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Hey btw this is a pro mary sue/"cringy" oc blog. You're creating! You're having fun! That's all that matters and I'm proud of you.

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Of all the fates in this world, you had never considered yours would be so gruesome as this: tied to a pole in the heart of a camp of monsters, alone and terrified. 

Uruks walked by often, sometimes laughing at you, sometimes sniffing at you or poking at you with their weapons, and other times blissfully ignoring you altogether. The smaller ones were the worst, stopping frequently to sniff at your hair or, worse, your neck, saying things about how delicious you smell (whether they meant for eating or for more revolting purposes, you dare not try to solve). The largest ones, the ones that looked like trolls but could still walk in the sunlight… they rarely even looked at you, and never stopped to sniff or laugh or poke you.

Except this one.

“Reckon you wish you were pretty much anywhere else right now, eh Tark?”

The gigantic troll-or leaned against a massive stack of barrels with its arms crossed as it looked at you. With three scratches across its right cheek and large fangs, it looked more intimidating than every other orc you’d seen so far… even the one that had nearly salivated all over you while pinching your arms and thighs. The troll-orc pushed off of the barrels and walked towards you, and in spite of the stories you’d grown up with describing orcs as dull, violent creatures, you couldn’t help but feel like it was… studying you. It stopped a few feet away and crouched, one massive hand cradling his chin in a mocking facsimile of a thinking Man.

“What? Of all the screamin’ humans, did we manage to get the only one that’s mute? Bloody shame, that.. I do like the way you lot scream.”

You can’t help the defiance in your eyes as you glare at it-- prisoner or not, you were brought up with pride and spirit, and you were not going to die like a frightened rabbit in a trap. Unfortunately, it seemed the troll-orc was amused by your show of anger. It chuckled, a sound that you could feel in your own chest at this range. Its breath smelled a different sort of foul than the others, less like fermentation and more like old blood, and up close you were able to see amusement in his eyes. It was cold, and cruel, but it was familiar… almost human.

Almost.

“Name’s Brȗz… you know what a name is, don’tcha? Got one I can use, or do you prefer nicknames?” When you didn’t answer, he rolled his eyes and kept talking: “Tark’s pretty basic… could call you Meat. Or Lunch. Bit late for lunch though…” He watched you as he spoke, like he was looking for a reaction.

“Maybe I should call you Slave. Be the best outcome you could hope for… or maybe the worst. Depends if you think livin’ in all this would be better than if I just popped yer head off now.”

This time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper in the back of your throat. Brȗz-- the troll-orc’s eyes flashed, and its grin widened to show off even more of its sharp, uneven teeth.

“Well now… guess you can make some noise after all, ‘ey? Now that the ghȗl’s outta the sack, maybe you wanna have talk with ol’ Brȗz. Better way to pass the time than just pretendin’ your knees don’t ache.”

You glare up at the troll-orc, refusing to back down or appear any weaker than you already had. Resentment bubbled up in your chest, and you clenched your jaw before speaking.

“I’d rather die than make small talk with Uruk-hai.”

The troll-orc laughed, this time much more of a single sharp sound than the bouncing rumble of before. “Uruk-hai? Nah, mate, I’m not one a’ those shrakhs. I’m an Olog! Better, brighter, bigger all ‘round…” He even had the gall to wink at you on that last part, and you felt the bile rise in your throat. He stood, and at this much closer distance you could tell that he was, in fact, bigger than every other orc you’d seen in this encampment. His hands alone were big enough to hold one of you in each, fingers each as big around as your arms; his legs were like solid trees, his torso thick and wide and covered in small scars. You couldn’t help but notice the way he moved: languid, confident, relaxed-- a predator watching prey go by and knowing that at some later date, he would be well fed. 

“Even still, my question stands: why would I want to talk with you?”

The troll-orc-- Olog-- grinned. “If memory serves, you never asked me a question… you just said you’d rather die than talk. And even if you had asked, I already gave ya an answer: passin’ time.” He stroked his chin again, and this time you knew he really was thinking. “Then again… could be better things to do with your time, right? Like escapin’... or prayin’. Maybe you could figure out how to bring world peace while you’re sittin’ there on your knees!”

“Fine! What is it you want? I doubt you have any real interest in conversation, so what are you truly after?” 

Perhaps that was the moment you should have realized your mistake. The Olog’s grin widened, going from mild amusement to nearly sickening wicked pleasure.

“Oh, nothin’ much, I get pretty much everythin’ I want ‘round here on account of bein’ the biggest, baddest Olog around! You know what’s a more interestin’ question though?” You could smell its breath again, and it took everything in you not to gag when it leaned down and spoke to you in a low, rumbling tone.

“I wanna know what you want.”

This was the second moment you had to try and steer yourself away from disaster… and this time, it was easy to see. But the temptation was too much, and even if you knew you didn’t have a chance in hell to succeed, you had no reason not to say it… right?

“Simple, Olog… I want my freedom.”

“Oh, simple indeed, innit?” He replied easily, obviously expecting your answer. “I mean, all I’d have to do is go ‘round behind ya, and untie those ropes, and you’d be off on your merry little way across Mordor and back home!” Your stomach dropped as he spoke, you hadn’t realized just how much the idea of escape was going to affect you, even though you knew it was never going to happen. And the way he treated it so casually, like he was telling children a bedtime story, made your heart ache for the fields and forests you knew so well before being dragged kicking and screaming into a world you didn’t know. And the Olog, damn him, he could tell-- you knew he could tell, the way he was looking at you like you were pathetic, like you were an animal, like you were prey.

Like you were his prey.

“Well, well, well… been almost a week since you got grabbed, and at least a day on the ground there, and you know what? Reckon this is the first time I’ve seen you look so down, Slave. As much as I like watching the life fade from you Tarks’ eyes, seein’ it while you’re still breathin’... actually, I kinda like it. But I tell you what, I’m already in a good enough mood without watchin’ ya lose all hope. So how’s about I let ya out?”

The shock must have been evident on your face, had to have been, because his gaze sharpened and his grin widened on one side, and he made a noise at you that you could only describe as some fucked-up kind of purring.

“Bet you’d like that, hey? Ol’ Brȗzie lets ya out, you go free… might even make it home if you’re smart about it. Bet you’d be real grateful if I untied those ropes and watched you run off into the sunset.”

