Techno's head has felt like spider silk all day, seeming to lose focus and time sporadically as he tries to complete his chores. If only he could remember what he had been doing...
Well, Dream is happy to oblige.
Dreamnoblade, Bottom Technoblade, mind control, loss of time, dubious consent, Techno POV
Techno had been struggling to stay focused seemingly all day, eyes drifting off and clouding up in short bursts no matter what task he'd been doing; From tending his animals to sorting his storage again, he seemed to be stopping to stare at empty space for hours on end.
It didn't make any sense, he had gotten a great rest and eaten. He'd even had his coffee. There was no reason to be so inattentive and dissociative.
And then he was blinking back to what he had been doing, staring down at the collar in his hands and the scraps of gold across his jewelers workbench with no clue how long he'd been dazed by the clouding across his mind.
Then he heard a quiet chuckle, blearily turning to find Dream, perched comfortably on a chest nearby.
“You… stealthy green nerd…” Techno mumbles, trying to remember why it was so odd to find the other man in his house. It felt like he'd been there a while.
“Now don't be like that, why don't we just go upstairs and hang out?” The hunter supplied pleasantly, and was done motioning to the ladder by the time Techno had stood from his chair.
The climb was short but oddly sluggish to Techno, hooves scraping the ladder rungs by muscle memory alone, and suddenly he was pinned face-first to the wall in his foyer.
“You've been acting strange today, Tech,” Dream purred in a concerned, soothing tone, contrasting to the firm hands on the ailing party's hips, “Are you feeling okay? I can make you some stew if you'd like to sit down…”
“I think I'm ok, don't have a fever or anythin.” Techno sighed, shutting his eyes for just a moment.
When he opened them again he was in Dream's lap, on the couch facing his low-burning fireplace, calloused yet exploratory fingers dipping below his clothes.
He could feel Dream's hot breath on his ear, voice still soft and genuine as he gently pulled Techno's tired limbs. Posing him in his lap.
“Don't worry about it, let's just get you comfortable and I'll worry about the rest, ok?”
He slipped a soft hand over Techno's eyes and after what felt like a heartbeat to the piglin, he was knelt on the ground between Dream's legs, an odd salty taste on his tongue.
As the fog lifted this time, he noticed things slowly. A spoon before his lips, empty. But Dream looked slightly flushed holding it, a dark look in his eyes with a flash of satisfaction behind it.
“Soup good?” He asked quietly, moving to put the spoon on the arm of the couch. The kneeling knight almost shut his eyes again as they followed the shiny object. But furrowing his brows and trying to see through the sluggish fog obscuring his thoughts, Techno noticed.
There was no bowl, no smell of cooked meat in the air. But Dream seemed to be sweaty, clothes ruffled and pants open. Techno's jaw ached a bit and he could feel the tenderness of his lips.
“Dream, what-” He manages to breathe before a hand obscures his vision and he's floating once again.
When Techno next meets reality, he can feel warm pleasure shooting through his hips, Dream's thumb rubbing his clit as three other fingers pump in and out of his hole. His clothes are entirely gone now, Dream still almost completely clothed. The fire looked like it had gone out hours ago.
“Dream! Wh- ah!” He yelps, eyes already starting to lose focus but the warrior bites his lip against the tides of magic over his mind. And then it clicks, and he almost wants to kick his co-conspirator in the nuts.
“I was trying to work, Dream!” Techno groans, head dropping back onto the other's shoulder. No wonder he'd been so exhausted, why so much of his memory seemed obscured. “All day, all day! You horny loser!”
“Shhhh…” The hunter soothed, nibbling on the others ears. “Just go with it~”
The cheery suggestion makes the pulse of magic hit even stronger, jumbling every thought Techno had as his body shakes, and making the pleasant friction blanket his senses in static.
Next is a pounding rhythm of red-hot pleasure, the cock in his cunt already pumping fast and deep. It felt like he was going to shake apart, sore limbs wrapped tight around his companion.
When had he been turned around and put on his back? Were they in a bed? It was so hard to concentrate on anything but the burning ache of who knows how many orgasms.
“D-Dream, please-” Techno gasped, hair fanned out on the bed and sticking to his skin. “Please, gonna-”
“Just drift off, baby,” His eyes looked like acid, swirling with unnatural light. “I've got you, you're doing so good for me.”
