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devout-of-the-elder-scrolls · 3 months ago

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Working with Lesser Daedra Masterpost

So, I mentioned on my pinned post that I utilize Lesser Daedra in my practice. So, let's run over how that actually works. This post utilizes UPG about my experience and knowledge from how to work with them on this world.

Before I begin: Remember that any spirit can be dangerous. In my experience, Lesser Daedra may be fine helping mortals or as familiars, but if slighted by you or you don't upkeep your end of the deal, they are possible to become a malicious entity that has it out for You specifically that might require an exorcism or other banishing work to get rid of them. Great care is to be taken with any random Daedra. If you want to work with a Daedra, I'd heavily suggest building relationships with your chosen Daedra and work mostly, if not entirely, with them for their given work/job/whatever. As well, working with Lesser Daedra is very different than deity work with a Daedric Prince, because there's no worship and anything. Though, you could theoretically worship a Lesser Daedra as well.

For the sake of this post, I will just be calling them Daedra instead of Lesser Daedra. I am not going over every single Daedra in this post, I've got another masterpost in the works for that.

Feel free to reblog and/or add your own thoughts onto this.

Future posts will be made detailing information about each Lesser Daedra.

What is a Lesser Daedra?

Essentially, they're a lower ranking Daedra. They're often aligned to a Prince of their own choice, but often an entire species can be aligned to one Daedra as a general idea though not always, as they make personal alignments to the Prince of their choice. As well, some aren't aligned to any Prince at all. Daedra Lords are of a higher status and while you can work with them, they're not considered Lesser Daedra. Same with a Demiprince.

Now let's discuss why you would want or need a Daedra.

Daedra can be utilized much like how someone might utilize a spirit in their area. Where you might use a Fire Spirit, you might instead ask upon a Fire Atronach. It's much of the same process - You make an offering, make a plea, and hope they feel so inclined to help you. You can also compare it to any general spirit work if your practice generally has spirits helping you.

In general and in my experience, Daedra are happy to help as long as you make an appropriate reason for them to help, like giving them an offering. They aren't at big risk for lashing out randomly, at least not more than any other spirit you might contact for work. However, that doesn't mean this is the case always. If you feel you're in danger, please take the necessary actions. Always be prepared for the worst case scenario with any spirit you summon, Daedra or not.

LESSER DAEDRA AS "HIRED HELP"

The main experience I have with Lesser Daedra is as "hired help". Summon, make offering, make plea, and let them do their work.

What are some examples of when you'd request upon? In general, you can look towards their Prince that they are found within the realm and service of for an idea of what they'd be willing to do.

If you want revenge, any of Mephala's, Molag Bal's, or Malacath's work great - The Perthan / Spider Daedra, for example. They're happy to engage in friendly conversation, though they get distracted easily; but just as much happy to perform tasks if given enough reason to.

Any of Sheogorath's would make good for aids to mental health and neurodivergency. The only way I can think to describe it is as a service animal situation, though that's not the only option.

Much like with Sheogorath's, you can call upon Peryite's for a similar work but for physical health and wellness.

Any Daedra that has put themself in the service of Vaermina, such as a Clannfear, can be "hired" as a dream guardian to protect you within your dreams for the price of food and other offerings. They're built for a certain level of defense and offense, and are generally happy to help.

An atronach is always a good choice when you need an element for a spell. Or, do you need to be concealed in shadows? You can turn to Lady Nocturnal, yes, or you can ask a shadow atronach.

LESSER DAEDRA AS A FAMILIAR

You can also take one as a spirit familiar should they be willing. It's a lot of the same deal as any other familiar you take - You need to take care of them and support them, in order for them to want to stick with you and continue serving you and your craft.

How you choose to make them your familiar is up to you. It's general belief that a familiar approaches the witch first or otherwise comes to the witch on their own. But it's up to you how your choose to finalize your relationship as witch and familiar.

HOW TO CONTACT A DAEDRA

My step by step is usually

decide what Daedra I want to contact. sometimes this step has me asking a Prince "who do you have under you?" to narrow it down

obviously any prep steps about protection, warding against entities that would want to hurt me, inviting any Gods I feel I need to have around (usually their reigning Prince), etc.

summon them

make an offering, and make my plea

wait! they take time

You can also try asking the Prince who resides over them for help to provide for you a Daedra to work alongside.

BUILD A RELATIONSHIP

If you're doing something more consistent, I very heavily suggest building and upkeeping a relationship with your Daedroth of choice. So, one of my Daedra I have hired is one I used for an example above, a Clannfear named Albex, who protects over my dreams. I turn only to Albex for my dream protection, instead of summoning a new Clannfear at any time. I've built a relationship with Albex and make consistent offerings - mostly my dinner every night - to upkeep my relationship with them. Albex is more likely to continue working with me, and should I come in danger from a Clannfear, I know it's probably Albex.

If you're doing something that's a one time deal like a single spell that needs use of a Shadow Atronach, then I'd suggest yes, doing a one time exchange.

But how do you build a relationship with them? Well... how you'd build a relationship with any spirit. Talk to them, invite them into your life, make offerings, perform acts for them, etc. Just exist with them. There's really not much special to it, it's just as simple as that.

If you're upkeeping a relationship with a specific Daedroth, I would also suggest making a space for them in your Book of Shadows, but that's more of an optional step especially if your practice doesn't include a BOS.

SUMMONING A DAEDRA

Daedra can be summoned in many forms. I'm going to go over a catch-all summoning ritual I built. It includes steps to protect and ward before summoning. Feel free to use your own, though.

Note: You can use a physical object to bind them to if you want, especially if you're planning on having them as a familiar. This object should either be destroyed once your relationship is done and over with or have a banishing ritual and cleansing spell performed on it afterwards. If you want to do this, I'd suggest things like paper origami for it's ease of creation and destruction (burning, ripping up, etc), and it can easily be kept safe by putting it in a container; or decoration items or even jewelry for Daedra you're holding closer to your heart. Within TES lore, Daedra cannot take place on our earth for very long without being bound to the mortal plane in some form or another. In lore, their whole bodies are bound here - This optional creation is meant to replace that. You can also bind them to an object much later on, if you should choose, or if you find a new object to bind them to.

Within TES lore, you can also summon Lesser Daedra as bound weapons. I've never done this so I can't speak upon it.

This is not the only possible way to summon a Daedra. It's just one I made and am offering. Please feel free to use your own.

-- TOOLS & INGREDIENTS

Salt

Black candles (enough to make a "circle" shape, big or small)

Blood or blood substitute like fake blood, pomegranate juice, etc* (This one can be taken out, but it might not work as well)

A piece of paper with the name of the type of Daedra you're summoning in Daedric Script

An offering of your choosing

A small fire-safe container to hold ashes and blood/blood substitute

Optional: A physical item to bind them to

-- STEPS

Begin by performing any of your own personal protection and warding for a summoning. Have a backup banishing spell prepared.

If you'd like, you can now call upon a spirit guide or guardian spirit to help you with this whole thing.

Place your salt anywhere you feel it's necessary.

Prepare your paper with the Daedra's name written on it.

Place your candles within salt piles to act as protection against summoning negative spirits. Do not use salt petre, it's highly flammable.

Optional, place your binding object in the center of your array.

Light your candles, saying the following: I now, in this moment, am performing this ritual to summon a [daedra]. This salt will ward away and keep out any who wish to harm me in any way.

Burn your paper, letting the ashes collect in your container.

Safely prick your finger or use the blood substitute on the ashes, saying, I summon now, [daedra], come to me in my space. You are not free to harm me, not free to affect me, only free to speak to me.

Introduce yourself and allow the Daedra to introduce themself.

Speak to the Daedra and work out the specifics of what you want them to do.

Make your offering now.

Wait for them to uphold their end of the deal.

KEEPING YOUR DAEDRA HAPPY

This is a very important part of working with a Daedra. For two reasons: (A) It's just polite to be kind to the spirits you work with, and (B) A Daedra may lash out upon you should they be unhappy with you, your relationship, etc. Even if they don't lash, they will just leave, so a happy Daedra is a helpful Daedra.

In general, Daedra can be quite understanding but also quite demanding - While they understand you might not be able to give physical offerings, they're going to want some kind of offering. Daedra typically are given offerings of some form in payment for hired help. They can be physical, digital, visualized, whatever. All that matters is that you're making an offering in general. When a Daedra is a familiar, they might request less of you as part of your relationship.

You can also perform the following to keep your Daedra happy:

talk to them

invite them into your life and your activities

perform acts that honor them and your relationship

talk about them

engage with TES media, videos, etc

anything you feel like would work for them personally! they're still individuals with their own likes/dislikes, wants, and etc

ENDING A WORKING RELATIONSHIP

Should you be at the end of your working relationship with your Daedra, you should take care to end the working relationship with care and doing it purposefully instead of hoping it will just end - You don't want to accidentally have a misunderstanding somewhere.

Call upon your Daedra and have an earnest conversation, and make a goodbye offering of some form. Many faiths and practices perform a libation, an offering of pouring liquid onto the ground (you can just do water if you have nothing else), but a libation is optional. Make sure both parties are agreeing to the end of the relationship, and professionally end the deal.

If the Daedroth refuses to leave, be prepared to perform a banishing. In my experience though, this is quite rare, as they're usually fine with leaving once they know they won't be getting anything out of the deal.

BANISHING A DAEDRA

Should a Daedra be out for your blood, here's a banishing ritual for you. You can also utilize the Prince who resides over that Daedra to banish them by making offering to the Prince and asking them to handle their Daedra.

This is not the only possible way to banish a Daedra. It's just one I made and am offering. Please feel free to use your own.

-- TOOLS & INGREDIENTS

A piece of paper with the Daedra's name or species written on it

Salt

Baking soda

A black candle

-- STEPS

Mix up the salt and baking soda and set the candle within it.