“You’re toying with me, orc… I know your kind are cruel, but if you only came here to torture me, I’m afraid you’ll be getting no more satisfaction from me today.”

“Wouldn’t be too sure about that, Slave… after all, I never said I wouldn’t do it. Just said you’d probably be grateful if I did. Might even wanna give me somethin’ nice for my trouble.”

You grit your teeth, angry now at the Olog’s nonchalance. “Perhaps, if you actually did release me, I would be compelled to give you some kind of reward.” You spit the words like venom, and in the next instant you would finally realize how fucked your situation truly was. 

“Yeah? And what will you do for me, if I loosen those ropes a little?”

Your stomach drops once again as you look at him. He’s grinning. Its grinning. When did it become a he? Why did you get the sense that he wanted something from you that you would regret giving? Why did it seem like it wanted to-- to--

“Anything.”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. There is a moment where you look at the Olog-- Brȗz-- and you can feel regret and shame washing over you. It feels like a dozen lifetimes pass in the less than a second it takes for Brȗz to reply to you, but when he does, your cheeks heat and you swallow back a whimper of fear.

“Then let’s get some slack in those ropes, eh Slave?”

#bruz x reader #bruz the chopper #shadow of war #mordor #making good on my threat to fill this tag singlehandedly if necessary #because bruz deserved better! and still does! #also if people as I might make part 2s or post these bits + spicy continuation to here or to ao3 #for now this is just me practicing fro other stuff as well as giving my boy the recognition he deserves

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i’m replaying ocarina of time

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~ Kink Dialogue Prompts ~

🌶️ some dialogue prompts inspired by various kinks/roleplay scenarios (kinks listed, but hopefully the prompts are generic enough to fit other scenarios etc! also i fear these skew a little rough but i literally cannot help it) 🌶️

🎭 - general roleplay: "are you ready to indulge? hopefully you'll pretend to be the kind of person who would let me do filthy things to you"

🧸 - objectification: "that's it, your only job is to lay there quietly and take it. you're mine to use"

👠 - heels: "those are very nice. put your foot up here on my leg so i can get a better look. don't be afraid to dig the heel in, either"

🐄 - breeding: "oh, i know you're tired but you're my best stock, and we can't stop until you're completely filled up"

🔓 - exhibitionism: "let them see your pretty face. show them how much of me you can take"

📁 - boss/assistant roleplay: "it's your job to assist me, so why don't you start by unbuckling my belt and getting to work"

👀 - public: "i don't care if they're watching. let them. let's put on a show for them"

🌡️ - temperature: "is that too hot/too cold? do you want me to stop? or do you like the way it tingles?"

⬆️ - size kink: "you're doing such a good job at taking me. i don't quite fit, but it feels amazing"

🪟 - voyeurism: "just pretend i'm not here, touch yourself like you do when you're alone and i'll sit quietly and watch"

🧦 - stockings/nylon: "what if i just slipped my finger in this little tear in the nylon here and... oops, would you look at that. now there's enough room for more than my finger."

💬 - degradation: "absolutely pathetic. you're only good for one thing, and that's the desperate, aching, whole you provide. now, open it wide for me like a good whore."

👄 - breath play/choking: "can you breathe? well then i'm not pressing tight enough"

🪢 - rope/bondage: "and what will you do for me, if i loosen those ropes up a little?"

🥾 - crushing/stepping: "no, no, seriously. put all of your weight on me. step on me, make me feel like nothing under you"

🗝️ - spreader: "look at you, with your legs spread apart by the bar like that you can't hide how wet/hard you are"

👙 - lingerie: "can you do a little twirl for me? i bet you look just as good without any of that on though"

🥇 - first time: "it's a new experience, sure. but don't worry, i'll guide you through it"

🥒 - pegging/strap-sex: "if it's too cold to go inside of you, why don't you get down on your knees and warm it up"

🔴 - humiliation: "you should be ashamed of how easy it was to get you all flustered like that. tell me, is any other part of you blushing red?"

💥 - hero/villain roleplay: "yell all you want, there's no hero coming to save you. you might as well get very comfortable"

👑 - sub/dom: "get down on your knees and put your mouth right there. and when i tell you to cum, you better scream for me."

🔒 - discipline: "that was very, very bad of you. i thought i'd taught you better than that? get on your knees so we can correct this behaviour"

💣 - corruption: "and you said you'd never be caught dead doing anything like this. sounded like you were very much alive and enjoying it though"

💛 - piss kink: "lie there while i stand over you and get you all warm and wet. i know you like this, being put in your place. you're only good enough for me to piss on"

👔 - daddy kink: "come over here and grind on daddy's thigh, you can get him as wet as you want"

🥛 - mommy kink: "aw, poor baby! do you want mommy to make it better? tell her what she can do for you. i'll do whatever you want"

👍 - praise: "you're so good, and so beautiful. i don't know how i managed to find someone who could take me so well and look so amazing doing it"

🩸- blood/marking: "you're bleeding... no, don't clean it up. let me taste it on you. smear it on me, mark me as yours"

🫱 - hands/fingers: "do you like it when i stretch your mouth with my fingers? do you want to suck on them? or would you rather something rougher?"

💞 - enthusiastic cuckolding: "look at me while (they) fuck you, i want to see how good it feels for you. describe it to me. tell me you like how (they) feel"

🖤 - degrading cuckolding: "(they) feel so much better than you do. can you tell how good (they) feel? get closer and take a better look"

⛔ - cnc: "the more you scream, the more i like it. it wouldn't be worth it if you didn't put up a fight. i want you begging and screaming, don't you get that?"

