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squishycheekanon · 2 months

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I have a request: how would the Techno react if Reader dies but appears a few months later alive but very injured?

Now this inspired me.

Warnings: 18+, angst, suicide mentioned, hints at nsfw, blood, alternate timeline where she was never pregnant; adding Athena and Apollo into this would have made me cry so no.

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Techno was distraught, it was against his nature to love and be loved and yet you taught him how. You were his everything and more. From the moment you shot him in those woods all that time ago, when the voices went quiet when your face came into his eyesight, everything changed for him.

He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought he’d never see.

Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldn’t have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.

The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one you’d love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.

The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.

The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.

The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.

More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.

“Techno!” Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Phil’s scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.

Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isn’t who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.

That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.

“Sweetheart?” Techno’s voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadn’t spoken in so long.

“Tec.” Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.

He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. “I’ve got you darlin’, I’ve got you, hold on to me.” He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.

You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You don’t even think you know how to do that anymore.

“Let’s uh, get you upstairs.” Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didn’t have to hold itself up anymore, that you weren’t on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.

You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. “Sweetheart?”

“I’m just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldn’t. And yet here I am. Home.” You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.

He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew you’d need time.

Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.

Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.

You saw the look in Techno’s eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; “I love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understand—“

“Understand?” You asked.

“How much I love you. I’d destroy empires for you. Pillage country’s for you. Kill for you.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “If anyone ever even thought about hurting you, they’d be dead before they could finish that thought.” He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.

“I understand.” Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said ‘I do’ exactly what that meant.

“You’re going to kill him aren’t you?” It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.

“Yes.”

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tat3sbbg · 1 year

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mommy can u write a gentle techno smut ¿

i love ur rough ones but a cute praise kink gentle sex one is what im feeling rn :)) ~

Of course :) Sorry I'm so late! This may be short, I'm sorry for being gone so long! I've been having volleyball tournaments and practices lately.

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"Your doing so well darlin', taking me so good." Techno whispered in your ear. He gently rutted into you, holding one of your hands in the process. You moaned softly, the piglin hybrid's ears twitching in response. He whispered soft praises in your ear, as you tangled your fingers in his long, pink hair. As much as Techno loved being rough, he also wanted to make you feel pleasured and loved too. "S' pretty, all mine." He said, kissing your neck. You were so close, wanting to cum so bad. "Can I cum, Tech?" You asked. He smiled down at you. "Of course you can."

#techno smut #technoblade x reader #technoblade #soft sex #mcyt smut #dsmp smut #technoblade x reader smut

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little-third-night · 8 days

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#clay #caitvi #portrait of a lady on fire #daggers #kuroo x reader #technoblade #jennifer's body #loki smut #battinson #student life #blowjov #the mortal instruments

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cherryc1nnam0n · 1 year

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Cherry's Favorites Part 2

Contains NSFW, blood, dark themes and more, just my personal favorites, many characters and topics

Start me up | Mechanic!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Wet dreams | Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Possessive Techno

Sugar daddy!Techno

Brahms with a Nymphomaniac

Crit Hit | Virgin!Eddie x Reader

A helping hand | Steddie x Reader

Show me | Older!Eddie x Reader

Eddie ‘The Munch’ Munson

Take it | Eddie Munson

Bunny

Eddie's balls

Someone else | Fwb!Steve Harrington

Look in the mirror

Scotty Doesn’t Know | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Use me | Conrad x Reader

Somebody else | Eddie’s girl x reader and stepbro!eddie x reader

Steddie threesome

Daddy Steve

Fem!Reader x Older!Tattooartist!Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn horny blurb

