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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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Mafia!Techno x reader

On my lap, now

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, exhibitionism, murder, guns, chasing kink, swearing.

“On my lap, now.” He barks putting his cigar out, his darkening eyes glaring at the grin tugging at your pretty lips. Your satin blood red nightgown that fits against your body oh so deliciously, has him stuck in a trance. Almost forgetting what you did.

“Hmm,” you tap your chin with your index finger pretending to think.

“Bijuteria mea, don’t. You. Dare.” He stands from his seat eyes so dark you could hardly see the colour anymore.

“I’m good.” You blow a kiss your husband’s way before darting out his office and practically running to the in-house elevator. You hear his heavy footsteps behind you praying the doors shut before he gets to you.

And they do, shutting right in his pissed off face.

You bite your lip closing your eyes, the imagine of that pissed off face. That fucking gorgeous pissed off face. Letting your hand fall down slipping it under your short night dress, you rub at your throbbing clit knowing full fucking well that your husband will have gone to the main floor to see the elevator cctv to see where you’re going.

And of course you know his security will be watching with him. You’re already in trouble so why not?

Two of his men stare at the wall hoping that the Mafia boss spares them as you moan and throw your head back. They flinch at the sound of the computer mouse being crushed in Techno’s hand. He flees the scene making his way to the 10th floor, where you went. He smirks getting in the second elevator pulling out his phone and speed dialling Phil.

“Where are you?” Techno grins when Phil confirms he’s on the 10th floor just as he thought. “Haos.” The boss says speaking his native tongue, the code word has Phil looking around him. His heart rate picking up until his eyes land on your figure flitting passed him, with a shake of his head he tries his hardest to suppress an amused smile.

You completely ignore the men and women around you, they do the same to you. How could they not? They valued their lives. The last time someone laid their eyes upon you that wasn’t Techno or Phil, they got a bullet between their eyes. You know Phil is following you and you know exactly how to evade him, you’ve played this game before you know every inch of this building.

Slipping into a ‘closet’ Phil smirks thinking he’s got you now. You push the wooden planks out the way and make your way into a crawl space pushing them back before going to the next room which funnily enough is where elevator number two is. You give everything a once over and spot the most beautiful sight.

Your husband on the hunt for you, turning the corner to where he thinks you are. Back in the elevator you go, straight to the place you started. The penthouse.

Sauntering towards the kitchen you pour yourself a glass of wine and sip, letting the pleasant burn of alcohol consume you. The ding of the elevator has your eyes flicking up. Each footstep has your breath hitching, cunt throbbing.

And there he was, panting like a dog through gritted teeth. His eyes not moving from yours, even when he makes his way to you.

You have another sip of wine, finishing it off, trying your hardest to ignore the feel of his breath on the side of your head. His large tattooed hand wraps around your wine glass gently pulling it away, you don’t flinch when he flings it across the room. It shattering against the piano sitting innocently in the living room.

“I thought you’d remember from last time,” he starts his voice rough as he turns your head to face him with his index finger. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Now I don’t know what has gotten into you today but-“

“This is your fault.” You have the audacity to cut him off and with that response too.

Techno had a very important meeting today

But you’d been feeling a little neglected lately with all the work he’d been doing for this meeting, regardless of the fact that he missed you so much every night for the past week he slipped himself inside you and held you while your cunt squeezed his cock so perfectly.

No, that was besides the point. You wanted your man’s attention and you knew exactly how you’d get it. Sure it wasn’t the smartest or the best plan in hindsight but who cares?

Techno kisses you goodnight so sweetly his hands on your cheeks, “I’ve missed you lately, I’m sorry I’ve been so busy. I promise to make it up to you, bijuteria mea.” He whispers against your lips. You decided, you weren’t gunna do it but three hours later you were bored and a little annoyed that this meeting was dragging on for so long.

So you slipped out of bed not even bothering to cover up as you made your way downstairs and into his office. The ‘oh shit’ from Phil and the anger on Technos face had you feeling empowered as you strutted toward your husband.

“Well hello there sweet thing.” Punz, Techno’s new business partner had his eyes all over you with no shame glistening in them. He of course didn’t know who you were or what happened to those who talked to you like he did and looked at you like he was.

You exchanged looks with your husband, he wasn’t happy. You however were loving it.

“And you are?” You asked batting your lashes at the man ignoring the noise of disapproval that rumbled deep in Techno’s chest as you leaned forward, both hands on the table jutting your ass out.

Punz grins, shameless once more as he admires you. Greedy eyes rolling over your body, over your breasts. You have to ignore the disgusted feeling when he licks his lips, eyes underlined with lust. You realise just how lucky you are to see love in your husbands eyes at all times.

Speaking of him, you were too busy digging a hole for yourself that you missed his chest rising and falling a little too quickly. Missed the feral look in his eyes, he was practically foaming at the mouth.

“Dragă,” his growl had one of his men whimpering pathetically, two seconds later that man was dead, a bullet through his skull. You watched the body collapse on the floor with slight shock, your eyes flicking to Techno who hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you came in.

He stood, his chair rattling and falling to the floor as he did. His body was behind yours before you could blink, arms enveloping you, his nose dragging along the side of your throat inhaling sharply. “Mmmm,” the gravely hum exerting from him had you clenching your thighs together, “Dacă crezi că scapi cu asta, te înșeli amarnic.” You whimpered at the dark chuckle that followed words you didn’t understand. But you knew they weren’t good by his tone.

His hand slipped down underneath your dress right where you wanted him pressing the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit and in turn you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you relished in the feeling.

“Technoblade,” you could of sworn you heard a little fear in Punz’s voice, “she’s-“

“Mine.” Techno snarled, slipping his fingers inside you, pumping and curling slowly. Everyone in the room looked everywhere else, never at you. Well except for one, Ben the new guy. Techno noticed and raised his gun pulling the trigger while you rutted your hips against his hand.

“I didn’t know.” Punz shook his head, but Techno tilted his with a look of loathing plastered on his face.

“You had to,” Punz stood with another shake of his head only for Phil to push him back into his seat by a hand on his shoulder, Punz looking up at the Mafia Boss’s second watching him move away stepping over the dead bodies he knew he was soon joining. “Every single fucker on the planet knows who she belongs to.” Techno pulled the trigger just as you gushed all over his fingers.

A game of chase later. You were pouting in Technos face with a glint of liar in your eyes. “Bijuteria mea, this is what’s going to happen. You’re going to be on our bed naked in the next ten seconds or I will fuck you where ever you are when the time runs out. If you think I care who sees, you’re mistaken. I don’t mind killing a few of my men if it means I get a taste of your pretty cunt. I think I’ve already proved that.”

The second ‘one’ passed his plump lips you ran.

You tried. You really did try, but he counted quicker. The top of the stairs was where he caught you, and the floor was where he ripped your flimsy excuse for pyjamas. It was positively sinful, him fully clothed and sheathed inside you it had your back arching, chest heaving.

God it was pure bliss the way he’s fucking into you so deep, you don’t pay attention to anything but that feeling. When the coil snaps and fireworks burst behind your eyes it’s so intense you don’t even register the gunshot, quietened by the silencer your dangerous husband had screwed onto the end of his firearm.

The body on the floor by the elevator door is completely ignore as more pleasure rolls through you. “That’s it, cum for me dragă.” Techno grunts out going harder until you go limp and docile. “There you go, that’s all you needed wasn’t it. For me to destroy this pretty little pussy of yours until your just a cockdrunk slut for me.” You moan louder the longer he talks. It’s too much when the tip of his cock slides against that spot.

“I can’t! It’s..too…I can’t.” You try your hardest to plead and beg but Techno tutted.

