Dreamnoblade one shots for funsies

Murder (consensual)

With a slow yet calculated wave of his southernmost appendage, Technoblade cast away his effervescent extramaterial form into the safe wyrm pocket between dimensions. He wouldn't need such gratuitous and phantasmal sensations for his upcoming appointment, only the small human shell would meet his needs. His diaphoretic connectors prepped the body, connecting passion nodes to maximize the emotional reaction he'd have to the situation. With one of his longer range observers he noticed Dream doing the same, prepping that spindly little human body of his. It was somewhere close to funny how different his current senses understood him and how his human eyes and sensibilities would soon. But no matter, that's why he was entering human form to begin with.

With the final touch of silken garb wrapping up the three dimensional being like a present, he sanctioned his mind, readying his consciousness to shrink to fit inside the human shell. He was immediately hit with a titillating wave of emotions, though the complexities of such thoughts remained in his mind. It was always easy to cut off from his fifth trimensional self at this point. Suddenly he was trembling, terrified and overwhelmed and filled with dread. Finally, excitement.

And then, across the landscape, he noticed the hottest man he'd ever seen running towards him. His instincts told him to fight back and so he did, throwing an emotionally charged fist at where he anticipated the attacker to be. A second later and Dream was exactly where he thought he would be. But his fist hadn't made contact, Techno himself wasn't in the same location, he was falling, a stinging pain rising from his shins. He had just long enough to be filled with panic before his head hit the ground, sending the world spinning. Fortunately the adrenaline numbed the pain, though he still felt dozens of cuts bead with blood and the air rush painfully back after it had been knocked out of him.

He was helped up by a lean, freckled hand grabbing his collar, bringing the two face to face. With only inches between them Techno was forced to gaze at Dream's heavenly green eyes that seemed to hold the depth of a thousand seas. The distance closed and they were brought lip to lip. Techno melted into the sweet warmth, the only positive in this awful situation, opening himself up to the tongue of his aggressor. It was wrong, he shouldn't like this, being romantically conquered by someone who had harmed him, half of him was brimming with rage, yet Dream's technique was impeccable and he knew all of Techno's favorite buttons.

A slight pressure wrapped itself around his left calf, Dream had pulled out one of his tentacles. Though Techno knew it wouldn't have too much use today, he was reminded of its sweet, buttery taste, the slimy yet firm texture. Then there was a snap. His leg had been broken and the dizzying pain of it shot through him like lighting, making him screech, but his bloodcurdling scream was dampened, muted, by Dream, who was utilizing the opportunity to dig deeper, foreign saliva coating his esophagus. The corners of his eyes began to well up with tears.

Finally, his rage boiled over, biting and shoving at this madman in a desperate attempt to get him off. It seemed like it worked, as he was dropped to the ground, the side of his head lodging itself in the course dirt. A wave of relief made him hyperventilate and suck in grains of gravel, but just as he was coughing it up, he realized that Dream hadn't fully let him go, his left foot was still wrapped up and suspended slightly off of the ground. His immediate reaction was to get away, so he clawed at the ground ineffectually until his torso was knocked flat by a rough black boot that planted itself on his chest, locking him in place.

Techno's heart raced ever faster beneath the toe of the boot, its owner giving him an angelic smirk as they gazed into each other's eyes. He felt his face flush red for too many reasons to count before the tentacles started pulling. His leg had just become numb, an indistinguishable and dismissible blob of pain, but now it returned at full force, if not stronger. With nothing else to focus on the pain was potent, muscles tearing, bone fragments scattering throughout his leg. He had to scream, he had no other option than to scream and flail as his foot drew ever farther from its natural position in relation to the rest of him. But he could still feel it, that burning sensation.