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yourfatherlucifer · 13 days

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Extraterrestrial (JYH)

Alien!Yunho x afab!reader

Summary: Your ship is on the brink of being forever lost in the galaxy, but when a monster invades your ship to top it all off, his plans for you are a cause for concern.

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, egg preg, alienxhuman sex, rough and mean Yunho, dead husband San, monster cock, tall ass Yunho

AU: Alien/Space

Genre: Smut

WC: 2.2k

Tags: For @potatomountain because I know you’ve been struggling lately, so I hope you can enjoy this with all your might. You deserve this. I love you, friend. This is longest I’ve written in so long..lol

Nets: @newworldnet

The rapid beeping of the ship was so overwhelming, the red lights were flashing in warning. The shaking was so powerful. If only you didn’t run into that asteroid belt earlier from running from a pirate space ship. With your crew still in cryogenic states, you could only handle this on your own.

You were the captain after all, the expert in the technology. Of course, you could’ve awoken your second in command but you didn’t want to bother them. The process was a painstaking one anyway.

The rattling was beginning to get annoying as you tried to do everything you could, “Dammit, come on!” You smacked the control panel, clearly getting frustrated.

There wasn’t another planet for several light years and that was so agitating. There was nowhere to stop to repair your ship. Even the hull was damaged, you were sure something fell off from the collision.

You were scared to death that your ship would explode and you’d never make it home. This expedition was supposed to save you from your dying planet to find a new one.

You reached down to kiss the photo necklace wrapped around your neck. It was of your dead husband, San. He was an astronaut explorer as well. But his ship was lost and he never made it back home. You could only assume he was dead. It’s been a year after all. So you took this mission upon yourself, in hopes of finding him or a new planet for your human population to live on. You wanted to make your husband proud.

“I’m so sorry, Sannie, I’ve failed us both and our planet.” A tear fell down your cheeks as your fist collided against the console in frustration.

A flash passed by your ship but you didn’t even notice, too busy focusing on your impending death.

The beep stopped abruptly which made you look around confused, “The hell..?”

A couple of chittering sounds caught your attention and you spun around, only to be met with an eight foot tall hunched over alien. He..if it was a he, was beautiful. With his tanned skin and green scales, he looked almost human. If it wasn’t for the scales and tentacles coming out of his back and his ridiculously long legs, you would’ve thought it was someone from your crew.

So, how’d it get in?

“What..what do you want?” You backed up into the console, clearly confused and scared.

Was he here to eat you? To steal from you? Just what-

His face softened up with a smile, “I’m not going to eat you, so you can stop thinking about it. I’m not going to steal from you either.”

“Then what is it you want? I don’t have anything else to offer.” You crossed your arms over your chest, still not sure of his intentions.

“Well, I have a proposition for you, human.” His long legs carried him over to you, from there you could see his beautiful green eyes and somehow handsome face.

You’d never seen an alien up close, of course, back on earth, there was always talk of extraterrestrials but never any appearing despite the very popular pop culture of alien invasions. Even with the planet dying, there was none.

“Well, I’ll fix your ship for you. But.”

“But?”

“Let me impregnate you with my eggs. It’s my species mating season and unfortunately for me. I’m away from my planet and you’re the only near species I can copulate with. I have to get these eggs out or it’s painful for me. I’m not about to waste them either.” His eyes scanned your body, clear with interest.

“If I agree, you will one hundred percent fix my ship?” You had to admit, he was far too attractive to deny his offer.

“Yes, and I don’t break my promises. I’m desperate and you’re definitely the perfect specimen.”

You shrugged your shoulders and slipped off your shirt, “Alright, I don’t see why not then.”

He grinned in relief, watching as your breasts bounced in their final confines, “Perfect.”

He walked even closer, grabbing you by the hips and lifting you with ease to set you on the ships console, “I will warn you, I’m nothing like the human men you can have intercourse with. I’m far bigger. I might just break you.”

You licked your lips in excitement, “I don’t mind, the bigger the better.” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

“You say that, until I’ve fucked you full with my children.” He grabbed the strings of his loin cloth and it fell to the floor.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size of his length, he wasn’t lying. This was the biggest cock you’ve seen, probably even the prettiest. It couldn’t even compare to your deceased husbands cock. Even though he was big for your species. But this alien, was massive.

He looked like measured to at least 10 inches, if not more. The girth was crazy as well. Green scales lined the thick and spined base. Just like some spots on his body.

“Um..wow…” you were in complete shock, unable to tear your eyes away, until you felt something thick and slimy pull your head back up to face him. It was one of his tentacles.

“My name is Yunho. That is what you will scream as I breed you, got it?” His voice became stern and it was so attractive, you could feel yourself becoming a waterfall below.

Yunho growled as his nose turned up to sniff the air, “I can smell you human, your cunt is excreting such a sweet scent. I must ravage you.”

You whimpered with his words, “Please, tear me apart. I want to feel you.”

“Be patient, human. You’ll get it.” His fingers wrapped around the hem of your pants and yanked them down, along with your soaked underwear. He threw them to the captain's chair behind him and groaned in the new exposure of your scent.

Yunho’s face dove to the source, his tongue licking up a stripe between your folds. Gathering your slick on his wet appendage. He moaned in the flavor, “Oh, human. You have no idea how I’m going to ruin you. You will search the galaxy for me after I’m done with you.” His teeth sunk into the plush of your inner thighs, “You will continue to search for the same feeling I’m going to give you. And only will I return to collect my kin.”

You could only whine in response, tugging onto his black hair.

“You are nothing but a breedable toy for me. Nothing more, nothing less, do you understand that?”

“Yes, yes!”

His tongue encircled your weeping hole and prodded at your walls, he was enjoying this far too much. Your human sounds were delightful to his ears.

“Yunho!” You cried out when he moved away from your cunt to your thigh once again, planting his teeth into the skin. You could only assume this was his way of marking his mate.

“What are you?” You whined as he pulled away.

“I will never tell you my species name. I will not let you find me until I need to find you. This is a one in a change opportunity, hush before I change my mind.” Yunho’s eyes flashed over, warning you with ill intent, “I will not hesitate to leave you and your ship stranded.” He was mean but you loved it.

He eventually lost interest in eating your cunt out and moved his tentacle to replace his tongue instead. It was slightly thinner than his massive cock, so it must be used to prep you.

As it slowly slid inside, Yunho had stood up, pulling your hips closer to his to the point his cock rested against your abdomen. It was so big that it reached the valley of your breasts. Just how was he going to fit without rearranging your organs?

He watched as his tentacle slowly sank in, he could barely feel how you pulled him in. However he could feel just how tight you were. That was going to be a problem. So maybe two tentacles would have to stretch you out for him.

He groaned in thought, he didn’t expect having to do so much work for a human cunt to fit him and his eggs.

“Come on, stop being so tight, human.” Yunho’s grip only tightened as his tentacle tried to slither in further.

Once that one was settled in, another snaked around from his back all the way to your occupied cunt. It pushed its way in, causing your mouth to fall open in a silent scream.

“That’s more like it.” Yunho’s large hand reached to cup your breast while he felt your cunt loosen around him, “Soon I’ll be able to breed you.”

“I don’t care, just fuck me, Yunho, please!”

Yunho shrugged, “If you insist.” His two tentacles began pumping in and out, the sloshing sounds of your cunts arousal and the excrement excreting from his tentacles didn’t help.

He held you tight to his chest because you could barely sit up straight with the way he was fucking into you. It was even his cock yet and he had you weak.

You weren’t used to being so packed. Just the two tentacles combined were bigger than your husband's cock when he used to make love to you.

“Stop thinking of that human man. I’m the one fucking you. Get him out of your head.” He growled in warning.

“I can’t just erase my husband’s memory!”

Since the image wasn’t disappearing from your head, Yunho bit between your shoulder and neck, “I won’t tell you again.”

“Fine!” You tried to focus on the way his tentacles fucked in unison only for them to pull out and get replaced by his monster size cock instead.

This time a scream fell out of your throat, he was so big. Far too big. You could feel him ripping you apart from the inside. Even the bulge in your stomach from him was painful, but felt too good at the same time.

His hips slammed against yours with each thrust. The console creaked in protest.

Yunho’s grip was so tight that it was nearly painful but you didn’t care, not when your senses were dulling from the way his cock buried itself deep within your wet cavern.

“Yunho!” You cried out. He was being very rough with you. He manhandled you all the way to captains chair, planting himself in the seat.

He made your legs straddle him. You didn’t know how you were going to ride him, not with how weak you felt, “Come on, human, you can do it.”

You whimpered as you sunk yourself back down, legs shaking in protest.

Yunho grinned as he watched you struggle to take him, “Don’t be pathetic, I know you can do it.”

Your hands gripped his shoulders as you repeatedly fucked yourself on him, “It hurts so good.”

His free hand squeezed the bulge each time it appeared on your stomach. He was making it worse but you assume he did this to get it over with. You were sure it wasn’t pleasant for him to fuck a human much smaller than his alien form.

As you reached your nth orgasm, tears were flowing down your cheeks, how hadn’t he cum yet? Why weren’t you filled yet?

“You’ll get it soon, be patient, human. You’re so eager to carry my children.” This had him smirking. He wanted to ruin you.

His hips thrusted up to match your pace and help you along, “Doing so well, little human.” His reached back to grip your hair and yank it backwards, exposing more neck to him.

Yunho marked your neck with more bites and bruises, marking his territory for any other aliens passing by or anyone that invades this ship while he’s gone, awaiting for his children’s birth.

Once his thrusted started slowing down, that’s when you knew he was near. His cock began enlarging and your eyes widened in shock, “Oh fuck, Yunho!”

He stopped your movements and waited as his eggs flowed out his cock and into your cunt, all the way to your womb, “That’s right..take it all. Like the good human mother you will be.” His hand rubbed your stomach as it began swelling with several of his eggs.

He was proud. Very proud and felt relieved. Yunho we finally free of his pain and relieved for the future of his bloodline.

“My perfect breedable toy.” Once his cock returned to normal size, he slowly pulled out, watching as you became breathless. Nearly doubling over.

“So full..” you whined, holding your stomach with such care.

“Good.” He stood up and rested you where he once sat, “I’m going to leave now. I’ll repair your ship on my way out. I’ll return in a few earth months. Your pregnancy won’t be as long as the normal human one.”

You looked ethereal but he wasn’t going to stick around, not when his use for you was over.

“Yunho..” Your breasts were in pain, already trying to accommodate the eggs inside of you.

“Don’t do anything to my eggs while I’m gone, or I’ll destroy everything.” Yunho’s eyes narrowed, making his way to the exit.

“I won’t..”

“Good. Farewell human, await my return.”

#ateez x reader #ateez smut #x reader #yunho x reader #Yunho smut

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whotfletamothhyperfx · 3 months

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“NO TAILS YOU CANT BE FRIENDS WITH THE GUY ACTIVELY TRYING TO KILL YOU!!!” -everyone in the au

Anyway watched scott pilgrim a few days ago for the first time and made this while watching, its literally just an au where kit tried to befriend tails to kill him and tails is literally the only one who refuses to acknowledge it. Since this is like the 100th time that someones tried to befriend tails to kill him his siblings have had enough and just refuse to let him be friends with kit

(ALL PLATONIC THERE IS ZERO ROMANCE IN THE ENTIRE AU IF I SEE A SINGLE SHIP TAG ILL EXPLODE)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #miles tails prower #tails miles prower #tails the fox #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog au #sonic fanart #sonic the hedgehog fanart

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hey-august · 4 months

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A Favor for the Captain - Chapter 2 | NSFW (Buggy x afab!reader)

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Description: The day after helping your captain with a favor, you end up stuck on night duty again. As much as Buggy wanted to avoid you and his feelings, he still has something he needs your help with. Word count: ~2.3k A/N: This is the last chapter for this story. Sorry it took so long, perfectionism and imposter syndrome fight dirty, lol. I hope you enjoy this! Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x afab!reader, no use of Y/N, dry humping, heavy petting, buggy is still bad at feelings and communicating. All parties are consenting adults. Tags: @angeli-fucking-cat

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You woke up the next day as restless as the sea. Waves swayed the ship as you slept, rocking your body through memories of the night before, cloaked in dreams. A party of stars laughed and danced around you, each one burning brighter than the next, until they all exploded into darkness leaving you behind. Whispers of loneliness and confusion slipped away like sand as the mid-morning sun carried you to consciousness.

A big yawn and stretching didn’t shake the sleep from your body as efficiently as sharp knocks at the door, followed by words that flipped your stomach with an icy chill.

“Hey, you ‘wake? I need a favor.”

With the weight of an iceberg in your body, you cracked the door and were greeted by a face of desperation and hope worn by one of your crewmates. You slumped against the doorframe as relief melted the tension in your body. The pirate frantically explained that he was scheduled for night duty and needed to switch, but everyone he asked so far had refused. The reasoning was difficult to follow. There was something about a friend of their cousin, dancing, a dinner party, and not wanting to let down family. Once the pieces were cobbled together, you were able to see the whole puzzle.

