Returning the Favour - Techno x Reader
Characters: c!Technoblade x gn!reader, Dream, Tommy (and some doggies :3)
Summary: You met Techno in your flower shop when Tommy dragged him along to buy flowers for a girl. It became a routine thing, and you gossiped about Tommy and the bench trio, getting some insight into Techno’s personal life. A few months later, Techno shows up at your doorstep looking for help, which you readily give. He makes himself at home over the passing weeks, and eventually you find yourself infatuated with him.
Wordcount: roughly 4000
Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI! Blood, biting, bruising, cursing
— Sorry I’ve been so inactive, I’ll be posting more soon, I promise —
You never had any visitors. You hadn’t even told anyone where you lived besides a vague description of your garden, the weather, and maybe the biome. So when Technoblade knocked on your door, you were more than surprised.
His long, pink hair was dark from the downpour and beside him were two giant grey wolves. Their tails were between their legs and their eyes spoke of their suffering. You rushed them inside and the dogs shook off on the carpet before sniffing around at the furniture.
“Techno, why are you here?” You asked.
“Thanks for letting me in, sorry for the dogs,” He said, ignoring the question. He was already taking off his soaked coat, laying it on the counter in the kitchen to drip on the linoleum. He ruffled his hair to shake some of the water out of it, disheveling it more from the bird's nest it already was.
“I hope you don’t mind if I crash here for a bit,” He added, giving you the same look as the dogs.
“Yeah, it-it’s fine,” You stuttered as the dogs came and smelled your hands, looking for food, “What brought you here?”
“They found me,” He said cryptically.
“Who found you? What do you mean?”
“Do you have anything to eat?"
He kept dodging the question. You decided he’d loosen up soon, so you followed him into the kitchen and tossed him some golden carrots from the pantry, grabbing a handful of jerky to give to the dogs. They were very grateful for the meal and jumped up on the couch, their tails now wagging happily behind them.
Techno sat down at the table with a thump, startling you. Now that you got a good look at him, you could see traces of blood on his shirt and pants. There were no visible wounds on him, which relieved you. You didn’t have any potions or medicine at home, and you were not particularly good at brewing.
“Techno,” You hummed, “Are you ok? What’s going on?” You sat down across from him at the table.
”I’m fine,”
“So why are you here?” You said, “You have to stop dodging the question,”
“I’m not dodging it,” He sighed, “They found me. Dream and his goons,”
“I thought you were on good terms with him,"
“I thought so, too,”
He looked betrayed. Again. After all this time, people still weren't done backstabbing him.
-
When you first met, he was buying flowers from your shop with Tommy. Techno kept a reasonable distance from him to make it appear as if they weren't in there together, but it was obvious. Tommy came up to the counter and asked for a discount, citing his friendship with George as a reason. Of course, you denied this. Techno made a routine, coming multiple times after that, always with Tommy trailing behind with another strange request.
When Techno came back just months later, his mood had shifted. Tommy was not with him. You poked and prodded until he let it spill that he'd been betrayed, and you couldn't help but feel bad for Techno. He looked genuinely angry at Tommy for using him, which just made you disappointed in Tommy.
He came by your shop a lot afterwards, buying various flowers. He shared his passion for gardening, although it was mostly potatoes, and he made an effort to ask you all about your flowers.
“These are new,” He said, stopping to look at the display. It was adorned with Orange Lilies, recently in bloom.
“I picked those this morning,” You said, walking over to him, “They represent hatred, pride and contempt. I think they’re beautiful, but they don’t sell very well.”
He picked one up and inspected it. At this time of year, the shelves were sparse. There wasn’t a high demand for flowers in the late winter, but that didn’t stop you from growing them.
“I like them,” he shrugged, “And I think I know exactly who to give this to.”
“Who?” You inquired.
He smirked, but annoyance silently crept onto his face. He quickly hid his expression. “Tommy,”
You should have expected that.
You didn’t necessarily approve of Tommy’s attitude, but while they were in the routine, it was good business. Besides, Techno was always there to keep you company and gossip about Tommy and the shit he got up to back in the Arctic. Now all you could hear about Tommy from him was how much he destroyed his sense of trust.
“The way you describe things with him,” You crossed your arms, “He deserves those.”
Techno nodded in agreement and put the flower back. This time, he made no effort to hide his face. His brows were knit, his lips pushed together in a thin line. Another sense of disappointment washed over you, but it quickly passed when he turned back to you.
“How much?”
“Tell you what, Tech,” You said, biting your lip, “I’ll give you a discount. Because they’re for Tommy,”
“Sounds good,” He chuckled and picked a few up, “How much for the roses, then?”
“Hmm?” You were already walking towards the register, only half paying attention.
“I mean, if I’m getting a discount because these are for Tommy, then how much is the discount if I buy flowers for you?”
You took a second to let his words sink in. Blood rushed to your cheeks, turning them bright pink as you realized what he meant. Techno grinned stupidly and followed you over to pay for the flowers.
“I’m joking,” He laughed, “Don’t worry, there’d be no point in buying those for you. Economically speaking, I mean, no offence.”
Even with his reassurance, your face burned. You rolled your eyes and gave him his change.
“I wouldn’t mind a flower from you now and then,” you said back.
He stopped at the door, “Which kind?”
“Whatever you want,” You shrugged, “Whatever you’re feeling, I guess. I don’t mind.”
“I promise I won’t send you orange lilies then,” He said as he pushed the door open. He nodded briefly at you before disappearing into the street.
-
After getting Techno settled into living with you in Logestedshire, he became less numb. It was initially meant to be a temporary living situation, but you couldn't deny that you enjoyed his company. Now, he talked to you like you were a real person, sometimes even helping you with your garden. He encouraged you to plant some root vegetables, mainly potatoes and carrots, and you designated those as his to care for. During the first month, you’d made him a place to plant the potatoes, and he spent a lot of time out there tending to the spuds.
When you sat down to dinner with him one night, (he’s not a bad cook with all of the fresh veggies), he began asking about your own life. The realization that you knew him much better than he knew you came as a bit of a shock, and so you readily offered up information.
“Well, I was born pretty far from here,” You said, gesturing roughly towards your spawn point. “Across the ocean. I don’t know if I could sail back even if I wanted to.”
“What was it like?”
“Tropical. Much less cold than the arctic,” You laughed. “It was a pretty thick jungle, and I never fit in there,”
“I understand,” he nodded, leaning his elbow against the table and his head against his hand.
“Where are you from then?”
“The nether, I think,” he looked to the side, as if he remembered something, “It was so long ago, I don’t even know at this point,”
You hummed in understanding. As you ate, the silence became deafening. You still hadn’t got to the bottom of why he decided to stay here. You knew he did something to piss off Dream, so he had to leave, but why come to you? He only knew you from the flower shop; there were stronger people for him to go to. You didn’t have many weapons or armour because you were neutral in the wars. You were seen as someone anyone could come to for help. Maybe that was why he chose you, but it seemed more personal than that.
"I know I already said this," He looked at you, beckoning your gaze, "But I don't think I can thank you enough for letting me stay here,"
"It's ok," You smiled at him, "I like having company, and you're always a joy to talk to,"
"Hmm," He smiled, too, "I'll take your word for it,"
You made it your mission to not lie to this man. You figured he'd been hurt enough as-is, and he deserved the truth from here on out. You truly found him a joy to be around, your senses of humour spoke to each other like sister languages, just enough confusion to keep things interesting. There was never a stagnant conversation unless one of you were hiding something from the other.
Right now, things were stagnant.
Techno's face was practically buried in his bowl, his face completely hidden from view. The stray hairs from his haphazard bun were hanging over his face as he ate. You could see him smiling, but he did not indicate what for.
"What're you grinning about?" You asked, tilting your head in a lazy attempt to read his expression.
"Nothing, just," He stopped and composed himself, looking up at you, "I feel comfortable around you,"
Your heart fluttered and you blinked at him, keeping your expression blank. He continued to eat as if nothing had happened, but you couldn't just ignore it. Domesticated Technoblade must be a rare sight, you laughed to yourself. What an honour.
-
Things continued like this for some time. You grew to appreciate him more and more over his stay. The fires he kindled were better than yours, he cooked better than you, his laugh was intoxicating, everything about him brought you envy. How was he so much better than you? It seemed like he had no flaws.
But then he woke you up in the middle of the night and it all came rushing back to you. The wars, the battles, his scars. The disrespect he had to tolerate day in and day out. It was as if no one cared about him, and at least you had friends. Even if you didn't have his looks or his power, you had a good enough support system to combat your lacking fields.
He didn't have a good reason to wake you up, but you didn't need one. His excuse was that he thought there was someone outside, he'd heard the dogs barking. You would have woken up if they were, so this was obviously far-fetched. He slept on a chair in your room that night to "keep watch" as he put it.
After this, you gave him the spare bedroom since you couldn't bear to watch him sleep on the couch or armchairs anymore. The door to your room creaked heavily when it opened, so you felt safe knowing no one would get in even if he weren't guarding it.
Of course, the one night you leave it open is the night you wake up beside him. Your brain was shrouded in a hazy fog, shrouding memories from the night before. Only bits of information crept through, like his boots tossed on the ground and broken glass on the kitchen tiles.
You groaned and sat up, his arms falling off of your bare waist as you stretched. The sun crept through the curtains. It was well past morning by now, and you rushed to get up for the day. You liked to keep a routine, but as you scanned your surroundings, they seemed anything but familiar.