💭 - hypnotism/dubcon: "just relax, let yourself fall into it. it's all coming from your subconscious. anything you do is probably something you've dreamt desperately about doing"

🩺 - doctor/nurse/patient roleplay: "please, lie back on the bed and take a deep breath. let the doctor/nurse take care of you now. whatever is wrong, i'm sure i can cure it"

🔪 - knife/marking: "does it scare you? or does the threat excite you? perhaps i'll carve your answer into your skin as a reminder of how i made you feel"

💗 - aftercare: "i'll never get over how amazing you feel. how are you? was everything ok? can i get you anything? please, let me reward you for your talents"

✏️ - marking/biting: "this way, whenever anyone looks at you, they'll know you belong to someone"

🐔 - cbt: "once i'm done seeing you squirm in pain, i have a pretty little cock cage for you to lock yourself into. can't have too much fun, after all"

⏰ - 24/7: "are you sure you want to commit to being mine? i can be a very cruel master, if the mood takes me"

💢 - edging: "oh, oh, oh. i'm sorry to be a tease. but you need to calm down before we start again. i want you to be throbbing, weeping, begging for release"

🏓 - spanking/impact play: "bend over and stick your ass in the air for me. now brace yourself. i'm not going to go easy on you"

💉 - needles/medical: "do you need to look away? or do you want to watch the needle disappearing into your skin? shall we administer another injection then?"

🕯️ - wax: "i'm going to let it drip gently down your sternum, then we'll work our way back up to your nipples. i can't wait to see your lips curl up into that devious little smile"

🪞 - mirrors: "take a look in the mirror and tell me what you see? is it someone who is satisfied? or is it a desperate whore that wants more?"

🍆 - face fucking/rough oral: "i want you to gag on me. i want you covered in drool and choking for breath around my cock"

👅 - clean up/cuckoldery: "get down there and clean up the mess. i want every bit licked off and swallowed"

🚫 - orgasm denial: "have some self-control! if you even so much as look like you're about to orgasm, i'm going to withold any physical contact for a week. and don't bother pouting about it"

🪑 - face-sitting: "i want you to use me. ride my face like i'm a toy. i want you to smother me between your cheeks/thighs and don't stop until i go limp"

⛓️ - punishment/impact play: "do you want a whip or paddle? and choose wisely. i don't want to hear any whimpering from you"

📚 - professor/college student roleplay: "what other lessons do you think i could teach you? what would you like me to show you?"

🌱 - virginity: "let me guide you through this. i'll be gentle, unless you tell me otherwise"

🪶 - tickling: "we'll start with the feathers, and once you're twitching with every touch, i'll let you see what my fingers can do"

💋 - worship: "get on your knees and tell me how amazing i am"

#somebody ask me for bnha characters or maybe bruz #I have some reservations about some of these bu tbh i would rather risk asking than not try and get somenthing out that folks want #knock yourselves out! it also helps me tell how many of my followers might be real and how many are just inflating my ego for no reason

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After Talion gives the fort to some other Orc, Brûz becomes… well, insecure isn't the word for it. He knows he's better than the other guy, the one following Talion for less time and who doesn't even help Talion to secure the damn fort. He knows he's stronger, smarter, and more vicious. It's not insecurity that drives this need, this hunger in him.

It's rage.

It's a cool rage when he allows himself to return to you, having gone to rip arms and legs and heads off some pitiful Uruks to be calm enough to avoid hurting you, but it is rage nonetheless. As he enters your shared room in the fortress, the one where you stay as a treasured pet to the Olog, you can see the rage hiding in his eyes as he says “Get on your knees and tell me how amazing I am.”

You scramble to the floor as quickly as you can, bowing your head to him as he walks towards you slowly.

“You’re the strongest pit fighter in Mordor, the most cunning Olog ever to be taken from the vats—” Your voice trembles as you speak, then cuts off entirely when he lets out a disappointed hum from so far above you. You feel his large fingers wrap around your body, lifting you into the air with so little effort, like a doll.

“Sorry Toots, not the praise I'm lookin’ for.”

You gulp, looking down at him now as he holds you above his head, arms pinned to your sides and legs dangling. His lips are parted slightly, fangs gleaming in the torchlight in the room as his breath comes in slow, steady growls; his jaw is set, the look in his eyes holds no joy or warmth tonight— at least, not right now. He lowers you towards his face, and you whimper.

“Brûz… you're better than every other Uruk, every other being in Middle-Earth.” Your voice is soft, reverent when you speak to him. “You have more strength than this world has seen, and you are cunning and clever and… and perfect. Nothing compares to you.” A deep breath passes your lips, and he squeezes your torso ever-so-slightly more as you exhale, restricting the next breath you take to deliver what you know he's really looking for:

“You're no mere Olog-hai… you are a god.”

The entire room rumbles with the sound of his purr (who knew Uruks purred? Or perhaps it was only Ologs, perhaps the trolls from which they came could purr as well). Brûz releases his grip just as slightly as he had tightened it, and you take a deep breath to enjoy oxygen while you still can. He brings you closer to his face, level with him now instead of dangling from above, and grins.

“Now that's what I like to hear, Babe… now take care o’ me like one.”

#brûz the chopper #brûz x reader #bruz the chopper #bruz x reader #shadow of war #stole the prompt from an ask game. yes i will be doing more of these. #i will singlehandedly fill this tag if i must or so help me i will die trying (:

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I wanna write Yandere Bruz and Yandere Ratbag with the reader but like... I'm kinda dry on ideas... I'll type what I have in case later I get inspired...

Yandere Ratbag the Coward:

Stalker-ish yandere. He watches you a lot from afar. He isn't always the sneakiest but sometimes he leaves you presents and you chalk it up to him being shy.

What presents? Things he hunted (mostly dead rats, though he occasionally gets you rabbits and little birds), shiny rocks, the ears of stronger Uruks he totally killed on his own (aren't you impressed?), weapons also scavenged from those he totally killed...

He one time wanted to show you he could be a good mate by taking care of you, so he intentionally poisoned (he is such a genius) one of your meals. Despite his best efforts, he found out he wasn't at all a great medic or caretaker, so he had to beg Talion for help. Don't worry- you'll end up being fine, but the scare was so big that for weeks he hugged you tightly as he sniffed...

He knows he can't protect you but he has a big, strong olog friend AND the Grave Walker, so he definitely bothers them often, asking them to take care of you...

Ratbag may be the reason Talion and Az-Harto/Ranger become yanderes too.

Yandere Bruz the Chopper:

Some have already done some good interpretations for him, I'm not sure I have much to add LOL.

Bruz is definitely a clingy and manipulative yandere.

Like others have said- you must be at the very least in eyesight. He gets very anxious whenever he can't see you. He knows how dangerous Uruks and ologs are! What if another claimed you as theirs? Bruz can't allow that.

He has employed other Uruks to ambush you when you are alone, only for him to come out and save you. That way you'll be more inclined to stay close...

