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justatypicalwizard · 2 years ago

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Rough and new | bakugo | part two

✦ Summary: You meet a new and interesting creature that seems to share your curiosity. Both of you have motives to your actions that turn out to be vastly different.

✦ Warnings: mer!Bakugo, fem!reader, adult reader, smut(ish) content due to the curcumstances of the story do not expect full smut, dubcon

Minors do not interact

Humans are specific, very weird in their actions and customs yet, like every other creature in the world, they deserve respect. Some mers know a lot about humans just as some humans know a lot about mers but on a daily basis the sea specimens don’t really care for the two-legged. They were always present in the world and that’s just it.

Due to that, humans were never really present in Bakugo’s mind. He never anticipated he would become so attached to one of them.

It was a peaceful day of hunting, guarding and all of the other shit he has to do for the colony. The dynamic of the group he’s in fluctuates easily. It’s a mixed group of mers, which in his mother’s opinion is healthier than living in a similarity-exclusive one. Because of that the mers living in this place are of all colours and shapes. Because of that he was also destined for a certain role. His mother taught him, from the very beginning, how to be a warrior, a tough and resistant one. At a very young age he picked his weapon- a sword.

Now he was sitting on a rock next to the main gate of his group habitat. It was hard to give a proper name for places like this. Mers mostly availed what the natural landscape gave them, building their homes from what they found. Bakugo’s home was situated in an underwater cave hideout. The undetermined and rough shape of its inside has been softened by decorations, lamps and various different signs of family life. Yeah, the whole group of mers was mostly like a big family. Smaller caves, often connected to others by winding tunnels and corridors, were occupied by single mers or families. Elders and adults spent their time educating the younger, pursuing the groups history by painting murals or telling stories or just simply scolding the youth for their dubious games and horrific lifestyle. The stronger ones went hunting or guarded the main, and a few smaller gates. Pup’s swam everywhere when it was not lesson time playing the, earlier mentioned, dubious games.

Bakugo rested his back on the stone grumbling to himself out of boredom. He was well aware of how important keeping guard was. Even though nothing happened to their hideout for years it didn’t mean they could underestimate what the sea hid beneath its dark waters. As important as the job is, it is also painfully boring. Sitting with his sword sheathed on his back he looked at Kiri situated on the other side of the gate. The redheaded mer swung a heavy war hammer in his hands, back and forth. Ditching the designated sitting spot for a guard, Bakugo swam to his friend.

‘’Whatcha doin’ Katsuki?’’ Kiri’s soft yet masculine voice rang through the silent, slightly too loud.

‘’You saw me for the last thirty minutes, what could I be doing?’’ Bakugo asked, slightly annoyed. He wasn’t irritated by his friend but more because of the overwhelming boredom.

‘’I don’t know, I’m gonna fall asleep any second now.’’ The redhead sighed, not losing the wide smile from his prominent face. He was so used to Bakugo’s causticity that he didn’t mind the snarky remarks.

‘’Better not, my old hag is gonna bring us food any minute now and she will kill you if she finds you asleep.’’ The blonde smirked at the thought of his mom giving Kiri, yet another, earful. She treated Kirishima like her own son which ment hard love and a lot of scolding.

‘’Thanks for reminding me that I’m hungry, now ‘m not only bored but also starving.’’ Kiri deflated on the stone he was sitting on.

‘’Worry none.’’ Another blonde mer swam their way making Kirishima perk up on the stone and Bakugo turn around with an always present frown. ‘’Here boys.’’ His mother handed them fish placed neatly on seaweed. It was chopped and decorated with some seasoning but still pretty much raw. ‘’And why exactly are you not sitting on that stone?’’ Bakugo’s mother pointed to her left with a scrutinising glance.

‘’To piss you off.’’ He spat before digging into his meal.

‘’Thank you for the food.’’ Kirishima tried to sooth the growing tension between the two explosive mers but his tries backfired instantly.

‘’Yes, thank you to Eijiro. Don’t you think using magic words would be nice brat, eh?’’ Bakugo’s mother swam closer to him, yet her son kept ignoring her, on purpose. ‘’Do you really think this is a fucking game between you and me?’’

In their pup’s years Bakugo always fought with his mother. Having no proper fatherly figure he was forced to rely on her. She never let him down but there was one certain problem. The two shared nearly identical tempers which turned out to be a minefield. From the very beginning Kiri remembered Bakugo always ranting about how stupid his mum is and how much she expects from him. Of course he didn’t really think like that, at least not about the first part. On the other hand the expectations… they were high.

Bakugo’s, Kirishima’s and a few other families had been the main guards and warriors of the whole colony for a long time now. Raising him a certain way was obvious and the blonde didn’t have a problem with it, at least with most parts. He loved being a warrior, training and fighting, bathing in the glory that no other speciality could encompass (at least that’s how he saw himself in his head). Unfortunately there was one thing that he never agreed to and always fought off.

The mating.

Kirishima was well aware that the same responsibility lay on his shoulders, but for his own peace his parents didn’t pressure him about it. The thought rooted in his head was enough for them to be calm about their son living up to the expectations. Bakugo on the other hand openly voiced out his total disagreement. His tossing around made a handful of elders disappointed in him which also took a toll on his mother's reputation. These old pricks were so dramatic.

The duty was simple. As a warrior, mate in the best and most fertile years of your life. The later you’d start the lower the chances of breeding another great warrior. That’s something the colony could not suffer. Actively look for a mate or at least don’t brag about ditching your responsibilities (like a certain someone). The colony gave you the best meat, the best sleeping quarters, the best jewellery, all in thanks for your sacrifice, your hard training, your long hours of guard and your simple, natural duty of passing down your power with your blood.

This is why some looked at Bakugo with a mixture of emotions. He was great in everything he did, except for that one little thing. Why can’t he just obey?

Why? The answer is simple and one that the explosive blonde would never voice out to anyone. He was sacred. Mers mated for life so he had only one choice, for eternity. This made uneasiness bubble inside of his chest as if someone constantly reminded him that one mistake would doom him. He didn’t want a life of spite. For the one person in the whole sea who is supposed to be his soft spot and safe shore to be his collar.

Bakugo couldn’t believe how careless Kiri was about the topic. How little fear he felt. The redhead always said that he’ll just wait a bit more. Maybe the person isn’t from their colony, maybe he should visit some neighbour mer hideouts and look around there. He believes that when he meets the one he’ll know in an instant.

Oh yeah, Kiri was all ears for the elders' stories about how monogamy is rooted in mers DNA, how meeting the right person sparks something in you. It only takes the scent of the other person to recognise that you only have a half of your heart, the other piece is in their hands.

Bullshit.

Bakugo never believed in this shit. It was all a bluff to make them less hesitant about the mating for life. Nothing like that happened, at least not on a daily basis, not with everyone. The harsh truth was that he’d have to court someone he doesn’t even probably like and then bear with them for the rest of his life. And produce pups, oh for fuck’s sake, he’s so done with this. Nothing in the sea will make him end up like that. Not a chance.

Lately such thoughts clouded his mind every time he talked with his mother. Bakugo saw that behind her eyes, felt that in her angry tone. She was counting time for him, she was well aware of his statement, she hated it. Yet, she cared for him. If it wasn’t for the sheer fear of being kicked out of the colony which meant countless dangers for her son and a lifetime of loneliness, she wouldn’t pressure him as much.

Just bear with it, accept it and don’t be so hung up on the one small topic. You just have to make a few pups and move to a different pit. Later you can live your life how you want it to. Please…

Yet, she knew he wouldn’t listen to her begs. Softness and sweet words never laid in their dynamic. It was anger, frustration and ambition that pushed them, both of them, to the goal. She knew she had to do it like that, even if it wounded her heart.

‘’Not a chance.’’ Bakugo spat at his mother. ‘’Leave me.’’

She rolled her eyes knowing well, spotting it in his composure, that he didn’t mean the food she just brought, the long hours of guard he had to keep today or anything else. He was already deep down spiralling in his self-destructive thoughts.

She had to pressure him.

‘’Can you at least once in some time do what you’re asked and supposed to.’’ She growled at her son.

‘’And what the fuck do you mean by that?’’ His gaze was piercing but so was hers.

‘’You know damn well what I mean by that.’’ She pointed her finger straight into his muscular chest. He was bigger than her but their presence was identical, clashing, none of them able to take complete power over the other. ‘’What do you plan for mating Eiji?’’ Both of their blonde heads darted Kirishima’s way. The redhead prayed for this to stop before they smash him to the ground with their hateful gazes.

‘’I don't know yet…’’ He tried to wiggle out not hurting Bakugo but also not getting on his mum’s bad side.

‘’Don’t you lie to me.’’ That scrutinising finger pointed his way this time and he felt daggers shot at his chest in embarrassment. She read him like a book.

‘’I think I’ll visit some… other… colony…’’ Each word that rolled out of his mouth was more and more quiet until he was mumbling under his breath looking everywhere except for the two mers in front of him. If he’d stand up he'd be bigger than both of them but unfortunately he sat on that damn rock, looking small and not very serious afraid to move even an inch under Bakugo’s mother’s gaze.

‘’See? Is it that fucking hard to do anything?’’

Pretend, just pretend you’re doing something. You don’t need to settle down if you hate it that much. I don’t care if you breed another warrior, I just want you to be at peace finally.

She couldn’t tell him what she really thought. It would be wrong, not educational. She just prayed he would finally get to it on his own and pretend until people forget about this issue. He could say that he tried but never found anyone and they would believe, take care of him, saying how sorry they are that he didn’t find the one. And he would have lied to them for a bit and it would all be over.

‘’I’m not doing anything like that. Leave me.’’ Her son was unmovable, his feelings carved deep down into his soul. Stupidity and lack of cleverness too. Maybe also being truthful, he couldn't lie like that to himself or anyone else. What a disaster.

She left, huffing and puffing. He was also fuming for the rest of the guard with Kiri trying to lighten his humour, telling him that they can go together to search in other mer hideouts.

As his job for today neared its end Bakugo found his way back to their lair, having changed the guards. He was still angry, the intrusive thoughts never leaving his head. The blonde swam around pointlessly hissing at the pups that bounced off of his tail. He wasn’t able to find a place for himself. This feeling was familiar to him, as if the multiple layers of water above pressured him too much, crushing his form.

‘’Another fight for mating?’’ The blonde heard a familiar screeching voice.

Skula, one of the most elderly elders, swam up to him. Subconsciously he slowed down his pace for the crippling mer to catch up. She looked as if she was to fall apart any second. He honestly asked himself how old she was. Some said she forgot and came up with a random number every time someone asked about it. That way sometimes she was 98, other times 105, on better days 21.

One thing about Skula distinguished her from the majority of elders. She honestly liked Bakugo and believed in him without even a tint of dissapointment. Skula remembered the old days when the sea wasn’t as peaceful as it is now, maybe that’s why she had a soft spot for any warrior, or maybe she just recognised Bakugo’s distress.

Nevermind her motives, she held onto his fin, the one situated beneath his back. Usually that spot was reserved for more… intimate situations but Bakugo knew damn well that this old witch wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to entertain herself before she dies (and she looks like she’s ready to die anytime soon).

‘’Oh, you just swim too fast, I need some help.’’ She laughed at his eyes rolling.

‘’You just want a handful old hag.’’ Skula brushed off his remark.

‘’Another fight?’’ She pressured the youngster.

Bakugo only nodded. He never knew why but this woman always made him open up, even if it was just a tiny crack in his various defensive layers.

‘’Go clear your head before you bite any pup.’’ She patted his back a few times.

‘’No place for it here.’’

‘’You’re hot-tempered, angry and aggressive.’’ She began in a slightly lower tone, as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear her. Bakugo looked at her wrinkled face that held a mysterious tone in it. Was she about to start again with the stupid shells and rocks she’s been looking into all day long? Prophecies and shit? ‘’The ocean’s cold and calm, deep, dark and mysterious. You’re none like it. You shine my young Bakugo.’’ She circled soothing eights up and down his back. ‘’Don’t blame yourself for feeling out of place here when your heart’s not at peace.’’

‘’Do you really mean that I’m just a shity mer?’’

‘’No stupid, listen to me.’’ She huffed at his flat response. ‘’You need something else. I want you to see something. The waves told me about it.’’ There you go again. ‘’There’s something matching your temper that you need to see with your very own eyes. Something as hot…’’

If she’ll really tell me in a second that this hot thing is my butt then I’ll honestly kill…

‘’It’s up there.’’ Skula pointed her crippled finger upwards, following with her eyes. ‘’It’s big, hot and golden. It’s gonna speak to you, listen to all of your problems and tell you what to do.’’ She was mysterious yet enthusiastic.

