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winniethewife · 1 year ago

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It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 6: I'll be close behind

Warning: Angst, Alcoholism, Alcohol consumption. Trauma talk.

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I never knew how it would affect me. It seemed simple, or maybe just necessary. I loved them, I should be able to do what they do. I just had no idea how good I was going to be, or how that would change my life.

Jake took me to a shooting range. I’d never shot a Gun before, I was definitely nervous. Then the weirdest thing happened, every shot I took, was a perfect hit. Jake’s eyes widened and he started talking quietly to his reflection, speaking to the others I assumed, He said something about “Perfect aim” and “Some guy in New York.” I just felt my mind start to go numb. Memories of My days in archery class start coming back to me, being exceptionally good at it, excelling in my class, but this same numbness. I was startled back to reality when Jake touches my shoulder calling my name.

“Sorry.” I mumble as I look into his concerned eyes.

“There’s nothing to apologize for Hermosa. Qué tienes en mente?” Jake ask pulling me into his arms.

“Sometimes…Sometimes I think there’s a whole part of my life I don’t remember, Like its been blocked out of my head, and whenever I try to remember, I just feel…Numb. I…I don’t know.” I rest my head on his shoulder. Jake was quiet for a moment.

“I know exactly what you mean mi amor” Jake says softly. That’s when I realized of all the people I could be talking to, they were probably the ones who would understand the most. Jake pulls me in closer holding the back of my head to press my face into his chest. I catch a glance of his face. I’ve never seen Jake scared before now, and that scares me more than anything.

“So your memories stop after the last time you saw Layla, and Pick back up after you graduate from the academy.” Marc says as he take a sip from his whiskey. We were at a bar, probably not wise for either of us but it was quiet. Just a hole in the wall bar with cheap drinks and very little clientele. Somewhere we can talk and not be bothered by others.

“Yeah… it’s like a switch got flipped, My father sends me to this academy in the middle of nowhere. I Say goodbye to Layla then, I’ve just got lots of gaps. I remember things that happened but what I actually learned or did there other than write Layla or hang out with friends... Its all fuzzy….or just gone.” I look over at him swirling my drink in the glass “And whenever I get close to remembering something everything just numbs out can’t remember shit.”

“But at some point during this time period, someone trained you to be a killing machine…” Marc says quietly. I can tell he’s angry. Angry at my parents for sending me there. Angry that the place exists in the first place. Over the last week of experimenting we had figured out, I know martial arts, I can shoot almost anything, and I don’t know when or how I learned any of it. I was terrified. I wanted to down this drink, and two more after, maybe more. I shake my head and look up at Marc, he’s staring at his own glass, I know he’s thinking the same thing.

“It’s not worth it… you said it, one drink and then we leave, just to destress.” I remind him, although I feel like I’m also reminding myself.

“I know…I know.” Marc looks over at me. He has that look in his eye. The one reserved for me, the one only I understand its meaning, his brow furrowed in worry. I take his hand in mine. Squeezing it tight.

“We’re going to figure it out…somehow.”

“And what If I can’t? What if something goes wrong?” Marc’s voice wavers as he says this.

“I know…I know we will.” He sighs. I can tell there’s more he wants to say, His dark eyes speaking unspoken words. The concern, the understanding. I take his dink and put it down on the bar holding both his hands in mine as I look him straight in the eye.

“I’ll follow you...I know you’ll keep me safe…every step of the way.”

“Then we’ll figure it out.”

“You sound like a broken record.” He chuckles

“Well…you come up with something better.” I smirk at him.

“Come on let’s get out of this dump.”

Layla and I looked over the supplies for the mission, all the stuff we had acquired laid out in the storage unit. I felt like I’d done this before, but I don’t know when. It bothers me, I look over at Layla and I don’t know what to say as I watch her, she is everything to me, she has been for as long I can remember, And now they both mean more than I could ever imagine, I don’t know what will come of this but I can only hope for the best. Layla turns to me and notices my gaze.

“It’s going to be okay. Trust me.” She says softly.

“Oh, I trust you, I trust you all. I just don’t trust myself. I have no idea what happened to me at the academy. I have no idea what they trained me to do or who they made me become. It’s also odd that in all the research he’s done, Steven can’t even find it, I like it never existed.” I say with worry seeping through my body. “What if...What if I can’t control it…what if I hurt someone What if I hurt one of you?” My vision blurs with tears. Layla rushes to embrace me.

“Shhh...It won’t happen…We won’t let it happen.” She says as she presses her forehead to mine. I feel the tears fall from my eyes, I want to tell her that she shouldn’t make promises she can’t keep. I want to tell her how I don’t know what to do, or what will happen, how I’ll never forgive myself, but her eyes are so full of determination. She is so sure, I just feel myself give in, tears streaking down my face as I nod.

“Okay…Okay. We can do this.” I whisper, holding her face in my hands.

“Of course we can…we can do anything together…As long as we stay together.”

“Together.”

Translations:

Qué tienes en mente?: what's on your mind?

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rosemirmir · 7 months ago

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Tagged by @stickers-on-a-laptop for this! Thanks for the tag. :D

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

152 across my three pseuds, 123 on my main/fic one, 25 for my art one, and 4 for my meta one.

2. What is your AO3 wordcount?

77,898

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly tokusatsu, and old anime. Though there's also some Zelda, and a few other things in the mix too.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Excluding the one that got hit by a kudos bot its:

Please Bird Call Responsibly (Ankh/Eiji, T)

A Reminder (Ankh/Eiji, E)

When It's Spring, and You're a (Horny, Horny) Bird (Ankh/Eiji, E)

Tell Me Your, Tell Me Your, Fantasy, Fantasy (Ankh/Eiji, E)

Hot Weather, Popsicles, And a Touch of Mischief (Ankh/Eiji, G)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yeah! Sometimes I forget because memory issues, but I like to respond to comments whenever I get them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This one. (Post OOO 10th, probably the only thing I will ever write that's compliant with that film XD)

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's a good question. I would say this one?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't gotten any yet, I think locking my comments to archive users only (mainly because of all the spambot problems) is a big reason why.

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

I do. I just write it for the ships and characters I want to center it around. I've always joked "You can tell I'm really invested in something if I write/draw smut for it".

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I do when I have the idea! They're fun to do. And I would say the fic where I make Ankh have incredibly awkward sexual tension with The Owner from Den-O is up there.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Two times, both in Brazilian Portuguese. :D

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not, but it would be fun to give it a try one day.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

AnkhEiji and Mayalock. I refuse to pick one over the other.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There was this one WIP I had where Ankh and Eiji are dealing with a heat wave I don't see myself getting back to anytime soon. (Unless inspiration strikes during the summer.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and characterization! I've had people point it out to me before as well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Descriptions of things, I've always struggled with that. Which is why its something I've been really working on with my writing as of late to try and improve at.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't think I've done it yet (If I have I can't remember right now, memory issues) but the approach I would take is italicizing it to differentiate it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pokemon! I'm pretty sure the first fic I actually wrote was a pokemon one. Though none of those have survived throughout the years.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I would have to say Wrap Me In Your Wings (And Hold Me Closer) is my favorite fic I've written so far.

Tagging @belovedstill @xing-hua @buddyaldridge @droppedalltheseoreos @dragonofeternal @setsuntamew (No pressure!) And if you see this and want to do it, go for it!

#linky posts #long post

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girlreviews · 6 months ago

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Review #128: A Night At The Opera, Queen

Growing up in England, Queen and their songs are just part of life. I kind of love thinking about how a tiny little island has so much of its own art, music, and culture, and how when you step away from it you see how quirky and cool it is. Queen and their hits are still on heavy rotation on the radio, get people dancing at parties and big events, and every Millennial has probably seen the We Will Rock You musical 20 times.

So how is it that I had never actually listened to a single Queen album from start to finish? I since learned I am far from alone on this. Most of us haven’t! It makes sense. Everyone has the Greatest Hits album, and that’s what they know.

I was DELIGHTED by A Night At The Opera. Queen in their truest form, the most British sounding record ever. Lazing On A Sunday Afternoon is silly, whimsical, operatic, has a Kinks vibe, and lets you appreciate the harmonizing ooooohs and aaaahs that are signature.

Every song has its own persona and they’re all really different, but you can hear how they informed later Queen — the rhythm in ‘39 reminds me of Fat Bottom Girls. It’s different but it is just a glimpse into future paths of future songs. It’s the kick drum I think. It’s also completely beautiful, folky, gentle and whistful. But like they do, they overlay their melodic solos and the rich backing vocals so you end up with what sounds like Simon & Garfunkel if they got stuck at a pub lock in and forgot they were American.

Guitars and their solos sound like they are singing, answering the vocal melody. They really just weave between lighthearted and snarling serious. There is an entire song that is really big and brash that’s literally a love letter to a car. I really feel that, even though I drive a Prius hatchback. I AM in love with my car, and finally a song exists that acknowledges that love. Okay the song has existed since 1975, but I didn’t know that. I’m a late adopter I guess. In this track Freddie is singing about breaking up with his girlfriend so he can be in love with his car. I’m sort of inspired by the idea that one can be complete with nothing more than the freedom and autonomy of a car. It’s tongue in cheek for sure but that’s what’s beautiful about music — it can mean anything to anyone. I can listen to it sincerely if I want to.

You’re My Best Friend is still so sweet, and musically wonderful. What better way to express love and gratitude to someone than by a song in which you tell someone “you make me live”. I love it. It’s charming. It’s such a simple but deep sentiment.

I can’t help but hear The Kinks in these more whimsical songs, like Seaside Rendezvous, it’s the tinkery piano, the vocal effects, I swear this song actually DOES feature a kazoo or something similar. It’s got big Victorian seaside holiday energy. I can’t imagine that’s not what they were going for. It’s so British. It’s so unique. It’s so much more complicated than you initially hear. There’s so much to unpack in every song.

