#kinda low effort but I wanted to start off easy

[local-diavolo-anon]

i'm back!

ok so 2/3 days ago i found this youtube video where op turned Springtrap (or well, William Afton) into a fully build DnD character, and if i say so myself: things got out of hand fast

so here is my take on DnD Springtrap and specifically on that build (adding more infos under the cut for who is interested, i suggest to watch the video first)

starting with saying that unless you're playing in a scifi setting, this build is either not for you or to be modified, since in later levels spells are heavily centered around technomagic and electronic devices; personally when i will play him i will probably tinker around with the chosen spells and cantrips to make him less violently niche and/or more versatile

which kinda saddens me because it takes away not little of the characterization but, given most dnd stories take place in a medieval fantasy or high fantasy setting, a cantrip like On/Off or a spell like Remote Access are NOT particularly useful; so i will go for more psychic damage or necromancy oriented abilities, maybe i might take more than just 4 levels in artificier as well (especially given that again, all of those warlock spells at later levels are all technology oriented) but i need to see what those offer

however it is a kinda tank-y build given that with a shield on you can get up to a 27 of Ac, so even with low damage and not much hp you would not struggle too much to stay alive, and i like that!

as for the character himself, i put too much effort into my interpretation not to share it, so if anyone wants to play this guy as well, i fabricated a possible backstory that might come useful:

The character goes by the name "Dave Miller" (or whatever variant you want to use), and was originally a human artificier who created constructs for a living, mainly with the goal of offering aid to who needed it for whatever reason.

There however he ran into an issue, that being that a robot need a power source, and his own heart and lungs could not sustain a whole robot by themselves.

After losing part of his family to some kind of accident he became terrified of death, so with age he started replacing his own body parts with machinery to delay his last days (which made him a cyborg), until the point where he was very very close to become just a robot.

(This part may or may not involve a pact with a deity of death, this entirely depends on how you want to play him but it would make sense since the build is an artificier/warlock hybrid)

Through particular and very much not illegal experiments tied to necromancy he discovered that the life force of a living being could be shared, and used as a form of fuel. (possibly: age lived of the creature used= amount of extra months you get)

Here comes the second problem: this only worked with intelligent creatures, and more specifically, it worked best with creatures of your own race, which meant that he either went around murdering people or he found another solution. Non same-race creatures worked as well but not as good and there were not easy to find in the middle of a city and with a shop tied to your name.

And here is where and WHY he'd join a party of adventurers: after some time, his reserves or fuel were running VERY thin, and running into a group of adventurers was a god sent because by joining their party he essentially got a free pass to kill whoever he wanted, and reduce them to a dried raisin after sucking some life force out of them. Doing so you learn that the mowe powerful the creature is, the more energy it produces as well.

Your goal, that you as the player are following, when role-ing your character? essentially slay whatever powerful BBEG your Dm throws at you and suck all of that juicy fuel out of them, so that you can return to your little shop in the middle of the capital and return to create and sell whatever weird construct, doll, or robot comes to your mind for another few decades undisturbed.

And this is it. I think this might be a good backstory that could fit pretty much any setting you want to play this guy into, be it classic dnd or some scifi futuristic thing.

of course you don't NEED to use this one line per line, make up your own without looking back if you don't like it lol, dnd is the "make up shit and have fun" game after all!

Edit: also no his outfit makes no sense, i just went with vibes and decided a tanktop dress shirt, a twin tailed gilet and suspenders OVER said gilet was a good choice.

[envy-of-the-apple]

Ik requests are closed but just an idea suggestion 😓 reader whos husband pressured their relationship to turn open, only for him to deeply regret it when reader starts getting laid more than him with a character. idk could do any character but im kinda thinking this is gojo or getos thing. and theyve been WAITING for her so they are NAWT letting her husband close it. shes theirs now

Tik tok has been force feeding me Reddit stories with Minecraft brainrot so this came at the perfect time

you (40f) and your husband (43m) have been going through a rough patch when he demands to open the marriage. Afraid to lose him you agree and have to watch him put in more effort than he ever did for you just to go out and leave you alone at night. After a while you pick yourself up and decide to go out too. Maybe at a bar you meet Gojo (28m) and Geto (27m) who buy you drinks and try to get you to go home with them. You go along with it, trying to get your mind off of your husband and hoping the attention of two younger men will do the trick.

they shower you in adoration. gifting you with jewels, designer clothes, taking you out to expensive restaurants that your husband could never look at. being with them is amazing and fun! theyre young, hot, rich. its nice to finally be coddled over.

eventually, when your asshat of a husband realizes he's not even getting a crumb of pussy, and sees you're getting showered with Birkin bags he instantly demands to close back up the relationship.

you timidly agree because he's your husband, and gojo and geto cant undo the years of low-self esteem being married to this guy's done on you. in your head you knew whatever you have with gojo and geto cant last forever. this has just been fun.

gojo and geto disagree and when they figure out you've cut yourself off because of your shitty husband. they lose their shit.

they've been wanting to get rid of him for a while. Now...they have to expedite the process.

they sit him down, hand him a check with a shit ton of cash. Greedily, your husband agrees to all their demands. Divorce you, take nothing, and leave without a word.

(of course, they wont just let your ex go off scot-free, not after everything he did to you. maybe the check was a fraud. maybe he's arrested without a second glance. maybe gojo claims he doesn't know what he's talking about when your ex claims to know the Gojo heir. i mean who's gonna believe some nobody over Gojo and Geto?)

naturally, you're heartbroken, left with a crumbling self-esteem, it's all too easy for the two to corral you back into their arms again, just like it used to be.

[yameoto]

NEW BOT ALERT! — new ex babysitter!sam carpenter bot for uh. health and wealth purposes. the concept was inspired by this excellent oneshot that drives me apeshit wild.

(ex) babysitter!sam headcanons.. because i’m doin those, now. expect a lot more to come.

✗ warnings ; large age gap (sam 26, reader 18-19), nsfw at bottom. dom/sub.

an absolute sucker for you. like when you were little and you wanted something— like an extra helping of dessert or to ditch out on homework: all you had to do was pout and blink up at her with those big, pleading doe eyes and she'd cave immediately. two seconds flat, easy. now? that still hasn't changed. you have her wrapped around your finger with a single look and it drives her crazy.

would spoil you to PIECES. ofc when u she used to babysit you she would pay for everything, but even now that you're a grown adult with an (albeit low-paying) part-time job, she'd find any excuse to spoil you. just.. coming home with random gifts at any point of the week. like it could be 4pm on a thurday afternoon and she could come up behind you like "baby, you know those headphones you really wanted..? well.."

or jst going out shopping with her and you wouldnt even have to ask for her to pay because she'd be striding to the counter with her card out, already.

definitely calling you "princess". i mean, that's what you are, right? you always have been, always will.

makes her knees weak when you call her "sammy" . you'd exclusively call her it when you were a kid and despite all efforts to prevent this, now, still makes her chest collapse when you say it. and when u add the cheeky little conjunction my, in front of it? oh, boy. just know you're getting more than a good night's kiss, tonight.

she loves it when you whine or beg her for anything. like.. loves.

she just likes taking care of you in general, so anytime you go to her for anything it makes her happy which is kind of fucking adorable. but she finds you coming to her for help adorable, too, so.. win-win?

can never stay mad at you. even on days where u make it your life's mission to annoy her (its your job to keep her on her toes!) she legitimately just.. can't — and believe her, she's tried. stuck in a perpetual state of mild exasperation.

veryyy protective nd possessive . but in more subtle manners like very adamantly refusing to let you walk on the side of pavement next to the road. or always having either an arm wound around your waist or your shoulders or interlocking your fingers — anything that keeps you safe and snug by her side. she’s just so used to the feeling of protecting u and she kinda just never wants it to stop.

..nsfw!

uses the fact she used to babysit you for EVIL. in stupid ways like smirking and asking if you want her to "tuck you in" before bed, except she's straddling your chest and gently prising your mouth open with her thumb and 'tucking you in' means 'choking on her cock'.

obsessed with bouncing you on her lap. u guys cld be doing something completely innocent, like watching tv with the whole gang in the room and she'll pull u onto her lap and slowly start to rock you on her thigh, like how u used to when u were a kid. except this time, you're both grown up and her knee's sliding upwards and pressing against your cunt and oh. whispering "shh," in your ear as she continues to grind her knee up your skirt, fucking purring at all the pretty little noises you make.

actively enjoys punishing you when you get too bratty. she finds your whines adorable, of course, but if she's feeling too grouchy she's not above replacing those complaints in your mouth with you know — something more substantial.

adores praising you and calling you endearments during sex. calling you a sweet little thing and whispering soft, reverential promises into your ear as she absolutely ruins you.

cups your jaw and forces you to look at her when you suck her off. utterly obsessed with that wide, glazed-over look in your eyes whenever you're on your knees for her. the way your adorable little puppy eyes go all glassy nd sparkly w tears when she rams her hips forward and makes you sputter. cradling the back of your head and holding you there as she thrusts, cooing sweet nothings while she bruises the back of her your throat.

[munson-blurbs]

hey! Could you do something where reader and eddie are doing... it and wayne walks in. Just kinda smutty and funny

Poor Wayne :( this was really fun to write, though!

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fingering, p in v, kinda public sex?

WC: 2.5k

A/N: This was a collab with @hxllfired! Please go and show her all the love.

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You’re roused from your slumber when the sheets rustle, and the comforter is pulled off a few times too many. It isn’t hard to do, as you’re typically a very light sleeper, and Eddie really did try in his best efforts to not wake you up, but his restlessness really got the better of him this morning. 

As more melodramatic protests from behind you continue, you speak in a short tone, "Eds."

After a brief pause followed by a rueful “Sorry,” Eddie turned once more to face your back. He feels warm, contrasting perfectly with the spring chill filtering through the open window — of course you’d both forgotten to shut it last night after sharing a joint. 

Despite your best efforts to drift off again, you were unable to block out the persistent, nagging birdsong from outside; Instead you surrendered yourself to Saturday morning, disappointed you didn’t get to sleep in on your day off. 

There's more subtle movement, the springs protesting under his weight before he is pressing against you now, reaching a calloused hand to rub your arm, slipping up the sleeve of your shirt to reach your shoulder with every pass. Eddie leaves sleepy kisses over your shoulder, and you feel as if he'd dispelled your frustration like magic.

“Do you hear that?” Those same comforting hands now wander down the curve of your waist as you let out a quizzical hum in response. 

“Even the birds are fucking,” his voice is hushed; the comment makes you suppress a laugh at the obvious direction he’s headed with you, and it’s confirmed when his hands start moving underneath your shirt to feel you skin-to-skin just how you needed it.

“Who else is fucking?” you ask, but you know just based on how he touches your hips and the way he bends your waist. 

You feel his morning wood press against the curve of your ass. Despite knowing that it’s involuntary, Eddie insists that he’s only this hard when you sleep beside him. And who are you to correct him?

You grind on him instinctively, smirking as a breathy moan slips past his plush lips. His hand tugs at the waistband of your panties, and you wriggle until you feel the damp lace pool around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but his oversized Dio tee. 

“Jesus Christ, how are you already so wet for me?,” Eddie muses, running a thick finger along your folds. “Were you havin’ a good dream?”

“Maaaaybe,” you giggle, inhaling sharply as he finds your clit and rubs it in slow, agonizing counterclockwise motions. 

“Mind if I make it come true?” His lips dance across the nape of your neck, exposed by the messy bun you use to keep your hair out of your face while you sleep. It also gives Eddie easy access to one of your favorite spots to be kissed. 

You nod excitedly. “I’d love that,” you tell him, humming as he increases his speed slightly. “But can you really get Rob Lowe here that fast?” 

Eddie audibly gasps, moving his hand from your wanting pussy to tickle your sides. You laugh at the sensation, even through the shirt. “How dare you!” he growls teasingly. He smacks noisy kisses to your cheek as he slings a leg over yours, hooking it around your calf and drawing you closer. “Bet Rob Lowe couldn’t make you feel this good,” he murmurs as he broaches your hole with his middle finger. “Bet he couldn’t fill up this tight pussy with just one finger.”

The stretch feels too good; you couldn’t tease him anymore even if you wanted to. You whine pathetically as you involuntarily clench around his stagnant digit. “Please, don’t tease me.” 

Although you can’t see his face, you know that there’s a smirk on it. “‘Not too sure if I should give you what you want, sweetheart. Not after that ‘Rob Lowe’ comment of yours.” But he can’t deny you for long; he’s a sucker for the moans that escape you at his touch. He’s gentle as he adds in a second finger, curling them perfectly — by now he knew exactly how to touch you, and he loved to show you he did.

“Can you keep kissing me?” There’s an innocence in your tone that drives him absolutely wild. But that’s not why you asked; you crave the intimacy that the feeling of his lips on your skin brings. If you can’t gaze into his beautiful brown eyes while he’s inside you, his tender kisses are the next best thing. 

Eddie slightly shifts himself up, giving himself more comfortable access to your neck. Your whole body shivers as his breath tickles your skin, and your nipples harden when his lips leave open mouth kisses to the back of your neck. You can’t help but to pull your shirt up, tilting your head back with a sigh when your hand kneads your breast. 

“There you go,” he praises in your ear, fingers still curling firmly into you. Your cheeks are flushed, lips parted as Eddie stimulates you in every way he knows how. 

Eddie shushes into your ear as soon as your moans increase in volume. “That’s it,” he cooes, between kisses. “What else do you need, baby?” He’s serious, no longer taunting you. He’s completely focused on pleasing you. 