“You can. You’re gunna take all that I give you.” He hisses leaving open mouthed kisses across your breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth.

Techno loves you like this, dumb from his cock moaning and mumbling things that make no sense, all of them merging together.

Yesyespleasefuckrightthereohfuckyes-

The sweet burn of pleasure ripples across your form as his member drags across your velvety walls, his hard muscular stomach covered in your wetness. A groan slipping from his throat when he notices, “I’m addicted to you.” It was true.

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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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Vampire!Techno x reader

I look like her

Warnings: 18+, blood, death, compulsion.

“Are you kidding! You know exactly what doppelgänger means.” You frown looking at Dylan with exasperation in your eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me to begin with? I would’ve stayed the night.” He says shaking his head, annoyance underling the worry in his tone.

“I didn’t think you’d believe me.” You sighed rubbing your hands down your face.

“Well I do. And there’s no way I’m letting you stay here alone.” That won’t do.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” You scoff secretly hoping that he stays, you’d feel safer. You didn’t sleep at all last nice, kept the light on at all times and the door locked.

“Doesn’t matter, if there’s some creep in the walls of this place I’m not letting you stay here alone. We both watched The Boy together.” He says his voice getting higher pitched.

“Dylan.” You warn.

“And don’t give me all that Brahms is hot bullshit.” He points at you wiggling his eyebrows looking with fake disgust.

“He built.” You joked singing the 6 foot tall and super strong tune, managing to forgot the creepiness for a couple of seconds.

Dylan shakes his head with a small grin “Here.” He hands you his car keys, “go and get some food for us and I’ll make up a bed in one of the rooms.” He smiles softly waiting for you to take the keys, which you do.

Your fingers tap against the steering wheel almost hoping to transfer all your worries to the circular object. You shouldn’t have left him there alone if there was something, someone in the walls it was probably the stupidest idea you’ve ever had. You knew from the moment you left that you shouldn’t have.

After grabbing dinner you sped back to the manor trying your hardest to convince yourself that everything’s fine. But that reassurance didn’t last for long when you opened the door.

An ear piercing scream burns your lungs at what you find. Dylan unconscious on the floor, his body drowned in a pool of blood dripping from his neck.

“I didn’t like him.”

He looked so unremorseful it made you sick. This stunning, tall man dressed in what looked to be a slightly baggy white dress shirt from a different time, black slacks and expensive shoes. His face so sharp and so pale, the deep red eyes pierced your soul.

Wait. Red eyes.

“Y-You.”

“Y-You.” He mimicked with a chuckle, his slender figure circling yours. Like a predator circles their prey.

Your face contorts with a fury you haven’t ever felt before. It bubbles so deep within you that you think it’s going to make you explode. Before you can even open your mouth, the man whooshed in front of you, one hand on the back of your neck the other wrapped around the front.

The words disappear from your throat as he squeezes, his face getting closer with yours little by little until he inhales so sharply you see his nostrils flare. A deep husky hum emanates from his chest, it rumbles through you bringing your body buzzing to life.

His eyes flutter close eyelashes sitting prettily against his pale cheekbones and a second passes before those blood red eyes are back on you. Examining every inch of you. Your frozen in place when they meet your gaze, like something is stopping you from moving.

“You will forget who Dylan is and forget what happened to him. You will have no memory of him at all.” His pupils dilate with each syllable that drips from his plump lips.

Then the words pour out before you can stop them, “I will forget who Dylan is and forget what happened to him. I will have no memory of him at all.”

You have to blink a few times but for some reason you feel lighter, like a heavy weight had been lifted off of your chest leaving behind a gorgeous looking man in front of you.

“Don’t scream or try to run.” He says and you nod, you don’t mean to but you do. Your feet moving to follow him when he goes upstairs, “I used to live here.” He starts as if you asked, “this was my home during the Georgian era. It was rather beautiful, filled with lavish parties and beautiful dames. It was rather magnificent to be rich during those times.” He scoffs cockily.

He leads you into the master bedroom, your whole body freezes when he turns to face you. “Then I died,” your frown harder than you already had been, “well was killed.” He chuckles lightly as if it was a joke.

You want to say something but those words don’t form, the sentence is all jumbled. “They succeeded obviously, and the house was abandoned until your grandfather purchased it in the sixties. Ah the swinging sixties.” He smiles at the few memories drifting through his head.

“Then something happened, it was truly strange. You grandfather married someone, she was beautiful and kind. Her smile could light up an entire room. She was-“ his eyes turned dark, “she died. Vampire hunters got to her right after I turned her.” His hands squeeze together forming fists his anger swirling around the room.

You don’t notice it but your breathing had stopped, you couldn’t seemed to get enough air into your lungs. Was that your grandma? Vampire? Is she the lady in the picture.

“Breathe Sosia.” He orders and automatically you gulp down deep bubbles of air. “Good girl.” His lips pull into a small smile before it disappears, “Five years pass of your grandfather alone, until he meets your grandmother. She was a strong woman. I liked her. She too died. Rather sad, but your grandfather was left with your mother.”

You desperately want to ask how he knows all this, but you feel you already know. “And that’s all I’ll tell you for today.” He smirks at your unconscious pout moving toward you, his cold hand cups your cheek gently. “Now little one, off to bed with you.” He winks disappearing to clean up the body downstairs.

You instantly unwillingly obey, your mind reeling at all the new information buzzing around your head. You make your way to the bathroom and get yourself ready for bed.

Something, maybe a loophole somewhere allows you to pause outside of the dusty dark room. Your eyes finding the picture hanging on the wall, you notice something you hadn’t before.

Even though her face had been slashed you could still make out her eyes and lips, a little bit of her chin. The familiarity makes your breath hitch, a thud downstairs has you running into your room.

“I look like her.” The gasp slips from your lips in disbelief, you two looked exactly alike. That’s when it clicked, like a puzzle finally being finished. “Sosia.” Another thud downstairs, “doppelgänger.”

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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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Ok ok so you’ve got a lot of technos and they’re all just *mwuah*…but hear me out…military/special ops techno…like he finds you while he’s out on a mission and just decides to keep you! He’s like yeah you’re mine now…(low key it’s kidnapping but you’re not complaining)

Omg when I saw this ask, I was like now is his time!

Baker!Techno x reader

Pas de Français?

Warnings: 18+, slight NSFW mentioned, blood, guns.

It was thick and he felt disgusting, the smell of metal swirling with a hint of burnt flesh. Sweat dripped down his forehead letting him see how it changed colour once it mixed with the blood that covered him. The gun in his hand felt heavier, maybe it was the dehydration or maybe it was the blood on his hands.

His black boots were covered in sand, his shirt ripped and wrapped round his head to keep him a somewhat safe from the sun beating down on him. His kevlar was starting to stick to him with the amount of sweat that glazed his body.

He felt the incessant need to just stop, to drop everything and let the sand dunes swallow him whole instead of continuing to walk through the dessert.

Around thirty miles away you were facing an entirely different issue. Blood that was yours poured out from the bullet hole just above your hip.

“Son of a bitch.” You groaned looking down at the wound, your hand pressing against it firmly as you limped further into the dirt huts of an abandoned village. Your free hand scrambled to find something to help your wound. Anything.

Unfortunately you came up empty.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” The curses kept coming the more the blood kept flowing. Your vision was beginning to blur, you knew you didn’t have long. Your head fell back against the solid dirt wall that’s when you tasted it. You began to taste blood. It was metallic and salty, it made you choke.

The dehydration and blood loss was really starting to set in now, a man had appeared in front of you. His clothes looked ripped and bloodied but you could still work out that it was a military uniform. His face was too blurry to see, you couldn’t make it out. It was like your eyes were going in and out of focus similar to a camera.

