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.
A loud frustrated scream echoed throughout the forest, startling the animals. The birds all screamed and flew away from the trees in to a different area. The wild boars screeched and fled the area to a more peaceful spot to bathe in the rising sun. The hybrid eased herself to the snow below her.
She pulls her knees up to her chest, leaning back against a tree. She was on her way to see Philza since he was a guidance figure for her. (Y/n)'s parents were great friends with Phil and due to the trust her parents had in him, he practically raised her. Philza had occasionally brought Technoblade, his adopted son, with him during the times where he watched (Y/n).
Much to his surprise Techno and (Y/n) got along very well. The voices that plagued Technoblade seemed to come to a halt and give his son silence. Sighing (Y/n) stood and began making her way to Philza's house once again. She missed those day but there wasn't a point in dwelling in the past.
Shivering (Y/n) finally saw the two cabins, sighing with relief she nearly bolted up the steps. Her (f/c) pointed bunny ears twitched at the sound of potions being made. She lightly knocked on the door, even though she didn't wait long it caused her nerves were getting the best of her.
Techno was the one who opened the door, his ruby eyes widened at the sight of (Y/n). She smiled sweetly at him, her ears twitching a bit and her little tail flicking. The voices that were originally giving him a headache finally quieted and he could've kissed her for it. He gave a soft smile and let her in, making sure to wrap his red wool blanket around her.
"Is everything okay??" (Y/n) asked sitting in front of the fireplace before looking up to him. Her (e/c) eyes shined brightly with the new light from the fire.
"Why wouldn't things be okay?" Technoblade asked moving to finish the potions. His pink hair falling over his shoulder a bit, he was silently annoyed that he forgot to put it up.
"It's just normally Philza is the one to work on the potions, that's all." She smiled softly before standing and moving closer to him. Her smaller hands grabbed his sleeve making him look to her.
"Let me put your hair up, plus your a furnace and I'm freezing." (Y/n) couldn't stop the giggle that left her lips as she pulled him away from the potion stand. Techno could've easily pulled himself away from her but he just gave in.
After she had him sit, she moved behind him and began putting his hair up in to a messy bun. Technoblade almost shivered from how cold her hands were, he felt bad that she was so cold. Once she had finished putting his hair up he pulled her into his lap. Her cute (f/c) ears twitched back as she looked at him curiously.
Techno wrapped the blanket around her a bit more before leaning back with her resting against him. He grabbed his glasses off of the side table and grabbed a book about the withers he had yet to finish. (Y/n) couldn't stop to adorable smile that graced her face, she quickly nuzzles into him letting herself relax.
.:.:.Technoblade's POV.:.:.
(Y/n)'s smaller frame curled further into my taller frame making me smile softly. I knew she would fall asleep before long both from her long travel here and the warmth I have off. It was always like this, her smaller body was always cold so she would cling to me. As kids it bothered me but before long the voices got quiet with her and her touch became a need.
I knew that I ran hotter than the others thanks to my piglin heritage, so I often held her close to keep her warm. I gently nuzzled my head against hers, letting my right hand wrap around her tiny waist. I gently pulled her closer to my frame letting her rest completely against me.
"What's got the little bunny all tense hm?" I teased lightly letting my thumb rub small circles on her back. (Y/n)'s soft (f/c) ears flicked back a bit as she buried her face into my neck.
"It's just so hard trying to be the good person all the time. All I do is help and help... Majority of the time it back fires and people are rude to me." Her soft meek voice seemed so loud compared to the silence around us. I lightly pulled her tighter to my body letting her know she was safe now.
"I'm sorry bunny. You are just so kind no matter how many times you get used or hurt. Maybe you should leave everything behind and stay with Philza and I for a while??" I asked pulling her back just enough to see her beautiful face.
She nods a bit with a gently smile on her lips, smiling back I gently nuzzled my tusks against her head. Her small body melted in my hold letting her full body weight lean on me. I pulled up my book on Withers and continued reading where I had left off knowing full well she wouldn't let me up.
The door opening made me jump a bit before Phil came in to my view making me relax. Philza looked at her in shock for a second before smiling and moving from finish the potions. I knew he wouldn't say anything about how gentle I was with her, he never did. Though the pleased look in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.
"She must've had a hard day to have walked all the way here just for your comfort." Philza mumbled loud enough for me to hear. Looking to him with curiosity only to see him pointing towards the window. Glancing back I saw a crow perched there watching us closely.
"Of course you send them to watch her." I sigh marking my page and laying my book back down. Chuckling Philza nodded feeding the crow a small piece of meat as a reward. Those little pest always told him everything.
Slipping in the snow hoping no one saw? Nope the crows saw and they are already telling Phil. Tripped on a root walking back in the dead of night? Yep they saw and he is already laughing about it. They never held on to information rather that is a good or a bad thing.
"I want her to stay." I said suddenly, my tone low but soft. Phil froze and looked at me with confusion, almost as though he was questioning if I was telling the truth. I had never talked about her staying with us or even staying longer than a week. But the stress and weight that gets put on her isn't fair.
My kind bunny was always doing something to help others before she even thought about taking care of herself. I can't even protect her when she isn't here. The voices were more at ease with her, she made me feel more at peace. We needed her here with us, both Philza and I.
Deep down I wanted to know that she was safe and not overworking herself. I wanted to be able to make sure she was warm and happy. If she wants to help around the cabin than I am more than glad to show her a few things. But I want to see my happy bunny back, with her bright smiles and her cute laughter.
.:.:.Reader's POV.:.:.
I began to stir from my nap to hear Philza and Techno talking about me staying with them. The gently yet secure hold Techno had on me made me feel safe. The weight of his hand shifted as he lightly rubbed my hip before brushing over my tail then moving back to my hip. It went silent for a moment, lips gently brushing against my ear before pressing there.