You reach back and run your palm over his tented boxers that he wears in lieu of pajamas. Eddie hisses at the brief contact. “Just your fingers until you’re ready to give me this.” You’ve been together long enough to know that he’s ready—been ready—but you know better than to tell him what to do. He has no problem snapping right back into teasing you again.

Eddie pulls his fingers out of you, and you mewl at the sudden emptiness, and lack of pleasure while he reaches his hand up, and you can hear him sucking your slick off of his hand. 

“You always taste as good as you look, baby,” 

One more kiss onto your neck, then Eddie leans up onto his elbow to spit on his hand, letting it disappear into the covers; the soft schlick sound tells you that he’s stroking his cock, preparing himself to be inside you with ease.

“I swear, there’s nothing better than having you first thing in the morning, y/n,” he whispers behind your head as he settles back down. You can’t be bothered to point out that 9 AM is not exactly the crack of dawn, because he’s pushing into you from behind. The mushroom tip of his dick nudges against your velvety walls as he slides in. 

Your mouth hangs open beautifully and your hand reaches out to grab the edge of the mattress. You’re quiet at first, and Eddie listens for that- 

“Fuck,” your voice shivers, finally breaking into a small moan. His moves are slow, but the way your legs are pressed together makes it feel so good for both of you. You continue to hold onto the bed, knuckles white as he bottoms out into you, the sensation already so fucking much. 

When he reaches a hand to your breast to pinch your nipple you whisper his name, full of desperation and need.

“Thassit, baby,” he presses firmly into you with each thrust, and the pleasure builds up faster than a quick fuck.

“Say my name, just like that.” But you don’t have time to chant his name like a prayer before there’s a light knock on the door. 

“Ed? Y/N?  Are you guys awake in there?” Wayne’s gruff voice travels from the other side. He’s the kind of guy who speaks at one volume; he doesn’t yell, nor does he whisper. 

“Shit, shit,” Eddie panics, and you’re quick to adjust yourself into a more believable sleeping position.

“Pretend to be asleep!” you instruct Eddie, pulling the covers up as high as they can go, and tugging your shirt back down. You expect him to pull himself from you, maybe tuck his dick back into his boxers, but he just holds you impossibly close by your hips, his grip leaving an ache on your bones. Eddie continues to press into you firmly, occasionally rutting his hips. 

“What are you doing?” You hiss. 

“Shut up — You can come in!” Eddie calls back. You kick him in his shin with your heel, earning an oof from him, but he covers it well as Wayne pushes open his nephew’s door with an obnoxious creak. 

“She still sleepin’?” he asks, presumably talking about you. “I can come back when she wakes up. Just had the morning off and wanted to see if you lovebirds wanted to go to Benny’s for breakfast with me.”

You silently will Eddie to take Wayne up on his offer to return later, but he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. “Yeah, that sounds great!” he replies enthusiastically, still thrusting his hips ever so slightly. You try your best to inconspicuously stifle a moan. And then, to your chagrin, Eddie says, “something on your mind?”

Wayne sighs as though he’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. “Can’t hide anything from you, boy.” He gives a small chuckle. “Mind if I…” he trails off before sitting down on the bed—the very bed where Eddie is buried to the hilt inside your pussy. You feel the old mattress cave in where he plops down. 

“So,” he begins, exhaling again, “you two are really serious, huh?” Eddie nods behind you, keeping his very discrete, but rhythmic pace. You feel every damn inch of him as your orgasm slowly draws near. “How long’ve you been together?”

“A year the end of this month,” Eddie says proudly. 

The older man lets out a soft whistle. “Y’picked a good one, son.” You bite back a smile at Wayne’s approval. He meant everything to Eddie, and Eddie to him, so knowing that he likes you is a huge deal. Though you’re not sure how he would feel if he knew what was currently going on underneath the sheets. There’s a long pause before Wayne speaks again. “You’re, uh, you’re bein’ safe? Using the, uh, things I bought you?”

Eddie chokes on his own spit, and the sudden movement has him reaching even deeper within you. The truth is, the box of things has remained mostly untouched, since you’re on the pill. But Eddie isn’t about to divulge those details. “Yup, all good. No baby Munsons runnin’ around.”

“Good,” Wayne says briskly, placing his palms on his knees before starting to stand up with a loud groan. “At least, no babies yet. Maybe in a few years, once you get your own place, put a ring on her finger,” he suggests as his voice trails.  Wayne finally laughs at what must be a very bemused expression on Eddie’s face. “Now, don’t give me that look, Ed. Just the other day you were goin’ on and on, ‘I’m gonna marry that girl, Uncle Wayne. She’s the one!’”

“Okay, thank you for the breakfast invitation,” Eddie blurts out, desperate to end the conversation. You feel his body heat up against you with embarrassment. “I’ll let Y/N know once she wakes up.”

As soon as the door shuts, you burst out into a fit of giggles. “Eddie Munson, did your poor uncle buy you those condoms?” you ask between peals of laughter. “I feel like we have to use them now!”

“That was brutal,” Eddie groans, pressing his face into the back of your neck. His messy curls tickle your collarbones. 

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy around the girl you wanna marry!” you throw his own words back at him, frowning when you realize he’s no longer teasing you. His movements have stilled, though he’s still inside you. “Eddie? You okay?”

He shakes his head, forehead still nestled against you. “I didn’t know he was gonna say all that,” you can’t read the tone of his voice. “Did it, like, scare you?”

You crinkle your nose. “Not at all, actually,” you admit. “I really want to marry you someday. I mean, if you wanna marry me, and Wayne wasn’t just joking—”

“He wasn’t.” Eddie is quick, but firm in his response. “I told him that you’re it for me; you’re the love of my life.” He clears his throat. “And while we’re being honest, the thought of a couple of baby Munsons with you—in the very distant future—is somethin’ I’ve thought about, too.”

“Oh, really?” you say salaciously while you begin to sway your hips against his pelvis. His cock twitches as he grows harder inside you. “Well, why don’t we practice now so we’re professionals when it’s time to try for real?”

“Shit, sweetheart,” his breathing picks up, as he pulls the comforter up to watch you. He’s trying very hard to keep it together, but after Wayne’s interruption, and Eddie’s teasing, you both just want to cum already.

“You’d better make this quick, Eddie. I don’t want any more interruptions, I just want you to make me cum.”

Eddie makes a feral noise, and you feel his hand hook under your thigh, lifting your leg roughly. This new angle allows him better access to fuck into you roughly, while hitting that delicious spot inside you that makes you fall apart every time. 

“Of course, gorgeous. We can work up an appetite for that breakfast with Wayne.”

You weren’t sure how Wayne didn’t hear this time, but it helped Eddie’s other hand wrapped around you to cover your mouth, and the comforter muffled the slap your bodies made together. 

You’re clinging to anything, eyes squeezed shut as you say his name into the hand that silences you, he understood you loud and clear, and it was so fucking hot. 

“That’s it, good girl.” He continues fucking into you, his hand squeezing your leg so tight you are sure you’re going to bruise. 

You couldn’t help but to envision Eddie fucking you like this in the future, the goal to get you pregnant, and you let out another desperate moan. 

Eddie tells you he’s going to cum, and that’s what has you teetering on the edge, the second you start rhythmically squeezing against his cock, and your legs shake, he’s right after you, filling you with a drawn out moan into your neck. 

Your hip aches as he releases your leg, and he doesn’t pull out just yet as you come down from your high. It takes a few moments before he finally speaks,

“So excited for uncle Wayne to bring us for breakfast.” 

You turn your head to look at him, your lip curled in distaste, and when he notices his smile fades. “What?” He asks. 

“Don’t ever mention your uncle with your dick inside me again.” 

You can’t help but to laugh when he does, and Eddie pulls out of you before pulling your face to meet his with a smooch. 

“Come on, I know my future wife must be hungry.”

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[cdroloisms]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream sneaks into Pogtopia to see Wilbur

woo! managed to finish this in time. kinda unedited and kinda a mess but i've missed writing these guys; i'm deeefinitely in need of more practice to get c!wilbur's voice down, but hopefully this can be the start of me writing some more fic set earlier in the timeline, LMAO.

thanks @elmhat for the awesome event!! been epic to see people's submissions and i cant wait to see this continue. ur awesome <3

c!dream meets up with c!wilbur to tell him about a change to their plans | 2.3k words

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<Dream> be there in 5 

The communicator in Wilbur’s hand casts a pale glow onto the palm of his hand, the only light he has to guide him as he paces the length of the hollowed-out room; it’s dark, zombies groaning somewhere outside, the dead singing their songs, shuffling through underbrush in the belly of the forest that surrounds Pogtopia. The air is musty in their little dugout, a claustrophobic awning of stone carved into the side of a hill, well-shadowed even during the day, the darkness swallowing the wan light of the comm in his hands now. He can barely see the floor underneath him as he walks, shuffling steps forward and back, ten paces each. He presses his hand against the wall, turning to the entrance and standing still. 

Phil always had a whole thing about light, Wilbur having grown up on lectures about light levels and spawn-proofing and the dangers of leaving cavities unlit while mining, had grilled him on different ways of keeping a room from becoming a death trap. Carpets, half-slabs, glass. How many times had he been warned of the danger presented by surprise creepers and dark corners? 

Phil had never been much of a fan of explosions. 

The main server is mostly well-lit, but the secrecy demanded by revolution effort means that the forest surrounding Pogtopia gets much darker. Not that he’s in the main ravine at the minute–with the amount of people coming and going as of late, Dream had wanted their meeting to be in a slightly more discreet location, and Wilbur had agreed. It was easy enough to slip away with Technoblade once again off to do his own thing and Tommy having run off to find Tubbo, and Wilbur had managed to arrive to the room sufficiently early before sunset to prevent himself from getting ambushed by mobs. 

He slips his hand into his coat pocket. Chekov’s gun is smooth and cold against the palm of his hand, polished wood and metal. He smooths the pads of his fingers down the barrel, over the trigger. He leaves it, pulling out a half-empty pack of cigarettes instead. His lighter provides a clearer view of the room, still empty. Dream is late. 

Dream is usually late, then again–it’s expected, really, with the way he runs around the server, always busy, always chasing down those plans of his, smart man that he is. Dream likes his secrets, his mystery, mask and armor all made to keep his cards close to his chest–Wilbur can hardly fault him for it, god no. Dream has what he wants, just as they all do, all of them tripping over themselves in their ambition, crabs in a bucket, the pledges to help the revolution coming from each one that jumps off of Schlatt’s sinking ship. He breathes in deep, smoke coating his lungs with tar. 

“Wilbur?” 

Light throws itself into the room from the entrance, rippling wildly as the fire on the end of Dream’s torch burns, casting wild shadows over his mask as he squeezes himself inside. Despite his armor, he has an uncanny knack for moving silently, cloak and hood pulled low over his head so that only the edge of the painted smile is visible. The torch is raised higher, moved left and right as Dream surveys the contents of the room around them. Wilbur smiles and tips his head towards him in greeting. 

“Dream, my man. How good to see you again.” 

“Wilbur…” Dream’s voice trails off. His head turns from one side to the other, making another anxious sweep of the room before refocusing on Wilbur, his hand moving to pull his hood down and then run his hand through his hair, having been pressed flat by the heavy fabric. The blank face of his mask stares back at Wilbur, tilting to the side like a confused dog as he shakes out his shoulders. “We…need to talk.” 

“Well? I’m all ears.” He gestures at himself, leaning against the wall of the room. Dream turns to look over his shoulder again. His armor glimmers, the light of the runes on their surface made more obvious in the dark. He bounces on the balls of his feet, reaches up once again to tug his fingers through his hair.

“It’s important.” No shit, Wilbur almost says, because for all that Dream might think that his mask hides everything he’s thinking, he’s never quite been as guarded with his body language as he might hope; the anxiety rolling off of every jerky movement is enough to set Wilbur’s teeth on edge as it is, never mind the long silences and hesitation, but he’s not stupid enough to think that that would get him anything resembling an answer. Instead, he raises an eyebrow, smiles wider, and spits out another curling thread of smoke.

“You’re an important man. I should hope so.” 

Dream pauses at that. His head does that tilt-thing again. “...alright.” 

“So? What is it? Do tell.” Has Dream decided to go against him? Perhaps. His enthusiasm with regards to their plan is more unpredictable than Wilbur had expected, sometimes perfectly willing, sometimes hesitant to agree to much of anything. But he had agreed, nonetheless, had provided the TNT that Wilbur has set sprawling underneath Manberg’s main stage; cold feet, now, would be rather unprecedented. Still, it’s Dream–very little can be discounted when Dream is in the picture, Wilbur knows. He places his hands in his pockets, thumbs hooked over the edge, pistol brushing against his fingertips. “I hate to push, but the suspense is killing me.” 

Dream takes another second, then reaches behind his head. Wilbur straightens where he’s standing, suddenly curious, as he removes his mask. 

He’s seen Dream without it only a few times–all able to be counted on one hand, this one included. The light of the torch illuminates his face from the chin up, cast shadows highlighting the contours of his skull, the contours of his cheeks, light catching under his brows. His features are delicate in a way that still surprises him, a smattering of freckles over the nose of his bridge made visible as he raises the torch higher. Dream’s eyes are a little wide, a little bloodshot. He bites his bottom lip, blinking twice in quick succession, eyes darting over the walls and then back to Wilbur’s face. 

“Schlatt called me. For a meeting earlier.” 

“Schlatt?” 

“He knows about the TNT.” 

Wilbur blinks. “Well, fuck.” 