“So, you don’t want to miss a date with a townie?” you asked bluntly.

“I mean- well- that’s a part of it. Ya’ see, I told him that…”

You cut off the rerun by agreeing to swap duties - one overnight shift for two bathroom cleaning shifts. After an appreciative handshake with both of his hands wrapped around one of yours, he bounced off to prepare for the date. His jubilant exit left you wondering if you should have bargained for a better deal. At least this gave you a reason to look for the meteor shower again. You ignored the pit in your stomach, choosing to believe it was from the last-minute changes and not related to anything else that might involve stars or favors.

With only a half-day left before your shift, you headed to town for food and freedom. Elsewhere, someone breathed easier knowing that you were no longer on the ship. It was only a coincidence that the captain was watching the dock when you departed. He’s responsible for his crew and should monitor who comes and goes - that’s what Buggy told himself. Truthfully, he kept finding reasons to stay near portholes so that he could look for you without the risk of getting too close.

Buggy felt dirty. Shame had him in a vice grip - stuck between remorse about what happened and guilt because he enjoyed it. Commitment to the crew had you willingly follow your captain’s filthy, degrading orders. Every lecherous detail - the way you felt, how you sounded, your sinful expressions - was etched into his memory. Yet, he still wanted more. For that reason, he also wanted to avoid you.

The second desire was bypassed when Buggy went to check on the night guard. Unaware of the shift change, he didn’t expect to see you lounging against the railing, back to the sea. Most of the crew opted to stay on shore when they weren’t working, and the rare few who did come back only returned to sleep. Unfortunately for Buggy, you were awake, alone, and alert. Despite darkness flooding the deck, the captain was in clear view. What fucking luck. He considered a wordless exit, but before he could retreat, you called out to him.

“Good evening, Captain.”

A simple greeting. One that tugged at his achy heart and added to the guilty pressure he felt. He knew that walking away would only add to the restlessness. Pulling courage from the part of him that was glad to have an excuse to be near you, Buggy walked over to return the greeting. He joined you in leaning along the railing, foolishly hoping that your presence might actually pacify the turmoil in his body.

The tension radiating from your captain mirrored the nervousness you felt. It was obvious you startled him and you didn’t know why. Not exactly. Did he want to see someone else? Was he trying to avoid you? Both questions were similar and neither offered comfort. You stared at the illuminated town, hoping to find clarity in your tangled thoughts. The ambient sound of waves from the sandy shore and trickles of music emphasized the silence on the ship.

“On guard duty, again?” Buggy repeated his questioning from last night, feeling stuck in the stillness between you two.

You wondered if that was the answer you were looking for. The captain of the ship wasn’t aware of who was protecting the ship and expected to see someone else. That sounded reasonable and the thought made your heart lighter.

“Yeah, I was asked to swap shifts. Something about going on a date,” you explained while waving a hand towards town.

“You- going on a date?” The question cannonballed out of the pirate’s mouth faster than he thought it, along with an uncontrolled glare. Both were met with a confused look.

“Not me… I just swapped shifts,” you responded with a softness that disarmed him.

Buggy nodded silently, his jealousy collapsing into humiliation. Unlike yesterday, being near you was anything but peaceful. Each piece of him was screaming to get closer and he could hardly control himself. Everything he did or said added to the rubble of guilt he was trapped under.

“It gives me another chance to look for shooting stars, though.” You continued talking, desperate to move past the awkward miscommunication by clinging to one topic that felt safe.

“I guess you haven’t seen any yet. If I knew you were here, I woulda came prepared.” Buggy picked up on your unspoken cue. Following the script, he aimed a finger towards the sky above the town and cocked his hand back as he let loose an imaginary shot.

“Well, there’s always next time.” And with that, the space between you two shrank.

Buggy marveled at how you handled his clumsy conversational skills with ease. Each step he took with uncertainty or pushed by feelings he couldn’t handle, you redirected until he was on the path he really wanted. One that he could pretend he was walking with you, hand in hand.

“You don’t mind being stuck on the ship while the island is all freaked out?” Buggy chuckled when you groaned at his choice of words.

“Not at all, actually. I like it here…I like the ocean.” You turned your back to the town and spoke to the water’s horizon. “I also don’t mind helping out when I can. I’m just glad to be part of your crew.”

His crew. You watched Buggy in the corner of your eyesight, hoping he understood what you were telling him. Nerves had you dancing around the subject, afraid to get too close to the fire burning in your chest. But the light and the heat were too much to ignore or keep inside.

The spark you sent his way ignited thoughts that were far too flammable. Fragile ideas that housed his insecurities. Buggy heard that you liked to help the crew. That must be why you indulged him yesterday - you simply wanted to help the captain of the crew you belong to. Anything beyond that was a shadow puppet cast by his desire and used to chase away loneliness. Something inside the pirate clung to that puppet, begging Buggy to say the words that would let the errant fire consume him entirely. He listened to that small voice and chose to believe the ache in his body was just physical desire.

“In that case, I need you to help me with something,” Buggy said before stepping behind you.

The familiar tone in his voice had your heart pounding wildly. A similar sensation was mirrored down lower as Buggy pressed his body against yours. With gloved hands holding the railing on each side, you were surrounded. Buggy rested his head on the back of yours as he fitted his body around your form, only softening when you eased into his touch.

You weren’t surprised by his hardness this time. Actually, you may have surprised Buggy with how you accepted his request. His grip on the railing tightened as you pressed your ass against his erection to make sure it was nestled and snug.

“Is this what you need help with, Captain?” You hoped the shake in your voice was unnoticeable. A nod against the back of your head confirmed both hopes, so you began to grind against him.

Buggy’s face was buried in your hair and the roll of your ass against his cock took away what little breath he had left. In need of fresh air, he moved his head until his cheek was resting on your shoulder. Now he could clearly hear the quiet huffs you let out as you rolled your hips. The sweet sounds enticed his body to buck against yours, making the soft sounds crescendo into throaty moans that you tried to hold back. Craving more, Buggy pressed his lips against your neck. Your skin was hot and smelled delicious. He needed a taste.

The feel of his tongue and heavy breath on your neck sent electricity through your body. Every nerve was lit up, lighting the way for instinct to come and overtake your mind and body. The slide of Buggy’s cock against your ass did nothing for how your body desperately craved more. Your underwear was soaked and you could feel the slickness as you angled your hips to grind against his entire length. The slippery feeling filled your head with images of his thick cock sliding deep into your dripping cunt before fucking you like an animal.

“C-captain, can I-” Your words were cut off as a hand flew up and squeezed your cheeks, silencing you like the night before. Frustrated, you snatched Buggy’s hand off your face and shoved it between your legs.

“I wanna come,” you whined as you pressed his fingers against your clothed folds until there was contact with your needy clit. You guided his movements, making his digits circle and massage exactly where you needed them.

Buggy’s hips stuttered, before moving to a rhythm that your unrestrained sounds orchestrated. His thrusts were hard, wedging his aching cock in your ass and helping him imagine he was fucking your pussy. Imagining how it would hold and squeeze him, as if it didn’t want his cock to leave. As if it belonged there. As if he belonged with you. Giving in to those feelings, Buggy smothered your neck and shoulder with sloppy kisses in between mindless moans that tickled your skin.

His impassioned attention was fierce and intense, overwhelming you until your body gave in with a loud cry. Trembling against your captain, ecstasy took over. Your blissed-out sounds and movements carried Buggy with you. His hand continued rubbing your clit under your shaky grasp as you both rode through your climaxes.

Eventually, his movements stilled and your sounds quieted down. Buggy’s chest pressed against your back with each heavy breath. His hand returned to the railing, taking its warmth away. He felt weak, both physically and mentally. Seeing, hearing, feeling your orgasm against his body was more than he ever hoped for, but it only happened because you were following your captain’s orders. Because you’re a nice person.

“That felt good…I’m glad you needed my help.” Your breathless voice cut through the noise in Buggy’s head, but didn’t bring comfort.

“Don’t say that,” he snapped with a little more bite than he meant. He didn’t really need your help, he just took advantage of your willingness to help.

“Why?” you asked as you turned to face him, despite being caged by his arms.

Buggy avoided your gaze, wishing that his body would finish recovering so he could leave. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have. He would rather have his perverted memory tainted by self-pity, not by vulnerability or because he hurt your feelings.

Cautiously, you placed a hand on one of his before picking it up. You removed his glove and repeated the question, breaking through the wall he hid behind. Green eyes finally met your gaze as he succumbed to your request for sincerity.

“You were just following orders. Doing something nice for the captain of your crew,” he spat. “Saying that kind of shit might make me think that I could be more than just your ‘captain.’”

The words hardly left his mouth before they were replaced by your lips. You pressed into the kiss, ignoring how his mouth twitched with words that died under the contact. Pulling back, you were greeted with eyes opened wide in shock and you had to hold in a giggle.

“You can think that. I would like it if you were more than that…if this was something more.”

Buggy studied your face, looking for any hint of a joke. Deep inside, he knew you wouldn’t tease him like this. You refused to waver under his scrutinizing stare, holding fast until he accepted your unabashed confession.

“Me?” he finally croaked out. You nodded in response so quickly that Buggy felt butterflies fill his chest with the same eagerness.

You watched patiently as he leaned in, hesitated, and then closed the space for another kiss. This one was messy and full of nervous excitement. Buggy started talking against your lips long before he pulled away.

“M’gonna extend the stay.” He planted kisses on your cheeks. “You’re also off guard duty - there are more important things that you should be doing than this.”

“Like you?” He set you up for the response and you couldn’t resist sending it back with a grin.

Buggy could have sworn he fell into the sea and died. Even if that had happened, his oxygen-deprived mind couldn’t have concocted a story like this.

Before he could say another word, something caught his attention. Buggy twirled you around and tilted your head up towards a shooting star. Your shout of joy seemed to encourage more stars to begin their journeys and soon the sky was full of dazzling light - a beautiful show for two.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy the clown #buggy smut #buggy the clown smut #one piece smut #x reader

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genericpuff · 1 month

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On your post about rather having 100 mature readers than having a large group of immature readers for your comic, in the tags you mentioned the "hanza situation". If you don't mind me asking, what's that?

So there's been talk about Hanza , the creator of The Guy Upstairs on Webtoon, supposedly wanting to drop the comic altogether due to how their fanbase ships the main characters (one of which is a serial killer) and just due to the fact they've fallen out of love with their own comic over the course of publishing it on Webtoons. The comic isn't confirmed cancelled yet, it's just what they apparently want to do and are gonna be running it by WT for approval.

Which like, yeah, I don't blame them if that's true and if they've "fallen out of love" with their work, that shit can and does happen all the time especially when your work winds up exploding to a degree that you become 'detached' from it. And I don't blame them for being ick at the fandom for their comic shipping their main characters, apparently that started when it was being pirated on another site and miscategorized as a romance when it's a horror / thriller comic but that's just what I've heard from others who do read the comic.

The actual vibe on the whole situation is unclear, they posted like last week about how the two characters were siblings which I THOUGHT was an April Fool's joke because it was legit posted on April 1st. But now apparently they actually ARE siblings? So they deadass just spoiled their comic before it was over? Though apparently this was for the purpose of trying to get their fandom to knock it off, but it's just led to people getting even more pissed because they see that as Hanza 'baiting' them into reading a dark romance comic which... it never was.

IDK man I'm getting such mixed signals off the whole thing esp because we haven't seen these DM's/emails/etc. which like... okay obviously Hanza doesn't need to share anything they're not comfortable with but there's tinfoil hat theories about them using it as a cover for just not wanting to do the comic anymore. But I don't really subscribe fully to that theory because... why? I'm just not sure which thread of logic to follow here lmao

I honestly have no fucking clue what's going on with this situation anymore because it seems to get more complicated by the day LOL I don't read The Guy Upstairs so I have zero stake in it but let's just say this - I've been on Webtoons since 2016 and am more than aware of how the WT fandom tends to behave on a regular basis, and that's just an audience that I personally don't want, regardless of how positive or negative other people's experiences are. There are people in the WT fandom who are sane and normal, yes, but I'd like to think those people are also fully capable of finding comics outside of WT if they so choose. The general demographic of WT who don't travel outside of it as I've experienced it over the years is just not one I want to tailor to so I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if Hanza was experiencing this and just wanting it to stop. Someone mentioned to me the other day that Webtoons is like the webcomic version of BookTok and ngl I couldn't agree more 💀😆

But yeah, that's about all of my knowledge on the Hanza situation lol

#ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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detroitbecomeonline · 1 month

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Hello to my beloved followers and mutuals and anyone who just sees this post lol hi anywaY I have gotten a few asks recently just chatting about hankcon and I haven't answered them because I'll compile a general answer in this one post <3 Okay SO basically I agree with what everyone is saying and I'll reiterate it here and mix in my own opinion:

People's tastes/opinions are different. It's strange to see people attack and block each other over a fictional pairing, like, I've been on voice call with a Tumblr mate of mine who ships hankcon and we didn't explode. I am on the dad-son end of things, and guess what. She talked to me about all the things she likes about hankcon and I was happy that she was happy. It's fun, ok. It's FUN. FUN. When people argue "oh this isn't even canon" like. Dad-son and hankcon aren't canon, but we get to enjoy them in different ways and in different universes. Which is epic. It doesn't matter what side you're on- harassing someone for having a different opinion to you is not nice. And you're missing out on making friends with others.

