AO3 Mcyt Smutshots

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

This story was not created by me, it can be found in AO3. If you need help making an account I will help!

Includes rape? 😔 also this is very long I'll try to find shorter ones the next is pretty short lmao

Creator: iamleavinggg
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

His feet landed soundly on the ground, flinging dirt in his frantic wake as he ran.

Every footfall was followed by twice as many from his attacker. His once 50 foot lead now shrank to less than 10. How he had managed to lose it that quickly was a mystery to even himself.

A root caught the toe of his boot. Techno stumbled, nearly losing his footing on the leaf-strewn ground. With this fatal stumble, his attacker gained all the upper hand that he had needed.

A harsh shove to the back flattened Techno onto the earth, his elbows making contact first. A rock that had been hidden by yellowed leaves stopped his knee, causing him to let out a low groan of pain after his initial shout of surprise.

A low chuckle rumbled from low in his pursuers chest, a knee pressing hard into his back to keep him down.

Techno felt the other gather both of his wrists in on of their hands, yanking them back. Techno's sweat and dirt streaked face was lifted from the earth as he panted heavily, adrenaline from the chase still coursing throughout his body.

He let his head droop in defeat, readying himself for whatever fate awaited him.

In his attacker's hands, it was sure to be a slow demise.

"The fallen king." his pursuer cooed, confident sneer evident in his tone.

"Fuck you." Techno rasped, his throat dry and scratchy from what seemed like hours of running in the heat.

His attacker tsked at this, bringing his hand to Technoblade's hair, digging his fingers deep into the shoulder-length pink strands and pulling hard.

Technoblade gave a surprised grunt at this, his head thrown back to avoid the dull pain on his scalp.

And yet, despite his initial pain at the pull, he couldn't help but feel a rush of heat pooling low in his stomach.

Goddammit, not now of all times.

The man behind him gave a triumphant laugh, his breathing somehow steady despite the long pursuit.

"Technoblade, what am I going to do with you?" he asked endearingly, his voice condescending and controlling.

"I could make you beg for your life, screaming for mercy at my hands."

"I could break you, push you to the very edge until you feel like death would be the only resolution to your pain."

"Or," he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to Technoblade's ear in a low whisper,

"I could fuck you into the ground until your thighs are shaking, body spent. You'd be screaming my name, over and over, begging for it to stop."

Techno felt a low tingle of fear at this. And yet, even though the man's words were clearly threatening, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal.