rat-poisin - Tumblr blog

rat-poisin · 2 years

Text

a message to alexander/technoblade

from tumblr’s techno writer, kay

there’s a lot of words in the world, but none come close to describing the impact you had on my life. i was a girl who was failing school, and desperately hoping her addict father would finally stop hurting her.

you made things better. you fought dream in that battle and i instantly fell for your humour and your skill. you are incredible, and i knew that from the moment i was first introduced to you.

my life has never been easy. i fixate on things to help me forget. but you were the one thing that i felt was constant. the first ‘phase’ of fixation that i felt could be forever. i wanted you to be forever. you brought happiness into my life at a time where i thought all hope was lost. i was dying and you saved me.

people always say that loving somebody like this is stupid, that it’s parasocial. but i didn’t love because of that. i loved him because i understood him. and i felt like he understood me.

people close to me always joked about how similar we both were. our humour, our disabilities, our personalities. he made me feel seen, that it was okay to be myself. he made me feel special without even knowing it.

and so i decided to write. i hadn’t started fanfiction in years, and yet with him, he made me motivated. it was different. i wasn’t writing fanfiction because i was crushing on him, i wrote it because i understood his character. technoblade is a fascinating man, both in and out of his character. he’s charming, witty, compassionate— but above all, he was brave.

as somebody who comes from a family that has cancer running through it, i know how hard that battle can be. how emotionally draining it can be. but despite the hardships he faced, he never let it show. in fact, he even went out of his way to assure us that he was getting better, even though he knew he wasn’t. he was dying, and all he wanted to do was put a smile on people’s faces.

technoblade will always be my biggest and greatest love. he ignited my love for gaming, my love for writing, and above all, my love for living. he made each day that little bit easier to wake up for. i dress almost every day in his merch, his plushies line my shelves and my desk. there isn’t an inch of my room that isn’t covered in his propaganda and i wouldn’t have it any other way. he brought so much light into my life, and he will always continue to do so.

the connection i had to him doesn’t run as deep as his friends or family, and i can’t even begin to imagine how they’re feeling right now. the hurt in my body is abysmal compared to them, but i know they’re slowly healing like i am.

when i became the ‘techno writer’ of tumblr, i had no idea just how much it would change my life. his community allowed me to meet so many great people, and i will forever be thankful that i took that risk to start writing for him. i tried to help spread the light he installed into people’s lives, and i hope that i was able to bring you comfort with my work.

technoblade brought me comfort. he always did. whether it was late night rewatches of his videos, random livestreams, writing stories for his character, buying his merch or cuddling with his plushies at night— every ounce of love and attention i put into that man will never be a regret. he is a soul that is beautiful, kind, and powerful.

although i stopped writing for him, i never stopped supporting him. i will always support him. his battle is over, and i know he’s in a better place now. he doesn’t have to suffer anymore, and i know when this hole in my heart finally heals, i’ll be able to find peace knowing that he’s not hurting.

being a technoblade fan has had some of the greatest highlights of my life. the art, the writing, the editing— everything about his fandom has been nothing but supportive and talented. his community was just a replica of him.

alexander ‘technoblade’ was a supportive friend, and a talented being.

thank you for helping me fall in love with writing again.

thank you for giving me comfort on dark nights.

thank you for allowing me to love your work.

thank you for taking on a role model figure for the community.

thank you for being you.

i love and cherish you, in this life and the next.

— kay

358 notes · View notes

rat-poisin · 3 years

Text

sharing is caring (pt 1)

18+ MINORS DNI.

cc!dream & cc!sapnap x fem!reader (you/yours/she/her, feminine pentanes/body descriptions used)

cw: smut, threesome, porn w plot, oral (m & f receiving), non-monogamy

an: there will be a part two w george! this is the full fic from this post that you all wanted so badly! hope you enjoy! (also 2.5k words letsgoooo)

Dream had never really been the jealous type. Like of course he’d be a bit upset if someone else was flirting with his partner, or if he wasn’t getting enough attention, or if he was feeling especially needy. But that was normal.