Did you know that I follow someone who is self-labelled anti-reed900 despite me being a reed900 shipper? Guess what fuckers. I like a mix of opinions on my dash because I get to experience 5 GUM. This person doesn't post reed900 at all and I haven't seen this person harass others either. And it's all boiled down to taste. Did you know I disliked hankcon when I first got here? I had the tag blocked, but I didn't block others for having fun over in the other corner. Now I'm like, super neutral about it and even reblog it. You know rk1k? I used to dislike that too. Now I ship it. rip me. anyway. I was into simarkus and now I'm not! But I'm still going to do the simarkus arc in Encryption hella justice. So ultimately, I guess my opinion is who cares bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Our interests change!! (Like the anon in my asks who said they liked hankcon and now don't anymore!)

End note which is a personal opinion: Posting "I don't like X" is not being hateful. Posting "Anyone who likes X is a [redacted] and Y is superior/canon/the right way" is not cool.

Edit: ur so hot and sexy if you follow me and our opinions clash about anything ever

#this was longer than i thought it would be #i enjoy everyone on my feed #I will admit #I've been blocked by a handful of hankcon shippers for reasons unknown (maybe because I said I didn't ship it rip me) but of course there #are extreme people on any topic.#And to note: I understand some people come online and want to relax in their little bubbles and not experience anything outside of their #opinion hence the blocking. But that makes me sad because now I can't see their posts and stuff lol :((#detroit become human #mine #fandom politics

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kazoo-goddess · 7 months

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So, I've wanted to make a post like this for some time, but I only just got the motivation because of an ask I got recently. I want to give a piece of advice to everyone, in general, to keep in mind when using any social media platform--advice that I wish someone had given me way back when, that I feel is important to pass on:

Not every post you see is for you. Not every post is about you.

This is not meant to be a negative thing, or a put-down! It is not meant to dismiss anyone. It's really what it says on the tin: When you see a post cross your feed, and you disagree with the post or it upsets you because you disagree with the message it has, try and keep in mind that you may not be the target audience for the post. In particular, take this into account for advice and positivity posts--The OP doesn't have anything against you personally when they share words that are meant to be uplifting that you don't agree with. A post that says "Keep going! You can do it, even if you think you can't!" probably isn't meant to put down people who are in a position where they very literally cannot do it or think their way out of their situations. Like this post, it's more likely that the OP is sharing positivity or advice that they themselves would have liked to hear.

Even this post, the one I'm writing now, might not be for you or about you! If you disagree with my viewpoint, that's okay, and there's nothing wrong with that! But I, personally, am writing this post for people who might need to hear it--people like me, who are easily upset or hurt by things they see or hear in passing, whether on the internet or real life. I'm not writing it because I want to spark an argument, I promise.

Posts aren't always meant to spread outside the OP's original circle of followers and friends. But that's a hazard of posting to public social media websites--a joke originally meant to have an audience of 12 people close to you can suddenly explode, getting thousands and thousands of views and reposts and going completely out of the OP's control overnight! It's no one's fault; it's not done maliciously. Sometimes a post or joke just resonates with others. But maybe it doesn't resonate with you--that really is okay! Just try and remember, if it gets under your skin, that it isn't for you. And if it's not for you, it's okay to just ignore it and move on! It can definitely get annoying when it's something you keep seeing over and over from friends and acquaintances reposting it, and I'd never fault anyone for losing their temper over it--but sometimes, just taking a second to remind yourself that you weren't the audience for something can really help calm you down and help you feel better and move on with your day.

While this goes for advice/positivity posts, it also goes for opinion posts! And in this case, to be completely, perfectly clear: I mean harmless opinions. A ship they like that you don't; a tv show they enjoyed that you didn't; a character they really love that you absolutely cannot stand. The kind of opinion you disagree with so much that makes you feel absolutely steaming mad. (Again: This does NOT extend to these things when they go into a genuinely harmful category. No homophobia, no pedophilia, nothing like that. I am talking about harmless, mundane disagreements.)

Maybe you see a post talking positively about a manga that makes you feel ick. The OP more than likely didn't write that post with the hopes that it would reach you specifically just to make you upset! (And if they did, that's rude, and an entirely different can of worms that this post is not about! >_>;) But the post upsets you anyway, even if it wasn't MEANT to. It's understandable, it happens! But the thing is: You don't need to engage with that post if it makes you feel bad! If you have a post blocker, you can block the post or blacklist the tag; if you don't, you may just have to scroll past. It can be so, so, so tempting to try and get in a biting comment in the replies to snap at the OP and tell them, "No, you're wrong, your opinion makes me mad and I don't want to hear it!" Trust me. I know. I get it, because I've been there! But in the grand scheme of things, it's not worth it or healthy to burn yourself out over it. It wasn't for you, and it wasn't about you! And you're better off doing what you can to take care of yourself, and preserving your health and happiness where you can.

I feel like I'm writing this with sort of childish language, and it might feel like I'm talking down to others. But really, I think I'm just writing it in a way that a younger me would have understood and taken to heart if she'd seen it. I hope that, if you read this, you can see it that way too! There's a part of me that feels scared that this post in itself could explode with notes that will be very upset with me for my thoughts on this, whatever their reasons may be, but I wouldn't be making it if I weren't prepared for that possibility. If the message I intend to get out can reach even one person who it can help, then I think that's worth writing it for. Because, I want to reiterate it one more time, because it can be so easy to forget it and get yourself furious in a self-destructive way, sometimes you have to remember:

Not every post you see is for you! Not every post is about you!

#I really hope that I've done what I can to keep people from misunderstanding my message here!#I'm writing this partially because I got a very angry ask about a reblog I did including a character I like lol #and I'm writing it partially because my physical health is currently in a very bad place #and that is in part because I did not manage my stress and anger in a healthy way #and as a result #it took a toll on my body! and it is not fun!#so hopefully this can help someone somewhere from being in my shoes #five or ten years down the line #anyway late night ramblings #I rarely talk on here anymore! sorry!

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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Hello! I am glad you are doing well today! But Can I get some Neyo in love? I just wanna see this asshole in love with someone. Making it however you feel is correct!

Soft For You

Summary: You're taken as a hostage, and Neyo comes to the rescue.

Pairing: Commander Neyo x Jedi!Reader

Word Count: 1319

Warnings: Mentions of Torture and slavery

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this took so long! But I'm feeling much better today, which means I can do some writing. So the love isn't quite so in your face here as, maybe, in others. But I don't think Neyo is an in your face kind of guy.

How long have you been here? A week? A month?

You can’t remember. There’s no way to tell time inside the prison that’s holding you.

Honestly, you’re surprised that you’re still alive. A Jedi captured by Separatists? They should have killed you immediately, not shoved you in this warehouse to make…something. Of course, a Jedi as a slave is valuable. Even to the Seppies.

They’re weapons of some sort. You know that. You’ve managed to get that much from what you’re forced to work on, and based on what some of the other slaves have mentioned to you.

Of course, you don’t get to talk with them a lot. Actually, you don’t get to talk to them at all. The Warden applies some kind of mechanical gag to your face first thing in the morning, and it comes off at the end of the work-day. And you’re totally isolated from the rest of the slaves.

They’re afraid of you. Afraid of what you’ll say to the slaves. Afraid that you’ll encourage a revolt.

Which. Fair. You would.

But right now, you’re in your cell, which is actually less of a cell and more of an empty workroom, and you sigh as you tuck your legs under you. There’s very little light in this room, but there’s enough for you to put the final touches on the tiny droid that you’re building.

It chitters to life and blinks up at you, and you smile, “Hello, my friend.”

It beeps at you.

“I’m going to call you Yoni.” You murmur as you trail a light finger over the battered head of the BD unity. “It’ll be nice to have someone to talk to, while I wait for my men to rescue me.”

Yoni beeps a question at you.

“Of course they’re going to come.” You bite your lower lip, and grimace in pain. The gag that they’ve been using on you has left your lips raw, burnt, and bleeding on more than one occasion.

Neyo would come. He would. He had to. After all, he told you that he loved you.

************

It’s later, several days, or maybe a week, when your hope comes true.

You’re in your cell, curled up on the thin blanket that you called bed, when you’re jolted to your feet by a series of explosions. Yoni scrambles up onto your shoulder, and you scramble away from the door as the explosions get louder.

You cringe back as the door explodes open, and you blink, stunned, at the man standing in the doorway. A man in very familiar armor. “Commander?”

Commander Neyo stands in the doorway, and you notice him pause, and you can’t help but feel slightly ashamed. The 91st is a recon battalion, not a heavy combat battalion.

He crosses the room to you, and Yoni beeps at him indignantly. “General, turn around. I need to get the collar off of your neck.”

“Uh, right.” You do as he asks, and he quickly removes the collar, and his gloved hands feel very light against your sore skin.

“You’re free,” Neyo says, as he sets the collar on the table. You turn back to face him, and his hand comes up to brush against the burns and cuts around your mouth, “What happened?”

“They didn’t want me talking.”

Neyo doesn’t say anything, but anger washes through him, and you carefully tighten your shields. He can be angry as much as he wants, but it’s not going to help you.

“Let’s get out of here. Your lightsaber is back on the ship.”

“What about the other slaves?”

“Are being freed as we speak. Come on, General.” Neyo says impatiently.

“Okay, okay.”

With that said, he leads you through the now burning warehouse, and as soon as you’re outside, you’re shoved into the waiting care of the medics, while he vanishes back into the warehouse.

The next time you see him is several days later.

When he comes down into the lower parts of the ship, and finds you in your little hidey hole, where you’re carefully repairing Yoni.

“General,” He sounds stern and angry, “You’re supposed to be in the medbay.”

He’s not wrong, you know. You have open wounds around your neck, and on your feet, but the injuries on your face have already healed at least. But only because everyone was worried that you wouldn’t be able to eat unless they healed.

“I’m okay, Commander.”

“Bullshit.”

You sigh, “You know, I came down here to be alone.”

Neyo crosses the room and leans against one of the many crates that created the illusion of privacy, “Tough shit.” He watches you silently for a moment, “What is that?”

“His name is Yoni. I made him.”

“You made him.”

“What, you think I don’t know how to make things, Neyo?” You ask blandly.

“Surprised you know how to make droids,” Neyo corrects, “Why’d you make him?”

“I didn’t think anyone was coming, and I needed someone to talk to.” You grumble.

He’s quiet for a very long time, and when he speaks, there’s offense in his voice, “You thought I would leave you to suffer at the hands of the Seppies?” He demands.

You scowl at him, “Well, I didn’t know, did I?”

“That’s the stupidest-” He stalks over to you and slams his hand on the table, “I wouldn’t do that.” He snaps.

“For all I know you were ordered to get a new Jedi and get back to the war effort, Neyo. I didn’t know!”

“You’re dumb.” He snaps, “Have I not made it painfully clear that you are mine?”

You roll your eyes, “So you’ve said.”

“And what, you just don’t believe me?” Neyo demands.

You sigh, “Neyo-”

“No. I think I deserve an answer.” He interrupts, as he looms over you in your personal space, though you don’t feel threatened by him.

You scowl at him, “My answer, Neyo, is in him.” You point at Yoni.

“What?”

“Flip the syllables in his name.” You grumble.

Neyo blinks at the droid, and then he pauses, “You named him after me.”

“Of course I did.”

He lifts his hands and presses them against your cheeks, gently tilting your head back so he’s able to look at you properly, “There aren’t even any scars around your lips,” Neyo murmurs thoughtfully, and then his gaze drops to your neck, “This is going to scar.”

“It’s fine.” You say automatically, “We’re at war. Scars happen.”

“Not to you they shouldn’t. You’re supposed to be safe, that’s why you have a battalion.”

“It’s fine.” You repeat.

“No. It isn’t.” His thumb trails over your lips, “We were ordered back to Coruscant after you were taken,” Neyo admits, “We said that we would…and then we just didn’t.”

You blink at him, “You disobeyed a direct order? You?”

“You’re mine.” He repeats, “And the men would have mutinied if I even considered it. Which they told me, in very graphic detail.”

You smile slowly, “Good for them.”

He huffs, “As if there was any chance that I was going to leave you to be a slave.” Neyo grumbles. “I wish I had been able to be there when you were healing.”

“It’s okay.” You repeat, again.

“It’s not. And it’s okay if you’re not okay. I’m not going to judge you if you’re not okay.” Neyo says quietly, “It’s just us here, cyare.”

You release a shuddering breath and press your face against his chest, grateful that he removed his armor, “I’m going to be okay. Eventually.”

“I never doubted it.” Neyo murmurs as he ducks his head and kisses the top of your head, “I’m very glad that you’re not dead, I don’t think I would have handled that well.”

You laugh weakly, “I’m also very glad that I’m not dead.” You exhale slowly and press a kiss just over his heart, “Thank you for coming for me, love.”

