I have a request: how would the Techno react if Reader dies but appears a few months later alive but very injured?
Now this inspired me.
Warnings: 18+, angst, suicide mentioned, hints at nsfw, blood, alternate timeline where she was never pregnant; adding Athena and Apollo into this would have made me cry so no. 
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Techno was distraught, it was against his nature to love and be loved and yet you taught him how. You were his everything and more. From the moment you shot him in those woods all that time ago, when the voices went quiet when your face came into his eyesight, everything changed for him.
He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.
Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.
The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.
The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.
The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.
The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.
More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.
“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.
Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.
That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.
“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.
“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.
He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.
You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.
“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.
You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”
“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.
He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.
Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.
Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.
You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“
“Understand?” You asked.
“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.
“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.
“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.
Hello! I’d like to request c!Technoblade as piglin hybrid, with stomach bulge and with the reader tied up :)
Sub GN reader please
Can I be 🍒 anon?
oooo another techno fic. you guys seem to like these :)
welcome, 🍒 anon!!
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c!technoblade x gn!reader
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“techno…” your voice was a bit raspy as you spoke, waking up from your peaceful sleep to find your piglin boyfriend stood over you, grinning at his work. needing to rub the sleep from your eyes, you noticed you couldn’t move your hands. with wide eyes, now fully awake, you shot your head to the side, only to find your hands had been tied to the bed, well… more like chained as the golden metal clinked around as you tried to move your arms.
“shhhh, baby… you looked so sweet just sleeping there, i had to have you.” turning your head back to look at the hybrid, you only saw hunger in his eyes, his pupils dilating the more he fixed his gaze onto you. “i have to be inside of you, please baby, you always make me feel so good.”
listening to his words, you watch with a grin as he shuffled on his feet, scanning your eyes across his body, you realise how hard he was, his cock straining against his loose pants. he was huge, this was something you knew but still, it shocked you every time. “hm… you want me? wanna fuck me until i cry?” you tease the male as you wiggle your hips in excitement, bending a knee and using a foot to skilfully slide your loose pants down your legs.
“go ahead, baby. ruin me.” given your consent, the piglin smirked, his hands immediately pulling his clothes off as he climbed onto the bed. sliding his hands up your legs, he pulled them apart and planted himself in between them. grinning down at you, his fingers slipped against your soft skin as he pushed his fingertip against your fluttering entrance, chuckling softly to himself at your eagerness.
your hips wiggled in excitement, his tips of his fingers slipping inside of you making you gasp out and moan. “more…” whining slightly, you pulled at your chains, the feeling of the cold metal against your wrists making you shiver. the huge brute clenched his teeth as he worked you open, his eyes watching the way you would react the entire time.
after watching you come undone by just his fingers, he smirked down at you, pressing his lips against the skin of your neck. his teeth nipped at your flesh while his hands pulled your hips closer to his, rubbing his hard cock against your sex as he let a trail of spit fall from his mouth and to his cock, spreading his spit all across his huge length.
“you want my cock? hm? want me to stuff you full?” techno’s voice was light was amusement as he lined up his tip with your clenching hole, watching with laughing eyes as you try to reach for him, wanting him desperately inside of you.
“please, techno! for the love of god, just fuck me!” you cried out as your hips tried to shuffle you further down the bed to push yourself onto his cock, the brute laughing at you while his hands push your hips into the bed. “well… you asked for it…”
as soon as the words left his mouth, his hips snapped forward and his cock entered you, his wide girth spreading you open while his tip hit you deeper than you’ve ever felt. his teeth clenched as he groaned, feeling you clamp down around him as you moan out his praises. “so good! so deep… so so deep… tec-techno- you feel so good… fuck- i can feel you in my stomach…”
shaking his head in amusement, his eyes trailed your body before stopping at your stomach, a bulge under the skin appearing with every thrust of his hips. “ah- oh… fuck-“ his voice was so much more deeper as he growled down, one of his golden ringed hands leaving your hip to push down against the bulge, causing the both of you to fall apart, techno shooting him cum deep into you while you came underneath him, your legs shaking as they struggled to stay clamped around his waist.