Techno felt his eyes roll back, back arching as what felt like his third orgasm hit. His only coherent thoughts were how good he felt, looked, sounded, was being. None of them felt like his own.
His next moment of clarity was sharp, pulling a strained groan from his throat as Techno felt the hot cum in him being fucked in further, dripping out around Dream's still-hard cock. He felt so full, so tired.
“With me, honey?” The hunter whispered against his lips, smug and just a little breathless.
Techno whined high and desperate as he felt his body tense like a bowstring, every sensation and sound suddenly as sharp as glass. He was so close, so unbearably close.
“Dream, plea- please-” He stuttered as all of the things that had felt so soft and surreal poked at his nerves like knives.
“Are you going to be good for me?” Came the reply, like a sweet soothing shadow over his senses. Cold water on a blistering day. It felt like the fog had solidified with sparks dancing at its edges. But only in the instant that Dreams voice echoed in his ears.
“Yes, yes, so good I swEAR-” Techno can't help his voice cracking, it feels like he's being shocked, electrocuted, burned. The heat burning so much brighter as that pleasantly cold control dances just out of reach.
“Good boy.”
And then everything is condensed, the fire flares to white light and then his mind is floating as if in a dark sea devoid of temperature. Soft feeling dances across his skin like seaweed and he can vaguely tell his body is existing somewhere else, still in that inferno and something possessive in the shadows reminds him of more warm, heavy spend filling his pussy, a faraway hiss repeating breathlessly ‘I did that, I filled you so good, stuffed you full, made you a good little fucktoy all day’
And Techno silently purrs back at the absence of his own thoughts, that acidic control muffling his usually racing inner monolog. He was so happy to serve, usually red eyes fogged with magic as he let it settle in like a hand pressed to his neck.
It will be from 16 years old and it is mandatory to give your age at the time of introduction, if you fit the age you are more than welcome to join :D
The server will be about Bottonblade with several channels where you can talk about your Aus, Headcanons, Art, etc...
And of course open Nsfw channels! That's the reason for the age limit (you can choose in the roles if you want to see these channels or not).
With nothing more to say, I bid you farewell!
Bye 👋
Sam walked into the party Schlatt and Quackity- two of the richest guys at their school- were throwing, expecting to get drunk, but not to get swept into a round of weird kinky public sex with the hottest guy in town. He isn't complaining, just surprised.
[College AU Party Gangbang]
Ship: Quackity/Jschlatt/Sam/Technoblade
Dubcon, Foursome, College AU, Drugs and Alcohol, Marijuana, Fucking Under The Influence, Public Sex, Trans Technoblade, Public Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Double vaginal Penetration, Creampie, Stomach Bulge, Cum Inflation, Implied Gangbang, Degradation
Warnings: Use of the words Cuntboy, Whore, Slut, and Cumslut; Implied Reference to Steroids
The party was loud, certainly. The music, shouting, and laughter seemed to echo off the tile in the front hall, flowing with the waves of people holding plastic cups. Sam couldn't decide if Schlatt would've wanted people to take their shoes off at the door or not, but from the amount of partygoers he saw with their muddy boots propped up on furniture like animals, he didn't think he needed to.
It was a tight squeeze between drunk and/or dancing college students to get to the main living room- and how rich did they have to be to have two living rooms on the same floor?- but the music seemed slightly quieter in the bigger room. Though that might have been from the smoke floating through the air, a mix of various kinds of nicotine and weed practically pouring from the circular, lowered seating area in the middle of the room.
Looking over the conversation pit, Sam froze, the sight almost not making sense to him. The circle was big, all lounging around a low table covered in colorful glass and paper, loose electronic pens and vapes, and the odd container of wax or herbs. He could see, in the corner of his tunneled vision, a blunt being passed from person to person, but what had him stuck in place was the gorgeous historical lit major being clumsily manhandled into someone's lap.
Sam watched dusty pink hair being pulled, a handhold keeping Techno in place as he breathed the smoke from another person’s lips; Wisps of curling fog framed his face, the rest exhaled as he tipped his head back to allow the person caging him in their lap to kiss and bite at his neck. Techno’s eyes were clouded, a lazy smile on his face as if he were barely paying attention to the hands on him but enjoying it all the same.