“You’re welcome.”

#star wars #tcw #comander neyo x reader #neyo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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obscureother · 1 month

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🌑 ˚x'˙ intro. . ??

Hello. . !! im new to tumblr, so sorry if wonky things happen while im setting this up. im still trying to figure things out guys-

i lurk on other accounts for general content but im closeted n shy so i made this one to yell about things instead so i don’t expose myself to people i know lolol

if you know or find other profiles i own, i request you not expose it for those reasons before im comfortable to.

so this is just an f/o blog/journaling. . thing. I'm not entirely sure what content will be here, but it will be centered around f/os, self-shipping, and its just to give me a place to yell about the people that live in my/your brain rent-free and know they don’t exist but we pretend they do anyway for comfort reasons and serotonin, dopamine, uhh what other things feel good and ok??

some of it will be for you if I happen to think of something, other times it is for me to explode over my fixation f/os!!

youre also welcome to come yell about your f/os if you just need someone to talk to them about!! dont think i know em?? COME OVER and INTRODUCE THEM. you can come in DMs, asks, or however you want to!! id be happy to know your f/o or listen to you talk about them if no one else will :00

This is a comfort blog to me, so there wont be any room for meanness or intended offenses here. Dont come to me with troublesome things or somehow twist/morph my content into something its not, we're just here to have a cool time with our fictional people, bro. . :((

ok who r you tho:

To be honest, I don’t have a name or something to go by as of posting this, I might get one later or just make a new comment all fancy for the pin. . For now you can just call me whatever you deem good or just go off my blog/username!! Don’t be mean tho. i may take one you guys think of or figure it out on my own.

they/them

im 21 yo. (if youre a minor, i dont mind you coming to say hello, but do look below the other stuff content for what you need to look out for. you should also know some of you goofy kiddos have energies i dont know how to respond to sometimes, so dont worry if i get awkward or something, its not your fault lolol.)

im in college, so forgive me if im slow, im also just not on tumblr very often :v i dont ghost people on purpose i swEaR-

i might post my f/os on a whole list, idk yet, but theyll prolly be mentioned sometimes to the very least. you can def ask of them tho!! (edited: i made an f/o list if you want to see them.)

i dont know if ill post content of my own f/os or me/my sona for them, but it could be there.

i dont mind sharing f/os!! id love to yell about them together. if you dont like that, then its ok!! i either wont talk about them with you so you can be their person when we talk of them, or you can just block/not interact. ill be sad i dont get to meet you, but its ok.

other stuff:

Nothing explicit/detailed will normally be posted. but: The worst there will be is just being hormonally silly from kind of "rrr ovaries go brr, chew on theM-" energy of my f/os. i will try to create a tag to mark it with so you can exclude honky content if you want or need to later, tho. from what i know, you can "block" tags. . so i think that will work if you like the other goofy stuff on the blog??

(edited: I DID IT, I DID THEM, LOOK: 🌑obscure tags list for the obscure blog )

NSFW talk can be in DMs, tho.

DO NOT come to me with those concepts if youre a minor tho, oh dear GOD. honky grown-up talk is not for you goofy child-folk.

LGBTQ+ friendly!! im nonbinary and love everybody. youre ok too. 💙

i do roleplay sometimes, but only in dms n please dont go exposing our roleplays to others. . i would be very not comfy :"0

if you want to roleplay, you can dm me to ask but i dont have to say yes or i might not be able to. im slow too dfsdf=

i may or may not make a side blog once i figure out how to do stuff, but know that until then, im going to just post whatever on this one til i know how to do things on tumblr lolol.

forgive me if some of my content gets deleted, edited, whatever as we go. like i said, this whole thing is very new to me and its not very organized for now. its just there. its gonna get wonky over here on my side for a bit.

• tiny bat gif •

#f/o community #introduction #f/o blog #blog intro

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nekoannie-chan · 10 months

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I don’t wanna

Title: I don’t wanna.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Avenger!Reader.

Word count: 566 words.

Rating: Teen.

Square: O2 “Sworn off relationship”.

Summary: Steve discovers he doesn’t wanna be with you.

Warnings/Tags: Sworn off relationship, break up, cancel wedding.

A/N: This is my entry to @allcapsbingo. AC1078.

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3 too.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

Add yourself to my taglist here.

My other media where I publish: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.

If you like it, please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

Tags: @sinceimetyou @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @shield-agent78 @charmed-asylum @pandaxnienke @real-fbi @smokeandnailz @white-wolf1940 @tenaciousperfectionunknown @xoxonotme @bluemusickid @leyannrae @harrysthiccthighss @marvelatthisone @caplanbuckybarnes @sapphire-rogers @lizzieolseniskinda @notyourtypicalrose @hallecarey1 @nana1000night @talia-rumlow @writingshae @alexxavicry @azulatodoryuga @daemonslittlebitch @chaoticcollectivenightmare @endlesstwanted @chemtrails-club @marigoldreamer @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @here4thefanfics @theestorm @patzammit

Steve finished putting away the suit he would wear for his wedding. He was nervous; it was still a month away, and you were already starting to see the details that were missing for the special day. He saw the clock; he had to leave; he didn't want to be late.

He was completely in love with you; however, at the same time, he felt something strange about it, something he couldn't explain, but he always tried not to pay attention to it.

You had just arrived at the place when you received a message. Something was wrong; Tony's message was too confusing.

You ran to see Wanda disappear after Thanos snapped; your best friend was vanishing in front of you, practically in your hands.

You turned to see Steve, and he also looked at you. Neither of you understood what had happened.

Steve came into your study, where you spent most of your time. He finally understood what was going on, and even though it was hard and difficult to accept, he thought it was time to talk about it. He couldn't go on with all that anymore; he had finally made a decision: he didn't want to marry you anymore.

You looked up at the calendar; the wedding was two weeks away. Maybe you and Steve should talk; maybe you could postpone it for a few months. You were sure that, unfortunately, there were now a lot of free dates.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Steve called you; he didn't know if he was interrupting anything; after all, everyone was trying to deal with what happened in their own way.

"Hi, yeah, I was just thinking," you replied, gesturing for him to come in.

"I wanted to talk," he said.

"Me too; that's just what I was thinking; maybe we should postpone the wedding for a few weeks?"

"That's all you think about! That's all you care about! Our friends are gone and you're selfish; I'm not interested in being with someone like that," Steve exploded.

You saw it, and you couldn't believe what was happening. Maybe if Steve had been honest...

"If you didn't want to be with me, you'd better have told me before you asked me to marry you. I'll just get my stuff and leave," you answered, leaving the studio.

5 years later

You were talking with Natasha about where you could find the other stones when Steve appeared in the room. You both fell silent.

"Natasha, would you mind leaving us alone? I'd like to talk to Y/N," Steve asked.

Natasha turned to look at you; she knew everything that had happened. You nodded; you sensed what Steve wanted to talk about, but you weren't interested.

"Natasha and I have been thinking about the possible places where the stones we need could be," you said, taking the documents to show them to her.

"I want to apologize for what I said to you that day."

"Rogers, there is nothing to talk about; we are just coworkers," you replied. Now, if you don't mind, we need the places, so I'll go tell the others.

Steve could see you in the distance; you looked so happy talking to Bucky. Maybe it was for the best. He had always known that his friend was in love with you, so he hoped that he would take advantage of the opportunity.

#allcapsbingo #allcapsbingo2023 #steve rogers x reader

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samarecharm · 5 months

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Bouncing off my bi ryuji awakening post, im gonna add these tags from it: (separated to make it easier to read)

[#anyway. akira is the guy ever. and ryuji is exploding#‘i have died. badly’#i like thinking of akira like this; hes ryujis first exposure to nb ppl and gnc adjacent stuff#even if akira is p masc by most standards hes still got a bit of. aloofness. about his gender stuffs#ryuji is just really into the way akira carries himself#and it takes him a while to go oh. oh i think its cause i like this dude#um.#😳.

#also i wanted to clarify#but ryujis mom just doesnt know Who akira is in that picture#and in my head hes like. looking down at mona and petting him (while sitting)#(AND hes with ann and theyre both kind of a distance away from the camera)#so at a quick glance; hes just Some Girl#and even though shes wrong; it kicks off the mental chaos olympics in ryujis head#‘what hes not a girl’ to ‘where would she even get that from’ to ‘well akira said himself he didnt rlly care what ppl thought about it’#to ‘well. where DID she get that from?’ to lookin at what his homie does a little closer to ‘aw fuck. man.’#but i love that for him

#ALSO. RYU/GORO IN TAGS…..#but ryuji going oh my GOD oh my godddd 😨😓😓😓 when something clicks in his head about goro#his voice is so practiced and naturally softspoken and his public facing persona is very demure#and once he gets past the initial anger over goro being a pompous prick who shittalks about the thieves. hes like. god fucking dammit.#There Is A Pattern and A Type He Has and Its Killing Him To Realize it.#hes literally sitting in his room w his head in his hands]

Ryuji definitely finds Conventionally Attractive Girls pretty, but he realizes around postgame that he genuinely formed crushes on THREE people; Akira, Makoto, and Goro. And all three of them are people who carry themselves as a bit Soft and Delicate (akira and makoto w their personality and mannerisms, goro w his appearance) while also being deceptively strong. Yusuke WOULD fit into this but hes only strong in the metaverse. Also if u tried to argue that he still finds yusuke pretty, Ryuji would just say ‘yeah duh? Of course???’ and would not elaborate further.

I just think. Its cute 👉🏾👈🏾 Ryuji loves someone whos pretty and capable of knocking him flat on his ass lmao He LOVES a challenge and he likes that they can all challenge him in different ways.

Akira is way stronger than he looks; hes very toned and he used to be quite active before being shipped off to tokyo. And after fighting in the metaverse, hes gotten way better at using an enemies mass and momentum against them. Yeah he can properly knock someone down, but its way easier to let Ryuji charge him and use that momentum to sweep and pin. Which Ryuji remembers vividly for Weeks. Akira is not allowed to spar w him and Makoto for awhile after that.

Makoto is just strong as hell. But shes very defensive, and extremely patient. ‘Ill wait and see before I decide What to do’. Shes got good reaction timing and its hard to catch her offguard. Its very difficult to disorient her so oftentimes, his spars w her are more about endurance. And if he ASKS her to do so, she’ll actually fight him back. He never wins 😭 but she is very patient w him and she doesnt treat him like an idiot. She likes to give him tips and redirect his strengths to make up for his weaknesses and it makes him a bit warm in this chest

Spars w Goro are just fun. Theyre fun! Goro is way more aggressive and reckless than Makoto and Akira. He is looking for openings near constantly and Ryuji has to either keep up or tank hits. Its very. Engaging. For him. Sometimes he loses and Goro is giving him a look so smug, Ryuji wishes he could kick him in his fucking teeth (something he clearly couldnt do bc hes already been knocked flat on his ass). And sometimes he wins, and hes so shocked and HAPPY about it; he doesnt miss the way Goro looks away from him pouting like a brat (‘no fucking way are u POUTING man, what a sore loser 😭’). Goro and his uptight personality is thrown out the window completely and its so fun and refreshing to see. Hes tall and imposing w broad shoulders and toned arms and if Ryuji is staring, he finds himself immediately distracted when Goros cheerful, softspoken voice asks if hes willing to go another round.

I love it 👉🏾👈🏾 Ryujis got a complicated relationship w violence but it helps to have people he trusts engage with it in a way that doesnt make him feel like some brute. Theyre all kind of itching to beat the shit out of things for multiple reasons, but instead of taking that out on each other, they spend time training one another so that they can beat the shit out of OTHER things better. Its an efficient system 😊

#chattin #i dunno how to tag it; dont wanna add ships in here bc theres not alot of NonPego/ryu fans in the pego/ryu tag lol #but ye. ryuji likes a pretty face and he likes getting his ass whooped sometimes #i mean he likes to fight and WIN; he is not trying to roll over like a defenseless tortoise #but he likes the deception a little bit….#what do u mean ur shitty shirt or sweater is hiding those arms ??? what do u mean u can bench more than ur own weight????#its insane.#its a little 😳#also oops i am writing essays in tags again. i will continue to do this im sorry #i just have so many thoughts that dont feel like they fit in the body lol #my approach to the thieves is . they are very angry and prone to violence and violent thoughts #and they have an questionable outlet w the metaverse #BUT #if the metaverse was to poof away; where does that outlet go?#and thats the foundation for my idea of their ‘found-ish family’#i HATE the actual family stereotype but i am thinking of like #they are bonded in a specific and unique way #and they stick together because of it. no one will understand them as much as they understand each other #i know i mentioned only the four of them #but i am thinking of ALL of them #they are a little gang of their own now lmao if u mess w one u mess w the rest of the hounds #and they all have some warped perspectives on good and ‘evil’ and justice #maybe the others arent as readily capable to physically hurt someone. but they are more than okay with bad and cruel things happening-#-to bad people.#anyway. this post was about ryuji having a thing about getting roughhoused bc hes a rowdy boy #i can see it being something ann teases him about #and definitely as they get older its something that just doesnt leave him. his brain has already made the Connections #i love my homies they beat the shit out of me when i ask them to and vice versa 😊#naw theyre not really HURTING each other that bad #but its the idea of it 👀 like look at me bearing my weaknesses to u so you can make me a better person

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KiriBakuTodoDeku~Cum Swapping

Summary:

As usual, Bakugou doesn't know when to stop and is nearing his limit. Kirishima has an idea to relieve some stress.