"I will take Carl tonight and gather her things. I don't appreciate how she is being used there, let alone how stressed she is. That village takes advantage of her, besides I think it's time to soothe the calling for blood." Techno mumbled back to Phil. The vibrations from his voice carried to my body nearly making me shiver.
I gently shifted so my stomach was against his, giving me the perfect leverage to nuzzle my head under his. Techno gently kissed my forehead before nuzzling me back being sure his tusks didn't harm me. Phil gave a small chuckle murmuring about how I had his son wrapped around my finger.
After what felt like forever Techno slowly moved us to sit up and lifted me easily. I hadn't opened my eyes nor had I given him any indication that I was awake. I began to feel my body being lowered into a bed making me whine softly. I tightened my hold on him refusing to let him put me down.
"Princess come on, I need to gather your stuff from your home. I promise to return to you tonight." Technoblade's voice was soft and light. He only used that tone with me in private, he would speak normally when we were around others.
I gave a pout but let him go resting my weight on my knees. He shifted his footing to stand at his full height with a kind smile. I wanted to tell him to forget my stuff and to hold me again but I knew better. I was safe here. Tech wouldn't let any harm come to me even if he wasn't here.
Techno had left leaving me alone in his room. Yawning I stood from his bed making my way to his closet where his white shirts hung. Stripping off my shirt and leggings, I pulled one of his shirts out and slid it on. I was smiling like a fool at the sight of his shirt swallowing me.
I moved to crawl back into his bed knowing he would be gone for while. The voices always seemed to call for blood though I was glad I could soothe the urge and calm the voices. I hated when they became to active and gave him headaches which happened more often than not. Laying down I pulled his blankets up to my shoulders letting my eyes drift shut.
I stirred awake as the bed dipped behind me with weight. Rolling I turned to see Techno wearing only his sleep pants and his hair lightly braided. He offered me a small smile before pulling me so my chest rested against his own. His arms looping around my waist again, his hand rubbing my hips and lower back.
"I see you stole my shirt." The smile could be heard in his voice as he teased me. Smiling softly I nodded before pressing my head under his own. He chuckled and held me a touch tighter letting his body heat wash over me.
"I love you." I whispered against his neck. Butterflies from my anxiety swarmed in my guts, my hands fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt.
"I love you as well Princess." Technoblade spoke lightly, gently leaning back. His left hand came up to gently tilt my head towards his own. I could see the smile his lips held and the love in his eyes. He gently leaned down letting our lips connect softly before he moved to deepen the kiss a bit.
I brought my hand up to rest against the side of his neck when he pulled back. I smiled brightly before pecking his lips again and hiding my face in his neck. The rumble of his chuckle made me feel a thousand times better, like I made the right move.
"I've actually liked you since we were kids though bunny. You accepted me for who I was even with the voices. You were there for me on the bad days and the good days. It was always you for me." Techno said gently kissing my ear. Only a fool would miss how much love his voice held. Smiling I gently rubbed my hand from his neck to his shoulder.
"I could say the same for you as well. You made me feel safe and like I didn't have to worry about anything. Even if you got a little rough with me I knew you weren't looking to hurt me." I whispered moving our bodies so he was laying on his back and I was resting on top of him.
He gave me a smile letting me shift so my legs were on the either side of his body. Laying my head on his right shoulder, looping my arms around his neck, and laying my body against his. He gently brought a hand up to run through my hair and the others gently rubbing my back. I could feel sleep pulling at my mind once again. I knew Tech wasn't far behind me by the way his hands would still before moving again. Smiling I let myself get pulled in to the realm of sleep knowing that in the morning I would wake up to Techno.
How did God!Techno know who we were? Did he have a claim on our soul or something that he followed? Scent of it? For the Drabble thing let’s get some of this going! Help you get your writing gear back!
God!Techno x reader
Warnings: 18+
God!Techno knew who you were because Gods can recognise other Gods or in your case Goddess. Techno was chasing the men your parents had sent to earth to find you, out of his empire. That’s when he found you.
He instantly knew what you were but he was rather confused as to why you were living on earth and pretending to be a shy peasant lady living alone in a small cottage in the forest.
The jig was up and after Techno had confronted you about being a Goddess, you confided in him, telling him that your parents had arranged a marriage you didn’t want. He saw the solemn look in your eyes and made it his duty to never see in again.
Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, humanTechno being a grump, grumpy guy-sunshineish girl. George complaining (no hate). Touch starvedness. I didn’t mean for there to be a size kink but there is one.
You’re confused, nothing new there, your head swirling from your long week and silly meetings at work. Nothing was more tedious than listening to George drone on about utter nonsense, mindnumbingly stupid complaints that were pointless to point out.
But even after getting up at four am every morning to work late into the night you still agreed to hang out with the gang at their shared house, at first you thought it was idiotic so did Techno maybe that’s why you two and a few of your other friends didn’t join in on the whole living together fiasco.
As much as you loved your friends thirty plus people in one house, no matter how big, was a recipe for disaster. Apparently not. Two years later and they had all managed to make it work setting up chore schedules, and bathroom schedules that seemed to make the house run perfectly.
Still you couldn’t be more glad to end the night in your own apartment snuggled up in your large bed, which is why you’re confused as to why you agreed to hang out tonight knowing full well that Wilbur wanted to have a piss up.
Pretty much everyone had a drink in their hands expect for you. You instead, after having half of the sangria Quackity had made for you, had claimed the little area in the back corner of the big living room. Head tipped back again the sofa, eyes closed and pressing into something warm.
Techno had arrived half an hour after you did, his week had started off great, but by the end of it he couldn’t help but feel a little agitated. He hadn’t seen you the whole week and as much as he’d never admit it out loud, and definitely not to you, he’d missed you.