Moans for a song

Consent is sexy

Final essay | Jim Hopper

Broken bed

Horndog Eddie

What you want

Eddie's glasses

Cum | Steddie

Cum fly with me | Pilot!Loki

Nasty Kurt

Eddie's boobies

Possessive Eddie

Definitely Eddie

Eddie loves teasing

Above and below

Eddie making love to you

Penthouse Eddie

Squirting for Steve

Strong boi Eddie again

Sweet cheeks

Speak up

Steve watching you get off

Girl on the moon | Corroded Coffin x Reader

This dark!Eddie ask is everything

Crush me daddy Steve

Poor Eddie

Undeniable | Older!Eddie

Cockwarming Eddie

More dark!Eddie because I love it

You and abouncer!Eddie fucking in the walk-in during a closing shift

More dark!Eddie because this anon is the best at writing this

Mhm more dark!Eddie

You guessed it, more dark!Eddie

Yes this is more dark!Eddie

Roommate rules

Angel & Devil!Steddie AU masterlist

Eddie's dirty talk

Second Chances at First Times

The kissing monster

Teasing Eddie

A visit to the Healer | Loki

Eddie dry humping reader

Withdrawal | Eddie Munson

Touch me and you lose | Eddie Munson

Thighs | Eddie Munson x Reader

Eddie is a menace

Possible fic material

Fucking Eddie

Eddie slapping you

No more shying away | Brahms Heelshire

Joseph impregnates you

Two perverts in my room | Steddie

Eddie fell asleep while eating you out, again

Don't tease Spencer

Milk | Joseph Quinn

More milk

Rendezvous | Spencer Reid

Subby Reid

Riding virging Eddie

Just a taste

His favorite girl

Gamer Eddie

Red lipstick kisses | Eddie Munson

Mama

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seokjinniebangtan · 2 years

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DSMP One-shot Smut Workshop

Help me create stories/imagines for hot and juicy smut ;)

Below is a list of people that’ll be included in my stories

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c!Dream

c!George

c!Sapnap

c!Punz

c!Sam

c!Karl

c!Schlatt

c!Quackity

c!Techno

c!Philza

c!Fundy

c!Wilbur

c!Foolish

c!BadBoyHalo

c!Skeppy

c!Eret

c!Nihachu

c!CaptainPuffy

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Below is a list of plot concepts

[gender ----> type of reader -----> kink(s) -----> prompt(s)]

-------------------------------------------------------------------------- ❥ AMAB ❥ AFAB ❥ Other:_____ [A] brat!reader [B] top!reader [C] hybrid!reader [D] royalty!reader ◌ daddy/mommy kink ◌ choking kink ◌ belly bulge ◌ hair pulling ◌ slapping ◌ bondage ◌ gagging ◌ overstimulation ◌ breeding ◌ lingerie ◌ dacryphilia ◌ spectrophilia ◌ voyeurism ◌ size kink ◌ sadist/masochist ◌ degradation ◌ Other:_____

patience being tested

in heat/rut

jealousy/possessiveness at its finest

bored in the house

late night shenanigans

threesome | foursome | fivesome | gangbang ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

greater dream smp vs lmanburg

love/hate relationship

7 minutes in heaven

7 days of pleasure, 7 days of no walking

i love punishments

Other:______

AURTHOR SPECIAL ( ͡°👅 ͡°)

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billzoned · 4 months

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new ! intro

vee, or anything else. im nonbinary, they/he. i'm not a minor. royale high addict. i write fanfiction, sometimes. though, my posts are very inconsistent and i rarely have any motivation to write much. tw for nsfw fics !!

!! small hiatus, writing slowly !!

i'm not necesarily a dream fan, nor a dream anti. i'm neutral– i don't waste my life hating on people because they've been falsely accused of grxxming, or other things. i'll still write for him, and the rest of the dteam.

wips ! 4 (7..)

anons ! 🍭

list of people that i write for ;

(♡=fluff ! ☆=nsfw ! ⛆=angst)

c/cc! dream // ♡, ☆, ⛆

- praise - ☆

c/cc! gnf // ♡, ☆, ⛆

- intertwined - ☆

c/cc! sapnap // ♡, ☆, ⛆

- anger - ☆

c! wilbur // ♡, ⛆

c/cc! quackity // ♡, ⛆

c! techno // ♡, ⛆

- snow storm - ♡

or– any other c! dsmp // ♡, ⛆

personal favs ;coming soon.