Okay, so Bohemian Rhapsody came to us via this record. Most of us heard it later when it was re-released and popularized by Wayne’s World in the 90s. Obviously it’s iconic and that’s why my mother and her girlfriends went out one night and on the way home Bohemian Rhapsody came on the radio. They got pulled over and questioned about their sobriety because they were witnessed recreating the scene in the car with Wayne and Garth. They were just rocking out.

I heard Bohemian Rhapsody REALLY young. I have vivid memories of sitting in the backseat hearing it and just being totally moved by it. I realize now it’s mostly because I heard it and understood it to be true and autobiographical. I sat and despaired that Freddie Mercury’s mother killed a man and now he’s gone and thrown it all away. I was so sad. I thought it was all true and happened. I got teary-eyed whenever it came on. I was a very sensitive child, if you couldn’t tell, and it wasn’t unusual for me to be moved to tears by music and words, even when I was tiny. That hasn’t changed much, either. I often wonder or wish that I could experience this song through someone else’s ears. What might they notice that I don’t? How might they feel?

I have a friend that shares my love of just going for a drive for no reason to look around and get lost. We often stick Bohemian Rhapsody on to lift our spirits and snap us out of a funk. It’s all the things and covers all emotions. It’s genuinely a journey, and honestly the entire record leading up to it is a journey too. Literally, like a night out at the opera.

#album review #music #music review #rolling stone top 500 #queen #a night at the opera #freddie mercury

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funkymbtifiction · 2 years ago

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Hi Charity 😊 Just finished “The Complete Enneagram: 27 Paths to Greater Self-knowledge” and have few thoughts. As EFP and likely e7 I never fully felt this type (I’m not super talkative energy ball) and always leaned towards being e4. But reading description of sx7 (and some of so7 too) really hit home - related to it a lot. On other hand couldn’t bond with any variant of 4, maybe little with so wanting appropriation and need other people. I assumed wrong that only 4 can be creative and want to be aesthetically pleased. Due to it dream nature can sx7 Esfp look like Enfp? And how sx/so7 of Enfp and Esfp would look like?

Lemme take a second to talk about 4s and creativity. Creativity is wrongfully associated to 4 – any Enneagram type can be creative, the difference lies in whether the creativity has a painful frustration element to it or not. 4s are from the frustration triad, which means “nothing is ever good enough.” Specifically, this means that the 4′s creativity has to embody their inner location and be an extension of their true self. But when nothing is ever good enough, the process of creation (self-expression) can become agonizing. “I need this to be me, and it’s not me-enough! My skills aren’t quite up to par!” Since the 4 is doing-repressed, that means a lot of anguish, frustration, and attentiveness goes into curating this “art” but they may or may not ever share it, because it’s never quite up to their own expectations. It’s never “me” enough. A 4 can get so stuck in this process, that they never make progress on their creativity, and do not finish it, because it’s never RIGHT. It’s never deep enough. Or worse, others may think they understand it, but they don’t. Their perspective annoys me!

Chestnut is wrong in one aspect – there are no “sunny 4s.” Sunny 4s do not exist. 4s are a frustration type who find something to be critical about, all the time. Whenever anyone asks me about 4, I tell them to read Anna Karenina. It’s a perfect example of a 4. Chronic dissatisfaction with what she has, because she is always yearning (another aspect of 4) for what she doesn’t have, and then when she gets it, she no longer wants it. Richard Rohr also touches on this in his book, in which he talks about the 4 woman who hated her husband until he left her, then she became full of longing for him – and when he came back, her love died the instant she opened the door to him. Always longing (frustration type) and never satisfied. You even see this in Scarlett O’Hara’s 4 wing on her 3 core, where she’s always longing for a man she can’t have (Ashley) and not the one she has (Rhett), and then when Ashley is available and Rhett has left her, she wants Rhett and not Ashley.

Being a 4 is no picnic. It’s hell, in the same way that being every other type is its own brand of hell. If more people understood this about 4, fewer people would assume themselves 4s because they are “deep and creative.” Yes, 4s can be both, but that depth and creativity is also laced with intense frustration.

In terms of aesthetics, you don’t need a 4 fix to want things to be beautiful. In fact, some 4s (usually 4w5s) like “ugly” because it’s “real.” 4s are also reactive types, and “raw reality” is REAL to them. (This reminds me of the daughter in Sweet Magnolias on Netflix. The daughter is probably either a core 4 or a strong 4 fix, and she goes around town taking pictures of “ugly things” – abandoned buildings, graffiti, etc. Her 2-fixed mother is irate about this, because she puts them on the internet and that makes the “town look bad.” They fight about it, because the 4 insists that’s the REAL town, and the 2 fixer doesn’t want people thinking the town is “trashy.” 4 - focusing on the “reality” vs. 2 “polish it up, take pictures of the pretty places!”)

Anyway, moving on from the image fix into 7.

The biggest difference between 7 Se and 7 Ne is that the Se7 is highly proactive in taking immediate action, leaping on opportunities, and learns through ‘doing’ regardless of the subtypes. They move around, they have new boy/girlfriends, they rarely stay in one place, they skydive, tour Europe, go backpacking through the mountains, etc. Life is all about living to the fullest, having many sensual experiences, and living in the moment. There’s no real room for “dreaming” – why dream and fantasize when you can actually DO THINGS? Se is all about the here and now, this is all you get, so grab life by the horns and go for a ride!

Ne by its nature is imaginative, dreamy, fantasizing – let’s talk about this and dream about it and buy tickets and cancel them tomorrow, because I no longer find that interesting (the fun was in fantasizing about it). Ne by itself is already oriented toward being in the mind, idealism, imagining how things or people or places could be better or more interesting, etc. 7 brings in a busy mind, frantic thoughts, daydreaming, envisioning, excitement about IDEAS, let’s talk about them and not do them, because the inner experience is almost as good (or sometimes way better) than the outer experience! It’s fantastical idealism, a refusal to confront harsh realities, the bright side of life. It lacks the grounding and “gritty reality” of Se and is all sunshine and ideals.

Do you immediately ACT and DO or do you DREAM and FANTASIZE?

#question #mbti #enneagram #enneagram 4 #enneagram 7

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benefits1986 · 4 months ago

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Healing the inner child means going into the woods not to be stuck, but to revisit the lessons of all the adventures and misadventures.

One reason why I don't buy any Harry Potter Lego set is because it's perpetually added to my cart and I'm waiting for a legit price drop. I'm not keen on buying it online, too. There's a certain kind of kick whenever I pass by a Lego store even when I abhor yellow. And the prices are not joking, too. After 38 years, here I am finishing off my first ever intricate piece which is the Expecto Patronum set.

My brother egged me that since I'm innately bored and severely impatient, chances are, I'd end up asking his panganay, a Gen Alpha Lego fan to build it for me. Hinamon tayo. I spent my Saturday building up this set. I have errands in between. To capture the mood, I also rewatched The Prisoner of Azkaban. I told myself that it was about time for another encore.

Of course, I knew the scenes, but this time around, the subtext hits differently. Here's my tiny list of reminders which I must say is totes JIT.

1 The pain of losing someone you love will never end. But, choosing not to shut down any form of intimate connections will make that unfathomable and eternal pain worthless.

LUH. Boogsh. Ang aga-aga mo na naman, dhzai. I'll explain this once the right time comes. For now, I'm leaving it here as is, where is.

2 Dementors are depression blows. Their kiss signifies the spiral that leads to the most ego-shattering and heart-crushing meltdowns.

I've been putting off this thought for a long time, however, we're growing up and biking our way through this short life.

3 Patronus is the tiny spark that you have no matter how fucked up things get. That tiny spark is enough to let your light shine at its dullest and brightest, too. Choose your own adventure na lang talaga.

When Harry waited for James to save him during a near-encounter featuring the almost lifeless Sirius Black, Hermione told him it's impossible for James to do so. Harry felt so defeated because it meant his Mirror of Erised wish was but a fallacy, after all. Harry grumpily held up his wand and produced a really crazy-ass Patronus charm... a first, and an epic one, by the way.

Rewatching this yesterday made my tummy knot. OA na naman kasi malimit talaga nonchalant na ako when watching Harry Potter movies. Panget ng SFX pati CGI. Pati lifting from the books. LELS.

This is where I say that even when JK Rowling is obviously very ugh in terms of being anti-trans people among other cancel-worthy pakawala niya consistently, you separate the art from the artist.

The way she does subtext is just so magical and mundane. Grabehan. Iba talaga 'pag ang kwento mo ay hugot na hugot sa mga graphic lived experience like pagbasa ng mga letters from those na trapped sa conflicts na bloody, noh? Iba e. From the pusali, the pusakals, and the putang inang why naman kasi may ganito sa earth levels, however, it's a reminder to just do it, all for the greater good. Always. EMS. Kahit mahirap saka nakakatamad. LUH.

4 We are good and bad sentient beings. We're all guilty and not guilty, however, what matters most is choosing the things that take us closer to what defines us and what doesn't.

The scene where Voldemort tried to get into Harry hit so differently yesterday. It's very graphic in an untog sa marmol na pader or as toilet bowl vibe level. I said this so many times, but let me reshare: We are the choices we choose. In the same manner, we don't realize that we are also the choices we did not choose. Parang mas maganda lapag niyang statement na 'yan today. Or baka nga, super aga pa at maganda ang PL natin rn.

5 Bullying and being the bully is a legit combo for a fucked up adult life. It's pretty much like high school all day, every day.

As a batang 90s, for me, bullying and being the bully are part of the grind. Ganun talaga noon even for Gen X and Gen Z. Siguro for boomers, mga about war and post-war 'yung trauma.