You were the only person he could truly relax around and he needed that. Has done since he met you. Ten years ago it was, you had been stood up, sitting at a bar quietly crying to yourself when he bumped into you pouring his whiskey on the rocks all down your back, soaking your dress and pulling a squeal from you. A squeal he still teases you for. But he spent the rest of the night doing everything he could think of to make you smile and laugh to make up for it. It worked and you’ve been friends ever since.
Techno weaved his way through the huge hallway into the large kitchen to grab a beer from the double door fridge offering small nods to those who greeted him on his way to the massive living room area. His curious eyes scanning the space until they landed on you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly at the sight before him.
With a shake of his head he sat down next to you perhaps a little too close but when you sighed so softly pressing yourself into his warmth he relaxed against the leather sofa. “Long week?” He asked watching with a knowing gaze as you nodded. Knowing because this would be one of the nights he’d have to get a very sleepy you into his car and all the way up to your apartment and into your bed.
Techno dragged his gaze away from you to watch Wilbur try and teach Tommy and Tubbo how to play poker. At that point Phil and his wife arrived, Phil immediately coming over to Techno giving him a bro hug and saying hi to you which revived a thumbs up and a lazy smile. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes they were just so damn heavy you couldn’t do it, Phil smiled anyway glancing at Techno when he huffed at you.
“Take her home dude.” Phil patted Techno’s shoulder making the latter nod passing his unopened beer to Phil before picking you up. It was meant to be bridal style but you clung to him subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. He adapted a big arm around your waist and another under your tush, glaring at those who made whooping noises or whistled too loud making you whine softly onto his neck.
“Alright bun we’re going, we’re going.” He soothed, the words feeling a little foreign on his monotonous tongue.
“Tec!” Tommy was quick to stop his beefy uncle hooking your little handbag onto his shoulder, the sight was enough to make Tommy snicker to himself as he walked away. With a roll of his eyes Techno left the large house rather happy he had managed to skip the get together.
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You thanked Techno ten times over in the morning when you woke in your own bed, you knew exactly who got you there. You felt ridiculously bad resulting in you spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon baking him sweet treats while you waited for his reply text to see if he was coming over or wether you’d need to drop them at his.
Music played through out the kitchen, your cherry covered apron wrapped around your oversized T-shirt clad body as you iced the cupcakes to look like little Minecraft piggys giggling as you did so.
“Well isn’t this a sight.” You jumped back at the sound of Technos voice, looking up to see him grinning at you.
“What the fuck Tec!” You huffed dropping the icing bag to place your hands on your hips, he simply held up the spare key you’d given him before slipping it back into his pocket. “Dick.” You scoffed instantly regretting it when Techno gasped loudly, overexaggeratingly.
“Excuse you missy! I carry you home-“
“You drove.”
“Risk my life getting you up those stairs-“
“You always take the elevator.”
“Almost die trippin’ over the pile of dirty laundry-“
“It was one sock.”
“And this is the thanks I get?! Unbelievable.” He huffs crossing his muscular arms over his rather burly chest. You suppose you’ve never stopped to think about how big your best friend is, how good looking-
“Those better be for me.” He grumbles coming further into the kitchen freezing when he rounds the island you’re icing the cupcakes on to see your exposed legs. Clearing his throat and shaking off whatever that was, it’s not like he’s not seen it before. Hell he’s seen you in a bikini, this is nothing but he swears that’s his shirt as he walks closer.
“Yes they are Mr.Grumpy.” You smile when he pinches your hip slightly, his hulking form compared to you standing behind you, hovering over you as you work to get the pig just right. What you don’t expect, it really does take you by surprise and a warmth spreads in your stomach when he gently undoes the apron sitting on your hips only to redo it tighter.
It’s a simple act of helping but it has your cheeks warming like this man hasn’t done it before, like it’s new but it isn’t. “Thanks.” You internally praise yourself for not stuttering. Techno doesn’t even notice the slight tremor in your voice too focused of the that fact that you smell so good. Like vanilla.
Well maybe great minds think alike because his musky scent is now all your mind can focus on, it swirls around you stinking up the area around you, bursting your precious bubble replacing is with his cologne. Cinnamon and hint of tangerines? An odd combination but it smells so fucking nice on him, you just wanna bury your face in it.
“You missed the eyes.” He chuckled, eyes scanning over your face while you blink out of your little trance.
“Oh right.” You laugh stiffly, nervously. It makes Techno frown, he’s never heard you nervous around him. Others, yes. Him, never. That’s how it should be, yet you are. It makes him lean forward placing both palms on the worktop, essentially caging you in.
“What’s the matter bun?” He asks gruffly and as if by instinct your thighs press together, a small wiggle of your hips to create some unknowingly needed friction. His voice and that nickname, both of them usually so sweet and calming suddenly have a strange effect. Maybe it’s just you simply being touched starved? The loneliness catching up with you?
“Nothing.” It’s a blunt reply but it’s all you’ve got, you don’t dare turn around. How can you? Then you’d have to stare at his gorgeous face, you already feel his careful gaze burning holes into your head.
“Now I know that’s not true.” His breathy laugh skims over your skin making you shiver, he notices his hands sliding to your hips to turn you around, thumb and index finger keeping your chin locked so you have nowhere else to look but him. “Tell me bun, what’s troubling you? The long week?”
His voice, his eyes, his whole demeanour is too sincere it has a whimper slipping from you. The noise enough to make you both freeze, Techno’s eyes darkening.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You admit honestly, fists tightening in frustration. You hadn’t felt like this in a while always too busy with work to sit and wallow in your feelings, maybe that was a good thing because right now with Techno so close; someone you trusted and knew cared for you; your body was taking control, letting you natural instincts take over.