Ao3 Tags:

Cum Swapping, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Partner Swapping, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Hate Sex, Subspace, Underage Drinking, Aftercare, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Rimming, Spanking, Kinktober 2021

Notes:

This will be the closest to BakuDeku I write btw because it hits way too close to a previous relationship of mine that left both of us messed up but will do my best to keep that out of this. This note is just so no one requests the ship.

“What the fuck are the nerd and Icy Hot doing in my room?” Bakugou growls, glaring at his grinning redhead flopped across his bed.

“Hello to you too, Kacchan.” Midoriya snickers from Todoroki’s lap on the blonde’s desk chair.

“Fuck off! Eijirou?!” Bakugou snarls, wanting answers now. They were wrapping up the year, and the blonde still hadn’t learned his limits so was one ill-placed back-talk away from reverting back to early first year and exploding someone. He just wanted to come back to his room and cuddle with his shark-toothed idiot, but instead, his two biggest rivals were occupying his desk chair looking way too smug to do anything but piss him off more.

He breathes before his palms can start crackling.

“Calm down, Bakubabe.” Kirishima smiles fondly. “They’re here for you, or rather to talk to you. Remember last month when Mina and Denki snuck booze in and you ended confessing a bunch of stuff when we got back to my room?”

Bakugou stares at him for a moment, gears obviously turning before it seems to click and his ears go red as he pointedly avoids looking at Midoriya. “What about it?”

“Well, you’ve been working yourself half to death as usual and both of us can tell you’re about to go off the deep end so I thought you would benefit letting off some steam,” Kirishima explains as he coaxes his angry blonde to sit next to him, holding him close when he does.

Bakugou does not cuddle closer when fingers start running through his hair.

“What do they have to do with that?” The blonde huffs.

Kirishima’s grin turns wicked. “Your one-sided childhood crush wasn’t so one-sided. Thought maybe we could both take you apart, and help you relax?”

Bakugou’s head shoots up so fast he narrowly misses smacking into the redhead’s chin as he stares at him wide-eyed and blushing. “You fucking told him?!”

“Bakubabe, Midobro told everyone during truth or dar- You were in the bathroom,” Kirishima remembers. “Well, I can promise I wouldn’t have said shit to anyone unless I was sure.”

Bakugou pouts at him before huffing. “Whatever.” He glares at the bi-colored boy behind his childhood friend. “What’s he doing here then?”

“Izu is my boyfriend. I think I should be in the conversation even if I won’t be in the bed.” Todoroki speaks up from where his chin is resting on the greenette’s shoulder. “I’m completely okay with all of this by the way. My only condition is that I get to watch. Izu almost exclusively bottoms and is really soft as a top.” A smirk. “The amount of tension between you two though? I wanna see what my baby looks like when he goes feral.”

“Sho!” Midoriya scolds, freckles standing out against his red face. “He didn’t need to know that! No way is he gonna let me top now!” The shorter boy pouts.

Bakugou, meanwhile, is a similar shade to his boyfriend’s hair as he takes in what the taller boy says and his mind goes wild from there. The other three in the room turn back to him when he lets out a strangled groan.

“Bakubabe?” Kirishima questions, trying to get a look at the blonde’s face and smirking when he sees the look in his eyes. “You like that idea don’t you?”

“Sh-Shut up, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou huffs, glaring at the smirking fire and ice user and his wide-eyed childhood friend. “...I’m not against it, but boundaries need set first.”

“Really, Kacchan?!” Midoriya grins. “You’re really okay with it?!”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Ei is right. I’m stressed as fuck and could do with giving up some control. Boundaries first though.”

“No, of course! I assume you still have your notebook?” The greenette is practically vibrating with glee.

The blonde flushes at being exposed, but gestures for Kirishima to fish it out of the drawer. “Yeah, I still got it.” He grumbles, tossing it to the nerd. “...I guess Icy-Hot can look too since he’ll technically still be involved.”

“So you’re okay with me watching then?” Todoroki asks as he ends up being the one to catch the book when Deku fumbles it and opens it curiously. Heterochromatic eyes widen when he realizes what he’s holding and stares at Bakugou in shock. “Is this a book of kinks?”

Bakugou flushes darker but nods in answer to both questions with a mumbled yeah as Kirishima grins proudly. “It’s made communication so much easier when bringing things up. I have my own list now, too.”

Todoroki seems to be in shock as Midoriya is now reading the open pages.

“Are those plans for an Endeavor cuckolding fic?” The greenette asks, immediately snapping his boyfriend back to the present.

“A WHAT?!” He yells, reading closer. “Endeavor gets exposed-already invested...Jeanist shows him how to-. Why are you writing porn about my dad?! ...Send it to me so I can return some of the trauma.” He mumbles, now invested in looking through the pages. “I assume the highlighters are the stoplight system?”

Bakugou nods, fiddling on his phone until Todoroki’s dings. “Yup. Shows what I like, am okay with, or curious about, and will not do under any circumstances. Sent.”

“Thank you. I will make sure to not read it first. You’re not okay with someone fucking Kirishima without you then?” Todoroki hums as he notices the kink is red.

“Mine.” Bakugou snarls.

“Fair enough.” The taller shrugs, turning the page. Midoriya is already reading half the book ahead, lifting the pages to see.

“I knew you were lying when you said you were fine after the slime quirk!” Deku cries out when Todoroki flips to Bondage.

“...No wonder you were feral during the sports festival. I’m sorry I judged you.” Todoroki frowns.

Bakugou just shrugs as Kirishima holds him closer. “I’m okay with some of it. It just requires a lot more preparation and boundaries.” He grumbles, surprising himself with how comfortable he is sharing this stuff.

The other two furrowed their brows but chose not to ask right now.

They went on reading, piping up when something piqued their interest.

“So praise and degradation?” Todoroki asks. “Am I allowed to talk then or would you prefer I stay quiet?”

Bakugou blinks, even more, surprised at how considerate the other is being before thinking about his question. “I never thought I’d be in this situation so I don’t know. I don’t know you well enough to have feelings for you, but your monotone is kind of relaxing… I’ll tell you if it’s making things weird. As I said your voice is relaxing so if you want to help with aftercare, I should be okay with that.”

“Relaxing.” Todoroki hums. “I will probably stick to praise if I feel the need to speak at all. I don’t know what Izu will be like so for all we know a balance might be needed.” He shrugs.

“I seriously don’t know why you’re so insistent that I’ll go feral.” Deku pouts. “I don’t go feral.”

Everyone in the room stares at him stone-faced. “What?!”

“Muscular,” Kirishima speaks up.

“Moonfish,” Bakugou adds.

“Literally tried to help Iida murder Stain.” Todoroki hums.

“Rescuing me at Kamino.” Bakugou.

“Once Eri decided to help, Overhaul stood no chance.” Kirishima laughs.

“Me during the sports festival.”

“What about-”

“Okay! I get it! I’ve gone feral before!” Midoriya isn’t even trying to hide his pout as the other laugh at him. “No cuddles for you.” He glares over his shoulder as he wiggles out of his boyfriend’s hold, earning a pained whine. “And you.” He points at Bakugou. “Better be ready to not walk.”

Bakugou turns scarlet and his palms crackle. “I’d like to see you try, Shitty Nerd.”

Something passes through Midoriya’s eyes, and Bakugou shivers when he realizes the hole he’s dug and he can’t wait.

“Challenge accepted.” The greenette smirks. “Friday after exams?”

“Sounds good to me.” Kirishima grins as Bakugou nods, refusing to speak out of embarrassment of what sound might leave.

“Works for me. Can tell father to get fucked...I hate that sentence after what I was just exposed to.” Todoroki sighs. “Not that my input is as important, but I really want to watch.”

“Awesome! Gives us a few days to think and talk more!” Midoriya grins, back to being a ball of sunshine, before smirking as he looks Bakugou in the eye. “Can’t wait.”

Midoriya pulls Todoroki after him as he leaves the room, door clicking behind them before Bakugou finally lets the strangled noise leave his throat.

“Are you trying to kill me, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou yells, flopping back on the bed and grabbing a pillow to scream into.

All Kirishima could do was laugh as he pulled Bakugou into a cuddle. “Come on, let’s relax before you subject me to studying hell.”

“You better not fucking think cuddles will get you out of it either! We finally got you into the top 10 and I’ll be damned if you drop out of it!” Bakugou snarls, even as he sinks into the redhead’s hold.

“I know, I know.” The redhead chuckles. “But cuddles now, JSL later.”

Bakugou puts up no further complaints.

~~~

“So he’s definitely goading us, right?” Midoriya asks the day before everything is supposed to happen.

All week, Bakugou had been bordering between being a complete brat and peak seduction, and Midoriya just wanted to make sure he wasn’t losing his mind for no reason.

“He gets like that whenever he wants to frustrate me so I’ll destroy him so yeah definitely, Midobro” Kirishima smirks as he takes a gear off his shoulder.

“How do you not have a constant boner?!” The greenette gapes quietly. “He’s even being nice to Sho and I think I caught them play flirting which is not a sight I thought would be so hot, and yet I had the urge to drag Sho away by his tie and have him tease me like that.”

Kirishima’s eyebrows shoot up as he let out a shocked laugh. “I haven’t seen that yet, but then again he’s been thinking about this since you were preteens so chances are you’re being tortured so you’ll return the favor. ...confirm that of course, but that’s my guess.”

Midoriya groans into his mouthguard. “You two might have to make do with Sho. I might die before tomorrow.”

The redhead could only laugh at the greenette’s suffering. “It’s one more day. He’s not going to let you die before he gets the chance to test your strength quirk.”

It’s at this exact moment that Bakugou chooses to walk past in nothing but his jockstrap, and Deku suddenly looks like he’s ready for Christmas with how fast his face flushes red, a strangled squeak leaving his lips.

He doesn’t miss the smirk that decorates the blonde’s, nor the heated look thrown over his shoulder.

“Oh, it’s on, Kacchan.” He smirks before turning back to the redhead. “It’s odd how feral he is being on the Ace-spectrum.”

Kirishima just blinks. “I thought for sure you’d already have notes upon notes about that sort of stuff already. I mean I have no room to talk because I had the same idea at the start, but bro, you’re the research nerd.”

Midoriya raises a brow while trying to figure out if he should feel insulted or not. “...Explain?”

“I thought the same way when we first got together and was tiptoeing around everything related to sex because I was terrified of making him uncomfortable and him leaving. That’s honestly the main reason I’m so grateful you two are so similar in your detailed notes and fanboy natures because he eventually got pissed at my ‘pussy footing’ as he called it, and just gave me what is basically a kink dictionary. Hell, Urban Dictionary would probably cry if they saw the level of detail in that thing. He eventually made another notebook on sexuality for me because I had a million questions that, despite writing porn, he was too embarrassed to answer.” Kirishima rambles as he starts getting back into his uniform. “Like, bro, you yourself just called it a spectrum and that’s exactly what it is. Some demis may be just as uninterested in sex as ace people, while others just need a strong foundation of trust before they’ll even entertain the idea. Then you have BakuBabe who’s the second one except he got his foundation and took off running.” He finishes, getting his tie in place.

Midoriya blinks, before looking thoughtful as he stands there in his boxers. “That makes sense. We were at war when he came out so I guess I just never got around to researching.” He nods resolutely before grinning. “Thanks, Kirishima.”

“No problem.” Kirishima gives a toothy smile. “Now go get your boyfriend off of mine. I know damn well mine started it, but I have no clue why yours is entertaining it.”

He laughs as Midoriya whips around to see the smirking duo with Todoroki having Bakugou crowded against the locker. “You’re not the only one who has a little shit for a boyfriend,” Deku grumbles as he goes to drag the two-toned boy away. “Why are you like this?”

“Is it riling you up?” Todoroki asks bluntly as he’s dragged to the toilets.

“I’m not answering something you know the answer to!” The greenette squeaks, choosing to ignore the smirk decorating his boyfriend’s face.

Kirishima and Bakugou meanwhile are cackling at the two.

“Why you gotta taunt him, Bakubabe?” Kirishima snickers.

“You know exactly why, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou laughs.

“Menace. Absolute menace.”

~~~

“FUCKING FINALLY!” Bakugou yells, stretching his arm behind his head as he and Kirishima entered the dorms after they were finally released for the year. They all had the weekend to relax before their spring break officially starts, but most were already heading out the doors.

“I never want to see a math equation ever again.” Kirishima groans, hanging deflated against Bakugou’s shoulders.

“Tch, it wasn’t that bad, drama king.” Bakugou tsks, opening the elevator doors.