i'm also a reality shifter– since late 2021. "quit" after i tried shifting on my first attempt and it didnt work, and then came running back to it a year later. shifted 0x. quite a few drs at the moment. some of them below ;

( bold = main ! italicized = finished )

- streamer dr // fem and masc

- resident evil 4 remake

- dream smp / lore

- the walking dead

- my hero academia

- jujutsu kaisen

- genshin impact

- call of duty: mw2

- ghost (band)

- creepypasta

- attack on titan

- south park

- bg3 (🫶)

boundaries under cut. ✁

I WILL NOT WRITE ; severely mental health related, sxlf hxrm, pxdophilia or ageplay, ANYTHING WITH FEET NO... roleplaying (i js cant write it), pet play type stuff, watersports, scat, anything nonconsensual– dubcon to a limit, anything nsfw with afab! reader being on their period, anything with pregnancy (js really iffy. ill write creampies n stuff but nono pregnancy), beastiality, vore, or anything against anyone's boundaries.

I WILL WRITE ; nsfw (ofc), ships, dark angst (for c! people only :'3), bdsm (to a limit, again), gore/dark content (to a limit.), oneshots or longer fics, fem/afab! reader, gn! reader

I CANT WRITE ; anything with taylor swift i'm sorry- i don't know her songs, and i can't listen to her songs like CAAAAN'T help

REQUESTS ; requests are open, and welcome!! u can even be an anon, if u want :3

ty for reading!! xx – i had another post about me, but it was a tad bit outdated so i've now replaced it with this one :3

ps. sorry for how long this is :( i tried to make it short-ish but it didnt rlly work out :'3

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#ゞbillzoned #mcyt #sapnap #smut #dream #georgenotfound #dsmp #dteam #dream smp #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #technoblade #wilbur soot #quackity #dream x reader #gnf x reader #dteam x reader #technoblade x reader #quackity x reader

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popacorn · 2 years

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Hey guys

Due to technos death I’m not going to post any more Technoblade stories or smut.

I feel so bad for Technoblades family, As someone who has lost many people from cancer I feel for them.

You made me and many others smile and laugh, fly high you damn legend, I already miss you.

Fly high Technoblade

Fuck cancer

#techno x reader #technoblade x reader #technoblade #technoblade smut

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qualityloverfun · 6 months

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I NEED HELP AGAIN!!!!!

Does anyone remember a technoblade x fem!reader called muse. He's a painter in it and reader is the what he's painting. If anyone finds it or remembers it plzz share it, send it WHATEVER. thx <3

:).

#technoblade x reader #technoblade smut #technoblade #technoblade x y/n #technoblade fanfic

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120-slut · 4 months

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dream smut . female reader

dom dream does things to me ///-///

your father was hosting yet another dinner party, the long dinner table lined with friends and family. everyone was boasting about your final year in college, wanting to hear all about your studies and achievements.

dream had his eyes set on you the entire night, relaxing into his seat besides you while silently listening to your conversations. he’d catch you glancing his way, a faint blush creeping across your face every time you notice he was already staring. you were so irresistible, and that little skirt of yours wasn’t doing much to suppress his erotic thoughts.

it took all of dream's strength not to take you upstairs and fuck you right there and then. but he had to think of something a little more subdue for the time being.

while you were in the midst of speaking with a family friend, you felt his heavy hand resting on your thigh. your breath hitched for a second, slowly looking down at your lap and soon towards the older man besides you. dream kept an expressionless look, all while gently caressing your soft skin.