Cuddles. Many, many cuddles. He won't let you sleep alone and he simply can't sleep if you aren't in the safety of his arms.

Gets jealous of everything and everyone. Why are you talking to that coward? He is there! What's with you and the ranger? Isn't he good enough? Why are you sitting in that chair??? His lap is free! etc, etc, etc.

Might "accidentally" touch you inappropriately, "I'm sorry, little one, it's just that my hands are so big and your body is so small!".

Also, he "accidentally" marks you. "I meant to give ya a love nibble- sorry for the bite mark, sorry!" "Oh no, did I leave that bruise? I need to relax my grip, are you in pain? Let me help..." "Wanna spar? I'll be gentle this time.... besides, so far you haven't gotten a single scar! (yet)"

He lies to keep you on his side. "I heard Ratbag saying this", "I saw Talion rummaging through your things", "The Warchief asked Talion if he could keep you as a pet- and Talion said he would consider it! How rude!", "I need to warn you, that orc that asked to chat with you? Has a bet with other orcs on how quickly he can get in your bed..."

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May haps a little Bruz with 🧸??

OMG I CANT BELIEVE I GOT AN ASK ASDASDASDASD YES OF COURSE RIGHT WAY- THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!!

🧸 - objectification: "that's it, your only job is to lay there quietly and take it. you're mine to use"

You didnt specify if you wanted yandere bruz or a gendered reader, so I tried to leave it ambiguous :) Sorry if its too short!

It didnt matter what Bruz did- he always made you feel small. That fact may sound obvious to anyone else, considering he is an Olog and you are a human.

But when he suddenly grabbed you, placed you on a bed and loomed over you... thats when you felt like the smallest, most vulnerable being ever. He practically purred at the sight of you, nervous and trembing as his massive body threatened to crush you if he allowed his weight to squish you. You always went still- something Bruz loved. "Just look at yourself... laying there for me... what is it? are you scared big bad Bruz might squish ya?" He asks with amusement. His hand comes over to caress your cheek lovingly. "You better not move then, you woudnt want me to accidentally lean on you and break your pretty little body..." He leans down to nuzzle against you, his arms dipping the matress under you. he carefully kissed your neck, before gracing his teeth against it.

You coudnt help but shiver and whimper, both in fear and in pleasure, you knew this was a dangerous game- for you. Bruz only chuckled as his other hand went to part your legs, you allowed it, barely resisting, earning another pleased grunt from Bruz. "Thats it. You only job is to lie there quietly and take it." his hand began to massage your privates, his eyes hungry and his breathing getting heavier. "You are mine to use."

#.... listen i fell into an old obsession and NONE of my followers are real anyway im pretty sure #and this. fuckin. Olog...... is hotter than any man

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Shinsou will tell you with a straight face that he doesn’t get jealous but if anyone looks at you for too long he presses a kiss to your neck while making direct eye contact with them

#hmmmnnmmmm i want to be wanted like that. why is my sleepy boy not real. #i tjink he could Fix Me and i want that

[fanboytoy]

My vibe about ships since forever tbh

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You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

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ARCHIVE YOUR FIC ON AO3 FOR ETERNAL GLORY

It physically pains me to see people post awesome fanfiction to tumblr and nowhere else. Tumblr moves so fast! By tomorrow people who didn’t look in a tag at the right moment won’t know it existed. By next week even people who did read it won’t be able to find it back to reread. Finding anything on tumblr via search function is practically a fluke. For all intents and purposes, your hard work has a halflife of about a week at most.

PUT YOUR WORK ON AO3 WHERE IT CAN LIVE ETERNALLY, I BEG YOU

People who come into that fandom in a month, a year, even a decade will be able to find your work!

People can bookmark it!

People can rec it to others!

People can reread it into infinity! (and people like me can do that and comment every time!)

You can get comments & kudos until the endtimes because people will keep finding your work! (seriously I still sometimes get new people finding and loving my work from ~2013)

And best of all, people can SUBSCRIBE to your work so they will get email about new chapters and stories! (I’m seeing people do manual ‘Tag you in the next chapter’ lists and seriously, physical pain, this wheel has already been invented and it is rolling beautifully)

PLEASE LET ME BOOKMARK YOUR FIC I BEG YOU

“But I need an invite for AO3!”

Yes, and the waiting list is currently 2-3 days. That’s hardly worth not doing this for, right?

“But I only read fic, I don’t post it”

here is a post on why having an account just to read fic is also very worth it!

Lately I’ve been the tumblr person who jumps onto people who post cool fic to tumblr and going HEY HAVE YOU POSTED THIS TO AO3, YOU REALLY SHOULD, HIT ME UP FOR AN INVITE CODE and I hereby invite all you fellow fic readers and posters to join me into spreading the good word.

Please reblog this and tag your favourite fandoms and pairings! Spread this post to the people who need to see it! Save great fic from the tumblr void!

[fanboytoy]

I think about the writers who stopped writing because people went after them.

I think about the new reader who got scared off from commenting because they might say the wrong thing.

I think about the artist who was going to dip their toes in, but saw a blacklist posted and debated in the fandom they so recently were excited about.

I think about all the people who would be here with us, writing meta and squeeing and creating and lifting up creators. Who became ghosts, afraid that to speak up is to stick out your neck.

How many stories won't we get to read, how many pieces of art won't take our breath away, how many comments won't be put in notes or on stories that push us through our blocks... because anger and pettiness and jealousy and aggression are so common in fandoms that so many become ghosts before their time, and the ones who stick through it are still healing from their battle scars?

I mourn all the stories I will never see, all the friends I will never make, all the headcanons that will never bring stars to my eyes.

And I hope that all those who went quiet before they could speak will find a place to be safe, so that one day I may hear their voice.