“Come on, don't hog the whore!” Another person shouted, laughing, and pulled the pink-haired man by the arm to bring him halfway into their hold- only really succeeding at splaying him sideways across three peoples legs. Techno’s outfit- a tight, sleeveless turtleneck and an asymmetrical black skirt that he assumed was supposed to be covering his lacy black underwear and thigh-high socks- was heavily askew, his skin shining in the shifting party lights from both a light sheen of sweat and some kind of glitter.
A hand landed heavy on Sam’s shoulder, startling him out of his trance, and he turned to find Schlatt- one of the party’s hosts- grinning at him, one arm around his shoulders and the other holding a glass of whiskey in the direction of the circle.
“Enjoying the show, huh officer?” The shorter man barked a laugh, and Sam winced at the joke; He was in Criminal Justice, but everyone seemed to insist on joking that he’d be a cop like his father. Schlatt swung his glass towards the conversation pit with a smile that meant trouble, and his guest pointedly did not look. “Yeah, he’s pretty ain't he? I can introduce you, if ya like.”
Before he even had a chance to answer, Sam was being pulled towards the circle, his embarrassed protests dying quietly when he turned back to see Quackity lifting his head from between Techno’s legs, that expensive-looking lacy black underwear hanging on Techno’s ankle where it rested over Quackity’s shoulder. At least two other people had their hands on the pink-haired man, holding his arms and groping where they could reach.
Sam was entranced, watching someone tilt Techno’s head back to drink a shot from their mouth, his eyes following a drop that slowly slipped from the corner of those gorgeous, rosy, soft looking lips down his chin and throat, disappearing in the dark fabric of his shirt; But it was so easy to imagine it continuing lower, pooling in his collarbone-
Suddenly Schlatt was in his vision- in the way- and Sam had only a moment to realize he’d shoved a glass against the law-student’s slack lips, already tipping it. It was definitely not a drink Sam enjoyed, what with the almost choking on it, and certainly not something he’d had before. It was smoky, under a taste that reminded him of rubbing alcohol.
At least the pushy business major let him finish coughing before dragging him down to sit on the ledge above the pit.
“Come on, move-” is growled at a few of the stoners that were moving too slow for Schlatt’s taste, apparently. In the moment of clarity, Sam could see space on the table in front of him being cleared, where Schlatt sat down before Techno was placed in his lap. Quackity winked as he stepped back, not-very-discreetly shoving something into his pocket.
When Sam’s eyes fell on Techno again, he almost forgot how to breathe; Schlatt had spread the pink-haired beauty’s legs on either side of his, pussy dripping on full display as thick fingers pressed inside and spread it open. Techno’s head was tossed back, whining and moaning obscenely.
“Like I said, really fuckin' pretty.” He can vaguely register Schlatt saying, free hand circling Techno’s throat and highlighting the amount of bruises and bites covering it and trailing further down his shoulders, his chest, even his hips and thighs. He could swear some were positioned perfectly together to look like Q's, like he’d nibbled and sucked his first initial into the skin. Schlatt watched him stare, looking pleased, and kept working those entrancing sounds out of the pink-haired man on his lap.
Sam was almost certain Techno was some kind of siren, some fantasy creature whose presence alone put him in a daze, pulled him in until all he could focus on was that long and silky, soft looking hair; The beautiful whining noise he made when fingers pressed deeper, rougher. The tiny, dazzling shimmer on his skin and the tears clinging to his lashes. He had no intention of tearing his eyes away, already rock hard in his jeans.
The only reason he allowed a shot glass to be pressed to his lips this time was because Quackity had the good sense to stay out of his way, sitting beside him instead of interrupting the show. This drink burned less, and he recognized the taste of lemonade flavored vodka.
Whatever Schlatt had given him was hitting hard, making his vision swirl, but it made it so much easier to lean back and try to memorize how Techno looked right now. Shivering and twitching, gasping as fingers finally withdrew.
Then the pretty, shaking thing was being lifted up and Quackity hurried Sam to undress and move down to the more comfortable seating- “Take off your belt, come on!”- before an extremely pretty boy was placed into his lap. The way Techno’s arms came up to loop around his shoulders made his heart skip a beat. This close, he could see Techno’s dilated pupils, smell the smoke on his clothes and the alcohol on his breath.
Without a second thought, Sam pulled the other man forward and kissed him like a man starved, groaning at the cinnamon taste on his tongue. Techno melted into it, sighing quietly every time they pulled back for breath.
“Well, gonna put your dick in him or what?” He heard Schlatt ask, chuckling as he pulled Techno’s head back to tip another shot glass into his mouth; Techno drank it down easily.