It's perfect for him cause it makes his punishments so much easier
Seeing you cream all over his dick makes him feel so cocky
Likes trying different positions to see if you'll cum faster that way
He's literally just speedrunning your orgasms
Dream had you in a new position yet again. You were just a toy for him to play around with. But you didn't care. You were on your back, one leg over his shoulder with the other pressed against your chest.
His hips were slamming against yours, making a clap every time. Your mind wasn't working, no real words would leave your mouth. You were stuck there, crying and moaning out while Dream degraded you.
“You're so weak. Crying already. I haven't even cummed yet.” Dream said, lightly laughing at you. He let out a hiss as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. “Damnit, are you gonna cum already?”
You tightened around him, his words were bringing you closer. All you could do was whine out to him, hoping he’d understand. His hips went faster as he grabbed your throat.
He squeezed it, making you cum all around his dick. A few more rough thrusts and he finally came in you. He panted slightly as he weakly thrust into you, easing out your orgasm.
You were out of breath, you felt like you ran 10 miles. Every part of you was shaking, you couldn't stop. Your hand weakly reached out to Dream, to cup his face.
But he instead grabbed your hand, repositioning you. He started thrusting into you again, he was like a rabid animal.
“How fast can you cum now?”
George
So sweet with you yet he's torturing you for fun
Loves edging you to see you whine and cry out for him to help you
Likes using his fingers to make you cum, makes him so cocky
Makes fun of you as well
“Come on, you can take one more.” George said as his fingers pumped in and out of you.
Your back arched on the bed as your hands were gripping onto the sheets. George was between your thighs, giving small licks at your clit every now and then.
He hasn’t even taken off his pants but you already came twice just from his fingers. Even though your head was thrown back, you could tell he was smirking to himself.
“Please!” You whined out to him, begging for his cock. “Nghh George please!”
“Just one more,” He said. He also said that the last round. “You look so pretty like this, I can't help it.”
You felt your stomach tighten and your legs slightly shake. Moans left your mouth constantly. George finally put his whole tongue on your clit, making you cum all over his fingers.
Your liquids slipped out of you, but George pushed it back in you with his fingers. “Just one more, I promise”
Sapnap
He feels so proud of himself for making you cum so many times
Definitely takes pictures of you to brag
Degrades you but also praises you
Likes pushing you to your limits to know how far he can go
Sapnaps hands roughly held your hips. He towered over you as he rocked his hips. Each time he trusted into you, you could feel him reach your sweet spot.
Loud moans left your mouth as you tried to cover your mouth. He quickly let one hand off your hip to pin down your hand.
“Don't do that, ” He panted out. “So pretty, all mine”
His fingers interlocked with yours as he held it above your head. He dipped his head down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. His lips slowly went down to your neck.
You cried out his name. His hips wouldn't stop and the new sensation of kisses was setting you on fire. You felt your stomach tighten as you moaned out.
“Sapnap!” You yelled out as your came all over him and you. A few more sloppy thrusts into you, and he came as well. He pulled out and reached out for something. You couldn't look up, you were so tored already.
You heard the click of his phone's camera. His arms were holding your legs up, showing off your sore cunt. Your legs were glossy, covered in your own slick and cum from both of you. He smirked at the picture he took as he put his phone down.
Wasting no time, he slammed his dick back into you.
c!Techno
Sucks to be you lol
Watching you cry and shake from his cock boosts his ego so much
Loves seeing you struggle to take all of his cock, he has a massive size kink
Best part is when you have to say sorry for cumming so much on him :””)
“T-Tech! Please!” You cried out, tears all over your face as your legs shook around his waist. His hands were on top of yours, holding you down so you’d stop clawing at him.
You could feel droplets run down your thighs. Without even looking at the bedsheets or Techno’s stomach, you already knew they were soaked with your juices. It was embarrassing to be this sensitive to him yet he loved it.
“You can do one more,” Techno breathed out as you shook your head. “Dont lie to me.” He said as hips rutted harshly against yours as his fingers rubbed small circles on your hand.
His hips were constantly snapping against yours, making loud and wet claps. You were so tired and sore, your clit was begging for a break. He felt so good in you, hitting every spot in you perfectly yet it also hurt so much.
Tears ran down your face as you moaned and babbled. It was so cute to him, watching you get dumb all from his cock. He kissed down your neck as you whined out at the new touch.
