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120-slut · 3 months
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dream smp porn links, original concept, dsmp, porn, lemon.
first post of twitter links! or well, 'x' links haha. like and reblog this, and let me know what you thinks! ^o^
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dream
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link [ bouncing on dreams cock ]
link [ dream takes care of you ]
link [ dream and george have their way with you ]
link [you and dream give george a show from the shower ]
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wilbur
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link wilbur takes you home after scouting you at the club]
link [ rough with wilbur ]
link [ making a mess of wilbur ]
link [ wilbur fucks you dumb ]
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foolish
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link [ how foolish eats you out after a fight]
link [ sucking foolish off while he's in a meeting ]
link [ foolish fucking you after a long day at work ]
link [ foolish fucks you good when hes mad ]
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karl
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link [ he makes you forget about your ex ]
link [ karl makes you do all the work ]
link [ karl couldn't make it to the house ]
link [ he makes you see stars ]
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squishycheekanon · 10 months
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Human!Techno x reader
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.
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.”
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tat3sbbg · 1 year
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mommy can u write a gentle techno smut ¿
i love ur rough ones but a cute praise kink gentle sex one is what im feeling rn :)) ~
Of course :) Sorry I'm so late! This may be short, I'm sorry for being gone so long! I've been having volleyball tournaments and practices lately.
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"Your doing so well darlin', taking me so good." Techno whispered in your ear. He gently rutted into you, holding one of your hands in the process. You moaned softly, the piglin hybrid's ears twitching in response. He whispered soft praises in your ear, as you tangled your fingers in his long, pink hair. As much as Techno loved being rough, he also wanted to make you feel pleasured and loved too. "S' pretty, all mine." He said, kissing your neck. You were so close, wanting to cum so bad. "Can I cum, Tech?" You asked. He smiled down at you. "Of course you can."
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popacorn · 2 years
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Hey guys
Due to technos death I’m not going to post any more Technoblade stories or smut.
I feel so bad for Technoblades family, As someone who has lost many people from cancer I feel for them.
You made me and many others smile and laugh, fly high you damn legend, I already miss you.
Fly high Technoblade
Fuck cancer
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deliwrites · 1 year
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𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
Welcome to my masterlist
I know it looks pretty empty right now, but I promise I'll be filling it up as time goes on! Maybe I'll even need more posts for that xD. You might have seen, or find some of these on Wattpad. If it comes from the account DeliWritesFanfiction that's okay. That's my account. I've pretty much stepped out of DSMP. I'll finish writing my series Comfort Slut, but I don't know how quick the updates will be. For now there are at least 3 parts to come for it. I'm not editing my Masterlist yet, but if I decided to write for another fandom I'll be changed my masterlist up a bit. I don't want it too get too over crowded
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Warning ques: I will add more if I need to!
😈 = Smut ✨ = Fluff 😇 = Safe for Minors 🥹 = Angst 🌶️ = Suggestive 😸 = Hybrid (of any kind) 🩸 = Blood mention 😬 = Indifferent behaviour 💦 = unprotected s*x 🤕 = bruising 🏞️ = public s*x 🎶 = Song based writing
Anyway, these are the people I've written about thus far. (all she/her pronounce unless stated otherwise).
// ANONLIST //
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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
Roadtrip Cafe (being rewritten) 🥹 + ✨ + 😇 Dating Headcanons ✨ + 🩸 + 😇 NSFW Headcanons 😈 + 🌶️ + ✨ Twitchcon Lovers ✨ + 😇 Crazier Things ✨ + 😇 + 🥹 + 🎶
// Series // Weird Circumstances // finished ╰┈➤ Facetime 😈 ╰┈➤ You're Here? 😬 ╰┈➤ I like you 😈 + ✨ + 💦 Comfort Slut (not settled on the title yet) ╰┈➤ Intro ✨ + 🌶️ + 🥹(ish) ╰┈➤ Part One 😈 + 🌶️ + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part Two 😈 + 🌶️ + 🏞️(ish) + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part Three ✨ + 🌶️ ╰┈➤ Part Four 😈+ ✨ + 🌶️ + 💦
𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩
Hickeys (probably going to be rewritten) ✨ + 🌶️ + 🥹(a little I think) Dating Headcanons ✨ + 😇 Thigh kink 😈 + 💦 + 🤕 + 🏞️
// Series // Comfort Slut (not settled on the title yet) ╰┈➤ Intro ✨ + 🌶️ + 🥹(ish) ╰┈➤ Part One 😈 + 🌶️ + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part Two 😈 + 🌶️ + 🏞️(ish) + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part three ✨ + 🌶️ ╰┈➤ Part Four 😈+ ✨ + 🌶️ + 💦
𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞
Kitty Kat (Definitely being rewritten) 😸 + ✨ + 🥹 + 🌶️ (tiny bit suggestive)
// Series // Comfort Slut (not settled on the title yet) ╰┈➤ Intro ✨ + 🌶️ + 🥹(ish) ╰┈➤ Part One 😈 + 🌶️ + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part Two 😈 + 🌶️ + 🏞️(ish) + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part three ✨ + 🌶️ ╰┈➤ Part Four 😈+ ✨ + 🌶️ + 💦
𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞
Queen Bee (LONG) ✨ + 😸 + 🥹
// Enjoy your stay //
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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years
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the red means i love you {c!Technoblade}
Summary: Yandere!Technoblade. Fake gods are worshiped with wine and flowers; real gods require blood.
Need to Know: They/Them. Yandere!Technoblade / Enabler!Reader. established relationship. DARKFIC & LIGHT SMUT PLEASE READ WARNINGS VERY CAREFULLY !!
A/N: 2755 words. hey holy shit read the warnings i mean it. this really isn't for everyone. but anyways i started this months ago lol and it makes me feel some type of way. probably OOC as all fuck. if you do end up reading this, 1. is it coherent? 2. is it any good? :/
Warnings: Romanticisation/Rationalisation of Yandere Behaviour; NON-GRAPHIC SMUT (no genitals specified), GRAPHIC KNIFE-PLAY BLOOD-PLAY AND PAIN-PLAY, SEMI-VIOLENT BODY WORSHIP?? OBJECTIFICATION. Violence. Scarification. Bondage. Mutual Obsession. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Citrus Scale: ❤️ GRAPEFRUIT ❤️
{ yandere!dsmp masterpost }
He gets antsy in isolation; the voices are hungry, and fresh bruises will never compare to cherry-red blood on the snow, on his hands, like wine the way you'd seen him savour it before the regret flashes across his face. Blood for the Blood God cheered like the fleeting high was worth the exhaustion the whole ordeal brought with it. You'd seen it time and again; violence simply for violence sake was tiring. It's been a long time since he'd felt like killing for anything or anyone that wasn't you, and since you're by his side in the tundra, there was little reason for him to jump to violence, or at least, violence you didn't relish in.
Because you basked in reminders of his power, finesse, how easily he could wreak devastation, and there was something thrilling about when he turned those skills upon you, knowing he loved you too much to break you beyond repair. But there was also something intoxicating when he almost would, when he'd spend days lavishing praise upon you as he cared for you, tended to the wounds he'd inflicted, nursed you back to health.
In the split second after he'd land a hit while sparring, and he's breathing heavy, eyes wild, and the pain hasn't hit you yet, you see the way his eyes light up. This time it had been a deep gash in your cheek, which had genuinely startled you, and he turns immediately, apologising, saying he lost himself in the moment.
"Don't worry about me," you tell him as he takes your face in his hands, the contact stinging as blood begins to seep from the wounds, "you wouldn't kill me," you assured him, and it's as if he needed to hear the words out loud to believe them, his gaze softening, your hands resting on his hips, "and if you did, we both know you would have your reasons."
"You're so..." but he can't even finish the compliment, syrupy affection in his eyes as he looks at you, still holds your face. He can't find the words in this moment, cant say what you know he's thinking, 'you bleed for me' but you can still hear it. His gaze is endearing as he looks at his own hand on your cheek, before holding it up in the sunlight, your blood shiny and slick on his fingers.
You take his hand in yours, love unspoken but well heard as you softly kiss his knuckles. Carefully, you bring his hand back to your cheek, the stinging wound and the warm, red proof that you were alive. When you pull him in for a kiss, he's holding your face tighter this time, the pressure searing beneath his touch as you kiss him; the tense set of his shoulders had eased, however, and to you, that's all that mattered.
The moment, he tells you later, soothed the voices, at least for the time being. You, stretched out next to him in bed, carefully applying bandaids and ice packs to your more recent training wounds, make a noise of interest.
"I don't like hurting you like that," he admits, voice low, sounding almost remorseful. Instinctively you turn your attention from your bandage application, to him, curling an arm over his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder.
"Like what?" Because he's not one for admitting remorse, especially not about something like this; you've got well cared for scars to the contrary.
"Like in a way we haven't discussed," it takes him a long moment to find the words, but you know its still not entirely the truth; as if your awareness of the altercation was crucial to his enjoyment of it. He got caught up like this a lot, when injuries were accidents. The problem was that it wasn't his intention, it wasn't premeditated; you never minded the lack of warning, he'd had your complete trust for as long as he'd had your heart. You knew what he was capable of, but that he loved you, that's why you trusted him. He, however, knew what he was capable of, and loved you, which is why accidents scared him half to death.
"But it felt good, didn't it? Better than usual," as you say that, he looks to you, sharp and calculating, gaze focused on the patching job he'd done on your cheek earlier, "do you want that? The blood?"
"I don't need it," he says softly, kissing your nose, "I like what we have, I like training with you, you don't-"
"But do you want it?" You ask, reaching up to touch his cheek, your fingertips feather light as you trace where the scar would be on him, and his eyes close for a moment. He leans into your touch.
"The things I crave," he begins, before amending with the faintest smile, "the things other than you, don't matter out here; I'm keeping us safe. The violence for the sake of blood, it's exhausting to keep searching for," he groaned faintly, before adding, "and dangerous," his gaze slides to you, and you know he's not concerned about himself. You, however, held his face for a long moment.
"And what of blood without violence?" You ask softly; he goes very still, breath caught alongside the thought, "Blood for the Blood God," When you lower your hand to his chest, his eyes open. Dark and thoughtful, there's hesitation there, confusion almost.
"You don't know what you're offering," his tone is like ice water, a shock to your system with how cold it is. There's no warning when he sits up, out of your embrace, leaving you cold and confused, "I'm trying to keep you safe." Accusatory, as if you're in the wrong, as if you should know better.
He leaves before you've even formulated a response, tense and seemingly furious and you have no idea how or why the situation changed so dramatically. It's always hard to try and sleep alone nowadays, but you don't have much of a choice.
Techno comes home still wreathed in the heat and horrible sufler smell of the Nether, sweet words on his lips as he curls into bed beside you. None of them are an actual apology, but he's got a talented hand between your thighs as he tells you he loves you, and it's enough to ease your fretting, half asleep mind for the time being.
It seems safer to leave that topic well enough alone for the time being, but it doesn't leave your mind. The thoughts that begin to haunt you encroach on every part of your life. Intrusive, idle chatter starts up when you're training and the sun glances off his blade and catches your gaze, and won't shut up as you're preparing dinner together, and the chatter roars with approval whenever you so much as get a paper cut. Perhaps this is what it's like to experience the voices that clamour for blood and violence in your love's head, though more and more you're sure it's your mind's way of encouraging you, because there are moments where Techno looks at you, eyes dark with a barely concealed desperation, and all thoughts in your mind go silent.
"Don't look at me like that if you're not going to do anything about it," you teased, catching him in one of those dark, thoughtful moments he was becoming increasingly prone to. Techno, however, is pointedly quiet, averting his gaze, light from the fire making him seem somehow even more dramatic, "you've been trapped in there a lot lately," settling yourself on the sofa beside him, you curl up by him, cheek against his shoulder.
Still, he remains quiet.
The crackle of the fire fills the otherwise silent room, though Techno shifts to wrap his arm around you, pulling you a little closer. You feel when he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
"Wish I could be trapped in here," he mumbles against you, drawing circles on your shoulder with his finger, "figure out how you live like you don't feel fear."
"I have you," you respond with absolute, blunt sincerity.
"What?" It sounds as if he genuinely didn't expect your response.
"I have you," it comes out a murmur, angling your face to his, nose to nose as your gaze locks with his, "why would I ever feel afraid." His pupils are blown so wide with want that you're half afraid you'll get lost in them. He must feel the erratic beating of your heart, must know the thrill you feel in this moment -
"You should fear what I want to do to you when you say things like that," his voice is low and you feel like you could melt at the implications, which was probably not his intention, but you didn't care.
"And yet you don't even do anything," you sighed languidly, eyelashes fluttering as you find your gaze dropping to his lips, "what a tease -" but then there's two fingers in your mouth, effectively shutting you up.
"And if I tore you apart, would that make you happy?" He practically snarls, but you angle your head to make sure he can see the dreamy look in your eyes. After a few moments of intensity, he moves his hand from your jaw, your mouth, to grip your thigh, to pull you closer.
"Is it what you want?" You feel elated, all kinds of heady and fire-warm. This is the precipice, the moment where he yet again understands you truly mean you'd do anything for him, and his hesitation will evaporate -
"More than anything," he admits, as if his honesty had left him breathless, and he kisses you hard before you have time to think. Pulling you into his lap, he takes the opportunity to fist his hand in your hair. When he pulls hard, it's the first of many wonderfully aching, stinging, bruising moments of the night.
And you learn that there is no blood without violence, not for the Blood God...
There's a sharp pain the moment the blade first breaches your skin, metal along your sternum cool before the pain brings with it heat. You try to bite back your yelp, but can't quite manage it. You've been cut before but never so deliberately, not by someone who looks at you like Techno does now. Techno, sitting carefully on your thighs, doesn't seem to acknowledge it; he drags the blade down the centre of your chest with an almost agonising unwaivability, tears springing to your eyes, trying not to squirm, to make the pain worse.
"Techno," you whimper, his name escaping you almost involuntarily, nervously tugging at your wrist bindings above your head. There's something dark and strangely detached in Techno's gaze as he meets yours.
"I'm okay," you murmur unconvincingly, "I- it hurts more than I thought it would is all, I'm sorry I'm-" though for all your babbling you don't even consider asking him to stop. He presses the flat side of the blade to your ribs and reaches out with his free hand to carefully wipe away your tears.
"You're so good," there's something hungry in his eyes, "so good to me... beautiful like this." And something clicks in your brain; you'd do anything to keep him talking to you like that, looking at you like that.
"More- please, again," you choke out, a desperate gasp as pain and pleasure weave together in your mind. Something about the way you've already begun to beg has his breath catching in his throat, an animalistic noise escaping him. Already his self restraint is all but shredded; before you knew he'd hesitate, or check in with you, but now -
"More what?" A demand for an answer. The blade is ice cold and feather light against your skin.
"Blood, please," stutters from your lips as you try to lean up to kiss him. Instead, he keeps one hand firm on your shoulder against the table, wearing a pleased smile as he instead dips to keys you, "my love, make me bleed."
He seems to derive pleasure from the way you whimper against his lips, your faint noises of pain as he carefully carves into the skin of your sternum while kissing you. It's starting small, he tells you, at least for now, having left a simple geometric pattern on your sternum that he admires as he fucks you. He lavishes you with praise, works hard to get you off but leaves you a bloody mess until well after the afterglow has faded.
When he tells you it will leave a beautiful scar, something inside you lights up with joy, with love.
"I can take more, I -" already you're babbling, offering. He hasn't untied you; the ache of your bound wrists is comfortingly familiar as you allow yourself to be taken care of.
"Don't," Technoblade warns you firmly, looking up from where he's cleaning and dressing the wounds. Even so, he seems calmer and steadier than he's been in a long while, as if granted a brief moment of mental peace after what had just occurred.
"You keep offering something very dangerous, but maybe your naivete is part of why I find you so precious," he pauses for a long moment before leaning in to press a kiss to the edge of the bloody pattern he was responsible for. A thin line of your blood shines by the corner of his mouth as he pulls back and smirks up at you. You're desperate to kiss him, but you knew it would interrupt his care, and you'd probably remain restrained past the point of it being enjoyable.
"Did it help?"
He is quiet for a long moment after your question. Finally, he spoke.
"How much did it hurt?"
"What?"
"Tell me how much it hurt," there was an unexpected dark edge to his voice now, something pleased and almost smug. He's holding bandages but his hands have stilled, "when you begged me to carve into you like that," it's that hunger again, the same you'd seen the moment you'd winced and gasped and squirmed once he'd finally put the blade down in favour of admiring his work, now free hand between your thighs.
Now he's just... admiring you, bound, marked, still comfortable at his mercy. Looking at the angry red lines in your skin, he can see the blood slowly seeping from them, his personal form of art. Carefully, you wet your lips, shifting the barest amount against the still bloodstained linens.
"It was awful," you murmur honestly, "it still is kind of unbearable, more than I expected." He blinks slowly, hands still hovering inches away from your torso. He hears it, you know he hears it, the way you speak so carefully about the pain without a hint of negativity. He's a sudden rush of movement, kissing you with newfound intensity, one hand coming to cup your face while the other he presses flat against the still fresh wound.
"I could kill you, you silly, porcelain thing," he groans, as if turned on by the very idea he's warning you about.
"Could you?" A breathless, wanton gasp escapes you, and it turns to a pained whimper as he presses against the wounds more insistently, which he echoes with a pleased noise of his own, "please, I need you to -"
For the first time in a long time the voices seem sated. They've had their fill of violence, of blood, of you, they're practically sick with how they've gorged themselves on all you've offered for them. But Techno himself? He loves to know just how much it hurts, and loves to make you beg for it nonetheless. He loves knowing how far you'll let him go, how much you'll endure and still ask for more. He loves the proof of your devotion. He will never get enough.
And you?
You want to wear the scars like the proof of your love for him, with pride. You now understand and appreciate the pain he's inflicted on others in your honour. You relish in knowing you can satisfy all he craves in a way that no-one else ever would.
But mostly, you crave those moments, the bloody handprints he leaves on your thighs, the gentle way he caresses the ice cold blade against your skin, and the look in his eyes as you whimper, like you're the only thing in the world that has ever mattered.
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thatonecoryosimp · 2 years
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Can i request a technoblade x fem!reader nsfw (predator prey kink)
Reader was annoying techno a little to much for his liking, but before he could do anything reader bolts out the house and so begins the hunt of piglin hybrid and small human(or hybrid, you can choose what hybrid she is), techno eventually catches her and either rails her against the tree or takes her home and rails her in there
You of course dont have to do this request if you dont want to:)
Can i be 🐽 anon?
Well, hello darling. Welcome to the family dear. I'm so sorry that I haven't been active and this has been sitting so long. I hope I did your request justice. :).
4/16/22
Warnings: SMUT. Predator/prey dynamics. Bit of biting. Scary Techno. Tree sex? Slight breeding kink (like one line)
Techno had been ignoring me all day. I understand that he has important work to do, but I need him to focus on me, even if just for a little. I've been poking and prodding at him all day. And maybe that wasn't my smartest idea. Usually, he doesn't get mad. He'll just laugh it off, but today was not one of those days.
He was grumpy, and I was only poking a bear. The last straw for him was whenever we were sitting in the living room while he was brewing potions. Honestly, I just couldn't help myself. He looked so good. His hair was all tossed around, and his glasses sat low on his nose. His cape was ruffled and definitely needed to be ironed. But all of that just made him all the more real, and much more attractive.
My hands went to his shoulders and trailed down his chest. Gliding down his body to his thighs, and then he pushed them off.
"Not now, hun. I'm doing stuff."
I had sighed and sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. I kept squirming. Moving around and brushing against him. He let out another irritated huff but I kept going.
He flashed me a warning look as my hand brushed over his crotch and that's when he lost it.
He leaned in and bent to my ear, "I'm gonna give you ten seconds to start running."
For the first 3, I was frozen stiff, but when he got to six I bolted up and to the door, leaving it hanging ajar. I was thankful I had my shoes on already as my feet hit against the snow. I had just gotten to the forest line when I heard him start calling my name. His voice was deep and menacing, but still monotone.
I ran as fast as I could. My arms were getting scratched by the branches of the dead trees, and my feet were getting caught on things I couldn't see in the dark. I could hear my boyfriend chasing after me which only made me run faster. I could hear the blood rushing to my head as I ducked behind a big spruce tree.
The forest was quiet other than the howl of the wind. My breathing started to regulate, and I calmed down, thinking I had outrun him. But the twig snapping to my side was my only alert before I was hoisted up and pressed against the tree.
"There you are, bunny. You're so easy to find you know, you make so much noise."
I gasped as I felt his lips on my neck. His hand had come to my pants and ripped the fabric off with little effort. I gasped as the chilled air was now pressing against my uncovered heat. His fingers dipped in and my eyes lulled back.
"You're so wet for me, bunny. Did my dirty girl like being chased? Did you get off on it?"
I whined but nodded my head. I heard him chuckle.
"I'm gonna show you what happens when a bad bunny gets caught."
Before I could say anything else he was pressed inside me. His dick filled me up to the brim and a gargled moan escaped my lips. My arms wrapped around his shoulders for some form of an anchor as he started fucking me at an unrelenting pace.
I was biting my lip trying to stay quiet before he stopped me. "Oh, c'mon, doll. Don't be quiet now, I wanna hear you."
This only seemed to spur him on to go faster. My back was being slammed into the tree with every thrust. My mind was having trouble grasping onto anything other than the feeling of him inside me.
His finger had come to my clit and started rubbing harsh circles. It didn't take long to bring me to my edge and tip me over. I let out a moan of his name as his thrusts started to become irregular.
"Gonna fill you up so good, bunny. Gonna fuck ya so full you'll be swelled up with my baby in no time."
His hips stalled as he filled me up with hot white ropes. His head went to the crook of my neck. A sharp pain registered as he bit down on my collarbone.
"Now, you're all mine. You hear me, bunny?"
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First smut I have written in months. Really hope that was okay. Anywho, stay safe lovelies. Drink water, and eat food. I love you all!
~Jules
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almondmilks-posts · 2 years
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Nsfw: bunny blade
Heat be like?