He didn't have to ask twice, Sam leaning forward to suck at one of the few patches of unmarred skin on Techno’s throat as he moves his hands to the source of the growing wet spot on his pants. The man in his arms whined as his fingers explored that wet slit, his hips moving on their own in search of friction. And when he was lifted just enough to line up the tip of Sam’s red, weeping cock, burying it deep in one thrust, he moaned so sinfully it'd put a pornstar to shame.
“Fuuuck, so warm…” Sam breathed, breath catching as Techno started to ride him in a slow, clumsy rhythm. His own clumsy hands on the other's waist tried to guide his thrusting but everything felt so fuzzy and intense it was almost overwhelming. The sight of Schlatt forcing Techno’s head back to explore his mouth in a heated, possessive kiss was backlit by colorful lights like a renaissance painting, the latter’s long hair a bouncing curtain as they moved.
His tight, soft walls are warm, Sam groaning in soft gasps at the sensation of them gliding along his shaft until Quackity turns his head, pressing their own lips together with a dense cloud of smoke in his mouth; He knew what to do, using the inhale to take the smoke from his breath. Did he care what it was at this point? This was a dizzying whirl of bliss.
They made out a bit more while Schlatt took charge of their rhythm, gripping Techno’s hips firmly and shoving his hold onto the other intoxicated man's dick, himself grinding against the pinkette’s ass. And Techno was eating it up greedily, shaking and moaning where he was being held in their rough hands. His mind was so clouded by what he’d been fed all night, his skin explored by person after person like a toy.
The thrusting didn't pause even as he came, Sam groaning low in his chest as the tight, pulsing stimulation pushed him over the edge as well.
Somewhere in his limited coherent thoughts, the part that was still hanging onto the knowledge that they were in the middle of a crowd at a party, all drunk or high or a growing combination of the two, so immensely close to graduating college and -the one that he almost manages to convince himself is important as the desperate, sweaty movement of their bodies pauses for a moment- not wearing protection.
“Fuckin’- Come here-” Schlatt barks, voice wavering from his own laboured panting, and suddenly Sam is on his back on the floor with Techno’s chest pressed to his own. Oh- He thought fleetingly- Schlatt just lifted them both at the same time. Maybe the campus police were right to search him so often, that wasn't normal-
For a few minutes of his eyes being blissfully closed, his dick softening a bit where it throbbed, resting inside Techno’s hole as the both recovered from their climax, twitching in each other's arms. Then he tried to get his bearings, the slim beauty atop him being pulled up again; Schlatt held his arms back, both wrists held in his one hand, and used the other to press a slick, wet finger into the remaining space where Sam’s length was pressed into Techno’s sloppy cunt.
Quackity had moved back, too, and was now kneeling almost above his head, grinning deviously with his dick hanging out of his pants. The reason made clear when silky pink hair curtained over half of Sam’s vision, the head of the shorter man’s dick pressing between Techno’s lips as he was guided by the back of his head. Q’s knees shuffled minutely to fill his throat further and Sam gulped, watching the bulge in the slender throat of the man above him move with strobing color reflecting on the jewels of sweat and glitter on the skin.
Sam resisted the urge to kick or squirm, jaw clenched as he was overstimulated by the steadily increasing number of fingers alongside his half-hard dick in Techno’s pussy. He struggled to think of why Schlatt would need to stretch Techno more- but from the moans and sobs he was letting out between choking on the weight in his mouth, the entrancing, intoxicated whore seemed to be enjoying it.
It was only when Schlatt pressed the head of his own cock-thicker than his own- to Techno’s messily stretched pussy, that he realized this was probably not how he would've expected his first kinky, fucked-up foursome to happen.
It was a chain reaction as Schlatt pressed in, solid and hot against Sam’s as it too hardened again; Sam shouted in overstimulation, while Techno let out a long, stuttering whine around Quackity’s length in his throat- Quackity hissing and moving his hips in a slow circle, the slack mouth pulled back and forth as Schlatt sunk into The already stretched and stuffed hole. The bigger man groaned obscenities, tilting his head back as he finally bottomed out, everyone panting for the spare few moments of stillness.
Through the haze of drunkenness and the steadily increasing high from whatever Quackitty had kissed into his lungs like life, Sam noticed two things as his ears vaguely registered a few shouts and hollers, even some clapping, from the party around him; first, it appeared a circle had formed around them, various intoxicated onlookers cheering on the display.