You needed him, and Techno understood. He understood the look in your eye from what he’d seen in his own. Moving a few inches forward he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair soothingly. Before you could even think about freezing up, “Relax bun, I got you.” He encouraged making you melt slipping your own arms around his muscular form.
“What do you need from me?” He asks after a few minutes feeling you grow restless in his hold. He knew you needed more but what he says next takes you back slight, “Do you need an old school finger fuck and make out session on the couch?” He asks jokingly though there is an air of seriousness to it. Especially with what he says next, his beautiful eyes sparkling with want, “Or do you need to sit on my face and let me lick you until your cum runs down my jaw?”
He squints when you whimper gripping his arm tighter, his head tilting slightly as he looks you over “Or maybe you just need a good fuck?” It takes you a second to comprehend but his hand’s already sliding up your leg, his rough palm against your soft skin.
“Mmmhmm, yeah, I think that’s it. Here, lift my t-shirt up a little so you can slide these panties off.” You blush at his words but do as he says, watching in almost shock when he drops to his knees large hands sliding up your things guiding you to open your legs slightly.
“Oh god your thighs are so soft bunny.” He murmurs against your skin, his nose dragging over the part where your thigh and your stomach meet. “And this pretty pussy, I can’t believe you’ve kept this hidden Bunny. So selfish.” He chided playfully.
The grin broad as daylight disappeared between you thighs, your head falling back, hands seeking purchase on the kitchen countertops. He placed a pressured kiss right on your clit listening to the hitch of your breath. Techno swears he’s never heard a sound so pretty than the moan he pulled from you when he wrapped his lips around little nub.
He wants to work night and day to make sure you never stop making that noise. Techno watched your wetness trickling down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste. It’s as if his first taste transformed him from the composed grump of a man you knew to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him, your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.
He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had one of your hands grasping onto Techno’s hair, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.
“That’s it Bunny make yourself cum, use my to tongue.” He hums into your weeping entrance, but you’re so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you don’t hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it you’re cumming, drenching the lower half of his chin though he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, slurping down all you give him, trying to pull more from you.
Though with a push of your hand against his head and whine of sensitivity he conceded rising from his knees instantly pulling you close into his hold, lips pressing against your own.
With one roll of his hips he’s inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No, he’s already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.
Techno is swift and slick with how he manages to pick you up, placing you on the worktop and deliver a hard thrust quickly after leaving you short of breath.
His large hand slides up over your throat applying slight pressure to push you down against the counter. Then up to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.
Your moans down right pornographic, when he hit that spongy rough patch inside you. Striking it over and over again, Techno had never looked more happy than when he watched your head fall back, eyes rolling with it.
“Fuck, yes bun clench around me like that, take all that I’m giving you like a good girl.” They way he grunted the words into your ear before sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth had you whining around his fingers. White hot pleasure engulfing your messy form, nothing had ever felt better than this moment.
Your body felt like it was burning with each thrust of his hard cock, all you could do was lie there on the kitchen counter and dribble around his fingers while he fucked your pussy ruthlessly. If this was his version of a good fuck, you’d happily have it everyday.
The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and tightened, until you shattered on his cock, cumming harshly as the waves of pleasure rolled over you so intensely, your walls clenching around him tightly. He snapped his hips into you quicker chasing his own high, wanting to fill you up desperately.
“Please Tec, cum inside me!” That did it for him, absolutely finished him. He groaned thrusting into you so deep as he finished inside you just like you begged him to.
“Fuck bun, you did so good for me. Just relax, breathe, I’ve got you.” He soothed blinking away the last remaining blur of his orgasm, focusing on you and the aftercare you not only needed but deserved.
Cupcakes forgotten about Techno picked you up and carried you to your room laying you on your bed then helping you remove his shirt.
“So fucking pretty bun.” He shook his head staring down at your body, you were ready to disagree absolutely sure you looked like the mess he’d certainly fucked you into but the way his eyes darkened as they raked over your body had your mouth closing.
“Now, before I start running you a bath. I need another taste.” He groaned kneeling in front of the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to his face.
“But Tec you already-“
“No but’s bun, you’ve been keeping this fucking delicacy from me for far too long. I’ve got a lot of pussy worshiping to make up for and I’m sure she would agree.”
“You’re a Piglin.” You say with such venom that the golden man in front of you flinches, pulling back a little. He sighs placing the wine down in front of you next to the berries and meat, he eyes your body his rubies lingering on your chest, they sparkle when your nipples harden.
Out of instinct you cross your arms over your chest putting his fun to an end, he huffs but it’s more like a chuckle. He picks up a berry from your pile of food and offers it to you again, the stains on his hand becoming bigger.
“Come on fiðrildi, you must be a little hungry.” You shake your head pushing his hand away the berry falling on the floor with the movement. “svo þrjóskur.” The beast tilts his head at you a disapproving grunt emanating from his throat.
“Why am I here?” You demand trying your hardest to ignore the rumble of your tummy that makes the piglin’s face light up. The drums and music getting louder the more frustrated you became.
“You know what I am fiðrildi, you must know what it is you are doing here.” His smirk was wiped away by your scowl, he’d never seen anything so serious and unhappy in his life. He hated the sight of it. The fire in your eyes had only just relit itself again he couldn’t let you, yourself snuff it out.
“You are my bride.” He stated leaving no room for argument not that you could even talk, your shock too much to handle. Your eyes widened with a strong dizzy spell washing over you, no no no! You remember this in the song, the next verse something about a bride but you can’t think of the words. The crowned man stood and began to walk away, this infuriated you, how dare he say such a thing then just walk away!
“Oi! Come back here this instant!” You stormed after him while he looked like he was taking a leisurely stroll. “I am not your bride! I am engaged to another man!” You screeched not expecting him to whip around, the sound of fairy music and cheerfulness no longer surrounding you, no longer making you feel some what safe.