Normally Bakugo didn’t follow Skula’s different prophecies and things she read out of scattered stones but this time…

‘’D’you mean above the water?’’

She nodded her head a little too fast, it looked like it could crack.

‘’You want me to swim to the surface and talk to… something big and fucking golden?’’

‘’Exactly.’’

This was stupid enough to entertain him. Beside there was one crucial thing that Bakugo was interested in. He never swam to the surface. It’s not forbidden but why should anyone do it? There was nothing interesting there for him. He heard stories that the surface felt hot, or extremely cold. It depended on something but he didn’t remember what it was called. Sometimes water poured from… something there. Ah shit, he didn’t know anything about the surface… and this only made him more interested.

‘’And when should I go, oh mighty oracle?’’ Bakugo asked Skula theatrically.

‘’Now.’’ She stated simply as if it was nothing.

‘’Now?’’

‘’I thought I was the deaf one.’’ She snickered.

‘’Don’t laugh at me old hag.’’

‘’Go, nothing’s gonna happen. Nothing bad my child.’’

‘’Mum will…’’

‘’I’ll tell her it’s my fault. What will she do? Shout at me, an elder?’’ Bakugo honestly loved this old witch and how she still fearlessly lived her life. Jokes will never leave her side.

So Bakugo went, up and up and up. With only his sword, frustration and the stupid little prophecy that a golden thing will cure his problems. It felt tiring, as if the water above was endless. He imagined what it would look like, the very top. Would it be a single, straight line or did the water disappear gradually? Swirling and turning he went up, climbing layers and layers of water. It started to feel warmer. Why?

After a long journey he neared what looked like a breaking point. The water looked weird here, like it was pierced by something light. He had to squint his red eyes, slowly nearing the edge. Anxiety flooded over his body, pumped by his racing brain. Was he scared? Yes he was but he’ll never recognise it. Clenching his fists he swam up, finally breaking the surface.

‘’Ah fuck!’’ The mer growled as the sun burned his eyes.

After what felt like an eternity of pain his eyes finally started to adjust to the new light source. It was so bright, so hot it fact. He felt it on his cheeks. Was this why the water here was so hot? Guarding his eyes with his hands he looked around. The surface was weird, not exactly flat but also not gradual. It moved constantly, splashing aggressively. He liked it. There were some elements in his field of vision that seemed to stand still. One of them was a big rock. At least that’s what the thing looked like, it was similar to boulders down in his hideout so he just assumed the obvious.

Bakugo swam up to the rock. It sank deep down, reaching the downhill seabed. Behind this one there were a few more on them. Then he remembered. Big, hot, golden thing. Groaning, he felt the need to do as Skula pleased. She was the one that gave him this idea and he had to admit, the surface was more than he imagined. He felt so good here, between his and this world. The blonde honestly started to like how that hot feeling falling from above him kissed his wet cheeks, whatever it was.

He looked around, not spotting anything in particular. Then, he looked up.

‘’Fucking shit my eyes!’’ Once again he was blinded.

Shielding his face with his palm he took a glance up. There was something big there, yellow or maybe orange… gold? A very warm colour at least. The warmth seemed to flow from that. Was it the thing that Skula talked about? Did her prophecy really come true? Then did every one of her prophecies mean something? (If yes then he had a problem because she often foretell for him various stupid things)

Should he really talk to that thing? It seems pretty static and… not doing anything. He hated feeling dumb and that’s exactly how he felt right now.

Suddenly something splashed into the water near him. Instantly he lowered himself, burying his head under the surface. From behind the sunken boulder he saw some commotion in the water. Something was there, something big in fact. Should he retreat? No, he’s not a coward.

The thing stopped moving after a few seconds and he waited. It seemed like an eternity of him, hiding behind the boulder observing the very same spot, waiting for the thing to make its next move. It never came, the water splashed above him like it did all the time, swaying him back and forth against the stone.

His turn. Bakugo swam up closer, slaloming between the few stones underwater. Finally, he reached the one that particularly interested him. Something above the surface moved there and then went still. He couldn’t make out the exact shape because of the waves. He had to swim closer.

Putting both of his hands on the stones surface she went up once again, nearing the strange thing. The closer he got the clearer the image. The thing started to look just like him… at least its upper part. It had a face, hair, a torso, hands that held it form as if it was scared and…

As if he’d been lightstruck something clicked in his brain. That smell, that faint tint. He felt intoxicated as if he could only breathe this for the rest of his life. What the fuck was that? Why did he never feel it? Where is the source?

The thing moved, and he saw a hand stretched his way. The palm, the fingers looked just like this, except for his membrane. It didn’t have a membrane… that’s a human. The first human Bakugo ever saw in his life.

The faint smell hit him again. The human put their hand under the surface and touched his hair. He didn’t have a clue why he allowed all of this. Some mere human roaming their hands all over his head… but he liked it. The small fingers grazed his forehead slightly, their touch soft and subtle. It moved lower. With its palm just under his nose he finally got what he was looking for. That sweet intoxicating smell came from this human.

Bakugo felt a million emotions rush at one time. He was hungry, desperate, interested, intoxicated and horny. Could it be? Is this his mate? Do they feel the same?

He grabbed the tiny wrist connected to the small arm (at least compared to his). The human jumped back and started to squirm but Bakugo didn’t care. He was too high on the new feeling springing inside his ever so cold body to acknowledge that the human didn’t look at bliss like him. He pushed himself more and more wanting to show off his body and inspect the mate, subconsciously knowing how to court.

Suddenly the human screamed. The primal sound tore him out of his clouded state and he dipped back into the water slightly. The human hugged their wrist, then looked at it and finally after some time showed it to the mer. He saw a bruise in the shape of his hand.

Did he just hurt his mate? Were they this delicate? Fuck, he should have known. This was definitely not very courtesy of him.

‘’Fuck.’’ He mumbled.

Looking up at the human’s face he saw that the earlier fear subsided to curiosity once more. Were they also interested? He had to check.

Emerging from the water he sat next to the thing. It was harder than he anticipated, slipping at the first try. Something pulled him down like it was crashing down from above him, he felt heavy here. It didn’t matter, the intoxicating smell was more important.

Bakugo followed the human’s eyes and spotted that they’re looking at his tail. The small hand of the creature neared his scales. He felt excited, deep down he wanted this touch, he wanted that human’s hands all over the place where his skin met with orange scales. He wanted to tangle the human, wrap around them, claiming all of their body. He was blind to the crucial differences between him and them. Yet, his mum raised him to be somehow a good boy, or at least to have some manners. This was too intimate for seeing each other for the first time so he slapped the human’s hand away, much to his own displeasure.

He was happy, no, he was in a state of complete bliss. The creature, his mate, wanted to be close to him, wanted to claim his body just as he wanted to take theirs, they just showed it. The eagerness, that look in their eyes. Do they also feel intoxicated by the scent of his body? Should he show off more? Should he unsheathe his sword and show combat skills? No, he could scare them just as he hurt them a moment ago. This creature’s very delicate.

Bakugo was honestly out of his mind right now, blinded by something written deep down in his DNA. He wanted to touch the human, subtly, let them know that he wants to take it slow, the right way, and court them like they deserve. They didn’t once talk to him so he also stayed silent a bit scared after what he did to the human’s wrist.

Bakugo dipped his hand into the human’s hair. It was soft, extremely soft and delicate. It felt like nothing he had ever touched in his life. He smeared his hands all around the weirs texture wanting to feel the most of it until he heard something pierce his ears.

It was the human’s sound. He had no clue what it meant, not understanding a single thing but he loved it. The tone, so much more melodic than how he and his species spoke. Or at least that’s what he thought. He wanted more of that sound so he continued to play with the human’s hair.

That smell, it was still all around him, dripping off of the creature’s body. He wanted to scoop closer. Bakugo held the human’s hair and exposed their neck for him. The smell was thick there so he buried his face into the crook of their neck. It made his insides twist out of hunger and need. He wanted to devour them, have all this sweetness to himself, bathe in it, let his own skin soak with it. But he’s gonna play it nice, just like they deserve.

What did your body look like? He wanted to know every inch, every important thing. Their teeth, were they sharp like his? Do they have pointy canines just like him? He dug his finger inside the human’s mouth searching for an answer. They started to squirm. Did he annoy them a bit? He liked the thought. Loved the feeling of their body moving under his. He could make the trash, he wanted to hear those primal sounds erupting from their throat just for him and because of him. But he’s gonna play it nice.

Bakugo found his answer. The human’s canines were short and soft, just as he imagined. It was not perfect for raw fish but he didn’t care, the feeling of his mate being weaker and softer than him made him want to claim here and now. But he’s nice.

The blonde straightened his back moving away from his mate. He looked them up and down, pleased with what he had, excited for what he would do next, how their relationship would bloom and how he’d make them feel. He was still blind to the fact that your bodies were very… different.

PART ONE | PART THREE

SERIES MASTERLIST

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bungerisme · 2 months ago

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Fuck it.

Murro Morton/ Wildling headcannons!!!!

None of these are cannon, but are just my general view on Murro and silly ideas I have for him. I don’t see a lot of content for him so here ya go.

Some of these are based on observations from cannon material some of them not.

Either way I hope you enjoy!

- Non-binary (he/they, general masc pref in appearance). His ass does not care about his own gender. While he prefers masculine clothes and styles it in reality does not matter to him. Perceive him how you wish.

- Unlabed in terms of romantic preference but he is acespec. Maybe poly? (Saw one piece of art mentioning having “boyfriends” plural and man. I agree. He deserves at least- two boyfriend.)

- This man is slightly delusional- as a treat. Mostly in the fact if he dated someone he’d want the fairy tale treatment. Swept off his feet or sweeping the other person off their feet in some kind of heroic act. Though due to his general social anxieties and Anthrophobia it will be a hard shoe to fill.

- during his time at the circus before he left he was INCREDIBLY scrawny and thin. Being only fed scraps and bread for most of his life, like cause of the clothes he wears it be hard to see. But if you took off his shirt he would look sickly. When he left he was able to actually eat more and has a general pudgier build but with muscular arms and legs. This is from general animal rangling.

- During his time away from the circus pre-manor, he worked assorted odd jobs, mostly as a farm hand or something similar to make money. He would carry boxes or do general animal handling jobs.

- When he returned back to the wilderness he still worked odd jobs mostly for clothes, medicine and the such but otherwise was able to self sustain.

- The reason why in so many of his files and diary entries refrences prince hood and hero’s is cause before his parents died he vaguely remembers them telling stories about how strong and beloved knights and princes were. And as he grew up under Bernard’s care after their death (someone who neglected and abused murro), Murro latched onto these ideals heavily. Always trying to be kind like the hero’s in those stories. Hoping one day he’d be loved and admired the same way those princes were.

- The stuffed dog Murro had was given to him before his parents passed as a birthday present. Even as an adult he carry’s it close to him.

- Murros instinct is to either run or freeze whenever he hears a whistle as it reminds him of Bernard. Remembering the rigorous and cruel training he had been under. While he got better, whistles do cause him to flinch.

- Murro practically helped to raise Mike as their technically adopted brothers/ cousins. Murro hates how Mike praises Bernard so much, but he bites his tongue. Just happy mike gets to live the life he never could.

- Murro helps to raise the hogs. He’s helped to raise at least a few generations both in and out of the circus.

- All hogs and animal companions are named after fruits and other edible plants. Apple being his main hogs name.

- Projection time ✨. Murro has sensitive hearing and will flinch and cover his ears actively especially if the sound echos about. While he can handle things like loud music, crowds and loud city noises freak him the hell out.

- He travels a lot. After leaving the circus he doesn’t really have a place to call his own. So he’s always on the move. His loyal animal companions following him.

- Murro is fantastic with kids! He is incredibly patient with them compared to adults where he is general cautious around them. Murro knows that kids aren’t intentionally mean or anything like that, it’s just how they’re raised, so he treats them with upmost kindness even if they’re rude to him.

- Murro is a woman respecting man. Being a hero/ prince means you gotta be able to treat women with the upmost care. While still a anxious guy he isn’t gonna be an asshole to a woman for no reason.

- Patience of a SAINT. It would take a lot to make him snap. But man when he does it’s scary but fast as he will IMMEDIATELY feel guilty about it.

- He often does not feel human AT ALL. From how he was treated in both childhood and adult hood, Murro finds that- he feels almost like an alien or an animal. He of course considers himself human but man those feelings of just. Years of dehumanization really adds up.

