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One day, Phil wakes up and finds a young child outside his door (around seven years old). He takes care of the child, introduces them to the twins, and Wilbur quickly becomes bored with the situation. He realises that due to the significant age difference, they don’t have much in common. However, Techno becomes very attached to the child, to the point where Phil thinks, “This isn’t normal.” Phil tries to keep them apart, but even that doesn’t work. While Phil is distracted, Techno takes Tommy and they become mates
Kinks: Belly bulge, bites, a lot of cum, rut, mating ritual
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Philza blinked in the sunlight.
Then he looked down. And there was a child, their hair was matted and dirty, brambles had been caught and twirled in each curl, with wide, teary eyes as blue as the sky on a clear day.
Phil nearly tripped over himself as he took one step out of the threshold of his home. He bent down, looking over the child that could not have been over six years old.
“Hi, mate.” Phil spoke softly, not daring to raise his voice or touch the child- lest he scare them off. “Hi.” The child mumbled, hurriedly glancing away from Phil. “Do you need any help? Do you know where your parents are?” He questioned, tilting his head as if to entice the boy to speak.
“My Mommy is gone. D’ you know where she is?” The boy picked at his dirty nails. He had clearly been alone for a long time, as his body and face lacked most of the baby fat you would find on a child their age.
Phil shook his head lightly. “Maybe I can help you find her?” The boy moved his fingers towards his mouth, aimlessly chewing on his nail bed. “She’s hurt, a little bit. She didn’t move.”
Oh.
“Really? When did you last see her?” Phil asked, even though he knew this answer would be as grim as the last. “Before I was seven.” The boy whispered.
“I’m sorry, baby. If we get you cleaned up a little, maybe we can go look for her again? Together?” Phil offered him a hand, which the boy took gently, and led him into the house.
“What’s your name?” Phil tried to get information from the boy again, he twisted his lips when the boy looked away from him, ringing his hands.
“My mommy says that I shouldn't give my name to strangers..” the young boy whispered, the tears in his eyes returning as he looked up at Phil.
Phil cooed and picked the child up, placing him onto the kitchen island countertop. “It’s ok, your Mum will understand that I’m here to help you, ok?” Phil brushed a little muddy curl behind the child’s ear, and out of their face.
“..Tommy.” The child mumbled into Phil’s sleeve after a moment or two.
Phil grinned. “Well, Tommy. Would you like anything to eat?” He turned towards their fridge, pulling the handle to look at the plethora of vegetables, fruits and other food that he had stored in their large fridge.
Tommy nodded his head eagerly. Phil decided to make him a simple sandwich, he was clearly too hungry to be picky. Phil would find out what he liked and disliked later, right now his only priority was making sure he got a bath and was fed properly.
In that moment, his two sons, twins, yet now polar opposite in looks and behaviours as they had reached adulthood, stalked down the stairs. Predictably, Wilbur came first, dragging his twin, Technoblade down the stairs after him.
Wilbur grinned, one that Philza had pinned long ago as being a victorious grin. “See! I told you! Dad is talking to some kid!” He exclaimed, pointing at Tommy- who was already looking rather nervous.
“Wilbur.” Phil tutted, before turning back to Tommy and striking his hair to calm the child down. “These are my two sons, Wilbur and Technoblade.” He gestured towards them.
Tommy leaned backwards from behind Phil, and smiled sheepishly at the two. “Hi.” He said quietly. Wilbur chuckled, giving a little wave back and letting go of Technos hand to do so.
Techno’s eyes grew wider as he looked over the boy. Underneath all that dirt and grime- he saw golden hair. His piglin tail began to swish slowly, wrapping itself around his calf. Wilbur elbowed him lightly in the ribs, his lips parting in a grimace.
“ Wait . He really is just a kid.” Wilbur squinted his eyes, looking carefully at Tommy as the boy blinked back at him. “How old are you, mate?” Phil brought the easily distracted boy's attention back to him. Tommy’s face twisted for a moment. “Seven. I think.”
Wilbur rolled his eyes and groaned petulantly. “Phil, you really couldn’t have snatched up some kid closer to our age? I’m pretty sure an eighteen year old can’t be seen hanging around with a seven year old.” He snarled, piglin tusks peeking from behind his lips- as no matter how much he had shaved them down to look as different from his twin, they always seemed to grow back as quickly as they had been filed
“I didn’t snatch any child, Wilbur.” Phil shook his head disapprovingly. Technoblade stood silent, glancing at the young boy who was swinging his dirty, scraped and bruised legs lightly. “Tommy has lost his parents, and we’re going to have to help find them, right boys?” Phil encouraged an enthusiastic response.
Wilbur rolled his eyes once again. “Whatever. C’mon, Techno.” Wilbur dragged Techno back up the stairs like they did when they were children, huffing angrily as he did so. Techno kept his neck turned towards Tommy, looking at the young boy with an odd emotion that he had never felt before until it was physically impossible to look at his rounded face and puffy cheeks anymore.