“Look–Wilbur, look.” Dream makes a little move with his hands, shaking them out by the wrists. “It’s not–it’s not the end of. This, okay? But, he knows. I didn’t tell him. I don’t know how he found out, I don’t know if someone told him, I haven’t told anyone, but–he knows. We can still work with this.” 

“Schlatt knows?” He searches Dream’s face. He seems earnest, but god knows, but what would he have to gain from lying about this, anyway? Who else could’ve told him–Tommy? Tommy might not tell Schlatt directly, but Tommy has never been good with secrets, letting anyone and everyone in on everything with an apparent inability to control his own tongue–

“--but it’s, fine. The TNT is still there, the room is still intact. I checked some of the wiring and it doesn’t look like it’s been tampered with. Wilbur, are you listening to me?” 

Wilbur waves him off. “I’m listening. Just keep going.” 

“I don’t think we need to change anything with the TNT. Like, Schlatt’s just one guy. And his gear is shit. If he messes with the TNT, then we’ll–we’ll figure something out, but you know, I don’t even think he even, like, knows where it all is.” 

“Well, it’s kind of everywhere, so–” 

“–which is my point. It’s too deep, he’s still sitting on top of a bomb. There’s nothing–there’s nothing he can do.” Dream crosses his arms in front of his chest, still worrying his lip between his teeth. “I just thought you should know.” 

Schlatt knows. Schlatt knows–Wilbur paces against the wall of their room, ten paces forward and ten paces back. He crushes his cigarette underneath his boot, nails digging into his palm. 

“Well, Dream? Is that all?” 

Dream’s expression twists. His brows pinch together, lips pressed against each other and curling into a slight grimace, his expression giving too much away after spending so much time masked. 

“There’s…one more thing.” 

Wilbur scoffs. “Just spit it out, you prick.” 

Dream doesn’t even react to the insult, shoulders hunching up as he begins speaking. “Look…it’s just. My plans have…changed.” 

What? “I thought you just said that they didn’t?” 

“Our plans are the same. It’s just–Schlatt made me, an offer.” Dream shifts from foot to foot. He swallows, throat working, his eyes still bright and wide, pupils dilated with a thin circle of green around. Wilbur stares at him. He almost looks… “He’s got something. Important. He asked me to…join him, kind of, and he’d–give it to me.” 

“What?” 

“It’s not–look, Wilbur. Wilbur.” Dream raises his hands, palms out, a placating motion. “It’s not what you think, but I–I had to.” 

“You had to join Manberg.” 

“I’m not joining Manberg!” Dream runs his hand through his hair, eyes flashing. Wilbur is suddenly very aware of the axe on his back, the heavy plates of netherite armor. Eret, the button, it was never meant to be. “Why would I join Manberg, what–”

“So what’s this? What’s this then, Dream?” 

“Wilbur–”

“Because from where I’m standing, I have to say, it looks a lot like you’re betraying me.” 

“I am not–”

“That’s just like you. That’s just like you, isn’t it? Good ol’ Dream, mister 1000 IQ, outsmarting everyone–well-played, man, well-played! I really must congratulate you!” 

“Wilbur, can you just–”

“So what is this meeting then, Dream? Gotten cold feet, now that you’ve been discovered? You’re his little lackey now, is that it, his little lap dog–you’re gonna start another war? Put down another revolution, lead us all out to slaughter like last time, good for you, you motherfucker, is that the point of this farce? You’re here to kill me?” 

“Wilbur, can you just listen to me!” 

Dream’s voice is raised. Wilbur draws himself up to full height, Dream’s head craning up slightly as he crosses the room in front of him in two long strides. 

“What.” 

“I’m not. Joining Manberg.” Dream’s arms are crossed tightly in front of him, scowling slightly. It’s an expression not all that much unlike Tommy’s teenage petulance, a set jaw, eyes narrowed under furrowed brows. “There’s just–a peace treaty, right? I can’t just violate that. And now Schlatt knows. He’s asking for me to give him–gear.” 

“Gear, like what.” 

“Armor. Weapons, shields. Support in the incoming fight. You know, he’d already been paying Punz, the rest of the people in my country are already going to fight with him. And, whatever.” 

Wilbur rocks back on his heels. His skin itches, feeling antsy, so he goes back to pacing. “And?” 

“I meant what I said, earlier. This doesn’t change anything. The TNT is still there, we can still blow it up. It…doesn’t matter who wins the, the battle and stuff.” 

Wilbur sets his shoulders, turning back to look Dream in the eye. “Really. It doesn’t matter.” 

“It doesn’t! It doesn’t matter. We have an agreement, that’s still like–a thing.” Dream’s hands close into fists, then open again. “I don’t like this, okay? I don’t like Schlatt–” Wilbur scoffs, “--and I don’t exactly want to work with him. But I have to. I swear, I really have to.” 

“Because, what. The treaty?” 

Dream shakes his head, expression still all twisted up like he’s eaten something sour. “He’s got. A book.”

Wilbur laughs outright at that. “A book.” 

“It’s–Wilbur, I swear. It’s important. I’ll, I might–I’ll–” Dream makes a frustrated sound, teeth clenched. “I have to get it.” 

“So you’re going to work for Schlatt.” Fuck it. Wilbur pulls out another cigarette, lighting it as he speaks. “You’re going to be the emperor’s little guard dog.” 

“I’m–”

“No, no, it makes sense. It’d be too boring for you otherwise, wouldn’t it? Not enough chaos, with everyone joining the rebellion.” He gestures with the cigarette, Dream’s eyes caught on it as it moves. “You want us all to fucking destroy ourselves, keep everyone weak, Manberg, Pogtopia–you don’t need to explain yourself, man, you’re a smart guy! Even out the playing field, join whatever team has the fewest players, keep yourself above it all. Bravo, really. Bravo.” 

Dream’s jaw works, but he stays silent. Wilbur smiles at him and breathes in a long drag of smoke. 

“Well, Dream. I very much appreciate our meeting together today, really. Really! This has been…enlightening. Is that all? Or do you have any other important information to tell me.” 

“...I’ll come around in a few days to tell the others. About, switching sides and whatever. And–the TNT is still going off, alright? No matter what.” 

Wilbur rolls his eyes. “Obviously.” 

Dream stares him down, Wilbur meeting his eyes evenly. He breaks eye contact first, looking down at the floor and tossing several stacks of TNT onto the ground between them. -

“Thank you, Dream. Until next time then.” 

Dream stares at him, blinks, his eyes wide and green, before he turns away. The torch disappears into his inventory as he walks to the exit of the room, silhouetted in the doorway as he presses the mask back over his face. Wilbur reaches into his pocket, draws out Chekhov’s gun, holds his arm straight in front of him, fingers wrapped around the pistol as Dream works at the straps behind his head. He keeps it held there, pointed at Dream’s back until the man slips into the night, the blurry reflection of the lit end of his cigarette vaguely visible in the dull metal. 

He’s not sure how long it is before a twinge to his arm makes him slip the unloaded gun back into his pocket. He sighs. He needs to start making his way back; after all, he still needs to think of a birthday present. 

[just-your-average-cryptid]

Task Insurance

So a thing I’ve noticed being around a lot of neurodivergent people and spaces is that a lot of nt people don’t seem to understand why executive dysfunction and lack of motivation makes it so hard to Do Stuff. This is kinda how my brain processes it, so maybe it’ll help other people get it?

Say you have a Task. Doesn’t matter what right now, but it’s there and needs to be done, and it has three basic upfront costs.

Time - 15 minutes, an hour, a week; however long it takes to do The Task

Energy - for however much effort The Task needs

Motivation - to actually start The Task and keep doing it

You can’t skip out on any of these - you have to “pay” all three in full to do The Task. No motivation, you can’t start; no energy, you can’t finish or work at all.

Those costs aren’t equally difficult to pay, however: time can be set aside and planned, energy can usually be mustered or at least scrounged up, but motivation can’t be forced.

For neurotypicals, that motivation cost is covered by NT Insurance in most cases, so the only thing they need to pay “out of pocket” are the time and energy costs. Neurodivergent people don’t have NT Insurance, though, so they have to “pay” all three on their own.

For example. Let’s say the Task is Clean The Bathroom. You’re neurotypical, so your motivation cost is covered already, and you’ve made the time to Clean The Bathroom. You have at least enough energy to do two subtasks (Clean Toilet and Clean Shower) and possibly a third. This’ll be easy!

Now let’s say you’re neurodivergent. You still have the time and energy above, but you’re out of spoons or something similar and just can’t cover the last cost. Welp. No clean bathroom for you, unless it’s so bad that Panic Insurance is paying in full for all three costs.

See, that’s what happens without NT Insurance. If you can’t pay the cost yourself, and that’s often the case, something else has to do it for you. That thing is usually panic. Or deadlines. Or “deadly black mold.” (Most of these are just panic with extra features, tbh.)

Executive dysfunction is like having your motivation funds tapped out, even if your time and energy funds are bursting. You can’t start a Task even if you wanted do, you can’t afford it.

You CAN, however, do a Thing. A Thing is not a Task, it’s not “work.” A Thing might be scrolling through social media, playing a game, going for a walk, anything with low motivation costs that’s enjoyable and/or easy. It’s that sweet quick-return dopamine vs the later return a Task might provide. For some nd people, a Task might not provide any dopamine upon completion, so there’s no reward to work towards. And without that reward, a lot of nd people lose any reason to do said Task.

For NTs, “the satisfaction of a job well done” is so fundamental to their experience that the idea of it not existing for everyone is baffling. They don’t even realize motivation is a cost, because it’s so often covered for them. And so when nd people talk about motivation and executive function issues, they think it’s about being lazy or not trying hard enough.

It’s not.

Lazy is “I could do it now, but I don’t feel like it.” Executive dysfunction is “I could literally do it right now if my brain would just cooperate for once, but instead I’m stuck in stasis mode trying to convince my legs to work.”

So for anyone that needs it: you’re not lazy, and you’re not broken. You just don’t have Task Insurance when everyone expects you to because they do.

(This is not at all an expert pov and kind of written off the cuff, so please correct me if/where I’m wrong 😅)

[fairycosmos]

(I’m sending it again just once in case u didn’t see it before. I won’t send anymore just in case you don’t want to answer 💘)

Do you have any tips for having fun alone out of the house? I’ve been going on walks but because I’ve struggled with agoraphobia in the past I p much always go to the same park instead of trying to find new places close by. I kind of need to know where I’m going so I feel at ease, which maybe kills them whimsy of a walk lol I’ve been thinking of going to watch a movie on my own, which I’ve never done, and maybe visiting public libraries and bookshops I haven’t been to yet. Anyway, only thing I probably wouldn’t do is go out to eat cause I hate eating in public (unless it’s a lil snack, that would be fine), but other than that I’m very open! Thank u angel 💫💗🪸

hi sorry i didn't see this the first time! very proud of ya for getting out there and taking these steps, it's not easy but it's always sooooooo worth it. i cant remember taking a walk/trip i've ever regretted, especially when i'm just hanging on my own. i think the movies, library and bookshops are all wonderful ideas!! you know what i do sometimes, i just look on google maps for things to do in my vicinity and then i plan a short excursion around it, like i super low pressure and low key, i just dip in to check it out. coffee shops, parks, local classes and community centers, museums are a good one, nature trails, shopping centers, you could go and get your hair done, maybe see some local live music. hell even a gym, just to get used to being around people again, and to get out there. i felt so silly when i started doing this at first, like some sort of robot trying to participate in regular human activities, often i still do. and it takes a lot of energy out of me, i can't manage it often tbh. but getting out of my head is so fucking important for my mental health it's insane. moving through the world and seeing that it's much much much muchhh bigger than me and my worries and just being a person and not a pair of eyes sleeping or crying or looking at a screen. it can feel like a lot of pressure, but once you've done it a few times it kinda becomes something to look forward to. and if i'm not in the mood i just tell myself i will stay for 10 minutes and then head home, like i'm always aiming to be super flexible and gentle with myself so i don't get discouraged from trying at all. something else that helps me get out of the house is taking headphones for the walk, and also taking my phone/camera to take pretty pics on my way along. just makes it feel a little easier and more fun because sometimes just leaving the house at all exhausts me. but honestly i have no hang ups on doing things alone and you shouldn't either - time spent with yourself is still time spent with the world etc etc. any effort you make is absolutely going to pay off, sometimes just in a short term way, sometimes in a long term way, and sometimes both! much love, i hope you're able to find a routine that works for you. <3

[ticklystuff]