“Awesome,” you breathed coughing a little, “I’m hallucinating now. Cool.” You laughed but it turned into a cough which turned into a cry.

Soon hands were on your face, cupping it gently. “Une fleur fanée parmi une mer de fleurs.” The man said with pure disbelief in voice, nothing could mask the incredulity. “Que fais-tu ici?” He was breathless. Anguish in his squinting eyes, that studied your figure so attentively.

Your red hands came up to grab onto his wrists with all the strength you had left, you squeezed; hard. As hard as you could, your breathing becoming heavier. You groaned with each breath, trying to communicate to the blurry man.

“Quoi?” He asked raising his eyebrows, the two hairy lines becoming clearer before they got blurrier. “Pas de Français?” He inquired gently leaning forward slightly. God it felt like your whole body was burning, his knee pressing on the bullet hole was horrible. The pain spread from the area to the rest of your body.

The man jumped back just as you screeched in agony, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t see-“ his breath gets caught in his throat at the words, at the thought of you dying, “the blood.”

They were the last words you heard.

He got over his panic just in time to begin his search through the dirt village, he managed to find a small set of tongs, a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a bandage. His legs carried him back to where you were on the floor, your heart beat almost nonexistent.

He managed to get the bullet out, sanitise and bandage the wound. He knew that he would have to get it cauterised as soon as possible, but right now his priority was getting the both of you to safety. He would find out what had happened to you after that, he’d keep you by his side from now on so no one could ever hurt you again.

You watched him contently as he hummed a little tune, pulling the freshly baked plum tarts out of the oven. His hair tied up in a small bun, along with his apron he usually wears a cold expression unless you are around.

Right now with you sat on the big reading chair, his AC/DC shirt wrapped around your body. He can feel your eyes on him and he couldn’t be more at peace as he swirls the marshmallow around the purply blue tart.

“une belle fleur dans une mer de fleurs fanées.” His smile reaches his eyes and he looks so happy it makes you smile too.

You can’t tear your eyes away as he wiggles his butt to the song blaring on the radio, it’s one of his favourites so upbeat and happy that it instantly sets the mood upwards the moment it comes on.

You don’t remember the last time you weren’t happy, sometimes you get fragments of the memories in that desert. But you don’t remember it, almost like it’s been stripped away from your memory and replaced with him. Your baker.

“Tec?” He hums in acknowledgment to his name being called, “what are we having for dinner?” He nods toward the oven, you didn’t even notice the home made pizza cooking away nicely. He had popped it in there earlier while you were munching away on a piece of honeycomb he had given you, his eyes roaming your face as you nibbled the sweetness. The way your eyes drooped and head lulled back against the seat.

He sighs pushing his thoughts away, its what’s best he knows that. You nod going back to your book with a smile, he loves it. Loves that you smile all the time, loves that it’s because of him. He never wants to see you the way you were when he first found you. The blood pouring out of the wound, had now turned into a scar that he kissed every time he made his way in between your legs.

Techno doesn’t want to think about his time in the military, the nightmares of the things he did still haunt him. Yet one look at you and it all goes away. He couldn’t let you go after he first saw you, all the voices in his head vanished the moment he looked into your eyes. He had to have you.

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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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Squishy’s MASTERLIST

Masterlist of upcoming fics

My Masterlist of reblogs

My Masterlist of what the Technos are doing

ONESHOTS-

Technoblade

Awesamdude

Dream

Georgenotfound

Quackity

JSchlatt

SERIES-

It’s just Business- Steve Rodgers x reader series

This Is Tradition - Technoblade x reader series

Before Dusk Begins - Ahkmenrah x reader series

REQUESTS

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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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Favours

Part 2

Teaser

Mature Content; 18+ NSFW

Warnings: fem!reader, nipple play, dirty talk, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, nicknames(baby, princess), dom!Zoro, teasing, creampie - rest tbd for when i finish the fic

a/n: OKAY so I redid this entire fic and its so much better now. I am shit at getting content out BUT I am hoping this little snippet will due until I get some more time to write

“I bet if I-” a smirk spreads across his lips as he brings his hand down to the front of your shorts, rubbing your aching clit over the fabric. “I fucking knew it, your soaking right through your cute little shorts, princess.” He lets out a hefty chuckle as you shy away from him, embarrassed by his words and at his discovery.

His large hand disappears into the front of your shorts, peeling your soiled panties to the side to gain access to your dripping folds. His calloused fingers swipe in between your folds gathering your slick only to bring it up to your clit and ghost over it. A loud whine left your lips as Zoro continues to tease over where you need his touch most.

“You’re so hot when you’re needy, I can feel that pretty clit throbbing under my touch. Want more, princess?” Hi breath was hot against your ear, he drags his lips from the shell of your ear down to that sweet spot on your neck again. Too stun for words your vigorously shook your head, silently begging him to do something about the ache in your core. Zoro pulls his hand from your shorts much to your dismay and backs away before falling to his knees. He gripped your hips and pulled you flush towards his face, breathing in your scent from over your shorts.

“Look at me, Y/N. I’ll stop if you look away, got it?” Your eyes shot open and met his gaze, his eye never left yours.

It was so dirty how he dragged your shorts and panties down your legs without once looking away, a small smirk dancing on his lips.

Without another word he mindlessly dove into your dripping cunt, swiping his tongue up and down your folds until he landed on your clit. Slow and meticulous licks left to your clit rendered you a moaning mess as he altered between licking and sucking your bud into his mouth. Absentmindedly, you let your head fall backwards, eyes fluttering close as you felt yourself slowly approaching your orgasm. Zoro pulls away from your core, clicking his tongue,

“Tch, too dumb to even follow orders now, are we?” To say he was displeased was saying the least, for all the times you’ve hooked up, you’ve learned to follow his orders. He never failed to reward you for it either. Your eyes shoot back down to his adorning a small pout on your face as you realized your mistake.

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Vampire!Techno x reader

A mess, that’s what it was.

Warnings: 18+, swearing, future NSFW. Building the dialogue.

A mess, thats what it was. A complete and utter mess, you’d pulled, poked, pushed, moved and ripped everything you could find. You found little things like a necklace, a ring and some old coins. But nothing really of value and nothing you recognised that linked to your family.

The necklace was quite pretty, it was a deep blue with a lady on it. You turned facing the mirror and clipped it into place, it dangled around your neck. You stared at the way you look with it on, you almost looked like a different person.

“Yo!” The second time today you’d jumped out of your skin because of your best friend.

“Up here Dylan!” You shook your head with a sigh taking the necklace off. Dylan walked in with his stupid face and stupid smirk, it quickly falls once he inspects the space around him.

“What the fuck did you do?” His forehead creases right where his eyebrows sit. A look of ‘are you crazy’ painted on his face.

“I was looking for something.” You roll your eyes leaning back in the spiny posh desk chair. You say the words like it explains why there’s holes in the walls and the curtains are on the floor.

“For what? What’s left of your sanity?” He says sarcastically, his fingers tracing the edges of the hole in the wall where you’d found the box; inside being the necklace.

“Ha ha.” You fake laugh with a dull tone, “I found some things that weren’t interesting and something that was.” You said causing his interest to pique. He always liked mysteries.

You stood from the chair and ushered him into another room, he looked around until his eyes landed on what you wanted him to see. A portrait of a man and a woman. The man looked mid to late 20s, a black suit graced his built figure.

The suit was decorated with gold patterns, it looked expensive and so did he. He was gorgeous, whoever this guy was he sure looked important. He had his arm around some woman, and that was the interesting part.

It looked like her face had been scratched out with a knife or something else sharp.

“The eyes are a little alarming.” You hadn’t even noticed. They were red. Blood red.