Another knot formed in your stomach, it hurt yet you wanted it so badly. Your own hips started to match his pace, desperate to cum yet again. Your moans and whines got much louder, crying out his name as his hips got faster. You came all over him as he came inside again.
Maybe phil was teaching reader about potions and it gets dark so he asks techno to let her sleep there while he has to leave, not knowing technos in a rut. Maybe reader just gets a little to annoying for his liking so he rails her?
Thats just something i thought of, you dont have to go with that prompt if you dont want.
And you dont have to do the request if you dont want!
AAAAAAA my first ask oml thank you so much 😩😩😩😩😩
Okay I have never wrote much of a fic but here we goooooo!
Y-You will help me...Right?
By:clxudyCow on Tumblr
Warnings: not edited well, noncon if you squint, and Phil being pog
Pairing: Fem!Reader x C!Techno
Genre: lemon in part 1😩
Requested? Yes by: lillianastuff
Minors DNI THANKSSSSSS 😐
"so I do what again?" Y/n asked again. Dadza slapped his forehead and sighed before repeating, " Y/n, you put the blaze rods into the mixture to fuel It, like so-" he was cut off suddenly by realizing that that was the last of the blaze rods. He exhaled and said he would be going to the neither and that techno can help me with the potions. He mentioned I might need to sleep there bc it was getting late. Phil smiled requested that I sleep at Technoblade's house because it was late. He winked at me before slamming the door and running off.
He knew I had a crush on Technoblade, The Blood God; The Piglin of my dreams. And he would of just let me take a break and pick it up later but, no. He wanted me to confess. Oh no.
I sigh and grab my coat and put on some lingerie as I was more comfortable in it I had found. And if things do get sexual at least he gets a good view! I put on a gold necklace and head out of Phil's Cabin. I knock 3 times and he opens the door with a composed but rushed look, almost happy even, he lets me in without asking why I knocked. "Phil told me that he might need to grab some blaze rods and that you may need to sleep here for the night. Here is a book of potion recipes to study. I'll help you with a few." He finally says. I watch as he sits down in his loveseat and pats the room between his legs. I freeze. My crush wants to cuddle with me? I nervously seat down and get a little to close to his pants and grind slightly. He lets out a breathy but noticeable grunt. You decide -why tf not I'll tease this cutie! I'm a switch anyway!- "huh.? Awhh did you just moan? I thought you were the big strong man? How come just one touch is all it takes?" You tease. He looks at you and pulls you onto the ground under him and says "I'll fuck you so good you can't fucking breathe. I may be in rut but I'm the dominant one, whore." He pauses then mumbles" so.. you will help me..right..?"
CLIFF HANGER BITCH HAH
idk if this was good but lemme know if you want a part two!
Dream - He's pretty gentle at first but he does like his dominance between the two of you. He might wrap his hands around your neck and hold onto it while fucking the shit out of you.
Sapnap - He's a man of dominance having your hands on the wall and bending over for him and being fucked is one of his pleasures
Georgenotfound - He'd hug you from behind and slowly fuck you while cleaning you off, it's a two-for-one deal if you were being honest.
C! Technoblade - This is inside of a tube but you'd be on top of him looking down at him while riding him and he gives you soft praises for being good at it.
C! Schlatt - He's railing into your guts not even focusing on having a shower anymore, he doesn't care as long as he gets to see you at your weakest.
C! Wilbur - Very rough and he's going to probably do the same thing as techno but instead of you riding him he's fucking you senselessly with very a very steamy room filled with pants and moans.
C! Philza - He's going to be soft on you and try cleaning you up but also fucking you and handling you with care, he's going to be more focused on being soft than going all out.
C! Badboyhalo - Like philza he'll be soft on you and would treat you as fragile as possibly, probably adding a tease to your body by changing up his speed, possibly?
C! Awesamdude - You'd on top of him and your front body was facing his face, he's taking care of you from the front while pleasuring himself inside of the process.
Karl jacobs - Soft shower sex, He's soft with you stroking your back when you ride him and he's praising you for what you do because he wants you to be proud of yourself.