And secondly, Sam opened his eyes and slurred, “Holy fuck, that’s hot…” as his eyes locked onto the bulge in Techno’s lower stomach, which began to move in tandem with the two long, thick cocks in Techno’s spasming cunt when Schlatt pulled his arms and waist again, rocking him as he guided their sweaty display into a rough and dominating pace.
“Yeah, fuckin take it, you slut-” Schlatt growled, sneering at their shared partner, voice raspy, “Breed ya like a whore, top-shelf fucking cumslut, holy fuck-!”
Quackity was rasping curses, hands wrapped around the tight throat he was thrusting into, nails digging into the skin. “So good, shit- Swallow it, baby~”
Sam struggled to keep his composure, practically delirious in the flurry of motion and feeling, color and sound. But as he saw thin tear-tracks run down Techno’s reddened cheeks, felt them drip onto his own face, he reached up to brush the tears away with one hand, the other pressed to that moving bulge in his soft tummy; He gasped and rambled how pretty, how hot he was like this. How fucking good it felt, holy shit-
Quackity finished first, half down Techno’s tight throat and half across his face, looking proud of the sight as he pulled away. Then Schlatt’s cock pulsed, pumping thick cum deep into Techno’s hole and continuing to shove and pull his hips through it. Sam and Techno climaxed as the latter was finally forced to the base of their combined lengths, the hot sperm mixing and stretching his stomach out as his womb was filled.
The world came back in disorienting waves as Techno was collapsed onto Sam’s prone body, descent interrupted by Schlatt clicking his tongue with a lazy grin and picking the pinkette’s hips up, pressing a large and shining plug into his twitching hole as soon as their cocks slipped out of it.
“Can't let that leak, you still got a whole lot of cocks to milk, cumdump.” He said, laughing as he loosened the tie around the collar of his disheveled suit, shoving Techno’s limp and trembling body to the grasping hands on the next person in the circle and announcing to the rest of the watching party:
“Pass him around! We’re counting how many loads this cuntboy slut can fit in his stomach tonight!”
The door opened with a creak, and Techno didn't even bother to pretend his ear hadn't twitched towards the sound. He knew who it was already.
“Hiya mate,” The man said, the feathers of his large, pitch-dark wings brushing the floor as he walked in, shutting the door behind him. Soon he was at the edge of the bed, a soft hand running along Techno’s side where he lay and crouching to set down the tray he carried. Techno jolted almost imperceptibly as it clicked against the stone floor, being soothed quickly with hushed words and gentle touches.
Phil reached up to free his hands from the rope tying them to the bed above his head, smoothing his hands down Techno’s arms as he turned the younger man over to lie on his back; Followed by gently sitting him up.
“Open, Love, you need some water.” The avian instructed gently, picking up the cup of water and moving it to Techno's lips. He opened them willingly, swallowing down the slow trickle of water as the cup was tilted.
“Good boy, very good…” The crow breathes fondly before pulling the cup away when it was half empty. He set it down, standing with the small plate of gapple slices in his hand instead. He gently moved Techno’s legs to make room for him to sit on the edge of the bed and set the fruit beside him.
He gently maneuvered Techno into his lap, the other man limp and pliant in his hands despite how his stiff arms protested. It had been a few hours in that position, naked and alone on a bed in a near-empty room. Now there was a slice of fruit being pressed to his lips, and Techno took it without protest, chewing slowly and swallowing.
He relaxed in Phil’s hold, letting his eyes slide shut as another slice was placed in his mouth. Slowly, gently, he was fed the shining apple, the food alleviating his fatigue as well as the soreness pervading his body. Once the meal was devoured, Techno slumped forward, leaning heavily on the avian’s chest and burying his face in the crook of the other's neck.
“Good boy, you did so good.” The older man cooed, running his fingers through long pink hair, “Such a good boy…”
Techno whined, turning his face as if to hide it against Phil’s neck, and tried to ignore the hardening cock he could feel against ass.
“Always so good for me, pretty boy.” Phil said softly into his ear, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. The hand not combing through his hair moved to Techno’s hip, pressing him down lightly to grind against him. He repeated the motion a few times before pushing the tired man back lightly and bringing the hand up from the other's waist, fingers pressed lightly to his mouth.