[fanboytoy]

something sexy with demigod Tendou :)

YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU my weakness. he makes me so weak... i was sooo torn on who to pick for him... but i can't get the image of him as the son of dionysus out of my head.

cw: dubcon (his demigod abilities), infidelity (reader is engaged), implications of hypnosis, spit, oral (f!receiving), fingering, overstimulation, light squirting, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), satori kinda gives off a slimy vibe, there is sort of the implication that he's using reader but i imagine that they love each other

satori is the type of demigod whose presence alone is enough to feel the effect of his power. there's something sleepy about him, some hypnotic air he has that gives the impression of madness just past your fingertips. you feel it when he's near, when he lingers in the doorway and speaks to you in that familiar, slippery countenance.

you're betrothed, you shouldn't want him the way you want him, but you do. something about him begs a closeness that you crave so intensely. you find your discipline slipping every time he comes near.

maybe it's his demigod qualities, that air about him that is so reminiscent of his father, or perhaps it's just him. the slick smile, the strange, dream-like features which you find so beautiful, his knowing and low-lidded eyes. his features are pleasant to you, something beyond beauty that toes into ethereal. you find him magnetizing and your good sense leaves you like how it does when you're fevered.

satori kneels in front of you now, peering up at you as he pushes the fabric of your dress up your thighs. his hands slide up the soft flesh with hardly enough pressure to make the skin dip, until his fingers rest at the crux of your thigh and hip. you shudder, swallowing down that hypnotic, drug-like feeling he brings with him.

"come closer," he breathes, warm breath fanning against your knees.

you oblige him, shifting your hips forward so that your lower back rests against the edge of the table and your cunt sits just in front of his face. he smiles at you. it's a slick sort of smile, filled with all the confidence a demigod should have. the light from the candle on the table dances across his features and you instinctively reach to touch the top of his head, lightly pulling him away from where his mouth was about to make contact with you.

"i'm engaged," you say softly, a gentle urge for your sense.

"doesn't matter," satori shakes his head, leaning it against the inside of your knee. "let me touch you."

his fingers dance along the crease of your thigh.

"i'll marry you instead," he promises with a grin.

"liar," you say softly, but there's a fondness to it, something indicative of your connection to him.

satori rises to his feet and steps between your legs. he leans over you and you feel the way the fabric of his pants feel against the flesh of your soft inner thighs. he smiles lightly and tilts your chin up with his hand. satori kisses you.

it's gentle and when you part your lips to let him in, you can taste the faint bitterness of honeyed wine. a soft, comforting flavor on his mouth that lulls you into a familiar sense of inebration. his tongue snakes into your mouth, licking lightly at your own. you whine when he parts from you, almost like he's a drug. a steady drip of nectar from an almost empty cup.

you feel the imbalance of what he does to you. the sense that his god-like abilities make you want him this way. you shiver as he places his palms on your bare thighs again, slowly shoveling up your skirt and sinking back down to his knees.

"you're wet," he says lightly as he looks at you again, his lips curling up.

your face heats violently and you gasp as he presses a finger to your cunt and rubs one quick circle.

his eyes flick back up to you and you find that his are glazed over. you think the look probably mirrors your own and you swallow down guilt as he licks the inside of your thigh before placing a kiss right at the crest of your sex.

satori let's his tongue roam over your clit lightly. it's slow at first, a sleepy sort of exploration that feels good, but not good enough. your breathing picks up as satori lets himself taste you, his honey-like breath dampening the skin of your thighs. you exhale shakily and satori takes that as a cue to continue.

he sucks at you, letting his tongue play with your sensitive clit. it's the first time anyone has touched you this way and you're overwhelmed at the feel of it. slippery pleasure that you can't hold nor control. you shudder.

his fingers tighten their grip on your thighs, making the skin dip, as he picks up his pace on you. his hands hold your thighs apart, squeezing and pinching at the flesh as he gathers you closer, collecting you on his tongue. you whimper, feeling an unfamiliar and steady swell at the base of your stomach.

he hums into you, teasing and sleepy, and as you peer over the fabric of your bunched-up dress, you can make out a smile in his eyes and cheeks. like he's amused by you, by your susceptibility to him. you briefly wonder if you'll ever feel anything like this again. something so hypnotizing and so deeply surreal that it feels dream-like.

you shudder as your stomach tightens, crying out instinctively as a threatening wave of pleasure crests and recedes.

"sh, sh, sh," he hums, sliding his finger into you. "you've never been with anyone before, have you?"

you swallow, furrowing your eyebrows as you shake your head. satori curls his finger up.

"all you have to do is let go, you know?" he says lightly.

satori reaches up and presses lightly on your stomach.

"in here," he says, his finger continuing inside of you. "come on..."

he drags his words out, tempting a mad fever in you that makes your legs shake.

"i-" you choke. he hasn't put his mouth back on you yet and you're teetering precariously at that edge.

"why go without?" he says lightly, kissing the inside of your thigh. "i'm not going to tell anyone. just let go. give in a little."

his voice sounds fevered and his words slur lightly with his own eagerness. you can see the excitement in his eyes. a curious sort of glint that mixes pleasantly with the arousal painted on his face. there's fondness there. somewhere in his expression you can see it. a genuine type of care. his words hit like charmspeak and your whole body begins to tremble as he puts his mouth back onto you.

satori's lips move quicker this time, sucking harshly at your clit as his finger moves inside of you. your thighs twitch and you reach to root your fingers into his hair at the sudden swell of pleasure, knocking over the burning candle. it clamors to the floor before going out and satori laughs a little at the way you don't seem to notice.

it's like you're drunk, high up in some other kind of existence. your head is full of honeyed wine. it's like you can feel your thoughts swishing around, but can make no sense of it.

satori spits on your cunt. vulgar. it's disgusting. you whimper and pull him close to you, your stomach turning and swelling before you hit your climax.

you tilt your head back, pushing satori's face into you as he continues to suck at your clit. it becomes too much too quickly and you cry out in a quick, high pitched burst as you become overstimulated. it hurts in a way that drives you mad. a hedonistic sort of feeling from indulging in too much of a good thing.

satori doesn't stop and your voice comes out hoarse as you plead, meaninglessly, for a quick break. you build again, faster this time. blinding pressure crowds your abdomen and satori groans as you tremble and cum again. liquid spreads across the inside of your thighs, like water, and drips onto the floor. then, he slows the movement of his tongue and your head fills with syrup.

you become quickly exhausted, your knees trembling as you lean against the table and struggle to hold yourself up. satori sits back on his legs before standing up and resuming his position between them, letting you rest some of your weight on him to ease the burden.

he kisses you again without bothering to wipe his mouth. he tastes bitter. he tastes like you and on his breath is that familiar scent of honeyed wine. with all your good sense gone, you can do nothing but kiss him back, pretending that he'll keep good on his word and marry you instead. he really might, after all.