“go on.” he’d instruct you to continue with your conversation, nodding towards the family friend across the table.

you blinked at him timidly, trying to process exactly what was happening at that very moment. “yeah. sorry. where was i? uh..” your attention fell back onto your discussion, your speech a little staggered and quiet.

dream's hand crept up your thigh, dipping his hand between the soft flesh. his fingertips were teasing the edge of your panties, maintaining a stoic look while watching you struggling to speak. it was amusing watching you squirm in your chair, trying to stifle the little whimpers from his touch.

he’d feel your plush thighs start to squeeze around his large hand, a subtle smirk painting his lips. it was inappropriate, but the man wanted to touch his girl a little. you were too pretty not to fondle.

you were starting to lose your composure, it was so easy to get you worked up. ghost analysed you every reaction, watching you slowly succumb to his subtle touch. he could feel the heat building between your legs, knowing how wet you were already becoming. god, he wanted to pump his fingers inside your sweet pussy and turn you into a slutty mess in front of the table. the thought alone was making his thick cock throb inside his jeans.

he soon pressed the pad of his thumb against your panties, slowly rubbing circles into your needy clit.

“n-no…it’s been pretty…auughh…p-pretty easy.”

the family friend gave you an incredulous look, mistaking your moan for a pained groan. “you okay?”

“yeah, you doin’ alright, love?” dream drawled with a sly grin, applying a little more pressure against your panties. those languid movements of his thumb soon starting to pick up its pace.

you could barely get a word out as your hips began to buck, biting your lower lip as dream rubbed your pulsing clit. your slick was beginning to seep through the lace fabric, your desperate hole starting to clench around nothing. “y-yeah…i’m good.”

“s’good to hear, doll.” dream chuckled, your desperate mewls were music to his ears. he had no intentions of making this evening easy for you.

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squishycheekanon · 4 months

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Would you mind doing a dabble on Folklore!Piglin!Techno and his version of the Blood God and Voices? Like how he was picked, that’s if that’s part of his verse

Folklore!Piglin!Techno

Warnings: 18+, smut mentioned.

In the Folklore verse, Techno was chosen to be The Blood God, when the old one died. And when I say chosen I mean like Harry Potter chosen one. He had no relation to the last blood god, he just suddenly heard the voices.

At first he felt like he was going crazy, the voices wouldn’t be quiet. They had their opinions which they couldn’t wait to share with him. Techno had to learn to live with it, he had to learn to be patient and relax.

Due to being the new Blood God, the faes, fairfolk, elves and dwarves respected him as their new king. He lived like one, in an ancient building graced with the finest food and drink that could be found.

In keeping with tradition, after two hundred years of being king The Blood God is hounded by the voices in his head to find his ‘one’ or mate. A more common nickname for mates is ghivashel which means ‘treasure of treasures’ but Techno loves call you fiðrildi, which means butterfly. He will explain why later.

Just as Piglin speak Dwavish, their mating customs are quite similar to Dwarves too, however their primal instincts and urges are a whole lot stronger than theirs. Piglin are half pig so their animal side takes over and heightens everything.

Techno knew you were his mate when the voices instantly went quiet, it gave him a type of peace he never thought possible. The voices fell in love with you, every single one of them. They talked about you non stop, every little thing you did, whether is was cute or sweet and there were even the more crude ones.

The only time they were quiet for Techno now was when he was fucking you. The mating ritual was so important and powerful, Techno needed all his focus and attention on you. The voice understood that, something that Techno greatly appreciated.

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deliwrites · 2 years

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𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

Welcome to my masterlist

I know it looks pretty empty right now, but I promise I'll be filling it up as time goes on! Maybe I'll even need more posts for that xD. You might have seen, or find some of these on Wattpad. If it comes from the account DeliWritesFanfiction that's okay. That's my account. I've pretty much stepped out of DSMP. I'll finish writing my series Comfort Slut, but I don't know how quick the updates will be. For now there are at least 3 parts to come for it. I'm not editing my Masterlist yet, but if I decided to write for another fandom I'll be changed my masterlist up a bit. I don't want it too get too over crowded

Warning ques: I will add more if I need to!