#murro morton #idv wildling #idv murro

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catdoodling · 1 year ago

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You do not understand how much this man (cat) has done for me and how much happiness and he has brought me. (You probably do, your bowling your eyes are too)

I can’t even remember when I started watching him, it feels like I always did, I can’t say stayed with him for ever, but I always remember coming back to him when I’m sad. His videos are a source of joy and comfort to me. Really glad that everyone is sharing that feeling. We can cry that it’s over, hold onto our memories and cherish them, he raised a generation, and for that I have an immense respect for him, but he also was just genuinely a good person. He always made you can always feel comfortable to be yourself, (a really great ally) watching his videos always feel like you belong and that no matter how many things are going on in your life in those videos everything is alright.

I know that I am 17, I’m going to become a adult next year (which is crazy, feels like just yesterday, I was watching him build his amusement park or start the den series) and it resonated with me to the point where I can’t stop thinking about it, maybe we can’t go back to our childhood, but that doesn’t stop us from remembering it from cherish and get and letting it help build our future.

I can honestly say that watching his videos has made me a kinder and more open person, from learning the more basic childish lessons to learning that these things don’t have less value, just because they’re directed to children. I think that’s when I stopped watching him when I felt too old for it or that none of my friends were interested so I drop it, I know that he would’ve reassured me that it wasn’t too Kaddish for me, or that something that brought me happiness shouldn’t be sacrificed for other people‘s expectations, but he also taught me how to accept those parts of me, and I found him again. How change was a natural part of life, but I didn’t have to change these parts of me to fit in.

I didn’t stay around his fandom, but the lessons he taught me and the memories gave me are going to stay with me for ever. My childhood is nearly over so maybe it is fitting that the one who kickstarted my online childhood will remind me of of how things are gonna change and how much I have changed as a person because of him.

So from the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you so much for my childhood and for the future that I will make the lessons you have taught me, I wish you immeasurable joy in your future. You absolutely deserve it.

Thank you Stampy

-One of the millions of children, you have taught and brought joy to

#stampylonghead #stampy's lovely world #stampylongnose #stampy cat #thank you stampy #vent post

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marysunburn · 2 years ago

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Azir the Exile: prologue

(this is another AU I’ve been mentioning for a while that has nothing to do with the one about Azir being tortured by Xerath, even though he’s not happy in this one either because it’s my AU)

-This is the last time you shame us with your stupidity.-

-Father… I beg you.-

Prince Azir, twelve years of age, the sweetest eyes you’d ever see in the Royal Palace or elsewhere now filled with glassy tears, kneels at the bottom of the throne as if his blood was of no worth. He’s never begged, before: not even his own father.

None dare look in his eyes: not the Queen, who seems to relish in her husband’s words, nor his older siblings, standing in a row by her side. They know their little brother is lost, and despite their heavy hearts, none of them could possibly fathom Azir’s decision.

He’s always been strange, but not like this.

-Fraternizing with the lowlife is idiotic even for you. Never…- the Emperor sounds tired, as if he was the hurt party in the situation. -Never has anyone in this dinasty ever insulted us this way.-

-Xerath is good! He’s been good to me, he respects me! He thinks I’m smart.-

-Xerath.- Despite Shurima’s relentless heat, the air seems to freeze around the Emperor. -That one doesn’t deserve a name.-

-I gave it to him, because he’s mine. He’s good and smart… and if you just cared to know him!-

Azir’s eyes seem to bulge out of their sockets he’s crying so much. Even the palace guards look at each other as if the kid has gone mad.

-We of Royal blood give no heed to his kind. But worry not about him: soon he’ll no longer be of worry. Mind your own life, child, and be cert…-

-IMPERIAL MAJESTY, WATCH OUT!-

As if he’d forgotten his fear entirely, Azir lunges to the throne like a rampaging hawk and raises his fists towards his father’s face.

Fists rain upon him; the guards, the servants, even his own mother. But even as strong adult arms drag him away from the throne, hairband coming undone in a flood of locs, he thrashes and weeps.

-NO! NOT XERATH… PLEASE, DON’T! HE’S MY FRIEND… Y-YOU CAN’T…-

Being exiled could have been a sweeter ordeal with his friend by his side. Xerath is clever and inventive, and already saved his life once. They could have lived a life of adventure and forget the loss of status.

But the threat of losing him makes Azir lose what little restraint he has.

As he’s dragged off into the street, kicking and sobbing until he’s out of breath, he witnesses the court artisans carving his name and face away from all the mosaics, the servants ripping his likeness from the paintings, and baskets and boxes of his books, jewels, make-up, his lyre, his practice armor and his own ornate dagger being taken from his rooms.

But there’s one thing – one man – on his mind.

-DON’T HURT HIM, PH… PLEASE! XERATH IS MY… MY FRIEND. DON’T KILL HIM PLEASE, FATHER PLEASE! MOTHER… SOMEONE… please-

~ ~ ~

Azir finds himself out a backdoor, kneeling into the scalding sand, his tears drawing circles into the floor.

Until the evening he screams – he bangs at the door calling Xerath’s name, shedding blood from his fists and growing hoarse with every scream.

It’s over. All his love did was ruin the one person who genuinely cared for him.

When dusk falls, Azir’s strength has expired – but not his tears. He sits in the corner of the back alley he was tossed out of, like a discarded kitten, muttering Xerath’s sweet lost name, and looking upon the wreckage he made of himself.

One day ago he was a prince, clad in gold and silk, beloved by the kingdom and coveted by the worthy. Now he’s nothing. No name, no friends, no place to go, no skills outside from ruling.

So, when a shadow looms over him, he only has the strength to raise his neck – and through the film of tears, a familiar face appears.

-Little bird?-

#league of legends #lol #azir #emperor azir #omah azir #xerath #that’s just an excuse to be crueler ngl #but he’ll get hugs #we all know who the guy in the end is but I won’t tag him #Azir the exile AU

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automatismoateo · 5 months ago

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Religion is child abuse and Im sick of being told to respect others beliefs via /r/atheism

Religion is child abuse and I’m sick of being told to “respect others beliefs” I really don’t care anymore if it comes off as extreme but as I get older I feel like I resent religion more and more and anybody who believes in it. After being raised in religion and going through 2 episodes of religious trauma induced mental health episodes I’m so glad to be FREE (by the way haven’t had any religious anxiety or mental health issues for 8 years. Best life has been)! At first when I left religion (Christianity) I had a mild attitude about it. I still had some love for the people and the church even if I didn’t associate with it anymore. Slowly that dwindled….the more and more I thought about it from the outside looking in now, the more fucked up I can see it truly is. I can now confidently say I believe that it is child abuse because kids really have no say in the matter and are automatically vulnerable to the adults around them when putting them into religion. The idea of hell damnation and punishment to perfectly good people just because they don’t believe is all kinds of fucked up. Not to mention the sexism, patriarchy, misogyny, and homophobia that they spew. I just remember the religious anxiety of hell that i felt even before I reached double digits. And that continued into my early teens. Literally got so bad I was too afraid to go into a car because I thought if I crash I might go to hell (it’s not even that I didn’t believe at the time it’s just that I didn’t feel I was good enough or had intrusive thoughts about somehow not really believing). Literally had nightmares about the rapture. Now that it’s all behind me I truly realize I didn’t deserve to suffer like that. No child should suffer like that. And that’s why I think it’s child abuse. I almost laugh now looking back because it’s like wow, I was that stressed over something that was totally fake and baloney. And the adults around me were endorsing it. I’m not saying there wasn’t good moments with religion (I had good times at church camp ) but none of that matters when you start thinking of your own mortality. To my next rant, I hate it when non believers tell me I should respect religious peoples views. Idgaf when religious people say this because I don’t take them seriously anyway, what really irks me when the NON believers have to say this shit to seem neutral and come off as “uwu let’s understand each others differences🥺🥺” like first of all NO. Hard NO. Why should I respect the people that believe in a religion that is BY THE BOOK homophobic, sexist, patriarchal and all other kinds of fucked up???? As James Baldwin said “We can disagree and still love each other unless your disagreement is rooted in my oppression and denial of my humanity and right to exist.” Religion inherently is oppressive to queer people also and by design breeds homophobic people. I want no parts in respecting such people. Too many people are too fucking obsessed with respecting shitty beliefs to appear neutral . It’s cowardly in my opinion. Also I’m not saying I’m a fucking genius but I truly believe people who aren’t religious just automatically have a leg up over religious people in terms of who’s smarter. Like if you are over the age of 18 and still believe this bullshit ….girl I’m sorry but I hope you break free of that jail!! Maybe I sound too hateful but I love my non religious friends and deconverted siblings. We’re free of the prison of shame, guilt and anxiety . I just don’t want other kids to go through that. Rant over lol Submitted August 25, 2024 at 03:22AM by BigTimeSocalist (From Reddit https://ift.tt/QekoPg1)

#reddit

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meisun657 · 1 year ago

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*Important!!* “What to Expect from This Blog”

Blog Background:

I originally created this blog to keep a directory of my various Meisun socials and profiles around the internet, but now that I am reblogging and posting more, this post was made to clarify what potential viewers can expect from this blog

I am an adult and will occasionally be posting things related to adulthood and adult themes

What I will be posting:

Check out my Tags Masterlist to see a breakdown of my tagging system

As I stated above, this blog was originally created to share my Meisun directory, so you can find my Meisun directory, which will be updated as needed, on this blog

On this blog, my reblogs and non-Meisun directory posts will relate to things that catch my interest that I don’t want to share on my other blogs such as cool meta analyzing a very specific character or theme in a manga I enjoy, beautiful fanart of characters and scenes I like, and random posts complaining about periods

All of my posts and reblogs, unless I have tagged them otherwise as NSFW (not-safe-for-work), will be non-graphic and/or SFW (safe-for-work) besides the occasional swearing

I will occasionally reblog and post things related to current events and politics as a left-leaning person, so if that makes you feel uncomfortable, you are welcome to block me

At the same time, please don't take my occasional reblogs/posts on current events/politics to be representative of everything I am doing or believe regarding a particular issue; of course, I'm not perfect and I have my blindspots, but I have a life outside of Tumblr and if I reblog/post something about a particular topic here, it does not mean that I am ignoring other issues or not doing other things to support particular movements in my life outside of Tumblr

I like talking about my identity, particularly as an adoptee, as such, you can expect some content on that topic; once again, if that makes you uncomfortable, I do not mind if you block me

Notes about NSFW tagging:

On this blog, I will tag posts NSFW if they describe or show sex, violence, gore, severe wounds, nudity, slurs, and pornography in extremely graphic detail

For me, non-graphic means that posts can still mention directly or indirectly any of the above as long as it is not shown/described in extreme detail, so I still encourage you to block me if you feel uncomfortable

Just because I tagged something NSFW does not mean I believe the original post to be bad; I am just protecting potential viewers who may be coming to my blog with histories and backgrounds I have no idea about

If you have questions, concerns, or suggestions regarding how I tag NSFW content, please DM me or send me an ask; I am happy to discuss and listen

What I would appreciate from viewers:

Please do not publicly associate this blog with my other blogs; I am purposely keeping them separate and will never be linking to any of them from here and none of those blogs will ever link to this blog, so if you do find my other blogs, please do not address this blog alongside any of my other blogs in the same post; you are, of course, welcome and encouraged to reblog, comment on, and like my posts/reblogs on this blog though if you choose to

If you’re confused about something I wrote, shared, or reblogged, I encourage you to DM me or send me an ask; I am always happy to clarify and listen to concerns made in good faith

This should go without saying, but you don’t have to agree with me; it’s okay to comment on and/or reblog my posts with counter-arguments, ignore a post I wrote/reblogged, or, as stated above, reach out to me for clarification because like everyone else in this world, I’m not perfect and I am always happy to learn from different perspectives

On that note, if you are arguing with me that people of certain races, ethnicities, gender identities, sexual/romantic orientations, religions, etc. don’t deserve to exist, be respected, or fight for their liberation or rights without any intention of listening to and learning from the perspectives of people from marginalized backgrounds, then I will not engage in dialogue with you; in other words, racism, xenophobia, sexism, anti-trans bigotry, ableism, classism, colorism, or any other form of bigotry will not be tolerated

Critical thinking is so important to me and I completely believe you do not need a college degree to take a few moments and think through context, emotions, evidence, etc. to make a strong argument and critique others’ (including mine!!)