#HELLO HI THIS IS A MASTERPIECE

[fanboytoy]

Being constantly horny for fictional dick is such a hard full time job.

#and it pays like shit (:

[fanboytoy]

“You’re officially in my way.”

Despite his words, Shinso’s hands settle on your waist comfortably, violet eyes boring up into yours, and a lazy smirk on his cheek as you pout your pretty face down at him, arms crossed over your chest. “Something wrong, baby?”

“Don’t baby me,” you grumble, and he pokes his tongue in his cheek to fight back his snarky remark. “You’re in trouble.”

“Oh I am?”

“You absolutely are.” You let out an angry huff of air as behind you, the movie plays on. He wants to, briefly, look over your shoulder and watch the film to piss you off, but he’s more than happy to play the staring game with you. He chuckles and lets his thumbs run over the meat of your hips, “would you like to tell me why I’m in trouble?”

“The fact that you don’t know is absolutely horrid. Kaminari would never treat me so bad.”

Shinso finally lets out a flurry of laughter, and while he sees the smile that wants to crack on your own cheeks, he knows better than to say anything just yet. He’ll let you pout for just a little bit more. “Okay,” he sighs, letting his eyes glaze over you, “before you dump me for our Pikachu, can’t you give me a hint?”

You huff. He blinks patiently.

With gentle hands, you card his purple locks through your fingers, and he mewls and angles his head into. “Feel good, doesn’t it?” He goes to nod, but is cut off by your mumbled “dickhead,” and soft smack to his head.

Now he huffs. And you blink patiently.

“What?”

“You stopped rubbing my head!” You whine petulantly, shoving at his chest. “I came all the way over here to snuggle, and for my kindness and efforts, you stopped giving me affection to scroll on your phone!”

“I thought you fell asleep!”

“Well I clearly didn’t!”

“Yeah, got that!” He tries as hard as he can to fight the smile that wants to spread on his face, but it’s futile as he rubs the spot softly, his lips creaking up. You stifle a laugh of your own, and he grumbles as he pulls his hand away, “if you lay down again, I’ll give you all the affection you want.”

You pout and nudge his chest, “I just want your undivided attention all the time. I feel like that’s not asking for a lot!”

He snickers some more, “you’re right. I should put the entire of my existence on pause when I’m in your company. Which is most of the damn time.”

Now, you smile, and give him a small kiss in compensation, “good. Glad we’re on the same page.”

“Anything for you.”

#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi fluff #shinsou hitoshi x reader #find later for comfort #gods i love this sleepy boy so much #i have a thing for yellow and purple apparently.... as my friend so rudely (lovingly) pointed out to me

[fanboytoy]

Three’s a Sandwich

Fem!reader | Threesome | Slight degradation § Kirishima & Bakugou X Reader

being sandwiched between Kirishima and bakugou would be like literally heaven, both ends being filled by equally big cocks as the both of them time their rhythmic thrusts as one fills your cunt, stretching the soft wet and silky walls and pushing your face onto the cock you’ve got shoved down your throat.

you’re twitching and being pushed between them, barely able to think or move from where they’ve got both sets of hands on your ass and lower back and holding your chin and the other fisted into your hair, brutal thrusts between them, sinful wet smacking bouncing off the walls.

“What a fuckin’ slut” Bakugou groans out, tears filling your eyes, he’s right, you’re such a slut for the way you’re taking both of them, you can’t even remember how you ended up here, you think you had been talking to Kirishima in the hallway asking a question about the assignment..

yet here you are fully naked being impaled by both of their cocks, Bakugou only has his shirt pulled up over his toned abdomen clenched between his teeth as he shoves his cock down your tight throat, his joggers pulled down just under his balls to have his cock out.

Kirishima on the other has his shirt thrown over his shoulder, jeans pushed down to around his middle thighs and has your waist gripped in a bruising grip and he pounds into your cunt from behind, the force of his body slapping his lower abdomen against your spread ass cheeks and he spanks the plush skin with his other hand.

“Definitely such a slut, taking both of our cocks like this”

he’s insulting you and you know it but the way his cock pushes it’s way through your soft silk walls, god you’d be glad to hear it over and over again,

“Look at me you fucking whore” Bakugou growls from above you, chin gripped harshly in his hand, your eyes roll up to look at his face, and it’s fucking sinful and it’s makes your cunt even more impossibly wet as you clench your walls around Kirishima, who in turn growls and lets out a “Fuck”

Ash blonde hair is plastered all over Bakugou’s face, sweat dripping down his face and neck, his eyebrows clenched , and normally you fucking hate him but the way his cock is filling your throat and the way he looks down at you knowing it’s you and your throat he’s looking down like that at, well maybe you can’t seem to hate him anymore, crimson eyes locked onto your face, makes your cunt throb over it.

you’re too wrapped up in the way he looks above you to realize he’s leaning closer to you, pulling your face harshly as much he can without hurting himself, and fucking spits in your face, your face scrunches up and you flinch just a bit and it has you moaning around his length as you struggle for air through your nose, in turn him groaning obscenely at the vibration your throat hums around his cock.

the hand on your waist has dipped down to snake around your stomach to pinch and rub the little bundle of nerves between your plush thighs, you’re shaking and moaning as most you can around Bakugou’s cock as he slows his pace a little bit, your face contorted in overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation at the harsh pace Kirishima rubs his slender fingers over your nerves.

your whole body jolts as he presses into you closer from behind leaning his weight onto your back and brings his other hand around to close up around your throat, making you gag and sputter around the cock in your throat, the pressure from his hand closing your throat even more, making it impossibly plush and tight for Bakugou’s cock, you hear “Oh Fuck, fuck fuuuck” from above you as the cock pulls out of your throat quickly leaving you coughing as gasping for air

your chins pulled up harshly as thick white strings of cum hit your face, eyes squeezing shut quickly as it hits your face in various spots, and from Bakugou’s view, you look just like his favourite kind of painting

as he leans back to catch his breath and admire your face cover in his cum, Kirishima begins an even brutally harsher pace from inside your cunt, your entire body blanketed in his mass, hand still rubbing around your clit, as the other hand still squeezes around your throat making you even dizzier and drunk-feeling from the new amount of air intake and how much is still cut off from entering your lungs,

it’s heaven the way he stretches you like this, so painful but so fucking good, big thick cock filling your cunt like it was made just for your body, hit every single spot and more, your silky walls clentching and throbbing sporadically around his length, his growls and groans above you make your cunt even more wet, the squelching sound overwhelming both your moans.