“Easy for you to say,” Kirishima grumbles. “You’re stupidly smart.”

“I just work instead of complAi- AH!”

Bakugou’s banter was cut off as soon as they stepped out of the elevator, and Midoriya is standing there to slam him against the wall next to it. Todoroki is smirking behind him, obviously ready for the show.

“You, Kacchan, are a fucking ass.” Midoriya snarls, obviously frustrated.

Kirishima watches as the red of Bakugou’s eyes are swallowed by black even as he’s grinning like a maniac. “Fuck, Deku. I knew you were dumb, but it took you this long to figure that out?” he wasn’t done taunting the boy apparently.

“Big talk from a brat that’s been begging to be fucked stupid all week.” The normally shy boy growls and shit even Kirishima has to admit that is hot as he looks at Todoroki in shock.

The dual-quirk wielder seems to agree.

“HUH?! As if! I bet I won’t even be able to feel it, damn nerd!” Bakugou sneers. Ah, so he chose violence today.

“The only thing you won’t be feeling is your legs when I’m done with you. Finally make you scream my name for something other than jealousy for once, hm?”

“Ha! Who would ever be jealous of a weakling like you?!”

As they continue yelling sexual tension-laced insults at each other, Kirishima inches over to a very enthralled Todoroki. “I’m starting to wonder if I’m actually going to be able to get in there or if they’re just going to start clawing at each other before we even make it back to BakuBabe’s room.”

“I have no clue, but I’m going to need to ask Bakugou for some tips on how to get Izu like that,” Todoroki answers, not once taking his eyes off the two who have now started attacking each others' mouths. “Because that is really, really hot.”

Kirishima was used to aggressive blonde by now and knew his methods of getting attention without directly asking so nodded his head in understanding. "This happens at least once a month for me… though with a lot fewer insults obviously."

“I am rather relieved they’re not armed. I think they would have killed each other by now.”

“Don’t give them ideas- hey guys! We’re still in the hallway! Maybe get inside, first!” Kirishima panics when he hears a whine from Bakugou and notices Midoriya’s hand moving suspiciously.

All he gets in response is a groan, and he sighs. “Todoroki? Mind giving me a hand? ...Todoroki!”

Todoroki shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in and nods. “Yeah… let’s get them moved inside.”

The boys move closer and there is a brief scuffle trying to separate them, but eventually, they manage to separate them and drag them into Bakugou’s room. Bakugou clung to Kirishima as he was carried, kissing and sucking and biting along the redhead’s neck to provoke him. After the show they received, it was definitely working and it seemed Todoroki was getting a similar treatment as the two fought to dominate a kiss.

As soon as the door was closed, Kirishima threw his blonde on the bed and crowded him against the pillows.

"Fucking hell, Kat. Just how hard have you been pushing yourself to be this damn desperate to be fucked stupid?” Kirishima near growls as he looms over the squirming blonde.

“Just shut up and fuck me, idiots.” Bakugou snarls in response before pulling Kirishima down to devour each other.

There’s the sound of wood breaking when Bakuogou insults them before the blonde lets out a strangled whine and almost bucks Kirishima off of him as his back arches.

Kirishima looks down the blonde’s body to find a pissed-off Izuku had taken Bakugou down his throat in one go and was going at it like he was trying to suck the blonde’s soul out of his body and succeeding based on Bakugou’s reactions.

Izuku finally backed off with a pop as he glared up at Bakugou, still stroking the blonde’s length. “Do you really think you’re in any position to be throwing around insults when you’ve been acting desperate for our cocks all week? When I can finally put that mouth to better use than being a little bitch?”

Red eyes glare into green as Bakugou tries to hold in his sounds. “Fuck. You. Deku-Ahh!”

Bakugou hadn’t noticed Midoriya had gotten a hold of lube and now realizes the wood breaking noise was probably his nightstand but doesn’t have time to be mad as the greenette wiggles a finger inside him and draws a whine out of him.

“No, I think that will be the other way around,” Midoriya smirks as he draws his finger in and out, chuckling when he seems to brush the blonde’s prostate and draw out a grasp.

Bakugou snarls but is squirming for more friction. He whines again when Kirishima apparently gets bored of watching and starts devouring the blonde’s mouth and his fingers play with his nipples.

He cries out again when Midoriya once again takes him whole at the same time he adds a finger. Kirishima takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in the blonde’s mouth and swallow any further sound.

Kirishima’s quirk ripples down his back as Bakugou claws at him while trying to buck into Midoriya’s mouth and groaning when his hips are held down.

"Dammit! Move, Shitty Deku!" Bakugou snaps, choking on a moan when the only response he gets is another finger added and crying out when Kirishima moves down to start biting and sucking at his neck.

Kirishima smirks as he bites a particular spot by the blonde's ear and he arches in a way that positions the next thrust of Midoriya’s fingers on his prostate making him moan loudly now.

Midoriya pauses for a moment before it clicks what just happened and he smirks. "There it is, Kacchan."

The blonde just groans, already knowing what's about to happen, but still can't stop his sounds as the greenette begins abusing that spot; massaging it with every pass and making the other's knees feel like jelly.

Bakugou squirms, trying to get any of the friction he needs but the nerd and his stupid observation skills seem to have already figured out just how to make the stimulation too much but not enough to give him any release.

He decides to switch targets when Kirishima made his way down to the blonde's chest and pulls on red-dyed locks. He cries out when this causes a particularly rough bite to his left pec and the redhead attacks his mouth once more.

There's a surprised whine to accompany his annoyed groan, but he's only annoyed for a second as he realizes the hair-pulling had the desired effect and Kirishima has pulled Deku's mouth off the blonde's cock by green curls.

Bakugou has to wonder for a moment just what Todoroki and Deku have been doing because the pulling of the greenette’s hair caused the exact opposite effect. Gone was the cocky fierceness as he stared at the others with his pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open, and his tongue lolled out, small pleading noises leaving his throat.

The other two glance at an obviously painfully turned-on Todoroki in amusement.

"Uh, I think we broke him, Todorbro?" Kirishima snickers.

"Yeah, I've trained him well. Let go of his hair and probably get them bickering again." Todoroki smirks, trying to be sneaky about palming himself through his pants.

"Just jerk off normally if you're gonna sit there and watch, dumbass!" Bakugou snapped at the heterochromatic boy sitting backward on his desk chair.

Kirishima meanwhile had let go of green curls and was kissing some sense back into the other boy. He regained some of his bearings just in time to hear the insult thrown at his boyfriend and was quick to jump to his defense, smacking the blonde's ass with a glare.

"None of that, fucking brat," Midoriya growls, smirking when Bakugou yelps and whines needily. "We are not shit-talking my already emotionally scarred boyfriend."

"Bakubabe, no. I know what you're thinking, and it’s too far." Kirishima sighs, seeing the smirk trying to form on the blonde's face.

"Physically scarred, too." Todoroki chimes in, making Bakugou cackle and the other two groan.

"Read my damn mind, Icy-Hot!" Bakugou snickers.

"My brother suggested using humor for the trauma. 'Laugh away the pain or at the very least at the horror on others' faces.'" The two-toned boy shrugged, a smirk of his own twitching at the corner of his mouth.

"Sho, no." Izuku sighs. "Please stop listening to the villain."

"That one was Natsuo, actually."

Bakugo burst out laughing again at the frustrated groan this drags from the greenette, but yelps when this earns him another slap on the ass. "Dammit, Deku!"

This just earns him a glare, but nothing more which just frustrates the blonde more.

He looks to Kirishima for any kind of help, but the redhead just looks amused.

‘Fucker.’ Bakugou glares, thinking for a second before smirking. “Are you gonna fucking do something you damn nerd or should we switch out for your boyfriend there?” He grins.

Midoriya glares down at the brat. “Kirishima? He’s your brat, do you want front or back?”

Kirishima laughs at Midoriya falling right into the blonde’s hands but pretends to think about it. “I mean, I think you’ve been wanting to shut him up for a while now.”

Izuku smirks in return. “Oh, you have no idea.” He chuckles darkly, grabbing Bakugou’s chin. “Gonna make him choke on it.”

“Ha! I’d like to see you trY! Ah~! Fucking cheater!” The blonde moans as the greenette starts stroking him again to silence him.

“Yup.” Izuku hums smugly before his arms flex and he flips the blonde onto his stomach before pulling his hips and bringing him up to his knees.

Bakugou attempts to choke down his moan at being manhandled, not wanting to give his rival the satisfaction as the Christmas-haired duo move around him; Kirishima moving behind him and Izuku in front of him. He doesn’t have as much luck with the next sound as Kirishima apparently decides to lean down and lick at the access lube leaking from his ass and wiggle his tongue inside causing the blonde to cry out.

Izuku takes advantage of the blonde’s now open mouth to pull his head up by his hair and slip inside, groaning when Bakugou’s moan vibrates up his length. “Shiiit.”

Bakugou chokes a little but does his best to swallow and breathe through his nose. Deku isn’t as long as Kirishima, but he is thicker and the blonde’s jaw aches as he tries to accommodate the unfamiliar stretch, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.

The sight is enough to make Midoriya throb which draws another moan from the already shaking blonde. Midoriya inches forward more, trying to fit the rest down the blonde’s throat and having trouble controlling himself when the heat swallows and tightens around him. He doesn’t even need to look up to know when Kirishima starts sliding in, he can tell by the drawn-out moan that races up his cock. “Fuck, Kacchan!”

During this, Kirishima had spent some time taking Bakugou apart with his tongue, but when the blonde’s legs start shaking and he sits up, the glimpse of tears forming in red eyes makes him decide he can’t wait any longer and he lines himself up to sink in. He can’t help but smirk when he realizes he caught the two off guard and the greenette curses. “Tight isn’t he?”

“Hot, too.” Izuku groans, gripping blonde locks harder as he thrusts forward more.

“Wait ‘til you feel back here.” Kirishima smirks, smacking the blonde’s ass and getting another moan from both.

“Tap system for safe signals?” The greenette hums.

“Snap system. I can’t always feel the taps when hardened.” Kirishima explains, working himself in ‘til the hilt.

Midoriya opens his mouth, but Todoroki cuts him off, knowing the look in his eyes. “You can play 20 Questions after, Izu.”

Midoriya pouts but relents. “How do you want to do this? In sync? Back and forth? Or just fuck him onto me like a cock sleeve?”

Bakugou moans beneath them as they decide his fate like he’s not even there, and silently begs for the last one, just wanting to be used.

Kirishima hums, pretending to think, but really observing the blonde’s reactions. He groans when Bakugou tightens around him at the end of Midoriya’s questioning. “I don’t think he wants to be able to explain why he’s limping tomorrow.”

Izuku smirks. “That can be arrAnged! Shit!”

Bakugou moans in anticipation before gagging slightly when Deku accidentally thrusts his hips but he doesn’t try to get away just swallows to adjust.

“Hold on then, Midobro.” Kirishima snickers with a sharp-toothed smirk as he slowly pulls almost all the way out, reveling in how Bakugou whines before starting a brutal pace that lurches the blonde onto the greenette’s cock with each thrust, Midoriya pushing Bakugou back every time Kirishima pulls out so he can be forced back down.

Bakugou does his best to keep his throat relaxed as he was stretched from both ends but still gags around the girth occasionally which only makes the greenette go harder as the blonde’s throat flutters around him.

Tears were streaming freely from the blonde’s eyes at this point but he made no move to stop the activities as the other two continue to use him as their fuck toy. Every time the redhead would brush his prostate, it ripped a moan from somewhere low in his throat which in turn would make the abuse to his throat rougher and cause him to clench around Kirishima’s length which would just spur him on more as well.

Bakugou could tell when Deku was getting close as his thrusts grew erratic and made it hard for the blonde to time his breathing, making him light-headed and causing his throat to further spasm around the greenette’s already sensitive head. It doesn’t take long at all before Izuku is spilling down the blonde’s throat and pulling out slowly to smear him cum across the other’s tongue.

An absolutely ruined groan leaves Bakugou’s throat, and the sight apparently leaves Todoroki in a similar state as he tries to hold back his own orgasm and gives Bakugou an idea. He leaves his mouth to hang open so Deku can see his cum collected there as he motions for Todoroki to come closer.

The dual-colored boy is understandably confused but is too strung out to question it as he rolls himself over on the chair, not trusting himself to stand. Bakugou gives him the hand signal for ‘Trust me?’ that they learned in hero training, and Todoroki nods before he is pulled into a kiss by his half-open shirt. His eyes widen in shock, but he makes no move to pull away and instead kisses back, moaning low when he realizes Bakugou is using the kiss to swap Izu’s cum into his mouth and he grabs the blonde’s hair to kiss and lick into his mouth like a starving man.

Bakugou doesn’t object as he uses the other for support as Kirishima continues to pound into him, somehow managing to go harder at the sight in front of him and Bakugou’s thighs tremble in their effort to hold him up.

Izuku. meanwhile, is leaning against the headboard to catch his breath, and is staring at the sight dumbfounded, his spent cock trying to twitch in interest.