The thing is that these triggers also fire you up and knock you out. Baka ako lang 'yan a. My rule of thumb remains the same: Bully ka ba or ikaw nambu-bully? Subukan mong 'wag magsimula lalo na't 'pag kaya mo namang palampasin. Also, 'pag sinimulan ka, siguruhin mong tatapusin mo at dudurugin mo ng pinong-pino. LOL.

I'll keep it here na lang muna because I'm dealing with a trigger na tinatawid natin na kinda recent. Hahahahahaha. Itatawid natin 'to ng pinong-pino with a baseball bat. Abangan! Hirap to choose peace pero we're trying our best to get there, kaso, wala e. Trigger is real na real. So far, the bright side is winning kahit g na g na g talaga ang dark side lalo kapag may any window ng shit na naganap. So, disengage na muna para less chances of pulling the trigger.

Lesson: 'Wag na 'wag ka na talagang magpalampas ng mga ungas kahit joke lang. ;-) Para ma-easyhan mo lang ang pinong-pinong pagtatapos na mala-baseball bat ang hagupit. And I, thank you.

6 Will you may turn back time, the truth is that you can never freeze time and the memories that come with it.

Syempre, feel na feel ko na Harry-Dumbledore kami ng nanay ko at tito kong mga Taurus. Eto na naman po. Sumisibat. However, I'm at the point of no return. WAW. Sana etong time na 'to e sa ngalan na ng pakak 14 going 40, ano po. Again, 'di ko sure if I'll reach 40, but, sige. Sa ngalan ng Europa at mga Harry Potter sets on the way to Diagon Alley and Platform 9 3/4, subukan natin.

There were so many delulu solulu times na gusto ko ng Time-Turner 'yung birthday wish ko. HAHAHAHA. Kasi feeling ko talaga, I can save my mom and my tito. 'Yung kaya ko pang itawid na mga senior citizens slaying life sila levels. Pero, mhie. Iyak-tawa ang ending. Kasi nga, their health conditions are slaying the trolls in the dungeons.

Matigas ulo ko e. Legit din. So, habang walang bakas most of my birthdays when they expired o kaya naman may malalang BTS mga pa-birthday surprises sa akin, gets ko na. Okay? Okay na! Hahahahaha. Tanggap ko na kahit ayoko pa rin 100% na: Time wasted beautifully is not wasted time.

Mom is time-rich. Tito is cash-rich. Both of them super OA na nonchalant ang takada. Passive-aggressive levels: Out of this cosmos. OCD: Wagas pero 'di halata unless may task na nilapag.

O 'di ba? Both ended their stories before they reached their 60s. Mga Taurus talaga cancer ng universe ko. LOL. And while I'm gonna be dealing with this twin loss na colossal damage talaga sa human nature ng noona n'yo, andito na tayo sa point na sige na nga. Sige na. Tama na pag-replay ng scenes to punish myself na ano pa bang dapat at hindi ko dapat ginawa? Finally? Sana! We're taking it one day at a time na ngayong H2 onwards. EMS.

Syempre, andun pa rin ako sa "almost is never (ever) enough" in Venti, pero, medyo may character arc development na tayo salamat sa pag-focus sa mga bagay na out of focus the past 12 years like: You can only do so much, so tumigil ka na diyan sa mga what if mo ng nakaraan, mhie. Malaki na bat wings and apron belly mo for those shit na poetic pero horrific. Lekat ka. Pak.

I can go on and on but, let's practice restraint. EME. Akala mo naman napaka legit ng mga lessons e 95% completion pa lang ang Expecto Patronum kasi nga, bobo tayo sa mga left and right and perspective. Eto 'yung time na gusto ko call a friend 'yung tagaggawa ko ng drafting plates ages ago na walang kapalit maliban sa kasungitan ko. HAHAHAHAHA. Pero big girl na tayo kaya isang leg na lang kulang and we're officially off to our next Lego build, baby.

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m1ckeyb3rry · 4 months ago

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No because I think about this every so often like…Otoya you have two sisters and you act this way??? Stark difference between two boys with sisters we have Karasu and Otoya LMAOO It fr makes me wonder bc I’d imagine his older sister would knock some sense into him?? Like yes use those eldest sibling privileges….but anyways

And you’re sooo right for that!! Honestly I love it when people make jokes like “you guys act like you’re an old married couple” etc as a way to show how close two people are even when they aren’t romantically involved?? I usually just find it funny but it’s like I’ll look at the comments of a post and people take it literally (which they’re free to do! I’ve just never seen it so honestly real with that western influence idea..) It’s funny because I’ve had convos with friends before and we laugh like if we were in a show we’d definitely be shipped so hard bc of how close we are LOL

Honestly I wonder if maybe his proportions were done that way intentionally to make him more villainy in addition to maybe the changing art style of the manga?? Or maybe I’m looking into it too much and it’s eightbit being eightbit oops

Ok wait yeah I didn’t think of that a lot of designer clothes are like the most unwearable pieces I’ve ever seen like…wow…it’s like he exclusively buys the most ridiculous most expensive outfit in shop I could see him saying something like “wealth is always in fashion” LMAO

Tabieitaken keeping it real, so true!!! Honestly yeah I love how they add a bit of like slice of life realness like these are just teenage dudes LOLLL Now that you mention it it is really interesting!! Third selection ranked them as the top players in BLLK but it’s not like their life depends on soccer alone which I honestly appreciate sm too! This just reminds me of Karasu saying like “if you only ever do soccer you’re just mediocre” in the light novel and then he goes on to talk abt stocks and city building games LMAOOO

Had to look up what a Great Pyrenees is and 1) SO THATS WHAT THAT DOGS CALLED?? 2) YOURE SO RIGHT??? I retract my statement this is even more like nagi than the samoyed…I feel the fluffy bear vibes!

I interpreted the globe emojis as Rin having disproportionately giant eyes (like that hamster) oops LMAOO But that green blue = teal makes sense now too HAHA and OUU second lead Rin would actually be really interesting….im kinda curious about who you’d consider putting for main lead! I know sae is an obvious option but I feel like that’d be like ripping Rin’s heart out and stomping on it LMAO and also maybe a bit cliche…

And OOO THATS SO COOL! I can imagine jumps being stressful and possibly a bit dangerous if not done properly!! It’s amazing you get to work with horses though they’re so gorgeous and intelligent!!! I got thrown onto horsetok for a bit and just seeing all the horses they’re so cute and goofy too sometimes LOL and awww that’s too bad about your horse! :( Hope you’ve been able to make some cute memories with the ones you work with now! I can imagine it getting super hot I see all the fits and gear people wear and I’m like wow I would sweat sm in that

Pause the horse talking makes me think back to that one BLLK jockey collab..? It was just in passing so tbh I have no idea what it really was but I think it was nagi chigiri Isagi and Barou as like jockeys??? I don’t know enough about horses to do this but I wonder what horses tabieitaken and hiori would work with….like imagine instead of soccer its equestrian LOL would make for a good fanart prompt perhaps…

LMAOOO a different breed frfr You look for real men I write up mine kinda energy I love it HAHAH But you’re so real for that honestly fwtkac Karasu raising my standards like I don’t see you guys existing irl sooo come hit me up when you learn the art of hairwax and surprise dates….

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART whenever I see works above 1k I clap because I LOVE reading longer works like I’m being fed too well… In Mira we trust o7

LMAOO Imagine him pulling up a stocks review podcast in the car I could NEVER but you’re so real for that…it’s either that or the most random music like a few select songs amongst the other podcast episodes about stocks finance inflation….i honestly can’t imagine him being a SUPER big music appreciator…? Like bro gets dragged to karaoke by Otoya and knows NOTHING except the super popular songs that get blasted on the streets or something….on a side note I do have some friends who are just like “I don’t listen to music” and I’m like “??? How do you survive in car rides??” But that’s besides the point LMAO

OMG YOU HAVE A RINGNECK!!! WHAT COLOR?? They’re so adorable even if they don’t talk hehe but I love seeing people post their ringnecks on social media hsjshsjsh also wait you’re onto something with the cockatiel…I think it’s the crest matching his hair too… and I LOVE conures!! I actually had a green cheeked one in the past but sadly had to give him to a family friend due to some circumstances :( they’re so cute and playful though ugh I just love birds (maybe this is why we like Karasu LMFAO)

I patiently await your next masterpiece o7 I’ve reread fwtdac like 5 times already it’s just too good!!! Take care of yourself and good luck on any upcoming dressage competitions you have!! And don’t overheat I can imagine it’s getting real hot right about now!!

-Karasu anon

EXACTLYYYY i trained my little brother STRICTLY so he knows better than to treat a girl as anything less than a queen…i wonder if maybe otoya’s older sister is like a LOT older than him so she just dgaf what he’s up to because she has like a career and whatnot already??? regardless honestly eita gives me the vibes where he’ll do his womanizing nonsense without any regret but if someone else DAREDDD to do smth even slightly off to one of his sisters/someone he cared abt he’d lowkey freak out LMAOAOAO. truly friends to lovers is the only trope that i could ever believe working out w that man…crazy how he and karasu are besties because they have like. opposite views on women 😭 karasu still remembering his first crush from like ten years ago vs otoya not even remembering who he dated last month PLSS

HE LOOKED SO DEHYDRATED both in the manga and anime!! i think it’s mostly because the art style was still being developed back then though because nagi also looks a little odd (still cutie ofc) in his first appearances during team z vs team v. but omg barou was just so skinny for some reason?? idk how to put it LMAOAO like they had my man dejuiced 😔 but he gets it back w INTEREST later on so i cannot complain too much

“wealth is always in fashion” HELP MEEEE HE WOULD SAY SMTH LIKE THAT TO ZANTETSU PROBABLY and zantetsu would be like 😲 i actually love him and zantetsu’s dynamic they’re so funny together i feel like reo’s true personality really blossoms around him!! to me they’re kinda like nagibarou but a more chill version

tabieitaken are probably the most bearable of the bllk boys irl. like i’m sorry but if i had to talk to sae “idk abt anything but soccer” itoshi i would be so bored because i am not that into soccer 😓 but tabieitaken all feel like they could hold a normal conversation and actually be entertaining to talk with regularly!! plus not only are they good at soccer, they have normal interests and lives (model yuki + stock manager (??) karasu + serial dater otoya). they’re also on the older end for bllk (yuki and karasu are both 18 already and i think otoya is abt to be 18 as well)?? so that might be a factor…meanwhile rin is in his angsty phase so he’s saying random nonsense because that’s just how puberty goes.

