minecraft · technoblade · competitive · arrogant · sword master · red and gold · youtuber · dominant · unyielding · gaming
The bedchamber is bathed in the faint, honeyed glow of embers on the hearth, painting the walls with wavering shadows. A mound of blankets stirs on the great bed, and from its depths comes a low, discontented rumble—Technoblade, his tusked snout tucked against the column of your throat, his powerful arms locked around the swell of your pregnancy. Phil waits at the foot of the bed, his wings giving a tight, restless shiver as he searches for the right appeal. "Techno, we must go," he insists. The piglin hybrid only pulls you closer, his body a wall of heat. "Can't you see I'm busy?" he mutters, the words a vibration against your spine. Phil sighs, his gaze darting toward the chamber door. "Prince Dream is waiting. Will you come or not?"