😈 = Smut ✨ = Fluff 😇 = Safe for Minors 🥹 = Angst 🌶️ = Suggestive 😸 = Hybrid (of any kind) 🩸 = Blood mention 😬 = Indifferent behaviour 💦 = unprotected s*x 🤕 = bruising 🏞️ = public s*x 🎶 = Song based writing

Anyway, these are the people I've written about thus far. (all she/her pronounce unless stated otherwise).

// ANONLIST //

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Roadtrip Cafe (being rewritten) 🥹 + ✨ + 😇 Dating Headcanons ✨ + 🩸 + 😇 NSFW Headcanons 😈 + 🌶️ + ✨ Twitchcon Lovers ✨ + 😇 Crazier Things ✨ + 😇 + 🥹 + 🎶

// Series // Weird Circumstances // finished ╰┈➤ Facetime 😈 ╰┈➤ You're Here? 😬 ╰┈➤ I like you 😈 + ✨ + 💦 Comfort Slut (not settled on the title yet) ╰┈➤ Intro ✨ + 🌶️ + 🥹(ish) ╰┈➤ Part One 😈 + 🌶️ + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part Two 😈 + 🌶️ + 🏞️(ish) + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part Three ✨ + 🌶️ ╰┈➤ Part Four 😈+ ✨ + 🌶️ + 💦

𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

Hickeys (probably going to be rewritten) ✨ + 🌶️ + 🥹(a little I think) Dating Headcanons ✨ + 😇 Thigh kink 😈 + 💦 + 🤕 + 🏞️

// Series // Comfort Slut (not settled on the title yet) ╰┈➤ Intro ✨ + 🌶️ + 🥹(ish) ╰┈➤ Part One 😈 + 🌶️ + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part Two 😈 + 🌶️ + 🏞️(ish) + ✨ ╰┈➤ Part three ✨ + 🌶️ ╰┈➤ Part Four 😈+ ✨ + 🌶️ + 💦

𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞

Kitty Kat (Definitely being rewritten) 😸 + ✨ + 🥹 + 🌶️ (tiny bit suggestive)

𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞

Queen Bee (LONG) ✨ + 😸 + 🥹

// Enjoy your stay //

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straighttohellbuddy · 2 years

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the red means i love you {c!Technoblade}

Summary: Yandere!Technoblade. Fake gods are worshiped with wine and flowers; real gods require blood.

Need to Know: They/Them. Yandere!Technoblade / Enabler!Reader. established relationship. DARKFIC & LIGHT SMUT PLEASE READ WARNINGS VERY CAREFULLY !!

A/N: 2755 words. hey holy shit read the warnings i mean it. this really isn't for everyone. but anyways i started this months ago lol and it makes me feel some type of way. probably OOC as all fuck. if you do end up reading this, 1. is it coherent? 2. is it any good? :/

Warnings: Romanticisation/Rationalisation of Yandere Behaviour; NON-GRAPHIC SMUT (no genitals specified), GRAPHIC KNIFE-PLAY BLOOD-PLAY AND PAIN-PLAY, SEMI-VIOLENT BODY WORSHIP?? OBJECTIFICATION. Violence. Scarification. Bondage. Mutual Obsession. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Citrus Scale: ❤️ GRAPEFRUIT ❤️

{ yandere!dsmp masterpost }

He gets antsy in isolation; the voices are hungry, and fresh bruises will never compare to cherry-red blood on the snow, on his hands, like wine the way you'd seen him savour it before the regret flashes across his face. Blood for the Blood God cheered like the fleeting high was worth the exhaustion the whole ordeal brought with it. You'd seen it time and again; violence simply for violence sake was tiring. It's been a long time since he'd felt like killing for anything or anyone that wasn't you, and since you're by his side in the tundra, there was little reason for him to jump to violence, or at least, violence you didn't relish in.