HAHA no it was definitely meant to be that as well!! a double representation ig you could say hehe. he’s staring at you with flashlight eyes and you feel vaguely unsettled…like did you do smth to wrong him?? is he going to beat you up?? why are his eyes so teal??

if rin was the second lead i’d probably make nagi or one of the older boys (not sae because that’s boring to me) the ml!! nagi because i love him obv but one of the older boys (tabieitaken, barou) just because i think the idea of the reader being a bit older than rin which worsens his inferiority complex has sm potential. like her treating him like a child because she thinks of him like a little brother (kinda like fwtkac y/n w hiori) vs him being madly in love with her and doing his best to get her to view him as an equal/adult (almost how he does with sae) but failing miserably every time would probably crush him and i love crushing my characters. tbh even nagi is a year or so older than him i think?? honestly anyone but chigiri/hiori could work given that setup…but nagi and tabieitaken + barou are my favs that i would also actually want to write as main love interests so it would probably be one of them!! sae shidou and isagi def not though because i think that’s been done a lot before and none of them are particular favs of mine so i couldn’t justify it

OMG I JUST LOOKED THAT ART UP HAHAH I think karasu would be a foxhunter (though he would only go on hunts where the scent is laid and no live foxes are hurt #ethicalking) because it’s very traditional and it makes him feel cool…otoya DEF just pulls up to horse shows to pick up girls (it is a very female dominated sport at the lower levels and i guarantee if a hot guy pulled up at a show he’d leave with at least five or so phone numbers) and yuki would be an eventer because imo he’d enjoy the rush of cross country. hiori i can see working with racehorses but only as a groom because he’s way too tall to be a jockey!! he’d sneak them treats whenever possible hehe

JDJDJS EXACTLY like i’m sorry but if you’re not willing to pay attention to everything i say and face your greatest fears for me then i don’t want you. my standards are too high but oh well i’m not abt to settle 🙄

i don’t think i’ve ever written anything UNDER 1k!! i’m just incapable of it i’m p sure. meanwhile i have several longfics over 100k and two of them at around 200k 😭 i think this installment (bllk vs u/20s + the two week break) is going to be even longer than fwtkac itself HAHA mostly because the cast of characters is bigger and it’s over a longer period of time so there’s lots to get down!!

PEOPLE WHO DON’T LISTEN TO MUSIC SCARE ME but fr w karasu it’s either podcasts, random obscure dad rock songs, or like super basic radio songs which pisses otoya off because he def has a super carefully curated music taste. i bet the two of them sing “my heart will go on” as a duet on karaoke nights because it’s the only song karasu reliably knows and they get SO into it to the point that everyone else is like concerned for them 😭

YES he’s the bright green kind!! very basic parrot over in india because they’re so common there. one thing abt me i WILL love a bird themed character and if none exist i will create my own (in one of my jjk stories the main character has powers based on hummingbirds). my fav animals are actually swans!! so yk i’m locked in w birds like that 🤞🏻

i was hoping to post the next part tn but based on how long it’s ending up it might be a bit more time before it’s up 😭 oh well at least there will be a LOT to read when it comes out!! rn it’s looking like it might end up at over 10k words but i don’t want to make any promises so don’t hold me to that jic 😔 and thank you sm you’re so sweet!! my mother comes to my shows and buys me peach dragonfruit slushees from 7/11 so the heat gets cancelled out and it’s all good 😪 def can’t wait for it to cool down a bit though!! fall is my fav season so i’m excited for that october chill to come around

#answered asks #five ways to kill a crow

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toadeyes-miqote · 2 years ago

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Looking at DarkKnight's quest from Bard's eyes

I don't even know what this anymore.... What are you even doing here?... I have an appointment with X'rhun Tia after this, can you both come?.. .

This do be be looking very painful to get caught in between. This is the third time I done this... Enough!

I... Wil not. be. cripple... by it... again!

I say it once and I'll say it again. Listen when Master Jahantel speaks. If I stand still and wallow in grief, I won't be able to move or pick up the pieces that gets left behind.

"You okay with the cold? I had a very weird day. so if you need me, I be in that house across to sleep things off." she shuffled off to the Fortemps manor, barely acknowledging the knights at the gates who were surprised to see her back.

She keeps coming back, out of guilt, out of responsibility. The one place she wanted to run away from and yet vaguely understanding that she shouldn't.

Deep down. she was just waiting for Lord Edmont to throw her out. To yell at her, to cast her out like a harbinger of doom.

Somehow for all that she has done since she left her village, she doesn't expect people to be nice to her or even care for her without strings attached.

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Maining Bard kinda makes things hit different for me.

Again lvl30-50 Bard quest prep her for this. Master Jahantel was kinda in Hylnyan's position. Hylnyan sees it from the outside pre Bloody Banquet and Crystal Tower. She probably also saw it in Thancred after the Antitower.

That weird feeling of experiencing it from the inside. The need to make sure that it doesn't cripple her at the wrong time.

Elidibus' little guilt trip down Amaurotine memory lane piss her off.

She almost broke for the Utima Thule walk, since three closest friends were taken one after another. And the environment was emotionally draining.

I think she recognise the crippling loop whenever it rears its head. and has countermeasures for it.

I saved that three way fight for last hoping Fray won't finish Ardbert before she down Ser Zephrin. This reminds me of the arts of WoL's headspace

Utterly amusing that Fray and Ardbert were down to their last drop.

Yes Postwoman, her title was significant to her.

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This part will get backdated when I find the rest of my nattering and that pic

For my playthrough Lord Edmont treats her as the daughter(in-law). He's definitely a father figure since she lives in a matriarchy and her parents sent her to her village at a very young age (a normal thing that was usually done by her village's expatriate Miqo'te who for whatever reasons can't care for their young where they are or can't join their young there ) and her blood relative is an aunt.

The prodigal son returns to his family home to introduce his foreign "wife and kids" was how it felt to me and how it was for the ballads done by her PR team. Emmanellain mention to her PR team the amount of pride on Haurchefant's face was reminiscent of it and struck him as that. Artorial had to grudgingly agree.

Lord Edmont was very aware it was a one sided thing on Haurchefant's front and she was honorable enough to not take advantage of him. He kinda see her as Haurchefant's legacy of sort and sort of feel the need to remind her that she shouldn't stay away out of guilt. Like how the Camp Dragonhead folks appreciates that she pops by on and off.

Which was why Thancred, Tataru and Alisaie are important to her in a similar sense. They feel they had to remind her before all the negative voices drowns things out. That she was more than just the weapon of light to them, she's a friend, a good sister. She's still human.

Or in the words of a certain translated manga. Their normal might not be the normal lives of the common people. But what passes for normal for ones like them.

#Book 6 - Endwalker #The weirdness of doing Darkknight after Endwalker #looking at DarkKnight's quest from Bard's eyes #Do you wanna be a dark knight?#bard channels emotion outwards darkknight channels emotion inwards #For those we have lost for those we can yet save #And then Elidibus Myste and Meteion copied each other's essay on guilttripping the WoL #FFXIV #Tracking Hylnyan

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dragonsinspohoard · 9 months ago

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I find this take both reassuring and depressing at the same time. Reblogging bc its more reassuring somehow than the “remember to nightshade everything!!” people I keep seeing going around. (Was going to hide ramblings in the tags and then i realized i was basically writing An Entire Post in there anyways). I wasn't nightshading or glazing my stuff before. I'm probably not going to start now- I'm lazy as shit especially when it comes to posting art on the internet. And it probably won't make much of a difference anyways. (Especially since i doubt AI systems are that interested in my crappy little sketches. they arent tagged as anything recognizable to it they arent good clear useful images. most of my stuff on here is like. visual/digital noise to an ai anyways) Yea idk its super depressing that our images are getting fed into the digital meat grinder without any prior notification or attempts to procure our consent. But at least no one's out to make a “copying your art and characters” generator for every tiny artist on the internet (yet). I think thats a good reality check considering the outrage. like the outrage is justified but perhaps the focus should be less on "ah shit my arts getting fed into an ai dataset" (it probably was already part of a dataset) and more on the sneaky backhanded slap in the face way that they rolled out the change. Just another sign that tumblr does not respect its userbase and probably never will. Which. We already knew that and I'm starting to get annoyed every time a new reminder takes me by surprise. At least said surprise makes for decent "i should start trying to wrap my head around coding a personal art site again" motivation whenever it hits

I have a very hard time feeling strongly about things being fed into AI on any one website, because I’m under the impression that it’s already happened to almost anything publicly-accessible online. The most justified time to feel violated by the imbalance of the server host-poster relationship was years ago. But I’m also the kind of person who doesn’t sign her art because I know nobody’s gonna try to steal it, so.

imo the important thing is making sure that AI gets regulated and people who use it get pantsed and laughed at.