18+ on this one no minors sorry 👉🏻👈🏻
Wasn't requested but got damm so I want this in my life
Mummy kink, sub tech begging the goods
Easter got me thinking, what if bunny blade went into heat but he was so horny and so deep into the season he would become so whiney and would be so submissive for you. "Pleeeeassseee touch me please I need it omg I need it so bad" you rolled your eyes because this is what the third time you guys have done this today? And it it's but even 10 am yet but since his red tip looked so swollen right now you had to crack" fine because you asked so nicely I'll touch you" you grabbed his shaft through his jeans pulling it out and jerked him off at a fast pace, his body shuddering under your touch "thank you mummy thank you oh fuck it feels so good yes mummy let me cum please let me be your good boy"
Um uhhhh yikes big yikes uhhhhh
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anima-chara · 2 years
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Let's go respect Technoblade's boundaries and DSMP Members's boundaries!
I'm seeing people still doing smut or romantic fics with c!Techno and this's truly disrespectful.
I'm not saying to you stop writing for Techno, no!! I'm just want to you stop writing smut and romantic stuff for him. We must continue with his legacy correctly!!
Not so sorry if I'm being rude because that's true. I extremely get uncomfortable when suddenly I scroll down and just have "c!Techno x F!Reader(smut)"
Member of DSMP boundaries
Well, if you wanna respect Techno and other people's boundaries, here's the link:
Things that is recommend to read:
A Note on NSFW Content in This Fandom From smp-boundaries
smp-boundaries’ Shipping Etiquette
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120-slut · 3 months
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dream smut . female reader
dom dream does things to me ///-///
your father was hosting yet another dinner party, the long dinner table lined with friends and family. everyone was boasting about your final year in college, wanting to hear all about your studies and achievements.
dream had his eyes set on you the entire night, relaxing into his seat besides you while silently listening to your conversations. he’d catch you glancing his way, a faint blush creeping across your face every time you notice he was already staring. you were so irresistible, and that little skirt of yours wasn’t doing much to suppress his erotic thoughts.
it took all of dream's strength not to take you upstairs and fuck you right there and then. but he had to think of something a little more subdue for the time being.
while you were in the midst of speaking with a family friend, you felt his heavy hand resting on your thigh. your breath hitched for a second, slowly looking down at your lap and soon towards the older man besides you. dream kept an expressionless look, all while gently caressing your soft skin.
“go on.” he’d instruct you to continue with your conversation, nodding towards the family friend across the table.
you blinked at him timidly, trying to process exactly what was happening at that very moment. “yeah. sorry. where was i? uh..” your attention fell back onto your discussion, your speech a little staggered and quiet.
dream's hand crept up your thigh, dipping his hand between the soft flesh. his fingertips were teasing the edge of your panties, maintaining a stoic look while watching you struggling to speak. it was amusing watching you squirm in your chair, trying to stifle the little whimpers from his touch.
he’d feel your plush thighs start to squeeze around his large hand, a subtle smirk painting his lips. it was inappropriate, but the man wanted to touch his girl a little. you were too pretty not to fondle.
you were starting to lose your composure, it was so easy to get you worked up. ghost analysed you every reaction, watching you slowly succumb to his subtle touch. he could feel the heat building between your legs, knowing how wet you were already becoming. god, he wanted to pump his fingers inside your sweet pussy and turn you into a slutty mess in front of the table. the thought alone was making his thick cock throb inside his jeans.
he soon pressed the pad of his thumb against your panties, slowly rubbing circles into your needy clit.
“n-no…it’s been pretty…auughh…p-pretty easy.”
the family friend gave you an incredulous look, mistaking your moan for a pained groan. “you okay?”
“yeah, you doin’ alright, love?” dream drawled with a sly grin, applying a little more pressure against your panties. those languid movements of his thumb soon starting to pick up its pace.
you could barely get a word out as your hips began to buck, biting your lower lip as dream rubbed your pulsing clit. your slick was beginning to seep through the lace fabric, your desperate hole starting to clench around nothing. “y-yeah…i’m good.”
“s’good to hear, doll.” dream chuckled, your desperate mewls were music to his ears. he had no intentions of making this evening easy for you.
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squishycheekanon · 24 days
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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.
“Yes.”
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toiletwipes · 2 years
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STILL | techno blurb
You were supposed to be sleeping, and you had been trying all you could. Counting your breaths and making it to thirteen before getting distracted with thoughts about your work tomorrow.
Work today, as it stood, had been particularly not fun.
And you had resigned yourself to an equally not fun dinner, a poor excuse of a sandwich, and bathed in not-quite-warm water. Inside, you knew you didn't deserve to kind of punish yourself, but you couldn't be bothered to try to comfort yourself either. You just needed to do the things you needed to do.
And sleep was the last thing you had to worry about.
Your boyfriend, in all of his murder-inclined reputation, hadn't even gotten home until the night was well underway. You figured it to be a fair deal.
Your eyes, though closed, heard him wander in your shared home, probably setting his robes and his weapons down on the table or their respective places, it was always a fifty-fifty shot with him, pausing to look at whatever you brought home this time.
(It'd been a book about mushrooms, a lot of the pages that had the mushroom's picture was accompanied by a short poem. You'd tucked it into your bag, a fond smile on your face when you thought about showing it to Techno.)
And when he finally nudged the door open to your bedroom, you still didn't open your eyes, feeling the thud of his feet against the floor, moving from the doorway to the closet. Hearing the clothes being pulled off of his, most likely sweaty or very heated, body and then hearing them be tossed into the hamper by the door. Cloth slides against skin and you hear his bare feet walk across the floor before you feel the dip in the mattress and hear the groan it sounds out while he gets comfortable.
It was nice, feeling his very warm body in the coldest room in the house, a painfully thin sheet covering you gives you little heat. He pulls you into his arms, tucking his chin into your neck and breathing out heavy. "You okay, honey?"
You time your breath with his, breathing deep and feeling yourself melt into him. "Long day."
He hums, and says sorry, offers you a beat of silence to elaborate but when you continue your deep breaths, he presses a kiss to your head, rubbing a large, warm hand over your stomach in wide circles. "Okay," he breathes out, "goodnight then, I got breakfast tomorrow." You smile to the ceiling, and it's the last thing on your mind before you're lured to sleep with promise of rest and warmth, and perhaps your warrior of a boyfriend in the only apron in the house, daisies covering the front.
Tomorrow is going to be better than today. Guaranteed.
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bloodgoddarlin · 2 years
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The Piglin Crew (and various Technos) as NSFW links 
Notes: @squishycheekanon​ did this with her Techno’s recently, and I kept thinking of the Piglin Crew as I scrolled through/watched the vids she linked, so here we are. hope you guys enjoy. 
Disclaimer: As if it wasn’t obvious, this post is 18+. Minors DNI.
Content Warnings: RL Porn
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OCs:
Titus Valerius: Titus had intended to relax and catch up on some reading tonight, but... you had other plans for him.
Magnus Valerius: Magnus had had a very long day. He can’t keep up with these polital shenanigans anymore... luckily, he gets to come to you on days like these, and get a much-needed distraction. 
Caesar Emperor: You had really been trying his patience lately. Good thing Caesar knows how to put you in your place.
Brutus Emperor: You and Brutus try out binding for the first time. 
Io Ethos: Honestly you really just like laying with him like this.
Lucius Flown: You and Lucius decide to have a little fun. 
Blood God: You’ve been a very loyal acolyte recently, so your god decides to give you a little reward. 
Persephone Floral: You and your piglin girlfriend spend some quality time together on a nice, summer day. 
Zeus Lighting: You had been teasing him all day long. Now, Zeus was more than ready to give you your due. 