“Fuck, Kat!” Kirishima all but growls as he snaps his hips to smack against the blonde’s firm ass. He knew there was a possibility Bakugou would allow the half and half boy to get involved, but he thought it would be from afar, and even if it included touching, didn’t think it would be this hot as he sees a white string of cum laden spit connect their mouths when they break for air.

“AHhhh~! Ei! Too much! Hurry! Please!” Bakugou croaks, clinging to Todoroki’s half-opened shit as the only thing keeping him from collapsing onto the bed.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fu-Ah~! KAt!” Kirishima all but roars as he buries himself to the hilt and surges forward to bite into already prettily scarred shoulders, cumming hard into his whimpering blonde.

Bakugou practically sobs as his vision whites out at the feeling of being filled and cums across his stomach and bedsheets, some even managing to make it onto Todoroki’s pants as he collapses into the taller, panting boy.

Moments later, Bakugou starts to come back to himself when he feels a cool hand wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Still with us?” A soft monotone hums.

Bakugou whimpers, but nods an affirmative, moving the cold hand to just cover his face and help bring him back. “Stelin yer boifrnd, Dku.” He mumbles into the palm. (Stealing your boyfriend, Deku.)

“How does he have any sass left in him?” Midoriya scoffs at Kirishima.

“He just had the brilliant idea to swap your cum into Todobro’s mouth, nothing surprises me with him anymore.” Kirishima laughs, pulling out slowly and cooing at the whimper it causes. “Shh, you’re alright, Bakubabe.”

“Twu empty (Too empty),” Bakugou complains.

“Aren’t you sensitive though, baby?” Kirishima chuckles fondly, reaching over to play with blonde locks.

“Streshed. Wanna ve full. (Stressed. Wanna be full.)”

“Hmmm, what do you think Midobro? Able to fill him while I catch my breath?”

Midoriya glances down at his spit-covered half-chub, and strokes it experimentally, wincing a bit in over sensitivity but nodding. “Could use some help but probably?”

“If he’s okay with it, I might be able to help?” Todoroki offers, pulling his hand away from the blonde enough to see his face. “What do you think?”

Bakugou grumbles in annoyance when the cool hand leaves his face, but considers for a moment before nodding. “You saw the book too so you know what not to do.”

“I’ll make sure not to.” Todorki agrees before manhandling Bakugou into the position he wants so the other two have a full view of the blonde’s leaking hole. This also incidentally leaves Bakugou’s face forced into split-colored pubes and a dick comparable to Eijirou’s in length and thicker next to his face. “You can ignore it if you want. I’ll just use Izu later assuming he has the energy.”

Bakugou is grateful for the lack of pressure and hums in appreciation. “No wonder the nerd is so cock stupid.”

Todoroki chuckles before reaching down and spreading the blonde’s cheeks open to reveal his hole further, some of Eijirou’s cum dribbling out at the action.

The other groan at the sight, Izuku already stroking a little faster now after retrieving the lube once more.

“Shit .” He cursed as Todoroki scooped that lube back up, and used it to start fingering the blonde’s ass himself, making sure to scissor him open nice and wide so the other two could get a good view and to occasionally move his own hips so Bakugou couldn’t use them to hide his desperate whines.

“Come on, Bakugou. If you continue doing that, they won’t be able to hear your pretty sounds.” Todoroki hums, smirking slightly when this gets a moan from the blonde.

“So long.” Bakugou mumbles, thrusting his hips back to meet the heterochromatic boy’s fingers.

“So Izuku says.” Todoroki nods, demonstrating by wiggling them deeper until he finds the spot that makes Bakugou cry out and continues to rub the bundle of nerves, drawing more and more whines and moans from once again desperate blonde.

“Ah, fuck, Icy-Hot! Fuck! Too much! Too much! Ahh~! Ple-” He almost manages to drag a plead out of the blonde, but Bakugou catches himself and decides to busy his mouth by dropping it as far onto Todoroki’s cock as it will go, not caring when the other instinctively bucks into his mouth and he gags a little.

“Shit. That desperate to not beg for it, huh?” Todoroki hisses out as he tries to keep his hips still. “I thought your quirk was in your hands, why is your mouth so hot?” He’s failing.

Luckily, Bakugou is much more prepared this time as he relaxes his throat and lets the other work into his mouth little by little, still abusing his oversensitive prostate all the while and making him moan.

Midoriya, meanwhile, is back at full hardness. Oversensitive, sure, but nothing Todoroki hasn’t put him through before. He crawls over to where his boyfriend is knuckle-deep in his rival’s ass and lines the head of his cock up alongside the fingers. He groans low as he slides in next to them and his boyfriend curses from the blonde crying out around his dick.

“Shit, Izu. You’re gonna break the poor boy.” Todoroki hisses out as Bakugou starts trembling in sensitivity.

“Good,” Midoriya smirks, and Bakugou moans again, knowing he’s about to be ruined. “Move your fingers, Sho. I’m going to use 1%.”

Bakugou whines around Todoroki’s cock as he does as he’s told and Izuku bottoms out. Both let him adjust to being so stuffed on both sides as Todoroki finally helps work him down to bury his nose in his pube before they even think of starting.

“Are you okay with me fucking your mouth, or do you just want to cock warm?” Todoroki asks.

Bakugou hums, thinking before holding up one finger for the first option.

“Shit, Kacchan. Just how much did you overwork yourself.” Midoriya wonders aloud.

The blonde’s only response is to flip him off which gives Deku all the incentive he needs to power up and pull all the way back out before slamming back in, and making the other all but scream around his boyfriend’s cock.

Todoroki grips blonde hair harshly in response before following his boyfriend’s lead in roughly fucking the blonde’s throat.

Tears prick at Bakugou’s eyes once more as he works on breathing through his nose, but it’s difficult when the air is being knocked out of him from behind, and Izuku is using those godforsaken observation skills of his to find his prostate almost immediately and nail it almost every time.

He lets out another choked cry when wet heat closes around his cock, and he realizes Kirishima is laying under him and letting his cock be fucked into his mouth with just enough grip to be too much, but not nearly enough to bring him near the edge.

Bakugou rests his arms around Todoroki’s waist for some form of stability as he’s used from every direction, and he thinks he might lose his mind and he cries in overstimulation.

At some point, his mind begins to feel like cotton and he goes into autopilot, throat completely relaxing and ass clenching around each pass as the perfect little cock sleeve even as he claws at Todoroki’s back.

Eventually, he cums into Kirishima’s mouth, making the redhead moan before he’s being dragged out by Midoriya who pulls him up into a sloppy kiss, licking into his sharped toothed mouth to get a taste of his childhood friend.

“Fuuuck~” Midoriya groans, lighting pattern around his body growing unnoticeably brighter as he slips into 2% and Bakugou’s fucked out noises turn into sobs of pleasure.

The added stimulation is what has Todoroki cumming hard down Bakugou’s throat minutes later, and he groans in a mixture of arousal and over sensitivity as the blonde swallows it all with a moan. He rests, slummed against the chair for a moment to catch his breath before he carefully attempts to remove Bakugou from his softening length, only to be met with protests. He’s confused by this until he looks down and sees the unfocused look in the tear-filled eyes staring up at him and realizes the blonde might be in subspace.

‘Oh.’ Todoroki thinks as he pets through blonde locks instead. “Do you want to cock warm until they’re done?” He whispers.

It takes Bakugou a moment and Todoroki opens his mouth to repeat the question, but before he does he gets a small happy hum between his other desperate noises and bobs his head in a nod.

Todoroki winces at the continued stimulation, but damn him if he isn’t weak for a happy sub. “Okay, you can stay.” He hums, continuing to pet the blonde’s hair.

Bakugou eventually gives another happy hum when Todoroki’s words finally process before letting his throat relax once more as the greenette continues to use his ass.

“I think he went under,” Todoroki informs the other two who were still fiercely making out while Midoriya pounded into the blonde.

Kirishima perks at this, pulling away from Midobro to crawl over and see Kat’s fucked out and relaxed face. “Aw, baby.” Kirishima smiles, doing his best to kiss the blonde’s forehead with Todoroki’s stomach acting as an obstacle. “Yeah, he’s going to need a lot of cuddles.”

“KaA-Kacchan’s under?” Midoriya pants, nearing the edge.

“He whined when I tried to take him off my cock. Is he usually like this?”

“Yeah, he’ll probably want plugged until he comes back if that’s okay with you?” Kirishima smiles fondly, carding his fingers through the side of Bakugou’s hair.

“Plugged?” Midoriya squeaks before groaning. “Shit! AAAaaaH~!” He all but roars as he buries himself to the hilt and cums hard inside his rival.

Kirishima takes that as a yes, going to the closet and coming back barely a minute later with a sizeable plug, lubing it up. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Ye-yeah.” Midoriya pants.

“Do you want plugged, baby?” Kirishima coos to Bakugou.

It takes a moment for the question to process but the blonde whines, nodding as best he can with cock in his mouth.

Kirishima chuckles, shuffling behind him as Midoriya pulls out, slipping the lubed-up plug in the sloppy hole before much can escape. “There you go, baby.”

Bakugou whines, wiggling his ass a little and realizing it’s the one with the long, fluffy tail he can cuddle and play with and he hums happily.

Todoroki hisses again before looking to Kirishima for help. “Can I take him off now?”

There’s another whine, but Kirishima nods. “I’m honestly surprised he even wanted to do that since he hates being gagged in any way. Probably best to not still be in his throat when he starts coming to though.”

“The slime incident?” Midoriya asks from where he’s collapsed on the pillows, catching his breath.

“Yup.” Kirishima nods.

Todoroki looks confused for only a second before he remembers a note in the book from bondage and his eyes widen in internal panic that he may have messed up somehow.

Izuku notices immediately by the way the heterochromatic boy stiffens. “I heard you give him and out and he chose to do that. Kirishima probably just means it’s best not to be like that when he’s still kind of out of it in case it triggers something. If you still feel bad you can apologize when he comes back to himself, but you freaking out will only make it worse for him.”

Kirishima frowns before understanding. “Oh! Yeah, Todobro. I was just referring to the weird between states. He should be totally okay, but if it will make you feel better to apologize, I’m sure he’ll appreciate that extra respect for his boundaries. Even out of it, you wouldn’t have been able to make him do anything he didn’t want to. We’d be treating burn injuries right now if you tried.”

Their reassurance did help him at least not panic, but he was still frowning. “I-...I think I’ll do that. I would like my friend to trust me.”

“Whatever works for you.” Kirishima grins. “But he also wouldn’t have invited near the bed if he didn’t have some level of trust for you already so I’m sure you’re fine.”

Todoroki nods before petting blonde locks until the stubborn suction around his cock releases and he can pull the blonde off of him.

Bakugou whines but quickly curls up in Kirishima’s lap when pulled into a hug.

Todoroki and Midoriya look at each other, trying to figure out what to do before seeming to reach a conclusion as Midoriya takes off his shirt and Todoroki melts some ice to make the shirt into a sort of damp washcloth. They hand it to Kirishima who blinks in awe before giving the other two a big grin.

“Well, that’s handy.” He chuckles, beginning to wipe Bakugou down some so he’s not grossed out and annoyed when he comes back down.

“Clean up is so freaking easy when your boyfriend can just make water.” Midoriya laughs. “Do you want me to just pick him up and carry him to to the bath?”

“Not yet.” Kirishima shakes his head. “He’s just gonna want cuddles right now… Todoroki if you want to bring your warm side over here and just talk about anything, I know he said your voice was soothing.”

Todoroki hesitates, still feeling guilty, but decides to trust the blonde’s boyfriend and does as he’s told, helping Kirishima rearrange them so Bakugou can be curled into the human heater, the warm hand resting on what is sure to be a sore back later.

Eventually, Midoriya slinks over as well and they form a little cuddle pile around the blonde, whispering, and cooing to get happy noises out of him. After about half an hour, clarity begins to return to red eyes, and the blonde yawns.

“Wha habend? (What happened?)” Bakugou slurs, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“You dipped into subspace, baby.” Kirishima whispers, still petting blonde locks. “Feel better?”

“Mhmm.” Bakugou hums, curling further into the muscled space heater next to him. “Thang you.”

“Any time, baby.” Kirishima kisses his cheek.

“Should I now?” Todoroki whispers awkwardly.

“If you want?” Kirishima nods.

The dual-haired boy nods. “Bakugou?”

“Mhmm?”

“Sorry about the cockwarming thing. I know your book said you don’t like gagged and you were out of it, and I know you did it ourself, but-”

“You’ve been dating Deku too long.” Bakugou cuts him off yawning. “Stop rambling. It’ okay. You gave me the option not to, and I chose to...Thank you though, but stop panicking.”

Todoroki blinks, ignoring Izuku’s offended huff but gives a small smile. “If you’re sure.”

“Positive. Now shush. More human heating pad.”

“Is that all I am to people?”

“Yup.” Bakugou and Izuku quip in unison, Izuku bursting out laughing as his boyfriend pouts.

“Brats. The both of you.” Kirishima laughs, kissing his boyfriend again before kicking the soiled blanket away and pulling away long enough to reach under the bed for a clean one. “Come on, I don’t think he’s going to stay awake long enough to clean him right now. Naptime.”