Hiiiiii I saw that Childe and Zhongli have their banners together and I was wondering which of the two would be the better pick? You are the Chili expert, so there's no better person to ask c: I want both but I'm F2P so I can only get one.. *sigh* any advice is appreciated! I'm a newish player (started during Baizhu's banner), but I do want to do abyss one day. Thanks for reading and I hope I'm not bothering you

ah hello anon! i hope you're enjoying the game and you are correct; this is my area of expertise ohohoho

the only answer to your question: break out your wallet and get both pull whoever you like more

since you mentioned abyss, all characters are viable some more than others but childe and zhongli are both great for abyss runs and both are considered f2p friendly. if you really want my opinion, i say go for zhongli because childe is for sweaty gamers, whereas zhongli is mainly for people that like comfort but he does appeal to all crowds. they are night and day though when it comes to their roles:

zhongli - off-field support, easy gameplay, easy to build, low investment, good pick for many teams but is usually not the best option

childe - on-field dps, steeper learning curve, harder to build, higher investment, is only good for one team but that one team is arguably the best team in the game and childe will be your best option for that specific team (you can use him as your hydro in other teams but he will perform worse than others)

very long explanations under cut:

there really isn't much to say about zhongli. he is the best shielder in the game and the comfort he brings is valuable. unfortunately, he doesn't provide much outside of defensive utility, which kinda ties in with what i said with him usually not being the best pick for a lot of teams because once ppl learn to survive without his shield, they start to phase zhongli out of their teams for more offensive options. i used to do abyss clears for friends and whenever i felt like i needed more damage, zhongli would often be the first one to be swapped out. that being said, getting hit and flung around or just dying is considered a dps loss lmao so unless you're a pro-gamer with perfect dodges, zhongli will always hold some value. i always bring him on my personal account because he lets me turn my brain off lol

but ya, since zhongli doesn't offer much outside of defensive utility, i do think his pull value is heavily affected by your account and which other characters you might have. characters like baizhu, kokomi, kirara, diona, layla etc will all give him competition and even though they might not be superior defensive options, they offer other utility outside of survivability. he's still a good pull though! there's just many things to consider

childe is unfortunately a one-trick pony and is only good in one team. you are free to use him in other teams, but he is outclassed by the other hydros and requires more effort to learn. his one good team though is arguably the best team in the game and is referred to as international, consisting of childe, kazuha, xiangling, and bennett, and childe is the best hydro for this team. the team is regarded highly by low to mid spenders because a c0 childe can perform on par with many other teams consisting of five stars with constellations and is a great team for speedrunning abyss and has been the only team consistently in the top five of abyss teams for the past two years. a couple of reasons why the team is good: damage is split somewhat evenly between childe and xiangling and you buff both of them, which is unlike teams with xiao or eula where you only buff the main dps. the team has a good mix of front-loaded (childe burst) and consistent (childe melee and xiangling burst) damage, making rotations flexible and adaptable to whatever abyss decides to throw at you (ex: you can kill off a wave of enemies with childe's burst and then save xiangling's burst for another wave). although the team is primarily aoe focused, it still does good damage in single-target scenarios, which is great because most other teams usually are only good in one scenario. the team does have a steeper learning curve and has a bunch of nuances you need to get used to and if you hate xiangling for whatever reason, you will have a bad time, but there's a good reason why childe is the golden child of the speedrunning community

although childe is harder to play, his playstyle is a good gateway to understanding genshin's mechanics, if you're interested in that. also, his complicated kit does mean he has a few tricks up his sleeve that only childe can do and while most of them are situational, they do have their uses and does make him a surprisingly versatile character, despite the constricting cooldown

anyway, since childe is heavily tied to international, i've linked a good video below if you feel like watching to get a better understanding of his playstyle (it's a long video, but the basics section is the important part and it's not that bad and also i like the cute fanart lol). also, even though international is good, it is overkill and you don't need this much damage to clear abyss, so if that doesn't interest you, then maybe childe isn't best for you, but he's still a good pick. sorry that this is so long, but i hope my response helps and that it all makes sense!

[pocketmania]

‎‧₊˚✧[ Small Update ]✧˚₊‧

Hello everyone! It's Heidi, lol. So, I just wanted to talk about a couple things surrounding the blog and stuff.

First off, I'm thinking of making a masterlist of all my fics when I post enough of them. I'll put the link in the titles of the fandoms on my intro post so they're easy to access

Next, I wanna apologize (again!!!!) for all the waits on the writes, especially if they were so short! Not only was I busy, but my motivation was at an all-time-low. Believe it or not, having to do homework in 6 classes for a week straight can kinda drain the motivation to write anything else from you lol. But---I promise to put my best efforts to make sure you guys get great fics, regardless of genre! ✨️

Speaking of fics, my requests are back open again! Like I said, I took a short break, and now I'm ready to start writing again! If you're new here, "how to request" is on my pinned post ^^

Lastly, I just want to thank you all for the support! I know I'm not that big of a blog and my fics may not be all that good, but I appreciate you all expressing that you enjoy them! Especially if you've been sticking around since the beginning. Thank you 💙

- 🧁 Heidi (9/13/2024)

[rayvern-sheep]

Update on my mental health: I am doing better! Just in case anyone read those concerning posts the past few weeks and was worried.

I have kinda long-winded advice sorta shit under the cut if you are thinking of top surgery but know you don’t deal w/ change well, or have got it but are wondering why you still feel like shit weeks later when everyone else seems to feel better. And then some more rambling in the tags if you’re into that sorta thing.

Oh boy it’s long under the cut… Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Some advice: if you have a hard time w/ big change, small change, any kind of change. Be prepared to have a hard time w/ top surgery recovery. The general consensus if you research it is that post-op depression is over by abt the fourth week, and that is actually deemed late by some sources. Many said the second or third week. If you are starting to feel worse after that point it does not mean you made a mistake! Don’t panic!

Even though I wrote several notes to myself before the procedure explaining that I did in fact want this, and I know I am bad w/ change, that did not help me when I was in the pits of a doom spiral. I’m ngl that was genuinely the worst I’ve been mentally in years. I had to ring a suicide hotline at one point because I thought I’d lost the point of life. Talk to someone you trust abt how you’re feeling. I just straight up sobbed into my mum’s shoulder abt how I didn’t understand anything anymore and I was terrified I’d made a mistake getting surgery. She talked me through it and reminded me that I’d wanted this for years, that I didn’t go outside w/out a binder on, etc. She reminded me that everyone deals w/ things at different times, just because most ppl feel perfectly fine by the one month mark it doesn’t mean I would. Then after that I just hung out w/ her. The day after that we went and did some chores outside the house. A little time outside is often a good idea, I do regret to inform you.

I’m not gonna say I’m all fixed and perfect now. I’m still low energy and back to hiding in my baggy hoodies (now I can get them on again yippee!!!) but I’m not pushing myself rn. And I wish I had some good advice other than idk have a good system of loved-ones. If you have a therapist talk to them. Don’t be like me and bottle shit up. I’m so good at bottling shit up that I do not notice smthn is getting bad until I’m at the very bottom of the fucking doom spiral and I look up and see how far I fell down it lmao.

I wrote a whole diff paragraph but deleted it. Better version though is just try not to put too much pressure on yourself. Surgery is exhausting, and feeling burned-out even after a month isn’t smthn to be ashamed of. Just focus on keeping yourself sane. If possible take it easy, do things half-assed and low-effort for a while if you can get away w/ it. Just while you mentally catch up to your new stuff.

For some ppl top surgery “fixes” all their problems, but for most it does not. Whatever mental or physical problems you had before surgery, you will still have. Now, my surgeon literally told me surgery would not fix everything. I knew this before going into this, before I even had my first conversation with him, and I still had a bad fucking time mentally. So don’t expect to feel perfect. I was in a weird surreal bubble for the first like 3(?) weeks where I was just physically recovering before my head fucking lost it.

I don’t wanna put anyone off, and tbh worrying abt how bad you’re gonna feel can be a bit of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I just wanna say that it can get rough. But if it does, you are not alone!!! You’ve not ruined your life, it’s not the end of the world, you still have something to live for. Keep pushing through, take it slow, talk to someone you trust. Try to do things that comfort you and help you feel safe. You’re gonna get through it.

Idk man I just wanted to share my experience on this. Because in my frantic research from the bottom of the pit all I could see were smiling faces saying they felt the best they’d ever felt in their life. It was euphoria all day every day. And the only ppl who weren’t feeling perfect were the ppl unhappy w/ their results. But the thing is I love my results, everything looks as expected. It’s literally how I drew it lmao, couldn’t have gone better. Not to brag sorry. But the point was, nothing was wrong physically. The majority of the physical healing was done, but my brain hadn’t been healing at all during that time. It was just putting itself to the side while the body did it’s thing. And when even proper medical sources are saying that ppl usually start to feel mentally better after the fourth week, and I was actually starting to feel shitty by that point, it rlly made me worry smthn was wrong. I was frantically trying to blame something for what I was feeling. And it was likely a whole mess of shit, with the main culprit being my inability to process change. Dude I freak out when a loved-one gets a tattoo or a piercing or changes their fucking hair. I wish I was joking, but I’m not. It stresses me out. And although I always get over it eventually, I should’ve known that this was gonna happen. After those early weeks of the itchy haze, I totally should’ve known a mental spiral was on the horizon. But I was just so lost in the sauce that was the whole experience.

I would not change the experience of top surgery for the world. I only wish I’d been more prepared for the dive my mental health would take so late in the game. I expected post-op depression. But as I said that’s usually only in the first couple of weeks. So when it didn’t happen I thought I was okay. But oooooo boy. I forgot how slow my brain is at processing shit. And hey, if I did “make a mistake” in getting my tits chopped off. If in the future I’m like “Hey I’m a woman now!” then so fucking what. There are titless women out there, and they’re no less woman than a woman w/ tits so big they break her back. Life is for living so fucking do that. I’ve not butchered or ruined my body even if my gender does change in the future. Get rekt transphobes.

ANYWAY… I think I’ve rambled enough. If I remember smthn I’ll prob add it in a RB cos this post is already long enough now. Thank fuck for the “read more” function. So I can hide all my stupid mushy shit under here and not clog up someone’s dash. Yippee!!

[iatrophilosophos]

(Lmk if you don't want me screenshotting ur tags/saying this next to it i just think this part is important. All future "you"s in this post are @ a general hypothetical reader, not @ you previous poster specifically.)

Neuroleptics is a huge frog boil. I think for a lot of ppl there is a wave of initial relief with the prescription cuz like, most people do get on these meds when they're feeling super fucked up & i think there is a ton of value in the like, neurological shake up to get into a different bodymind frame and start functioning different. And then, for me and a lot of ppl I've talked to, there's the numbness but there can also be 0 emotional memory: i.e. when i was on neuroleptic medication, every feeling was the *only* feeling i had ever felt. I had extreme lows in my daily life, at school, etc but in my nice quiet psychs office, I had nothing to report. Then, there's the fact that these medications cause withdrawals, plus feeling anything again can be super overwhelming. So you get the really classic loops and spirals/"unstable psycho behavior": hate ur meds, build up a bunch of antispsych thoughts, go off, don't process withdrawals well, get into a hole, get hospitalized or face pressure from family/friends/society at large, go back on, feel better for a little bit, start defending psychiatry really hard...rinse and repeat.

So! Alternatives and ~harm reduction~:

If you or someone you know decided you do want to take neuroleptic drugs, it's a really really good idea to set intentions to monitor side effects OUTSIDE of your relationship to your prescriber. Note when you feel like shit, note when you feel HAPPY, make a low effort chart with checkboxes for every day/incident, short form journal, long form journal, make a drawing every day, take a picture every day--whatever is easy and you can look back on to actually assess if this relationship to this drug is doing something you actually want in your life.

WITHDRAWALS ARE REAL. If you're currently taking, have taken, or are considering neuroleptic medication: your experience when you first go off meds or miss a couple days Is NOT "who you are" or what you can expect from baseline w/o the meds. It is an EXTREMELY GNARLY WITHDRAWAL. There's an OK harm reduction guide to coming off psychiatric medication i can send a PDF to if anyone wants to dm me their email (the only actual link I've found for it is paid :/). It's more oriented to antipsych 101 than actual medical info/support but it's ok.

Consider: trying almost anything else before taking neuroleptic medication. There is not really anything that's guaranteed to make you stop hallucinating, which can suck. However; that doesnt mean you will forever feel like shit, or that you can't make changes such that hallucinations are either a lot less likely and/or a lot less intrusive. The now mostly-defunct mad liberation movement has generated a bunch of wonderful narratives and discourse around this topic i highly reccomend delving into to find ideas and practices that might be good. you can search for archives of "mad liberation" "psychiatric survivor" and "anti psychiatry movement" newspapers which are also just super cool to read; you can look up the archived old website for the Icarus Project (search "icarus project archive" sry I'm on mobile); and Project LETS is an extant us college-centric group that might have useful resources. On the materials and practices side:

I'm an herbalist so I'm p much always gonna head towards herbalism; but i think there's some real benefits here in that herbs are 1) cheap 2) not controlled substances (unless you're in aeoteroa, apparently?) 3) many have extremely low if nonexistent potential to cause withdrawal (notable exceptions: kratom, kava) 4) most are metabolized very quickly (within an hour) and wear off within several hours; giving you a large amount of flexibility and control, and 5) there's a lot of good evidence even if youre science-only (kinda an L but you do you.) The Psychpharmacology of Herbal Medicine by Marcello Spinella is a somewhat dated but solid source you can find a free pdf of by Googling or looking on libgen or Anna's archive; find preparation directions in James greens Home Medicine Makers Handbook available in the same databases. It is important when assessing chemical tools like this to think outside the box and more granularly about what kinds of effects might be beneficial situation to situation in Your Specific Life than seeking some sort of "herbal antispsychotic", which does not exist.