Techno’s: 
Hades Bladesmith (Polycule AU Techno): Technically, he had a Syndicate meeting to go to in a few minutes, but... well. Not like that’s going to stop him.
Supervillian!Techno: He had been out all day doing a heist, so of course, as soon as he got home, he dragged you right upstairs. 
OSMP!Techno/Bunnyblade: Techno has been a very good bun today, so you give him a little reward for his efforts. 
Young!Techno/Pre-DSMP!Techno: He was still new to this whole “intimacy” thing, but luckily, the young solider seems like he’s a fast leaner. 
THR!Techno: After a long day of dealing with the royals, Sir Technoblade needs to work off some steam... good thing his pretty little wife is always ready and willing to help him. 
Floran!Techno: You and your flower boy have some alone time. 
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popacorn · 2 years
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Late night calls
Technoblade x Fem!reader
-basically just phone sex because why not?-
(phone sex, brat behavior, technos on a work trip, masterbation, dildos, sex toys, praise and a little bit of degradation..?)
Minors DNI
Nights like these were the hardest, a big, cold, empty bed with no one to share it with. Every single night you would dream about him, dreaming that he would come home early to you. But deep down, you knew it would probably not happen.
Your husband was on a long work trip, that ment you stayed home, alone. Your husband was a very busy man, but he always made time for his little stay-at-home wife. Unfortunately, this trip was especially long, 3 months. You called everyday and texted nonstop, but it still wasn’t enough.
You wanted Technoblade right there, you wanted him touching you just how you like it. You wanted to feel every inch of him, god, you were pathetic, weren’t you? But you couldn’t cave in, not just yet, you wanted him to bring it up. You wanted him to be the pathetic one, not you. But, then again, that would also probably not happen, Techno’s ego and pride were too big for that. You were thinking about giving up and letting him win, maybe he would degrade you if you seemed desperate enough. Call you a ’whore’ or maybe even a ‘slut’, nonetheless you would accept anything he offers you, but now, you’ve had enough.
It was another late night for you, but mid-day for him (time differences). He (like always) was the first one to call you, he always called on his lunch break. Techno loved to FaceTime you; so he could see your beautiful face (and you loved to see his) he always had his hair up, glasses,pure white shirt (that always had a few buttons undone), and the famous AirPods he always had in. You loved every single bit of it.
Techno would ask about your day, and then tell you his. It was a routine at this point, but you wanted to change it up…
“Techno?” You asked
“Yes, baby?”
“I miss you”
He chuckles
“I miss you too, honey”
“I wish you were here, in this bed with me” you confessed
“I wish I was there too”
“… the bed his cold without you”
“I bet it is”
This was obviously going nowhere, techno was pretty blunt sometimes. Maybe you could get a reaction out of him? Or maybe you could try.
“ sucks you get to miss out on these too, huh?”
You unroll the covers from under you, exposing your breasts. He stares into the screen, eyes wide, and goes quiet. He puts his face closer to the screen and then-
-Techno <3 took a FaceTime photo-
You laugh
“What are you going to use that for, tech?” You question.
“I think you know…”
“No, no I don’t think I do. Would you mind explaining?” You keep pushing.
“… I swear to gods, if I didn’t have headphones in…”
“What’s the problem, big guy?” You tease
“I’m literally in public-“
“So?” You interrupted, you were making him angrier each second.
There’s no doubt you were working him up, it was going perfectly. If he was home, he would probably have you on your knees. He would push your head oh so deep onto his large, thick c-
“You’re playing with fire, darling” he warned you
“Then by all means, I hope you burn me so hard, daddy.” You shot back
His face went red as he looked away from the camera. He starts to stand up and hold his phone down to his side. You can hear a conversation with another person.
“Hey, Wilbur, sorry for the short notice but I have to go back to my hotel. I’ll see you later, okay?”
It was clear that he was in a rush, and you knew the very reason why. You smirked, you knew how worked up you made him.
“I’ll call you in a few, so don’t think you're off the hook, missy.”
You laughed as he ended the call abruptly. The train ride back to his hotel would not be long, you rolled out of bed and headed to the bedside Nightstand. You opened it and saw a variety of toys to use; dildos, vibrators, plugs, chains, you had everything. You also notice something with a sticky note attached to it.
‘Hope you have fun with this one - Techno ’
You smirked, that sly dog. You picked up the pink toy, it looked like a normal dildo? Then you saw a button on the bottom. You hesitate as you click it and you instantly noticed the thing that sets it apart from the rest, It could vibrate. You wondered how long ago he put this in there.
you set it in the bed and got up and walked towards your shared dresser, you wanted to look nice for your husband, give him a treat. You found some red lingerie that you didn’t wear too much and put it on, then you put on one of Technos sweatshirts to hide the surprise. The sleeves went past your hands and the cotton went down to your knees. You took the toy and hopped back into bed, waiting….
And waiting….
You finally feel the vibrations and buzzing from your phone, you pick it up and look at it,
‘Incoming call from Techno<3’
It was a normal call, not a FaceTime. He had never done that before…
You picked it up,
“Hel-“
“Strip” he cut you off, his voice was deep and husky.
“I- I already am-“
“Good, that means more time for us.” You could hear the smile in his voice.
“You really know how to get in trouble, don’t you? You know how to Piss. Me. Off.” He growls into the phone.
“Now you better listen to me, or else you are going to regret it. I’m not going to repeat myself, so be a good girl and listen.” After he said that you heard his exhale into a sigh, you figured he already started..
You settled into bed and gripped the toy harder, “I saw the gift you got me” you confessed.
There was shuffling on his side of the call, “already that desperate? You really couldn’t wait untill I got home to you had to resort to the 2nd best option?? I thought I taught you better, honey.”
You whined at his words. He was right. You were such a whore that you couldn’t wait untill he was done with his trip?
You continue to think those kinds of thoughts while you knelt onto the bed and put the pink toy under you as you oh so slowly slid down onto it, you sigh as you bottom out.
“Have you stated your fun too?” He asks and you hum in a response.
“Good, now. I want you to activate it.” He commands and you obey.
You click the little button at the bottom and you instantly feel the vibrations of the toy soaring through your body. You make little moans and gasp at the intensity and Technoblade was eating it up.
“I wish I was there with you, then you wouldn’t need that damn toy. You and me both know it would be so much more better, you love when I fuck you senseless, isn’t that right sweetheart?”
You once again bearly hum a response to his dirty words.
“I need a verbal response, honey.”
“Yes! Y-yes I also wish you were here. I really want you to fuck me yourself so bad , I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk the rest of the week!” You moan out
You hear him groan from the other side of the phone, he liked what he was hearing.
“I close, I need you to finish up for me. Can you do that?” He lowly says
“I-I’ll try”
“Good, just keep fucking yourself on that, okay?”
“Okay”
You both exchange moans and wet noises for a while till you both reach your climax. It was dead silent until techno broke the silence.
“I’m booking a flight home so I can see you tomorrow and deal with you the way I like it.”
It’s been awhile, so don’t kill me D:
I hope you enjoy this and if I made any errors, pretend they are not there ;)
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bivwifeybunny · 2 years
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Alright that's it.
I'm looking for someone to rp with. Specifically an mcyt rp. Preferably someone to rp Sapnap for me. I write for karl, dream, punz, and c!techno. So dm me if ur interested. The rp would involve smut so if it's not your thing then ignore this. idc if the rp is c! or cc! it's entirely up to you. ⚠18+ people only! my minors dni rules are still in place⚠
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cybrsan · 1 month
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Light It Up! — K.HJ, P.SH
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STORY SUMMARY: The year is 2077, and the world is a lawless dystopia where tech giants and major corporations hold all the power. Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa are an infamous criminal duo who have made names for themselves fighting against the "techno brainwashing" of society. Discovering they're on the brink of getting caught, they decide to go out with a bang—and who better to help them than their favorite plaything?