Light the candle, saying: With this spell I banish you, [daedra], from my life and my space. You will not return upon me.

Burn the paper, saying: Begone with you, begone from my life.

CONCLUSION

I hope all of this helps you with your own work with Daedra! I heavily suggest it to any and all interested in working with them, because they make wonderful helper spirits when you treat them well.

I know this post spoke a lot about Daedra being dangerous, but I really don't think they're that dangerous. Yes, they're a bit more prone to negative stuff, but as long as you don't mistreat them (which should be a given?) and you don't make deals with ones that show they wanna hurt you, you'll be fine. And even then a good banishing will deter them. I've never once actually had one approach me that wanted to hurt me, which you can argue is because I use a lot of methods to keep those ones away, but. y'know.

Also please remember that each individual Daedra is an individual. I think that's a given, though. Just because they're a Daedra of some species doesn't mean they'll work the exact same as another of their species.

*I do not encourage or endorse self harm. Please research the proper way to offer blood safely. (Disinfect the area, prick, bandage. I think many do it like how you would for a diabetic test.) I want you all safe and sound, please. Please do not use blood if you can't do so safely.

#daedra work #tes paganism #tes worship #tes polytheism #elder scrolls paganism #elder scrolls worship #elder scrolls polytheism #the elder scrolls paganism #the elder scrolls worship #the elder scrolls polytheism #pop culture paganism #pop culture witchcraft

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luvvchu · 2 years ago

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Hiii! to celebrate reaching 65 followers(well 67 now-), I decided to host a project sekai edit contest! I know like everyone does a contest, but I wanted to do this for awhile and thought it would be fun! now then, let's get onto the rules and such!

- You can edit anyone from project sekai, but editing my favorite characters (Tsukasa, Rui, Akito, Toya, Kaito, Mizuki, Miku) would be preferred!

- Anyone can enter! nobody has to follow me if they want to enter!

- You can post as many entries as you'd like!

- Any type of edits are allowed! there is no theme for this contest, so get as creative as you want! (any theme is fine long as it's not weird)

- Please tag me in your posts so I can see it!

- Reblog if you're entering! (or promoting)

- Lastly, have fun with it!

(I forgot to add a prizes section so it'll just be thrown here)

1st place: 6 edits of their choice

2nd place: 3 edits of their choice

3rd place: 2 edits of their choice

Participants might get 1 edit of their choosing if I don't get burnt out

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The contest will probably last until june 12th, but I might extend it longer! I dunno yet :P

Now with all that out of the way, I'll be tagging people in case anyone is interested or would like to promo! @lovesick-level-up @mafuyu-asxhina @ichika-h0shino @iwataniinao @nyuureo @marionette83 @stellaxica @multieditors-teahouse @tiansorbet @fading--warmth @kanadez @wonderlxnds-x-showtime + anyone else that wants to! sorry if there's anyone I forgot to tag ;<

Well, I think that's all.. sorry about how messy this post is :P If I forgot to add anything, plz ask for clarification! my memory is bad so idk.. anyway, yeah! have a good day, I'm excited to see any entries!!

#☆not an edit post!☆#☆editing contest!☆#scheduled post #☆mod tsukasa!☆

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nasuversekinkmeme · 1 year ago

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hey man, im new here, read the rules and everything. couple questions. -not-a-degen-anon

if i write to fill in a prompt on tumblr, do i need to put it into the nasuverse kink collection on ao3 like that recent medusa prompt that was sent.

for fanart in general, i do sketches so im not sure how that'd work, like a 1-2 page comic or fanart of said characters doing stuff w.o dialogue? but in general for art, if i fill a prompt i still gotta tag it onto the ao3 collection you guys have ?

for old prompts on ur dreamwidth smth, should i still add that onto the ao3 collections?

do you necessary want us to tag you on tumblr for any claims or stuff we did for the prompt, like i have an acct but i barely use this site since its been 6 years. also, since you guys crosspost on ao3 for any stuff that was filled/done should i sent you a link for a completed work i did if you guys didnt see it or reblogged about it? if things get buried

Hello anon!

The ao3 collection exists for three reasons:

Archival. When people want to look up the fills that have already been filled, a lot of them find it easier to go on a full ao3 list you can sort by tags and such, rather than on tumblr where you have to wade through every fill ever made to find what interests you.

So that I, personally, can see it, and crosspost it here. Usually, people directly message me here when they've done a fill. But sometimes they don't, and so the only way for me to know a fill exist is if something new has been added to the ao3 collection. If you make a fill, but don't add it to the collection & don't inform me of it, I will not crosspost it here (because even if I see it, I will assume you don't want to be put on blast for whatever reason. Privacy is important.)

(Not relevant to your question but) so there is a way for people to send prompts/do fills that does not rely on tumblr.

What I mean is: adding your fill to the ao3 collection is optional. If you don't want to add your fill there, it's fine. Plenty of people do fills outside of ao3 (namely art fills, but we've gotten some fics via tumblr and google doc too) and can't add them to the ao3 collection. That's fine too. I would prefer of you added your fills to the ao3 collection because it makes things easier for me as a mod, but don't worry about it. It's not mandatory. This applies to the dreamwidth prompts too, if you fill a prompt from there you can add it to the ao3 collection, or not. Up to you.

Likewise, you don't need to tag me on your fills. It's just one way people have to inform me that they've done a fill. If you'd prefer send me an ask with a link to your fill, that is perfectly fine. (Or use the submission box, this one does not require to be logged on tumblr, it might be more useful to you?)

TL;DR: The ao3 collection + tagging me on tumblr are just ways to inform me a fill exists, if you want to do things differently that's fine by me. If it's been a few days and your fill still isn't up, feel free to send me a message, it's possible I missed it.

I hope I answered all your queries. If I was unclear or missed anything, feel free to ask for clarification, I will gladly provide c}:

#not a degen anon #mod answer

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catgirl-yeji · 1 year ago

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this shapeshifting vessel is a lie

hi and welcome to my corner of the internet. this blog is still under construction until I can add my about page ( did you know that you have to personally ask support to be allowed to use a page code with javascript in it? :)) well, you do now ) so beware of the construction tape!

I'm Autumn or Faon, I use they/them pronouns and I was born '95. ticked about all the boxes on the queer registration form and I'm currently in a queerplatonic relationship. central european & white. future linguistics & politics student, and plant parent. I really adore vampires and I write original and fan fiction, as well as poetry. I speak german and english, and I'm studying french, korean, japanese and finnish. lover of bats, snakes, horsies, deer and cats, as well as sharks. 🦈 I sometimes draw cat ears or fangs onto idols and actors ( see: my icon ), if you'd like me to make you an icon, drop me a DM.

my hyperfixations and interests change over time — yes, it was a phase, mom! name a constant state of being, mom! — and I change my username every two or so years. currently I'm really into the quantum leap spin-off, the motherland: fort salem show, and I'm watching a couple of k-dramas and such at the side. I play baldur's gate 3, stardew valley and control, but also 2064: read only memories.

I was very active in the shadowhunters and the dragon age fandom as well an 00q shipper. I will reblog every single gif of spirit - stallion of the cimarron, it's my childhood movie;; also, Jin Oshiro from STRAY (2019) deserved better, thank you for your attention.

you may know me as leafmiilk, taehdenveri, fliederfuchs or thetevinterelf — and most recently @catboy-jaebeom ! 🌺

tumblr veteran and survivor of the mishapocalypse. I've been renting this space ( occupying, maybe, rather? skjsdlkgs it's not like I pay rent ) since 2012, and trust me when I say: this website is a hellsite, but it's our hellsite, so, I'll stay until the last person switches off the lights, probably. >< a lot of other social media networks just never grew on me quite like tumblr.

I have two sideblogs worth noting: @splittergheist, my writing blog where I post short stories and poems irregularly, and my secret and private miscecanis / omegaverse blog ( a lot more interested in the world-building, concept and lifestyle than the smut, but no hate! ) that I may give out if you ask nicely and privately. also, if you're interested in some tumblr rp, you can message me as well, I have an OC blog for that. 🐰

that said, I tag my posts extensively, so if you need me to tag something, you can shoot me an ask and I'll try to tag specific things for you! please be nice in my inbox or I'll simply delete your ask and block you. 💛 oftentimes I'll message you privately when you send me an ask that doesn't seem like it should be answered publicly ( unless you've sent it on anon ofc ) and while I do answer tag games, I'm too anxious to tag ppl myself unless we're like super close, sorry ><

I track #faon.tagged. if you make ( especially kpop ) content you think I'd like ( itzy, got7, nct & wayv but especially ten, xiaojun and yuta, red velvet, shinee, svt but especially joshua, mingyu and dk, skz but especially hyujin and felix, but also others! ) you can use this tag, I'm always happy to reblog pretty gifs and support you guys, you're the backbone of our and any community.

relevant kpop stuff can be found under the cut, as well as some 'reviews' my lovely mutuals wrote for me ( if you like to leave a review, hit me up in my DMs! ) thank u, ily 💚🌼

and thank you everyone else for reading this, may your days be bright, I think we could all use that at the moment;; I'd super love new ppl to talk to ( pls have your age or an approximate in your bio! while I'm fine with talking to minors, I'd like to know beforehand if I do ), so message me!!

kpop stuff

ult group: got7

other groups I like: nct 127, itzy, wayv, shinee, red velvet, seventeen, oneus, ...

soloists I adore: xia / kim junsu, taemin, ...

biases: lim jaebeom & choi youngjae; nakamoto yuta & xiaojun; kang seulgi; hwang yeji & lee chaeryeong; joshua hong & lee seokmin; choi minho & lee taemin; kim leedo & lee seoho; park seonghwa & jeong yunho; kanemoto yoshi; ...

wreckers: mark tuan & kim yugyeom; ten lee; kim mingyu & lee woozi; kang yeosang & song mingi; shin ryujin; ...

for as long as xitter still exists, I can be found under jaebueomgi.

blog reviews

@meant-to-be-a-hero wrote on november 22nd:

Shall I compare Autumn's blog to a summer's day? I shall not, because I am not a hack. Equal parts language jokes, kpop boys (and girls, but I don't look at those) and #bitter millennial blogging, there's something for everyone here at Autumn's blog. They are also one of the few people who still write funky things in the tags, a true dying breed on Tumblr. I feel like I'm reviewing a restaurant or something. Either way, click follow, thank me later, because you will. It's a good blog, Bront.