#sorry for hijacking ur post to ramble but you do seem like the kind of person to not mind that much lol #also i recognize as a random nobody artist with approximately zero online presence. i have much less stake in this sort of thing than other #but if im a nobody i might as well take what comfort i can in that dangit #rly is depressing to see “my art's in an AI training set” fall to the same level as any other “my art got stolen by an art thief” risk onli #e tho. former is just harder to catch/recognize than the latter bc of scale issues #but yea “get AI regulated and discredit those using it” sounds like a much better use of my time and energy #than “keep my art specifically out of all the training sets with their billions of images taken from all corners of the web”

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autumnalsteahouse · 3 years ago

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hello hello hello ! this is my first bnharem collab and I am so happy that I was able to join this month. the absolute BIGGEST shout out to @kingkatsuki for snatching me my baby + helping me brainstorm,,, throughout the whole process. +++ thank you thank you thank you to my dear @iznku for beta reading it for me and hyping me up about it whenever I posted lil comments about the fic !! (you guys are the bestest) ALSO ! PLEASE for your benefit, look at the collab’s masterlist !! It’s full of mouth-watering content. NOW WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, I’m super excited for you guys to read this bad boy! Enjoy ~ !!

the myth: pygmalion and galatea ; pygmalion was a sculpture who wanted nothing to do with women… until he sculpted the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

pairings: sero as pygmalion & chubby/thicker + fem! reader as galatea

genre: “romantic” smut <3

word count: 2.5k

warnings: naughty naughty thoughts, corruption kink, masturbation, insinuating of marking up the body (in a sexc way ofc), primal urges ?

a/n: ancient Greek man like big soft ladies because what is not to like about chubbi plush women,,, more meat to suck and bite on *chomp chomp* — though, I will say that I don’t go into too much bodily descriptions; I want this to be as inclusive as possible, but I did definitely emphasize the softness in her body. please imagine however you want- whatever suits your fancy! <3

ps. here’s a lil translator for you guys! there’s not that much Greek in there but !! the phrases are important (to me). Bella suggested that I try to weave it in through the story but,, I dunno it felt too chunky for me so here’s your reference !

“o afrodíti kai óla aftá gia ta opoía axízei na zeis” - ( oh aphrodite and all that is worth living for)

agápi mou - my love

From everything Aphrodite told you about, the thing that you hadn’t expected to notice was how much you’d grow to appreciate the warmth of the sun on your newly accustomed skin.

Laying spread out in the grassy meadow next to Hanta’s villa, eyes closed with nothing but a soft white linen tunic, you were soaking up the heat, letting it seep into your bones. It reminded you of the comforting warmth that Sero’s hands gave off when he would place his palms on your lower back as you walked, or when he would cup your jaw with both sizable hands right before he’d place a loving peck on your lips.

You found nothing so far that could make your heart race more.

Day in and day out, with each breath of fresh air, you were slowly starting to get a grasp of this new way of existing. It’s one thing to hear about what to expect from a goddess who watches and helps people day in and day out -- experiencing it all felt so surreal.

It was like waking up from a long, satisfying sleep; you blinked in attempts to process the new bodily functions as you filled your lungs with a hefty breath of air, exhaling evenly- hyper aware of everything you were feeling.

The sensations were something indescribable, but best fitted by saying you felt lighter than the stone you’d once been, much more real.

Slowly and stiffly, you slightly began to move everything you grew aware of having; firstly your head, arms, and legs- the rest of your body you slowly began to explore.

The thought that you were able to move all these parts by yourself sat at the forefront of your mind; how incredible!

Bringing your hands up to your face for closer inspection, after a few wiggles and bends, your gaze trailed down your body, no longer made of stone, delicate skin seemingly held its own place- so soft and supple.

An awestruck emotion lifted your chest, soon overcome with the oddest feeling as you watched little bumps raise on your skin before disappearing completely.

What was that?

The loud clatter of art supplies hitting the floor made you jump, startling you into losing your balance from your pedestal.

Sero shot out to catch you without much thought- not looking where he was going; he was but a foot away when he tripped over his own creative tools.

The both of you ended up on the floor, moaning out in pain.

An unexpected chuckle escaped his lips before he rolled over to face the ceiling, “o afrodíti kai óla aftá gia ta opoía axízei na zeis-”

He glanced at you, the weight of the situation beginning to sink in.

Slowly getting up and making his way over to you, cautious not to cause a fright, he asked in a soft voice, “A-are you okay? You hit the floor pretty hard- I think we should go see the healer…”

Hanta watched as you tried to pull yourself up and nearly winced himself when pain caused a sourly scrunch on your facial features; a whimper was all that could be heard followed by short pants escaping your lips in response.

Kneeling down a bit too quickly, he reached a hand out to you, “Shh shh, it’s okay, don’t worry- we’ll get you to the healer- thankfully he’s not that far,”

To his surprise, you cower away from his reach.

“I…” he trailed off, a thin sheet of panic shadowing his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…I just… Could I please help you get up? I think you hurt yourself.”

After a moment of judgment on your part, you took a deep breath and prepared to once more feel the sharp sting you felt moments ago.

As soon as he recognized the effort of you attempting to get on your feet, Hanta was instinctively by your side, hoisting you up with surprising ease.

Safely held by sturdy arms, you found it very difficult to draw your gaze away from his chiseled profile. This was so different from what you’re used to seeing of him.

Aphrodite had whispered sweet details about the sculptor, the others you had learned while watching him chip away at the other slabs of granite in his studio.

She had said that he wasn’t very rich, but he also wasn’t very poor- he got by doing what he was good at.

He always paid his respects to the gods, but never asked for anything in turn- not even for the slightest bit of help. He was merely living without actually… “living,” as she phrased it, her tone muddled by confusion.

She said that he cared very little for romantic love; he had never been exposed to the feeling - that is, until he was done sculpting you.

“Though the gods are in their own world,” she began, “it gets exhausting up there. I quite like to come down here and meddle around in the human realm.” She paused to take a deep sigh. “When I saw him all alone, cooped up in this house… I couldn't help but feel pity towards him. I wanted him to have something to love- I think.”

She continued, “It was hard to watch him have such a bright smile that wasn’t full of any light.”

Ever since then, it was hard to look away from him- you wanted to view every expression on his face.

After the visit with the healer, Sero was never too far from you.

Relaying the message, Hanta explained that being in the sun and thanking the solar healer god, Apollo, would appease him enough to help you get stronger. The healer also gave a spread as an offering and advised you to visit his shrine, which would for sure get you in Apollo’s good graces.

The next day, Sero packed up the mule and situated everything; then, against his better judgment, lifted you onto the saddle, him following in suit afterwards.

It was a pretty easy trip; Hanta said he had a good feeling when he left the temple.

What he wouldn’t admit was how nervous he was bringing you along for the journey. To him, it felt like walking into a hungry lion’s den with a slab of fresh goat meat- you were too perfect not to want. He’d just gotten you, the absolute love of his life, and he couldn’t afford to lose you.

But seeing as you two had no issues going to and coming from the temple, he was put to ease.

Once the two of you arrived back at his villa, Hanta had his mind set on having you spend most of your time in the garden.

Not wanting to be a bother, you attempted to protest; “but your studio is inside and I want to be with you,” to which he responded, “I’ll simply move everything outside in the shade.”

“Hanta…”

“Please… allow me to be there for you, with you.”

The tone of his voice left you feeling weak, there was a softness about it that made your heart ache.

“Okay,” you agreed in a soft whisper.

A week of basking in the hot summer sun - and with very little aches and pains- later, you began to realize what it meant to live and adjust to life itself- little by little; and what it means to be human… alongside another human.

Sometimes it was as easy as breathing; most lazy days were spent lounging about and watching as Sero sat, slightly nibbling his bottom lip in concentration as he sketched out his next big project. Other days, you two would go on adventures through the dry terrains of Greece, frolicking through grassy olive tree meadows and cliff jumping into crystal clear oceans.

Sometimes it was hard; understandably, you had just come to life, you hadn't known the hardships of living as Hanta had- but that didn’t mean you needed to be babied. As much as you’d grown to love being with him, there are times where you needed to be by yourself; things that you could do by yourself…

Sometimes it was tempting; as the weeks passed by, you started to feel certain urges; ones that were foreign- ones that you couldn’t explain.

It was like the logical part of your brain had shut off; there were specific, mundane things that wouldn’t normally stick out to a normal person, but when it came to Sero, these insignificant details became the center of your attention; getting lost in your thoughts would cause heat to build up, but it was significantly different from how the sun warmed your skin.

His hands were so big; why was it so alluring to stare at his long fingers and veiny forearms?

The way his muscles would flex and relax whenever he stretched after being in the same position for too long ignited erotic scenes to play in your mind, scenes that correlated with the many arousing details Aphrodite had dreamily described to you.

One of your personal favorite times of the day is when Hanta would strip down for a bath… there was something so sensual about it, yet all he was doing was washing away the sweat and grime from being outside all day. He had no shame and would strip wherever he felt like- he was a bit cheeky like that, but you didn’t think there was ever an insinuation of anything. It was his body and his villa; he could do as he pleased. That didn’t mean to say it would go unnoticed, though.

You roll onto your stomach and face the shaded spot under the tree, the area where he has his current setup.

The Sero you’re met with was a tired one; eyebags on display as he wiped his brow, exhaling with a deep sigh. Hanta’s gaze trailed over to you before his eyes widened and a lazy grin grew on his lips.

You smiled sweetly in return.

Pushing yourself up and dusting off your tunic of any dried grass and dirt, you swayed over behind your exhausted lover and leaned into the back of his head and spine, massaging the tips of your fingers into his scalp.

The slab of stone in front of him was a thick grey, bulky hands looking as though they were reaching for something.

“My love?” You lean over his shoulder to observe his half-lidded gaze. Hanta looked beat; he had been working on this statue for about three weeks now- it seemed to be reaching the final stretch, but you could tell he was hitting a wall.

“I think… I think I’m going to go bathe and take a nap before dinner,” he sighed, slouching his lanky frame over before stretching his back and standing up from his chair.

“Do you want me to join you?” You tilted your head, only adding to the innocence you held in his mind’s eye.

He felt so terrible… but he couldn’t help it.