Another thing that should go without saying is that you are welcome to block me if any of my posts make you uncomfortable; I don’t know your history and background and while I try to be sensitive in what I post and reblog, I know I’ll make mistakes without realizing it, so please do what you have to in order to protect yourself

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headkiss · 2 years ago

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I headcanon Steve as a lightweight when it comes to weed and alcohol- could you write something where Eddie, Robin, Steve, and reader we’re hanging out at his house and Steve is either really high or really tipsy and everyone is just like 🧍‍♀️homie you had a singular hard cider nothing even that strong and reader has to drag him up to his room so he can sleep

okay i don’t know if i wrote this well but here it is! 1k words of drunk steve and taking care of him (i think) hope u enjoy <33

Steve’s home had become the regular hangout spot for you and your friends. It was spacious, with plenty of room on couches and extra beds for people to sleep on if needed. The fridge was stocked, the pool was heated. What more did you need?

Tonight was one for your smaller circle within the group. You, Eddie, Robin, and Steve were all sat around in the living room drinking and chatting and laughing. It was nice to have this back. To have the lighthearted fun and ability to act like young adults again.

To be carefree, if only for a night.

Since his ‘King Steve’ days, he hasn’t been a partier, and his tolerance is basically gone. It was something you warned him about, just a reminder for him, and he laughed it off. You didn’t care if he got drunk, because he deserved to. You all did. You only wanted to make sure he was doing so on purpose.

It was a great night, the sticky heat of summer like a haze over it all. None of you cared about what time it was or how noisy you were being. Something about that made you feel at peace, like life was somewhat normal again.

Despite the scars, both emotional and physical, of everything to do with the upside down, it was dealt with, and this really made you feel it. You finally had something to celebrate.

As the night went on, the drink supply ran lower, a sign that celebrating was definitely being done here. You had chosen to stay on the sober side, just in case. Someone had to be of a sound mind and for your friends sake, you took that on.

No matter your sobriety level, though, you still had fun.

These were your favorite people in the world and you loved being around them, because you all went through so much together, you all understood.

It was late now, Eddie and Robin both spread out on their respective couches, sprawled happily. Steve was still wide awake, singing in the middle of the room by himself, you watched with a smile.

He was drunk. It was so cute.

When he turned to face you, he grinned, motioning for you to join him, “baby! Dance with me!”

“Harrington, how are you this drunk? I swear you had like three drinks man,” Eddie spoke from his spot on the couch, chuckling at the sight of Steve stumbling over to you and grabbing your hand to dance.

“Eddie, you wanna dance too? How ‘bout you, Robin?”

Eddie simply laughed, while Robin replied saying, “is your girlfriend not enough for you, Steve? I’m never letting you live this down.”

Steve pulled you in, slow dancing with no music playing and the eyes of your best friends watching you in amusement. They were used to seeing him be the babysitter, not the one needing to be watched. It was hilarious to them.

His hands were around your waist, spinning you and pulling you in so your back was to his chest while he swayed. He was humming a tune with his chin perched on your shoulder, the soft tune sounding in your ear.

“Stevie, why don’t we go upstairs? Let these two sleep.��

“Mmm, but this is so nice!”

“Come on. Upstairs.”

You stepped away from him, taking hold of his hand and dragging him along behind you, making sure to walk slower so he wouldn’t fall over. Though, it didn’t stop him from stubbing his toe on the first step when you reached it.

“Shit! Ow.”

“Shhh, you’re fine.”

“You won’t kiss it better?” he was pouting at you.

“Not if it’s on your foot, Stevie. Sorry.”

“‘M squeaky clean! Promise.”

“Oh my god. Let’s go.”

You took his arm and put it around your shoulders, using that leverage to drag him along up the stairs into his room. You walked into his ensuite with him in tow, letting him go to start the shower.

“Here, you’re gonna shower, okay? Then you will be squeaky clean.”

“You’re the best, baby. Best girlfriend ever.”

He kissed you with a loud, exaggerated ‘mwah!’ and then just started to strip. You giggled at him, struggling to step out of his jeans and even getting his head stuck in his shirt somehow. You helped him out of it and he gave you another peck when his head was back in sight.

“Okay, Steve. You get in the shower, I’ll wait for you.”

“Booo! You’re not joining?”

“Not this time. Go, you’re wasting water!”

He obeyed, and once he was in the shower you went to his closet to grab him, and yourself, a change of clothes. You put on your pair of boxers and shirt of his right away, then listening to make sure he was still alive in the shower.

Once you heard the water shut off, you knocked on the door, making sure he was okay for you to come in, “Stevie, got your pjs.”

“Ooooh! Bring ‘em in, baby.”

The prospect of him being so excited about a change of clothes made you giggle as you stepped into the bathroom, seeing Steve with a towel around his waist and hair falling into his face. You pushed his hair back, then set the clothes on the counter.

“There you go, mr. squeaky clean. I’ll wait for you in bed.”

“Thank you, my best girl.”

“Your only girl!”

“Still the best!”

You shook your head with a smile. Even in his inebriated state he managed to fluster you, to make you feel all the little schoolgirl crush feelings. You loved seeing him so relaxed after so long was a reward. You hoped it would stay this way, this calm.

Laying on the bed waiting took longer than expected, and you even heard a loud thump which must’ve been Steve bumping into something in the meantime.

He burst out of the bathroom and jumped onto the bed next to you, causing the mattress to bounce you slightly.

“My bed, I missed it.”

“Did you really?”

“Yes! It’s so comfortable, right?”

“Totally.”

“Let’s cuddle, please. C’mon, baby.”

You moved over, letting him lay his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into you. He was so soft, so giddy, and it had you giggling yet again.

“That comfy, Stevie?”

“So comfy. Love you.”

He was practically snoring before you could even reply, but still, you planted a kiss on his head and spoke back, “love you too.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington requests #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurbs

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marmorada · 1 year ago

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You think you’re oppressed because fandom spaces think your theories are stupid? Do you hear yourself?

Are straight people experiencing oppression too when they’re jumped on for saying characters wouldn’t fuck the same sex?

Gay people get beaten, mass shot, lynched, burned, and thrown off buildings all over the world. And you want us to cry for you not having your dick sucked on the INTERNET for FANFICTION? THIS is what people mean when they call you terminally online. This is what people that haven’t faced real oppression think counts.

I have never fucked. I have no real interest. No I did not have to tell my parents. There is no coming out moment because nobody is getting kicked out or beaten or murdered because they aren’t looking for a significant other. Most people just see it, go “huh” and move on. My Uncle is 70. He has never had a girlfriend and never got married and has never faced any problems for it. I’ve had to tell doctors I am not and have never been sexually active for my entire adult life and none of them have batted an eye. I didn’t run home crying just because I was asked a routine medical health question, either!

The only abuse I’ve ever gotten on that vague front is men on the internet harassing me for sexual favors. How interesting an axis of oppression it must be if it can and usually is done completely by accident! Almost as if… It’s actually based on something else? Like the fact that I’m a fucking woman?

Like yeah, who gets any actual pushback? Females that won’t fuck specific men, because of MISOGYNY. Whether they are capable of sexual attraction doesn’t matter to anyone involved, because it’s about sexual entitlement. Not and never sexuality. WOMEN and SAME SEX ATTRACTED PEOPLE get harassment and profane conversion therapy to force them into patriarchy designated positions.

Gay people are put through conversion therapy to manifest attraction to the opposite sex and punish attraction to the same sex. Women are punished for not submitting to men by laws that make property ownership, banking, and employment illegal for women. Women were lobotomized for flippant sexual habits that were seen as normal in men. Lesbians and gay men are told they haven’t had the right genitals yet. Where is the mechanism to oppress ~aromantics~? Say it! Point to a single historical example! Show me the methodology! Show me a single example unaccounted for by misogyny or homophobia and the trend it created!

What do you NEED that you aren’t getting? Not emotional validation, NEEDS. Where’s the demand for aroace shelters? Where is the as yet not outlawed conversion therapy? Where do you not get equal protection under the law? How are promiscuous cishet men that won’t commit SUFFERING?

You are appropriating female and homosexual struggles because you think you are too special to be undergoing normal problems. You are telling men that hate women and sleep around because of it they are a special class that needs more human rights. You are making the problem worse because you’re too narcissistic to consider anything outside your own wants and experiences.

You people are saying that “””allosexual””” women and minorities who are sexually abused just don’t have it as bad as you. Yes we’ve all seen the posts where you insinuate unwanted sexual contact just isn’t as hard on “””allosexuals”””.

You people are saying that LGBTs don’t deserve spaces away from the hateful fuckboy men that want to ruin their lives.

Lesbians are told they just haven’t had the right dick yet and need to stop discriminating against cock by people like you.

You are making everything worse for everyone but yourself. No you don’t fucking deserve a grain of respect!

Why is it so hard for aroace people to just get basic respect

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httpdabi · 4 years ago

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Jealousy

Word count: 6,5k

Genre: Smut, romance, no quirk lol

Warnings: 18+, a little bit of choking, a little bit of daddy kink, rough sex, dom!dabi , jealousy kinda, unprotected sex, alcohol

Credit to the owner of the pic!!

✨Friends to lovers fic✨

Throwing your phone across the room, deep breath coming out of your mouth. The fact that he was coming back today made the time pass so slow it was painful. You were glancing at your phone every now and then checking what time it is, knowing he should arrive around 17PM. Rolling down on your old bed, you took a good look of your room.

Pastel pink walls, white bed, small working table in the left corner of the room. Beside your bed were photos taped on the wall. All those photos woke a memory in you. Some of the photos were of you and your friends, but most of them were of you and Dabi.

Dabi.

Your childhood best friend. You will never forget the day you first met him. Shy little Touya not wanting to play with your dolls. I’M A MAN. He screamed back then, throwing the doll away, making you cry loudly. You will never forget how scared he got in the moment you started screaming around, trying to hush you down somehow. He did everything he could hoping his parents won’t hear.

Yours and Touya’s parents were literally best friends, visiting each other almost every day. Having to face him so often, you two almost had no choice then to become friends. At the beginning none of you were impressed by each others company. But how both of you grew up, you were becoming closer and closer. At some point, you two became inseparable.

When Touya started getting piercings, you were so jealous. You wanted to get that Certilage piercing just like him, but your parents were so strict even the thought of it made their hair get up. Of course Touya being Touya, he didn’t give a two shits about their decision. Picking you up one day after school and brining you to his friend that did his piercings too. That night both families were fighting. His parents lecturing him how he is such a bad influence to you, and your parents screaming on you how you’ll never get married with piercing like that. Saying it’s not ladylike.

,, If no one marries her, I will’’ Touya said, making your heart flutter, and everyone else in the room laughed loudly, finding it cute how he was protecting you.

Of course, growing up both of you went different directions in your life. Moving out of your parents place was best thing that happened to you. Having that freedom you never had before, you were appreciating even little things.

Dabi moved out in another city, saying he never wanted to live in his hometown anyway. Of course, there wasn’t a day that he didn’t contact you. But having him so far away made things much harder for you. The only positive thing about him moving to another city was the fact that your huge crush on him would melt down, at least you hoped so.

You were so in love with him. How could you not be ? Having him around so much, such a handsome and good guy, you simply had to develop feelings toward him.

Walking downstairs, you heard Enji laughing loudly at something your father said. You visiting your parents home again, while Todoroki’s were also there, all of you waiting for Dabi to return. It made your heart warm up again, missing moments when all of you were spending time together so often.

Making your way toward kitchen, you opened the fridge looking for something to eat. Not that you were hungry, you were simply bored and something had to kill that boredom.

Taking the milk pudding, you opened it and took one spoon. You tried to multitask somehow, with one hand you were eating the pudding, while with other hand just scrolling your instagram feed.

Suddenly, a head placed on your shoulder, trying to see what you were looking at. Your parents always did that. They had to know why you were always holding that damn phone in your hands.

,, Dad, this is private, I’m not a child anymore’’ you whined, pushing your fathers head away. You hated when he does that, privacy is privacy and it has to be respected.

,, I didn’t know you were into daddy kink’’ a familiar voice whispered, making you flinch in surprise. Turning around you immediately jumped on the person standing behind you. Dabi laughed, placing his hand around your waist hugging you strongly, before he pulled you up in the air.

,, You little piece of shit, I missed you so much’’ you said hugging him back, not paying any attention to your parents in the background.

The rest of the day was all about Touya. How he was, what did he do, does he have a girlfriend and so on. Of course he liked to be the center of the attention, talking about everything. Not that you were complaining, you were sinking in every word that came out of his mouth, admiring him as always.

At the end of the day, your parents made plans that this week all of you should meet and have a super cool bbq like in the old times. Which meant one big ass sleep over, with Todoroki’s. Those nights were always amazing, so much food, so much sweets and of course so much alcohol for grown ups. That was the reason why Rei and Enji slept over after all. All of them would simply get wasted.