Other good options: ruling out vitamin B and D deficiencies, introducing variation in your life or making major life changes (that might sound weird but IMO, starting a long term relationship with a powerful, withdrawal causing psychoactive drug Is In Fact ALSO a major life change!), dropping shrooms or acid, literally just start walking around where you live and see where it takes you, stay at a friend's house for a little bit and learn to navigate a new environment, uhhh in the past when I've been super fucked up in my life I've Literally just gone to like dollar tree and gotten as many foods that I've never eaten before as possible and it helped a lot more than it might sound like it would

Like basically do whatever you want forever and if any of this sounds stupid or terrible like...don't do it... but don't let the establishment fool you into believing your options are suffer with drugs or suffer without them and DEFINITELY don't accept the narrative that it's better to be numb, miserable, and riddled with physiological side effects but managable-for-society than it is to feel alive while insane, abnormal, and unable to live a normative life.

what is your opinion on anti-psychotics then?

that's a misnomer; neuroleptic drugs don't combat a singular biological state of 'psychosis' because there is no such observed or biomarked state. neuroleptics don't have good evidence for their efficacy in actually improving patient outcomes, and are known to cause a range of serious short- and long-term (including permanent!) side effects ranging from metabolic dysregulation to movement disorders (neurological damage) to sedation (they have previously been known as 'major tranquilisers').

on principle i think people should be able to use psychoactive substances of their choosing; in practice i think this is basically a moot point in regards to neuroleptics because the side effects are so common and severe, and the benefits so minimal. these are drugs that continue to be popularly prescribed because they make patients more 'compliant' -- ie, because our current social–economic situation is so profoundly hostile to variation in perceptions of reality that we render people more 'functional' when dangerously medicated into submission.

i also collected a few readings on this here.

[bvannn]

Weekly Recap Jan 20 2023:

This week I was surprisingly productive, despite classes starting back up. I was able to complete the Biosheets for the main characters for the primary story I am working on. All the characters have received positive attention on discord, tumblr, and reddit so far, which gives me confidence in developing a story (thanks to all the lovely people who left nice comments, it really means the world!). It will likely still not become anything significant anytime soon, but I was also able to complete an outline this week which is far more complete than I had anticipated. I have also started getting into specifics of it, which will likely continue in the coming weeks.

The secondary OC-related story has one Biosheet illustrated, though it lacks text. After being stuck with a few important missing story pieces for years, Inspiration has finally hit and progress on writing/conceptualizing has resumed. I have been mainly focusing on the story set in the O’Malley Foster Home as my primary and the stage play themed story as my secondary, though gears have also been turning for a few others that have been on the back burner, especially the one about the Crow. I want to focus on the primary and secondary for the time being, though characters from others may get drawing every once in a while, which I won’t be shy to post.

Over break I was able to start a sewing project. It is effectively on hold until March due to inaccessibility of equipment. I may be able to pull aside some patterns for doll clothes to use as bases, but apart from that it will remain on hiatus.

I bought FL Studio on impulse while it was on sale, and also received a supposedly better microphone for recording music as a gift. I hope that I can record some piano and eventually add other instruments with FL, though the microphone has given my computer a very hard time. As of right now I have recorded two improvised piano arrangements of touhou without the new mic, and posted one to newgrounds. I plan to post the other once I have the time and motivation to draw up another art piece to promote it. Time permitting I will attempt to use the new mic again, and record some more video game arrangements, likely Touhou, Zelda, Kid Icarus, or Xenoblade. Any original pieces are a long way off yet, though they are an eventual goal.

I decided at the beginning of the year to participate in Inktober 52, and I was able to complete a piece by the Thursday deadline this week, though I was not able to post it until today, as I deemed the Biosheets more important. The prompt for this next week is easy to work with, but will also be ink heavy, I hope I do not smudge it like I did yesterday.

I was able to start a new DnD campaign today, and it is likely my other one will resume this semester as well. The only character art I have this time is rather low quality and I will likely complete a more detailed drawing at some point. The campaign has a much more interesting setting than I had anticipated, and I was already excited before. I may draw a few pieces in celebration, given my energy.

My main pet project at the moment aside from my OCs is the TRG Animated project, as I would rather do a lower stakes fan animation before hopping into something more ambitious. Despite Adobe’s best efforts, I was able to save Jon’s rig from corruption, and complete ~85% of Tim’s rig, as well as 95% of Emile’s rerig (because he was kinda scuffed ngl). I still need a few pieces for Tim, like his Face and Hands, and Emile needs new Shin pieces, as I have decided I don’t like his current ones, but other than that, they’re almost ready. I will try a test animation a bit more complicated than I have done so far, to push myself. It will feature both of them directly interacting, as I have yet to animate two characters making physical contact with one another. This also means I can test both rigs at the same time. During this time I will also be selecting a clip to animate, as while I have one I’m certainly holding on to, I’d rather open with a clip from one of the Mario Parties. People really seem to like the Mario Party DS playthrough, but honestly I don’t find Jon getting mad and yelling all that funny, especially when it’s so frequent, so I’ll leave it to someone else. I’ll watch back through the other playthroughs, I’m sure I’ll find something.

Amongst all the art stuff I have managed to keep up well with homework so far. I anticipate this will not continue, as labs will eat up a lot of time, though I hope I can keep up the pet projects, as they have really helped my mood as of late. Thank you to anyone who read this far, or read this at all. I want to try giving updates weekly, as to help me collect my thoughts, and keep track of my projects. I hope they are worth it. I promise they won’t all be this long, I just got a lot done this week.

[wreckedregent7]

Regent’s Ramblings - Tricksters in League of Legends

Out of idle boredom-slash-curiosity, I’ve decided to start throwing out my thoughts on some of the games I play. Maybe this’ll provoke discussion, maybe some folks’ll read it and be like “oh, cool, yeah I kinda get that”, but, at the end of the day, I’m just going to talk at length about stuff that my mind is focused on at a given time.

And with that said, let’s make the first subject I tackle in doing this a needlessly difficult one. With Neeko lined up to be getting a midscope update later this year, one thought that’s been rattling in my head is that, the “Trickster” gameplay thematic is obscenely difficult to create and balance for while still being fun on all sides.

Now, there are three Champions in particular that are necessary to talk about here; LeBlanc, Shaco, and Neeko. These Champions all have “trickster” engrained in their character and mechanical identity, and each one executes on it in a different way. I’m also going to be talking about the changes that were made (and later reverted) to LeBlanc a few years back as part of the Mid-Year Mage Update.

So, firstly, we have to define what the Trickster gameplay archetype even is, just so that we have a basis to work with going forward. For the sake of that, I’m going to define a Trickster as a Champion who’s gameplay at least in part involves deceiving enemies with incorrect visual information to encourage mistakes or capitalize on their lack of perception.

Abilities which accomplish this include Mirror Image (LeBlanc’s passive), Shadow of the Rose (LeBlanc’s ultimate during the MYMU), Hallucinate (Shaco’s ultimate), Inherent Glamour (Neeko’s passive), and Shapesplitter (Neeko’s W).

Second, I should state that while I will be saying “x ability is good” or “y ability is bad”, I am looking at these abilities through the lens of counterplay and interaction from the player on the receiving end of the trick. This is all subjective, so take what all I say with a grain of salt, knowing that these are the opinions of a mid-tier League player.

Going back to Neeko, at present, she...Isn’t really that much of a trickster. She’s more of a control mage with some tricksy abilities, but they do play a core part in her ambush-oriented playstyle. Probably the biggest one of these being her Inherent Glamour, which allows her to assume the appearance (including the current projected health) of any one of her allies.

This ability allows her to reasonably conceal herself to catch opponents off-guard, but for much of her kit, it comes with some risk. If she wants to land a Tangle-Barbs/Blooming Burst combo, she needs to finagle herself for a position where she’s within range and can snag at least one other unit before her target, during which time the enemy can poke her and break her disguise.

And for her Ultimate, Pop Blossom, she needs to put herself at extreme risk; disguising herself as a slower, melee Champion (or a low-health priority target), and attempt to either get in range, or goad her opponents into jumping on her. Being a high-damage, low-health caster, makes the latter very risky, and the former requires the hope that the opponent doesn’t poke her out of her disguise.

Of course, knowing how her enemies think can help her get those abilities off more consistently. If the enemy knows not to waste too much effort on the tank, that could be a viable disguise to catch multiple people out with her Ultimate; likewise, pretending to be a greedy, low-health ADC scraping some extra farm can encourage enemies to walk right into her E/Q combo.

Her Inherent Glamour is what I would consider a good but underwhelming “trick” - highly perceptive players can see through it quite well, and it is easily broken by stray damage besides, but for as easy as it can be countered, it also gives Neeko a good balance of personal risk versus effective reward, given how strong her crowd control is against unwary opponents.

Her Shapesplitter is similarly good, but its applications are less dangerous to unwitting players. Creating a mirror image of herself to move in a direction (either alongside or away from her) can trip up opponents and allow Neeko either the opportunity to escape, reposition, or close the distance for her combo. Most of the time its utility is in the momentary distraction more than anything else.

LeBlanc’s Mirror Image is effectively similar to Shapesplitter, but worse due to it being outside of your control, based on a health trigger. It moves directly away from whoever triggered it (if it was triggered by damage), and all it really amounts to is a split-second distraction which can allow LeBlanc to potentially break even on a kill, escape, or get the upper hand and win a trade with her burst damage.

But, given her fragility, it’s really a coin-toss as to whether or not that split second would matter enough for her, particularly when coupled with her kit’s singular devotion to raw burst damage. The only counterplay to it is either perception or flat-out deleting LeBlanc before she can delete you, and it has similarly minimal benefit to LeBlanc herself.

However, when LeBlanc was temporarily updated during the MYMU a few years back, they gave her a “trick” that was on the far opposite end of the spectrum from Mirror Image. Where Mirror Image is bad because it has no active play involved, Shadow of the Rose was bad because it was an entirely one-sided game.

Shadow of the Rose allowed LeBlanc to project her mirror-image a long distance away, IIRC, to any point on the map, and it will beeline towards the nearest enemy Champion and lunge at them with a fake ability cast based on what LeBlanc last cast before using her Ultimate. It’d do no damage, but it didn’t need to.

LeBlanc is known for one thing, and one thing only; inconsiderate burst damage. If LeBlanc gets her abilities off on you unmitigated, odds are high that you’re going to die in that instant. Which means, with Shadow of the Rose, you are faced with a choice every single time you see LeBlanc past level 6; burn your Summoner Spells and other cooldowns to either kill her first or run away from her - knowing that it could’ve been her clone - or assume that it is her clone and let her do what she’s going to do.

Every time you see LeBlanc, there’s a 50/50 chance you either die outright or just get jumpscared for no damage. You need to be hyper-aware of LeBlanc’s current whereabouts at all times, or you’re just fucked. Sure, the cooldown was roughly 2 minutes, but every 2~ minutes, LeBlanc could threaten anyone, anywhere, and potentially force vital summoner spells to put the opposing team at a massive disadvantage.

There was no effective counterplay to this; it was a gamble, one which LeBlanc paid nothing to force you to take. So, even if LeBlanc is fundamentally the same Champion now after her MYMU changes were reverted as she was before the MYMU, it is safe to say that the current iteration of her Trickster skillset is probably the most she should be allowed without massive rebalances to her kit.

And then, finally, we come to Shaco. One of the most infuriating Champions to play against, primarily because his Trickster ability, Hallucinate, stands just beyond the line of good mechanical design. Hallucinate removes Shaco from the field for a moment, then places himself and a copy back in; the copy can be directed to walk around and auto-attack, and replicates most status effects on Shaco.

The Clone also spawns in with the same amount of health Shaco had upon casting. There are some effects which don’t carry over to the clone - Xin Zhao’s Challenge mark, Ignite, etc. But they are few and far between, and thus you effectively have the same 50/50 gamble as to whether or not you’re dealing with the real Shaco.

This does come with risks, though; Shaco has to be near his clone (albeit there’s a decent leash distance, so it’s not a hard and fast rule), and if he’s fighting in tandem with the clone, he’s playing the same 50/50 as his enemy. If the enemy guesses right, Shaco has to burn his other abilities to survive, or hope the enemy second-guesses themselves.

And if Shaco attempts to use his other abilities - Deceive, Two-Shiv Poison, etc., then at least for a moment, he gives away which one’s which. And with the clone not being indefinite, that’s a pretty solid tradeoff.

Except...Two factors make it a little stronger than it needs to be, with what counterplay is involved (I.E, guessing). First, is that upon death, the clone does a short-ranged AoE Fear, disrupting anyone nearby, alongside dropping a trio of Jack-in-the-Boxes to add insult to injury with more damage. Wary opponents can sometimes keep their distance, so this isn’t too big of an issue, but the other issue is Deceive.

A low-cooldown blink with up to 3.5s of Invisibility (only being effectively revealed by Truesight) that he can use to engage with, escape with, or mix-up with, combined with Hallucinate’s crowd control (not to mention any other boxes he’s set down - and god forbid you’re in a teamfight), which also isn’t broken by dropping Jack-in-the-Boxes or casting Hallucinate itself...

All of this combined makes Shaco extraordinarily difficult to pin down, and much too punishing to deal with when you can’t. Even if he doesn’t kill you himself, the crowd control and damage he deals before escaping can be enough to give someone else the kill, and your only recourse is to hope you actually manage to pick out the right one next time, or otherwise catch him out and kill him before he escapes.

If Shaco had to rely on his boxes - not his clone - for crowd control? It might be fine. If Deceive either lasted for less time or had a longer cooldown? It might be fine. If there was some sort of halfway reliable tell to determine which one was which, instead of just hoping someone Ignites him before he ults? It might be fine.

But none of those factors happen to be the case, which results in Shaco being one of the most frustrating and un-fun Champions to deal with, regardless of whether or not he’s being truly effective. And his Hallucinate is just barely outside the range of being a good “trick” ability in terms of counterplay, if only because the rest of his kit interacts with it too well.

In summary, it is really interesting to think about how a certain gameplay style gets represented in League, and how challenging it is to not just make it work, but make it fun to play against. With Tricksters, much of their gameplay falls on a binary of either being ineffectual at best and easily dealt with, to being completely frustrating and lacking any sort of reasonable counterplay.

