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Lights Camera Fuck

NSFW 18+ only - Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Finished writing: November 23, 2022

Pairing: CC!Foolish, Afab!Reader, CC!Punz

Warnings: afab, picture/recording, choking (via bicep and fingers), pussy spanking, double pen (vag), mirror sex, each is a bit possessive in their own way, degrading praise, dacryphilia, hair pulling (punz/foolish receiving), squirting, strength(?), smidgen of dumbification, let me know if I forgot anything

A/n: OwO this fic is the longest I’ve ever written at almost 4.5k words. I put a shit ton of my energy and time into this so please don’t let it flop T^T ♡ also reblogs are not required but very appreciated /nf

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I just restocked my Worm On A String Stud earrings on my etsy! I have over 100 pairs in stocks now, of various different colors!!

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The Uncanny Observatory [Info About Yours Truly!]

Anyways, here is info about me!

I am 18+

Genderfluid, He/She/They pronouns!

I’m polymerous

Questions? Ask!

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You climb to the fourth and final floor, a red-lit and dark room greeting you. A split above your head spearheaded by the bulky telescope sitting in the middle of the room. It pointed towards the stars in an eternal salute to the everchanging sky. A desk sits adjacent to you, a couple of books about the enchantment of the stars and moon siting, collecting dust, their old life of sitting on the library shelves long forgotten in place of gaining an eternal seat to the show of the sky, the very reason they exist. It’s poetic, in a way. 

A chair had been lazily pushed against the desk and sits undisturbed. Another chair, well loved and sat in, if the worn spots on its seat have anything to say, sits at the base of the telescope. You invite yourself to have a seat and gaze at the night sky through the oversized magnifying glass, and the sight is stunning. The moon, in all of her decadent beauty sits as a sliver in the sky, perched among a breathtaking ombre of the dying flames of the sun, desperately clawing up at the moon with angry reds, only to be pushed out slowly by the night’s alluring purples and blues. Red faded into black, and despite the swiftly setting sun, the stars had yet to peek their heads from under their cover of darkness, scared off by the ferocity of the dying sun. You shift in your seat and smile, leaning back in your chair. This was beautiful, and this was where you belonged, watching the enchanting mistress of the night claim her time on the sky.

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The Common Room [Boundaries, Requests, Ect.]

Boundaries:

I don’t write incest. Is not good :(

That doesn’t include stepcest, but of course, it depends on the situation.

I won't write piss/scat play, so don’t ask.

I also won't write anything about pregnancy.

If you have any questions about stuff, just ask! My dms and ask box are always open, and I’d love to hear feedback on my works or other areas.

Be 18+ to interact with my content.

Don’t flood my ask box please! Keep in mind that I am just a person, and I have a life as well! I’ll get to your ask eventually, just give me time :)

Annon List:

🧅,🐦

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You continue up the stairs. The third floor greets you with a bright contrast to the previous two rooms, it’s walls are lined with a satin-like wallpaper, and it’s brightly lit in an uncomfortable silence. It feels almost stoic, the piercing light and unlit fireplace unwelcoming to your dark-adjusted eyes. 

Photos of what you guess to be the home’s long gone residents stare at you from the walls like ghosts, their memories immortalized in acrylic paint strokes.

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The Sleepy Library [Fic Info/Masterlist]

This is the masterlist! There isn’t much here yet, but I’ll get to that soon enough!

○The Curse of a Rose (c!Technoblade x Reader) Angst

Tw: Blood, stabbing, mentions of betrayal, major character death.

○No Time to Waste (c!Technoblade x Reader) Fluff

Tw: Mentions of blood, Mentions of the butcher army

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You climb the stairs, and come to a stop on the first floor. You’re met with the smell of well-worn paper and old wood. The library is dark, only one small lantern in the middle of the room, barley swatting away the clutches of darkness that lurk in the corners, nooks, and crannies of the decaying books.

Despite that, the room is enchanting. You pick up a book and flip through it, smelling the pages and wondering what hidden secrets its so eager to spill. You put it down, maybe another time, lonely adventurer.

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Looove you spelled anon wrong 🤭

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Yeah, fuck you too <3 /j

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Hello! Ily

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Haiiii!! I’ll add you to anon list <3

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So uhhh....

Thoughts on me writing again?

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Testing if Tumblr Will let me post again

Hello???? can you hear me???????????

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REBLOG IF YOU ARE A SAFEHOUSE BLOG AND NEVER SENT ANON HATE OR ANY HATE FOR THAT MATTER

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Whelp, Tumblr isn't letting me post my newest fic and ive been trying for about two months. 😞

Send me asks to cure my saddness.