all it takes to finally push you over the edge is his words in your ear before he bites harshly into the thin skin on the back of your neck

“We fucking own you now you whore, you take our cocks or you take none at all”

it has you screaming as tears fall over your wet cheeks, cunt throbbing and even louder squelching around his thick cock as your liquids push out your cunt around his length and squirting onto the floor below

Kirishima’s moaning into the back of your neck, hips snapping brutally into yours from behind a few more time before he stills and he twitches inside your cunt, filling your plush, soaked walls with his own cum, he groans lowly one more time before he’s resting his forehead onto your neck as he catches his breath, thighs shaking against yours and hands resting on your back as he pulls himself and pulls his spent cock out of your soaked cunt, his cum and your liquids gushing out and down your thighs, as a long digit swipes through your folds from behind,

he whistles, “Oh, We’re definitely keeping you”

[fanboytoy]

the friend that you are

tags: MDNI, smut (DP), afab gn reader (they/them pronouns), kiri x baku x reader, the beginning of a triad probably, eijiro is a grimy little opportunist and we love him for it, dubcon (reader is hit with a sex quirk), there is absolutely no plot here and this now feels like a crack fic to me but no level of cringe will stop me

wc: 2.2k

Eijiro can't think of a time he's ever driven so fast in his life.

but when Bakugou—pro hero Dynamight—texts him "SOS" without any further context, it feels warranted. he can't pull into the driveway fast enough, fighting with the seatbelt for only a second before he's up the walk and through the door—already hardening his skin in anticipation of a threat he's sure exists. he hears a whimper that sounds an awful lot like you, and that has him nearly kicking his best friend's bedroom door down—

"oh," he says, blinking dumbly at the scene before him.

you, nearly folded in half and naked as the day you were born at the end of the bed, split wide open on Katsuki's cock, in tears and babbling with almost no coherency. Katsuki, flushed red from head to toe, who hasn't even looked up to see that there's an intruder in his bedroom. Eijiro takes a step back, already stuttering out a flustered and half conscious apology like he wasn’t just called here—

"wait, Ei—" Katsuki rasps, and it freezes Eijiro in place because he sounds panicked in a way he doesn't recognize, "they got hit with a fuckin' quirk—"

the thrust of his hips punctuates every staggered phrase out of his mouth. "been at this for hours. s'just getting worse—"

Eijiro knows immediately what's being asked of him and can't find it in himself to say a word. the pauses stretches on between them.

“c’mon, Red,” Katsuki is all but begging now, and Eijiro can almost see the way that each second that passes has his friend's heart skipping painfully in his chest. “you have to—just, do something—“

Eijiro feels his own heart drop at the way Katsuki is so visibly in distress—face contorted both in pleasure and genuine fear. his gaze falls to you—flushed with fever, writhing and sweating through the blankets Katsuki had evidently tried to swaddle you in. he doubts you’re even lucid at this point—your stuttered pleas even less coherent than they were only a minute ago. every roll of Katsuki’s hips has you gasping—gulping for air and twisting your body in search of more. against his own morality, Eijiro feels his cock stir in his jeans.

“did you—have they—” he starts hesitantly, unsure how to ask. unsure how to proceed.

“came fuckin’—a lot,” Katsuki grits his teeth, trying to keep his grip on you—trying to keep you still in your search for some pleasure he can’t provide—not on his own. “don’t know what fuckin’ shit quirk this is but i can’t—”

he’s cut off mid sentence by the force of your next orgasm—Eijiro watches the breath get knocked out of him and it looks painful. Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut tight, his whole body rigid as you try to take more than he can give. he doesn’t stop the movement of his hips—doesn’t dare do anything else but bully his way into your slick, swollen heat, but it’s clear that he’s exhausted.

Eijiro sighs, running a hand over his face. it's not as if he's never thought of this—it's not as if he's never fucked his fist to the thought of his best friend fucking you in the private shame of his own room—but this is uncharted territory between the three of you. he decides that that conversation can be had another time—after he’s sure you’ll be alright. after all, it would be antithetical of everything he’s sworn himself to be for him to turn away from you right now.

“alright,” he breathes, reaching for his belt. he rids himself of his pants with urgency, shamefully hard in his briefs. “you’ll have to move. you alright to get underneath?”

Katsuki pulls out of you with a broken, exhausted groan that goes straight to Eijiro’s cock—he tries not to think about it. he sees the blond nod in his peripheral, and watches as he leans over your limp body.

“baby,” he rasps softly, pressing a kiss to your sweat-slicked forehead, “Red’s gonna help me make it better, alright? just a little more for me?”

you whine underneath Katsuki, arching into his affection, and Eijiro has the thought that he ought to look away from such intimacy, but he doesn't. you're rolled you to your side so the blond can slide in next to you, and then he pulls you up until you’re draped across his chest. Katsuki’s feet stay planted on the floor and with the way that you’re spread open over his thighs, Eijiro can see everything. he feels downright grimy for the way he cannot look away from the slick that drools from your abused little hole and disappears down the curve of your ass, nor from the way Katsuki’s cock still shines with it—rock hard and nearly purple with the strain of trying to keep his own orgasm at bay, cradled between your cheeks. he fights the urge to brush his thumb through the arousal that’s collected at the tip.

“how—do you want to—”

“just fuckin'—put it in,” Katsuki rasps, clearly resigned to the situation.

Eijiro blinks, unsure he’s heard his friend correctly—but there’s nothing but pure desperation on the smaller man’s face, and it clicks.

he’s really doing this.

he shoves his briefs down unceremoniously, exhaling sharp and harsh. he takes himself in hand, pumping once, and then twice—completely unnecessary, because he’s been ready to sink inside you since he walked in the door.

“i’m sorry about this, sweetheart,” he finds himself murmuring down to you, trying to at least be kind.