Which is surprising and confusing given that the expected gameplay niche of Tricksters is to be playing 4d Chess with your opponent - predicting their moves and reactions to your own and playing into them with deception and misdirection. In reality, it really just winds up being hoping to god it works or annoying the piss out of everybody.

I don’t know if anybody’s really gonna give a damn about all this, but I’ve never been one to let other people’s (lack of) interest dissuade me from loud, incessant rambling, so, fuck it. To anyone who read to the bottom of this all, cheers, and I hope you enjoyed that obtuse-ass wall of text.

If this somehow prompts a discussion, I’m gonna be shocked and amazed.

[prestonmonterey]

its kind of interesting how like. different platforms n stuff have affected the way i type

cuz theres like internet slang and stuff obviously

but i think originally i started typing the most on google chat

and already i was sending strings of messages instead of big paragraphs

but i tended not to use a lot of punctuation

and used separate messages to divide my writing into chunks of ideas

i also tended not to use asterisks for actions because the formatting shortcuts would remove them and turn them into italics

and if i did want to use them instead of saying *explodes* which would turn into explodes

i would have to put spaces

* explodes *

and that looks pretty weird so i didnt do it often

then i started using discord and i began abbreviating my words even more

id type reall fast and make more erors cuz in bigger servers with more people you kinda have to get stuf out fast so no one interrupts ya

but also because i could go back and edit my messages

so if elt less presssure to get everything right the first time

in dms id put all of my thoughts in a single message, to make sure they understood i was done talking.. so i used more commas and periods to divide my text into readable sections. (and i used parenthesis for stuff that was less important)

i still didnt use asterisks cuz discord had similar shortcuts

when i moved to tumblr i joined hatchetblr and started rping

id use smaller text and strikethroughs for secrets and whispers and out of character information

i started using brackets for actions [explodes] and wrote more how i felt was natural to talk

with lots of ums and likes and ellipses...

on my main blog id leave long comments in the tags

but i had to divide them because there was a character limit

i was limited by commas seperating tags. so i started using periods more. even tho they

were supposed to signify long pauses. and not short ones.

when i chatted on google docs

i had to make a more conscious effort to not capitalize things, so i had to decide if that became another part of the way i type

it did.

i used line breaks more sparingly to keep the page count low. and stopped using italics for emphasis

i went back to using elipses, for actions and for emphasis

i still used parenthesis (but they didnt feel small enough any more)

so i changed font size more often. just for fun :3

aaa this is so long i forgot the point

oh also i started using emoticons somewhere along the way

and stole the not sideways ones from you ;w;

anyway i think theres a distinct way i type that could probably make it easy to figure out who i am

unless i just like

use emojis

thatd probably throw you off right 😝

ok ill stop now

i have the strange urge to just like

pretend to be a different anon or something and see if i can convince you im another person

but im like

not that mean

mostly tho i dont think i can like. get myself to change my typing style enough for it to be distinct but still natural, especially since i like. already accidentally send asks before im done typing them :P

i mean... i've really only gotten like two anons besides you ever (and the most asks i got from one was like. two... and i have no idea who it was...) so i don't know how convincing it would be! but it would be really funny to be honest and i guess if you like ever want to you should go for it haha

but also whenever i get an anon message i always kinda assume it's you! :) unless it's like obviously not you :PP

[papier-ciseaux]

Can I get some uuuuh Rylie and seaweed being bros?

Ice Cream Time !

[scarlettriot]

Take You Home

Pairing: Bakugo x Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, minors, and ageless blogs DNI. Non-Sexual Masochism (Could be considered self-harm). Nightmares and sleep walking (fighting). Blood. Burns. Swearing.

Contains: Established Poly Relationship. Porn with Plot. Hurt/Comfort. Angst! Soft dom tendencies, Kat & Kiri are switches, nipple play, biting, unprotected sex, voyeurism (kinda). Bondage. Restraints (rope). Oral (F receiving & M receiving implied). The guys fuck, it's not all about Reader. Pet names/nicknames: baby, baby girl, little one, cutie, babe.

Summary: In high school, you started up a relationship with two boys in the hero course. Now, years down the road, you three are still going strong, but, every relationship has troubles to overcome.

A/N: This follows the same storyline from Head Over Heels. But if you just want to dive into this, all you really need to know is that Reader met Katsuki and Eijiro when she was assigned to work with them as a part of her Support Course program. Now she's an inventor while the two of them are pros. Additional Fun Fact: I named this fic after a song I constantly listened to while writing it, if you'd like to give it a listen it's called Take You Home by Scars on 45. Enjoy!

W/C: 8,022

If these walls could talk, they’d tell you of Katsuki’s screams. The nightmares that you and Eijiro had to pull him from multiple nights a week. Neither of you minded though, you’d do anything for each other. To the public you might have all been friends, there’d even been reports of the three of you being roommates, but behind closed doors, it’d been something much more for a long time now. 

The twenty-three-year-old pro hero had seen so much for his young age, both he and Eijiro had, but Katsuki internalized it far more than Eijiro did. The blonde never liked to talk about the demons that haunted him. He knew you and Eijiro would listen and never judge him but, it wasn’t ever easy for him to admit something might be making him weak. He couldn’t show it, not even to you guys. 

But that meant it spilled over into his unconscious, into his sleep, bleeding into nightmares that sounded truly horrific. 

Some nights were worse than others but you and Eijiro had always been able to bring him back from them with soft voices and soothing touches… until the night you couldn’t.  

You never slept particularly well when just one of the boys was home so since Eijiro was still out on patrol (on his way home, you hoped), you were really just laying with your eyes closed when you started to hear Katsuki’s little whimpers and felt his feet start to kick free of the blanket. 

You rolled into his side, kissing up the side of his neck, “Baby… it’s okay, just a bad dream. You can wake up now.” 

But Katsuki didn’t wake up. His brow tightly furrowed together. Sweat pouring off of him. It took a little bit of effort but you were able to roll him onto his back and take his face between your palms. “KitKat, come on, baby. Time to wake up.” That had no effect either. 

So, you resorted to other tactics. Dipping your head low, “Kick their ass, Dynamight. You got ‘em.” 

There’d been nights when that had been enough. One of you telling him he could win the fight inside his head, he could overcome it, and then he’d settle back down into a still slumber. But, not tonight. No, tonight his eyes shot open so fast you were taken aback. Red eyes staring at you so unnervingly, unblinking, and it sent a chill right down your spine. “Baby…” You whispered but he didn’t answer, “Kat? This isn’t funny.” He slowly sat up, his hands wrapping tight around your wrists, pushing you up with him. “Katsuki! I’m serious! Knock it the fuck off!” 

You tried to pull your hands free but his grip was too strong, the more you jerked only caused you pain. Finally, his eyes blinked, just once, taking in the rest of the room and it clicked. He still wasn’t awake. 

“Please, baby, please. I need you to wake up now.” His eyes blinked back to you while you struggled even more in his grasp. "Katsuki! Come on!"

“Like I give a fuck what a villain like you needs.” 

Your scream filled the bedroom. Two explosions surrounded your wrists and the next thing you knew you were thrown off the bed and back slammed onto the rug at the foot of the bed with scalding wrists. He wasn’t as quick in his sleep though. Disoriented almost. It gave you enough time to run from the room and thrust the door shut behind you. 

Your work was strewn about the living room and kitchen like it usually was and you scanned it for anything that could be used to help. And then you spotted the prototype binding cloth you’d been working on for Shinso. It wasn’t finished, not by a long shot but it was something. 

You didn’t have the experience Katsuki did but Eijiro and him had spent years training with you. Wanting you to be prepared in case anything should ever happen. You never thought you’d have to use those skills against your own boyfriend though. 

The bedroom door blasted right off the hinges, bits of wooden shrapnel showered down while you took cover behind the sofa. “Where are you! Not lettin’ you ‘scape!” 

As quietly as you could manage you crawled your way around the sofa to try and get a better view of him when he spotted you. Lips turned up in a snarl that you’d hoped to never be on the receiving end of.

You rolled out of the way just as half the couch was blown to bits. 

“Ava!” You called for the AI you’d created for your home and saw the device light up, “Call Sharky!” It chirped happily and Kat turned to try and find the noise while the phone rang, blindly firing off blasts. 

“Hey ba- Y/N!” 

“Ei! Nightmares! Get home! N— !” A blast finally landed on the bookshelf that Ava was resting on and it shattered against the wall.

Eijiro was sure he’d never run faster in his whole entire life. Cursing at himself for staying late to finish up paperwork rather than just going right home after his patrol. He dropped absolutely everything the moment he heard you on the call. The pen fell right out of his hand, he just grabbed his bag for the sake of his wallet and keys, and then he was gone. Running down the steps to get down to his car as fast as he possibly could. 

It was an emergency, not an official one, but he could justify driving like a mad man if it meant keeping the two people he loved most in this whole entire world safe. He barely stopped at traffic lights and stop signs, only long enough to ensure no one was coming, and then he was speeding through. 

He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, panic rising with every minute it took him until he was pulling into the driveway, leaving everything in the car, and racing for the door. “Baby!” 

Everything was quiet, so unbelievable quiet, and that terrified him even more. “In the bathroom, Eiji.” 

He could have cried from just the sound of your voice, following it through the wreckage that was now your shared home. He froze when he saw Katsuki on the bed, eyes closed with hands bound. “I— I had to knock him out… Eijiro, he— baby, he wouldn’t wake up—!” 

His arms were around you in seconds, and he felt your tears against his bare chest the moment he pulled you in. “’S okay, love. You did what you had to do.” He ran a shaky hand down your back, “You were just defending yourself, I know that, and Kat will too.” 

After a couple minutes, he pulled you back to look you over. Instantly, he saw the burns on your forearms and tried not to wince in sympathy. You also had a few pieces of wood embedded in your shoulder, and a cut along your jaw that was still bleeding. “C’mon, lemme get you cleaned up, and then we can worry about Kat.” When you didn’t move from the spot though, eyes still fixated on Katsuki, Eijiro picked you up and carried you right over to the sink so you could sit on the counter. 

He thoroughly scrubbed his hands before slipping on gloves, working on getting the pieces out of your arm first and then flushing the little wounds. Then came the cut on your face which, wasn’t all that bad, just bleeding a good amount. He put a little ointment on it, cooing softly at you knowing that it stung, “Doing s'good, baby, almost finished here.” 

When all the obvious injuries were tended to, he took a step back. “Alright, anything else?” 

You shook your head and he saw the way you winced when you slid off the counter, probably just sore from the whole ordeal. You squeezed by him, walking back into the bedroom. He watched as you climbed right on the bed and undid the binds around Katsuki’s wrists since he was now home. You scooted up by his head and shifted it so he lay in your lap, your fingers carding through his hair and Eijiro had to pretend he didn’t see the tears that fell from your eyes. 

He gave you a minute while he went into the walk-in closet and changed out of his suit. He’d just slipped a shirt over his head when he heard the incoherent grumble of Katsuki and he hadn’t even made it back to the bedroom before the, “What the fuck!” shook the house. 

Fear pumped through his veins when he smelled the air. His sweat always left behind a distinct aroma and the air in was heavy with it. Quicker his heart started to race, his eyes darting around and landing on you, on the cut you didn’t have when the two of you had gone to bed. And… fuck, those were tears in your eyes. 

He rolled over immediately and realized it was more than just a cut on your jaw. He swore, trying to figure out what happened and when your eyes squeezed shut from his volume, the way your whole body tensed from it, damn, he wanted to puke. 

“Katsuki…” His head snapped to Eijiro silhouetted in the golden bathroom light. 

“What did I do?” 

Neither of you were able to stop him from leaving. Eijiro could have, the three of you knew that the redhead could have used force and made him stay but he begged, actually begged, for you two to let him go for the night. Just for the night, he promised. He needed to think, had to clear his head and process what had happened. He’d be back in the morning, made the both of you swear you wouldn't clean anything up. This was his mess. He’d fix it. 

He’d kissed Eijiro, pressing his forehead against his. “First thing in the morning.” 

“You better be here, man.” 

Katsuki wiped a tear that rolled down his boyfriend's cheek. “I will.” 

When he looked at you though, no words came out of his mouth. He couldn’t think of what to say, there were too many thoughts screaming in his head that he just turned and walked out the door. Your choked sobs followed him out to his car. 

That night he stayed at the agency, pulled a blanket over him, and laid on the black sofa in his office but didn’t sleep a wink. He barely even closed his eyes. Each time he did all he could see were those white bandages covering your forearms, the gauze on your face and shoulder. He knew there had to be bruises under the baggy nightshirt you wore and all of it was his fault. 

Days trickled by and Katsuki did as he said. Every moment that he wasn’t working was spent on repairs to your home, a home he didn’t allow himself to stay in. He’d installed a new bedroom door first and then put up new cabinets since he’d blasted the old ones to pieces. He patched the walls, replaced floorboards and carpeting, built a new bookshelf, and bought new furniture for the living room but didn’t allow himself to enjoy any of it. 

And if you were there, well, he was not. He avoided you as best he could. It was almost like before the three of you got together. Katsuki just couldn’t find a way to make peace with what he’d done. You might have forgiven him, you did forgive him, told him so at least a hundred times, but he never responded once because he had no idea how he could forgive himself. The pain in your eyes each time he walks away breaks his heart more and more. 

He doesn’t need Eijiro telling him how much you want him to come home, he’s gotten all your texts, he would fall into a fitful sleep listening to your voicemails. The only thing that gives him any solace at all is the fact that Eijiro is there with you every single night. He knows you miss him and he misses you too, so damn badly, but how can he trust himself to be like that around you again? 