— ★★★★★(★★) [ 7 out of 5 ]

@klutenpetter wrote on november 22nd:

It seems I have misplaced the URL of the blog in question that I was supposed to review.

— ★★★★★ [ 5 out of 5 ]

#faon.own #faon.pinned

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justafriend-ql · 2 years ago

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Hi! Your recent post about gifmakers was so good, I was hoping you could help me navigate tumblr etiquette around gifs.

I assume it's cool to search for gifs via the tumblr search and embed in to my posts, and add alt text if it doesn't already exist, without reaching out to creators or tagging them in addition to the existing credit on the gif, since I think that's opt-in and they get alerts. Am I right about that?

If I can't find a good gif in the search, but I know folks have made good ones in gifsets that I can find in people's posts other ways, is there accepted etiquette around this? Do I need to reach out to the gifmaker first, or look for a statement on their blog? Or is it acceptable to copy the URL and embed it into my post, and then tag the gifmaker and link the post it came from in my post? Or is that last step unnecessary if the gif is already a link?

Just trying to be a good tumblr citizen! Thanks for your help.

Hi! I'm definitely not an expert on this, but I can offer some suggestions based on what I've seen others do. Generally, I think it's fine to use the tumblr gif search function (the yellow 'GIF' button) to embed a gif in your post, since it displays and links the source of the gif. Creators should get a notification when one of their gifs has been added to a post. Here's an example of what using this method looks like:

Admittedly, it's pretty hard to find what you're looking for using the tumblr gif search function. When people embed a gif in a different way (such as copying and embedding the gif link), I've seen them give credit to the creator by tagging them, which will give them a notification. This method doesn't automatically include a link to the original gifset (just a link to the individual gif), so you have to add that manually if you'd like to do so. Here's an example of what using this method looks like:

gif from @justafriend-ql (original gifset)

You can add alternate text (or an 'image description') to a gif that you embed by clicking on the three dots that show up in the bottom right corner when you hover over a gif. You can view the alternate text by clicking on the 'ALT' button in the bottom left corner of the gif. I've added alternate text to the gif below so you can see what it looks like once you do so:

gif from @justafriend-ql (alt text added)

If you want to add alternate text to an entire gifset, I would reblog the original post and type out the alternate text below or ask the original creator if they'd be open to adding alternate text to their post.

These are my initial thoughts, but like I said, I'm not an expert. If anyone has other recommendations, feel free to add onto this post!

#hope this helps!#i'm not super well-versed in this so please do add onto this or correct me as needed #how to tumblr #in my inbox

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fadebolt · 7 months ago

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Well, as someone who interacts with polls an awful lot (though not with literally every single one of 'em, cus like.... there's just too damn many xd), I feel like I should probably respond here. Because while the anon is sort of correct, I feel like they're also misconstruing some things. Whenever you're looking at polls, the thing that you should immediately be discarding is an expectation for people to be fully objective. A lot of people will just simply go with what their gut tells them, and Rain World is a game that prides itself on different people having different experiences. Everyone has their own routes and playstyles and preferences and things they struggle with, and this is why you'll often see a theoretically 'bad' option get at least a few (and sometimes even a dozen) votes. Can that feel a tad annoying? Oh, absolutely, it can. But I think it's best if we look at the bigger picture here, since there is actually a pretty decent balance with these things. I've mainly noticed this from the room polls, since those have many options that people could fawn over out of bias, and while a lot of them have indeed been successful (so much so that the host literally made 'ROOF03 only' and 'iterator chamber only' polls to thin them out a lil bit), but something I happened to notice is that a ton of the picks where you'd expect high vote numbers due to people's biases....... have actually struggled, and sometimes, even failed. People aren't dumb. When they see that something is very high quality, they are more than willing to put their vote onto that, even when it's matched up against something that reminds them of Looks to the Moon or Five Pebbles. And if you want proof, then just check back on the region art poll for the vanilla game. The poll where Five Pebbles was beaten by Drainage System. Drainage. Freaking. System. Yeah, the most unimportant region of base Rain World that has frustrated countless new players has managed to beat Five Pebbles, just because its region art is simply that much better. Of course, that doesn't actually invalidate the Anon's points. FP still performed fine, and it that was very much guaranteed to happen, by virtue of the art belonging to Five Pebbles. What I was looking to highlight are the differences between the performances of FP and LttM, and how that can serve as an indication, that while some people have certainly voted for LttM cus they love the character, you can still clearly see that most voters picked it, because they actually appreciate the art. Trust me, it would be flat out impossible for it to get this much support otherwise. While I would very much like to add my own takes about Looks to the Moon's region art (spoiler - it's one of my favorites from the bunch, though I did vote for Silent Construct, for reasons I've already underlined within my reblog of the poll), this has already gone on long enough, and I'm sure plenty of folks have already rambled a bunch about it. I hope this didn't come off as hostile, because I totally get where Anon is coming from, and it can be frustrating to see genuinely good options underperform. I just wanted to shed some light onto the fact that things aren't quite as bleak as they might appear, as long as you don't view things with the confirmation bias lenses on. Also, due to the nature of polls, some options just have to underperform, and if most options are great, then.... yeah, you might end up seeing some great things in the trenches. And let's be honest - most of the region art is pretty damn great.

people who vote in those rain world polls honestly piss me off let me explain. theyre asked to vote for which dp regions art is their favorite right. instead of,, idk,, picking which artwork they like the most (what youre supposed to do)??? they run to vote for moon even though theres so many other regions with sick art. like im sorry but youre. not supposed to vote for a region because you like the character. its solely based off of whether or not you like the art visually. and i highly doubt people were only voting for moon because they liked the art. have you seen rubicon?? metropolis?? i like five pebbles but im not over here blinding voting every fp related region

#fade rambles #rain world opinions

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awlumii · 2 years ago

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savior amidst snowstorms.

# — pairing: snow prince!albedo x gn!reader

# — characters: snow prince!albedo, gender neutral reader

# — summary: moments before it all ends, a figure comes to your rescue.

# — warnings: mentions of blood, death, near-death experience (reader)

# — tags: first meetings, implied violence, unspecified injuries, introduction to au piece, angst (??), reader is in LOTS of pain and wishes for death but no MCD

# — notes: SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGSSSS I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING I LIKE ABOUT SNOW PRINCE!ALBEDO AAAAA I CAN'T WAIT TO WRITE MORE! reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy this (and are curious about it, too!)

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i'm going to die here.

that is all you can think as you watch the lawachurl shamble towards you. you did all you could. you put up one hell of a fight; originally you were faced with at least ten hilichurls, all of which you managed to defeat. you didn't escape from that confrontation unscathed, but they were dead, and you were still breathing. unfortunately all the commotion lured the attention of a lawachurl in the distance, and now you were staring down the cause of your inevitable demise. the hilichurls you faced earlier left you cut up and bruised, so you're in no state to take this thing on.

like hell i'd be able to anyway, you think as it lumbers closer. even in the cold, you can smell the stench of raw death wafting off of this hulking creature. how many adventurers has it feasted on? how many unfortunate souls have fallen to this thing? whatever the number is, you know in your heart that you're about to add onto it. a sharp sting of pain shoots up your leg as you try to step back and gain some distance from it. a hilichurl arrow pierced your thigh deeply, the point of which is still firmly lodged in there. only now, when the adrenaline has started to make way for fear, do you feel the acute agony of it all. all of your injuries seem to weigh on you now, the time when you need it the least.

boom. the snow-covered ground seems to rattle under your feet as the lawachurl comes closer. about ten paces away now. it's a miracle the thing hasn't lunged at you, else you'd have made a fine dinner by now.

boom. nine paces. it's almost tame in its demeanor. in its eyes, you see nothing but a predatory hunger. blood from your wounds hits the fresh snow with a soft plip-! and though you can't see its nostrils, you're prety sure they must've flared at the smell.

boom. boom. seven paces. dragonspine is about to become your icy grave. what did you even come here for, anyway? what could have possibly been so important that you'd put your life on the line like this? was it some silly commission? some old adventurer's tale? what does it even matter? nothing matters in the face of death.

boom. boom. five paces. this is it. you let your grip on your sword slacken and you hear the metal collide with the snowy floor. what use is it to you at this point, anyway? the lawachurl reaches out. you let your eyes slip shut and brace for a painful death.

but it never comes.

you count each breath you take expecting the next one to be your last. after the fifth one though, you hesitate to take a sixth as you're curious as to why you're still breathing. by now, the lawachurl should have you in its frosty grip, crushing your ribs. why are you still alive?

you open one eye and are surprised to see the lawachurl not even facing you. its back is to you and it's down on one knee with its head lowered. even with such a hazy mind, you recognize that posture. it's one of servitude, of submission. another surge of fear grips you by the throat. is there something that even a beast like this would bow its head to? what could possibly possess more strength than this creature on this icy hellscape? you hobble to the side to get a glimpse of the new arrival.

there's... nothing there. great. not only are there abominations on this mountain, but it would appear that it's haunted, too. you have half a mind to scream. how much longer will the universe dangle death in front of you? you don't like being teased, much less with your own safety. a frigid gust of wind nearly knocks you over, forcing your eyes shut. the blood that leaks from your head seems to crystallize, making it hard for you to open your eyes. you manage to pry one of them open to peer out into the distance; surely, you're imagining things. the mountain is many things, but haunted couldn't possibly be one of them... right?

the way forward is almost misty, the gusty snow obscuring the view of what's ahead. but through it all, you make out a figure of something. a silhouette of a person walking your way.

a person? that can't be right. a cryo lawachurl wouldn't be bowing to a human. you squint and try to focus, a part of you hoping that the figure turns out to be that of another, potentially more horrifying, monster. yet the silhouette remains the same. it's clearer now that it's closer. it's that of a man — his stride seems smooth, his body seemingly unbothered by the chaotic snow whirling around him. he appears untouched by the elements, almost.

you gulp. maybe you shouldn't rule out a haunting just yet.

you can't run, so you're forced to watch as the man comes closer and closer still. when he breaks through the mist, you take notice of how ethereal he looks amidst the snowstorm. his hair is a pale blond and reflects what little sunlight comes through the clouds. it reaches just below his shoulders and is almost neatly pulled into a braided half ponytail. his skin is pale and his eyes are a sharp teal that cut through the whiteness of your surroundings. his white coat bears navy blue and gold embellishments and his hands are gloved. he extends one to the monster and you see his lips move, though you can't hear his words over the whirlwind of snow. only when the hulking beast beside you moves do you realize what he said.

