#k: teasing

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Bunny!Technoblade dressing as the easter bunny and teasing him about the outfit for hours until he pins us down and breeds us...

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Late easter ask? Yes, yes it is.

He looked adorable like this, sure it was mainly for a picture and a few things for a village the two of you trade with but gods did he look cute in his little apron and carrying that basket of treats for the village kids. Maybe it was a little cruel to tease him with the sight of you carrying the toddlers and little ones not able to walk, showing off the sight of you with any small thing the villagers would let you carry, but he had been the one to tell you he wanted to someday have a few little ones of his own.

What were you to do bar tease him like this? To show him what he wanted, almost rubbing it in his face as he had to play nice and make merry with the little ones tugging at his apron as he narrowed his eyes at you, mouthing a few 'Stop it's and 'Watch it's as you continued to tease and taunt him.

Sure you were in for it the moment you were done with the village, and sure it was likely going to be hell walking back to his warren, but the lingering looks and heavy stares he gave you were going to be worth whatever was coming your way when you got home.

Well, it was worth it, albeit you didn't get home before Techno was on you, ripping off his little apron and tugging your pants down as he pressed you into the dirt behind a looming oak tree.

"Was it worth it? Teasing me? Showing me how you would look as my little spouse, my kits on your hip? Taunting me with how easy you would take to it? Well, little darlin' maybe I should speed up those plans to breed you, hmm? You seem eager enough..."

Oh, how you would have agreed that it was worth it, had you the ability to do more than moan and whine his name, hands clawing into the dirt and scrabbling to find some true purchase as Techno pressed in, burying his cock to the hilt in one smooth motion, groaning and digging one hand into your hip and the other into your hair pressing you face down into the grass and dirt.

"Fuuuck look at that, so good for me, so ready to take my cock, should have skipped the easter stuff and had you like this, face down with my cock buried in you like it should be. Should keep you like this, fucked out on my cock and ready for me, gonna fill you, fuck my cum into you and make sure you're limping behind me dripping my cum till we get home and I can fuck you again..."

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Kinktober Day 6: choking with DreamXD

I'm not gonna lie I was smug while writting this.

I love the idea of a higher being that while yes, they know humanity is different to them, but they have never had that human feeling or limitations so they can understand why they can't/shouldn't do it.

Anyhooo, MINORS DNI!

There is something about how you look, drapped against his lap, straddled across one of his thighs, hands scrabbling against his fingers resting around your neck.

Resting, it felt like resting to him, grip barely holding you, almost loose, he was so sure that you would be able to get free should you truly wish to be, and yet there is so much movement, so much scrabbling and tears. It was almost as if you couldn't breathe as if he was choking you, stealing your air and leaving only his touch in the wake, but he was simply resting his hand around your neck.

Resting and keeping you in his lap, you had told him you wished to be kept close on days like this, how else would he keep you close if not under his grasp.

The differences between a god and a human are many, and their similarities are small, so small that as you writhe in your godly lover's lap gasping and scratching at the fingers around your neck rutting and devouring the feeling of pleasure that scrapes around the blunt thrumming pain and need for air.

"You're lively today little one, is this not close enough for you? Not good enough? Need you more of your god? well, little one speak to me?" The sheer size difference between the two of you means that with a lift of his thumb your head is tilted up, hooded and hazy eyes cast up to stare at the cracked mask of his face. Halos and shadows streaking across your vision as one of his fingers lift air seeping in ever so slightly, giving a simper of life to you.

Your voice cracked and creaking, simpering as you beg for air, to be let free to gasp and indulge in the air you had taken for granted until he had placed his hand around your neck, till he had merely rested his hand against you.

You could confuse XD's laughter for thunder, the rumbling and cracking noise similar for those that had never heard it and yet when the hand around your neck pulls away, the hand that had almost killed you pressed to his mask almost coy in the way it falsely covers his laughter, "I had taken your breath away? Is that one of your little mortal sayings? Are you offering praise to me? looking for a blessing beyond what I have given you?"

If you could see a mouth, there was no doubt it would be spread wide in a grin, teeth shown in an almost snarl-like smile, sharp and clear in its intent to tease.

The weight of his hand is like a second skin to you, once again wrapping around your neck resting against you in his own version of a loose grip, his laughter mocking and your own hands come to try and loosen his grip further, to let you breathe around this playful display of affection.

Mortals and gods are so very different in the end and to this day, this lame little display of divine affection through thoughtful featherlike touch was leaving you slumped colours streaking and smearing like a hand across oil paint in your vision, thunderous rumbling laughter ringing in your ears as the weak movements of your hands fail limp, the struggling rutting of your hips against his thigh cease and your head falls back lips parted in a sigh of his name.