Dabi decided he will sleep at your place, since he never saw your new apartment, all of them agreeing, knowing that there’s a lot he probably wanted to tell you.

First both of you went to his old home, placing his suitcase and taking just few stuff to bring over. He didn’t want to waste any time, since his parents were still at your place, and he really wanted to finally see your new apartment.

Placing his bag in his hallway, he immediately went inside your living room, looking around, commenting what doesn’t look good and how he would decorate it much better. He opened the fridge, feeling like home and took one ice cream out of the freezer. Making his way toward your couch.

,, So, where’s that piece of shit called Kai’’ he asked, biting the chocolate on the ice cream. You were confused a bit, since you broke up with Kai long time ago.

,, Didn’t I already tell you? It’s been six months since we broke up’’ you laughed out. How can it be possible that you left your dear Touya uninformed about your love life.

,, Oh, that breaks my heart.’’ He said sarcastically. ,, What happened?’’ he added licking the ice cream.

,, Well, he cheated on me’’ you lied, sitting down beside him. Well, technically he did cheat on you, but the reason behind it was because he found out about your feelings about Dabi. He found out that he was only being used to forget your one sided love. Not that you didn’t like Kai, you did find him attractive, but you couldn’t force yourself to do with him stuff every couple did. Which made him cheat on you, hoping he will make you step further. But at his surprise you did something every normal person would do, broke up with him.

You did feel disappointed that you two had to part your ways like that, but you also understood him and with that you couldn’t force yourself to hate him or be that much hurt.

,, He didn’t deserve you anyway. I have no idea what did you see in him. Dude looks like he fed a whole Village in Africa, no offense ‘’ he said, making you laugh.

,, Anyway, we are invited to Mina’s birthday this Saturday’’ you said placing both of your legs on the table.

,, Aren’t we having a bbq that day?’’ Dabi asked as he placed the stick of his ice cream on the table.

,, Yeah, but we can still go tho. They’ll be really happy to see you again, I told everyone that you are back’’ you said, as he placed his head on your lap. You smiled, knowing how much he loves when you play with his hair.

,, Sure, we can do both. I am glad I’ll see them all again’’ he said making your stomach twist out of jealousy. You knew how much Yua and Akari liked Dabi. Of course you were friends, but the fact that all these two had their eyes on him made your blood boil. Even Mina was into him, until she found a boyfriend recently. They didn’t know that you liked him, but you knew very well that they weren’t happy that you had him by your side all the time.

After telling you about the city and all his experience, you two decided to go to sleep since it was already 2AM. You went to the bathroom to change into your silk pajama, coming back only to find Dabi in your bed wearing only shorts.

,, I really wanna get some tattoos too’’ you said looking the tattoos over his chest and arms, wanting to touch every single one of them.

,, Do it’’ he simply said, placing his arms under his head. You just rolled your eyes on him, he knew very well that you weren’t that brave.

,,You can sleep here, I’ll crash on the couch’’ you said ready to stand up. He was a guest after all, and for him you would sleep on the floor if he asked you to.

,, Of course you’re not’’ he said grabbing your arm and pulling you in the bed beside him. Wrapping his one arm around you.

,, Don’t get all cold with me suddenly’’ he laughed while covering both of you with your covers. Of course, you two slept together in one bed before, it wasn’t something unusual. But knowing how you feel about him, you knew that with every move like this, your feelings will grow back even stronger then they were before.

,, Touya, we aren’t children anymore’’ you said, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

,, That’s exactly what I was thinking about. Might as well do stuff adults do’’ he said jokingly, making you push him even harder. Making sure you are smiling he just held you stronger repeating that he was joking.

Once you realized that he won’t really give up, you just gave in, preparing yourself for one sleepless night with him.

Dabi placed your leg over him, slowly caressing your tight while telling you about some nonsense like he did before until you would fall asleep. Once he thought that you fall asleep, you felt his long arms around you and his lips on your head.

Having him so close to you, he didn’t know what effect he had on you. For him it was just one normal night, while for you it was something you won’t be able to keep out of your mind next upcoming weeks.

The next days it was like before. Dabi was spending more time at your place as he did home. You two would spend time together, playing games, going grocery shopping together, visiting cafes and so on. You even saw Akari in one café, and of course she was all over Dabi. You couldn’t watch it, she was touching his arm so recklessly, and the fact that he wasn’t doing anything about it didn’t’ help either.

Excusing yourself, you said that you felt sick. Dabi wanted to follow you home, but Akari was insisting how he should stay, since they didn’t see each other for such a long time. Not wanting to make any scene, you just told him to stay, not to worry and left them.

On your way home, you felt terrible. It wasn’t anything big, but yet you overacted there and had to leave. But you simply couldn’t watch or hear anything more. You were the one that was supposed to touch him like that. You wanted to touch all those tattoos, and even tho you were his best friend you couldn’t find the courage to do it. Yet, stupid Akari did it without a problem.

Knowing that Dabi will probably just come back to your place, you made your way toward your parents house, not ready to face him somehow. In that moment you wished you didn’t gave him your spare keys. You didn’t want to wait for him and think about what they were doing.

Of course your parents were more then happy to welcome you home. Since you moved out you didn’t sleep at their place that often. But they knew something was wrong, not wanting to bother you, they just let you be.

Once again the night was sleepless for you. Dabi did contact you, asking if you are ok and if he should bring something to you, but once you saw that Akari posted him on her Instagram story, you couldn’t even force yourself to text him back.

You knew that It was so childish of you, he didn’t even know how you feel about him, yet that something small would upset you so much. But your feelings were getting better of you. The whole night you were rolling around in your bed, thinking if he’s home yet, if they are fucking somewhere. You were thinking what would have happened if you just stayed. If you did, he would probably just leave home with you.

Waking up next morning, you wanted to kill yourself. The soreness in your eyes didn’t help either. You saw few messages from Dabi, asking where you are, yada yada. Seeing that it was sent around 4am, you tossed your phone across the bed. Did he stay that long with her ?

You slowly stood up and made your way toward the bathroom, brushing your teeth before leaving home. Your parents were insisting that you should stay, and spend the rest of the day with them. It was Saturday anyway, so you’ll be here later anyway.

But you didn’t want, you had to clean your apartment a bit together with your thoughts. Also it was Minas birthday today, so you had to get ready before you leave for the bbq and her birthday.

Opening the door of your apartment, you saw Dabi’s shoes placed beside yours. Slowly tip toeing, you found him in your bedroom asleep. You slowly closed the door, and started cleaning quietly, making sure not to wake him up.

You wanted to lay down beside him, and simply cuddle yourself close to his body, but because of the thought of the last night, you also wanted to grab his hair and force him out of your apartment.

Of course, once he woke up, you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. You had to act it up, and just ignore what happened, after all how could you explain to him why were you even mad ? Dabi left your place around 16PM, leaving you all alone with your thoughts once again. You whished you could tell him how you felt, you wished he would understand.

When the time came, you wore your light purple spaghetti strap dress. Since the evenings were still kidna cold, you decided to wear your oversized black cardigan that was the same length as your dress. Covering just enough.

After doing your make up and straightening your hair, you placed your small bag over your shoulder and wore your overknee lace up boots before you left. The cardigan was bothering you a bit, since you knew how hot it usually gets when you’re in club, but once the wind brushed your naked tight, you didn’t mind it anymore.

Once you got at your parents place, you helped them with all the preparing. Your mom didn’t let you prepare the food, being scared you’ll ruin your dress. But you still helped with plates and all the alcohol. Placing everything on the table outside.

When they arrived Enji and your dad immediately started with the bbq. Rei and your mom were simply enjoying the evening and sipping on their wine, waiting for their food. While both of you and Dabi were simply on your phones. Once again you were upset, all of them complimented your looks, everyone but him. Piece of shit like he looked any better, whit his simple white shirt and jeans.

Lies.

He looked so beautiful without any effort, the tattoos on his arm totally visible.

You took the wine from the table filling your glass, drinking it fast down. Just the thought of Akari and other girls being all over him was driving you crazy. You had to prepare yourself.

,, Slow down doll, I don’t want to spend the rest of my night holding your hair in the toilet’’ Dabi said taking the now empty glass away from you and laughing a bit.

,,Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of taking care of myself on my own’’ you said taking the glass back and filling it with wine again. Who does he think he is ?

When the meat was done, both of you ate and drank a bit before leaving. Dabi didn’t want to drive since he also had plans to drink. Enji was insisting on giving you a ride, but you two didn’t want to break his fun, after all the club wasn’t that far away.

,,So, who will be there tonight?’’ Dabi asked you, taking the box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one cigarette.

,, Mina of course, Yua, Himari, Ryohei, Hiro, Akari and Kai’’ you said, placing your hands in the pockets of your cardigan.

,, We should make your little Kai jealous, what do you think?’’ He said, placing his arm around your shoulders.

,, Nah, no need’’ you said looking down on the floor.

When you arrived the club was already full of people. Thankfully Mina waited for you two in front of the club, not wanting for you two to waste your time looking for them. You gave her the present that you and Dabi bought few days ago and graduated her. Knowing that Mina is in relationship with Hiro, so the hug she gave Dabi didn’t bother you so much.

Once you got inside, you greeted everyone and ordered your drinks. Of course Akari was giving all of her attention to Dabi, trying to get as close as possible to him.

None of you wanted to wait, so all of you ordered your drinks. You ordered Malibu with cherry juice, you were up for something sweet. Since the sweet drinks kick in much faster and that’s exactly what you needed. Dabi ordered whisky, while Kai, Hiro and Ryohei ordered pure Vodka. Rest of the girls ordered Wine.

,, Hey’’ you heard very familiar voice close to your ear. You turned around sipping on your drink, welcoming Kai with a small smile and nodding your head.

,, How are youu?’’ he asked loud enough for you to hear. Body too close to your own in your opinion.

,, I am good and you?’’ you simply answered finishing your drink, asking yourself why is he starting this random boring chat. Realizing that your friends were eyeing you and your ex down, you smirked to yourself. If they only knew, how little shit you gave about him.

,, Let’s go get another round of drinks’’ you said, and made your way toward the bar, while Kai was following every step you made.

,, You look beautiful tonight’’ Kai pointed after you ordered what everyone was drinking. Well, at least someone appreciates your effort tonight, you thought to yourself.

,, Thank you, you look cool yourself’’ you said already trying your drink, while giving the money with your right hand to the bartender. He didn’t look bad at all, wearing black button up shirt, one part of it tucked in his jeans. His typical black convers shoes. He looked good.

Once you two got back, placing all the drinks on the table, you could feel Dabi’s eyes on you. You weren’t sure if he wanted to tell you something, so you took his Whisky and went to him.

,, What is it ?’’ you asked giving him his drink.

,, Nothing at all’’ he replied eying you down. He was about to say something more, but Akari interrupted him, saying some nonsense. Not wanting to watch them together, you just left them, making your way toward Ryohei, Himari and Kai on the dancefloor.

All of you were dancing. Jumping around and waving your body to the sound of the music. You realized that Kai was trying real hard to get you to himself, but sadly your drinks didn’t hit you that much yet. Still the only person that was on your mind was Dabi. You wanted to look at him, and see what’s he doing, but you were afraid once you turn around you’ll find Akari all over him again, or even worse making out with him. It would definitely ruin your night.

After few more drinks, you finally started getting tipsy. While Mother Mother was playing, you and Himari were jumping around, making your way back toward the table to get your other drink that was already there, you two were screaming at each other ,, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, you better run’’ moving your body crazily just as the music was.

,, Cheers’’ Himari screamed, once both of you placed a bit salt on your hand. Licking the salt of your hand, both of you drank the tequila fast before sucking the lemon. Making the weird face, both of you laughed preparing another shot.

Making your way back to the others, both of you were going crazy to the beat of the song you loved. With a new drink in your hand, you didn’t think about the consequences. After all the music was just so good, you simply had to drink.

Dancing around, you felt a body pressed against your. Tilting your head to the side, you realized it’s Kai standing behind you, trying to get as much of you as he could. At that moment you didn’t give a fuck anymore, just giving in and dancing with him. You saw Himari and Mina laughing at you, thinking you two will get together.

,, I’ll go smoke one fast, wanna come?’’ Kai asked. You simply shook your head giving him a sign that you'll simply wait and found yourself once again dancing with Himari. You were glad Himari was there, since without her you wouldn’t have much fun as you had now.