"arise."

you yelp and, for the first time in minutes, your body moves. you crash into the snow beneath you unceremoniously and with a loud groan. everything hurts. you're truly defeated. the man's lips move once more and the lawachurl approaches him with a bowed head. to your horror, it looks as though he's speaking to it — even worse is that it appears to understand him. if he were to give the order, that thing would tear you limb from limb. you don't know if you should waste your last breath begging for your life, or if you should just go back to accepting your demise with open arms.

neither of those choices are correct, apparently, because when the lawachurl faces you once more, gone is the intense bloodlust you'd felt moments earlier. it approaches you again, this time seeming calm. the man behind it comes closer, allowing you to see it better. maybe you're delirious with pain, but you notice that he's extremely attractive. there's a certain elegance to his features, his cold, calculating stare making you want to bow your own head in submission.

yeah. definitely delirium. you're losing your mind.

"if you're going to kill me," you say, your throat lined with needles, "then please, don't let me suffer. make it quick. i'm in enough pain as is."

those teal eyes regard you closely. there isn't a lick of emotion on his face. "do you need assistance?" he asks. his voice, too, is devoid of emotion.

you blink your one eye slowly and notice dark spots in your vision. it won't be long before you lose consciousness. and hopefully, your life, too. look at you; so badly damaged that you're wishing for death. the man before you doesn't move an inch as he awaits your response. you spit blood onto the icy ground away from you. "just... kill me." you rasp. "please."

"i do not wish to see you dead." his crystalline lashes seem to flutter. if you didn't know any better, you'd think him an angel. it's a shame there's no wings protruding from his back. "i wish to aid you. will you allow me to do so?"

you stagger. "please." you beg. "just..." the dark spots grow suddenly, consuming your world. you plummet into darkness before you can finish your sentence and collapse into the snow, never to see the sun again.

...or so you'd think.

you awake with a start, your body screaming at you with every frantic breath you take. you pat yourself down despite the aching of your wounds. all of your flesh is relatively intact — did you seriously survive that encounter? what the hell was all of that? the hilichurls, the monster, the weird angel-man—

wait a minute.

once more, you pat yourself down. you feel bandages in various places, each one meticulously wrapped around your appendages. you look down at your legs and find them buried beneath luxurious cream-colored silk sheets. come to think of it, the mattress supporting your weight feels like it's curving to meet your body — where the hell are you?!

you do a quick sweep of the room and an unknown emotion makes itself present. you're not sure whether to feel awe, fear, or curiosity. the room is fit for royalty: its floor-to-ceiling windows are crystal clear, allowing for a perfect view of the snowy mountain outside, the floors are marbled and polished, the furniture seems antiquated, yet grand all the same, the silvers and golds either woven through the cushions or embedded in the harder surfaces. this place, imposing and majestic as it might be, seems frozen in time — no one has touched this place in ages, yet it seems well-cared for. your head feels ready to explode. who in the archons' name would—?

"you've awoken."

you're not proud of the shriek that rips past your lips at the sound of the voice. (you're even less proud of the fact that you can hear it echoing off of the walls. was it really that quiet in here?) you turn to see the man from outside standing in your doorway, his features less illuminated, yet still regal in the dim lighting.

"i'm not going to harm you." his face remains as passive as ever. "please, don't shout."

"wh-why wouldn't i?" you retort. you break into a fit of hacking coughs. how did you not feel this ill a second ago? adrenaline sure works in strange ways. only now do you feel how flushed and clammy your skin is, how the banging in your head rivals that of a swordsmith forging a weapon, how painful it is just to take a breath. you ease yourself back into a lying position. you can't defend yourself like this. "you were communicating—" you pause to cough again— "with that monster outside! you could have killed me."

the man is at your side in the blink of an eye. an icy hand rests on your forehead and you feel a near instant relief. your eyes slip shut against your will. "you're running a high grade fever," he points out. "but i do not understand why you think me to be a threat when i saved your life. is gratitude lost on people in modern times?"

though spoken so evenly, such a biting response doesn't fit your image of this guy. who does he think he is? "you should have let me die." your voice is hoarse, barely a whisper. "let me die in peace." you partially mean it. the brief moments of clarity are nothing in comparison to the agony you're in. hell, you may as well be dead already. perhaps this is just what was waiting for you after you crossed over.

the man moves and you hear some shuffling. "i... don't want you to." he's whispering. it's almost like he's speaking to himself. "allow me to help you. please."

you can't make heads or tails of anything anymore. "water," you plead. your body is truly on its last legs. you're begging, though if you were of clear mind, you wouldn't reasonably ask this man for a thing; survival instincts have kicked in, and you're only trying to use what's been given to you. "give me water, please."

instead of the cold water you expected, you feel your head being propped up and hot water (tea?) slides down your throat instead. it's infinitely better than the ice water you had imagined — the relief is instant, and the spikes in your throat seem to clear almost immediately. before you can ask for more, some more is already being offered at your lips, and you drink eagerly, like a dying man in a desert. once you've had your fill, you're being eased back down, your body feeling just a touch better than before. words of gratitude don't make it out of you, so you settle for a sigh. you feel your consciousness slipping once more. dimly, you think there must have been a sedative in that drink. must be medicinal, you think, seeing as your throat doesn't hurt much anymore.

"the medicine will act faster if you rest." the man's voice seems so far away. "when you wake, please allow me the honor of knowing your name."

with the last of your energy, you breathe your own name in a whisper. you can almost hear the smile in the man's voice as you tread back into darkness.

"my name is albedo," he says. "it'll be my pleasure to greet you when you're fully conscious. get some sleep, now."

like you need to be told twice. almost on command, you fall into a deep, restful, dreamless sleep.

✦ oh my god. OH MY GOD??? SNOW PRINCE!ALBEDO INTRODUCTION??? WHEN'S THE FIC ZUZU???

✦ i actually am VERY proud of this. it's not the intro that i've been dreaming about for... what, a year? but i like the setup. i can't wait to build this au again.

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foralwaysandforever · 3 years ago

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hiii, since requests are open, could you please write a jack sparrow and reader where they're dating in secret and the rest of the crew get suspicious and their reactions when they find out??? totally fine if you don't do it, but thanks love!!!

Hidden Love

thank you so much for the request, love <3

Captain Jack Sparrow x f!reader

warnings: none, except it's implied that the reader has long enough hair that it will get in their eyes and face

word count: 2.1K I went a little overboard (pun was not intended but I'll take it) hehe

genre: fluff

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"It's all for the thrill of it, love."

"Ah, the thrill of it. I wonder how that's worked out for you in the past, my love," you hissed. "Tell me, Jack, how do you suppose hiding our relationship would work out on a crowded ship where no one is alone for more than five minutes?"

You stared at him incredulously, your arms crossed. You were in less than an agreeable mood, as Jack had pulled you into a cluttered and tiny broom closet on the Pearl to tell you of his scheme just a moment ago. You were facing him, your back pressed into what you assumed was a mop handle, but you couldn't quite tell in the dim light. His hair was falling into your face as he stood quite close to you, he had to crane his neck downward to look you in the eyes.

"First of all, the Pearl is not crowded, it is an enormous vessel that deserves no such slander from you, madam," Jack retorted, his dark eyes narrowing in mock disproval at you. "Second and most importantly, might I add, the crew is about as observant as the Royal Navy, so I do not think we'll have many complications."

"I really don't think-"

Jack pressed a finger to your lips effectively shutting your protests down. "The problem is not that you think, darling, it's that you think too much. I swear to you, captain's honour, that it will all turn out alright," he grinned as you swatted away the finger he was holding in front of your lips, then raised his right hand as if taking an oath.

You let out a resigned groan, letting your forehead fall onto his chest. You knew it was easier just to go along with it than to start an argument which you ultimately would give in to. Jack let out a low chuckle, his arms encircling your waist. "Don't worry, Y/N, you're in capable hands."

After peering out the cracked door, you exited the closet. Jack followed you, keeping a hand on the small of your back as he walked with you up the stairs to the main deck. You hurriedly started some tasks that needed to be done on the deck, such as cleaning the canons and securing the ropes of the sails to the mast. You spent the morning ignoring Jack, his ever present gaze burning into you. Finally, you were tying the last knot to the mast, a tedious job if ever there was one. You messed with the rope, biting your lip in agitation.

"Master Gibbs, the helm, if you will," the Captain said, hardly taking his eyes off of you as he spoke. The first mate nodded as Jack sauntered down to you. He examined the knot with a critical eye, tutting and making sounds of disproval. This continued for several minutes, you fiddling with the rope and Jack circling you. Finally, you looked up from your work in annoyance. "Is there something wrong, Captain?"