What was not normal was wanting your friends to be attracted to your partner. Surely. He refused to believe that it was legitimately pride filling his chest when he first noticed Sapnap ogling you on game night. No, it couldn’t be an actual good feeling in reaction to one of his best friends sneaking glances at your cleavage. It must be something else. He probably just thinks it’s funny.

But it gets harder to use that excuse. One day he’s in the kitchen with you and George, and you laugh at something George is showing you on his phone. Completely oblivious to the effect you have on people, you lean in, your head close to his and a hand on his back as you look over his shoulder at the screen. Dream watches as George goes red and swallows. And when George looks up and makes brief and nervous eye contact with him before quickly looking away? He grins.

Okay. So maybe he likes that you’re hot. It’s not like he didn’t already know that. You’re flawless in his eyes, and almost everything you do, intentional or not, makes him weak in the knees. He loves parading you around, spoiling you, showing you off. Hell, there’s probably more pictures of you than him on his social media.

But this feels like more than that. Suddenly when he’s spreading your legs, his mind is drifting to thinking about how he could hold you down and show you off for one of his friends. And he knows that if it wasn’t for your relationship, they would jump on the opportunity to get in your pants.

Having you, something he knew other people wanted, drove him crazy. The idea that one of his friends would love to be in his position; sometimes the thought alone makes him groan.

When he finally musters up the courage to ask you, you’re a bit hesitant. You eye him like there’s a punchline coming, half expecting a camera man to jump out from behind a curtain or under your bed.

“Am I being pranked..?”

He can’t really blame your reaction, but still, it’s embarrassing. He doesn’t have to say anything more though, because the way he goes red and squirms gives away he’s dead serious. After laying out some ground rules, plus the feelings and exclusivity talk, you’re on board. Dream couldn’t be more excited. During that conversation, you also agree you must take advantage of this opportunity to tease. It’d just be a waste if you didn’t.

So you really milk it. The two of you start making out in the living room more often, and poor Sapnap just cannot stop walking in on you. He yelps and goes red every time, always turning on his heel and beelining it for the exit.

You make sure to be a little touchier with George, like catching him off guard by fixing his hair for him, startling him into momentary stunned silences.

Dream takes it a step further, he’ll make an effort to fuck you harder when he hears one of the boys passing your shared bedroom, urging you to moan and whine loud enough they could hear.

He finally makes the final push when he’s on a discord call with both of them. He’s having his fun, making them flustered. They both let out nervous chuckles and try not to look too interested as he makes comments on your performance in bed last night. That’s when he decides to just put it out there.

“I’m serious, you guys should try sometime.”

George’s eyebrows shoot up, making a face like he’s waiting for Dream to say he didn’t mean it like that, and Sapnap guffaws. “Duu-u-ude, I think you should reword that.” he says, giggling through his words. Dream laughs, but lets the silence hang in the call.

“You’re joking.” George insists, but Dream just smiles, and shrugs his shoulders.

“What does she think about that?” the youngest asks carefully, clearly trying not to jump on the idea too quickly. It’s funny really, and just reaffirms to Dream that everything will be fine, these are his best friends, and they’d never do anything to cross a boundary.

“She’s already said she wants to.” he replies, smiling in his chair as he watches the boys try to mask their intrigue from behind their screens. They seem to be weighing the situation, eyes darting from person to person in the call, so Dream continues, finishing the conversation all together.

“Just whenever you guys feel like it, you can ask me, or initiate with her. Easy peasy.”

It must not be that easy, because there’s a week or two where nothing happens. More than nothing actually. The boys startle easier than ever. George can barely look you in the eyes, for a few days he actively tries not to be alone in a room with you. Sapnap is a bit different, you’re constantly catching him staring at you, seemingly lost in thought, and he flushes red everytime you smile back at him.