“That’s what’s alarming?” You ask disbelief and sarcasm dripping from your voice as you dismissed the eyes.

“Okay the scratched out face may be a little weird.” He says like it’s normal making your face contort, now you were the one looking at him like he was the crazy one. “Maybe this is your grandpa and grandmother and I don’t know maybe he got old and bitter and-“ he gestured to the scratching like his explanation was the obvious answer.

“I’ve never even seen a picture of my grandmother so maybe you’re right.” You raise your eyebrows brushing off the strange feeling tingling under your skin.

“I’m gonna go sort out the fucking mess you made.” He chuckles walking out of the room, it was only when you were alone that you noticed how dark it was. How cold the air around you was.

A shiver wracked through your body hairs pricking and goosebumps rising. Then you felt it, “Dylan?” You whispered, your nails digging into your hands “is that you?” A cold gust tickled your neck like someone had just blown on it.

“Sosia.” A gasp left your lips your whole figure flinching at the words that didn’t come from you. Everything within you wanted to turn around but you were frozen in place.

“Hey dickhead you gonna help me or what?” Dylan yelled from the other room and just like that the presence and your fear was gone.

You turned to find exactly what you had when you first arrived. Empty darkness.

“Sosia. Sosia.” You gazed down at the word you’d written in your Grandpa’s book as if it was going to make sense just because you wrote it down.

“What are you?” You frowned staring intently at the word. A part of you deep down wanted whoever whispered the word to burst through the door and explain. The other part said fuck that.

You had thanked Dylan for cleaning up the room and sent him home with a promise to see him tomorrow. Truth be told you didn’t want to be left alone, not after hearing what you heard. Not after feeling someone else in the room with you.

You lay in bed, your night gown clinging to your body, “A name? Grandma?” Frustration built up at the fact you didn’t know anything about her. “But what kind of a name is Sosia.” You scoffed getting out of bed and heading to the desk where you’d set up your laptop.

You typed in the words and hit search.

“Sosia. Noun. Italian?” Your eyes scanned the screen hoping for an answer, not that what you did find was helpful. “Double. Look alike. What the hell?” Those words weren’t useful and didn’t stand out to you in any way until you scrolled a little lower and found one that did.

“Doppelgänger.”

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SugarDaddy!Techno x reader

Isn’t that right Prada?

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Swearing. It’s @simply-vulpecula made me do it.

“Good boys who listen get to sleep in the bed, Isn’t that right Prada?” The little maltese yaps at you looking so happy, her tail wagging while she glances between you and the angry man behind her. His arms folded, his face contorted in annoyed pout.

“You keep pouting like that and your face will stay that way.” You snark stroking Prada’s head.

“Forgive me?” He licks his lips, taking a step forward, his eyes roaming over your smooth legs. Freshly waxed from this morning when you popped to the salon, you decided to get your eyebrows shaped and you were offered more treatment.

For free of course because Techno Blade’s mrs doesn’t pay for things.

“Forgive you?” You raise your eyebrows with a scoff and Techno grows rock hard, the bulge in his black slacks being ignored by the both of you.

He can’t focus on the laptop in front of him telling him that his rival is trying to by stocks in his company because you giggle and it’s so fucking cute. But his smitten smile drops when he sees you rubbing noses with Prada. Something so fucking adorable and yet he glares. He regrets it. The first decision including you that he regrets.

“Why should I forgive you?” You lift one of your legs up bending it so your lover gets a perfect view of your underwear. Versace, probably one of the most expensive pieces you own. It’s lace sown together in the shape of diamonds, he remembers being in the private dressing room and watching as you hooked the bra. His cock painfully hard when you twirl, hands smoothing over your exposed body.

“Because,” he swallows taking another step forward, the front of his legs hitting the wooden frame of the bed. His eyes flicker to the puppy who stares at him and tilts her head before she snuggles against you once more. His hands tense and untense, his jealously flaring along with his nostrils.

You’re so bratty and he loves it but it’s being directed at him. He’s not happy.

“Because what?” Your voice is tangled with so much attitude that he snaps. His mind reeling with everything he wants to do to you.

“You’re such a brat.” He groans thrusting up, “why?” He asks his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, a grin slips onto his lips.

He knows it’s his fault.

“Because I can.” Your giggle merges with a moan, your back arching. The large mirror that was fitted on the ceiling shows you your reflection. Your cheeks flushed red, sweat glistening on your skin, your hair messy and sticking to your forehead. Yet the man underneath you looks the same as he did this morning when he was working so sexily at his desk.

You feel him everywhere, he’s so deep you swear you see the outline of his cock inside you. Techno said that watching yourself be fucked is the hottest things you’ll ever see,

“you’re so pretty when you cum, you have to see it.” He sucked on your earlobe, both of you watching the construction men carry the massive mirror inside the new mansion. The architect shouting at some of the guys to hold it straight.

“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Techno’s nose runs along the side of your throat inhaling sharply.

Barking stops his thrusts “Prada.” You warn looking at the puppy whose chasing her own tail on the floor. She looks at you and sneezes. You coo and aww at the cute little thing.

“Pay attention babygirl.” Techno growls bringing your attention back to the mirror, his eyes bore into yours. He chuckles darkly when you clench around him. “That’s it” he thrusts into you again and again and again picking up the pace, he can’t help but say fuck it to the slow build he needed to feel you cum around him.

His hips slam against your ass, the room filled with the sound of skin slapping together and laboured breathing just adds to how hot you feel. Because fuck he was right, watching the way his cock disappears inside you on a repeat is the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

The way he throws his head back and groans. The stubble on his face adding to how fucking sexy he looks. “Your pussy always feels so good.” He’s breathless, “oh fuck yes.”

You feel the sweet sweet burn of the euphoric stretch that always comes with your sugardaddy’s big cock. You just about manage to moan out an apology before your vision blurs and tears streak down your cheeks. He feels so fucking good, with each thrust you’re pushed closer to the edge.

Your moans and his mixing together into the ac chilled air, his pace building dramatically, becoming more and more intense the longer he fucks you. It’s brutish and rough.

His swollen tip glides over the spot inside you, your body goes still and you can’t do anything except let it happen. And you do, you let the tsunami of pleasure crash into you it pumps through your viens absolutely demolishing what’s left of your attitude.

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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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Probably cause grandpa was a dick

A mess, thats what it was.

I look like her.

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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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Fireman!Techno x reader

I won’t ask a second time

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Techno is a fireman.

“Come. Here. Fenice.” It’s such a deep gravely sound that emanates from his enormous chest. It’s almost monstrous how big this man is, he’s pure unadulterated muscle. He towers over you, more than any person has before. It makes you feel so small, so little-and yet you feel so fucking powerful when this gigantic man is on his knees for you- “I won’t ask a second time.”

The colour of his eyes is almost gone, his pupils dilating and zeroing in on you. Your form hasn’t moved an inch, he doesn’t understand, he’s keeping you from moving, his gaze has you frozen.

But he doesn’t know and he scoffs with a shake of his head it tears his gaze away for a singular moment before he’s stalking toward you not faltering at all. “My little Fenice.” It comes out as a sigh, it’s none existant over the sound of his black station boots hitting the concrete below.

Your eyes dart around the area around you for exits, the bay doors behind you are shut, the nearest fire exit is behind the big red fire engine, and lastly the fire pole would take too long to climb up. Your husband may be big, understatement, but he sure is sprightly.

Your mind was spinning coming to a stop when his thick fingers curve around your ass, a sonorous hum sounding in your ears from the giant who had now lifted you up so you’re nose to nose.

“I hate repeating myself, Fenice.” It’s a grunt so feral you could have easily mistaken him for a caveman.

“But you-“ You try to defend yourself, you really do.