"Severely wrong, L/N," He said gravely, inspecting the knot again. You huffed, stepping away from him as he prodded the piece of rope. "With all due respect, Captain, I must say that there is not a single flaw with this choice of knot."

"Ah, that's where you're wrong. As you can clearly see," Jack hooked one arm around your waist, ushering you towards the mast, "the knot you used, a slipknot as it were, is not sufficient for our rigging. You need something much stronger, especially if we were to sail into a storm. It simply would not hold," he replied, leaning towards you, his face dangerously close to yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, that familiar half smirk that you knew ever so well appearing on Jack's face. He glanced at your lips, then met your gaze. He knew exactly what he was doing. "My mistake then," you said softly, almost breathless as you pulled away from Jack. His expression turned into one of hidden amusement. "L/N, try again with a Magnus hitch knot, I want this rope secured." He let go of you, almost reluctantly, and climbed the stairs to the helm with such swagger that you had to hide a grin. He rejoined his first mate, a lazy grin on his face.

"Captain?"

"Yes, Gibbs?" Jack said in a dismissive tone, his arms draped over the railing in a relaxed pose, his gaze once again drawn to you.

"I- well, I mean, we, the crew and I, I mean, have noticed that you and miss L/N have been very close, as of late, and I, er- we, that is, were just wondering-"

"Master Gibbs, what are you insinuating?" Jack eyed him, an almost threatening glint shining in his gaze.

"Nothing! Nothing, its just- nevermind," Gibbs meekly grinned under the Captain's harsh stare.

"By all means, if you or any other member of the crew," Jack raised his voice, "have any concerns or speculations involving myself and miss L/N, by all means, bring yourself forward." His words were welcoming, his tone was anything but. You glanced up at the two to see Gibbs sheepishly grabbing a mop, while the rest of the crew, after a quick look at you, continued to work.

That was the manner in which you both spent the next few weeks, Jack sabotaging himself by getting a little too close to you, and you covering it up. You didn't even know why you were going along with it anymore, except that now you were invested. You knew at least Gibbs was suspicious, he had given you that wide eyed look of bewilderment one too many times.

But one thing Jack hadn't given you credit for was that you were not a quitter, if this is what Jack wanted, he was in for a long haul. Or at least, it would have been a long haul. There was one itty bitty slip up that caused your whole charade to collapse in front of you two. You were up at the break of dawn, just finishing your night watch shift in the crow's nest. The wind had recently picked up as the golden rays of the sunrise edged their way across the horizon. You hadn't a single problem with enemy ships so far, but a much worse one had arisen.

The wind whipped around you, your vision obscured by your hair. You had accidentally left your hat and bandana back at the last port you had docked in, and you were regretting it immensely. You whipped your hair behind you for what seemed like the thousandth time that morning. You grabbed your hair and tucked it into the back of your shirt, gritting your teeth when it fell right out as soon as you moved your head. You stared into the waters below you distastefully.

You felt a gentle tug on a strand of your hair. You were about to turn and snap at whoever was messing with you, but you already knew who it was. "Love, it looked like you're struggling a bit there." You could hear the playful grin in his tone.

"I have a right notion to chop it all off this very minute, Jack," you seethed, resisting the urge to do just that. He combed his fingers through your now very tangled hair, twisting and twirling some of it. "Aye, but it would be such a shame if you did. You have such magnificent hair, love." He grasped your chin, tilting your face towards him. His eyes were warm and loving, radiating the same feeling of adventure and adrenaline that you had come to associate with Jack's presence.

Suddenly, your view was obstructed again, but this time it was because Jack had plopped his hat upon your head. He tilted it out of your eyes, his smile one of boyish innocence. "There, love, that should do it. No need for drastic measures."

"But Jack, this is your hat," you protested.

This man had outrun the Royal Navy, just to turn and go back when he realised his hat was in their custody. Once, he made Gibbs jump overboard to grab his hat when it blew off his head. It obviously had a special place in his heart. But then again, so did you.

"If so, then it is mine to give away, is it not?"

You held back a grin, and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Jack," you murmered into his shirt.

He laughed. "Always, love. Now, I believe I will be taking this next shift. Why don't you go get some rest?"

You yawned, the realisation dawning upon you that you were quite tired. "You know what? Wonderful idea."

You climbed down the rope ladder from the crows nest unsteadily, but suppressed a grin when you noticed your hair's absence from your vision. You spotted a coil of rope near the stern of the ship. Probably a little delusional from the lack of sleep, you sat down on it, resting your head upon your chest. Jack's hat fell over your eyes, blocking out the rising sun. You dozed off peacefully, the sounds of the waves crashing against the ship lulling you to sleep...

"Mother's love! Cotton, are you seeing this?" a familiar voice attempted to whisper, but sounded more like a wheezy hiss. You awoke, startled by Gibbs's asthmatic sounding mutter. You tilted your hat up to find Gibbs, Marty, Pintel and Ragetti along with the rest of the crew staring down at you. You wiped your mouth with your sleeve, your eyebrows raised. "What? Was I snoring? I apologise immensely if I was."

But they ignored you. Gibbs snatched the hat right off your head, ignoring your groggy protests.

"It's Jack's hat, I'd bet my life on it!"

"Pfft, what? Absolutely not," you rolled your eyes nervously, but it was too late.

"How did you get your hands on this, lass? The Captain's very protective of it," Gibbs questioned.

"I, well, long story-"

But Gibbs's eyes widened. Wider than you'd seen before. Uh oh. He glanced at Cotton, who returned his expression.

"What? What am I missin'?" Pintel frantically asked, prodding at Gibbs.

Ragetti nudged his uncle. "The Capn' and her is in love, you see. That's 'ow she got 'is hat! 'e wouldn't give it to just anyone, ya know."

"That's ridicul-" Pintel sneered, but paused when he stopped to think about it. "Yeah, yeah! You know what, that makes some sense!"

You stood up, your cheeks a bright red. Maybe you could pass the blush off as a sunburn.

"I'll have you all know," you grabbed Jack's hat back, your hat back, "that J- the Captain and I-"

"Are horribly in love. And if anyone wishes to object, well, too bad," Jack's voice rang out. The crew parted down the middle as Jack swaggered over to you, a mischievous grin on his face. He took the hat from your hands and placed it atop your head again, right where it belonged.

"Why did you feel the need to hide it from us?" Cotton and Marty nodded in agreement.

"Well, Captain, I had suspected something for some time," Gibbs started.

"Ah, ever the observant one, you are," Jack said, unimpressed.

"You are a group of nosy meddlers, and Y/N and I decided that we didn't want such prying eyes involved in our affairs, as it were," Jack stated bluntly, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"That's fair," Marty grinned. You looked up at Jack, as relieved as you were, you were also exasperated.

"Weeks! For weeks, we kept this facade up! And now you stroll on in and ruin my hard work," you say, annoyed beyond words.

Jack opened his mouth to utter some witty reply, but you didn't give him the chance. Your lips met his, your arms wrapping around his neck. He gave a little sound of surprise, but he smiled into the kiss.

You weren't sure if you believed in true happiness, but that moment would become the epitome of it for years to come. You would smile fondly at that memory, even when your hair had gone grey and your vision was obscured not by hair or a hat, but by age. But for now, it was the present that overwhelmed you. The man in front of you was more than the present, he was part of your future. And a sweet part, he was.

After a moment, you chanced a peek at the crew out of your peripheral vision, you spotted Pintel covering Ragetti's eyes, causing you to break the kiss out of laughter.

"He's a grown man, Pintel," you gasp out, holding onto Jack while clutching your stomach.

"Excuse me, but 'e's still my nephew, miss L/N," the uncle said defensively. You shot them a wink, and turned back to Jack, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"Cat's out of the bag, miss Y/N," Jack whispered. You rested your forehead against his.

"So it would seem."

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strawberry-nugget · 3 years ago

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𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 | E. Kirishima/ Reader/ K. Bakugo

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: after weeks of Bakugo distancing himself from you and Kirishima you finally get the chance to talk out what happened the other day, one thing leads to another and...

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, thr*esome, oral (f! and m! receiving), double penetration, fingering, p*ssy slapping, dacryphilia, all characters portrayed are over the age of 20

𝘼/𝙉: I'm so sorry this took me so long. I know this is 6.5k with little to no plot but I hope you enjoy this, hehe, thanks for all of the notes and amazing comments on the last one. I'll be reblogging in a few minutes with the tags in those who asked. Also. This is top Kirishima. Top top top top Kirishima.

It's been two weeks now that you and Bakugo exist in different timelines.

He's never home, lost in patrol after patrol, leaving a hot mess behind him in his room, belts, gear, his back up costume messily sprawled across his room -you guess he doesn't have enough time to clean everything up. Still, the rest of the apartment always looks inhabitable, save for the little mess you make in the kitchen when you cook; he never cleans what's supposed to be your task.

You feel yourself growing sadder every day. It's something Kirishima notices and informs you he feels as well, rooted deep in how Bakugo is treating the two of you ever since that night. And the worst part is you can't do anything about it. He doesn't return his phone calls nor does he ever pick up, and by now you've accepted that he purposely avoids being in the house with you. It hurts even more knowing that he and Kirishima see each other at work every day; at least he knows Katsuki is doing okay, though as he reports, he rarely ever talks more than patrol and business.

You only wonder why he acts the way he does, thinking you don't deserve to get ghosted over for what happened. He's your roommate and one of your best friends, whatever made him feel like he has the right to ghost you with such each is not going to go by so easily and you're not willing to wait it out anymore either.

Thus, this Thursday night you call in sick for work and emerge yourself in the bathtub after checking the clock. 7.25pm. It's still an hour until Katsuki is off his shift, which means you have plenty of time to do some self care. Shave your legs, scrub your whole body with your coconut scrub- anything to calm down that put of anxiety that's starting to boil in the pit of your stomach.