He’s the first to fold though. One night a knock sounds on your bedroom door, and Dream untangles himself from your cuddle session to answer it. When he steps aside so you can see who it is, Sapnap is standing awkwardly in the doorway, dressed in sweatpants and a snug black t-shirt that hugs his biceps nicely. His eyes flick between you and your boyfriend, looking more than uncertain. “Um. Is now a bad time?”

“Not at all!” you assure, waving your hand for him to come in. He does, swallowing hard when you pull him down to sit on the edge of the bed. Dream leans against a dresser facing the both of you, looking smug as ever as he watches.

You put a gentle hand on Sapnap’s cheek, softly turning his blushing face to look at you. “What do you wanna do?” you ask, and he opens and closes his mouth like he doesn’t know where to start. He keeps looking over at Dream, still checking that this is fine, and he’s not failing some bizzare test of friendship.

“You’re good, man.” Dream says, crossing his arms over his chest with a soft smile and a nod. That seems to calm the younger man's nerves, because he turns back to you with a determined glint in his eye. “Can we- can I kiss you first?” he asks, and you almost coo as you nod, because he’s just so polite. Instead of actually replying you lean in to press your lips to his, sliding your fingers along the scruff on his jaw.

He lets out a little surprised noise into the kiss, but pushes towards you and places a warm hand on your knee. His other hand drifts up to your waist, bunching up the fabric of your shirt in his fist.

All too soon he’s pulling away and using both hands to lift your shirt up just enough that he can get access to your tits. His head ducks down and lips press against your skin, leaving wet kisses and hickeys in his wake. You whine and squirm in his grip and his hands tighten, fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place. His hands drift lower, grabbing your ass and kneading the plush of it.

“Dream’s a lucky guy.” Sapnap mumbles, pressing a final kiss to your shoulder before reconnecting his lips with yours.

Still leaning against the dresser, Dream looks on as the both of you kiss. Even though he already knew he wanted this, he’s still somehow surprised that it doesn’t bother him. Like, at all. It feels good, watching two of his favourite people together in such an intimate setting.

His love language is gift giving after all, and he guesses sharing counts.

“Go easy Sap, she’s sensitive.” Dream chides, before pushing off the dresser and moving towards the both of you on the bed. Sapnap pulls back as he approaches, looking more than a bit embarrassed from his tone. Dream watches as you stare up at him with needy eyes and grins wide when you lean into his hand cupping your face.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, petting your cheekbone with his thumb. His heart swells when you smile softly and nod. “You gonna take care of my friend?” he asks again, voice gentle as he slides his free hand up your thigh, playing with the hem of your pyjama shorts.

You nod again, and Sapnap lets out a little gasp when you lean over and start to tug down his sweatpants. Dream laughs, making some comment about how eager you are, but Sapnap barely hears it over the sound of blood pumping in his ears. He rests a hand on your hair, and groans loud when he feels your hand pull him from his sweats and wrap around him.

He glances over at Dream, who’s pulled down your shorts down and off your legs, but his attention is quickly snapped back to you when he feels your lips wrap around his cock. “Oh god- nffmg.. shit.” he curses sharply, followed by a quick inhale through clenched teeth.

“She’s good, huh?” Dream says as he slips a finger inside you. You whine around the cock in your mouth in reaction, and Sapnap grips your hair harder, trying not to buck his hips. He manages to make a noise of agreement to Dream, who just keeps talking, making it impossible for Sapnap to stop blushing.

“Best part is she loves giving it, gets her so wet.” Sapnap fully whines at that, squeezing his eyes closed as you sink your mouth down all the way to the base of his cock, your nose pressing into his tummy and staying there for a very brief moment before pulling off completely.

“It’s really- it's so good.” Sapnap groans, looking down at your bobbing head with a tilted brow, but not exactly sure who he’s saying it to. The combination of Dream’s fingers, Sapnap’s dick, and both of their words has you writhing and moaning, perfectly overwhelmed. The pace of Dream’s hand is unrelenting, and he must notice you’re getting close because he grunts out a devastating order, “You’re not allowed to cum until you make him finish. Take care of Sap, then you get what you want.”