Phil sighed and shook his head for what seemed like the hundredth time since Tommy had stepped foot inside his home. “I’m sorry, mate. Wilbur is very stubborn, like his mother. He’ll just have to relearn some manners and get used to someone other than him getting attention.”
Tommy laughed at that. It was loud, sure, but it was beautiful. Phil quickly found himself laughing along with the child.
After they short laughter had died down and Tommy finished his sandwich, Phil asked the question that he had partially been dreading.
“Tommy, would you like to have a bath? It’ll be warm?” He tilted his head. Tommy nodded eagerly. The muck that had been sticking to his hair for days became itchy, and he was sure that the sticks caught in his hair had scratched at his scalp.
As Phil ran the bath, he helped Tommy strip off his ragged clothes, checking the temperature of the water as it filled.
Tommy lightly dipped his fingers into the water, swishing them around. When small bits of dirt affected the water colour in the area Tommy had put his fingers into- Phil realised he would probably need more than one bath.
He gently helped Tommy into the bath, anxiously checking that the temperature would not scald the boy, however Tommy looked rather comfortable as he settled into the bath, the water around him swaying and turning from translucent to murky within a minute of the young boy sitting in it.
“I’m just going to start washing your hair, is that alright?” Philza asked, holding the shampoo bottle in his hand. Tommy nodded, his eyelids halfway drooping.
Phil chuckled at that, lifting up Tommy’s chin slightly to scratch at the top of the boys hair, his long talons working through the worst of the knots.
The door was slightly ajar, but it was hard to see out into the now dark hallway from inside the brightly lit bathroom.
Techno watched in awe outside the door as the young boy leaned into his fathers hand, golden hair being further revealed as more grease, dirt and grime washed away.
Philza had to run a second bath, the water had gotten too dirty and would no longer make Tommy any cleaner. He held Tommy close as the water filled once again at the same temperature.
He stayed in his crouch position to easily check the temperature with one elbow while his other arm held Tommy tightly to himself, hoping to give the wet boy some of his own body heat.
Techno made a quiet happy rumble in the back of his throat when Phil did not think to cover the boy with his wing, watching as Tommy slumped against Philza’s shoulder, his tiny, thin waist being hugged by Phil’s tight arm.
He looked over every inch of his body- from his bare and open neck, thin arms, tiny waist, round, plumped ass and of course- a pussy.
Techno felt all his blood run to his crotch the second he saw it. The boy could be bred - mated with. His to have and to hold for however long he wanted too.
He imagined the small boy, enveloped in his plethora of animal furs, blankets and quilts- face flushed and teary eyes, golden hair gleaming in the sunlight along with his fresh mating scar.
In his bed.
Surrounded by his gold.
Listening to the inevitable soft sounds the boy would make- his soft crys , his moans-
“Techno? Techno, are you there?” His dad called out. Panicking, Techno took a few steps back and opened his bedroom door, making it sound as if he had just stepped out of it. “Yeah?” He shouted back. “Could you grab Tommy some of Wilbur’s old clothes, please?” Techno made a faux disgruntled rumble, however he knew he was more than pleased.
The clothes would be swimming on Tommy- making the boy all the more desirable to the young piglin, who was quickly approaching his mating cycle.
Techno practically crashed into Wilbur’s room- his pink hair unruly and wispy as the door swung air into Wilbur’s crowded room. Wilbur startled from his bed, sitting up right away.
His shocked expression melted into a smug smirk once he saw his brother's expression. “What’s got you into a rut, little brother?” He said smoothly. Techno barely blinked at his obvious discovery. “Clothes. Now.” He grunted.
“Fine, fine.” Wilbur huffed, throwing his duvet off himself and dragging his feet towards his wardrobe, clothes were piled on top of eachother in a haphazard mess, so he didn’t bother to look for anything suitable for a seven year old child. He simply pulled a sweater and some sweatpants from the pile and threw them in Technos direction while mumbling- “Here, take them.” And “Get out.” Before resigning back to his cocoon of a duvet and a heap of blankets.
Techno once again stumbled from Wilbur’s room, his balance surprisingly regaining its equilibrium once he took a deep breath.
He was about to face his golden boy, he couldn’t be a flustered blushed mess.
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Tommy would often sit on Technos lap, much to Phil’s disdain and complaint, and he would wriggle around a lot causing Techno to get painfully hard on multiple occasions
Phil leaves the house on immediate business for one day, and on this very timely day, it is the time of a mating cycle/rut (whatever you want to call it in my head it’s just like piglins r in heat or something idk)
Wilbur is too caught up in pleasing himself that he does not realise that down the hall Techno has marked Tommy as his mate and is stuffing the boy full of his cum 😊 during his rut 😊 and obviously of course technos dick is so big that it creates a belly buldge that tommy presses down on causing techno to orgasm multiple times 😊
when phil returns, he finds tommy and techno in bed, Tommy leaking and covered in technos cum, with a mate mark on his neck and bites on his shoulders and this is all to his utter horror because Tommy is seven and techno is ten years older than him 😊
and also the fact that tommy is probably pregnant from this
anyway this request was jepic lol