There is something about how you look, drapped against his lap, straddled across one of his thighs, hands no longer scrabbling against his fingers resting around your neck head limp in how it rests against his hand, his grip looser now just barely touching you as you fall limp against him, mortals and gods are so very different and he was merely resting his hand against you, resting his hands and enjoying how you writhed and struggled for the air he controlled.

"Look at that, my little mortal all worn out, your very breath stolen by your god… I wonder if you will let me take it from you again? Or perhaps I will simply take it again…"

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origins!techno letting out lil ‘squeaks’ whenever he’s horny….

you catch on pretty quickly :)

Oh ho ho!

Having spent the day with him, enjoying helping him farm, bent over in the fields replanting and tilling the little section of the field you had been tending to, hearing little shuffles, huffs and squeaks in the background with every extended moment you took on your hands and knees, ignoring them till they picked back up when you stretched letting your shirt ride up and show off slivers of your ski. The timing and length of the noises begin to catch your attention, even as you leave the fields and follow the bunny hybrid back to his burrow.

The chuffs, huffing and squeaks continue for the next few days, always when you are in more precarious positions, always bent over or stretched out, the length of your frame on display every time and always when you and techno find yourselves alone, only once did he make such noises around another person but the look that he was given had him stop quickly.

Since then you had been trying to pinpoint why, and then it dawned on you, freshly out of the shower and waltzing into the kitchen, towel lose around your waist and another wrapped around your hair chest on full display uncaring of what happens in the supposedly empty house, supposedly as when you turn to lean over the bench and grab for a cup you begin to hear the squeaks and huffs once again, and casting a look over your shoulder shows very focused techno and his fidgeting hands.

The little noises only increase as you shuffle the loose knot keeping the towel around your waist tied, caught red-faced and grabby hands barely held back even as you sway your hips at him, tucking away the information for later or maybe you won't need to...

Maybe.

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Kinktober Day 4: Audience with Eret

Did you know that even during courtly meetings everyone loves a show!

This one is a little shorter tho.

MINORS DNI!

Meetings between Eret and their close court were often boring drawn out things that end with Dream storming off after George or breaking down as Hbomb came looking for the monarch as someone had gone through his things again thinking that the items belonged to the castles head and not the wild man that had taken up residence in the castle.  

But today was different today all eyes were on him and one of his knights, a petty argument if anything was to be told, and yet the decision to crack down via taxation or via military action had begun to drag on, the back and forth between the two of them had grown stale and there was little to be had before Dream stepped in and cut the argument off and simply through the solution at Erets feet and told the monarch to simply 'deal with it as soon as possible.' 

"Thank you Dream, I'm glad someone can see the merit in keeping more blood from spilling-" only as they leaned forwards the rest of the room was drawn to you, little old you, the thing that was always present in these meetings but never part of them, seen and never heard. This one motion had several sets of eyes drawn to you, the slight rocking motion had drawn a whimper from you, shoulders shaking under the fine cloak that had been drapped over your shoulders just barely keeping the cold air of the room from eating away at your composure. 

Sure the others at the table had looked at you before, taking in your shaking form and the sight of you stretched over Erets cock or struggling to hold back simpering whines as their long ring-clad fingers toyed with your sex, there were always eyes on you and yet now they were all watching you. The air was chilly and the feeling of the knights watching you squirm as your partner and king wrapped a hand around your neck cooing softly to shut you up. 

"Shhh, you know how to behave, be a good little pet and sit still, keep quiet and you'll get what you want when everyone is gone..." more hushed praise fills your ears as you catch the flash of green from the edge of your vision. 

"Or Eret you could just give them what they want now, prime know they would love it, the moment a sing one of us looks them in the eye you can practically smell the lust drip from them" Dream was practically draping himself across the table flicking a gloved hand at you before sweeping wide to reference the whole meeting room, "-And I know everyone here would love to hear your little pet whine some more." 

"Well pet? Shall we entertain our audience? Be good for me and I'll make sure that you're more than satisfied, after all, it would be such a shame to disappoint your adoring fans hmm?" 

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Imagine getting into a verbal fight with Wilbur until you start choking him, the only difference is that he's moaning instead of trying to get out of your grasp. Couldn't be me 🤭

Thank you for the more than kind words on my headcanons, i was suprised to see your response, even if they weren't THAT good.

Have a good day/night

Ooh, ooh, I liiike this, I really do.

And your headcanons slap, shut, your brain is wrinkly, ass phat, and you deserve prosperity and love for how good those were!

(Also I am dubbing you polite anon! always polite!)

God it was just a few petty words that started the yelling match, a few muttered things that had you snapping at him to speak up, to say it again with his whole chest or not at all and now here you are. Fingers clenched in his coat pulling him forward to spit vitriol of equal strength to him, cheeks stinging at how long this row had been carrying on, dropping him as you finish up the last string of insults and bitter words, watching as he stumbles to his feet, smirking before he returns the favor.