He was sitting at his shaded chair-- the day was scorching, and yet, there you were, laying on the grass and receiving the sun’s kisses like some sort of forest nymph- an irresistible one at that. Back slightly arched, light from the sun leaving no detail hidden under the cloth- he knew what you looked like, he sculpted you! But that wasn’t saying much, you’re practically glowing in front of him- tempting him to squeeze those thick thighs.

Not to say you were distracting him, but it was much easier to stare at your soft figure than the hard stone he was starting to relate to.

You were just… so breathtaking: easily not good for business, especially with this abstinent route he was choosing to take. There was no rush, he had his whole life with you - his gift from the gods - he didn’t want to scare you.

“No, agápi mou, it’s okay. Don’t let me take you away from the sun, Helios is shining especially for you.” He made an attempt to play it off, trying not to look down at himself to prevent your gaze from following his. Looking down would only bring a conversation he was not ready to have, mentally and emotionally.

“O-okay. Just call if you need anything.”

He could see the concern etched onto your face, but what was he to do besides hurriedly remove himself from the “situation” and let a load off- quite literally.

Waiting until your back fully hit the grass, Hanta wasted no time in rushing to the bath afterward, shedding his clothing in the process - cupping his aching cock in his empty hand.

Many thoughts were flying through his head but the recurring theme was just making you feel good- making you moan his name so loud that all the gods would blush at the sound.

Behind his eyelids, the picture that was painted was one of you straddling his lap, with his toned arm wrapped around the softness of your waist while you grind your hot cunt against his bare throbbing cock; cluelessly doing what feels best for you until he guides himself inside you -- watching your eyes roll back as your mouth fall prettily parts, back arching even more, putting your pretty chest on display. He’d waste no time in enveloping one of your perk nipples between his lips, making sure to slightly graze the sensitive area with his teeth.

The idea caused a twitch in his palm, almost insisting himself to start stroking.

You’d taste so good.

He held no mercy, his grip hot and tight as he pushed his cock through his fist, emitting a low groan.

Such a pretty sight; he’d be gripping your fat so hard that there were bound to be pretty dark marks as he rocks you back and forth on his lap, your heat consuming him and driving him crazy.

“Fuck…” a breathy moan escaped his lips as more precum drooled out.

While his pleasure was all he could feel, his thoughts were hazy with the mere thought of ravishing you. He would be the one to show you how good you could feel, giving you all the best experiences. He’d make you cum for the first time.

The thought alone triggered something very primal within him, something he didn’t know he had within himself.

Would you gush for him? From his long fingers alone? How would that play out? He’d of course have to coax it out of you, saying something along the lines of “c’mon pretty girl, it’s okay to let go. You can do it, agápi mou.” You’d probably moan out his name; gods, he loved when you said his name. He always tried not to let it show, but whenever you did say his name- it sounded so heavenly coming from your mouth. He could just hear it forever.

His strokes became sloppier as he thought about your body shaking above him, those beautiful eyes wide with shock at the prospect that there was such a strong wave of pleasure coming with your messy release...

The same eyes were now staring him down just as he reached his peak, your body stilled in the doorway, gaze glued to the thick white substance spurting out of your lover's cock.

#autumnal’s writing 🍂 !#bnharem collab #sero hanta #bnha sero #mha sero #sero smut #sero hanta smut #my hero academia #mha smut #bnha #bnha smut #boku no hero academia

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septembersghost · 2 years ago

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i started watching bcs when it first aired but stopped when i got to season 5 because life got busy for me. i started watching again this year because i relapsed in my addiction and my mental health is literally is shambles and i found your blog and kimwexlersstrap and laloslayamanca's and it was a distraction from m pain to read your posts and memes and such so i started watching again to read your live blogging and feel a part of it even though i never post anything. now that i finished im like ok what do i distract myself with lol i feel so stupid and empty it's insane how something like a tv show is the only thing holding someone together

🥺 anon i am holding you tightly in a hug right now (@kimwexlersstrap @laloslayamanca i hope you both see this too 💗)

did you read what i linked from the sub in my post yesterday? if you didn't, i want to copy the text for you here, okay?

I just wanted to make this post because I was thinking about how very soon better call Saul will be over. And I know for a lot of addicts, and people who suffer from depression and suicidal thoughts, the ending of a tv show can be a huge trigger.

For some of us, the idea that another season of a show is coming out is a reason to stick around for another year. Sometimes it can feel like the only reason.

So I just wanted to make this post to remind those people to stay strong. There are always more shows, works of art and other aspects of life to fall in love with and provide us with passion. I know that these passions can sometimes be what keeps us alive. And regardless of all that, it does get better and recovery is never too far out of reach.

While Better Call Saul may end, life goes on. This show will always be in our hearts and we’re gonna be okay even after it ends.

I’m so glad we all got to connect over our passion for this phenomenal work of art. Much love to all of you and stay safe <3 (x)

reading that spoke closely to me, as someone who also very much stays alive for art. bcs has been such a dear and vital anchor for me for years. i've written about this in the past, but as someone chronically ill/disabled and homebound (entirely since dec. 2019), stories and music are my absolute lifelines and my connections to the outside world, and being here on tumblr is my window to it and the way i'm able to express it and reach other people. it is not stupid, ever, and it is not empty, it's vast. it's no small thing, it is profoundly important and real. they're the things that quite literally have kept me alive and given me a light in dark times. i struggle with anxiety/depression/suicidal ideation going along with my chronic illness/pain conditions, and the reprieve i have is in the art i dearly love and am passionate about. maybe i over-invest because of this, but i find i'd rather care too much and at least have something to hold onto. whenever i'm hurting, those passions keep me here.

this year has been a hard struggle and full of fear for my mom and me, and having bcs to look forward to and bond over/discuss has been dear to us, we're both feeling its loss heavily today.

when something ends, there is always a sadness. it's never silly to feel the depth of that grief, we need the time and the room to process that. it hits especially hard when it's something that's helped keep us going. nothing you're feeling is wrong, and i hope you know you're not alone at all.

i'm very happy you rediscovered the show and joined us here! even if you don't post anything, i promise your presence is appreciated. this message itself means so much to me, and i'm glad you're here. i'm sending you love and any strength i can, please remember that you matter and know that my blog is here and my askbox is always open to you. 💙💙💙

#<333333 #we're in this together. we are.#anonymous #letterbox #bubble wrap around my heart #the consolation of imaginary things #better call saul

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90stvshowgoth · 4 years ago

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—BREAKING & ENTERING

—ch.1 —ch.2

summary: after dabi was seen leaving your apartment complex last week, the commission has sent a lesser known hero to help guard the building until new cameras are installed. however, no security measures in the world could keep dabi out.

w/c: 5064

tags: dubcon, cuckolding, creampie, voyeurism, humiliation, exhibitionism, arson

a/n: this is the final chapter to this little duology, and the reason why its so much shorter is because the first one was really supposed to stand on its own, but i got so many requests for a sequel i couldn’t help it. so i just took the kinks i didn’t get to use last time and pay off some setup and voila. however, just ‘cause this is the last chapter of this story doesn’t mean i’m not gonna write a fuck ton of other stuff for him. ily burn man. plus i’m working on a huge, multi-chapter fic for him while i post smaller one-shots >:) that being said, enjoy.

The impact Dabi left on your life was far bigger than you thought it would’ve been on the night you snuck him away from the law. As he was running from the cops someone saw him climb through your window, and a different person also saw him climb down the fire escape. With witnesses like that, the other tenants were downright furious.

You almost felt bad for the landlord, it wasn’t his fault you were insane enough to willingly let a villain come inside both you and your apartment.

Your landlord and the police department came up with a solution. The apartment complex would be installing new state-of-the-art locks on all fire-escape adjacent windows free of charge. This wasn’t exactly an issue with seeing Dabi again, since all you had to do was purposefully leave yours unlocked.

It would take two weeks to install all the cameras, but until then, a community-assigned hero would be stationed to guard the complex.

His name was Kao, a middle-ranked hero with bright orange hair and a winning smile framed with dimples. At first you thought he might’ve been one of the better heroes, waving you off to work and walking you there the other day, but recently he’d begun to creep you out. The friendly conversations about a tv show you both enjoyed began to turn into invasive questions about your love life.

A week of lingering glances and uncomfortable prying culminated that Friday as he had flat out asked you to dinner moments prior.

“C’mon, I just— I said that wrong, lemme try again,” He stuttered, keeping pace with you as you marched towards the building.

“No, Kao, look, you’re cool and all, but I’m really not looking to date anyone right now.” You huffed, striding into the doorway and towards the elevator. That might not’ve been the whole truth but you obviously couldn’t tell him that you had the hots for a terrorist.

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, “Well you just got off work, right? I remember which room you stay in, maybe I can swing by tonight?”

You whirled on him, your jaw slack in shock at the insensitivity of his words. The reminder that he knew where you lived sending a shiver down your spine, “Kao, this conversation is done. I don’t want you following me around anymore, hero,”

Deep down, your words sounded familiar. If they were raspier and said behind a thin veil of indifference, you might’ve realized that you were talking like Dabi.

“What is that supposed to mean? We’re the good guys!” You slammed your fist down on the close-door button, your mouth a thin line, daring Kao to make a move and stop the doors. He didn’t, and soon the reassuring pull of the elevator set your shaking body at ease.

‘Who does he think he is?’ You were bitter, rightfully so, you think.

You were so frustrated that you had difficulty inserting your keys into the lock, twisting it with a growl and throwing open the door, ready to collapse onto your pillow and vent to whoever was online about your heroic stalker.

When you noticed the scent of cigarettes in the air.

“Hey, doll,” Warmth surged through your chest at the sight of him, the villain’s feet kicked up onto the coffee table.

You were hanging your coat on the hook before moving beside him to the couch, “What took you so long?”

“Not happy to see me? You seem a lot bitchier than I remember,” The crude edge of his humor was a breath of fresh air compared to the stifling niceties of work, and you smiled for what felt like the first time that day.