,, You are fast’’ you said, feeling Kai’s body behind you again. Slow down by Chase Atlantic started playing, no better song for grinding your body against someone else. Moving your body slowly, you felt his hands holding your hips firmly.

,, Are you sure you aren‘t into daddy kink doll?“raspy and deep voice made you twitch in shock. ,, What’s wrong? Didn’t expect me ?’’ he added, holding your hips stronger, not giving you any chance to move away from him.

You felt like there was no need to answer him, since Mina bought you another drink you were already busy sipping on your drink . After all, all you wanted to do was drink and get wasted in that moment anyway. So you moved your body from the side to the side, enjoying how close his body was to yours.

Realizing that you drank your drink, Dabi took it form your hand and gave it to the bartender that was passing by anyway. Turning you around to face him, he took your arms and placed them around his neck, while his own arms found their way to your waist.

,, Wasn’t the plan to make Kai jealous?’’ he asked. You could feel his hot breath on your ear. Tilting your head a bit to the left, you closed your eyes and gave him a small nod with the biggest grin ever.

The grin was long gone once you felt his hands over your ass, squeezing it tightly. ,, Then why am I at the end the jealous one ?’’ He asked giving you one more squeeze. Drunk like that you forgot about your friends and what might they think.

,, Is this how you treat your daddy?’’ he added, not giving you a chance to even progress the last question he gave you. You were never into daddy kink, but coming from his lips, you were ready to call him daddy as much as he wanted.

,, I want.. drink.. haha’’ you said laughing, hoping he will get you another one, since you weren’t capable to do it on your own anymore.

,, We are going home’’ he said. He was already tipsy on his own, but nowhere drunk as you were. He told everyone that you two are leaving, not giving you much time to greet them. Seeing disappointed look on Akari’s face made your night. IN YOUR FACE YOU BITCH ASS HOE

Dabi helped you wear your cardigan, and placed your bag over your shoulders, before he placed his hand around your waist helping you walk a bit. Well, you could walk, but with his grip around you, it was much easier.

,, I thought you could take care of yourself’’ he said once you two were outside. He placed you on the nearest bench, just to light up his cigarette before he pulled you up once again. You placed your arm around his shoulders, bragging about how you can walk perfectly fine.

,, Stop pissing me off doll, you’re hard to hold’’ he said as his grip was getting stronger.

,,Or what ?’’ You laughed, taking the cigarette from him and placing it between your lips. You don’t smoke usually, but alcohol took over you. Dabi laughed surprised, not used at the sight of you smoking.

,, My little Touya, you weren’t even born when I started smoking’’ you managed to say, while he was just laughing at the nonsense you were telling him.

Dabi didn’t know what he should do first, hold you firmly or pull your dress down, scared it was to high up for everyone else to see what’s under it.

,,Now, behave yourself, we are almost home’’ he said pulling your dress down a little, and throwing the almost done cigarette from your lips on the floor.

At his and your surprise both of your parents were still outside enjoying their time. You threw your arm up in the air ready to greet them, but Dabi stopped you fast enough. It’s not like your parents have anything against you drinking. But he wasn’t in a mood to talk with them about anything tonight. And he knew very well that drunk like that you were more then ready for a chat with them.

,, Already home?’’ Enji screamed once he saw you two. You were ready to brag about how you wanted to party a bit longer, but Dabi once again stopped you, telling them how you didn’t feel good that much.

,,What’s your problem man ?’’ You hissed at the party breaker that was pulling you upstairs to your room. Looking how your parents prepared your room made you grin. There was a mattress beside your bed prepared for Dabi.

,, They really think you’ll sleep down there’’ you grinned.

,, Obviously’’ Dabi said, placing you slowly on your bed.

,, Now, change into your pajama while I’m brushing my teeth’’ he said slowly, making sure you understand every word.

With alcohol in your system, you just lain down to rest a bit, before getting all the power and will you had to change.

Pulling your dress over your head, you started looking for your pajamas. Seeing Dabi’s shirt on the floor, you felt satisfied and just wore it. Standing there in the room, you thought if it’s his shirt he wore today, or just the one he got himself for bed. You would rather sleep naked than in a shirt he just wore in the club. Even the thought of the smell of all the smoke and alcohol made you feel dizzy.

Taking the part of his shirt, you pulled it close enough for you to sniff it making sure it’s not his shirt from clubbing.

,,What are you doing doll? ‘’ You froze. Looking to the side, you saw him leaning on the doorframe while smirk was formed on his lips. Luckily there was enough alcohol in your system to feel embarrassed in that very moment, since the view of you sniffing his shirt was weird as fuck.

,, Can’t get enough of me ?’’ he added getting closer to you. ,, You have to wear some shorts, or I’ll really be forced sleep on the mattress tonight’’ he added looking you up and down, while you just stood there speechless.

,, Come here, let’s take off your make up’’ he said, placing his hand on your back, leading the way to the bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, Dabi pulled you up, making you sit on the washing machine. Slowly helping you wash your teeth. Swinging your legs playfully, Dabi almost poured the water he prepared for you on the floor. Placing the glass to the side, he took your legs and wrapped them around his waist. Even tho you weren’t sober, you could completely understand the position you were in. Taking the wet wipes he started cleaning your make up carefully. You just closed your eyes enjoying his touch on your face, while he was giving his best to do it gentle as possible.

Sudden feel of a skin brushing over your nose made you open your eyes. Seeing his face not even inches from yours, made you froze. His nose brushing against your own, before you felt his soft lips against your own.

,, You are driving me crazy’’ he said, placing his forehead against yours. Not thinking twice you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. At first you knew that he was surprised since he just stood there, but after a short second you felt him smile into the kiss, leaning in and wanting more.

With his hands under your, or better to say his own shirt, he was moving them up and down slowly. The touch of his hands rubbing your naked skin softly made you want more of him. Pulling him closer with your legs, you placed your hands on his chest , wanting to feel everything you could.

Pulling your head back breaking the kiss, you attacked his neck, leaving wet kisses all over it. Touya pulled your body up, placing his hands on your ass, making his way toward your room. Making small breaks while pushing your body against the wall trying to kissing you like his life depended on it.

Once he placed you on the bad, he didn’t waste any time, hovering over you and kissing your neck. Wanting everyone to know to who you belong to. He wanted to make sure the next time you see Kai, he will know that Dabi is the one that’s dicking you down.

,, I know you couldn’t stand the sight of me and Akari, but grinding on Kai like a little whore, making me all jealous was really unnecessary’’ he gasped between kisses. Pulling the shirt over your head he threw it over the room, leaving you only in your panties. ,, especially in that little dress of yours” he added, as he looked over your half naked body.

,, Fuck you, what did you expect of me, I was mad’’ you moaned out once you felt his lips on your breast, sucking and biting it.

,, Well.. guess what’’ he said, still sucking your boob, while squeezing the other one.

,,What?’’ you breathed out, eyes closed while enjoying his lips on your body.

,, Daddy will punish his little naughty girl’’ he said, once again leaving wet love marks all over your chest.

,,Touya, I’m really not into daddy kink’’ you said, your hands deep inside his hair.

,, But I am’’ he said, his head in front of your, making eye contact with you. ,, And tonight I want everyone to know who your real daddy is. I want everyone to know who you belong to’’ he said, wrapping his hand around your throat. ,, Do you understand me ?’’ he added.

,,Yes’’ you whispered, not breakig the eye contact.

,,Yes what?’’ he asked as his hand started to apply pressure to your throat. Not being used to choking, you couldn’t really manage to give him the right answer. It wasn’t the kind of choking where you felt like passing out because of the lack of oxygen, but you were still new to it.

,,Yes daddy’’ you managed to say somehow. Satisfied with your answer, Dabi moved his hand away from your throat, leaving small kisses over the same spot where his hand left small marks.

,, Such a good girl’’ he said, pulling your panties down. Licking his lips, as you were exposed to him. The fact that you were so valuable to him, and knowing how much power he had over you was turning Touya even more on.

Not wasting any time, he spread your thighs further apart, his head leaning down to run his tongue through your folds. Feeling his tongue piercing on your clit, something you always wanted to feel, made you throw you head back into the pillow, while grabbing Dabi’s head pulling him closer to yourself.

Licking you around your opening, the warm and hot feeling of his tongue, mixed with cold feeling of his piercing was making you shiver. You could feel him smirk against your core as he saw how much effect he has on you. You moan as his lips and tongue move against your folds, eating you out like it’s his last meal.

,,Touya please’’ you moan out, as he sucks roughly on your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt up, as your fingers grab his messy hair.

Flicking his tongue roughly and tugging your clit, his hands were holding your thighs firmly, as his light blue eyes were focused on you. It doesn’t take him long to make you cum all over his mouth, his name falling from your lips shamelessly. Climbing over you, he kissed you passionately, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, you started kissing his tattoos, something you wanted to do long time ago. Especially since he came back. Dabi breathed heavily, his head hanging low, while you were under him kissing every little line that covered his body.

He gave you the time you needed, exploring his body as much as you wanted. But once he felt your small hands pulling down his shorts together with his boxers, and licking the tip of his already erected dick, he had to stop you. At your surprise, even his dick was pierced.

,, Another time doll’’ he said, pulling you up. ,, I’ve been dying to fuck you since forever’’ he added, slowly rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. Without any warning his slammed his whole length inside making your scream both in pleasure and pain. Wiggling a little, trying to move just a bit away from him, hoping the pain will go away. But Touya couldn’t let that happened, now when he finally had his dick deep inside you.

,,Just relax baby’’ he said not moving, letting you adjust to his size. Placing soft kisses all over your jaw, then slowly moving out of you, only for him to slide back in, so slow that you could feel every vain of his dick move, together with his piercing rubbing your walls.

Dabi was moving so slow, grinding his hips against yours, as his fingers were rubbing your clit gently. Sliding out of you only until the edge of his head remains, before moving slowly again in, repeating the same move all over again. Only God knew how much he wanted to break you.

,, Touya’’ you moan out once he wraps his fingers with yours, placing your left arm above your head, while his right fingers were still rubbing your clit in circles. Your legs shake as you wrap them around him, another orgasm hitting you hard.

Dabi moans with you, as you squeeze his dick while riding of your orgasm. With you having your second orgasm, he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Your warm walls around him coated in juices were driving him crazy. All the soft and slow moves were forgotten, making his motions now much deeper and intense. Pulling out till the end and slamming recklessly into you again. Groaning in pleasure, he was slamming into you with a speed you could only imagine.

,, Touya, slow down’’ you moaned, closing your eyes, still sensitive from your second orgasm. ,, I don’t think I can take it’’ you added, trying to catch your breath.

,,Of course you can take it. Look at you, you’re taking it right now doll’’ he groaned, holding your hips in one place while fucking you hard like no one ever has before. You were a moaning mess, with every move your moans were louder.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned, fingers still connected to his. Grabbing his back with your left hand and digging your fingers inside his skin.

,, You’re takng it so well love’’ he said, groaning as he felt the pressure of your nails digging into his back. ,, Go ahead, scratch my back as much as you want’’ he added kissing you sloppily.

Once he started rubbing your clit again, you found yourself digging your nails into his back like a wild cat, finding comfort in it. ,, Touya’’ you moaned his name out as both of you were coming closer to your highs. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, his moves becoming more deeper and jankier. His eyes were shut, while your body started shaking once again. Once again you felt your orgasm pulsing through your stomach, and there you were again squeezing his dick not being able to control yourself as you moaned his name over and over again. Dabi continued fucking you , his groans getting louder and louder, feeling your walls getting tighter and tighter while you were milking his dick down, he released. Emptying his seeds deep into you.

Both of you stayed in the same position, trying to breath normally. His thumb gently rubbing your hand, as he placed kisses all over your bruised neck.

,, You have no idea how much I wanted to be with you’’ he said between the kisses. ,,I’m so in love with you doll’’ he breathed out, making you feel butterfly’s inside your stomach.

,, Are you?’’ you asked, tilting your head just enough to look at him.

,, Don’t act like you didn’t know already’’ he said smiling, while brushing his nose against your cheek. Of course you didn’t know.

,,Fuck you, I was dying here for you, thinking my love is just one sided’’ you said hitting his chest lightly. ,, I even dated Kai hoping I’ll forget you somehow’’ you added hitting him once again, making him laugh a bit.

,, Don’t mention his name. That’s the past. You belong to me now, only me’’ he said, grabbing your jaw and kissing you. You were always his anyway.

,, All yours, Touya’’ you said, kissing him back-

,, Are you kids awake ? ´´ Enji’s head peeked inside your room, finding his eldest son naked on top of his best friends daughter. Making him choke on the air and forgetting the actual reason he was looking for you two.