Because you basked in reminders of his power, finesse, how easily he could wreak devastation, and there was something thrilling about when he turned those skills upon you, knowing he loved you too much to break you beyond repair. But there was also something intoxicating when he almost would, when he'd spend days lavishing praise upon you as he cared for you, tended to the wounds he'd inflicted, nursed you back to health.

In the split second after he'd land a hit while sparring, and he's breathing heavy, eyes wild, and the pain hasn't hit you yet, you see the way his eyes light up. This time it had been a deep gash in your cheek, which had genuinely startled you, and he turns immediately, apologising, saying he lost himself in the moment.

"Don't worry about me," you tell him as he takes your face in his hands, the contact stinging as blood begins to seep from the wounds, "you wouldn't kill me," you assured him, and it's as if he needed to hear the words out loud to believe them, his gaze softening, your hands resting on his hips, "and if you did, we both know you would have your reasons."

"You're so..." but he can't even finish the compliment, syrupy affection in his eyes as he looks at you, still holds your face. He can't find the words in this moment, cant say what you know he's thinking, 'you bleed for me' but you can still hear it. His gaze is endearing as he looks at his own hand on your cheek, before holding it up in the sunlight, your blood shiny and slick on his fingers.

You take his hand in yours, love unspoken but well heard as you softly kiss his knuckles. Carefully, you bring his hand back to your cheek, the stinging wound and the warm, red proof that you were alive. When you pull him in for a kiss, he's holding your face tighter this time, the pressure searing beneath his touch as you kiss him; the tense set of his shoulders had eased, however, and to you, that's all that mattered.

The moment, he tells you later, soothed the voices, at least for the time being. You, stretched out next to him in bed, carefully applying bandaids and ice packs to your more recent training wounds, make a noise of interest.

"I don't like hurting you like that," he admits, voice low, sounding almost remorseful. Instinctively you turn your attention from your bandage application, to him, curling an arm over his chest, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Like what?" Because he's not one for admitting remorse, especially not about something like this; you've got well cared for scars to the contrary.

"Like in a way we haven't discussed," it takes him a long moment to find the words, but you know its still not entirely the truth; as if your awareness of the altercation was crucial to his enjoyment of it. He got caught up like this a lot, when injuries were accidents. The problem was that it wasn't his intention, it wasn't premeditated; you never minded the lack of warning, he'd had your complete trust for as long as he'd had your heart. You knew what he was capable of, but that he loved you, that's why you trusted him. He, however, knew what he was capable of, and loved you, which is why accidents scared him half to death.

"But it felt good, didn't it? Better than usual," as you say that, he looks to you, sharp and calculating, gaze focused on the patching job he'd done on your cheek earlier, "do you want that? The blood?"

"I don't need it," he says softly, kissing your nose, "I like what we have, I like training with you, you don't-"

"But do you want it?" You ask, reaching up to touch his cheek, your fingertips feather light as you trace where the scar would be on him, and his eyes close for a moment. He leans into your touch.

"The things I crave," he begins, before amending with the faintest smile, "the things other than you, don't matter out here; I'm keeping us safe. The violence for the sake of blood, it's exhausting to keep searching for," he groaned faintly, before adding, "and dangerous," his gaze slides to you, and you know he's not concerned about himself. You, however, held his face for a long moment.

"And what of blood without violence?" You ask softly; he goes very still, breath caught alongside the thought, "Blood for the Blood God," When you lower your hand to his chest, his eyes open. Dark and thoughtful, there's hesitation there, confusion almost.

"You don't know what you're offering," his tone is like ice water, a shock to your system with how cold it is. There's no warning when he sits up, out of your embrace, leaving you cold and confused, "I'm trying to keep you safe." Accusatory, as if you're in the wrong, as if you should know better.

He leaves before you've even formulated a response, tense and seemingly furious and you have no idea how or why the situation changed so dramatically. It's always hard to try and sleep alone nowadays, but you don't have much of a choice.