PAIRING: Kim Hongjoong x F!Reader x Park Seonghwa
RATING/GENRE: M ; smut ; criminal / cyberpunk / dystopian AU
WORD COUNT: 4.4k
WARNINGS: Arson, breaking and entering, clubbing, alcohol + drug use, pet names (doll, precious), rioting, violence
NSFW WARNINGS: Choking, creampie, cum stuffing, cunnilingis, deep throating, exhibitionism, fire play, fingering, free use, hair-pulling, knife play (light), multiple orgasms, play party, public sex, spitroasting, sub drop, threesome, overstimulation
A/N: Don't blame me, blame the MATZ m/v.
LINKS: Masterlist, cross-posted on AO3.
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“And… there!” 
After days of meticulous planning, organizing, and making shady, back-alley deals, it’s finally done. The last camera is in position—everything is ready for the big event. All that’s left for you to do is step back and admire your work.  
Switching on your illegally procured holodeck, you press a few buttons and watch as the space around you completely transforms. What was once an abandoned warehouse is now a club that could rival any in the city center. Neon lights pulse to heavy synth, serving bots whiz from place to place,  and the makeshift bar looks inviting enough with rows of expensive bottles on display. Whether or not the liquor in the bottles is worth the price, well… Hopefully people will be too distracted to notice. 
The focal point, the one thing you are most proud of, is the transparent stage that extends at least 15 feet above the dance floor. Taking in the grandeur of it all is more than enough to get you excited for what's to come. You're certain that Hongjoong and Seonghwa will put on the performance of the century. 
Today is incredibly important for both of them, and the fact that they have trusted you enough to include you more than makes up for the long hours and strenuous work. They’re currently out setting up their "grand finale," which they have been painstakingly cryptic about. You have your suspicions, not that you need or even want to know the specifics. 
A low whistle pierces the air. "You really outdid yourself this time, doll." 
You turn to look at Seonghwa as he enters, and your heart practically skips a beat when you take in his appearance—he must have changed in preparation for the big event. His hair, pulled away from his face, lets you focus on his features; dark eyes, full lips, all beautifully accented by his smoky makeup. His outfit is one you haven't seen on him before, but it suits him perfectly, from the gold chains hanging around his neck to the deep cut of his silk shirt.  
"Thanks, Hwa," you reply bashfully, dusting off your hands on your jeans. "Just trying to do my part." 
He approaches you, a smirk tugging at his lips. The way he stares at you, drinks you in… it makes you feel like a prey animal who has found itself in the sights of a predator. You blush and cast your gaze to the floor, suddenly fascinated by the specks of dirt at your feet. 
"And you have done it spectacularly." He lifts your chin with his pointer finger, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "I think you deserve a reward." 
Seonghwa drops his gaze to your lips for just a moment before he leans in, closing the space between you with an almost agonizing slowness. The kiss is gentle and commanding all at once and you shiver, immediately pulling him closer. The fatigue, the stress—all of it melts away.
His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling on it with just enough force to make you gasp. His tongue slides expertly against yours, the taste of him something sweet and darkly rich, like cherry liquor. It’s addictive. But the moment ends too soon for your liking, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.
Seonghwa doesn’t pull away entirely, resting his forehead against yours as he lifts a hand to brush a stray lock of hair away from your face. He lets his touch linger as he traces a path down your neck, lithe fingers playing with the necklace dangling above your chest. Three dainty, silver hearts. One for you, one for Seonghwa, and one for—
The rev of a motorcycle engine cuts through the air, and your head snaps toward the sound just in time to see Hongjoong park his bike at the door. He takes off his helmet and shakes out his hair which you’re surprised to see is freshly dyed. It almost makes you laugh; of course even as he’s out running errands for his coup de grâce, he finds time for fashion.
“Not starting the party without me, I hope?”
Hongjoong’s heeled boots click pleasantly atop the concrete flooring as he walks over to the two of you. His synthetic fur coat is a bright orange, the complete opposite of what one might expect a criminal on the run to wear. But both he and Seonghwa have never been ones for hiding.
“Never,” Seonghwa replies, clapping a hand on the back of the younger’s neck. “Did you get it done?”
Hongjoong scoffs in a teasing manner. “Did you doubt I would?”
“Of course not.” Seonghwa squeezes Hongjoong’s neck once before letting go and clapping his hands together. “Looks like it’s time for the show.”
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A few hours later, the party is in full swing. The once-empty warehouse is now filled to the brim with people dressed in cloaks and masks for the sake of anonymity. Some are on the dance floor, grinding against each other, while others have drifted toward the bar, downing shots and laughing.
Toward the back of the room, there's a group huddled around a table, huffing glitter, black lace, and who knows what other kinds of drugs. Meanwhile, others are tangled together on couches, lost in the throes of ecstasy. The air is so thick with the smell of smoke and sweat that it almost makes you dizzy.
A hand wraps around your neck from behind, pulling you against a warm body, and you gasp. “That’ll be us later, precious,” Hongjoong whispers, hot breath fanning against your ear. Your nervousness ebbs away, immediately replaced by eagerness.  “Do you like watching them? Or maybe you’d prefer to be the one being watched?”
You lean back against him, the hand around your neck a welcome pressure. “Both,” you breathe.
You feel his chest rumble with laughter. “Good.” 
He separates from you, and you turn to face him. He seems so confident, so excited, that it’s hard to believe he and Seonghwa are about to paint targets on both of their backs. Hit by a wave of anxiety, you lean forward and kiss him. He immediately reciprocates, nipping at your bottom lip and eagerly exploring your mouth with his tongue. 
Kissing him is always different than kissing Seonghwa. Seonghwa’s kisses are controlled, with a hidden power brewing behind them. There’s always a promise of more, a hint at what is to come when he finally lets go. On the other hand, Hongjoong kisses with reckless abandon. He is uninhibited, always ready to devour you whole. When he pulls back, a string of spit hangs between you before snapping.
“You nervous?” You nod, and he gently tweaks your chin between two fingers. “Don’t be. Those tech bastards have no idea what we have in store.”
“I just want the two of you to be safe.”
“And we will be,” he assures you. "After everything goes up in flames. Trust me, precious. Trust us.”
“I do.” And it’s true. You trust them with everything that you have.
“That’s our girl.” He kisses you again. “It’s time to go live.”
You take out your holodeck, and with the click of a button, all the cameras you set up switch on. You hurriedly switch channels through all the local stations, thrilled to see that it worked and the entire club is being streamed live to every device in the city. 
You stop the music and make the lights go out, causing a hush to fall over the crowd. You shine one beam of light directly onto the stage and you watch as Seonghwa steps out to address the throng of people below. He is captivating and has no problem commanding all of the power in the room. 
“Welcome one and all,” Seonghwa begins, voice booming over the speakers. “If you’re here, it means you are brave enough to fight against the corporations that enslave our society!”  
Hongjoong steps up next to him, and while he’s smaller in stature, he exudes no less power. However, he stays silent as Seonghwa continues, “We will not be silenced any longer. Tonight, we raise our voices in defiance; we will no longer bow down to those who seek to control us!” 