Things could’ve been so much worse. All things considered, he’d been lucky! How could he so carelessly allow himself back into your life, your home, your bed, when he knows he could do so much worse to you? What kind of boyfriend would he be!

He talked almost daily with Eijiro about it. Like, maybe one day he’d hold all the answers that could fix these wrongs. It’d been two months though and neither of them came up with a solution. They’d just sit in one of their offices after the rest of the floor had cleared out. Eijiro’s arms holding Katsuki tight while he tried to work through this. 

There were nights when that was all they’d do. Sit, talk, hug, and cry. There were others where Eijiro would try to take his boyfriend’s mind off things, sink to his knees and let Katsuki work out his frustrations by using his mouth. And, a couple of times, Katsuki pleaded with him to help him forget. Those nights left scuff marks on the floors, papers scattered about the room, the desk practically bare with Katsuki bent over it. By the end though, Eijiro was able to lay Katsuki down on the sofa, cover him up with the blanket, and kiss his forehead before heading home to you. 

There’d never been jealousy from any of you when it came to getting physical when one of you couldn’t partake. Sometimes Eijiro’s quirk left his body too sore, or Katsuki had a killer headache, or you were just too tired from a long day of work. So, you weren’t jealous when Eijiro came home with fresh scratches on his back, in fact, you were a little relieved. At least Katsuki still felt comfortable with one of you. 

You just wished you could find a way to make him trust you again. 

After three months of late nights and about a dozen different prototypes, you might have found the answer you’d been searching for. 

This whole time you’d never gone up to his office. You hadn’t dared try to speak to him at work, not wanting to distract him or make him angry but you knew he’d been sleeping here. Knew that even though his shift was over, this was where he would be. 

It was always Eijiro who’d check on him but, tonight, you asked him if you could do it and he fully supported the idea. He’d been trying to bridge the gap between you two this entire time so just the smallest hint there might be some progress happening made him giddy! 

You waited until everyone else on his floor had left for the evening and then rode the elevator up with a small box between your hands. Katsuki was the only office to have a light still on. He had the door already shut, blinds drawn to cover the glass walls but you could see his shadow sitting at his desk, a pen in hand, shuffling papers from one pile and then into another. 

When you knocked on the door, all movement stopped. “Since when do you knock? Just open the door.” 

He was expecting Eijiro, you knew that. You could have just opened the door and walked inside but, you weren’t confident that was the right thing to do, so, you raised your hand and knocked again. 

“For fucks sake,” The chair rolled back and Katsuki flung the door open a second later, “What are y—“ He had to lower his gaze to meet yours, “Oh…” 

“Will you let me in, Kat, please.” 

“I don’t think—“ 

“Please. We need to talk.” 

He didn’t want to. The way his jaw ticked told you as much, but, by some miracle, he let you by him. 

You sat on the sofa beside the folded up blanket with the pillow on top while he leaned against his desk, head tipped downward, eyes fixed on the floor. Neither of you spoke for a while, you had a whole speech prepped but now that you were in the same room with him the words wouldn’t come out. 

In the end, it was Katsuki who broke the silence with a sentence so quiet you were almost sure you didn’t hear him correctly. “I know why you’re here… can I just— I’d like to keep seeing Eijiro, please?” 

You blinked and tried to figure out what he was talking about. “What do you mean, Kat. Of course, you can keep seeing Eiji! Why would I want you to—“ 

“’Cause we’re over!” He blurted and all the color drained from your face while he kept talking, “We’re over and, and, you’ve just got Ei now which is fuckin’ great because you, you should have him but I just, damnit, I need him right now too, okay? I won’t ask him to stay over, I want him with you every night, just need him with me a little bit.” 

You were still stuck on the three words he said first, “We’re over?” 

“That’s why you’re here. Surprised you actually came in person. A text or telling Eijiro to tell me woulda been more than I fuckin’ deserve.” 

“Hold on!” You stood up so fast it knocked the box you’d been holding right off your lap. “You couldn’t be more wrong!” 

You took a step closer to Katsuki and he tried to take one backward but he was already against his desk. He managed to scrape the thing across the floor trying to keep distance between you two. You wanted to walk closer, walk right up to him and wrap your arms around him, to feel him again, but seeing that reaction had you stopped in place. “I didn’t come here to break up. I’m here because I want you to come home— no, I need you to come home.”

“You do not need me.” 

“That’s crap! I need you, Eiji needs you! ‘S not home without you there!” 

His voice rose louder than your own. “I cannot be there! Not with you! What if I fucking hurt you worse, huh? Then what! What if you couldn’t stop me next time!” 

You folded your arms over your chest. “Sounds an awful lot like you’re the one doing the breaking up.” His mouth hung open, ready to keep arguing until you said that. “So, is that what you’re doing, Katsuki? Didn’t think you’d give up so easily.” 

“You think this is easy? This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done! Aren’t you scared? How can you feel comfortable around me after that?” 

“Because I know for a fact you would never, ever, hurt me in your right mind. You would do absolutely everything in your power to protect me and make sure I am safe.” 

“And what about when ‘m not in my right mind? When those nightmares take over?” 

“That’s what these are for.” You scooped up the box from the floor and held it out to him. You were going to make him meet you if he wanted to know what was inside. He needed to make an effort.

It took him a second but then his feet moved. He was so careful to make sure not even your fingertips brushed as he took it from you. “You think some fuckin’ gloves are gonna keep you safe? Yeah, right. Thought you were smarter than that.” 

“I take offense to that. These aren’t just some fuckin’ gloves,” You sassed right back at him, “These are how I’m gonna get you to come home again.” He arched a skeptical brow. “I’ve been working on these since the day you left,” You took a step forward and this time he remained rooted to the spot, “I actually got out of bed and started sketching designs that same night. Fell asleep at the table, Eiji carried me back to bed...” That seemed so long ago now. 

There was about a foot of space between you and him. “I knew you wouldn’t come home without some plan in place so, this is my plan. I’ve done all I can on my own but I need you to actually test them out. My simulations can only tell me so much.” 

Katsuki set the box down on his desk still looking unconvinced but he slid the black and orange gloves on his hands. Flexing his fingers to test the mobility, “They kinda feel like my hero gloves.” 

“I modeled the fabric that touches your skin after the lining, you’ve always said you liked how cool it feels on your skin.” 

“But, I can shoot through my gloves just fine, I don’t see how—“ 

“Would you just trust me! Do I half-ass any of my inventions?” 

“No…” 

“Do I plan things meticulously when I’m making something?” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay then. If you must know, when I say, ‘I modeled it after’, I mean that where your hero costume gloves only make your hands seem cooler, these will actually make them colder. The cooler you are, the less sweat you will produce, and therefore your explosions will be contained.”

“Contained within the gloves?”

“That’s the goal.” 

He bit his lower lip. “Can we go to the lab now?”

A smile spread across your face and quickly fell when you made to grab his hand and he quickly pulled it out of reach. “I’m not touching you until we test these.” 

When Katsuki went into the controlled chamber, you took a moment to text Eijiro and let him know how the evening was going so far. That you both were alright and Katsuki was open to the gloves. To say the redhead was thrilled was an understatement. 

You kept a close eye on the temperature gauge to ensure it was regulating properly. There was a specific threshold you needed to make sure it would stay between, too high or too low would create problems in different ways. 

Inside the chamber, Katsuki did everything he could think of to work up a sweat and the rest of his body was soaked but his hands remained chilled. 

You didn’t tell him absolutely everything you’d done with the gloves, mostly because he always got bored with the science of it all. There was the cooling element, and the temperature regulation gauge but the outer two layers were meant for containment.

Even if he managed to build up a decent amount of sweat he shouldn’t be able to fire off any grand explosions with the gloves on and, so far, that seemed to be the case. There were a few minor ones that probably would have caused serious damage had the gloves been off, other than that though, things seemed to be working just as you intended. 

It was almost two hours before Katsuki took a break. Breathing heavily when he walked back out to you. “That was great! Better than I hoped for a fir— oof!” 

With the gloves still on, Katsuki pulled you to him, drawing you up so he could kiss you. The salty taste of sweat lingered on his lips and you didn’t care a single bit because he was holding you again, he was kissing you again. One of his gloved hands rested against your cheek and you wished for a second you could feel his familiar callouses underneath but this was more than enough for now. 

“I fuckin’ love you,” He murmured, pressing his lips to you again, “’S much,” It was like he was trying to make up for lost time, “Thank you f’not givin’ up on me.” 

It was your turn to rest your hands on his cheeks. “I will never give up on you, I promise.” 

You got lost in each other a little while longer, breaking apart with heaving chests and swollen lips, “So,” The scientist in you came out, “any concerns?” 

“Just one. If I do somethin’ like last time, what’s stopping me from just yankin’ these off?” 

That was another feature you forgot to mention. You walked back to your station and held up a little remote. “I made three of these.” You pointed to a specific button, “I push this and a locking feature is activated. I used Eijiro’s grip strength as a reference for it. Only one button on one of the remotes is needed for it to be activated but both remotes are needed to deactivate it. So, if you break it, you’re kinda screwed until one of us can get here and use the backup.” 

He nodded, deeming your answer good enough. He finally removed the gloves and you stared at his forearms, palms, and wrists in horror. “What the fuck, Kat…” They were blistered, so very red, they had to be hurting like hell and he hadn’t said a single thing. “I need to correct this. I thought it would just dissipate your quirk, not fire it back on you. Why the fuck didn’t you say anything!” 

“I don’t want you changed a single thing about ‘em.” You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. “Listen, if I’m fuckin’ dumb enough to come after you again, I deserve a whole lot more than this!” 

He slipped the gloves back on when you tried to reach for his hands. “Not without ‘em on. Please.” 

“I need to fix them though.” 

“There’s nothing to fix. If I don’t use my quirk while wearing them then I’ll be fine. If I use it, this will be the consequence.” There was no getting through to him, not now at least, and not by yourself. Maybe Eijiro would have better luck. 

He squeezed your hand with the smallest smile, “Wanna go home?” 

“More than anything.” 

It’d been almost two months since Katsuki allowed himself back into the house you all shared. At first, it all felt like a dream to him, like he would reach out to touch something, expecting his hand to pass right through it. As days went by though, he slowly, very, very slowly, grew more comfortable in his space again. 

It took him 3 days to put his arm around you on the sofa, six for you to cuddle into his side. Eight days to sleep in the same bed with you and Eijiro. Three weeks and a whole lot of convincing before he let you sleep between them again. 

The gloves always had to be on though. He came home every single day wearing them, hell, he put them on the moment he left the agency. The only time he could be seen without them was when he was in the shower or if he was cooking. They were so versatile, he could do nearly anything with them, he didn’t see a reason to not wear them, especially when they kept the people he loved safe.   

Both you and Eijiro joked that they were his armor. The shields he now always had up. 

Just over a month had passed since he returned. Finally getting back into the rhythm of his normal life. He’d come home after work, tossed his keys in the little bowl by the door, unlaced his shoes, and placed them to the right of yours. He’d barely stepped foot in the kitchen when he heard the prettiest sounds coming from your bedroom down the hall. 

Your sweet little moans that he’d missed so much tickled his ears quickened his heart, and went right to his cock. He was following your voice before he even realized what he was doing. Feet stopping him before he could walk in the room, instead, he just looked on from the doorway, watching your fingers tug at Eijiro’s hair, keeping that tongue of his in place as he brought you closer to your high. 

Your eyes were shut, hips bucking against his boyfriend’s face desperately, making the redhead’s hands move off your breasts and hold your hips steady so he could have you exactly how he wanted. 

“K-Kat,” He hadn’t seen those pretty eyes of yours open and he sure as shit didn’t see them land on him. His blood ran cold, he wasn’t ready for this again, he couldn’t trust himself like this with you again…

“I know, love,” Eijiro cooed and kissed his way up your thighs before Katsuki could even speak, “We’ll find a way to get him to play with you soon, promise.” 

He hadn’t realized Katsuki had come home, you had to tell him, and now two sets of eyes were on him. 

“You should join us.” Eijiro’s voice was thick, laced with lust, and Katsuki knew he was so hopefully this meant you all would be together again. 

It killed him to admit, “I— I can’t.” 

“Please, KitKat,” You whined with fingers dipping back into your heat in Eijiro’s absence. 

The redhead got up off the bed and walked right up to his boyfriend who looked ready to bolt from the room at any moment. His lips were as warm as ever, and Katsuki groaned at the taste of you on his tongue. It impaired his better judgment, allowed Eijiro time to wrap his arm around him and pull him into the room, and shut the door. “If you don’t want to partake, at least let us give you a show.” 

And shows were the only way Katsuki would partake… for weeks. 

At first, you could admit, it was a little fun. 

Katsuki couldn’t help but get hard from watching you and Eijiro together, he’d end up with his cock out usually making a mess across his abs or having Eijiro suck him off once you were completely spent.

It didn’t take the blonde long to graduate from simply watching to making requests. He liked the control, making Eijiro hold out a little longer or instructing the man to keep pushing you further when your legs were already shaking. 

But, after a while, you were left craving more. What the three of you once shared. 

You wanted Katsuki to press you up against the shower wall in the mornings like he used to while Eijiro slept in or, wrap your hand around his cock in the middle of the night, slowly stroking him until he woke up. If you tried luring him in now though, he wouldn’t have it. Anything more than making out and he would move across the room, a safe distance away, and ask Eijiro to step in. 

He couldn’t keep pushing you away though, not forever, not if you all were really going to be able to work past this. 