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Thoughts on Elektra? 👀

I have so many thoughts!

Tl,dr: I love her, Your Honor, and she deserved better.

Initially, I absolutely did not like her, for several reasons:

She seemed like a bland, racist femme fatale stereotype

I was excited to see Matt navigate a relationship with Karen, and Elektra disrupted that in a way that felt contrived and artificial

Matt’s reactions to her (telling her “no” in one breath, then going along with her ideas) struck me as OOC (this was before I’d read the comics lol)

Elektra didn’t respect his “no” (even if he later backtracked, she still had a responsibility, prior to that, to respect his boundaries)

Elektra was associated with the Hand plot and I prefer to pretend the Hand plot doesn’t exist

But after rewatching S2 and watching the Defenders, my thoughts on her are slowly changing. Basically, I started trying to understand her character from her perspective, rather than from the perspective of how she impacted other story elements (like Matt, the Karedevil romance, the Hand plotline, and even the Punisher plotline).

Watching the story from her perspective is…so, so heartbreaking. Now, I’m not going to pretend to understand the Black Sky nonsense, because I don’t think it matters whether Elektra is actually psychologically predisposed to kill. Because even if that was innate to her, Stick still manipulated it. Who knows what would have happened without his influence?

So setting aside the Black Sky stuff, we’re left with a little girl who has almost every bad experience that shaped Matt, with none of the positives. We are all a mix of adverse influences and resilience influences, and the balance between them significantly impacts our ability to become our own person.

Yes, Matt had the toxic influence of Stick, the loss of both parents in different ways, the experience of growing up in an orphanage, the trauma of losing his sight, and he has his grandmother’s words ringing in his ear. All of these adverse influences happened before he was an adult, and therefore had a greater likelihood of damaging his view of himself, others, and the world. But at the same time, Matt also had very positive influences, like Jack while he was alive, Father Lantom, and Matt’s faith in general. These resilience factors are able to mitigate some of the harm from the adverse factors. (For comparison, look at Murderdock to see a hint of Matt stripped of those positive influences, with some more negative influences added in.)

But Elektra? She had the influence of Stick and the loss of both parents, and she didn’t have any resilience factors that I can identify. Not a single one. Even her adoptive “family” was just a manipulation.

And yet somehow, despite it all, she grows up with a genuine desire for life. She wants to find joy; she wants to have adventure; she wants to be free; and most importantly, I think, she wants to figure out who she actually is. That’s a picture of hope that all the darkness couldn’t destroy.

And speaking of darkness: though she once tells Matt that she was drawn to the darkness in him, she later admits that it was actually the light in him that drew her to him, and confesses that she’s so glad she failed to snuff it out. That tells me so much about her. She may have outwardly belittled his mercifulness, but inside, it resonated deeply with her.

Which is so much more powerful given that Matt is, as far as I can tell, the only person on the planet who ever has shown mercy towards Elektra. He’s the only person who’s seen beneath the cavalier and violent persona she portrays. He’s the only person who loves her not for who she pretends to be, but for, simultaneously, who she is and who she can become.

That’s key, to me. The message around me in my culture is that love accepts you as you are…and I believe that’s true, but I don’t think love stops there. I think love also means wanting someone to be the best version of themselves—which honestly, is probably not the person they currently are. So love is both accepting and…frankly, the word that comes to mind is “sanctifying” (the Christian term for becoming the best version of yourself, guided and helped by God).

On the one hand, Matt is at times very black-and-white in his view of what’s best for Elektra, and he never actually sits down and asks what she thinks and how she feels. But although his methods are rough (it’s Matt, human disaster; of course they’re rough), his heart is truly in the right place. His heart is unconditionally, fiercely for her.

And I think that means more to her than she can ever say. Where others would write her off as a loss cause, he truly believes she’s capable of so much more.

And she rises to that occasion! She wants to be “good” even though she’s not totally sure what that looks like or how to do it. But with truly beautiful childlike faith, that doesn’t stop her from trying. In this way, I think she has so much to teach Matt, who often gets stuck in his own head. She doesn’t need to have all the answers; she just leaps, and hopes it will work out.

It’s tragic that it doesn’t. And although it’s an important moment for Matt’s character, I think her death does a great disservice to hers. Because what are we meant to take away from it? That being good kills you?

Or maybe we’re meant to take away from her death that being good is worth it, even if it kills you. Maybe. That’s a little better. But no, I don’t think that’s a satisfying conclusion to her inner conflict. Her conflict is about figuring out who she is and then, once she says she wants to be good, figuring out how to do that—especially despite everything she’s been told about herself. That’s—guys, that’s so rich. And relatable! Don’t we all have that struggle, in some way or another? Killing her before she has the chance to wrestle with that was, in my opinion, pretty cheap.

I just wish we could’ve seen that struggle unfold. Again, I don’t know what the heck was going on with the Black Sky resurrection stuff. It was brilliant to see Elektra reclaim her name and her autonomy, but there was no struggle. In fact, reclaiming her name didn’t seem to change anything about her actual behavior. She still fought the Defenders, including Matt—albeit not to the death, but, like…that’s a pretty low bar. I mean, c’mon. And what was she fighting for? She said their fight was what living feels like—but then a building collapses on them. So is that the grand conclusion to her arc? She’s back to someone who only feels like she’s living when she’s in a fight and she’s someone who’ll risk Matt’s life for the thrill? Really?

Maybe they would’ve returned to her story in future seasons or spin-offs or something, maybe that wasn’t meant to be the end, but even as a midpoint, I thought it was clumsy.

This is a whole essay/rant at this point, so I’ll cut myself off here, except to say that I really want to explore what I think her arc should have been in fic, so…be on the lookout for that, if you’re interested! (Just…might have to wait a while, because y’all know I have too many wips already.)

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smellslikee-teenspirit · 3 years ago

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A Love Letter To Insecure.

“I had to believe that it would work out, for it to work.” - Issa Dee

I know there are other people out there like me - ones who used to look up at the stars when they were kids and hoped that their dreams would actually come true, and are now adults with that same hope. People whose dreams seemed so unattainable to the closed minds of people around them: Creatives. Being a creative is already hard enough, in a world where creativity isn’t “profitable,” but being a Black creative is even harder. So to have the honor of looking at my TV every week, and get lost in the world that Issa Rae created, feels like a dream come true, even if it’s not mine (yet).

Insecure. What an excellent piece of Black television. As a young adult, as a Black woman (a very awkward one at that), an aspiring filmmaker, a music lover - this show is monumental. I’m so glad I got to experience it in real time. From the music, to the acting, to the cinematography, to the costume design, to the writing, this show is truly an exceptional body of work that deserves all of its flowers.

Insecure popped up at the perfect time - for a while, there’d been a bit of a drought in terms of honest, raw, Black TV shows. Not to be divisive, but shows like How To Get Away With Murder and Scandal, for example, weren’t very relatable (I mean, c’mon, which one of your homegirls is secretly running the country while getting her back blown out by the President of the United States? Yeah, didn’t think so). The authenticity of its storytelling and premise made for a very relatable, yet hilarious show.

In my own journey, one of the reasons that I decided to move away from wanting to take the traditional route of going to film school (besides not having the money), is because I realized that in film school, I would only be studying film from a white, male-centric perspective, which doesn’t do a lot for me in terms of wanting to tell stories about Black people - and get it right. Steven Spielberg can’t teach me about what colors and technical settings need to be achieved to properly light dark skin. Ron Howard’s work can’t teach me how to convey certain emotions and feelings visually when adapting a piece of Black feminist literature to film. When it comes to the visuals of Insecure, I can confidently say that this is a show where everyone understood the assignment and executed it very well. I don’t know what kind of magic the directors, DPs and cinematographers have, but I pray they never lose it. Their respective eye(s), combined with the lighting and the always-flawless makeup, always had the cast looking all buttery and moisturized. ALWAYS.

Insecure covered a lot of topics that affect the Black community through its characters’ experiences, or even just minor characters, without being too preachy and without turning the topics into roadkill, with an effortless brand of humor and comedy seen in shows like Curb Your Enthusiasm, Sex and the City, Master of None, etc., but hadn’t really been explored for shows centered around Black people. It’s a show about Black people but isn’t a “Hey White people! This is what Black people go through!” kind of show. It presents a very neutral position with some of these topics, which is a very genius move because it leaves room for discussion, which gets people talking. Absolutely brilliant. A good example of this is mental health. In season one, Lawrence is struggling with a possible depressive episode, which is completely understandable as he’s in a very weird, confusing place in his life. The signs are definitely there, especially in terms of how he shows up in his relationship with Issa. But it isn’t demonized, nor is it presented as a teachable moment. It’s just used as a tool to tell a story between two people who love each other but aren’t quite sure how to navigate this very normal thing. It’s also presented to us at the end of season 1 where Molly runs into an old friend who reveals that she is in therapy. Molly tells Issa about this at her fundraiser with the intent to poke fun at the friend, but Issa challenges this and tells Molly (albeit with not so great intentions) that maybe she should consider going to therapy. Mental health and the prospect of going to therapy is definitely a work in progress, to say the least, in the Black community, but here it’s just presented as a conversation between two people - viewers can make of it what they wish. The way that the show equally balanced comedic elements, even tapping in to absurdist/surrealist comedy (through characters like Thug Yoda, Lawrence’s friend Chad, or even the show-within-a-show element), with dramatic moments (Issa and Lawrence’s breakup in season 1, Issa trashing her apartment in season 2, Lawrence experiencing plane turbulence after a heated argument with Condola in season 5), was a recipe quite like no other that we’ve seen in Black television, but also in television in general, which is one of the many things that make this show a monument.

I wanted this to be all official and TV/journalistic critic-like, but I can really only speak from my heart; I just really have a soft spot for how beautiful this show is. I don’t say this about many people, because I feel like it dehumanizes the person, but Issa Rae is one of my heroes. As a shy, introverted and very awkward dark-skinned Black girl, Issa makes me feel seen, and I love that Insecure showed representation of different kinds of Black people without trying too hard. The show had even become a bible for me at one point - trying to make sense of my own life, career, and relationships as I definitely saw myself in Issa’s shoes multiple times throughout the series.

Now that the show has officially come to an end, it is safe to say that Issa Rae’s name is now among the greats, like Debbie Allen, Mara Brock Akil, Suzanne de Passe, Shonda Rhimes, Yvette Lee Bowser, and all of the other Black women who have made space for us in television. I hope that Issa Rae gets her flowers - and if you ever do see this Issa, Thank you. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you, for not giving up on yourself, for believing in yourself, and for showing us that dreams really do come true, and then some. I hope that one day, I can thank you personally for the impact you’ve made in my life as an Awkward Black Girl.

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Damian Wayne || Kiss Kiss, Fall in Love 🍃

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | series m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

When Love said, “Fool, can looks thy wishes crown? // Time past comes not again.” –Stolen Pleasure || W. Drummond

↠ A love story as told through kisses…

↠ Requested By: Nobody, I just had an ~i d e a~, Mr. Krabs ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff, with a teeny-tiny sprinkle of angst. ((but my blog’s 18+ if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs for mentions of a grave and bloody injury (Damian receiving, unsurprisingly); it’s not super graphic, just a brief mention of blood, really, but still… But don’t worry tho, nobody’s getting dead, not on my watch lol… ↠ As with every x Reader fic I write for him, Damian is a full ass adult (i.e. 18 or older) here. ↠ Betas? Lmao, nah. ↠ Total WC: 3k~ ((after my edits it is no longer exactly 3k and that makes me unreasonably sad lmao))

Seasonal depression (which can totally go choke on a dick, btw) has made writing more chore than fun these past couple of weeks, but I’m slowly shaking it off. Posts’ll probably still be sporadic, but hey—I’m trying lol.

Anyways!

Here, have some cute Dami fluff. This shit’s good for the soul, I swear.

My crops? Watered. Edges? Laid. Bills? Paid.

He’s got the power~ lmao…

🍃 First Kiss

Practice Makes Perfect || WC: 400~

“I… I do not–”

Damian lets out a short, low grow the moment the word passes through his lips. I do not, I cannot—statements such as these have no place in his vocabulary, not when they’re being applied to himself, anyway. They smack of incompetence, and he’s always hated the thought of being less than in any arena.

And yet standing here before you now, hands slick with a light sheen of sweat, heart racing, and face thoroughly flushed—none of which has been induced by something acceptable like training or his nightly duties—there’s a regrettably undeniable truth to this shameful admittance. And you certainly deserve the truth, not that he can tell you the whole of things at this juncture, but that only makes it all the more imperative that he gives you what he can now.