“p-please—” it’s a broken sob that leaves your lips as you arch back against Katsuki, “please—”

it’s all the redhead needs to line himself up and push forward, unable to stop the gasp that leaves him when you surround him in a vice grip that puts his fist to shame.

he splits you open carefully, or tries to, until one hard kick of your hips sucks him in to the hilt.

you wail, straining in Katsuki’s hold as you fight to get closer. he goes rigid with the effort it takes not to cum right then. you thrash beneath him, trying to fuck yourself on his cock—

“alright,” Katsuki grits, trying to adjust underneath you. Eijiro recognizes the version of Katsuki in front of him to be not unlike pro hero Dynamight—a little cold, focused as if it’s an emergency. he supposes this is also an emergency, and feels some guilt about it also maybe being the best day of his life. “stay there for a second. just let me—”

Eijiro watches his best friend spit into his hand and smear it over himself, and knows suddenly and with certainty that there is no coming back from this. Katsuki looks properly debauched, flushed from his cheeks down to his neck and covered in a sheen of sweat, as he takes himself in hand and lines up with your puckered entrance.

“don’t you have to get them—”

“no,” Katsuki cuts him off, sparing him a glance as he pushes into your body, “already—fuck—tried this today—”

Eijiro can’t say anything, then, because he feels everything—the squeeze of your slippery insides, and the curve of his best friend’s cock pressed snuggly against his own, separated only by that thin barrier.

“oh fuck,” he breathes, squeezing his eyes shut. he cracks one open to look at you and immediately wishes he hadn’t.

you’ve gone silent for the first time since he walked in, frozen in some picture of pleasure that he knows is exactly what you needed. your pretty mouth hung open, eyes rolled back into your head, suspended in time between the two of them—

Eijiro’s hips kick forward, seemingly of their own will, and you’re brought back to the present. you clamp down around him hard, and Katsuki must feel it too, because he lets out a strangled whimper that does well to possess Eijiro completely.

and he can’t stop, then—carving out a space for himself inside you, selfishly, he thinks—but he can’t bring himself to be gentle. the pace of his thrusts are brutal and evidently necessary, because for the first time you go pliant against Katsuki’s chest, content to take everything he’s giving you.

and he wants to give you everything.

he feels Katsuki’s cock slide against his—weakly, like he’s at least trying to keep up with Eijiro but can’t quite do it—and it unlocks something primal inside of him.

“you just needed stuffed full, huh?” he hears himself say, leaning down to bite at the soft give of your stomach, and under the curve of your breast. he has no idea if you can even hear him at this point, but he thinks you might, judging by the way you go rigid underneath him.

“shit, ei—” Katsuki gasps—if it’s a warning, he ignores it.

“just needed these sweet little holes plugged up,” he coos, pausing his taunting to fasten his lips around a nipple and suck, scraping it gently with sharpened teeth until he feels it pebble under his tongue.

you cry out, shaking like a leaf underneath his onslaught. he feels half out of his mind at the sound of your choked moans and the slick suction of you pulling him back in every time he pulls out.

“poor thing,” he murmurs, angling his hips until he feels the head of his cock hit where you need it the most, “you just needed both of us to make you feel good, huh?”

he looks down to watch himself disappear inside you, and sees Katsuki’s thick fingers reach over your hip to rub tight little circles into your achy clit. the contrast between his friend’s uncharacteristic gentleness and his own newfound brutality makes him dizzy.

he knows with certainty that it’s going to make you cum. knows that it'll be enough to break the hold the quirk has on you. you just need a little more.

“c’mon sweetheart,” he breathes, leaning down to nip at your jaw, “let’s make Kat cum, hm? he’s working so hard to help you.”

he feels out of his body and knows he is way out of line when he reaches down between your bodies to spread his fingers around where Katsuki still fucks your ass. he brushes his fingers over the base of the blonde’s cock and against his balls—tutting at how tight they are. Katsuki lets out a groan that sounds like it was torn from him against his will.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“he’s hurting for you baby,” Eijiro whispers into the curve of your throat as he picks up the pace of his own thrusts, “you gonna make him cum?”

it’s a chain reaction, then—he feels all the breath leave your body as every muscle locks up—freezing in time for one devastating moment before you’re pushed over the edge. howling like a wild animal and fluttering rapidly around both cocks stuffed deep inside you. it sends Katsuki hurtling toward his own release—Eijiro can’t help but be wholly overcome by the way his best friend’s face contorts with pleasure and unbridled relief—

his own orgasm surprises him and he lets go inside your body, feeling you wring him dry. he fights the grip of your silken walls to fuck every drop of it deep inside you, hooked on some possessive instinct his brain has latched onto. his hips stutter with the effort and the breath that leaves him is ragged and spent, hot against your rapidly cooling body.

you jolt underneath him with little aftershocks as his hips roll forward gently, and he tells himself it’s for the sake of making sure the quirk has well and truly worn off. he feels Katsuki soften inside your body and he feels stuck—unable to pull himself from the feeling of both of you wrapped around him and against him—so he lets out a breath that sounds more fatigued than he feels. hopes it covers the way he wants to keep taking.

“let me out, Red,” Katsuki says weakly, and it snaps him out of it—at least a little bit. Eijiro chuckles, sliding out of you gently and moving back some so the blond can roll you back to your side. for one fleeting moment, Eijiro catches sight of the cum leaking out of both of your puffy little holes, and fights the urge to clean you up with his tongue.

Katsuki tucks you in with the cleanest blankets he can find and lays flat on his back next to you, an arm slung over his face as his breathing returns to normal. Eijiro watches and feels removed—like a voyeur seeing something he shouldn’t.

“the fuck are you standin’ there for?”

eijiro jumps, eyes snapping to katsuki, who is still not looking at him.

“i—uh. do you want me to—”

“just lay down, Ei,” Katsuki sighs, letting his arm drop from his face to reach over and hit the empty space on the other side of you. “we’ll fuckin’…talk about it later.”

Eijiro nods, exhaling shakily as he makes it to the side of the bed in record time, climbing in beside you gingerly. Katsuki doesn’t move his arm—just clasps a warm, calloused hand around Eijiro’s shoulder and it feels like a silent , affectionate affirmation he didn’t know he needed.

“thanks. for helping,” Katsuki whispers gruffly, eyes still closed. Eijiro hums, relaxing under his hold. your breath puffing slow and sweet in his ear.

“yeah. of course.”