You fear for the worst. That Katsuki doesn't want to be your friend anymore, and losing him doesn't sit right with you. Not over just catching him masturbating once.

There's a ton of things you want to say, or ask him. The lingering thought of him liking Kirishima or you digs deep enough into your brain and plants itself there, getting comfortable right next to the thought of him being jealous of your relationship. Could this be it? Could he just be lonely? He never talks about meeting anyone or having sex -that must be it, he's lonely, that's all.

Your bath doesn't last for long because you're nervous and the water runs cold before you have the chance to enjoy yourself. Maybe it's time to start turning the heating on in the apartment and you curse yourself because you have to talk this out with Bakugo as well -fuck its hard to not live on your own when you have to make shared decisions with someone. To your stomach's turbulence dismay you can't get out of talking to Katsuki.

"No, I literally won't tell you where she is Bakugo"

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of the door unlocking and closing again, followed by your boyfriend's familiar voice. You don't make a single movement to exit the bathroom yet- you're frozen, opting to rest on top of the toilet cap until you hear Bakugo's reply, your gut falling into a muddy pit of panic.

"I swear to fucking god if you two are trapping me to talk about it"

Typically of him, he shouts, barking and chewing a few sounds of what he's saying. Kirishima knows he's all bark and no bite though, you're eager to figure out how he'll oppose him.

"She wants to talk to you, you can't just ghost her like that when you live with her" There's a long pause next "and you should have told me that you're in fucking love with her"

"What?" Katsuki exclaims

What?

"You think I'm an idiot? Or that I can't comprehend basic human behavior? I know how people who feel the way you do act"

"What are you even saying Kirishima? That I'm jealous?"

You blink feverously, trying to take in what you're listening to unfold in the other room. You know a part of you has been wishing that this scenario wasn't true.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You should have told me you liked her in the beginning. I would have never made a move"

They bicker back and forth for a few minutes; Katsuki accusing and Eijiro defending, then switching back and forth before going silent. It's then that you think you should emerge from the bathroom. It feels wrong to not be part of this conversation when you're the reason for their bickering, but at this point the guilt in your stomach is rotting and polluting your insides.

With a sigh, you turn the doorknob and inhale deeply. You tell yourself you can do this. You have to do this, yet your eyes are filled with hot and salty tears as you approach the living room.

Both of them eye you simultaneously, pursed lips and hands crossed over their chests; the only relieving thing about this is that they're sitting next to each other on the couch, their calves slightly touching. You know they'll make up again, they always will, but you're scared you won't be able to be part of that make up. Not with the information that's been poured onto you.

"Hi" You whisper and despite being sure both of them heard you, they make no effort to open their mouths and talk back "I uhm" You clear your throat "I heard what you were ah saying"

"Course ya did" Katsuki growls "course ya fucking did"

"Baku- I-"

"Save it! I'm gonna-" He snaps and makes a move to get off the couch, though Eijiro has other plans; he slams him back down with just a push of his hand

The same hand that's extended to you, overlapping Katsuki's chest, wordlessly asking you to join them on the couch. Your heart warms up slightly. Kirishima always does his best to make you feel included, it's no surprise he's smiling at you when you take a seat next to the blond.

"You're not going anywhere Bakugo. And babe, you can speak now"

Though you smile nervously with your lips, your first word falls silent, in awe of a lung filling sigh. Then by the time you gather some thoughts together your chest is shivering and the tears that you managed to drown before are now threatening to spill from your eyes again.

Kirishima is watching you religiously, pouting as you throw your head to the opposite direction of his to let out a small sob. He tightens the grip of his hand around yours and barely notices Bakugo batting his eyes to that direction.

"Hey, no, don't cry"

"I just don't want to lose Bakugo because of this" you sob and Kirishima shoots a killer gaze at the blond, biting the inside of his lip.

"You're not losing anyone idiot" Bakugo says, clearing his throat, giving Kirishima a strained look as well

"Babe, don't worry, Bakugo and I will be fine, you and Bakugo will be fine"

You sob again, wiping a stream of tears that's falling from your eyes and Kirishima wastes no time on cupping your cheek after bullying Bakugo to do the same. A nice change, you think, two hands reaching out for your face, you could almost get used to this.

"Yeah, you're not losing me" Bakugo tries to soothe, though by Kirishima's demand he adds to his words "I- uhh, I might want you but this has nothing to do with us not being friends"

"Yeah?" You sniffle, looking up

"Yeah"

It's too soft how you're cuddled into their arms instantly, pulled on top of them to sit on both of their laps, held tightly in both of their embraces. You coo into their arms for a while, content when Kirishima kisses your cheek and sobbing faintly when Bakugo rubs your back in circles.

"Do you want a beer baby?" Kirishima asks, softly patting your back and kissing your nape as he leaves you clinging onto Bakugo. You nod into the crook of Bakugo's neck in reply and Kirishima smiles from the other side of the couch.

The sound of the fridge opening is timelines away from what's entering your mind. Is it wrong that you like that cuddle too much? And is it even more wrong that you want more? Bakugo feels nice when you're curling up onto his lap and Kirishima adds warmth and love into everything he's touching, you almost feel your thighs clench at the idea of where your mind's traveling to.

"What if we had a threesome?"

It's so faint when it comes out of your mouth that you're convinced there shouldn't be any loud reaction to it, though you hear the can of beer that's presumably in Kirishima's hand hit the floor, you feel Katsuki's hand freeze on your back. Both of them wonder if they've heard correctly, but never asking you to repeat it.

"A uhm.. Threesome?" Kirishima asks "you'd like that?"

"Yes"

You try to hide your face deeper into Bakugo's neck, but he doesn't seem to approve of it- he pushes you back softly, with a thick hand on your stomach and another still on your back. You feel your face burning as you're forced to face him

"You'd really want a threesome?" You nod and Bakugo gulps "Right now?"

"Mhm" You gulp too, your nose almost nuzzling against his "if- if you want to"

The way you're swamped with attention is overwhelming. From the way Kirishima jumps to the edge of the couch towards you, to the way Bakugo lifts you up and stands on his feet, urging you to do the same as your feet land one by one on the carpet underneath you.

"Fuck okay uh, are you fine with it Bakugo?" The redhead asks, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I am."

Kirishima gulps when he sees Bakugo latch onto you, placing his hand on your shoulder and coughing up slightly "Should we set some rules?"

"Yes" Bakugo coughs as well, though you can feel him getting hard to where your thoughts are meeting his "wanna suggest anything?"

"Great uh, maybe no kissing between the two of you, since she's my girlfriend? And Katsuki you're wearing a condom too. Are these fine?"

Both of you gulp and nod. It's natural for Kirishima to ask this. Sharing you out of the blue can't completely sit right with him; it almost flicks a switch on inside your gut, making you gulp again when you feel him hugging you from behind.

"Safeword?" Bakugo asks

"Red" You reply cooing when your back finally hits your boyfriend's chest.

You don't even have enough time to count down seconds before you're pounded and squished between the two of them. It's a miracle that you somehow manage to convince them to move it to the bedroom.

Even if making a small stop at the hall wasn't in your original plan

Kirishima's hands are everlastingly on your waist pulling your back into his chest. He's nibbling on the nape of your neck, his fingers light as feathers as they're peeling your T-shirt off of you. He almost grunts at your exposed back, leaning down just to place a kiss on each of your shoulders before latching onto your ear

"It's fine baby, it's fine if you're embarrassed okay?" He blows into you then takes a bite of your ear lobe to which you shiver as you snap your head to his face. “what? Are you that excited?"

You gulp, nodding with your eyes shutting, an expression on your face that looks almost painful -Bakugo can't help but palm himself, searching Kirishima's carmine eyes with his, waiting for a sign that he should make a move or retreat. Anything that doesn't involve him getting a front row seat to how your chest bounces as Kirishima runs his hands on your torso from behind.

"Fuck, I-" He says, swallowijg his tongue in the process, just when Kirishima's hands change paths, now wiggling underneath your sweatpants.

"Enjoying the show Bakugo?" Kirishima's smiles and fuck- when did he adopt such an attitude? "Come 'ere"

Bakugo does as he's commanded, guided by Kirishima, as he trails your torso with his hands intertwined with his, squeezing your upper hips, trailing your belly button, eyeing you with doe eyes before launching a kiss to your navel. You writhe and wiggle in Kirishima's embrace- the feeling of another man too new, too strange to take in in less than a few moments, but Eijiro's got you, kissing your nape, your cheek, softly playing with your breasts above your bralette. Whispering his praises with his hands across your body.

"Good girl" You're sure he whispers in your ear "I got you" But all you can feel is Katsuki's breath as he's placing open mouthed kisses across your tummy, over the valley of your chest, your cheek.

Kirishima is overly alert by this, jumping in between the little scene, capturing your lips with his, using a hand to push Bakugo into the kiss as well, pulling him in as lips as smeared against lips, your saliva trailing out of your mouth. You instinctively rub your thighs together to relieve some of the burning sensation between your legs

Soon enough, Bakugo is taking off your pants, rhen his shirt, Kirishima's taking his off too, managing not to let you go all while pushing the three of you into the bedroom. There's nothing but a trail of clothing in the hallway that could suggest what's happening inside the room once the door closes shut; three pairs of sweats, three different t-shirts and maybe the white ghost of hot and heavy breathing.

On the bed, it's way more comfortable. Your arching back is finally resting against the pillowy mattress, Kirishima's smile from upside down soothing and forgiving, you almost melt away while he cups your face and bumps his nose to yours, giggling slightly, before glaring at Bakugo. He guides your head into his lap, still holding your cheeks, still rubbing circles onto your soft face, pouting hard before facing your friend.

"You good babe?" He asks you and you nod again, humming a small reply to him "you too Katsuki?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah, I am" He gulps, pumping himself twice.