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IT WONT LET ME POST IT ON MY PHONE EITHER TUMBLR WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST ME PLEASE

TUMBLR LET ME POST PLZ THIS ONE ISN’T TECHNO I SWEAR

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TUMBLR LET ME POST PLZ THIS ONE ISN’T TECHNO I SWEAR

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Hellooo tis me again so I wanted to know if you could do just a nice techno fluff, it can be literally anything you want I just need some FLUFF

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No Time to Waste

Pairing: c!Technoblade x Reader

Summary: After the Butcher Army attacks, techno realizes how important life is.

Warnings: Mentions of death

Word Count: 877 Still quite small, but hell it’s cute.

Author’s Note: Ok ok, I see your fluff, and I raise you, kisses in the snow!

Also I saw your other ask, I’m just having trouble because the smut faeries in my brain said no-

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You paced back and forth in front of Techno’s cabin, tears welling up in your eyes. You had gone into the nether for only a couple of hours, gathering some much needed blaze powder and nether wart. When you came back, the cabin was wrecked.

There were obvious signs of a struggle, with the snow out in front of the cabin having been flattened and stained crimson with blood. Broken glass potion bottles lay in the snow, and Carl’s stable was in disarray. Both Techno and his beloved horse were nowhere to be found.

Anxiety welled up in your gut, and you knew that you had to help him, the overwhelming urge to follow the footprints away from the cabin nearly taking up your entire body before you had moved into the cabin itself.

Even if you managed to track them and find Techno, what would you do? Techno was outmatched, as they had Carl, and there seemed to be a lot of them, if you were looking at the footprints.

If they had defeated Technoblade, what chance would you have?

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The voices were going insane.

After he had met Quackity in the blocked-off escape route, he had taken Carl and booked it. He didn’t need to stay long enough to find out what the Butcher Army could do to him if they ganged up, even if they didn’t have Carl this time.

The cold air burned his lungs, the freezing temperatures of the Arctic starting to calm him a bit as he entered, the familiar setting letting him slow his horse a little. He stopped Carl and looked back, stopping for a long while to make sure he wasn’t being tailed before heading back to his home, the freshly falling snow would cover his tracks eventually.

As soon as Carl could, they were heading full speed back to the cabin, and all Techno could think about was you. He remembered the past couple of months with you, the two of you had been dancing around your feelings about one another for a long while. Friendly laughs turned into lingering touches, and late-night conversations turned into getting lost in one anothers' eyes for what seemed to be hours on end, not realizing you were close to kissing until your noses practically touched. You had parted ways temporarily to go grab some resources, and he would never forgive himself if that temporary separation turned into more.

The voices didn’t help his nerves about the situation, however.

‘The Butcher Gang got them’

‘Go back’

‘They’ll never forgive you’

‘Where is Y/N?’

‘Are they okay??’

‘Make them pay’

It was a dizzying mix of emotions, and all he could do was hold the reins tighter as he hurled full speed towards his destination.

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The sun had fallen below the horizon, the moon and stars rising in his stead to provide her usual peaceful silence that came with night in the Arctic, but this night was quite the opposite.

Anxiety fueled your every move, checking the windows and stoking the fire until you thought you saw something in the distance. Upon squinting your eyes, you realized what it was.

The initial shock and fear of thinking that whoever had taken Techno had come back to finish the job wore off as you threw on your shoes and a coat haphazardly while sprinting out of the door.

The absolute euphoria you felt at seeing Techno riding towards you at full speed was too much to put into words. Techno leapt off of his horse and sprinted towards you, enveloping you in his arms the moment the two of you met.

The feeling of his warm arms around you was incomparable to any other, and the absolute joy you felt as you cupped his cheek and looked into his eyes - tears welling up in your own - you knew you would never feel again. Your voice was quiet and broken as you spoke, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I thought I’d never see you again…”

He cupped your face, gently wiping away the tears there as he shook his head, too elated for words at just seeing you were okay. He shook his head again, embarrassment be damned if he was going to let this chance slip away from him. He leaned down and kissed you full on.

Your eyes widened for a moment before you realized what happened, but upon feeling you reciprocate his touches, he practically melted in your arms. Knocking on Death’s door really gave him a new appreciation for life and everything in it. He had no time to dance around his feelings for you any longer.

Fireworks felt like they were going off in your chest, but the pull for air was only getting stronger by the instant, and as you separated, the two of you panted, the falling snow speckling your hair, making it look like stars to Techno’s eyes. Your gazes locked, and you gave a sheepish smile, giggling softly. Techno cupped your face once more and pressed your foreheads together in a silent agreement to never let each other go again.