“Me? This is suddenly my fault?” His voice dropped an octave and you knew you made a mistake. The cold against your back pulls a gasp from you, then you notice you’ve moved. You were so busy staring into your giant’s eyes that you didn’t even realised he’d moved you against the big red fire engine.

The temperature of the metal is such a severe contrast to the heat of your husband, that alone had you moaning. “Let me in,” he grunts tapping the zipper on your jeans as he gazes into your eyes. All you have to do is nod and he’s ripping them, breaking the zipper as he pulls them apart some of the sheds still hanging from your legs but he doesn’t care. Neither do you.

Where he wants to get to is exposed, “just a little more.” It’s a crisp whisper that thrums through you and creates a throb between your legs. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties before giving them a tug and they break falling apart.

“Get you ready so I can sink my cock into you.” He breathes against the skin of your neck, his index finger tapping on your clit and suddenly you’re short of breath. You’re so exposed, and Techno knows how you’re feeling. Sometimes you forget he knows all you’re dirty secrets and desires.

He feels it, feels the throb in your cunt, sees the look in your eyes. He knows you’re excited by this idea of anyone walking in on you in such a compromising position. He loves you like this only wants your pleasure to heighten, so with another tug your shirt and bra are gone too leaving your breasts exposed just like the rest of you.

Techno groans at the sight of your chest, he can’t help himself leaning down to brush his lips against your nipple before sucking it into his mouth the same way he sucks on your clit. You have it memorised by now, how could you not? This man insists on eating you out every morning before breakfast to ‘build up his appetite’.

“So soft.” The adoring moan vibrates against your breast, the feeling is so fucking good almost as good as the feeling of one of his thick fingers gliding through your dripping folds. “Always so soft.” His tone is so loving it makes your heart ache.

“Please” it slips from your lips and Techno catches it so easily with his own. His tongue swirling with yours as he aims to make your lips puffy and swollen from his kisses. One of the many marks he likes to leave on you. Other than his handprints.

“I know,” he coos, “my needy girl,” his hand slipping from your slit to pull down his braces letting them fall, you hadn’t even noticed in all your hazy lust that your man was wearing his work trousers with braces on over his dark red henley. Your favourite combination, that alone had you letting out a whine. “I know what you need.” He always knows what you need.

Technos cock is already hard, and it’s glorious. You only get a glance of his swollen tip dripping before it’s buried inside of your hot cunt. The first thrust always feels like heaven, to be so perfectly sheathed in such a tight vice as Techno said himself, he couldn’t imagine anything better.

You felt him so deep inside you with every thrust he seemed to go deeper, his big hands firm on your hips as he fucked into you. Moans of his own mixing with yours, his head thrown back with a thin layer of sweat creating a shine on his beautiful skin.

Your eyes flutter close loosing yourself in the sweet burn of pleasure, it bubbles inside you, the heat rolling over your body in waves. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Look at you, such a dirty girl,” his gaze is locked on your hips grinding, moving against his, with his, “and all mine.” The grin on his face is almost sadistic, almost crazy, so very possessive. But it’s filled with such reassurance and certainty, that you’re his and he’s yours.

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DSMP reacting to you telling them "The moon is beautiful isn't it?"

Pairings: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, Nihachu, Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers × Reader

Click here before requesting, please <3

A.N: for those of you who don't know, it's a way of saying "I love you" in Japanese

❝ Dream ❞

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you mumbled as you layed down with Dream on his bed

The man raised an eyebrow at the ceiling and lets out a small chuckle "I can die happy..."

'Oh, he knows' you thought as you hid your red face into Dreams chest

❝ Georgenotfound ❞

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" You tell George, who was laying his head on your lap, enjoying the little head scratches you were giving him

The gears turned in the British man's head 'why were you asking this- oh wait' he interrupted his own thoughts as Dreams explanation passed his mind

Now knowing what you meant, he sat up and hid his face into your neck while mumbling a small "yes"

❝ Sapnap ❞

With a sigh, and much confidence, you took matters into your own hands

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you waited for an answer, but decided to turn to boy after not getting one

Sapnap, who was caught off guard, was hiding his very red apple like cheeks behind one of his hand

"Are you blushi-" "I don't know what you're talking about."

❝ Badboyhalo ❞

You smile up at your crush, no thoughts in your head other than him "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Panic filled your body as those words fell out of your mouth, but everything went away as Bad turned to you with a big smile

"Yeah, it's very pretty"

You let out a small sigh, thinking he didn't know what it meant, but was surprised by the arm now embracing you into the man's side

❝ Quackity ❞

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you stutter out

Quackity turned towards you with a small smile "Yeah". You thought he didn't get it, so you decided to let it go, until "I love me too"

"yOu-"

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

After a long and exhausting day at a Mr Beast shoot, you and Karl finally had some time alone. And you decided to finally play your cards right

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you quickly turned to him with a sweet, yet nervous, smile

Karl turned you around, embracing you from behind and hid his neck into the back of your shoulder

"I..I..you can't do this to me, not when I'm tired" he said flustered, you could only giggle

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you pushed the words out with the little confidence you had

Wilbur took a minute to think "Hm, I think the stars are beautiful" [Basically he's "rejecting you]

The breath caught in your chest but before you could panic you felt his warm lips on your forehead "Kidding, stop looking so worried"

You just punched his shoulder very hard while letting out a small smile

❝ C!Technoblade ❞

You cherished every moment you passed with the piglin hybrid, and this one was no different

But it could get better if...

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"The moon as always been beautiful" Techno mumbled, a sign of a soft smile on his face

[A way of saying that he has always loved you]

❝ Nihachu ❞

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you cheered happily as you two walked in the cold streets of the city

Niki stopped in her tracks, her pink cheeks being stuffed into the scarf she way wearing as a way of hiding them "It's because I'm with you..."

Now it was your time to blush

❝ Eret ❞

As you and Eret were quietly chatting while leaning on the railing of you window, you looked up at the sky

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you didn't realized what you had unintentionally said, but ce back to reality when you felt a pair of lips on your own

"I love you too" Eret muttered happily

❝ Punz ❞

Punz always teased you and caught you by surprise and for once you wanted to be the one to do that. So in the middle of a conversation you just

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

"Uh- ehm- yeah- I mean- what was it??? Oh god"

He was flustered to say the least

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you quietly questioned Foolish, who was sitting by you while watching a movie

He turned to you as you said that "Huh?" He then turned towards the window "Yeah, very beautiful, wow"

Later his sister explained what you actually meant and he went full panic lol

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An inconvenience (NSFW)

hybrid!Technoblade x fem!Reader

tw: Hybrid sex, smut, heat kink, overstimulation, degradation

(enjoy my dogshit writing at 3am I'm a bit rusty)

Being a half piglin usually had more pros than cons, size meant he was always a head bigger than most, in strength and endurance Technoblade was second to none but when it came to combat he was revered. Though to the piglin himself on mornings like these he'd say otherwise. Cold mornings, he'd grown so used to them ever since retiring out in the tundra. Thick blankets of snow all year round, chilled winds -the blazing hot sun that made his room feel like a furnace.

"Why the hell is it so hot?!" he groaned to himself, switching his pillow around as a temporary solution to cool himself off but even after throwing the blankets off it wasn't enough. He groaned, dragging himself out of bed to the kitchen, food was a good distraction.

"hey look who's up" You managed to greet the piglin despite being tired yourself, rough morning for everyone Techno guessed.

"Ugh…please don't talk to me yet…I'm not in the mood for your antics" Techno rubbed his temple, getting up didn't make things better.