He laughs loudly, it's musical and haunting all at the same time, it pisses you off and lifts your spirits at the same time, “You are my bride to be fiðrildi, make no mistake about that.” He turns once again and is off, you glance behind you but the campfire, piglins and music are nowhere to be found. It slightly shocks you but with everything that’s happening you have to just push on.
A small voice in the back of your mind is whispering that you’ll wake up soon and it’ll all be over but your gut is telling you to ignore it. This isn’t a dream.
With an irritated groan you begin following the Piglin beast, either that or be lost in the woods. The more you stare at him, study him you notice there’s an exotic naturalness to him. You are trying really really hard not to be attracted to him but your body seems to have a mind of its own, tingling when he speaks, butterflies when he looks at you.
You follow him to a large white tent, inside a big pile of pillows and blankets, “That’s your nest.” His whisper makes you jump, the breath on your skin hot and sinful, his chest pressed against your back and soon after his big arms circle your waist, a chin resting on your shoulder. His body felt so warm against yours, so good.
You should feel uncomfortable but unfortunately you don’t, you try to focus on the rest of the tent. The big chimney in the top middle, underneath it sat a little fire sat on a golden stump. To the left was a huge pile of gold, treasure and jewls. To the right was a bunch of different weaved baskets filled to the brim with food, drink, blankets, clothes and more.
At the back was the…nest?
“What’s a nest?” You mumble staring at the inviting pile of comforts.
“It’s where Piglin sleep and mate.” You almost choked on air at the latter, the word stood out to you pulling another memory of your Grandmother’s teachings to your mind. Mating is the most dangerous, once done you can never leave.
“But I’m not a Piglin so how is it mine?” You ask your mind fuzzy from the memory, the sound of her voice. She’s warning you and you’re not listening.
“Because you are mine.” A snarl had his lip curling, it sets your core on fire. Your lower abdomen cramping with desire, the rumbly deep hum says he knows.
You pulled away from his body stepping closer to the fire, it warmed you in the most innocent way it could, “I’m tired.” You muttered, you had only just realised how exhausted you felt, from falling asleep in your bed to waking up in the woods and meeting the Piglin man.
Your legs were shaking slightly, you needed to be asleep as soon as possible and funnily enough the man behind you agreed, “Come on then fiðrildi, into your nest.” The Piglin beast guided you onto the pile of blankets pulling one of the softest materials you’ve ever felt over your body. It was strange being spoken to like this, almost like a lover.
You watched through blurry eyes as the man stood and began to snuff out all the lights except for the dying fire in the middle of the room leaving a cozy ambience, he then pulled off all his jewellery and his crown.
“I don’t even know your name.” You slurred slightly your eyes fluttering close, the feel of the soft pillows lulling you to sleep. He got into the nest behind you, slipping under the large heavyweight blanket his hands finding your figure. He pulled you to him, inhaling your scent possessively before he spoke,
Techno saw it, the cute little vein above your eyebrow twitching, he watched it behind his coffee mug. His eyes switching between it and the court case on the kitchen worktop. It felt like his tie was tightening around his neck the more he looked at both of them, they were making him stressed.
Just like he could sense you were as you shovelled more cereal into your mouth, your pupils glued to the newspaper. This new court case Techno was on was horrific, was difficult to say the least regardless of wether he was the best lawyer to ever exist.
“Flower.” It was low and almost just a rumble, but you heard it. His coffee was now growing cold sat on the counter as he sauntered over to you pulling the paper out of your hand gently and placing it on the side. Just how he manhandled you into his lap, gentle. He was always so gentle, such a contrast to how your man fucked.
You blinked up at him as he wiped some of the spilt milk from your chin, “How about we go on a little vacation, hmm?” That sounded like heaven, you hadn’t been on a vacation since Christmas and that was so long ago.
“Please.” You let your tired body rest against your man, his large possessive hands holding your body close to his. Possessive is the only correct way you can describe what he was. From the moment he saw you he knew you were his, maybe it was wrong but he felt that it was his right to have you. That you belonged to him.
-
The island was so beautiful, heavenly. Mountains covered in prussian green, the sky a gorgeous azure. Everything was perfect and with one look at your man dressed in an expensive polo shirt and shorts with a gorgeous smile splayed across his gorgeous face it was more than perfect.
“Come on flower,” Techno gestured for you to come to him, you give the boat you arrived on that was sailing away once last glance before running up the sandy beach to the porch of the beautiful holiday home right into your husband’s arms.
“I forgot how beautiful it was here.” You chirp, a giggle coming out when Techno lifts you up carrying you through the big glass door just like he did on your wedding night.
“Got nothin’ on you flower.” He winks placing a big smooch on your cheek, just from the giddy mood he’s been in since getting off that boat you knew this little vacation would be filled with giggles, smiles and love. And fuck you couldn’t wait.
The place was just how you remember it, so spacious all the walls lined with spotless glass windows. The rooms decorated with the latest modern furniture, the kitchen fully stocked with food and drink. It looked like you’d never left.
Techno put you down to go grab the luggage and small grin slid onto your lips as you slipped off your sandals and swiftly stripped your dress from your body. Taking once last glance at his biceps rippling his large hands picking up all the bags in both paws, you quickly tiptoed to the other end of the holiday home and into the usual bedroom.
Your teeth raked over your bottom lip as you look at the marks on the bed posts and frame from your wild love making. Many many occasions that all blur into one but your honeymoon is the one you’ll never be able to rip from your mind.
Techno insisted on waiting until marriage, the old fashioned man he was. It was like the ultimate teasing, only being able to look but never touch.
The room had a set of clear pine bifold doors, you remember when Techno had changed them after a storm had wrecked the last set, you especially remember his friend a hunky lumberjack you can’t quite remember the name of.