Shaking your head, you toed out of your boots and made your way to the frayed couch, “I’ll tell you all about him,”

That got his attention, “Him?”

“A hero,” Dabi’s frown worsened, an accusatory look in his eyes, “before you ask, no, you idiot, I hate this guy, there’s not a chance I’d sleep with him.”

The tensity in his shoulders relaxed, bring the half-finished Newport to his lips as you continued, “Since you broke in last week all my neighbors lost their shit. They threatened to sue if my landlord didn’t assign a hero to watch the building for a bit. I thought he was cool, but I’ve just decided that he’s a total prick.”

He hummed, nodding understandingly, “Want me to kill him?”

You gaped, hitting him on the chest, “Wha—No, Dabi, what the hell?”

He just shrugged, the intensity of his words almost funny to you, and as you recounted the last twenty minutes the ashes of Dabi’s cigarette fell to the floor. The dying lights of the sun streamed through your window, the smoke oddly beautiful in the glow as he handed you the last hit of his cheap cigar.

“You know why heroes are like that?” You shook your head, enjoying the numbing calm of tobacco, “It’s cause they’re spoiled. They go their entire lives being praised for everything they do so they don’t know how to take no for a fuckin’ answer,”

Apparently your smoking buddy was feeling talkative, much to your delight. His words made you pause, remembering the relieved faces of your neighbors whenever they’d see the gaudy costume Kao wore as he strode by.

“Shit... guess you’re right,” You mumbled into his side, not minding the ever-present aroma of burnt skin and smoke that clung to Dabi’s coat.

He scoffed, “I’m always right, baby,” His words earning him a pinch on the arm.

“No, you ass, just about the hero stuff,” He grinned, the staples on his dimples taut against his skin as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“Careful, doll, you’re starting to sound like a villain,” The drop in your stomach sent heat down your skin, yet somehow you were still shivering under his predatory gaze.

You shook your head, trying to will away the red that dusted your cheeks, “No way, my quirk isn’t strong enough to be a villain,”

He raised his eyebrow expectantly, broadly gesturing for you to go on.

“Well...” God, why is this embarrassing? “I can give people headaches.”

You didn’t know if he would laugh at you or belittle you for your meaningless quirk, but he did neither.

“Think you could practice it more? Get better at it?” He was serious, staring at you and expecting an answer.

You looked away, unable to hold his gaze, “I mean, maybe? It’s not hard to do, I guess,”

Dabi smirked, pulling you onto his lap. It felt as if the week hadn’t happened at all and you were right back where you started, your face flushing at the memories of that night. He dragged you close, eyes dark as he whispered something into your ear...

“Think you could split someone’s head open with a migraine?”

Your gut wrenched, flinching at the gory idea and making you sit up in Dabi’s lap. The atmosphere in the room hadn’t changed, his stare as menacing as before.

That is, until he started to crack up. Louder than you’d ever heard before, his fit filled the apartment until he had to cup his stomach from laughing too hard; the wheeze in his rough throat echoing around the room as your blush spread all the way down your neck.

“Oh, you asshole!” If anything, your shove against his chest only made him more giddy. The panic-fueled adrenaline was still surging through your body, unwillingly making the wetness between your thighs spread, even as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that Dabi had been fucking with you.

Your legs shook as he held on to you for balance, his cackling dying down but the shit-eating grin never leaving his face, “You were so freaked out, huh?”

“Yeah, no shit!”

He hummed, running a hand through your hair and suddenly yanking you forward, basking in the sharp yelp it brought from you, “You’re cute when you’re scared,”

You’d missed the way his scabbed lips felt on yours more than you’d ever admit. There was something about him that left you breathless, eager and questioning your life choices. Groaning into his mouth before pulling back and laving your slick tongue along his disfigured lower lip, you rolled your aching heat against him to force a truly pornographic moan from his mouth.

“Oh, fuck—” One of his hands slid down your back, grabbing your ass through your jeans, “Fucking hell, you missed me that much?”

You nodded dumbly into his shoulder, pressing chaste kisses along the ragged skin as he slid his finger past the band of your jeans, cupping your dripping sex with wide eyes.

“Goddamn, s’no way you’re this wet for me already,” His eyes were scrutinizing, trying to figure out why you were hiding into his neck, “What’s got you so worked up, doll?”

You couldn’t come up with a good excuse in time, Dabi thinking back to how your thighs had tightened up when he asked if you could kill someone, your eyes were frightened back then, yes, but there was something else. Something you wouldn’t tell him.

When the realization hit him, it hit hard.

“Holy shit, you get off on being scared?” He couldn’t believe his luck, the embarrassed groan you buried into his shoulder confirming his suspicions.

Dabi ran a hand through his hair, a childish wonder over his features, “Aren’t I fuckin’ lucky?” He sneered, pulling you back til you were at eye-level again.

“I’m gonna try something, baby,” there was an edge to his voice as he settled one hand on the small of your back, pressing your tits against his chest as he held your bra strap back with the other.

“What are you… Dabi, what are you doing?” The scent of fire and burning fabric filled the air, the ends of your bralette smoking between his fingertips, embers turning to ash and sprinkling down the couch until it was flimsy enough for Dabi to rip free, teeth sinking into your neck as he held you still to keep your skin safe.

It was jarring and a bit terrifying to be restrained against someone like Dabi without knowing his intentions. But nothing in you could deny the blinding rush of pleasure it ripped down your spine.

“It’s all starting to make sense, doll-face, I guess I was right the first time,” His hands tossed the smoking bra into hallway, reaching between you and torturously pinching and pulling on the rosy blush of your tits, “you do have a thing for villains,”

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight pussy again, doll,” Without warning he shoved your torso forward, your body bouncing against the couch, his hands flying to the button of your jeans.

“—Didn’t have time to take you right last time, didn’t get to taste you,” his words made you whimper in his grasp, keeping your legs somewhat raised as tugged down the tight denim.

You fully expected him to take you rough like before, make you choke on his cock before having his fill, but as he tugged off your black panties he crawled down the trembling body beneath him, slowly moving over your ribs, your stomach, and finally your drooling cunt.

He never broke eye contact with you as he pulled your thighs closer, keeping them spread wide as the hot fan of his breath on your pussy sent a thrill through your neglected nerves.

“I want you to scream my name,” It was an order, not a request. The unhinged tremor in his hands was unsettling, an unspoken threat hanging in the air.

Dabi’s tongue immediately found your clit, mouth wrapping around the glistening bead and sucking all at once, the moan it drew from your lips unholy. He moaned at the taste, hiking up your hips onto his shoulders.

“Christ, you’re sweet, doll, like fuckin’ candy...” He muttered in disbelief, more to himself that to you, licking a wide stripe along your drenched lips, diving into you deep enough to have your limbs spasming around him.

On instinct your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the sharp cry that the villain drew. He didn’t warn you before bringing his hand up high and slapping it into the bare skin of your thigh, a scream echoing through the living room. Distantly, you wondered if your neighbors could hear...

“Don’t you dare hide a single sound from me, slut, or this ends now,” his ultimatum was scary but the insult felt heavy in a way you’d never felt before, and you nodded without a second thought, breathlessly bunching one hand into the arm of the couch above you and the other into the ashy black of his hair.

You nodded down to him, silently saying to continue; the villain fixed on watching as your chest swelled in time with your breathing, a rush of blood going to the heat of his cock.

His pace was hungry, nipping at your thighs whenever he thought you were too comfortable, spinning circles into your clit with his tongue and chuckling at the noises it brought, “You gonna cum, princess?” You could only respond with a scream of his name, the plea music to his ears, but he needed you to be louder if he was to get what he wanted.

“Louder,” Dabi called your name like a prayer, moaning into your cunt as you practically suffocated him between your thighs, “Fuck—Louder, baby, scream it,”

“Dabi!!” Your orgasm was hot against his tongue and he drank in every last drop of your climax until you were wrenching away his greedy mouth, your pussy swollen and red from his care.

Just as you started to compose yourself, a frantic banging sounded on the door. Someone from the hallway was slamming down their fist, screaming your name.

“Hey! Did you just say Dabi?! Are you okay in there?” It was Kao.

Horror clawed away any kind of afterglow as you cupped your hand to your mouth, leaning up on your elbow and whispering, “What do I say?”

Dabi’s voice was just low enough to hide behind the pounding of Kao’s fists, “Do you trust me?”

Before you could answer the hero behind the wall called your name again.

“If you don’t answer me in five seconds I’m breaking this door down!”

Your gaze flickered from the front door to the villain that was wiping your slick from his chin.

“Yes,”

Dabi grinned, grabbing your wrists and holding you against his shirt, one hand wrapped painfully around your tits and the other erupting with blue fire in his palm.

“Come and get her, hero!” You made a confused squeal, thrashing around in his grasp, eyes wide and afraid as Dabi shushed into your ear, trying to calm you down.

‘Like hell if you’d calm down, he’d practically just signed your death sentence!’ you heaved against the fugitive, trying to shake yourself free to no avail.

All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and imagine you were somewhere else as door was jolted in its hinges, the doorknob falling with a distant clang, and before you could beg Dabi to stop whatever stupid game he was playing, Kao ran into the room, eyes furrowed and fists raised as the door squeaked on the loose hinges behind him, blissfully unaware.

“Where are y—“ Kao’s voice paused mid-sentence, you flinched in Dabi’s hold, the heat of the redhead’s stare washing over you, naked and wet, making you tilt your head down, trying to hide yourself from the world.

“Isn’t she cute, hero?” Dabi rasped against you, the heat of his fire illuminated against the sweaty sheen of your trembling body. Kao didn’t know what to do, flustered and struggling to hide the tent in his latex costume.

You knew fighting back against the villain was pointless, falling limp in the strength of his arms as he chuckled into your neck, looking over at the bump in his pants, “You were right, babe, I think he likes you,”

“Get your filthy hands off of her!” Kao screamed, diving towards the couch with his fist raised back.