"youch…" You feigned hurt, pretending the piglin had stabbed you in the chest. "arck!….bleh" You fell on top of the counter tongue out as if you were dead, Techno's deadpan expression made it clear he was not amused. You quickly broke character to give him a smile, one that Techno found himself staring at for a bit longer then he'd like to admit.

You'd been living here ever since you needed shelter from warring countries, that must've been a couple years ago now but you stayed around, living in his guest bedroom. You were a relatively quiet roommate so he had no complaints, even if you did like to tease and joke, whether he'd admit it or not you were part of the family the day Philza said he liked you.

For some reason though, calling you a part of the family always left a bitter taste in his mouth. He didn't hate you, in fact he didn't understand the feelings himself.

"Where's Phil"

"Out, last I saw he was heading to the south-east portal…bags packed" You answered quickly and efficiently, no beating around the bush or formalities. He always liked that about you.

huh? What did he just say?

"why whatcha need him for?" You broke him from his train of thought, his head whipped around, surprised that you were no longer at the table and so…close. He could smell your vanilla scented shampoo, he joked once that you always smelt of cookies and he remembered how it made you laugh so hard you couldn't breathe. He could go on and recount more stories in his head before you said something his brain didn't quite catch.

"umm…sorry what did you say?" His eyes focused back in, why was he so distracted today? and when did it get even hotter?

"I said you look warm, you sick?" You stuck your hand out, feeling the temperature of his forehead for irregularities.

Your touch felt like heaven, cool and comforting. He had to physically restrain himself from leaning into your touch, but couldn't stop his tail from swaying side to side.

"Oh uh…n-not sure, was gonna ask Phil" He cleared his throat, opting to let out a fake cough to ease away from your hands. You frowned, worried about your friend that was so obviously in need of help.

"go back to bed Techno…you need rest"

only if you come with us…

Techno broke into a real coughing fit out of surprise, what the hell was going on?! You quickly stepped forward, handing him a glass of water to catch his breath, he sculled the drink without hesitation before pausing.

He had finally processed what you were wearing, it was one of his old shirts, clearly too big for you since it ended just above the knee. The off white shirt was slightly translucent meaning he could see you weren't wearing anything but your undergarments, it took a hard swallow and strength to pull his eyes away. Out of respect he kept them on the wall behind you, trying to ignore a sudden warmth growing under his midsection.

You always wore that in the morning, You always wore my shirt in the morning…oh god you're wearing my shirt…it probably smells like you now…I need it. A sudden urge to collect things put all the puzzle pieces in place, was it really that time of year? surely it was too soon.

"fuck…its spring isn't it?" He spoke out loud, you gave him a curt nod in response. "shit…fuck fuck fuck" He swore over and over, suddenly it all made sense. It was time for his yearly rut and Philza wasn't here to make a potion for him, he'd have to suffer through the worst time of his life till his friend got back to help.

But he wasn't a young piglin anymore, Techno knew he couldn't always rely on his buddy to fix up remedies for every problem he had. If Phil wasn't here to make it, he'd just make it himself. Everything he needed was in the basement anyway.

"I need to make a potion" He sped off towards the basement hatch, leaving you confused.

"w-what, now?" You followed behind

"yes" He answered, "now" Work would distract him, he could focus if it was work related. He almost jumped down to the basement level, eager to look through Phils research and find the potion he needed.

"Hey! wait!" You called out, climbing down the ladder as fast as you could. "Let me do it! you go to bed!" Your pleas fell on deaf ears, as Techno searched desperately for his fathers unorthodox potion-making book.

"looking for this?" You twirled the brown leather notebook between your fingers, flaunting it to the piglin, who's ears turned up in excitement.

"yes! That's it!" His excitement would almost be cute if you didn't care about his health at the moment. He reached out for the book, not expecting you to yank it away. "hey!"

"I'll make it…you go to bed, your eyes look dead…you need some sleep" you were dead serious about making this man take a rest, he had always been a workaholic and as far as you knew it was catching up to him.

"I don't need rest" He tried to take the book again, prompting you to move it back further. His expression flattened "I'm not in the mood for your jokes" You moved the book back, taking a step away each time he tried to grab it.

"ah ah ah…not so fast champ"

With each attempt his patience ran thin, he was already ticking time bomb and at any moment could become extremely aggressive, he didn't need you dangling his only hope in front of him while looking so…good.

He grabbed both of your wrists pinning them to the wall, caging you in with a sudden slam. You stared up into his ruby eyes that seemed to darken, his fur was fluffed out and his warm breath brushing your face.

"No more games" His words came out more like a growl, deep and intimidating-it shot through you like electricity until you felt it reach down below the belt.

Then as if nothing happened, Techno closed the distance. A rough and needy kiss finally shut you up, your eyes widened as your grip loosened, dropping the book on the floor. His hands went to your side, he memorized the feel of your curves while he could still think straight. His guilt for kissing you without permission quickly washed away the moment you grabbed his shirt to pull in him deeper and the way you wrapped your legs around his torso sealed the deal. He couldn't help the sigh escape his lips from the relief of finally having you in his arms. And when you pulled away to breathe he almost groaned impatiently.

"I'm guessing you weren't really sick…" You chuckled, trying to steady your breathing. Techno was quick to latch onto your neck, lapping and sucking your sensitive skin. He wanted to know if you tasted like cookies too. You leaned your neck to the side to let him have his way, nipping down lower and lower until your shirt got in the way.

"I'm sorry" He confessed into your ear, his breath made you giggle.

"for what?" You questioned before his claws tore at your shirt, tearing the piece of clothing off as if it were made of paper- leaving you exposed to the cold.

"h-hey! I liked that shirt"

"god… I'll get you more" He was quick to work his way down your collarbone, in between your chest and midriff. leaving kisses anywhere he could reach, but you felt conflicted. On one hand Techno was like family, you're sure if Philza ever found out he'd freak but on the other hand…

"I'll let you wear all my shirts…" He interrupted your thoughts, his claws nicking the back of your bra, discarded with the others. "just…please…let me"

Seeing him like this was definitely turning you on.

"let you what?" You smiled, trying to be a little cheeky -it was in your nature. But when he looked up at you with those hazy -lust filled eyes, you knew exactly what he wanted.

"Let me fuck you" He shamelessly asked, catching you off guard. "let me taste you, breed you, I promise I'll make you feel good"

You had to physically cover his mouth to get him to stop talking, you were already pink from excitement but his embarrassingly shameless words had you red all over, blushing and looking around like someone was listening.

"o-okay! oh god I get it!" You whisper-yelled, you uncovered his mouth to give him a sheepish smile. "yes! yes! now please stop talking!!!"

With your words of encouragement Techno went right back into what he was doing, his fingers went to work on your clothed clit moving in slow circles as he massaged and sucked your breasts. He could feel how wet you were through the fabric. He removed them, slipping them off and onto the pile of tattered clothes.

you squealed as with one quick movement he grabbed your thighs, lifting you up until your legs wrapped around his shoulder and neck. You got one last look at his hungry expression before pleasure took over, Techno dived into your sex too hungry to wait. His tongue worked its magic, rubbing circles around your clit and you leaned your head back, trying to grip the wall as your thighs closed in reaction.

He was quick to keep them open, loving every second you rocked your hips forward on to his tongue, begging for him to go deeper. How could he refuse? He tilted his head making it easier for him while his thumb abused your clit.

Your first orgasm rocked through your body like electricity, your back arched closer towards Techno and the only words you could mutter were a mix of pleas and curses.

"f-fUCK!" you screamed out, pulling Techno's hair while riding out your orgasm on his face. Techno commits your taste to memory, lapping up your sopping cunt leaving you a shivering mess.

He slung you over his shoulder without warning, taking you over to the desk. He wanted this to be more romantic but the piglin side of him needed to be in you now, so he at least wanted you to be comfortable. Using his other hand he slid all of Philzas' bottled ingredients, potions and books to the floor.