“I love you to the ends of the earth, my Aphrodite.”

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The Curse of a Rose

Pairing: c!Technoblade x Reader

Summary: Red roses. Such a fragile, yet dangerous thing.

Warnings: Blood, Slight gore, Angst, Betrayal

Word Count: 823 Quite short, but I think it’s good for a first post.

Author’s Note: :)

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There was so much dread.

It weighed in a pit in his stomach like a rock, before snaking its way up his throat, leaving bile and a sick feeling. 

Blood was supposed to give life

Blood protects people.

Blood heals.

Blood covered his hands. It always had.

So why was the sight of it so disturbing this time?

He snapped back to reality, he wasn't sure how long it had been, or quite where he was, but he was sweating, he felt something was off. Despite the perfect afternoon with temperatures that held comfortably, and wind that licked his skin gently, he was sweating.

Technoblade sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, using a hand purchased on the ground to keep himself upright. He looked off the cliff to the sunset, the sun clawing to stay into the sky, sending flaming fingers of yellow, orange, and red to keep their purchase on the quickly darkening sky, but it was all in vain as the cruel mistress of the moon guided the stars into their positions. He sat, cross-legged as he watched the sunset, trying his damned hardest to remember where he was and how he got here. 

It came back to him soon enough. Y/N had taken him out to read and nap in the afternoon sun, he remembered. The tree to his right with a book and satchel with some gear was proof enough of that. He remembered them falling asleep in his lap, their eyes closing and their face falling into a serene smile that outshone even the sun himself. 

So...where were they? 

He looked around to find them, and to his surprise, did. They were sitting a couple yards away, staring at him with that same serene smile as ever, their arms opening for him once he saw them. 

He didn’t hesitate. He stood and ran to them, the discomfort of the dream falling off of his shoulders like a blanket of guilt as he crashed into their arms, nuzzling into their neck. 

“Oh, my love, is everything okay?”

You asked in that sweet voice that had lulled him to sleep countless times. In that voice that had helped him calm down from countless bloody rages brought on by the onslaught of voices. In that voice that took his panic and held it for him, giving his mind a much needed break from itself. 

Your arms wrapped around him as you buried your face in his soft hair, smelling it for the last time. 

“Yeah...I just had a bad dream…”

He said, relaxing into your arms as you stroked his head softly, reminiscing over the years that you had spent together silently. He looked up to you with those tired maroon eyes. Those eyes were so beautiful, and you had looked into them countless times. 

They had shown you kindness. 

They had shown you friendship.

They had shown you love.

And now they showed you surprise. 

His breaths came out ragged for a moment as your smile dropped, his own mirroring your expression. His eyes - those damn eyes - looked down to where your dagger was stuck hilt deep into his chest.

He looked back up to you, a mixture of emotions flashing across his face, but the one that hurt you the most was the pain. He could feel the cold obsidian dagger in his body, he could feel the way it tore through his skin, and the way his blood rushed out around it. Your eyes filled with tears as you cradled the dying man in your arms once more, feeling his breaths come shallow and ragged, their decline noticeable. 

He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to do. He had been betrayed before, but never like this. Him and Y/N had been with one another for decades. The handle of the blade looked familiar, and as he stared at it, he finally put the pieces together.

It was a bright day. Stillness had cursed the tundra once more, and the sun hung lazily in the sky. That was the day that Technoblade had approached you, holding a spruce box in his hands. You had asked him what it was, but his lack of words just led to him gesturing to take it. You took it and opened it, and inside lay a beautifully carved obsidian dagger. The blade shined with the enchanted sheen of sharpness, and a small gold inlay decorated the side of the knife. The area that connected the knife to the handle was carved out to be a blossoming rose, the stem twisting down to become the handle that fit your hand with a perfect snugness that only he would’ve known. 

Now the blade shone as brightly as ever, blood rushing down the gold inlay to drip off of the petals of the rose, the flower finally blossoming into the red that it was meant to be. 

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Helloo can I be 🧅 anon?

Oh course, my love! Welcome, 🧅 Annon!

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Oh, Darling...Why are you still up? Oh well, come see what the night has to offer. [Navigation]

Welcome to my blog! Here, you can find the Masterlist in the Sleepy Library, Info about me in the Uncanny Observatory, and Boundaries and the Master List in the Common Room!

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The fire crackles in the hearth, illuminating the room with a dim, warm glow that reaches out to you with a comforting hand. You look around the cluttered yet organized room, desks lining the walls, and a spiral staircase starts its way up against the back wall, spiraling up into the unknown. The desks are full of trinkets and scrolls that spill over the desks like rivers on cliffs. You walk towards the staircase...

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