"You know if your going to call me names, you should really think of some new ones, a cunt really? Monster? Oh honey I know that much, you will have to think so much harder to get me to crack, or are you hoping that a little bit of name calling and clothes tugging will be enough? Or maybe-"

The chocked noise that cut off his words was euphoric, the way Wilbur's eyes went wide and his lips barely parted to try and get some form of noise out, god the image would live in your head for months to come. But the true form of enjoyment came the moment you gave a harsh squeeze, silencing any more bitterly honeyed words with a simple act, only the moment you let up slightly he moaned, a broken and needy noise that almost echoed in your ears.

The reaction is almost enough for you to let go, to drop him again and let him sprawl on the floor, let him stay flushed and humbled from showing a weakness and yet something drives you to tighten your grip again, to reveal in how his eyes roll back and his legs shake, one of his hands loosely wrapped around your wrist, keeping your grip where it is as his other hand scrabbles to hold onto your shirt.

Well wouldn't you know, the ever looming and manipulative Wilbur had a thing for hands around his neck, and oh how he flushed so prettily as you cooed at him, tightening your grip further when more than a moan tries to leave his lips.

"Ah, ah, none of that now. Such a big bad, mean monster, is moaning and almost shoving his neck into my hand at one little squeeze. You know it's almost pathetic, but that's what you are Wilbur, and this is just the kind of thing I expected from you! No be good and maybe I'll keep my hand here and choke you like you need..."

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Ok but breeding kink with demon Wilbur 👀 -💫

Oh ho ho, yes.

Sure the halls were grand and there were crowds of supplicants ready to sing praise and follow the hymns of the lord that had been written out a million times before, but above them all, hidden in the upper walkways, sprawled across the floor and panting a name that was anything but holy was you. Layed on the tiled floor with the small prayer stools pillow below your hips, legs spread over the thighs of a man that had hidden amongst the congregation and shown nothing but a kind face till it came to you.

To you he had lingered out of sight, curving horns and flicking tail that had wrapped around your wrist so nicely as he danced you down the rows of pews, keeping you pressed as close as he could cooing sins and corruption as he fogged your mind with his honeyed words, knowing that every time you sat amongst the other parish members that his whispers of how good you would look on the alter head thrown back with him between your legs as the congregation watched one of their pure little lambs was defiled and filled by the very thing they feared.

And now here you are.

Below you sing the filled seats of the church, as your own voice joins them in a very different kind of song. Moans and calls of the name you had been given, hands gripping the curling black horns as Wilburs lips mark a path down your neck, hips pinned by the tail wrapped around your waist, mind scrabbling for more words than the endless pleas of 'more' and 'don't stop' as you try to arch into each harsh snap of the demon's hips.

The wet pop that follows his lips detaching from your nipples has you looking down at the honey-brown eyes that look up at you, watching as your head falls back once again, unable to keep the gaze as his tail lifts you, making your angle shift and his cock brush just so inside you.

"Listen to you sing for me, such a sweet little mortal, taking my cock like a good servant should. Should keep you up here till you drip with my seed, forever tainted with my mark, maybe even my children, hmm? Is that something you want? To have me weave my magic into your very being and have you give me an heir to my domain, make you full and watch as your precious church wonder how you came to end up like that..."

Your mind was too far gone into the feeling of pleasure to care for what had been offered, all you could do was nod weakly, hoping that whatever Wilbur had offered would spell more pleasure and more of the delicious feeling being stretched open on his cock was bringing you.

You were willing to give him anything if it meant he would not stop snapping his hips into you, even the feeling of warmth filling you as he came would change that. After all, even with the curling horns and whip-like tail, the stretch of dark wings behind him as his hands lifted your hip further, only your shoulders pressed to the ground as he finished filling you there was something divine in the form he had taken.

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god imagine being in a friend group with simpbur and you know on your side, you're flirting and having a good time and in a little bit you'd might consider asking him out, while he's been out here treasuring every moment, every fabric, every item you've touched and he's got pictures of you to last a lifetime but you know. he's not telling you that

BUT anyways. your group of friends plan movie nights quite often and you're known for getting cuddly and since your eye is set on the squirmy simp, nobody questions it when you sit on his lap and lean into his back, pulling a large, heavy blanket on top of you both. his arms wrapping around you so his hands can rest on your stomach and hold you close, nose pressing into the skin of your neck and thank goodness they keep the volume loud, or else they'd hear your pants, his whimpers, and the little skin on skin contact.

they probably can but then they'd have to address the fact you're fucking during movie night. Which no one wants to.

you don't have to continue this if you don't want to but for the sake of being an attention whore, I thought I should send this and tap your wrinkly brain with this idea

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK YEAHHHHHHHH! This tickles the smoothed wrinkles of my squishy brain.