With that, they all arranged themselves so Bakugou had contact with everyone and drifted to sleep, all thoroughly fucked out, but more than willing to try that again.

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i got you (ccg universe)

words: 2,757 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (anon request): would loooove to read your take on reader x protective austin. notes: this is part of the ‘coffee cart girl’ universe but can be read alone. masterlist on my sidebar! :) warnings: some uncomfortable situations tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell, @gigisworldsstuff

Despite the Elvis filming ending, that does not mean life completely settles down. There are interviews, events, dinners, things Austin is automatically invited to and included on and…by being his girlfriend, it makes you his continuous plus-one. And while that’s definitely something to get used to, you don’t exactly hate the vibe that the title carries whatsoever. You don’t go to everything but it’s nice to be included? Thought of—seen. There’s a space slowly being carved in Austin’s life where you can definitely fit. Especially with this whole movie script thing happening for yourself, you’re both figuring out how to manage your lives again, things are exploding in a good way…but it doesn’t mean it’s not a bit chaotic.

Leaving an audition building, you take in a deep breath as you pull your phone out of your coat pocket, your text message thread with Austin still open. You tap on his profile picture to call him, walking slowly down the street as the line trills. A soft smile tugs the corners of your mouth as he answers,

“’Lo?”

Your face pulls together in a wince, you didn’t realize how late it was, “Shit did I wake you?”

He clears his throat and you can picture him shaking his head with that boyish look he has, half asleep, scrubbing his fingers through his hair. It’s adorable to think about for sure,

“No, I was just dozin’.” And that’s a complete lie but okay, “How’d it go?”

You hum, your head tipping back slightly towards the sky as your boots click on the pavement, “It was incredible—I mean, nerve wracking at the same time? You’re essentially finding a person to represent your thoughts and words and just…everything you’ve put into characters and their development together,”

You shake your head because you’re rambling. Austin’s obviously been through the interview process before and the auditions that come after that. He knows exactly what you’re talking about…and yet, it’s so different coming from your end. Writing a script, watching people actually want to fill the role. You’ve got a great producer who loves your work, an even better boyfriend who believes in you—it’s just hard to imagine that it’s all coming down to actually happening.

A movie of your script. Never would have thought that when you decided to run coffee on the set of Elvis. You know you’re lucky and that Austin helped a lot when it came to editing the script and reaching out to someone you could share your work with but…you’re also trying to lean into something he’s told you countless times: you deserve it.

“It’s surreal,” You finish with a laugh and Austin hums in response, you can hear the smile in the tone of his voice without even having to see him.

“M’proud of you.”

You smile, your stomach fluttering at the sentiment. You can’t wait to come home to him, crawl into bed, allowing him to draw you close and into a kiss. Perfect way to end a wonderful day. “Thank you.” It’s almost a whisper, something so genuine and intimate that it’s difficult to share outloud over the phone.

“I’ll be there in about ten, okay?”

Frowning and slowly coming to a stop, you shake your head, “Austin, I’m practically to the subway—you don’t have to pick me up.”

“Well walk back,” There’s some shuffling on his end of the phone, most likely making sure he has everything including a wallet and car keys, “It’s late Y/N, I don’t want you takin’ the subway.”

There’s this double-edged sword in which you want to tell Austin you’ve been taking the subway since you were a teenager and that it’s not a big deal—by the time he makes it down here to pick you up, you’d be home already. At the same time, your heart warms at the protective gesture.

Sighing dramatically, you turn to face the direction you just came from. “You want me to walk back?”

You can hear the ghost of a smile in his voice, “I want you to walk back,” He confirms, “We can find an ice cream shop still open on the way home—or grab a late-night pizza, whatever you want.”

Raising your eyebrows, you begin wandering back towards the audition building, switching your phone from one ear to the other, “Are you bribing me?”

“Definitely.”

A soft, amused laugh leaves your lips, “See you soon.” Before you end the call.

Regardless that it’s been a long day and you just want to be home, you’re touched by the fact that even though you woke Austin up and he has an equally busy day tomorrow to get rest for, he wants to make sure you’re safe. A smile tugs the corners of your mouth, shaking your head as you look down at your phone and tap the ‘Find a Friend’ app—he’s already on his way. And okay, you definitely wouldn’t say no to pizza, he knows you.

It doesn’t take long before you’re lingering outside the audition building, tipping your head back to look up at the structure. You still can’t believe all of this is happening—the fact that you not only wrote something that other people are compelled by but that it’s going to be filmed. And honestly? you’re not expecting some sort of box-office hit, you’re just honored that it’ll be in theaters and seen.

Austin’s support has been everything. That’s what really matters to you.

You tug on the handle of the building but it’s locked, which you assumed, so you lean against the brick and check your phone again. Eight minutes out. Humming to yourself, you look through social media (briefly, that’s still not something you’re used to) before putting your phone away. The street is pretty empty for the most part, except there’s this guy walking down across the way. Business suit, tall, blonde. Something inside of you makes you avert your eyes, one of those innate things women sometimes learn automatically when it’s dark and you’re alone in public. The only thing that makes you look up is the sound of footsteps getting closer.

This guy is crossing the street. You swallow, straightening your shoulders, trying not to look directly at him but he’s approaching you,

“Excuse me, you know where Grand Street is?”

Clearing your throat, you lean up off the building slightly, “Uh, I think it’s down two blocks.” You motion with your arm in the other direction, where he’s come from, which…doesn’t make you feel any easier.

He hums and nods, looking down the street and then back at you. His eyes definitely sweep over your form. “Waiting for an Uber?”

There’s this chill that dips into your stomach from the question alone, “Boyfriend. He’ll be here any minute.”

He smiles and there’s this moment where you think he might back off but he takes a step into your personal space, which causes you to take a step back right into the audition building. “I could wait with you; this isn’t the best area to be alone.”

You have no idea what possesses people to think like this and you can’t help but wonder what kind of man he is—does he have a family? Siblings? Did he happen upon you and see you alone and figured he could get away with something? Or was he out scoping the area just looking for someone he could harass? Either way, panic surges in your bloodstream. You attempt to get your phone out and walk away,

“He’s actually around the corner, goodnight.”

Before you can even take a step in the other direction, he grabs your shoulder, hard, and forces you against the brick which digs into your back. Your phone fumbles right out of your hand and clatters to the sidewalk. The thing is, you’ve taken self-defense classes before—you know how to kick, to throw a punch, what to do if someone pins you, and yet you feel utterly defenseless. Everything you’ve learned right out the window.

“You know, I was nothing but nice.” This guy snaps, suddenly all the supposed charm washed away from his voice.

There’s an attempt to push him away but he’s taller, stronger, can more easily manipulate your body against the brick wall. A strangled cry leaves your throat and all you can think about is the fact that he hasn’t hit you yet because one punch will knock you out, you know it. And Austin, he floods your senses in such a way that you almost cry out for him.

“Stop!” You screech, pulling at his suit and manage to rip a button off.

“You bitch, that was expensive.” He squeezes your arms so hard, definitely will be bruises, a choked cry escaping your throat as his leg slips in-between yours, forcing your knees apart.

His hand is moving and you panic, start clawing at him, anything you can—

A screech of car tires, suddenly the weight is gone, he’s pulled back from you. You can barely see through your teary blurred vision even though instinctively you know exactly who it is. Austin throws a punch, something hard that cracks, and the guy in the suit stumbles to the pavement.

“Get the fuck out of here.” Austin snaps, “Now.”

There’s a brief moment where the guy considers the opposite but he takes one look at you, spits blood from his mouth onto the pavement, and turns to briskly walk away.

Austin is quick to turn towards you, his complete demeanor changing as he gently touches your shoulders, “Hey look at me,” He cups your chin, running his thumb along your cheek, “You okay?”

The question is so simple and yet when you look up into those blue eyes of his you just burst into tears, the dam breaks wide open. There are the remnants of fear there but also just complete relief that he’s here, that you’re okay. Austin wraps his arms around you, drawing you into his chest and holding you as tight as he can without hurting you. The force of you clutching onto him almost knocks him a step back and he takes a deep breath in through his nose.

“Shh,” He whispers, stroking through your hair, “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

Pressing a kiss to your hairline, he draws back just enough to help you walk to the car.

The car ride and walk into the apartment is quiet, Austin doesn’t try to ask questions or pry, just allowing you to soak into your thoughts and feel whatever you’re feeling. You appreciate it but at the same time, you almost wish he’d distract you. You know you’re teetering this line of…feeling so ridiculous and ashamed for allowing this thing to happen to you, especially since you’d almost boasted about being able to take the subway without any issues, and on the other hand—it could have been so much worse? So why are you so shaken up?

Yet at the same time, you understand that…stupid and pointless shit like this happens to women all the time and you can own your emotions—that you’re scared, still trembling, trying not to cry anymore. You shed your shoes and your jacket, feet padding against the tile as you make your way to the bathroom. There’s a large part of you that wants to close the door, hide, shut Austin out but you don’t. Can’t. Running a hand over your face, you glance at yourself in the mirror—a mess, bloodshot eyes, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed. Grabbing a washcloth, you run it under warm water before washing your face, Austin leaning against the bathroom doorjamb, soft eyes on you.

“I don’t need to hear ‘I told you so’.” You mumble, sniffling. You toss the washcloth to the side where the hamper is and you can feel rather than see Austin tense up because,

“Y/N, you know I’d never say that.” He gently reaches for your arm, fingers wrapping around your wrist. You hate that you wince, a kneejerk reaction moreso than pain.

Swallowing you turn towards him, not quite looking into his eyes, instead reaching for the fabric of his shirt to play with between your fingers. A grounding point for yourself—you’re unsure if you want to shower or just…crawl directly into bed and not get out for a little while. Maybe both.

Austin runs his hands along your arms, carefully, moving to tug your shirt over your head. You don’t protest, allowing him to set the fabric aside on the sink. You’re not looking in the mirror, but instead at your boyfriend’s face, and you can tell with the hardness like ice in the blue of his eyes and the tightness of his jaw that you must be beginning to bruise.

“Doesn’t hurt too bad,” You lie and Austin shakes his head, looking like he could hit that guy all over again.

Speaking of, you pick up one of his hands and run your thumb along the knuckles, pressing a kiss right above them. Nothing a warm washcloth won’t fix and then an icepack overnight. You have a feeling that his knuckles are the least of Austin’s concerns.

There are a few silent moments shared here, Austin picking up another washcloth and soaking it in cool water to ghost over the red marks on your arms and you decide a shower can come tomorrow, you just want to sleep. The whole late-night pizza thing kinda got derailed anyways and your stomach is in knots.

Putting lotion on afterwards, Austin brings you in one of his t-shirts to change into from the bedroom, lingering in a way that’s comforting. You change your clothes, taking your bra off and sliding the soft material of the shirt up and over your head. You swallow, pulling your hair out from underneath the fabric before rubbing the back of your neck.

“I just stood there.” You blurt out and his eyebrows draw together.

“Hmm?”

“Like I—” You shake your head, eyes flickering up to Austin’s, “I’ve taken self-defense classes and if you hadn’t been there,” Or had been five minutes later, “I just stood there.”

“Hey,” Austin’s voice is concerned and warm, reaching for you with it along with his hands, “It’s not your fault, alright?” A choked sound leaves your lips that sounds a little bit like a laugh because how can you not feel responsible for that? Even though deep down you know Austin’s right. Those classes are never quite like the real thing happening to you.

Austin breathes out, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. He runs his thumbs along your cheekbones, leaning down to press several kisses along your face—jawline, nose, forehead, cheeks, before pulling you close. His arms wrap around your shoulders, creating a cage against his body. You can’t help but close your eyes, breathing in the comforting scent you associate with him—sandalwood and something distinctly Austin.

“I got you,” He says against the shell of your ear, pressing another kiss directly below.

You nod your head, squeezing him, allowing yourself to slip into the warm safety of his embrace.

When nightmares visit you that night, and they’re worse than you can possibly imagine, Austin utters the same thing. You’re pulling at the sheets as you twist and turn, a small whimper leaving your lips as Austin wakes up and gently touches your side—

Jerking awake, you squirm away from his touch, breathing heavily in the dark, fingers dragging the sheets into your fists,

“Y/N, just a nightmare,” He murmurs, voice caked with sleep. There’s a distant feeling of guilt from waking him but right now you’re just trying to get your heartbeat to stop hammering in your ears. Running your hands over your face, you turn to face him, Austin’s hands running through your hair to pull it away from your skin.

“Just a nightmare.” Austin whispers, drawing you close with a squeeze of your hip.

Swallowing you nod, wiping underneath your right eye where one tear falls. You allow yourself to be drawn closer, fitting against his chest, under his chin. Your eyes fall closed with a sniffle, arm stretching around his slim waist and breathing him in, settling yourself.

“I got you.” He assures again, drawing circles into your back, breath warm along the shell of your ear. You memorize the calm pattern of his breathing, helping you with your own.

You believe him and it eventually lulls you back to sleep.

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