The crowd explodes into thunderous applause but immediately falls silent when Hongjoong raises a hand. "But tonight isn’t just about the revolution—it is also a celebration of our freedom, our individuality, and our unity. So let loose because everyone in the city is watching and we all know that, deep down, they wish they were us!” 
Cheers and shouts fill the room once again as everyone raises their glasses in solidarity. Your heart swells with pride as you take it all in. You have become a part of something far greater than yourself and, just like your boys, you are willing to do whatever it takes to see it through to victory.
You switch the music and lights back on and the party resumes in full force. People seem to go even harder than they were before, playing up their hedonism for the cameras. Seonghwa and Hongjoong have disappeared into the crowd, likely to mingle and spread their message one-on-one. 
Seonghwa favors the dance floor, hypnotizing those around him as he moves. A contented smile tugs at the corner of his lips as his hips sway to the beat, as beautiful as he is provocative. He flits from person to person, holding them close as he whispers into their ears. He occasionally catches you watching him, always making sure to tease you with a wink. 
On the other hand, Hongjoong stalks the perimeter of the room, moving from group to group. His skill lies in charming people with his words, and tonight is no different. Everyone who speaks to him smiles and laughs, completely enamored with everything he says. He shakes hands, claps shoulders, and you have no doubt that if people weren’t loyal before, they will be when he’s through.
You stick to one of the quieter corners of the room in order to keep an eye on the cameras. You need to make sure that everything is running smoothly both in and out of the club; the last thing you need is for someone to reveal your location or try to hack into your network and ruin everything. You also keep a close eye on your boys, making sure they stay safe.
It’s past midnight by the time they come and find you. Hongjoong sits on your left, placing a hand on your thigh as he leans toward you and kisses your cheek. His lips linger a moment longer than necessary, and as he pulls back, he purrs, “You should be out there, dancing, having fun.”
“I am having fun,” you say, taking the champagne glass offered to you by Seonghwa. 
Seonghwa sits on your right, throwing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his side. “You would be having even more fun if you put down the holodeck.” 
“But—”
Hongjoong takes it from you, throwing it haphazardly onto the cushion beside him. “Don’t argue.” 
He leans forward again, this time lightly nibbling your earlobe with his teeth. You gasp, knuckles turning white as you tighten your grip on your glass out of instinct. Seonghwa watches the two of you with half-lidded eyes, his hand trailing down your side and slipping underneath the hem of your shirt to trace patterns over your flushed skin.
“It’s a night for celebration, doll,” he murmurs. “You have done your job. The only thing we need from you now is… well, you.” He squeezes your hip and you jump slightly. “The badges will be here in a little over an hour according to one of my sources. While not as long as I’d like, it gives us just enough time to have a celebration of our own.”  
Your thighs clench in anticipation—you know exactly what he’s hinting at. 
"Lead the way, then," you say, setting your half-empty glass down.
Seonghwa’s gaze meets Hongjoong’s over your head, an unspoken agreement passing between them. They stand up and pull you toward the dance floor, surrounding you, one at your front and one at your back. You sway between them to a slow, seductive rhythm, closing your eyes as you let yourself enjoy their attention.
Seonghwa’s hands rest on your waist, pulling you against him as he starts to move his hips in tandem with yours, grinding against you. Meanwhile, Hongjoong cups your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip. His eyes are dark and intense as he captures your mouth with his own in a searing kiss. 
Seonghwa’s grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin as he watches Hongjoong devour you. He keeps one hand on your hip while the other snakes around to cup the back of Hongjoong’s neck, causing the younger to moan into your mouth at the touch. Now with a possessive grip on you both, Seonghwa gets to work nipping and marking the exposed skin of your shoulder. 
The room seems to disappear around you as they continue to explore you, their mouths and hands feeling like they are everywhere at once. It's intoxicating, even more so than the champagne you were drinking earlier. You feel Seonghwa’s hand trail even lower, disappearing under your waistline, snapping the band of your underwear against your skin.
You gasp and Hongjoong laughs against you, nipping at your bottom lip before pulling back with a satisfied smirk on his face. “Let’s give them a good show, hm?” 
You let the two of them drag you onto the stage, cheeks ablaze as you realize exactly what they’re planning. You’re hyper aware of the fact that you are being watched; even though most of the club-goers are lost in their own pleasure, the viewers that are steaming have nothing better to do than keep their eyes locked on you. 
Seonghwa clicks his tongue, squishing your cheeks between his fingers. “Look at our girl, acting so shy.” His fingers find your heart necklace, tugging at it just hard enough to make you gasp. “As if wearing this doesn’t mean we can do whatever we want to you, whenever and wherever we want.” 
Hongjoong takes a switchblade out of his pocket, flipping it open with a maniacal grin on his face. He uses it to cut away your clothes, exposing your body for everyone to see. Your knees shake and whether it is out of anxiety or anticipation, you can’t tell. 
He traces the tip of it against your skin, the cold metal leaving goosebumps in its wake. “We know you love it, precious,” he says. “Don’t you want everyone to see how good we make you feel? Think of all the viewers out there that will feel oh-so-scandalized but still won’t be able to look away. Not to mention all the greedy whores who will be getting themselves off to us, wishing they were in our places.” 
Seonghwa pulls you against him just like he did on the dance floor, once again letting his fingers tease his way down your stomach. But this time, he lets them travel even lower, dipping into your folds. 
“Look how wet you are just from this,” he remarks, bringing his fingers back up and spreading them so you can see the evidence of your own desire. He then extends them to Hongjoong who greedily laps at them, sucking them clean. 
You whine, trying to keep your legs closed from embarrassment, knowing anyone below the stage can look right up at you and see exactly how aroused you are. But Seonghwa won’t let you, shoving his knee between your thighs. Almost instinctively, you grind down on it, letting another pathetic sound slip past your lips. 
Hongjoong’s eyes glint with wicked delight at your reaction, his own hands reaching out to cup your breasts. “Someone’s eager,” he teases, tweaking a nipple between two fingers.
You hear a few wolf whistles from the crowd, a few lewd comments being thrown your way, but they only make you more excited. 
“I…” You’re panting heavily, making it hard for you to speak. You have to take a deep breath before trying again. “I want you. Please.”
“Anything for you, doll,” Seonghwa coos, returning his attention to your core. He pushes in one finger all the way to his knuckle with no warning and, if it weren’t for his hold on you, your legs would have buckled. 
“Fuck.” The curse slips from your lips, half whimper, half moan, as he continues pumping his finger inside your wet heat. 
Hongjoong lowers his head, taking one of your nipples in his mouth as he pinches and tugs at the other. You grip his shoulders for purchase as your head lolls back to rest on Seonghwa’s chest, whining at the onslaught of sensation. The feeling of Seonghwa inside of you while Hongjoong lavishes his attention on your breasts is unlike anything you have ever felt. 
As Seonghwa adds another finger, Hongjoong’s lips mark a path from your breasts, to your stomach, and then lower as he sinks to his knees in front of you. He grabs your thighs, fingers digging into your skin, just as his tongue finds your clit. His tongue draws figure eights around it as Seonghwa continues to pump his fingers relentlessly inside of you. 
“T-too much…” you gasp. But neither of them slow down—if anything, feeling how close you are makes them double down on their efforts. Hongjoong sucks your clit into his mouth at the same time Seonghwa adds a third finger, curling them inside of you. 
Seonghwa kisses the back of your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs. 
That small bit of praise is all it takes to send you tumbling over the edge, eyes rolling back as your body goes taut with pleasure. Hongjoong eagerly laps up your release, only prolonging your orgasm. Seonghwa gently removes his fingers from you and you hear rather than see when he brings them to his mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. 