They were open letting you gaze upon the view of the waves hitting the sand, the noises, sight, smells. God you’d missed it all. Missed being away from everything and everyone except your husband and nature. This up coming trial had you feeling sick, Techno knew but it was for a friend and he never says no to his friends. He doesn’t let people down, it was one of the things you loved most about him, his loyalty.
However watching the calming waves of the open ocean in front of you had you in a state of tranquility. The gentle cool breeze flying through the open doors and landing on your skin, no goosebumps, it’s a little too warm for that. Something about you standing there in absolutely nothing but a small piece of cotton makes you feel powerful.
“Flower.” The nickname, no, the way it’s said has you pausing any more thoughts about the past. It floats through the hallway, sounding quite far away and yet the deep gravelly tone still manages to make your cunt flutter.
You contemplate for a moment shouting out that you’re in here but you’re suddenly tongue tied peaking over your shoulder and glancing at the four poster bed with thin white sheets. It makes your heart thump wildly in your chest, you know what you want.
-
Techno had brought all the luggage inside the house, feet coming to a stop when his eyes land on your discarded sandals and dress. Slowly, he glances around the room his disappointment flaring when he finds no sign of you, he squats dropping the bags on his way down. His silver wedding ring glinting as he reaches for your soft summer dress, it’s still warm, he brings it up to his face inhaling your beautiful scent with a groan.
Your cute little nickname rolls off his tongue as he stands, his ears twitching as they strain to hear an answer amongst the silence, “So you wanna play huh?” He chuckles flashing his pearly whites in the shape of a smirk, it’s dark and if you’d seen it you’d wonder where your husband had gone.
You don’t hide, you don’t run, you simply stay put staring at the sun that was starting to set. He’ll find you, he always does. And two seconds later you hear the floor boards creek underneath his weight, god he was so big, his presence had a shiver running down your spine, goosebumps rising on your skin.
Another cool breeze moves a couple of the trees that sit to the right of the island and he’s behind you. His muscular chest pressed firmly against your back, his warm hands finding themselves at your hips. Your eyes flutter shut when his lips meet the shell of your ear, it’s erotic and you haven’t even started yet.
Those pretty rubies flicker to your sun-kissed body practically glowing in the light of the sunset, he can’t wait to see you round with his child he thinks. It’s a small part of himself he tires his hardest to keep at bay, it’s possessive a little more than you’d like him to be. And he knows that, knows he has to keep it locked away in order to keep you by his side.
Techno’s hands slide up your body cupping your breasts, his thumbs tweaking and rubbing your nipples. You whimper loving the feeling of his hands on you, it’s euphoric even without a climax. Just to be touched, showered with pure want and love. You only have to blink before you’re on that four poster bed splayed out for the hungry lawyer in front of you.
Soon enough he’s ridding himself of his clothes, letting you admire his striking body. His arm muscles rippling as he grips the top of the bed frame leaning forward towering over you.
“You just gonna stand there gawking?” You ask, it’s more seductive than you mean for it to be but it sure does the trick. Your man sliding down to his knees before he pulls you to the end of the bed.
“Let me see her.” He grunts his tanned thick long index finger taps on your clothed clit, your hips jerking when he did, still sensitive from the plane ride over.
You had said no this morning as you rushed around packing your things after he’d sprung this vacation on you, him lying on the bed with only a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist wasn’t helping you to stay focused let alone his constant complaints that you weren’t letting him have a taste of his pussy.
Yet once you were on the plane you had no excuse, you simply had to let him have his way with you. The shyness of knowing that the captain and co pilot could hear had long been thrown out of your mind, you think it was somewhere around your trip to Monaco when he fucked you senseless on your hotel room balcony. Good times.
His head lulls to the side, his cheek smushing against the inside of your thigh “she’s always so pretty.” He sighs, the tip of his finger spelling out his name on your cotton clad bundle of nerves. His piercing eyes meet yours and your breath gets caught in your throat, the lust swirling in his dark eyes is so enticing. Plus the way he’s on his knees for you, you’ll never get tired of seeing it.
“Please.” A word you don’t hear often falls from his lips and your resolve starts to break. All you have to do is nod your head and he’s tugging on your panties until they break, they do easily. A silent ‘fuck yes’ paints itself on his face, his brow furrowed in pure amazement at the sight of your glistening pussy.
All his.
Your clit pulses erratically anticipating his next move. It’s quick and it makes you jump but then you’re whining into the air, because how can you not when he’s sucking you into his mouth like a starved man. Your body burns with pleasure but it’s oh so delicious his tongue working wonders on your cunt.
“Please Tec-“ he pulls off you with a soft pop stopping your begging, he knows what you want. Knows you want to be completely and utterly fucked out, knows you want to be wrapped around his cock.
“No flower. You can wait, I’m gonna enjoy my pussy and you’re gonna lay there and take it.” He scowls, placing sloppy kisses up your thigh. “If I have to tie you to this bed, I fucking will.” His lips smack together as his eyes leave yours once more, the pad of his thumb sliding through your folds.
“Your pussy is already dripping flower, I’m gonna make you gush.” He grunts leaning forward pressing his nose against you with a sharp inhale.
He can’t ever get enough of you.
Techno looks up his crimson eyes finding yours at the exact moment his mouth latches onto you once more. It feels so good it hurts, the heat from his mouth has you twisting and squirming. His right hand moves up reaching until they touch your lips, a quick tap against them and you open just enough for him to slip his fingers inside. A muffled ‘suck’ has you closing your lips around them, getting them nice and wet.
He groans against your wet heat memories of you sucking his cock the way you’re sucking his fingers floating through his mind. You sob, your body starting to shake when he pushes two ring adorned fingers inside you, the cold metal making you gasp. They rub along your velvety walls bringing a new wave of pleasure, the feeling builds become more intense with every thrust.