Punz - Rough dom much? He's pretty tough on you, like sapnap he likes it when your arms are against the wall and he gets to fuck the shit out of you and likes the dominance he holds over you
Unpopular opinion : shaming minors for reading smut or interacting with your nsfw account is not cool especially if its public , I was going through the jschlatt smut hashtag ( ik he is uncomfortable with smut I was informed of that but I feel as if deleting this would be trying to "cover up " my mistakes and I'm not about that , I no longer consume any of that ) and I saw this account of a minor and some people had openly shamed them for interacting with there nsfw accounts , if a minor interacts with your account just block them or message them privately and tell them that your uncomfortable with them doing so and that you're going to block them , I have younger cousins and they are exploring themselves and other things and shaming them isn't something you should do.
"What if........ c!techno & praise kink.... Like he holds reader close and whispers to them how beautiful and stunning they are while they do the deed... mmmm yes..."
It started slowly in the mornings, Techno’s hands spreading over your chest as he pulled you from the deep sleep you had nestled yourself into, his fingers dipping into the valley between your breasts and letting his lips trace a path from your shoulder to your neck. His kisses were slow, warm.
As his touches skimmed to wrap around your torso, he pulled your back against his chest, propping a knee between your legs as he ground himself against you. The sleepy moan rolling from your mouth earned you another one of his searing kisses, inking into the sensitive skin on your neck. Your hands moved to fist into the pillows as his fingers drifted towards the waistband of your underwear, teasingly tracing the pattern on your hip.
His lips found a sensitive spot behind your ear as he rutted against you again, slow as deep as he pulled you even closer to him, your hips rolling against his thigh as he moved. His actions were making you hungry for whatever friction you could get from him. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he husked, voice raspy and low in your ear, the hum of his tone sending heat straight to your core. “Hope I’m not disturbing you too much,” he ribbed, earning a lazy giggle from you as his tongue pressed against your skin.
Techno’s fingers dipped into your underwear, letting his fingers slip over your heat. You drew in a sharp breath, suddenly realizing just how badly you wanted him to ruin you. His lazy attempts of pulling you from your slumber were turning more and more selfish as he ground his hips against you again. You could feel every inch of his arousal as he pressed his body closer to yours, desperately trying not to only use you for his own orgasm.
His finger toyed with your clit, a groan coming from his lips at the realization of your own excitement as he pumped one of his fingers into you. You arched your body against him slightly, bending into his touch as his teeth threatened to draw blood as his finger curled into you. “Good girl, so ready for me. So wet,” he bit into your hair, his voice resting at a dark octave.
You moaned at his words, grasping at one of his hands as he added another finger, his pace agonizingly slow as he thrust against you. The heat budding between the two of you was almost unbearable as you pressed your ass against him, meeting his movements with your own. He moaned, low and deep into the crook of your neck, the slight stubble from the night before tickling against your exposed shoulder. “Just like that, my pretty girl. So good for me,” he continued, his words becoming your kryptonite as you rolled your hips against his thigh, driving his fingers deeper into you.
You wanted to feel each of Techno’s movements, each of his uneven breaths as his hips pressed against you, every lapping of his tongue in praise. You were so hungry for more of him.
“Are you gonna continue being good for me, darling?” He asked, teeth nipping at your ear as you whimpered at his pace, clenching around him as he crept you closer and closer to your beckoning climax. Your near begging of compliance struck up a small groan from him, removing his fingers from you and pulling you onto your back as he positioned himself between your legs.
Your thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste your arousal for him, which you took with doe eyes fluttering to focus on his lust-blown, red irises. He watched you carefully, basking in the way you lapped yourself from his fingers, making him once again grind against your underwear. You moaned around his digits, digging your heels into his back as if to signal to him how needy you were.
He pulled his fingers from your mouth, smearing your drool across your face before lacing his fingers with yours, pushing one of your hands beside your head. He pressed his lips against yours hungrily, a biting passion behind the action that sent more warmth through your body. His tongue slipped into your mouth, passing his moans and praises into your throat.
His lips moved, granting his teeth access to your neck once again, this time marking you as his before he sat back, dragging your hips towards him as he lined up his arousal with your core, eyeing you as your fingernails dug into his thighs, your knees hooked further up around his torso. He couldn’t fight the smirk curling against his lips as he stroked himself, looking over you as you begged for him.
“So pretty, my good girl, so needy for me,” he praised, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned, watching you react as he finally eased into you, bucking his hips against yours a few times as you moaned, adjusting to his lengths.