Hongjoong pulls back, licking his lips to clean them of your release before his trademark smirk returns. “I think it’s time for you to return the favor, precious. Don’t you think, Hwa?” 
Seonghwa trails a hand down your spine, humming. “I don’t know if she can handle it.”
“I can,” you gasp, eager to please them just as they did you. “I can, I promise. Anything you want.” 
You almost jump from surprise as some spectators in the crowd start yelling their vulgar suggestions as to how exactly they think you should please your partners. You’re sure if you looked at your holodeck, the live chat would be filled with similar comments as well. 
Hongjoong laughs, grabbing your face in his hand. “Don’t worry about them. You can have us however you like.” 
Blushing, you say, “You choose.” 
His eyes light up and he immediately looks behind you to Seonghwa. Just like earlier, some sort of silent communication passes between them, and then you feel Seonghwa’s hand on the small of your back, urging you to bend over. 
“Why don’t you show our Joong what that pretty mouth of yours can do while I fill you up, hm?”
You barely have enough time to nod your agreement before Hongjoong is unbuckling his belt and freeing himself of his constraints. You nearly salivate at the sight of his cock, red and wanting. He grabs your hair and pulls, tugging you forward as much as he can with Seonghwa’s bruising grip on your waist keeping you in place. Tears prick at your eyes but it’s as pleasurable as it is painful, and you take him into your mouth eagerly.
The head of Seonghwa’s cock teases your folds before he finally pushes forward into you. He starts moving at a slow, torturous pace, pulling out of you before slamming right back in. Each thrust propels you forward, forcing you to take Hongjoong deeper into your mouth. You feel so full, so used. It’s incredible.
“Look at her,” Hongjoong coos, staring down at you. “Look at how well she takes us.” 
Seonghwa just groans, grinding into you so deeply that you have to choke back a moan around Hongjoong’s cock. He’s gotten quieter, his thrusts sloppier, a telltale sign that he is losing himself in his own pleasure. Meanwhile, Hongjoong’s grip tightens around your hair, guiding your head back and forth on his length. Each thrust cuts off your air supply, making you see stars.    
Seonghwa’s hand snakes around to your front, fingers finding your swollen clit. You moan again, and Hongjoong echoes you as the vibrations travel up his cock. 
“Shit,” he curses. “So fucking good.” 
Seonghwa’s thrusts grow increasingly erratic and you hear his breath hitch; instinctively, you clench around him, and he spills into you. His release sends you spiraling into your second orgasm of the night, walls fluttering around him as you milk his cock of every drop. 
Hongjoong pulls out of your mouth not long after, squeezing the base of his shaft to prevent himself from following the two of you over the edge. The second Seonghwa steps away from you, he is taking his place, forcing himself inside of you before any of the elder’s cum can drip out. 
“Hongjoong,” you gasp, nearly falling forward from the force of his thrusts. Seonghwa maneuvers himself so that he can support you, holding you in his arms as Hongjoong pounds into you with bruising force. 
“Gonna fill you just like Hwa did,” he growls. “Make you mine. Ours. You’re ours.” 
“Can’t… can’t…” Words escape you, your mind going blank. 
“Yes, you can,” Seonghwa says, stroking your hair. “You can take it. You can come for us one more time.”
His voice is comforting, but you also hear the command in his tone. You choke out a sob, nodding weakly as Hongjoong guides your hips back against him again and again. You can feel another orgasm coming on already, the coil tightening in your stomach. Seonghwa continues to murmur words of praise, stopping only to pepper kisses along your heated skin. 
The coil snaps and you cry out as you come undone, Hongjoong’s cock still buried deep inside of you. His hips stutter and he curses, his warm release mixing with Seonghwa’s. He slowly pulls out and you can feel as some of their cum trickle down your thighs. You collapse against Seonghwa completely, no longer able to stand on your own two legs. 
You feel light-headed and blood pounds in your ears, muffling the cheers you assume are coming from the crowd. You’re too far gone to be embarrassed, and a lazy smile tugs at your lips—the three of you surely gave them the show of a lifetime. 
Suddenly, you feel heat lick at your skin, and you snap back into yourself fully, cringing away from it. Your eyes focus, and you see Hongjoong flicking a lighter open and closed, open and closed.  
“There’s our girl,” he remarks. He brings the lighter to your skin again, just close enough for you to feel the heat of it without it burning you. “I think we were a bit rough with you, precious. You were totally out of it, shivering and everything.” 
Seonghwa is behind you again, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. You press further against him, squirming as the heat tickles your skin. 
“Back with us?” Seonghwa asks.
You nod. “Yes, yes, I’m fine.” 
“Okay. Hongjoong—enough.” 
Hongjoong stops immediately, flipping the lighter closed with a tsk. “Fine. It’s gonna get hotter in a minute anyway.”
Now that you’re focused, you finally hear the shouting and crashing coming from below. The very people who were just watching you on stage are now rioting, destroying the warehouse and everything in it. The cameras, the bar, all of your hard work—now there is just destruction, everywhere you look. 
You shoot up, hurriedly dressing yourself so that you are no longer the only one naked as panic begins to take hold. “What’s going on? Seonghwa, Hongjoong, we need to—”
You waver on your feet, nearly tripping. Luckily, Seonghwa catches you. “Calm down, it’s okay,” he says, hushing you. “This is all part of the plan.”
Hongjoong gestures to the crowd, pointing out some things you missed. “See how some of them are drenching the place with gasoline? We’re gonna light it up.” 
Maybe you’re still delirious from your multiple orgasms, but you are having trouble understanding what the two of them mean. “Why? I thought… I don’t know what I thought.”
“This was all a distraction,” Seonghwa explains. “The club, the livestream, us putting on a show. We did it so that all eyes would be on us, and all the badges would be wasting their resources trying to find our location.” 
You nod slowly as the pieces begin to come together. “So, while I was setting all of this up…”
“We were out there. Planting bombs at some of the biggest tech headquarters in the city.” Hongjoong smiles, spreading his arms wide. “Our coup de grâce, just like we’ve been saying.” 
Despite all of your suspicions, this is something you never would have been able to guess. Before you can even begin to truly comprehend the magnitude of what they’ve done, sirens pierce the air. Everyone screams and begins to run out of the warehouse. Seonghwa grabs your hand, and nods to Hongjoong. “Now!” 
Hongjoong throws his lighter to the ground below and flames erupt instantly, devouring everything in sight. Luckily, most of the crowd has already escaped, and you feel confident no one should get caught in the aftermath. Still, it’s pandemonium, and smoke fills your lungs as Seonghwa pulls you closer, shielding you with his body as he hurries toward the nearest exit. 
Hongjoong follows after you, but lags behind as he keeps looking over his shoulder at the fire with a sadistic grin on his face. “That’s how we do it,” he yells, voice barely audible over the blaze.
“Get yourself together,” Seonghwa barks. “We need to get out of here before the cops realize what’s going on and find us.” 
Suddenly, Hongjoong trips, his foot catching on some loose debris. Seonghwa reacts instantly, yanking him back to his feet and throwing an arm around his waist. The three of you continue onward as the heat of the fire licks at your back. You crash through one of the exit doors, and stumble away into the night, disappearing into the sea of masked faces. 
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All across the nation, devices light up with the same headline: “City in Chaos as Blazing Inferno Distracts from Large-Scale Bombing of Tech Giants.”
“Nation-wide manhunt underway. Suspects Kim Hongjoong and Park Seonghwa believed to be connected to an underground criminal group called The Black Pirates…” 
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