"oh god! Techno! Philza is gonna kill you for that!" You joked, giggling at the way his fur tickled as he nuzzled into your neck.

"I'll pay him back too" He was quick to wave off your concerns, wanting all of your attention to be on him when he filled you up. Your eagerness got the best of you as your hands raced to his pants undoing his belt and slipping inside his underwear to stroke his already hard cock.

"Let me help you too" You purred, looking up at his face to witness every reaction to your touch. He stared down at you, holding back the urge to rut in your hand and cover your face in his seed. He quickly grabbed your wrist, chuckling at your pout.

"I'm sorry princess, believe me I'm thankful for the gesture but I can't hold it in anymore…"

You watched him as he took off the rest of his clothes, showing you the full length of his member. You eyed the length, noticing your unease his attitude quickly shifted.

"I know I'm going fast since I'm in my rut right now but…if this is too much" His deep voice held so much concern for you it made your stomach turn in pure joy. And even though you wanted to continue, your curiosity took over.

"a rut?" You tried your best to seem level headed, ignoring the inherent need to just shut you up and fuck you. He looked away, embarrassed as if he didn't just spend twenty minutes eating you out.

"it's like…a heat…y'know…when animals gotta-"

"fuck?" You interrupted earning a little glare.

"mate" He corrected, making you laugh at his need to be so by the book all the time.

"hmm…" you pretended to look around, lost in thought "so…you wanna…mate with me?" his ears shot up, pupils blown out wide as his tail began to wag, you had to bite your lip to keep in your laughter at his adorable reaction. His ears once again flattened, as he shot you an unamused expression.

"we're about to have sex and you're making jokes…again" He groaned so you dialed back the laughter to wrap your arms around the giant hybrid.

"You like it don't you?"

Yes

You teased, turning yourself around to lie front first on the desk, legs spread for him. "you wanna fuck me?"

god yes

"maybe fill up my pussy?" you leaned back till his cock pressed against you. Techno blade said nothing as he inched closer, his body hovered over you -his hands placed on either side of you.

"I want that too"

Your words truly snapped something inside the hybrids mind as his claws dug into the table you could hear the wood splitting under his grip. He growled, low and reverberating like a feral animal.

shit…

With one quick thrust, all your teasing and cockiness went out the window as the peak of Techno's cock buried itself deep inside you. Tears began to form in the corners of your eyes at the sheer feeling of being so full and when he began to move the lines between pain and pleasure blurred.

"Oh g-god…T-Tech" Another hard thrust had your mouth hung open with nothing left to say.

"what was that?" He chuckled, his voice was a lot deeper with a darker tone. "maybe when I put my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours you'll finally shut up"

His thrusts were set at a brutal pace, slowing down only when he felt you were about to cum, picking up speed then repeating the pattern

"you take me so well" He praised in between thrusts, taking his time to watch how beautifully you bounced on his dick. He continued to praise and degrade you, fucking the air out of your lungs every time you'd try to get a quick quip in.

"look at you, so dumb on my cock" His hand reached back down to abuse your clit to make any bit of pain melt into pleasure. "gonna fill you up like you wanted right slut?" The voices and his own thoughts began to mesh, saying anything that came to mind in his hazy state.

But he was too busy thinking about how good you'd look walking around with his seed stuffed inside you, one of his hands always wrapped around your waist to make sure you were nearby for refilling every hour or so.

The tightness deep in you had so many times that it hurt and you began to forget just how long your bodies were wrapped together.

"T-Techno...oh god, please.." you sobbed, but at this point he couldn't stop himself from chasing his high. His pace stuttered and with one final snap of his hips his seed filled you up like you were milking him for all he's worth. He finally stopped moving, letting his seed empty out continuously filling and spilling out at the same time, listening to your perfect little mewls and moans about how full you were already. Techno leaned down to catch your lips in one final act of mercy.

"You did so good" He kissed the back of your neck "j-just ten more minutes' ' he continued, almost embarrassed that he had to cum this long, but any movement felt like he could collapse. So for now he'd cherish this moment of peace before he had to tell you his rut wouldn't be ending for another two weeks.

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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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incorrect quotes because i haven’t done these in literally months

y/n: goodnight moon.

y/n: goodnight tree.

y/n: goodnight ghosts that only I can see.

y/n: violence isn't the answer.

tommy: you’re right.

y/n: *sighs in relief*

tommy: violence is the question.

y/n: what?

tommy, bolting away: and the answer is yes.

y/n, running after them: NO-

y/n: oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

phil:

phil: y/n, i swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

y/n: *Sips coffee from bowl*

y/n: english is a difficult language. it can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.

ranboo: You need to stop.

y/n: remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

techno: Stop romanticizing the past.

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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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dream calling techno to cash in that favor. cut to techno going "im occupied," hanging up and leaning in to kiss the reader. afterwards, he's just like, "oh shit dream's in prison lolol rip" reader is just like, "who cares" and kisses him again MSJDJDNJEJD i have too much rot in my brain can you tell

oh anon… your brain is so big. sorry this took SO long to write— enjoy some techno filth >:D

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. ˚₊ ꒱ c!technoblade x fem!reader

━━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ by SINWVRLD

warnings: afab, exhibitionism, on-the-phone sex, pet play (use of name ‘bunny’), breeding, dirty talk, slapping (not to face), belly bulge, degradation, praise, spitting.

“Look at you… So obedient, darlin’……”

Technoblade rarely ever gets time off, especially now that he’s starting the Syndicate. It consumes the majority of his day, and though he enjoys anarchy, there’s plenty of other ways he’d rather be spending his time.

One of those being as deep inside you as possible.

Your skin is flushed, sticky with heat as the man above you continues to snap his hips into you without a care. This animalistic side of him is one you’ve always cherished, quite literally drooling whenever the sexual urge to breed you takes over until all that’s left is a man who wants nothing more than to fill you with his seed.

He takes pride in claiming you as his own. There’s not much left in this world that he can have for himself, especially under Dream’s selfish dictatorship.

He was lucky to have you stumble into his lap.

A moan pulls quietly from your lips as his cock nestles deep enough to graze that certain spot, walls clenching around him. Your cunt is sopping, already overstimulated from moments ago when his tongue had been lapping at your folds.

“More—“ You manage with a whimper, head lulling to the side as he shifts his hips, every drag of his cock able to be felt as he finds an angle that allows him to thrust further than his previous one.

He chuckles darkly, eyes clouded over with lust. They watch your tits bounce with each harsh push of his hips, his hands trailing up your stomach in order to grip them.

Greedily playing with your nipples, he pinches them within his fingertips before his pager begins to beep.

“Seriously—“ He near on growls out, his rhythm faltering slightly as he leans down from the couch to reach for the device. You whine dumbly, squeezing your hands around his own to put pressure on the hardened nubs of your nipples again.

You know who’s ringing— He’s already made 10 calls tonight.

“Tell him you’re busy.” You finally find your voice as he presses answer, pushing the phone-like gadget up to his ear. He smiles cheekily down at you, keeping a slow and steady roll of his hips as he continues to move inside you carefully.

“I’m busy.” He’s quick to reiterate your words, humming gently when Dream’s voice echoes crankily from the other end of the line.

Already bored of not having his attention, you push your hips down onto his cock to get more friction. Techno gives you a warning glare as a result, removing his hand from your breast only to slap it lightly.

You gasp out in surprise, mouth staying parted as you look up at him innocently. He flashes you another grin, before thrusting his hips harshly just once.

It’s enough to have you squirming, pussy throbbing with need as he keeps focus on the call.