For one thing, you were on the other side of the bed, his bed. This wasn't even your room, it was the small guest room you'd given him. Everything was neatly put away save for some books and his reading glasses on the desk as well as some discarded clothes on the floor from the night before. He slept peacefully beside you, covered from the waist down in one of your thick spare quilts.
You slipped out from under the covers, careful not to disturb him. Your clothes were nowhere in sight, so you borrowed a white button-down shirt that was two sizes too big on you. It would have to do for now. You tiptoed into your room and grabbed some pants and you headed to the kitchen. As you passed by the mirror hanging in the hallway, you got a good look at yourself.
Bruises caressed the crook of your neck and collarbones, dotted by small bite marks and scratches. Your hair was a mess, tossed into a nest on your head. You were barefoot, wearing a pair of poofy black pants coupled with his shirt. The bruises brought back some memories from the night before, and your face burned red like the blood dotting your neck.
-The night before-
You fussed about your appearance in the mirror, obsessively fixing your hair. Something about Techno's hair always being in order made you insecure about your own. You never saw him braid it, but Tommy once told you about his tactics when handling his hair. It seemed overly complicated for what it was, but you figured Techno just cared about appearances. Can't be intimidating with bedhead.
He poked his head out from behind his doorway after hearing you let out a frustrated sigh. He came over to you, taking your hair into his hands as he stood behind you. He braided what he could, silently putting your worries away. It was relaxing after a long day of wrangling the dogs and cattle in the yard. It was supposed to be bitingly cold for the next week or so.
"Done," He looked down at you, "Now can you stop messing with it?"
"I-" You stammered, "Thanks, it's nice,"
He smiled and nodded at you, turning to walk away.
"Techno," You stopped him gently holding his arm before he got out of reach, "I've been meaning to ask,"
He looked back at you, "Hmm?"
"Do you ever miss home?"
He stood for a moment, contemplating the question, "I don't think I had a home before,"
You frowned, "What about the arctic?"
"No," He sighed, leaning against the wall, "Only partially. I never got attached. It was more of a distraction than a home, to be honest,"
"Damn," You muttered.
"But I like it here," He said, "If that makes you feel any better,"
"I always thought this wasn't your kind of place," You said, "Flat plains, vulnerable on each side. There's an ocean, but no port, so you wouldn't expect there to be anything-"
"No," He interrupted, "I mean, I guess I like it here because I like you,"
"Why do you toy with me like this?" You asked, crossing your arms.
"What do you mean?" He pulled back as if he were offended, "I mean it,"
"Prove it," It wasn't meant to be so aggressive, but he often skirted around his feelings and just as you got reeled in, he'd snap and tell you it was all a joke.
He tilted your jaw up towards him as he looked you in the eyes. "I like you," Your heart thumped in your chest to the point that you were sure it was audible. "I want to stay here forever," He whispered, leaning towards you so you could hear him.
"Y- you can," You muttered.
This had to be a joke... surely.
He smiled and parted his lips, pressing them to yours. Butterflies skittered awake in your stomach, your arms immediately tried to get purchase on him anywhere they could.
He pressed you against the wall and pulled back, "This is ok?"
You gasped, "Yes, go-" He kissed you again, effectively ending your sentence.
His hand slid up your waist, pulling your jumper along with it. He put his hand under it and massaged his thumb to your exposed nipple. His hand was warm against the cold air, and you sighed as he touched it. He looked at you deviously, chuckling into your neck as he started to suck.
Your hand found his shoulder, desperate for some control. You sucked in a breath and let out a moan, louder than you meant it to be. He bit slightly into your shoulder, just enough for blood to form. This just made your breathing harder, meaning your sighs became louder in turn.
He put both of his hands on your hips and pushed you up the wall so you were face to face. You wrapped your legs around him, hooking your feet together and moving in for another kiss. You giggled as he pulled you closer and started to carry you to the kitchen.
You'd wanted this from the second he walked in that door with Tommy. You had dreams about it. Dreams about him finding you in the back of the shop where you got a little too carried away. Sometimes you'd dream that you'd meet in an alleyway and do it right then and there. You never imagined any of it would actually happen, though.
This wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you asked him to prove it, but it was proving it for you. He pushed you up on the counter, going back to devouring your neck. In the rush, he pushed a glass off the table, making it crash onto the ground, shattering into tiny, glittering pieces.
"Techno," You breathed into his ear.
He hummed into the bite, causing you to pull him closer, "Fuck, I want-" You stopped mid-sentence as he bit down again.
"What do you want?" He teased, putting his hand on your knee and sliding it up your thigh till it was in between your legs.
You laughed, "We should have done this sooner,"
He smiled and licked his lips, picking you up again, this time headed for his bedroom.