He seems to be feeling a bit nice though, because he reaches out with his free hand and pulls your hair away from your face in a makeshift ponytail. Your jaw is growing sore, tears brimming in your eyes from the strain and effort of it all. But god do you want to come, and almost more, you want Sapnap to come too.

“C’mon doll, I know you can take more of him than that.” Dream mocks, before using his grip on your hair to shove you fully onto Sapnap’s cock. It makes the younger man let out a guttural groan like he’d been punched, one of his hands on your jaw as your boyfriend harshly guides your head up and down. He never pulls you off far enough to get a satisfying breath, but luckily for you it only takes a few times of Sapnap hitting the back of your throat for him to gasp out a choked off whine and shoot ropes of cum into your mouth.

Dream holds you on him until Sapnap’s legs have stopped twitching under your hands, and he mumbles reminders about swallowing all of it when he gently lifts you off. Hand still holding your hair back, he pulls you to look over your shoulder at him where he leans in and captures your mouth in a kiss. He takes one of your hands in his, pressing it to the bulge in his pants. You can only imagine how desperate he must be, waiting so patiently, but he doesn't show it when he whispers to you, “Can you help me out, sugar, or d’you just wanna come and be done for tonight?” He peppers kisses over your face while he waits for your answer, and to your side you feel Sapnap smoothing his hands gently over your hips.

“I can help.”

“Thank you, pretty girl. Sap’s gonna get you off while you help me, m’kay?”

After being manhandled into position, you’re laying on your stomach, ass in the air, Dream in front of you, and Sap behind. It’s embarrassing, but you can’t very well focus on that feeling with Dream in your mouth and Sapnap mouthing at your pussy.

His tongue is working like crazy drawing strings out tiny noises out of you, his fingers sliding in and out faster than you can really handle. You’re working your boyfriend’s dick over with your hands and mouth, drooling all over him how he likes it. His head falls back against the headboard with a low drawn out groan, his hands gently holding your hair out of the way.

Sapnap crooks his fingers and you’re done, shaking as he works you through your orgasm. Your jaw is far too sore to speed up, so you pull your lips off of Dream’s cock with a pop and jerk him as best as you can. His abdomen clenches as he lets go shortly after you, spurts of cum landing on your cheeks and nose.

“Fuck that was so good, thank you thank you thank you.” he praises, tissues from your bedside table gently wiping your face clean.

When Dream pulls you up and into his chest, you feel the mattress dip as someone eases off the bed. When you look over Sapnap is pulling his pants back on, looking prepared to leave.

“You’re going already?” you ask clearly, a frown on your face.

He looks more than surprised, looking between you and your boyfriend. He doesn’t want to make you upset, but he just assumed he wouldn’t be involved in the after-part.

Dream chuckles, smoothing a hand over your hair where you lay on his chest. “Just stay for a few minutes, tiny cuddle sesh.” he says, and Sapnap slowly clambers back onto the bed, laying down behind you. You all end up adjusting so Dream spoons you, wrapped up in his arms facing Sap. Sapnap himself turns to face the both of you, blushing like mad when you take his hand in yours and close your eyes to sleep.

“Thanks for doing this man, love you.” Dream whispers, yawning his way through the last bit.

“Anytime, brother.” Sap jokes at equal volume, and Dream smiles with closed eyes.

Sapnap thinks to himself that he’ll just wait till you’re asleep before going back to his own room, but even after sleep has lulled both you and your boyfriend’s breathing even and deep, he can’t bring himself to pry out of your grip. So he lets himself drift into sleep, hand in yours.

When Dream wakes up part way through the night and looks over at the two of you deep in sleep, his heart swells even through the drowsiness. He couldn’t be happier about who he gets to share you with- well, unless George ever joined. He thinks that might top it.

#reblog #squeak #moss

1K notes · View notes