His tongue laps at your clit while he searches and searches until you squeal “There it is”, he finds exactly what he was looking for striking the spot over and over again watching your back arch off the bed. A fuck yeah slipping out when you gush all over his hand just like he said you would.
You excepted him to move away, to release your pussy from his torturous mouth but he doesn’t. The bastard stays put the tip of his tongue flicking against you, the sensitivity pulling whines and whimpers from you.
You think it was six, no seven definitely seven orgasms heck you lost count after the third. Your body tired but fuck do you need his cock more then anything. You lay on your side gripping the sheets so tightly as Techno slides in behind you, his arms pulling you taut against him and you mewl.
“I know flower I know you just have to let me in is all, nothing more.” He strokes your hair moving it out the way so he can press his cheek to yours, it’s so intimate and sweet. And yet when he lifts up your left leg, bending it at the knee so he can slip his ridged veiny shaft inside your tight cunt. You feel the sweet sweet burn of the orgasmic stretch that always comes with your husband’s big cock.
You just about manage to make out the time on the clock before your vision blurs and tears streak down your cheeks meeting the dried ones that had already fallen earlier with your over sensitivity. He feels so fucking good, with each thrust you’re pushed closer to the edge.
Your moans and his mixing together in the late evening air, his pace building dramatically, becoming more and more intense the longer he fucks you. It’s brutish, rough and bare. Yet loving and gentle. You love the contrast your man easily creates every time he’s inside you.
“Yes right there don’t stop!” You don’t care how loud you’re being there’s no one else on the island, not that you would be bothering if there was. Especially not when his swollen tip glides over the spot inside you, your body goes still and you can’t do anything except let it happen.
And you do, you let the tsunami of pleasure crash into you almost painfully, it pumps through your viens absolutely demolish what’s left of your energy. You’re barely awake when warmth blooms inside you a deep groan rumbling against your cheek.
“Let’s stay like this tonight.” He whispers softly pulling the sheets over your body, shielding you from the cold breeze that was drifting into your beautiful moment.
A kiss to the top of your head and you’re out like a light unaware of the large hand rubbing at your tummy, the sky completely dark now, unaware of the thoughts bubbling in Techno’s head as he watches the waves crash against the sand.
Ok ok so you’ve got a lot of technos and they’re all just *mwuah*…but hear me out…military/special ops techno…like he finds you while he’s out on a mission and just decides to keep you! He’s like yeah you’re mine now…(low key it’s kidnapping but you’re not complaining)
Omg when I saw this ask, I was like now is his time!
It was thick and he felt disgusting, the smell of metal swirling with a hint of burnt flesh. Sweat dripped down his forehead letting him see how it changed colour once it mixed with the blood that covered him. The gun in his hand felt heavier, maybe it was the dehydration or maybe it was the blood on his hands.
His black boots were covered in sand, his shirt ripped and wrapped round his head to keep him a somewhat safe from the sun beating down on him. His kevlar was starting to stick to him with the amount of sweat that glazed his body.
He felt the incessant need to just stop, to drop everything and let the sand dunes swallow him whole instead of continuing to walk through the dessert.
Around thirty miles away you were facing an entirely different issue. Blood that was yours poured out from the bullet hole just above your hip.
“Son of a bitch.” You groaned looking down at the wound, your hand pressing against it firmly as you limped further into the dirt huts of an abandoned village. Your free hand scrambled to find something to help your wound. Anything.
Unfortunately you came up empty.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” The curses kept coming the more the blood kept flowing. Your vision was beginning to blur, you knew you didn’t have long. Your head fell back against the solid dirt wall that’s when you tasted it. You began to taste blood. It was metallic and salty, it made you choke.
The dehydration and blood loss was really starting to set in now, a man had appeared in front of you. His clothes looked ripped and bloodied but you could still work out that it was a military uniform. His face was too blurry to see, you couldn’t make it out. It was like your eyes were going in and out of focus similar to a camera.
“Awesome,” you breathed coughing a little, “I’m hallucinating now. Cool.” You laughed but it turned into a cough which turned into a cry.
Soon hands were on your face, cupping it gently. “Une fleur fanée parmi une mer de fleurs.” The man said with pure disbelief in voice, nothing could mask the incredulity. “Que fais-tu ici?” He was breathless. Anguish in his squinting eyes, that studied your figure so attentively.
Your red hands came up to grab onto his wrists with all the strength you had left, you squeezed; hard. As hard as you could, your breathing becoming heavier. You groaned with each breath, trying to communicate to the blurry man.
“Quoi?” He asked raising his eyebrows, the two hairy lines becoming clearer before they got blurrier. “Pas de Français?” He inquired gently leaning forward slightly. God it felt like your whole body was burning, his knee pressing on the bullet hole was horrible. The pain spread from the area to the rest of your body.
The man jumped back just as you screeched in agony, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t see-“ his breath gets caught in his throat at the words, at the thought of you dying, “the blood.”
They were the last words you heard.
He got over his panic just in time to begin his search through the dirt village, he managed to find a small set of tongs, a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a bandage. His legs carried him back to where you were on the floor, your heart beat almost nonexistent.
He managed to get the bullet out, sanitise and bandage the wound. He knew that he would have to get it cauterised as soon as possible, but right now his priority was getting the both of you to safety. He would find out what had happened to you after that, he’d keep you by his side from now on so no one could ever hurt you again.
-
You watched him contently as he hummed a little tune, pulling the freshly baked plum tarts out of the oven. His hair tied up in a small bun, along with his apron he usually wears a cold expression unless you are around.
Right now with you sat on the big reading chair, his AC/DC shirt wrapped around your body. He can feel your eyes on him and he couldn’t be more at peace as he swirls the marshmallow around the purply blue tart.