"You're not getting in without prep by the way"

You writhe in Kirishima's lap, gooey eyes and mouth open wide as he leans to pry your legs open, trailing his middle finger across your clothes slit. Your chest jumps when you hear him chuckle. You know he's struck the gold vein he's searching for, your panties swimming in a puddle, completely damp from getting your neck attacked only a few minutes ago.

Katsuki marvels a finger across your slit as well, avoiding your clit purposely or flicking it occasionally, moaning every time his finger touches the chilly dampness of your underwear.

Kirishima pries your legs open wider, hooking his middle finger under your panties and pulling them over and slightly to the side, flashing the blond with a glimpse of you -you swear you see him gulp. Hard.

"Want a taste?" Kirishima asks, chuckling, as if Bakugo isn't frothing at the mouth at the mention of the action, as if he isn't diving in between your thighs like a starved man.

He almost rips your panties by pulling them to the side. Your hands link through his platinum hair and you almost whine at how soft it feels, or, about the moaning sounds he makes as he's digging his fingers in the plush skin of your thigh, swinging your leg wider. You slide a little further along, laid completely flat on the bed -head still on Kirishima's lap.

Sweetly, Kirishima captures your inner lips with his fingers and circles them around before making you hump on him, his knuckles bumping with Bakugo's nose when he chuckles again. You almost tear up by the over stimulating pressure Kirishima's fingers provide for you, but you decide to hold it in; not sure hitched breath leaves your mouth until Bakugo takes an experimental lick across your slit.

With a thumb presses to your clit he retreats for a second, just to watch as he sinks his middle finger inside of you and -"oh my fucking god Katsuki"- he's back at it again, licking at you religiously. Softly, like Kirishima always does, patiently. Just like you love it.

It has your back arching, chest bouncing for Kirishima's eyes to enjoy. He decides he won't have you hanging, bouncing and thrashing. With two huge palms he cups your breasts, flicking your nipples, massaging you for just enough time to make your heart burn, then he wiggles a finger to the hood of your clit, applying throbbing pressure.

The knot in your stomach is tight, your vision blurry, you're sure what you think is silent moaning is probably full-on screaming, mewling or pleas of pleasure that you can't comprehend.

Kirishima is smiling at you from above, still wiggling his finger on you left and right in Bakugo's business and you can't help it- you yelp, pushing Bakugo's face deeper into you. It feels good- too good, like your legs are nothing but jello, your stomach and thighs feeling like they've transformed into liquid smooth. You mewl in Kirishima's arms, coiling, desperately eyeing him in hopes that he and Katsuki won't stop what they're doing.

"M so close" You slur when Kirishima takes a hand of yours away from Bakugo's hair, softly turning it upside down, until your palm is met with the wetness of his foreskin, the pulsing slit of his that leaks precum into your hand.

He whines -"ohh"- when you wrap your fingers around him, instantly pumping your hand up and down, your grip firm and steady as you twist your wrist with every bob of your hand.

"Suck me off baby" Kirishima softly commands, rubbing an experimental circle with his tip on your lips, smearing some of his precum around your mouth. You gulp at how carelessly he pumps his base, until he pries your lips open.

You take him eagerly into your mouth, feeling your stomach churn and your thighs freezing in place by Bakugos movements; so long as you're steadily sucking Kirishima's cock into your mouth, he scissors his fingers inside of you.

"You like that?" He moans into you, eyeing Kirishima "you twitched- fuck you're twitching"

"Show me how wet she is"

Kirishima commands and Bakugo complies by taking his fingers away from your heat and shining them into Kirishima's face. You whimper but how good it feels when he moans against you, blinking as you watch your boyfriend take your friend's fingers in his mouth, sucking in eagerly, before popping the digits out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva fall faintly onto the valley of your breasts

"Your pussy's s'wet baby, you're dripping all over over Katsuki's hands" Kirishima thrusts in your mouth "you taste so good" then turns his attention to Bakugo "tell 'er, how fucking good she tastes"

Bulky fingers rub on your clit once more and Bakugos hand secures your tummy in place while pinning you down; you feel it then, the inevitable end of what has been building up in your stomach for such a long while and you can't help but scream at the feeling of coming undone. Shaking, struggling to take a breath without popping Kirishima out of your mouth.

"Fucking perfect"

Your vision is white, your head is buzzing and your legs are frozen. You can feel Kirishima fucking into your mouth once, twice and ever so slightly, depending in how relaxed your jaw is as he's moaning. You don't choke when he hits your throat, you simply moan onto him, too blinded by the afterglow of your orgasm to even react to what's about to unfold.

"Fuck- take 'em off- Fuuck" Kirishima says, you notice. Bakugo probably does as he's told; you hear shuffling and grunting, the soft pop of his dick to his stomach. You want to see-

Bakugo, hazed and drenched in you, cups your womanhood with his hand, landing his thumb on your clit and you yelp again, thrassing onto the bed, finally popping Kirishima out of your mouth. He tugs and drags his fingers away- he's opening you up, of course, that's it- and you can't help but roam your eyes all over him. Searching for his cock, wanting to see it dive inevitably into you.

It's unfair that Kirishima has a better view than you do, but at least, you hope he enjoys the view. You buck your hips forward when you feel Katsukis thighs grace against your own. His skin is unbelievably cold, making the hair on your legs and tummy raise; a tear rolls down your cheek then the moment the tip of his cock touches your clit.

"We've got- ah- condoms in the first drawer. On your left" Kirishima says cheerfully, bucking his hips away from your face, kneeling just to place a kiss on your forehead- your nose- your lips, finally bumping the tip of his nose to yours when he sucks your inner lip into his mouth

"You liked that baby?" Kirishima breathes "You liked Bakugo eating you out?"

"Mhm" You nod, not wanting to break away from the kiss, unlike Kirishima

You can hear Katsuki cursing, slamming the drawer shut as he fidgets with the condom. Everything seems slow, from the way his thick fingers can't grasp the tiny edges of the wrapper, to him finding out what's the right side to put it on -he grunts, inevitably- stealing giggles from both you and Kirishima

"Ah man, you're struggling, come 'ere let me help"

Bakugo grunts once again, although this time it's not out of frustration. Kirishima playfully pulls him close, places a kiss on his navel and extends his hand underneath Bakugo's, politely asking for the condom -you know his lips are pressed into a goofy smiley line right now just by the way his body moves.

Kirishima lets your cheek rest on his thigh when he moves to grab Katsuki's cock, to roll the condom on him while twisting his fist on him no more than twice -unfair- before playfully slapping the blond's ass, urging him to climb onto the bed again.

It's then that your hips are jerked and raised towards the blond, huge palms on your hips, pulling you towards him. Nervous touches, unspoken apologies for potentially harsh movements, his eyes are flickering into yours and his lips are all pouty, scrunched, his cheeks plump with embarrassment. He doesn't know if you notice, nor does he think he ever will, but it's killing him -that he's only allowed to line himself up with you under this circumstance.

Whether you notice the hurt in his eyes or not, you don't comment on it, nor do you spare him any worried look. He doesn't even know if he wants you to take pity on this state of his.

No.

No, he doesn't.

He only hopes Kirishima won't get mad when he cups your face tenderly, nor when he traps your face with his other hand caging you away from the redhead thigh -it's for better leverage he'll say if he's asked to- but you melt into his touch.

And his chest burns.

It's worse when he finally pushes into you. His heart won't stop beating hard and fast and he's scared he's going to have a fall. No-no- he shouldn't think about it, if he does think about it, he'll definitely have a fall.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," You murmur, feeling the voice come from the depths of your chest.

That's the only confirmation he needs to ignite his ego and light it on fire. You feel good, you're sucking him in deeper and your cheek is still melting into his palm. It's more than enough; he ignores Kirishima's gaze and whatever it may carry behind it. It's for his own sanity he reminds himself.

"You're doing so good babe,'' Kirishima asks you, cupping your other cheek. He's smiling- no need to worry about him not having a positive reaction to Bakugo caressing you

(The rules that had been presented to him were simple- wear a condom and no kissing)

"You're taking it so well, isn't she Katsuki?"

"Fuck yeah" He grunts, thrusting harder

"So, so well baby, we'll make sure you get to come first okay?" You ogle your eyes at Kirishima, teary and soft by his words, clapping your lips together and pouting, begging him silently for a kiss. Only to feel the void when his soft lips don't come in contact with yours

"Oh no, no kiss for baby. You're so naughty, wanting me to kiss you when you're getting fucked by our friend"

"What?" You whine, popping on to your left elbow "Eiji- i want my kiss"

"None can do" He smiles and Bakugo snaps his hips into you "unless you earn it"

Your stomach is tied in a knot again, gummy walls tightening around Bakugo, back arching. It's almost painful to watch you sprawled like this underneath him, reacting in peak with the rhythm of his hips, begging him to go faster, harder. At one point, he's losing himself in the speed he's fucking you with, feeling like he's about to combust from inside out is not helping either

-He thinks, he'll be spent for days after this-

It's guttural, the way you feel as Bakugo thrusts inside of you, the way you mewl and twitch and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You feel full, so much that you mutter it, slurred and incomprehensibly at Kirishima. It's more than enough for him to rub your chin with his thumb and buck his hips on your face again. You take him eagerly, smiling with your lips when he lands on your tongue. You swirl it around, pump him deeper into your mouth, suck on his tip until he moans in sync with you.

"Bakugoo" He hisses, biting his lip as he's eyeing you "don't chase your own satisfaction! Go slower and rub her clit too" He takes Bakugos hand away from your face, tracing it down your body before landing on your heat, pinching your clit softly making you moan "ah so responsive"

For a while he doesn't move his hand away, focused on guiding Bakugo's fingers on you, teaching him how to make you feel good while he's fucking and you're on fire, gut churning and chest tight, ovestimulated by how good it all feels. You can't even take a proper breath as Kirishima humps deeper into your mouth. He groans too loud when his tip hits your cheek.