“You had a room filled with what?” You’re unable to hear Dream’s side of the call, only a muffled voice that’s far too insignificant compared to the feeling of Techno inside you.

You can feel how much he’s restraining, fighting the urge to fuck you silly with his frenemy on the phone.

Deciding you want exactly that, it doesn’t take long to manoeuvre his hand towards your face, pushing his fingers into your mouth to suck on lightly.

A flash of red flickers across his eyes, a telltale sign that you’ve awoken his darker side.

“Yeah, yeah— I’m not interested,” he’s quick to dismiss whatever claims Dream had been making, pulling his soaking fingers from your mouth quickly. He presses his palm against your stomach, shivering when he feels the indent of his cock. “I’m busy tending to my pet bunny.”

He doesn’t wait for the masked male to reply, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he begins to piston his cock into you once again.

There’s no stopping now, the pager carelessly tossed onto the floor beside you both as Techno cages you in with his body, lips brushing over your own. “Did my bunny enjoy that, heh? Keeping my cock warm on business calls like a little slut?”

Nodding your head is the best you’re able to give him, twitching every time his cock rubs against your clit. It’s swollen and hard by now, pressing deliciously against his dick whenever he drags in and out of you.

His skin slaps against the back of your thighs as he pushes your legs up, holding your hips higher so he can thrust as deeply into you as possible.

The new position has you seeing stars, hands reaching around you desperately for something to grab onto.

“Fuck—“ You whimper, barely able to keep your eyes open as he picks up his pace. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, hands caressing your body and gripping at whatever skin he can.

The sensation of everything he’s doing to you makes you head spin in the most delightful way, body warm and fuzzy as he mumbles an incoherent mix of praise and degradation.

“Pretty breeding slut— Gonna fill up my bunny bitch, yeah? You want that, princess?” He knows all the right things to say to get you to the edge, cunt leaking with slick at every word he directs at you.

His breathing becomes jagged, as do his thrusts, fingers moving from rolling your nipples to rubbing circles on your clit. The added pressure makes your toes curl, legs attempting to press shut until his other hand holds them apart.

“Ah, ah— Let me see your pretty pussy, darlin’…” His voice trails off, moving off your clit to slap your cunt harshly. The action makes you body jolt up the couch, a string of moans and whines of his name tumbling effortlessly from your lips. “Such a good, filthy pet. Maybe I should have let Dream listen to how good your cunt sounds when y’taking me.”

The thought of people seeing how Technoblade brings you pleasure arouses you much more than it should, your hands gripping to his shoulders as he presses himself on top of you. Your nipples rub against his bare chest, the extra contact bringing you straight to the edge.

Your stomach tightens before the coil finally snaps, thighs becoming sticky with your own cum as you release. Your walls tighten around his thick cock as you do so, stirring on his own release as he cums deep inside you, hips jutting as he fills you with his seed.

“Good girl…” He breathes out slowly, breaths coming out as pants as he slowly ceases his thrusts, lying on top of your shaking form to engulf you in his arms.

Your highs ride out until eventually his hips stop moving, enjoying the feeling of his cum dripping from your cunt.

It takes a moment of harsh panting and quiet whimpers before he begins to speak, kissing over your face as he brushes stray strands of hair from your damp forehead. “He called to tell me that he’s—“

He’s quickly cut off by your fingers pressing to his lips, leaning your head up to chase his mouth for a kiss. “I don’t care.”

He matches your smile with a grin of his own, pushing his body up to hold his weight before flipping you over. He’s quick to slap your ass, humming as he spreads your legs and watches his cum drip from your hole.

Swooping his head down, his lips part in order to spit on your pussy, rubbing it over your folds with his finger as you shiver. He smiles, manhandling your hips back into the air so your chest is still pressed flush against the couch.

He licks over your clit, growling when you push your cunt further onto his tongue greedily.

“You’re right— I don’t care.”

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ruby-soupforbrains · 3 years ago

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Alpha!Techno x reader

Heat.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, We *sigh* we’re idiots🤦🏻‍♀️

“How sad,” you coo, a wickedly sweet voice rising in your throat, you didn’t even know you could sound like this, “a big strong Alpha out there all alone in the cold.” A smirk plastered on your face when you hear the gut wrenching growl that erupts in to the freezing air while you’re warm inside.

His shirt wrapped around your body, you’re consumed by his scent, it’s almost enough to stop the heat rising in your throat. It’s currently sating the thin layer of hot sweat that’s trying to take place on your body.

“Omegaless.” Your upper lip curls with a snarl of your own, a certifiable giggle pushing itself out. One that has the now annoyed werewolf outside howling into the midnight air. You’re too deep to care, your mind swirling with all the possibilities what you’ve done with come with. They curl around you making you feel all fuzzy.

Techno paces on the porch outside, his loud and thundering footsteps have you questioning where the lightening is. You should know better by now, the wisp of a thought barely crosses your mind completely disappearing when your man speaks.

“I should have tied you to our bed sweetheart.” His growl burns your ears, “I should have forced my cock so deep inside that sweet cunt of yours, you’d be too dumb from it to even think about doing this.”

You practically feel it, jumping when his large thick hands land flat against the door. You press your forehead against the wood and for a fleeting second you falter at the images flashing behind your eyes, a twist of lime and ginger injected into your scent that has the Alpha outside inhaling deeply, his eyes glowing.

You blink it away, shaking your head and ignoring how you feel yourself changing because you do. You’d noticed it over the passed few weeks, Your breast firmer and heavier, your skin shinier, your muscles more tone, it seemed your body was improving itself. Techno didn’t even give it a second thought, he didn’t notice the signs of your body readying itself for him.

Not until you started with this silly attitude of yours, an agitated feeling grating at you, and he felt it through your bond. But he was too late and now he was outside in the cold, not that it had an affect of him, listening to you struggle inside.

He pushed his wolf away hoping to hold onto the last few threads of control, you’d never met his Alpha side before and if he thinks what’s happening is happening then right now is a very bad time for the meet and greet to take place.

“As if you could.” You huff, an almost drunk feeling pumps through your viens, it has you whimpering trying to fight against the deliriousness that is intent on consuming you.

“Omega.” You find your resolve weakening at the cavernous growl from the now angry werewolf outside leaning against the front door, it creaks from the force of his heavy body and you have to take a step to the side knowing if he puts the right amount of pressure he will pop it open like popping open a jam jar.

The confidence filled chuckle is harsh and belittling as he decides he’s had enough of you being so called mad at him.

He pushes against the door and like you had predicted it popped open, Techno catches a nail before it reaches you flicking it onto the ground and then you’re against his body in a tight hold that made it very clear, you weren’t going anywhere.

The second his skin touched yours you let go. You didn’t even want to but you did. Techno’s nose wrinkles when it presses against your scent gland, the smell he caught a glimpse of earlier was back and strong this time. Lime and ginger, a hint of vanilla in there too. It smells just like your pancakes.

You’re trying to not let the haze fall over you, trying so hard and Techno notices, closing his lips around your mark and sucking it into his mouth, the feeling snapping with each second until it pierces you like an injection. The side affects coming on instantly.

Heat claws it’s way up your body, from your toes to your legs to your torso until your eyes glaze over and all you want is him. All you need is his cock inside your spasming walls until you’re so high on bliss it’s impossible to talk back.

Your Alpha’s darkening gaze watches the change in you as he towers over your very needy form. He doesn’t know how he didn’t see it before, he doesn’t know how he didn’t pick up on it but as his wolf scratches the surface of his control once more he knows there’s more important thing to think about.

Like how you’re going to take every thick inch of him until the pleasure wracking through your body is so intense you can’t even form a coherent thought.

“Oh I’m gonna take care of you pretty omega.”

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