Oh, how cute he was, always so attentive and eager when you spoke, hanging off every word and gesture always so ready to help or offer something to you the moment you showed interest, god help him had anyone else taken an interest in him, how easy it would be to ruin and drain him. But not you, no you thought it was cute, endearing something to coo and coddle despite the strange habits and lingering eyes, he was a friend that you wouldn't mind maybe taking further, letting him a little closer than the others.

If only you had known about the collection of stained and crumpled polaroids that were tucked away and hidden every time you came to visit, the number doubling with every hang out and study session, innocent pics and even some more... scandalous ones from moments you thought him not present.

But tonight, tonight would be the night that you truly put his lingering stares and flushed cheeks to the test, planning and willing to step down the moment you little plan so much as made him slightly uncomfortable. Tonight you would see just how willing he was to live up to those not so hidden thoughts that may or may not have left you all too aware of just how easy he was to fluster and tease.

It was movie night, your friend's group gathering to hang out and watch something loud and mind-numbing, something to take your thoughts away from the classes and stress that would be back the moment the night ended. Thankful for your already touchy nature, not a single person question of looked twice when you snatched a blanket and settled in on your dear simps lap, laughing softly when he stiffened and awkwardly wrapped his hands around you.

The sounds of gunfire and explosions filtering through the speakers would be your saving grace, as who were you to not shift and move, teasing the lanky man beneath you, making sure to grind your ass on him at every moment you could going even so far as to bounce slightly, passing it off as numb legs with another soft laugh. However, there was no passing off how simpbur whined into your hair, one harsh roll of your hips having his hands slip under the blanket to hold you still as he gave in to rut against your ass.

God bless the enraptured looks your friends had for the TV else the slight pants and half held whines would have gotten you caught so quickly, teasing could only go so long before it became double-edged, and now here you are.

Simpburs hands tucked under the blankets holding onto your hips as he finally got to indulge in a dream, not even he would have thought becoming true, you were seated in his lap his cock buried to the hilt in you, slowly grinding your hips, rocking and shaking against him as he tried so very hard to not simply cum, to fill you like he had spent endless nights dreaming of. He wanted to keep you like this for as long as he could, stretched around him seen and unseen by your friends as you gave muted bounces on his cock.

God forgive him if anyone heard what he whispered to you, some things were only meant for you to hear.

"God I-I want to fuck you over the table, let e-everyone see how good you look. Let me see how you t-take my cock, y-you'd let me, wouldn't you? Please, let me s-see how you take me, just please..."

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Imagine tencho liking u and he pissed u off so the most logical thing to do is walk into his brothers room and go

“Will let’s fuck”

U and willbur had always had something for eachother and u guys quickly get naughty as tencho walks by the slightly open door and gets super jealous that his brother is fucking his crush

Moaning wills name as u claw into his back from pleasure, giving him sloppy kisses and Smirking when u see the glare of techno in the doorway.

Ya safe to say u and willbur ended up becoming a thing making sure to piss of tencho and Philza with ur making out on the couch as they walk by

Anon, your ass phat, brain wrinkly and I hope you get exactly what you want in life.

It was fun and games, you swear, teasing and messing around with techno when you were over at his, enjoying the sarcastic huffs and little banter sessions you had between study sessions, lord knows that the dry motherfucker chose the driest subject to major in, English was only minor for your course but techno made the course work worth suffering through, or well he did till one of your bantering sessions turned into an argument.

Wholeheartedly you hadn't meant to let it get out of hand like this but he wouldn't back down and neither would you, and now here you are leaning in the doorway of your familiar on again off bed partner Wilbur, Techno's brother and wall sharing roommate, idle chatter and an easy kind of conversation you knew would drive him up the wall especially when you slipped into his room, clambering into the lanky brunets lap whispering your plan into his ear and living for the smirk and laughing agreement you received.

And now here you are.

The door just barely closed as you clamber back into Wilbur's hold, sinking down onto his cock and rocking your hips as you ride him, one hand tangled in his curls and the other cupping his face as you kiss him making sure to pull away when he hits your sweet spot knowing that without a doubt the grumpy Techno would be able to hear it through the wall, or better yet as you catch a glimpse of pink pass the door have him see how you look fucking yourself on his brothers cock.

Knowing that he had seen how you looked, legs locked around Wilbur's waist leaning back so your back arched just so, letting the curly-haired man mouth and mark at your skin making sure they were well within sight.

God if only he had stayed a second longer he would have seen how you came for his brother, how you shuddered and called Wilbur's name.

But nowhere you are, weeks later having shacked up with Wilbur and headed home early, making out with Wilbur on their couch, enjoying how you can feel red eyes glaring at your from the stairway, already having had Phil groan and ask you to take it upstairs or out of the house once when he came home, but not once since you knew he had watched you fuck his brother has techno done more than glare.

If only he had more courage, maybe you would see about taking both of them.