You know this is too much for him, you know he can't hold back any longer, but you grab onto his shaft and twirl your grin on his base, bobbing it into your cheek and popping it out before swallowing it again.

And while Bakugo's thrusts are becoming desperate, Kirishima bursts into your mouth, holding your hair softly, pulling you closer to you- closer, closer, until your nose hits his navel, biting on his cheeks and squinting his eyes so he won't shut them, drunk on the view of you overflowing with his come. He only grubs your chin, swiping his thumb on the white trail that's spilling from the corner of your lips, trying his best to smirk at you without taking a breath.

"Swallow it sweetheart -ah- that's right, you're so -fuck- perfect for me"

Your lower stomach is protesting, bursting slowly as Bakugo is thrusting faster into you. His speed, him hitting that spot in your gut repeatedly, creating the perfect feeling of numbness, it's all too much and not enough all at once, you want to cry out- you gush and you writhe as your legs hook around Bakugo's waist.

Your boyfriend retreats from his previous position, smiling as ever, petting Bakugo's blonde hair, massaging your breast, kissing your nipple, then attacking your upper chest, trapping supple skin in between his tongue and teeth, dragging Bakugo along with him. It's what ultimately leads Bakugo over the edge, his tip feeling numb, blood rushing all over his body, he thrusts a few more times before he pulls out, spilling his own satisfaction into the condom, feeling his heart race faster than ever before.

"Your doing sooo good" Kirishima says once more, pecking your lips repeatedly. "Wanna ride me? Or are you tired? "

"Fuck no, lay down"

"That's my girl" He smiles "Katsuki, come here"

Kirishima rubs your wetness up and down, grunting when he finds your clit, grazing it with the back of his hand, whispering about how wet you are, to which you respond by hugging your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You only pull back when he lets you coo into him by petting your hair softly.

You're instantly met with Bakugo's eyes blazing into yours from above- it's not intimidating, rather, it's lustful, but you still need some time to pull yourself back, despite the eagerness in his eyes. You must have missed the point where he discarded his condom, or just how thick he actually is, because he's standing hard and proud before you, nervously searching for Kirishima's approval.

Your boyfriend's approval comes with gripping on him and easing him close to you. You take him in both of your hands, relying on Kirishima to keep your torso lifted, focusing on twisting your hand around him in the same way you did for Eijiro. Too bad you almost lose grip when He snaps his hips into you.

You can feel Katsuki's dick twitch into your hands as you pull him down lower, getting your tongue out of your mouth to place kitten lips all over his length. Eijiro mimics you, licking the tip when you're not licking the base, letting you take control when he ceases his movements for a bit, to lift both of you a little higher, so you don't have to bend your neck as much. He strokes some sweaty strands of hair away from your face, he kisses your cheek and Bakugo is already thrusting into your mouth feverously.

"Fuck"

"You're so wet baby, you feel like you could take us both" You yelp, wide eyes as you freeze on the spot "want to take us both?"

"I do" You yelp with tears in your eyes "I do I do, I do I do"

"Oh, look at you being so desperate, want to get -ah- wrecked, don't you?"

"I do Eiji- you cry out

"Then ask Katsuki to take you too, ask him to shove his cock into you while I'm fucking you too, like the greedy little thing you are"

At this point, you think poor Bakugo isn't going to make it to the end of this.

"Katsu" You plead, watery eyes staring into desperate carmine ones "Katsu fuck me while Eiji fucking me too-"

"Say please" Kirishima interrupts, pinching your nipple "or I'm not going to let him"

"Please, pleaseplease, please"

"Fuck yeah" Katsuki replies "ill fucking wreck you" The sounds he's making are supposed to be words, though they're far from being clear and understandable, his veins are pulsing into your mouth. He's too excited for this, so excited that you know he'll never make it to the drawer to reach for a new condom. So Kirishima is doing it for him, hooking the little rubber between his fingers as he's opening the drawer.

"Come on baby, pull back" He taps on your shoulder and places a kiss on your collar bone, thrusting deeper into you this time. The reaction is immediate, you're throwing your head back in seconds and Bakugo whines at the sudden departure of your warm mouth.

Kirishima allows you to kiss his thighs, his tip, his navel, to squeeze the small of his back and his ass before letting you wear the condom onto him.

You lose track of Bakugo until you feel wet kisses being planted on your thighs and ass, the back of your knees. You feel his hand being placed on your thigh, the warmth of his palm as he's soothingly rubbing it up and down your skin, to prepare you, raising his thumb to graze at your crotch occasionally. You whine every time he thumbs your clit, or flicks it when it meets with Kirishima's navel.

"You good? I'll start with my fingers" You choke on the sound of his words and nod frantically. If only you could actually watch him when he delves his middle finger in you along with Eijiro's cock. Still you whine loudly, when another finger joins the first one, slowly scissoring inside of you "fuck you're gonna take it so well aren't you? Kirishima's right. You love this"

"Answer him," Kirishima whispers, teeth biting down in your lobe. He grabs your face, trapping your cheeks between his fingers, turning you in Katsuki's direction, pushing your cheeks together. You swallow when you see the blind focused on watching you stretch.

"I love it

But Eijiro isn't satisfied with how you're trying to make your words get past from your lips

"Say it like you mean it doll, or I won't let your friend put it in"

You eye him dangerously, putting your lips even further before muttering a soft 'fine' -your redhead doesn't make a comment on your little attitude, probably because he's gotten what he's wanted from you- and Katsuki hisses, fisting his cock faster.

"I love it so much Katsuh"

"And Eiji- you mean. It's not only him that's here" Kirishima smirks and this time he pulls out of you, flipping your body so that your back is facing him. One hand comes to your wetness, spreading your lips apart, stretching you wide open "Try again" He lets go just for a moment, to slap your clit loosely. Once. Twice. Never ceasing when you whine. Your hips buck up towards Katsuki.

"Look at how nice I am, I even gave you a full view. Am I not?"

"You are Eiji. You're the best, the best. And I love this so much, I'm going to combust"

"Oh you will?" Katsuki interrupts, grunting when Kirishima pulls his dick closer to you, rubbing the head on your clit until Katsuki gets the hint. You let out a guttural groan at the feeling, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes from being too overstimulated for so long

"Yes baby, I will, just please"

"M going in-" Katsuki announces, earning a nod from Kirishima "If he won't let you come, then we don't listen to him 'kay?"

Kirishima chuckles at the one and bites the top of your ears dragging his tongue to the base of it- a warning- to not try and agree with what Katsuki's offering. And being obedient definitely pays off when you feel your boyfriend's head poke against your entrance.

It feels splitting and painful all at once; the tears in your eyes are pouring, and none of the caresses you're receiving is helping. You need time to adjust and both men provide that for you. Minutes pass spent with soft kisses. Kirishima sucking your neck and Bakugo kissing your breasts, the three of you making out- anything until you feel like you can get used to them.

And when you do, they go slow, each at their own pace, simultaneously hitting spots that you don't know could or should ever be hit at the same time.

"You good?" Both men ask and you have to gulp that frog that sits at the top of your mouth if you want to talk, but you can't. Your throat is too tight, your eyes are too watery

"Babe"

"Better than I thought I'd be actually"

You get lost in the haze of their hips, their thrusts and you can already feel Katsuki collapsing onto you, chasing his own pit of pleasure when it hits you. Your gut coming undone for the last time has your heart leaping and skipping beats; you hook your arm around Katsuki's neck, jumping up and down from how fast both men are thrusting into you and you bring your face to his, cooling your mouths together.

When he feels you clamp down on him -and Kirishima- he pulls out, rolls the condom off and strokes himself slightly. You whine at the sudden departure of him inside of you but you quickly clamp down on just your boyfriend, before feeling him shifting from underneath you, finally pushing down the small of your back. You take Katsuki into your mouth while Kirishima slaps your ass, thrusting fast and hard into you.

There's no sweet talk right now, authority and intimidation hiding away as satisfaction is being chased. Sloppily and not carefully at all. It's evident in how you're sucking Katsuki off. There's no consistency in your rhythm, you're squirming as Kirishima is slowing down before picking up his pace again, running his hands through your hair affectionately. When he comes, he coats your insides in white ropes of pleasure, riding off his orgasm softly, until he feels himself stop twitching.

By the time he pulls out you've made Katsuki come as well, hearing his high pitched grunts as he lets it all out in your mouth. Although this time you're not overwhelmed with the amount; it's his second round nonetheless.

Katsuki's hands don't cease to take this chance, even if they're awkward and shaking he's grabbing your cheeks squishing them just like Kirishima did a while ago and kisses you, poking his tongue in your mouth, moaning at his own taste, pulling your lips under his teeth.

You know your lips will be bruised by this. And you don't care. Because when he pulls back, Kirishima is kissing you as well, pulling you into his arms, caging you into his chest.

You even smile as tiny, peppery kisses are pressed onto your skin.

"You did so well" Kirishima smiles "you too Katsu, you both were amazing"

Katsuki smiles, popping onto the bed as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself onto you and Kirishima. He nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck and for the first time in a while he feels warm, content, calm and collected. Or so you think by the kiss that's planted onto your back by him.

It's tender and soft, mimicking Kirishima's but feeling nothing like your boyfriend's kisses at the same time. You collapse further into Kirishima's chest and he kisses the top of your hair and your cheek, mellowy.

"Wanna take a bath?" He suggests under his breath and both you and Katsuki nod, sinking further in the sheets with heavy eyes. Maybe when your feet won't feel like they'll betray you, you'll get up and have a warm bath, sandwiched between Katsuki and Eijiro, smothered in kisses, lathered in lavender soap, maybe you'll make a cup of chamomile for the three of of you and cuddle between them before you go to sleep.

Until then…

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