-
The room was hot despite the cold weather. Moans came out of you every few seconds, his head stuffed between your legs, tasting your slick. His tongue was practically attacking everything it could find, forgetting all manners. You yelped as his tusks brushed up against a particularly sensitive spot.
You grabbed his hair and pushed him further in. You could hear him humming as he licked everything he could find, which just made you all the hornier. He made sure to stick his tongue in whenever there was a lull, and it was successfully keeping any second thoughts at bay.
Whenever he did that, the emptiness within you grew. You were desperate to be stuffed, but Techno was intent on making sure he took his sweet time with you.
"Mmm, Techno-" You moaned, begging for him to fill you.
You were the only one naked at that point besides him being shirtless. Your pants had been discarded in the kitchen when he moved beyond nibbling to eating you out.
He pulled back, letting your hand fall to replace him. He leaned towards you and kissed you, making sure you tasted your slick before he leaned back and took the rest of his clothes off.
His boots were the first to go, thunking in the corner one by one. Then his socks, what a tease. Then his pants, finally, the big reveal.
He was built strong but he was soft to the touch. Maybe it was the peach fuzz that covered his body where there wouldn't normally be body hair. It was just as soft as his actual hair, and just as pink, too. Wisps of curly hair sprawled about his dick, almost framing it. It had to be nearly a foot long, much too long for you to handle. It stood erect, its head leaking pre-cum which he spread eagerly with his thumb.
It arched as it stood, perfect for hitting just the right spots. It got thicker in the middle, then thinned out near the end where the typical Piglin knot waited for you. You licked your lips and presented yourself to him innocently. You were ready to be destroyed.
He leaned forward to kiss you before slipping it between your thighs and lubing it up with the slick still dripping off of you. He pushed his hands onto the bed next to you to keep himself steady as he put the head of his dick to your hole.
"Ready?"
"Ready,"
He pushed in, just the head for now. It was already making you woozy just to think about him being inside of you. The Blood God was inside of you, he was fucking you. He was going to destroy you in a different sense. You'd been desperate for this for ages.
He pulled out and then thrust back in again, getting further and setting a steady pace as he got deeper and deeper. You wrapped your arms around his neck, keeping both of you steady as he shook your body with his might. You felt your eyes glaze over as your gasps and sighs were accented by every thrust. The squelching noise was hard to ignore, and the louder it got, the harder you could feel him getting.
"T-" you stuttered, bouncing on him, "Techno-" You moaned desperately, craving more.
He grunted in your ear, licking your freshest bite wound and placing another hickey on it, breaking the dried blood off and replacing it with new blood. You shuddered, blood for the blood god, you thought. Of course, he would have a blood kink, he was the blood god.
More dreams you'd shoved deep down were surfacing in your memory. He was making out with you in one minute and the next he was fingering you. Every dirty thought you'd ever had of him swarmed back to make your head spin as you laid there.
You took a fistful of sheets and pulled, keeping yourself grounded. At this rate, you were gonna cum within moments. You moaned out his name and thrust into him as well. You muttered sweet nothings between his grunts, reassuring him silently of what he was doing so right.
Your core tightened again as he pushed in further, grunting harder now.
"Techno, I'm gonna cum," You sighed.
He didn't respond, he only quickened the pace once again, making you shake uncontrollably as you got closer.
You took a deep breath and moaned, pulling him closer as you came, soaking the sheets below. His thrusts became spastic, desperate, almost.
Your core was already tightening again, warning you for a second wave while you still dribbled from the first one.
"Ugh, Techno," you practically squealed.
"Fuck," He mumbled.
He thrust in harder and more infrequently. Your breathing was in sync, and your climaxes loomed. He mumbled something else, but you missed it. You were too caught up in the sensation of the tip of his dick hitting that sweet spot inside of you. Your knuckles turned white as you held onto the sheet, the overstimulation made it all the more intense.
His breathing quickened and little grunts came rumbling out of his throat as he fucked you relentlessly. Another orgasm was quickly approaching, and you were sure he was almost ready soon, too. Your ears rang and your head throbbed. It was all too much, and it made you so happy.
Then, he let out a big grunt as he pushed in all the way, down to the knot, making you scream his name as your nails dug into his back. Your core released again, this time with more force just as a rope of cum hit your walls, then another, then another. It was never-ending as you squirmed under him, quivering as the bulge in your stomach grew ever so slightly.
He chucked, deep and rumbling. You still shook, unable to make any proper sound. Your eyes were watering, making it almost impossible to see. The overstimulation was becoming too much for you to handle as you came for the third time, although it was fleeting.
His lips met yours and you kissed for a minute with him still unloading inside of you. This moment was perfect as you rode out your highs and sat there together, stuck until he finished.