You’d curled up in his lap, watching a movie on a rare Saturday night that the three of you managed to have off together. You sat there, comfy and cozy knowing perfectly well that at some point one of you would get needy, it was just a matter of who would break first. 

There was the way you angled your body into Katsuki, in just the perfect way so you could lay feather-light kisses against his neck. It made his gloved hand start to wander higher up your leg. The subtle shift of Katsuki’s arm brought you up just enough so his lips could meet yours. 

Soft and slow, sucking in your lower lip, brushing against his with your tongue. You could feel his hand slow start to lift your shirt up and you flinched and the cool material making him jerk away with an apology on his lips. 

“Kat, baby, please,” you mumbled against his lips.

He’s still kissing you and you can tell he doesn’t want to stop either. You can feel what you’re doing to him and yet he refuses to let you do anything about it. 

You pulled back and pressed your hand to the side of his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone, seeing the pain you felt reflected in his eyes was almost too much to bear. 

From the recliner, Eijiro cleared his throat. He’d seen the interaction, “I might have an idea…” He left the room, followed by yours and Katsuki’s quizzical looks that only grew when he came back with the very plain-looking box that was usually tucked under your bed, and one of the chairs from the sitting room.

“Eijiro…” 

“Just trust me, man.” 

You craned your neck trying to see what he was going to pull out and it ended up being the ropes that were usually reserved for you, so, logically, you moved off of Katsuki and moved closer to Eijiro. “Tonight these aren’t for you, cutie. I’ve got something else in mind.” 

He kissed the top of your head and then held his hand out for Katsuki to take, wiggling his fingers playfully when he didn’t immediately grab it, and when he still didn’t take it, Eijiro crouched between his legs. “You told me you wanted to get past this…” 

“Still do, but, I don’t think ‘m ready.” 

It was almost odd seeing Katuski so timid about this, about anything at all! 

“Can you please just try, for Y/N and me? You two can enjoy each other again and you won’t be able to use your hands this way. If you’re really not comfortable all you’ve gotta do is say the word and everything will stop, you know that.” 

After a couple seconds and a quick glance at you, he gave a curt nod of his blonde head, Katsuki finally allowed Eijiro to pull him to his feet. He sat him down in the wide padded chair. “Arms on the rests f’me,” and you watched as Katsuki did exactly as he was instructed, giving up the control he usually wielded, “Thank you, baby.” Eijiro brushed the blonde hair off his forehead and kissed him softly before getting to work with the rope. 

Katsuki might have been more precise and meticulous when tying you up but Eijiro also knew what he was doing. He focused more on your comfort than the overall aesthetic, so it didn’t surprise you when every few seconds Eijiro would check in with him, needing to know if anything was uncomfortable for him or too tight. 

When Eijiro was confident his rope work was done, he knelt and help Katsuki slip out of the sweats he’d been wearing before looking over his shoulder at you with a grin. “Get comfy, love, he’s all yours.” 

You wasted no time crawling right into Katsuki’s lap. There was no denying that you missed the way his arms would hold you, or how his hands were always so warm against your skin, but the groan he made when you settled over him, even with your panties still on, fuck, you’d missed it. You’d gotten used to his muscles being taught anytime he held you recently, even with the gloves on, his guard was up. But, the ropes seemed to provide him with an extra layer of safety that allowed him to really enjoy you once again. 

“Missed you…” Your warm breath on his neck sent goosebumps racing over his skin, and his mouth hung open when your lips made contact. Eijiro on the opposite side alright lightly nibbling at the sensitive spot just below his ear. 

All of you heard him strain against the ropes, peeking downward and watching his fingers flex. 

“Eager, isn’t he, little one?” 

“Mmhm,” You smiled while Eijiro teased and taunted, already feeling his aching cock right against your ass. 

You reached around and wrapped your fingers around him, swallowing his groan with a kiss while you delicately swiped the pre that escaped him right off his tip and down his shaft. “Eiji, baby, ‘s so hard already.” 

You could see those sharp teeth perfectly with the smile Eijiro wore, one of his hands moved from the back of Katsuki’s neck and into his hair. He had him by the roots, angling him back and you felt him twitch in your palm even as managed to spit a swear before Eijiro could kiss him. 

With his mouth occupied you continued to focus on his cock and sucking a chain of love marks down his porcelain skin, using your free hand to try and pull the collar of his shirt down as far as you could, but unable to properly reach his collarbones had you huffing in frustration. 

“’S the matter, baby?” Eijiro asked, his hand caressing your cheek. 

“Wish we took his shirt off before he got tied up.” 

“Oh, is that all?” That grin was back, “Lean back f’me, love, I can fix this.” 

You did what he said and pressed Katsuki’s cock right to your ass in the process making him suck his teeth, the both of you keeping eyes on Eijiro’s hands that came over the blonde’s shoulders and fisted the cotton fabric that covered his chest. 

He didn’t even have his quirk active, all he did was pull and the shirt never stood a chance. Hanging now in tatters off Katsuki’s frame, “Holy shit—!”, the both of you muttered in unison making Eijiro chuckle.

The action left your panties soaked and you really couldn’t wait any longer. Not even allowing yourself the time to stand and shimmy off your panties, you settled for just pushing them to the side and lining Katsuki up to your dripping cunt. 

His hands gripped the sides of the chair so hard that if you could have seen his knuckles, you were sure they would’ve been white. “Fuck, princess—! Slower, ‘s been a while.” You could tell it wounded his pride to admit but took your time sliding down his cock per his request.

“Could guide me if you had those hands free and just took off those gloves…” You teased him.

“Shut it.” 

“She’s right you know.” 

“Yeah, I get it!” 

You had him buried inside, feeling so full in his lap with your walls fluttering, and your hands resting on his chest. You kissed back up his neck, “Just tell me when I can move, baby, won’t go until you say so.” 

He sucked in a few deep breaths through his nose because if you moved too soon, he’d bust long before he was ready. So, he let you and Eijiro toy with him. Kissing, sucking, and nipping at his skin, all the light lingering touches until he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Move.” 

“Nicer,” Eijiro demanded of him.

“Please, move.” 

You sweetly kissed his lips and lifted up off him just about halfway and then sank right back down to see how he’d do. The ropes strained again and it made you smile just knowing what he wanted to do. 

He didn’t forget his manners this time, “More, please.” And you graciously gave him whatever he asked. Letting him control you with words rather than physically. He had to communicate, he had to tell you what he wanted, what he needed. 

“Wanna see you.” He mumbled and it made you confused, all he had to do was tilt his head and he’d get a lovely view of the way his cock was vanishing inside you, but Eijiro knew what he meant.

He moved from his spot behind Katsuki, coming up behind you instead, “Think he wants these, baby,” His large fingers expertly pinched your nipples right through your shirt before his hands moved down to the hem. “Arms up for me.” He didn’t ruin your shirt like he’d done with your boyfriend’s. He lifted it off your body, kissing your shoulders once it was removed and giving Katsuki the perfect view of them bouncing as you kept on riding him. 

“Pinch ‘em again f’me, Ei. Like it when she squirms.” And he would’ve if you hadn’t told him no, both men instantly freezing. 

“If Kat wants that, he’s gotta do it himself.” 

“What!?” 

“You heard me,” You still lifted yourself up and down his shaft while you spoke, “No more being Eiji’s puppet master. If you wanna see something done to me, you’ve gotta take your armor off and do it yourself.” 

Katsuki might have looked like his world was just spun sideways but Eijiro was actually chuckling. “I think you’re onto somethin’, baby girl.” He kissed your temple while Katsuki sputtered. 

“The fuck she is!” 

“Calm down. She’s listened to every instruction you’ve given her, slow down, go harder, whatever you’ve asked for, she’s given. I think it’s only fair that you can’t ask me to do those things for you anymore.” 

Still, Katsuki’s jaw was set tight, and you knew he was pissed, that much was painfully obvious. What you could figure out was what he intended to do about it. 

His garnet eyes darted between you and Eijiro like he couldn’t actually believe the two of you were siding with each other on this. For a second you wondered if you might have pushed too far, that this might have been too much for him to handle. Fear crept in and your hips nearly stilled.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop.” His words were practically a growl from someplace deep in his chest and you obeyed without a second thought. “Undo the binds.” Your walls clenched at the words and you knew you were in for it. 

The moment the ropes fell to the floor Katsuki was standing, using cool hands to wrap your legs around him, keeping his cock still buried deep. Eijiro was just a second behind him, grinning like it was his damn birthday all the way to the bedroom. 

Your back hit the mattress and before you let Katsuki do a single thing, you tapped the gloves, “Off.” 

He tore them from his hands, throwing them against the far wall, and then scalding, scared hands pulled you in.

They felt different. It wasn’t the fact it had been months since he’d had them on you, you’d remember his touch anywhere. He had new scars from explosions he’d caused over the weeks his hands had been in the gloves. The damage he’d inflicted upon himself.

Katsuki leaned down to kiss you before doing anything else. “They’re alright. They don’t hurt. Promise.” 

And he didn’t give you any more time to worry about it right then. He already had your hips up off the bed, “Getting in my fuckin’ way.” He ripped the panties that you never bothered taking off before using you like you were nothing more than a tool for his desires. 

You got exactly what you’d been craving, there wasn’t a part of you Katsuki left untouched. Rough fingers tugging at your nipples, making them pull with each harsh snap of his hips. He groped at your ass, pulled at your hair, and pushed your legs further and further apart. 

When one orgasm ripped through you he didn’t even falter. “Hell, princess, already?” He flipped you over, face pressed into a pillow and he positioned your ass exactly where he wanted it, watching your cum drip out and run down your thighs before pushing himself back in. 

He would’ve stayed upright, fucking you with both feet planted on the ground, had it not been for Eijiro bending him over top you. What you wouldn’t have given to see the look on Katsuki’s face when Eijiro bullied his cock inside him. Your ears were flooded by a guttural moan, and your hips were gripped so tightly that bruises were bound to show up within the hour. 

“Fuck, wait, Ei—!” Katsuki was twitching inside you and you waited for him to flood your cunt but he managed to hold off again. 

“Awe, too much for our KitKat?” 

You pushed the blond further, sitting on all fours, looking back at the two of them. Katsuki’s head dipped low, nearly resting on your back meanwhile, Eijiro teeth were sinking into his lower lip and you knew he was working his inches inside Katsuki little by little. 

“Ah, there ya go.” He ran a soothing hand over Katsuki’s back, “Now, be good f’us and fill our little one up.” He retracted his hips and eased, back in quicker than before, making Katsuki push into you as well, “She’s been so needy for you, baby.” Eijiro repeated the motion, quicker still, “Talkin’ about how much she misses your cock,” Another thrust, “Oh. And she really misses your fingers on that pretty clit of hers.” 

Katsuki didn’t need any more of a hint. Rough fingers were on your sensitive bundle of nerves in seconds and your arms gave way landing you on the pillow below that muffled your cry. 

With the way he moved, clearly not forgetting exactly what you liked, he was going to have you cumming for him again in record time. “Kat!” You have to turn your head for him to properly hear you, “Feel s’good, baby. Wanna cum f’you.” 

“You as— askin’ permission, princess?” Eijiro’s thrusts had him stammering and you just knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer either.

You nod your head but it wasn’t enough for either of them. “Words.” Both of them reminded you and you whined.

“Please! Please, yes, I’m asking!” 

Eijiro still had a good pace going, rocking the both of you with ease. He had Katsuki so close the man could barely form a sentence so, Eijiro took it upon himself. “Cum when Kat does, little one, hold out until then.” 

Katsuki can feel you practically sob, so close to the edge and not being allowed to let that cord snap. He kissed up your spine. “’M close, babe, just— fuck— hang on.” 

Katsuki’s head was pulled back from your ear, lightly this time by Eijiro’s hand. “Do you wanna cum, baby?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“Then ask me.” 

“Fu—“

“Ah-ah,” Eijiro cut him off, "I’ll drag this out for the both of you if you get your temper goin’. Try again.” 

“Wanna cum, Ei. Fuck, I want it. Please, can y’make me cum?” 

Sharp teeth were right against his earlobe. “Don’t let up on that clit of hers, understand?” 

In an instant his fingers worked even quicker than before to the point you weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold out like Eijiro had ordered but then those teeth sunk into Katsuki’s shoulder and the hand he’d had posted on your hip flew to the back of Eijiro’s neck to hold him in place. 

Your fingers fisted the sheets and Katsuki couldn’t keep his pace on your clit, instead, it was all jerky movements until his first rope of cum shot into you. And he had so much more to give. The way your orgasm milked him had him painting your walls white, filling you to the brim until his cum was leaking out and onto the sheets below. 

Eijiro kept his teeth embedded until he came too, just a minute or so later. 

Months ago, it used to be one of the boys who’d get up and make sure you had a warm towel to clean yourself up, or they’d be picking you up to take a bath, but not tonight though. 

Eijiro pulled himself out and then helped Katsuki ease out of you and let you slowly roll over onto your back. He waited until Katsuki was situated in your arms, his head resting comfortably against your chest, and only then did Eijiro cuddle in beside the two of you. One arm under your neck and the other across Katsuki’s back. 

You had both your hands playing with Katsuki’s blonde locks, running your fingers through them, scratching at his scalp. “Thanks.” He muttered and both you and Eijiro knew that covered so many different things. 

“Don’t have to thank us.” Eijiro started and let you finish with, “You’re worth fighting for, KitKat. We love you.” 

He snorted a laugh at the comments he deemed ‘too sappy’, and yet he was the one who, after insisting you all needed to shower, that he was gonna marry the two of you one day.