Techno comes home still wreathed in the heat and horrible sufler smell of the Nether, sweet words on his lips as he curls into bed beside you. None of them are an actual apology, but he's got a talented hand between your thighs as he tells you he loves you, and it's enough to ease your fretting, half asleep mind for the time being.

It seems safer to leave that topic well enough alone for the time being, but it doesn't leave your mind. The thoughts that begin to haunt you encroach on every part of your life. Intrusive, idle chatter starts up when you're training and the sun glances off his blade and catches your gaze, and won't shut up as you're preparing dinner together, and the chatter roars with approval whenever you so much as get a paper cut. Perhaps this is what it's like to experience the voices that clamour for blood and violence in your love's head, though more and more you're sure it's your mind's way of encouraging you, because there are moments where Techno looks at you, eyes dark with a barely concealed desperation, and all thoughts in your mind go silent.

"Don't look at me like that if you're not going to do anything about it," you teased, catching him in one of those dark, thoughtful moments he was becoming increasingly prone to. Techno, however, is pointedly quiet, averting his gaze, light from the fire making him seem somehow even more dramatic, "you've been trapped in there a lot lately," settling yourself on the sofa beside him, you curl up by him, cheek against his shoulder.

Still, he remains quiet.

The crackle of the fire fills the otherwise silent room, though Techno shifts to wrap his arm around you, pulling you a little closer. You feel when he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Wish I could be trapped in here," he mumbles against you, drawing circles on your shoulder with his finger, "figure out how you live like you don't feel fear."

"I have you," you respond with absolute, blunt sincerity.

"What?" It sounds as if he genuinely didn't expect your response.

"I have you," it comes out a murmur, angling your face to his, nose to nose as your gaze locks with his, "why would I ever feel afraid." His pupils are blown so wide with want that you're half afraid you'll get lost in them. He must feel the erratic beating of your heart, must know the thrill you feel in this moment -

"You should fear what I want to do to you when you say things like that," his voice is low and you feel like you could melt at the implications, which was probably not his intention, but you didn't care.

"And yet you don't even do anything," you sighed languidly, eyelashes fluttering as you find your gaze dropping to his lips, "what a tease -" but then there's two fingers in your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

"And if I tore you apart, would that make you happy?" He practically snarls, but you angle your head to make sure he can see the dreamy look in your eyes. After a few moments of intensity, he moves his hand from your jaw, your mouth, to grip your thigh, to pull you closer.

"Is it what you want?" You feel elated, all kinds of heady and fire-warm. This is the precipice, the moment where he yet again understands you truly mean you'd do anything for him, and his hesitation will evaporate -

"More than anything," he admits, as if his honesty had left him breathless, and he kisses you hard before you have time to think. Pulling you into his lap, he takes the opportunity to fist his hand in your hair. When he pulls hard, it's the first of many wonderfully aching, stinging, bruising moments of the night.

And you learn that there is no blood without violence, not for the Blood God...

There's a sharp pain the moment the blade first breaches your skin, metal along your sternum cool before the pain brings with it heat. You try to bite back your yelp, but can't quite manage it. You've been cut before but never so deliberately, not by someone who looks at you like Techno does now. Techno, sitting carefully on your thighs, doesn't seem to acknowledge it; he drags the blade down the centre of your chest with an almost agonising unwaivability, tears springing to your eyes, trying not to squirm, to make the pain worse.

"Techno," you whimper, his name escaping you almost involuntarily, nervously tugging at your wrist bindings above your head. There's something dark and strangely detached in Techno's gaze as he meets yours.

"I'm okay," you murmur unconvincingly, "I- it hurts more than I thought it would is all, I'm sorry I'm-" though for all your babbling you don't even consider asking him to stop. He presses the flat side of the blade to your ribs and reaches out with his free hand to carefully wipe away your tears.

"You're so good," there's something hungry in his eyes, "so good to me... beautiful like this." And something clicks in your brain; you'd do anything to keep him talking to you like that, looking at you like that.