“une belle fleur dans une mer de fleurs fanées.” His smile reaches his eyes and he looks so happy it makes you smile too.
You can’t tear your eyes away as he wiggles his butt to the song blaring on the radio, it’s one of his favourites so upbeat and happy that it instantly sets the mood upwards the moment it comes on.
You don’t remember the last time you weren’t happy, sometimes you get fragments of the memories in that desert. But you don’t remember it, almost like it’s been stripped away from your memory and replaced with him. Your baker.
“Tec?” He hums in acknowledgment to his name being called, “what are we having for dinner?” He nods toward the oven, you didn’t even notice the home made pizza cooking away nicely. He had popped it in there earlier while you were munching away on a piece of honeycomb he had given you, his eyes roaming your face as you nibbled the sweetness. The way your eyes drooped and head lulled back against the seat.
He sighs pushing his thoughts away, its what’s best he knows that. You nod going back to your book with a smile, he loves it. Loves that you smile all the time, loves that it’s because of him. He never wants to see you the way you were when he first found you. The blood pouring out of the wound, had now turned into a scar that he kissed every time he made his way in between your legs.
Techno doesn’t want to think about his time in the military, the nightmares of the things he did still haunt him. Yet one look at you and it all goes away. He couldn’t let you go after he first saw you, all the voices in his head vanished the moment he looked into your eyes. He had to have you.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Techno calling us bunny, Techno being beefy.
Your legs kicked back and forth behind you as you lay on your stomach, a book in your hands. You didn’t even hear him come in, for someone as beefy as him it surprised you how stealthy he can be.
“Just stay right there.” He groans when you go to move, your eyes pinged to your shirtless lumberjack water droplets dripping down his chest disappearing into the hair there.
You raised an eyebrow at his request, “I can’t move?”
“No. That’s your place, you were meant to be in my bed.” He said with such passion you thought it was Shakespeare.
“But what if I wanna get a drink.” You suppressed your giggle as you stood from the massive puffy bed and made your way over to his dresser, sipping some water before turning around to be met with a large muscular naked man his towel long forgotten on the floor back where he was.
Your eyes stayed on his heaving chest before slowly gliding up to his beautifully rugged face, “What did I say Bunny?” He asked, his deep voice so offended that you denied him. He shook his head walking forward, you moved back with each step he took until you were caged in. You felt small and protected as your lumberjack towered over you, his veiny hands sliding against the wall behind you.
“But I was thirsty.” You pouted and Techno bites his lip to stop the growing smile threading his current demeanour.
“That’s no excuse.” He says but it sounds more like a plead, he doesn’t sound angry anymore and you know why when you follow his gaze to your nipples that have pebbled, currently visible through his shirt.
“It’s not?” You ask teasingly, your head tilting slightly just as you move your hands to his toned stomach, the abs you feel and see don’t surprise you. Your man spent everyday since he was a kid using the axe that hangs on the wall to chop down trees.
He was perfect, you loved Techno so much, it wasn’t forced or hard, loving Techno was as easy as breathing for you. And he felt the same way about his little bunny too.
Techno let his hand slip and curve around your jaw without thinking about it, “No, but I’ve got a way you can make it up to me.” The feral look in his eyes sent a shiver up your spine.
“Too big.” You sobbed, your small hands grabbing at his biceps as he thrusted harder, never quicker. He loved to drag it out, to feel every ridge and curve of your sopping cunt.
“You can take it bunny” He encouraged you, biting at your neck leaving marks in his wake and looking so damn happy whilst doing it.
You continued to moan and whimper, tears of pleasure falling down your face while Techno’s huge body hovered over you. Protecting you from the outside world, in here it was just you and him.
“Tec..oh” you cried out feeling him hit that rough spot inside your weeping, swollen cunt.
“There it is.” He didn’t mean to grin like a obsessed man in such an intimate moment but he couldn’t help himself. He never can with you. Your sinful noises morphed into higher pitched breathy little screams.
“I know bunny, I know.” He cooed, holding you closer. His sweat glazed skin meeting yours as his large veiny hand slipped under your head, his other arm curling around your waist. You depended solely on him at that moment. Your entire body engulfed by his.
He pulled away from your neck to look at you, he loved watching you cum. But right now as he split you open on his thick cock he couldn’t decide what he loved the sight of more, your face contorted with pleasure, a fucked out expression morphing there or your drenched pussy sucking him back in every time he pulls out.
“Techno,” Your pleas of need are screamed wantonly, he knows what you need but contemplates if he wants to give it to you. Usually so chivalrous but he doesn’t want to speed up. He wants to keep you right here in the slow climb for sweet sweet ecstasy. But when you say his name like that, he looses it.
The colour gone from his eyes as he pulls your legs over his bulky shoulders and pounds into you the way you’ve been asking him to. His speed increasing with every thrust you feel like you’re going to explode and with three more thrusts, you do.
Your back arches perfectly, it has Techno groaning at the sight while your walls spasm around him, he grunts trying with his strength to fuck into your tightening cunt. He just manages it while you gush and writhe, soon enough his hot cum is filling you so much you see it in your tummy just as you saw his cock.
“Let’s get you nice and clean bunny.” Your lumberjack groans as he pulls out watching his cum drip out of you, with a shake of his head. He acts quickly fixing the situation, grabbing one of his favourites; a see through plug that has a diamond like effect to it. He pushes it inside you, shushing your whimpers before placing a kiss to your swollen clit. A smirk flits across his face when your hips jerk.
“Always so eager for more.” He taunts getting down low, sucking your clit into his mouth. He’s going to continue to do so until he’s hard again, then he’ll take that pretty plug out of your pretty pussy and fuck you again. He promises that he will but you’re too busy with your hand in his hair to notice.