“Open please.” He said sweetly, softly, making a pleased noise when Techno complied without question, tongue running sluggishly over his fingers in an attempt to make the next part easier.
Once he deemed the digits sufficiently lubricated, Phil dropped the hand again, this time moving them further downward. He stretched Techno slowly, taking his time in the name of being thorough; Scissoring two and then three fingers gently and brushing just lightly against his lover’s prostate on every pull out until Techno was trembling, arms thrown around Phil’s shoulders like he needed something to hold onto or he’d shake apart.
Phil murmured a few more praises, quickly undoing his own robes and pulling his reddened cock free, gently lifting the piglin to line up, pressing the head in and letting his soft smile twitch into something more prideful at the jolt and whimper the action drew. After a moment of consideration, Techno adjusting his grip on Phil’s robes- right between his shoulder blades, the fabric around his wings shifting the slightest bit- and pulled out just to push back in again. Two, three, four times, each pop causing the man in his hold to whimper just slightly higher.
“So cute, my good boy…” The avian whispered, his grin surely audible, pressing gentle kisses to Techno’s shoulder. “Such pretty sounds…”
Techno could feel tears spring to his eyes, trying to focus on the visible shift of Phil’s feathers. They puffed a bit every time he tensed, whined, whimpered, or shivered.
Then Phil pressed in, not waiting for a second, to the hilt, and hit that spot in him dead-on. He couldn't take it- Techno moaned, hand shooting out and unintentionally brushing his claws through soft black feathers. The reaction was instant: Phil’s back arched, wings stretching out and beating twice, before they settled back into a relaxed position in a noticeably fluffier state.
The movement ground his cock deeper, punching a high, startled noise from his partner that tapered off into a moan as they both breathed deeply for a moment. Techno was still shivering, his grip tightening on loose fabric as he felt the other man’s length throb against that bundle of nerves.
Then, suddenly, he was on his back, black wings above unfolded to fill the room with night, and he finally saw the dark, hungry look in Phil’s eyes; Though only briefly, as he didn't leave a second to waste, pulling Techno’s legs apart with more force than necessary and starting a rough pace.
“AH- Phil, Phil, Phil-!” The Piglin keened, breath knocked out of his lungs with every thrust, and whined when sharp nails dug into his thighs. His eyes crossed as the avian towered over him, one of his hands curling into a fist on the mattress next to Techno’s head to support him as he bucked his hips harder, shaking the bed with the force.
“F-Fuck, too hard!” The warrior whined in small punched-out noises, clawing at the older man’s back as sparks of painful pleasure shot through him. He could hardly hear the bed start creaking over their own obscene noises.
Techno was struggling to contain sharp whines, pleas and shouts of his companion’s name, his breath coming in quick, audible gasps for air as it was continuously fucked out of him. Phil was growling and groaning, hissing little praises and short, obscene sentences; His eyes were distant but sharp, like a wolf that's caught it's long-hunted prey, the adrenaline of the chase burning through its veins.
Without warning, he leaned forward, eyes closed and hand shifting to Techno’s throat, pressing him down into the mattress and cutting off his air. Techno choked, shaking and twitching, quickly starting to see spots in his vision, and the angel above him moaned as the soft heat around his cock tightened.
Phil thrust harder, wings quivering and as he chased his release, wings quivering before he finally shouted, finishing hard and deep. Techno tensed beneath him, nearly cross-eyed at the feeling of warm cum leaking out around the other’s length as he fucked through his climax, and almost lost consciousness as his own dick covered his stomach in milky fluid.
Then, a splintering sound, and the pair were tumbling slightly as the bedframe collapsed. The posts at two of the corners twisted, the mattress hitting the floor with two consecutive thuds.
As the shock and post-orgasm haze faded, Techno looked around them, seeming only annoyingly inconvenienced, before he was being pulled back into a passionate kiss.
“I'll replace it.” Phil said dismissively, already moving his hips again. Techno sighed, but let himself be pushed back down. This was going to be a long night.
Summary: The front door slammed and Phil entered the room. "Sorry about that, he's an idiot—" Phil said, and then cut himself off. His eyes widened, looking at Techno in a cheerleader outfit. "Holy fuck."
Techno felt his cheeks heat. "Happy birthday," he said.
Or: the traditional unrepentant this is just porn fic.
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The idea of college student technoblade in a cheerleader outfit that he's hoping his boyfriend would like wouldn't leave my mind. And I have the power to make my imaginings real!
