsmp #dsmp #technoblade #tommyinnit #bedrock bros #ctechno #ctommy #drabble #headcanon #fluff #face paint #artist tommy #racoon