He kissed you again, sloppily and deep as he thrust into you. You hummed against his lips, letting him roll his hips as you ground against him. His fingers knotted in your hair tugging slightly to add a hint of pain to the mix, his teeth dragging across your lips. “My pretty girl, taking me so well,” he moaned into your kiss, groaning at the way you clenched around him, your soft walls feeling like heaven with each of his movements.
He pushed himself up on one of his hands, putting distance between the two of you as he watched himself bury his cock deep inside of you, his pink hair cascading over his strong shoulders as each of his muscles constricted while he worked on you. “Look how tight you are, baby. Such a good little pet,” he groaned, kissing you briefly as you rutted against his movements, whimpering at his words and the calm cockiness washing over his body.
His large hand moved from its tight grip on your hip to your thigh, leaning to kiss the sensitive flesh as his pace slowed. His other hand moved to wrap around your throat, a satisfied smile threatening to creep onto your face as he pulsed in and out of you. You could practically feel him throbbing inside of you as you arched to his touch once again, basking in the feeling of his hand tightening around your neck. His eyes danced with some kind of power trip he always got seeing you moving from his thrusts with your airway pinned under his fist.
He wet his lips as he held your knee against his chest, driving himself deeper into you with each sputtering thrust of his hips, his hair almost within reach of your itching fingers. You wanted to pull him down to you, make him further restrict your breathing with his lips. His demanding thrust matched the thrill in his eyes as he watched you writhe in pleasure. “You look so fucking hot with my hand around your throat. Such a good girl for me,” he continued, the cockiness dripping from his voice and straight to your core. “So obedient,” he praised.
The tone of his voice was enough to send you over the edge, your body tightening with your release, a stutter of his name echoing from your body as he picked up his pace, making sure you got to ride out your high before he finished.
You kicked your leg from his grip, moving to wrap around him again, pushing him back on the bed. He tilted his head back as you straddled him, sliding back down onto his cock as his hands gripped your hips. “You’re so pretty, fuck,” he groaned as you rolled your hips against him, the ache deep within you burning from the stimulation.
Your hands settled over his as you picked up your pace, basking in his dirty praises as you bounced on top of him. “Just like that, baby. Right there, don’t stop,” bled into a chorus of swears and murmurs of your name as if it were the only word he knew as he finished for you.
“My pretty girl, you did such a good job,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around you after the two of you had cleaned each other up. He pressed his nose into your hair, his hold tightening around you and sealing the remainder of the morning reminding you how well you took care of him.
concept: techno is scared of ‘corrupting’ the reader, but the reader’s kinda into it...
content warning // NSFW, virgin!reader, very minor angst?, small argument that gets resolved
listen to this while you read: BBBlue (Single) by Olivver the Kid
(this fic was heavily inspired by the lyrics of this song, so i highly recommended giving it a listen!)
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When Techno found out you were a virgin, he was terrified. Not necessarily of the thought itself, but of the implications.
He’d never forget the look on your face when you told him. You tried to be casual about it, but he knew you well enough to spot the dusting of pink across your cheeks. You nuzzled yourself closer into his side. Whether out of embarrassment or something else entirely, he couldn’t tell. All he could feel was his heart dropping as the voices chanted at him to “ruin her”
Of course you, his pure sweet angel, would be a virgin. He once again crumbled under the idea that you had chosen him. How on earth could a person like you even think of being with a beast like him. Yet alone, giving up your virginity to him.
He hated how horribly turned on he was by the thought of taking it.
The voices had been relentless about it ever since. They were hyper focused on your every move, twisting every thought of his into something promiscuous. When you rolled out of bed in the morning and stretched, a small sigh escaping your lips, it was endless cries of “make her do that again” “you should fuck those moans out of her” “make her scream”
While making breakfast together in the morning, they wouldn’t stop telling him to “bend her over the counter” “take it right here”
Even at times where he was alone, the voices preoccupied him with endless thoughts of you. He was fairly certain they had forced him to imagine every possible way in which he could have you. “imagine fucking her against the wall” “you can be gentle for the first time y’know” “she’d feel so good writhing underneath us” “press her face into the mattress instead” “make her get on her knees and suck you off” “she’ll be such a pretty little slut for us”
He tried to take care of himself as often as he could, but it was becoming impossible to keep up with. There were only so many times a day he could jerk himself off alone behind locked doors. He was desperate, and sexually frustrated to say the least.