And so he takes a deep breath and tries again.

“I am sorry, beloved, but I am unfortunately bereft of experience with such matters.”

For your part you just give a breathy little laugh as you cup cheeks that are overly warm to the touch. “Hey, Dami, babe, that’s okay. No, really,” you insist when he cuts his eyes over at you with a grunt, “I, uhh… I’m more than happy to be your first.”

Your words leave you just as flustered as him, not that you weren’t before, but it’s a more apparent showing now. He can feel the slight tremble in your fingers where they curl against his skin, can see the nerves that turn the curve of your smile into something adorably uncertain, can almost swear he can hear your heart beating in time with the hummingbird pace of his own.

He has no idea if he’s likewise your first, but it doesn’t matter, not really, not when he plans on being the last person you ever kiss in this lifetime.

This resolve puts the steel back in his spine, and when he finally kisses you it’s everything you expect from Damian Wayne.

The first brush of his lips is tentative, not out of fear, but reverence. The gentle pressure lingers undemanding, with the hands that had moved to cradle your own brushing calloused thumbs over their backs. When he pulls away some odd seconds later he watches with thinly veiled amusement as a cute little lovesick grin slowly spreads across your face.

“That, um, that was really good—for a first attempt, I mean.” Your amendment leaves him rolling his eyes.

“Thank you, but I am sure that I can do better.”

“Oh?”

“Mm. Another attempt is in order, I think.”

“Well, practice does make perfect—or so the saying goes…”

🍃 One Hundredth Kiss

Something Worth Talking About || WC: ~1.2k

Life, Damian has found, is all about balance.

There are various proven scientific laws that talk about actions and reactions, cause and effect, so he’s very much aware of the principles as they stand. However, that does not mean that he appreciates the force in all its many forms—especially when it leads to having dozens upon dozens of cameras and microphones shoved into his face.

He is a Wayne, and the Waynes are an affluent family, and because of this the media—as well as the public at large—seems to think that that gives them some sort of right to his life.

Cause and effect, actions and reactions… Newton had claimed that, despite being opposite, the latter was supposed to be equal in proportion to the former, and yet the young man cannot help but to think that this isn’t at all an appropriate response to one’s net worth.

Your being beside him is yet another direct result of the family name. Naturally being his partner means enduring the plethora of events that various social obligations require him to attend—or it would if he’d not done everything in his power to keep you from being dragged into the more… unfortunately public (read: annoying) aspects of his life.

Despite his status he’s managed to keep that which is most important to him (i.e. you) away from the prying eyes and gaping maws of the press, always citing your safety as well as your peace of mind (nevermind his own) as the driving reasons. Vale, Ryder, and all their ilk are far too vicious of creatures for him to ever willingly allow them near someone so precious as you, but, vigilantism aside, experience has long since taught him that it is only ever a matter of time before that which is hidden comes to light—oftentimes with it kicking and screaming all the while. Such a scenario is not one that he wants either of you to endure any more than he wants the exposure, but unfortunately there’s little else for it.

What started as a potential eventuality has morphed into a looming inevitability that grows closer with every passing day, and is the sole reason that you both find yourselves in this rather undesirable situation.

The day itself is nice at least, being unusually sunny for mid-autumn Gotham, with a crisp breeze catching the lighter materials that some have chosen to garb themselves in for this affair. The shivering that inevitably accompanies such folly leaves him narrowing his eyes even as he silently sighs in resignation. That so many whom share his tax bracket choose fashion over function will never cease to amaze him, especially when they can have both, but such is the ‘privilege’ of wealth, he supposes. Their continued need to have all eyes on them is being put to good use this time around, at least.

This particular luncheon is Foundation hosted, and meant to raise funds for the latest disaster to strike the cursed city. It’s a common enough happening—both the tragedy and the outpouring of funds that ever follows—that the pomp is expected. Anyone who is supposedly worth talking about knows to make an appearance and drop a stack or two, so even if it were not hosted by the family, at least one Wayne would have to be in attendance. And when all things are considered, your making your debut as a couple will probably go over smoother at a more understated event such as this one.

When Damian had volunteered to be the family representative for the function it raised eyebrows and questions both, but everyone had been wise enough to keep the bulk of things behind their teeth—well, if you don’t count Grayson spraying anyone unfortunate enough to be across from him in a fine layer of whatever sugary swill he had been drinking in a reaction more fit for a slapstick comedy.

The pair of you have the well-wishes and prayers of the whole of the Wayne clan, and having been set upon nearly from the second you’d exited the escort vehicle you certainly need them. Thankfully all of the reporters’ inquiries are expected and thusly have been thoroughly prepared for, with that which is not being pointedly ignored. For his part Damian answers with the bland aplomb that he’s become famous for, while you bring your own flavor of charisma to the table. By the time you finally make it to the building’s entrance he’s sure that he’ll have any number of bruises on his hand from those occasions when your nerves had gotten the better of you, but overall you both manage to make it through the trying ordeal unscathed.

You let out a shaky sigh of a laugh as you do your best to ignore the cries of “Just one more picture of the beautiful couple, please!” and the like, and even in your clearly flustered state Damian cannot help but to think that you’re the most exquisite thing he’s ever had the honor of laying eyes on.

You’re a vision in your chosen ensemble, with the colors and cut of it accentuating that distinct brand of beauty that no one aside from you has ever been able to capture. With your pretty eyes blown wide, and lips slightly parted around a breath meant to steady there’s a certain delicacy about you, one that demands his attention, his protection. Even with the ever circling vultures that are the paparazzi at your backs and the whole of Gotham’s high society waiting for you just beyond the gilded doors he finds himself giving in to a desire that would usually go ignored until you’re both safely within the confines of some private space.

The kiss that he presses against the plush of your mouth is a sweet and gentle thing, one that gives everything but asks for so little in return. He half expects you to pull away, but you cannot seem to stop yourself from melting into the ministration, with your hand coming up to cradle the one that cups your cheek. The pair of you linger with closed eyes, shutting out the world that wants far more than its due in lieu of drinking from the well of your shared love. When you finally, reluctantly, pull apart it’s as if the bubble that you’d created for yourselves bursts, and the universe in all its inherent chaos once again makes itself known with a clamor. Unsurprisingly the cameras’ caught the whole of the brief display, and their owners have been left frenzied because of it.

The breath that you take this time is just as unsteady as the last, though you don’t seem nearly as shaken as before despite the heat he can feel against his palm. Your lips pull off into a small, shy smile as you ask, “Um, begging your pardon, sir, but what even was that?”

The man gives a half shrug as his hand drops, taking yours along with it in a tangle of fingers. “If they must talk, why not give them something worth talking about?”

🍃 Vigilante Kiss

Humanity, and Other Fragile Things || WC: 700~

|| One last CW for that bloody, life threatening injury I talked about…

You were never supposed to find out this way.

Damian had a plan, or at least the makings of one. There were still certain kinks that definitely needed to be worked out, contingencies to be made should you prove to be less than accepting of his nightly activities, and answers that he needed to be able to provide when you inevitably asked their corresponding questions. And that is saying nothing about the risks involved. If it were just his own safety on the line he would not be nearly so wary, but it is not just him—it is him, and you, and everybody else that he holds dear in this unfairly dangerous and spiteful world…

So yes, he has naturally put a fair bit of thought into how to reveal his vigilante persona to you, but never once in all of the eventualities that he has contemplated did he ever think he’d be doing so while nearly at death’s door.

Thinking on it now, it really should have made the list of possibilities. Were he the man that he was before meeting you he would’ve blamed hubris—that all-consuming belief that he was untouchable, his skills beyond reproach and more than enough to fell anyone foolhardy enough to stand against him—but loving you has long since shown him that he is indeed human and thusly fallible. And from that fallibility a different type of delusion was born, one that would not allow him to entertain the thought of a world in which the two of you did not exist concurrently.

Reality, however, clearly has decreed it so.

This is why he lifts his hand away from the wound that oozes blood in time with the ever slowing beat of his heart, uncaring of the way the warm, vicious liquid smears across his face as he peels the domino away from his eyes. The recognition that dawns in your own is a brief flash, a comet’s streak across an otherwise overcast sky that’s instantly eclipsed by an all-consuming dread. Your cries of “No-no-NO!” do not cease, but rather decrease in volume as he beckons you closer to whisper the refrain that has been repeating in his head since his injury had taken him to his knees all those minutes—Seconds? Hours?—ago:

“I love you, my darling. Please live, and do not dwell—if not for you, then for me. Please.”

It takes a fair bit of effort to utter the deceptively short declaration turned plea, and more still to bring his lips up to meet yours in what he’s sure will be his parting kiss…

But despite the improbability of it all, it would seem as if the universe has deemed its quota of suffering filled, if only for tonight.

He knows that it cannot be the result of some cosmic absolution. The things that he has done, the atrocities gleefully committed before he knew to feel shame—contempt, for both himself and those who set him about those horrid tasks—will never be blotted out no matter how many nights he gives over to his commission. But you… He can certainly see a scenario where whatever governing forces there are out there look far more kindly on a person like you. You’ve always been his better half in truth, radiating kindness and warmth and all things good and wondrous. Balance is usually the order of the day, but he fully believes that someone like you has the ability to turn even the most concrete of laws on their head.

In truth this is the only explanation that he can find for his waking up in the Cave’s medbay instead of whatever void or otherly dimension it is that awaits a being such as he once death finally has its due.

But in the end the whys matter little, he supposes. What’s truly important is the fact that he is here, with you—beautiful, perfect you—and that you’re both very much alive and well enough. His physical injuries will take time to heal, and the shared psychological wound longer still. Neither process will be especially pleasant to endure, but he’s more than willing to whether all of this and more if it means he gets to share a hundred thousand more kisses, and the lifetime that inevitably accompanies them, with you.

🍃 Forever Kiss

(Let Me Be) Selfish || WC: 600~

This is beyond foolish, Damian thinks, to be jealous of my own damned dog–

–and yet here he is, looking on as you and Titus both roll about on the floor like you’re barely even half your actual ages.

The Great Dane soon gives up on trying to wrestle the rope toy out of your hand, choosing instead to go straight for the source. He settles the whole of his heft onto your torso as he attacks you with a flurry of doggy kisses, and you squeal loudly, the sound somewhat choked by the laughs that are still pouring forth from your throat. You redirect the canine’s head with a deft precision, easily rolling him off of you before rising to your knees and giving him a few solid pats. You coo out a string of gibbered praise as you cup his face and scratch around his jowls, and Titus being the spoiled (and treacherous) beast that he is revels in your affections with contented pants and a lolling tongue.

Normally such a sight would leave Damian’s heart feeling overly full—and in truth it does, even now, when he is in the thick of his own admittedly childish feelings—but given how little you’ve seen of each other lately, well…

Is it really so wrong for him to want the whole of your attention focused solely on him? That he does not want to share you, with anyone or anything, anytime soon?

He doesn’t think so, but even if it is he honestly cannot bring himself to care overmuch. He has always been a bit selfish when it comes to the things that he holds dearest, and you?

To call you a prized possession would be a disservice of the highest order. You are not a thing to be obtained and hidden away, and to reduce you to such would be a sin beyond repentance. You’re so much more than what words could ever hope to convey, though the one that he finds to be closest to the mark is simply love.

You are love.

Love at its very core, the essence of the sentiment, and the fullness thereof. You embody every hallmark of the feeling in excess, an almost superfluous showing, but no—there can be no real waste when it comes to such matters. And that you share all of this with him so willingly…

No, he really does not think that he’s at fault for wanting to hoard your affections away.

And so he enters the fray, bringing the hound to heel even as he pulls you to your feet. There’s a glow about you brought on from the brief bit of play, one that leaves your eyes shining and your cheeks warm under his calloused palms. It doesn’t take long for his desire to be mirrored on your face, with the smile you’d been giving him turning into a bitten lip and your gaze growing heady under heavy lids. You both give in to the magnetic-like pull of attraction as your lips meet with a sigh.

His greed, need, sees Damian licking into your mouth just as soon as he’s able. Tongues tangle and glide while lips suckle and part around sounds of pleasure that neither of you could ever hope to contain. It is only when your lungs make their own needs known that the pair of you finally part. The hands that had long since wandered to your waist pull you in closer as he moves to brace his forehead against yours. As he listens to the little lovesick giggles that sound in between the soft pants of your breath, reveling in the way it all breaks against his skin to spread warmth throughout the whole of his being, he knows.

This is what he wants, these bastions of reprieve and all the storms that surround them, with you, forever…

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