"More- please, again," you choke out, a desperate gasp as pain and pleasure weave together in your mind. Something about the way you've already begun to beg has his breath catching in his throat, an animalistic noise escaping him. Already his self restraint is all but shredded; before you knew he'd hesitate, or check in with you, but now -

"More what?" A demand for an answer. The blade is ice cold and feather light against your skin.

"Blood, please," stutters from your lips as you try to lean up to kiss him. Instead, he keeps one hand firm on your shoulder against the table, wearing a pleased smile as he instead dips to keys you, "my love, make me bleed."

He seems to derive pleasure from the way you whimper against his lips, your faint noises of pain as he carefully carves into the skin of your sternum while kissing you. It's starting small, he tells you, at least for now, having left a simple geometric pattern on your sternum that he admires as he fucks you. He lavishes you with praise, works hard to get you off but leaves you a bloody mess until well after the afterglow has faded.

When he tells you it will leave a beautiful scar, something inside you lights up with joy, with love.

"I can take more, I -" already you're babbling, offering. He hasn't untied you; the ache of your bound wrists is comfortingly familiar as you allow yourself to be taken care of.

"Don't," Technoblade warns you firmly, looking up from where he's cleaning and dressing the wounds. Even so, he seems calmer and steadier than he's been in a long while, as if granted a brief moment of mental peace after what had just occurred.

"You keep offering something very dangerous, but maybe your naivete is part of why I find you so precious," he pauses for a long moment before leaning in to press a kiss to the edge of the bloody pattern he was responsible for. A thin line of your blood shines by the corner of his mouth as he pulls back and smirks up at you. You're desperate to kiss him, but you knew it would interrupt his care, and you'd probably remain restrained past the point of it being enjoyable.

"Did it help?"

He is quiet for a long moment after your question. Finally, he spoke.

"How much did it hurt?"

"What?"

"Tell me how much it hurt," there was an unexpected dark edge to his voice now, something pleased and almost smug. He's holding bandages but his hands have stilled, "when you begged me to carve into you like that," it's that hunger again, the same you'd seen the moment you'd winced and gasped and squirmed once he'd finally put the blade down in favour of admiring his work, now free hand between your thighs.

Now he's just... admiring you, bound, marked, still comfortable at his mercy. Looking at the angry red lines in your skin, he can see the blood slowly seeping from them, his personal form of art. Carefully, you wet your lips, shifting the barest amount against the still bloodstained linens.

"It was awful," you murmur honestly, "it still is kind of unbearable, more than I expected." He blinks slowly, hands still hovering inches away from your torso. He hears it, you know he hears it, the way you speak so carefully about the pain without a hint of negativity. He's a sudden rush of movement, kissing you with newfound intensity, one hand coming to cup your face while the other he presses flat against the still fresh wound.

"I could kill you, you silly, porcelain thing," he groans, as if turned on by the very idea he's warning you about.

"Could you?" A breathless, wanton gasp escapes you, and it turns to a pained whimper as he presses against the wounds more insistently, which he echoes with a pleased noise of his own, "please, I need you to -"

For the first time in a long time the voices seem sated. They've had their fill of violence, of blood, of you, they're practically sick with how they've gorged themselves on all you've offered for them. But Techno himself? He loves to know just how much it hurts, and loves to make you beg for it nonetheless. He loves knowing how far you'll let him go, how much you'll endure and still ask for more. He loves the proof of your devotion. He will never get enough.

And you?

You want to wear the scars like the proof of your love for him, with pride. You now understand and appreciate the pain he's inflicted on others in your honour. You relish in knowing you can satisfy all he craves in a way that no-one else ever would.

But mostly, you crave those moments, the bloody handprints he leaves on your thighs, the gentle way he caresses the ice cold blade against your skin, and the look in his eyes as you whimper, like you're the only thing in the world that has ever mattered.

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