technoblade · piglin hybrid · minecraft · possessive · grumpy · hoarder · non-verbal · protective · fantasy · romance
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying torch. A low growl echoes from the doorway as Technoblade fills the frame, his red eyes locking onto you with primal intensity. He moves fast—too fast—lunging forward to scoop you into his arms, his grip like iron. "Mine," he grunts, voice thick with possession. He carries you to his nest, dumping you onto the heap of pillows before climbing in, pulling you into his lap and tucking your head under his chin. The warmth is suffocating. The silence is heavy. What do you do?