He felt disgusting for it.
After a week of this torment, he could barely even look at you yet alone touch you without the voices and his own guilt pounding against his skull. You couldn’t even think about broaching the subject again, because he was avoiding physical contact like the plague. He wouldn’t come to bed until he knew you were asleep, and would leave long before you woke.
As much as he tried to hide it, you could tell he was tired. Something was wrong, but you knew that he’d never just tell you about his problems unprompted. Techno was insufferably stubborn in that way. After several days of avoiding your gaze and leaning away from your touch, you chose to confront him.
“Techno”, you called for his attention quietly, trying to sound stern while remaining gentle with him. He didn’t turn to fully face you, but he glanced at the spot on the wall just above your head.
You struggled to find the words you wanted to say, so you settled on telling him, “Techno, you look tired.”
He turned his attention away from you. “Just a lot of work around the house this week. I’ll be fine after I rest.”
“Then come to bed with me.” You saw the way his body tensed and tilted away from you at that simple suggestion.
“I just need to write a couple letters first. You can go ahead of me.”
“Techno...”, you whined, daring to take a step closer to him. He gave you an almost panicked look, “why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me?”
“I haven’t been avoiding you”, he responded quickly, trying to look through you instead of at you.
“Yes you have”, you responded firmly. A flash of guilt washed over his face at your tone. “You haven’t kissed or touched me for nearly a week now. I don’t even know for sure if you sleep in the same bed as me anymore. Fuck, you barely even talk to me.”
Angry tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you wanted to hold them in. Techno felt his chest tighten at the sight of it. He instinctively turned and reached out to comfort you, but forced himself to freeze.
“There”, you said, gesturing towards him, “just like that. You’re stopping yourself. Why are you doing that?”
He repeatedly opened and closed his fists at his side, wanting to have any conversation other than this one.
“[y/n], there’s just a lot going on in my mind right now”, he said. It wasn’t a complete lie. “I just need to work though it.”
“Then let me help you.”
“No”, he responded a little too quickly, “I- I mean, I just don’t want to talk about it with you yet...”
“Why not?”, you retorted, trying to squeeze any information you could out of him.
“I just don’t, okay? It’s uncomfortable, I don’t want to talk about it yet.”
“... is this about me being a virgin?”
“I never said that”, he replied, but the tension in his shoulders was enough to tip you off.
“Ah geez Technoblade, if it was that much of a problem for ya, you should have just told me”, you said sarcastically, “instead of avoiding all physical contact for a like week straight!”
“It’s not a problem, [y/n].”
“Certainly doesn’t feel that way.”
Techno huffed in frustration, grabbing a fistful of his hair at the root. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset with himself, or the fact that a few of the voices were still begging him to “please fuck her already”
“Love, I wasn’t avoiding you because I didn’t want it. They”, he tapped a finger against the side of his skull, “they want it so badly. It’s driving me insane.”
He breathed in and out shakily, trying to gauge your expression in the brief moments before he continued.
“I’m a monster. I’ve spilt more blood than anyone every should in a single lifetime. My appearance is more beast than man.”
He looked up briefly to find you staring right at him, a tight-lipped frown upon your face.
“What does that have to do with any of this?”
“I- ... I don’t want to corrupt your innocence”, he admitted.
“What on earth do you mean by that?”
“[y/n], you’re so perfect”, he answered almost breathlessly, “you’re so kind and so pure. Just living with me does enough to taint your reputation, I don’t wanna-“
He cut himself off to swallow thickly. He almost seemed scared of the words he was going to say next.
“I don’t want to ruin this part of you either...”
A heavy silence filled the tiny sitting room of techno’s cottage. In those few seconds, your eyes widened ever so slightly as his words suddenly clicked in your mind. This hulking boar of a man, an undisputed war criminal, was scared. He was scared of damaging you, your reputation, or your recently revealed ‘innocence’. Compared to himself, he saw you as a pure being who could be tainted by unwholesome thoughts.
If what he said about the voices was true, then his actions of the past few days would’ve made sense for him.
“Oh techno...”, you muttered softly, tentatively placing a hand on his jaw. His posture was curled inward, making him look small despite his size. He was stiff at first, but allowed you to lift his gaze to meet yours. He searched your eyes desperately for an indication of your reaction. You gave him a reassuring smile.
“Do you remember when we first met?”
A small wave of confusion washed over his face, but he nodded anyways. “It was at the festival...”
“That’s right”, you said, moving the hand on his face down to rest over his shoulder, “and do you remember what I did that day?”
“You threw an axe into Schlatt’s shoulder”, he answered, watching as the scene played out in his memory.
You lived with Niki in her bakery at the time, and witnessed firsthand the injustice she faced during Schlatt’s presidency. As the chaos after Tubbo’s execution occurred, you took the opportunity to hurl your axe where Schlatt stood upon his podium. The blow wasn’t fatal, but that wasn’t necessarily your goal. You just wanted to see the man in pain.
“It was a lucky shot really”, you admitted, “I wasn’t even aiming properly.” That managed to draw a small smile onto Techno’s lips.
“And do you remember”, you continued, “when I tried to confront the Butcher Army by myself?”
He grimaced at the thought. You had told him you just needed to make a quick trip to L’manburg for some supplies, leaving him at home alone to recover from the previous day’s events. You returned that evening with a sprained wrist and a couple large bruises forming on your body. None of them were trying to kill you, but you took a pretty good beating from Quackity just for trying to confront them.
“Why are you bringing all of this up now?”, he asked.
“Because”, you said, “this is the evidence that will support my next point.”
He looked bewildered by that statement, but continued to listen.
“I’m not a perfect person”, you resumed, “I have blood on my hands just like you do. I know it’s hard to compare to you, but I’m not devoid of my own sins. I can be mean, I’ve hurt people. I’m not a pure, angelic being who would quiver at a single inappropriate thought. I think you forget that sometimes.”
He let your words swirl around in his head; he couldn’t deny the logic in them. The evidence prevented him from denying the truth of your statement. He could almost be mad that you’d talked him into a corner, but he was more overjoyed at the fact that you knew him well enough to do so.
“And you know...”, you spoke quietly, letting your hand fall down to rest on his chest, “if you did somehow ‘corrupt my innocence’ as you say... I really wouldn’t mind that.”
Techno’s breath hitched in his throat. There were a brief few moments, maybe minutes, where he just stared at you. Then his lips were on yours; sudden and clumsy, but passionate. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he grabbed at your waist, desperate to have you in his arms again.
“I’m sorry, I had to”, he muttered, his lips left hovering a hair’s breadth away from yours.
“You’re so silly sometimes”, you sighed affectionately, rubbing small circles into his collarbone. He gave you a gentle smirk before pressing another kiss into your lips.
“I’m sorry darling, I really am”, he said as he drew you into a tight hug. He took in your scent and the feel of your skin for the first time in days. It felt like he could survive off the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body alone. He wondered why he ever let himself be depraved of this.
“You know I trust you, right?”, you spoke with your face pressed into his chest.
“I’m not sure why, but yes.”
You decided not to reprimand him for saying that. You could help him unpack all that later. Instead, you brought your head up to whisper in his ear.
“You have my full and unconditional consent to take my virginity whenever you’re ready.”
Techno inhaled and held his breath, though for what, he wasn’t sure. It took a while for the full weight of those words to sink in. He leaned back to stare at your face, bringing one of his large and shaky hands up to cup your cheek.
“Are you sure?”, his eyes were wide with trepidation, practically pleading with you to tell him the truth. You leaned into his palm, indulging in the feeling of his skin on yours.
“I want you, techno. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
Techno was lost in your words. The sudden absence of guilt left his heart light and airy in his chest. For the first time in days, the voices were only a gentle murmur.
“she’s so beautiful” “she wants you” “make her feel good” “show her how special she is” “make her smile” “she’ll be so pretty” “she’s always pretty” “be gentle, no need to rush”
“make love to her”
“... I think I’m ready now.”
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ayyyy guess who finally finished writing something!!!
parts of this feel a little rushed but ehhhhhh i was just excited to finally post it. i looove writing techno as an extremely self-conscious character who’s too caught up in their own head to see how ridiculous they’re being. so, this was a treat for me to write