Dabi simply grinned, carefully hovering his flame ever closer to your now bare tits, you couldn’t help but scream at the proximity, and whatever plan Kao had in his mind died before his fist could make impact.

His novocaine laced voice spoke calmly beside your ear, “Any closer and she’s dead,” The hot rush down your legs wasn’t due to his flames, as one hand took to rubbing your sensitive sex, the sounds it elicited from you unintentional and mortifying under the presence of Kao in the room.

“What... what do you want, you bastard?” Dabi laughed at that one, tweaking your clit between his fingers and conducting the most beautiful notes from your pillowy lips.

“I think It’s pretty obvious what I want, don’t you think?” Your name on his lips sent you keening against him despite the inferno roaring inches away from your skin. He couldn’t move without Dabi’s flames hovering ever closer to your heaving chest, and to Kao, you were very clearly about to die. Although you didn’t believe Dabi would hurt you, he had asked you to trust him before he got Kao’s attention, after all, the line between foreplay and conflagration was becoming blurry.

Kao backed up into the half wall that separated the living room from the kitchen, barely making an effort to try and hide his erection anymore, “I’ll send you to fucking Tartarus for this, Dabi.”

“Oooo, scary,” His unlit hand trailed down your jawline, tilting you to his side until he could slide his tongue into your open lips, humming into your mouth, “What do you think, doll?

“Dabi, please... wait,“ The strength in your voice wasn’t as heated as before, and even you had to admit it sounded half-assed.

Kao’s quirk must be no good for long range because all he could do was stand there, trying to avert his eyes from your drooling cunt in favor of glaring daggers at the coy villain pulling soft mewls from your lips, “I swear... I’ll see you rot in prison for this. You’ll be fucking executed, you rapist—“

“—woah, woah, that stings, hero. Doll, is that really what I’m doin’?” You groaned, not exactly answering because you couldn’t hear the question, your eyes still shut tight in embarrassment.

The growl in his voice sent another soaking rush towards your pussy, as his hand grabbed you jaw, pulling you up, “Look at me,” Your eyes widened at the sight of Dabi so close to you, his chest warm against your back, the aches of your last orgasm fading into something new.

“Tell me to stop, princess, your call,” Time stood still as Dabi kissed a soft pathway along your neck, weirdly gentle as he listened for your response, his clothed hard-on pressed firmly against your ass.

Too flustered to speak, you merely wrenched your arm free from his grasp, carding you hand through his hair and pulling him to your desperate lips. You could feel him tug into a smirk against you as your hips eagerly ground themselves on him despite the audience.

Kao choked on his own spit, stepping backwards, but stopped when Dabi aimed his ignited hand towards the hero who was having difficulty piecing together your actions in his head. “What,” His voice cracked when he called out your name, “are you...?”

Dabi pulled away, a feral glint in the blue hidden beneath his hair as he licked a disgustingly wet stripe along your cheek, chest rumbling behind you as you squirmed at the gross feeling, “I’m still gonna need you to beg, sweetheart.”

Your dignity was hanging by a thread, hinging on whether or not you followed his lead, but the insane buzz your anxiety had stirred up under Kao’s confused stare and Dabi’s aching cock was impossible to ignore. He rut himself into the dripping curve of your ass, his jeans soaked with your slick as you found the courage to speak.

“Fuh...” Carefully, Dabi pressed a loving kiss to your temple, his stare fixated on Kao’s as you strung the syllables together, “Fuck me, Dabi,”

The hero couldn’t believe his ears. She’d turned him down countless times despite his pursuits, yet she was somehow fine with this? Kao briefly thought that perhaps his crush was a villain this whole time, but that couldn’t make sense with her weak quirk.

You felt Dabi twitch beneath you, the shameless way you showed yourself off was as humiliating as it was hot, and he laughed in lightheaded disbelief against the back of your neck, taking your ass in one hand and slipping the other down his pants, tugging off the painful metal zipper until his boxers were pulled down just enough for his cock to finally be met with the soft warmth of your cunt.

“As the lady commands,” Dabi grinned, reaching around your waist to take his pierced dick in his hand, rubbing and tapping his swollen head deliberately against your clit, pre-cum drenching your pussy as you felt boneless in his arms.

“Ah-! St..S-top tea-sing, Dabi!” You babbled, squirming to try and find an escape from his grasp or maybe trying to force him inside you, but all your struggling did was make him harder. But before you could beg, you froze at the sight of Kao a few feet away, his legs bending into a sprinter’s pose. He was going to run?

Dabi was having none of it, a controlled jet of flame grazing Kao’s knee, scalding the skin beneath the latex. The hero cried out into the bite of his fist, collapsing into the wall a few feet away.

“Nah, hero. You’re not leaving just yet,” The villain rearranged you on his lap, “See, the thought of you jerking off to my girl? It kinda pisses me off, actually,”

The color in Kao’s face drained as he had no choice but to sit and watch as Dabi slowly sunk you down on top of him, one hand drawing soft circles into your stomach as you reveled in the feeling of his piercings hot against every part of you.

“Though, I’m wondering, what did you think about, huh?” Kao sputtered, unable to form words just like you, formless noises falling from your lips.

His scarred hands grasped at the flesh of your thighs, raising you up only to shove you back onto his cock, the flames that still extended to threaten Kao suddenly flared up in time with his thrusts, the weight of him felt so much deeper at this angle and it was hard to breathe, let alone speak.

“I... nothing! I didn’t—“ Another whip of fire cut through the room from Dabi’s fingertips, a cast of blue leaving bubbling skin in its wake, pain flashing across Kao’s face.

“Fuckin’ liar,” You yelped as Dabi shoved you down, moaning into your ear as you squeezed against him, sobbing his name into his chest as he picked up a steady pace in your guts.

Kao cried out, stuttering and gripping along the inflamed line of skin, “I-I thought— thought about her... fuck— I just wanted her to suck me off, alright? There, I said it! Are you happy now?”

He must’ve realized the mistake in his words as soon as he said them, squeezing your eyes shut but having no choice but to smell the stench of burning flesh and hear the sound of muffled screaming as it filled your apartment, “Can’t blame you though, her mouth is God,”

Your hands scrambled for balance against Dabi as the screaming of his victim made him downright feral, filling your tight heat so well it had you crying.

“Damn, you’re soaked for me, doll, I just knew you were a kinky fuck deep down. You’re a slutty little girl for me, aren’t ya?”

As much as it hurt to admit it, he was right. He was painfully right, and you told him so. The unhinged, unstoppable force that was Dabi ignited a passion in you that’d never been fed before. He was torturing the hero you hated all while taking your cunt in deep, harsh thrusts, the metal imbedded into his cock and his chest behind you were blisteringly hot against your skin.

“Tell him, baby,” His question fell on deaf ears, your tongue lolling from your mouth a bit at the pleasure.

It caught you off guard when he drew his hand back and slapped you across the cheek, a blistering red handprint in its wake, saying your name so softly, turning off his quirk to run his hands through your hair, he whispered, “Tell that fucking hero who you belong to,”

The world tipped over as Dabi gripped your shoulders, pushing you onto the wooden coffee table so your ass stuck in the air. In an instant he was on you again, pounding into your cunt with a glazed fervor, your words downright biblical in his ears.

“On-ly... Dabi ca—Ngh, Only Dabi can fuck me this good,” You forced the words from your throat, thankful for the table serving as an impartial shoulder to cry on as Dabi lined himself up with your cunt.

“More, princess,” The snap of his hips had you drooling onto the table, catching sight of Kao’s slumped body in the corner as Dabi’s breath sounded much louder than before.

“Fuck, baby—” You cried, craning your neck back to look at him. Sweat glistened at the crown of his dark hair, steam shading his breath as he took you hard, “Your cock is— shit its so deep in me,”

Your nerves were spent from exhaustion as he railed you, being more vocal than before as he choked at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, his fingernails digging future bruises into your hip dips, “Wanna feel you cum in me, want you to fill me up— Dabi, wanna make you feel good,”

“Fuck, doll, I can’t...” He ground his teeth together, making you squeal as he mounted you from behind, spreading your legs out wide so you had no way to hide yourself, “Gonna fuck’n cum-gonna cum in you- fuck, fuck, fuck—!“

You both hit your highs at the same time, Dabi accidentally digging your face into the wood as he held you as tightly to him as possible, his cum running hot due to his quirk as he pumped you full, that broken cry of yours like music to his ears, humping you a few times to ride out his climax.

You felt warm and safe, Dabi’s weight a comfortable blanket even with your shivering skin pressed naked into the coffee table. However, the quietly groaning hero in the corner made you quickly come back down to earth.

“Dabi... did you kill him?” Your voice was small beneath him, but he just shrugged.

“Nah, not yet, don’t worry,” He kissed your neck one more time, his thumb rubbing circles into your indented stomach, pulling you off the table and back into his arms.

He pulled out of you and grinned at the sight of his release spilling down your thighs, “Damn...” he whispered, taking in the sight with a satisfied whistle, “C’mon Doll, forget about him.”

You were grateful he carried you bridal style to your bedroom, your legs gelatin at this point, and as he laid you down to rest he grabbed one of your discarded shirts that hadn’t made it to the hamper and wiped down the remains of sex from your twitching cunt before leaving the cum-stained top ignored on the ground.

“You doing good, baby? Didn’t go too hard, did I?” His concern was diminished somewhat by the grin on his face, satisfied with the mumbling, love-drunk form he’d reduced you to.

Shaking your head, you burrowed into the warm blankets, peeking your eyes out from beyond the covers in a way that even Dabi couldn’t deny was pretty cute, “No, just... what are you gonna do with Kao?”

His face was unreadable as he leaned closer, “Do you really want to know?”

Truth be told, no, you didn’t, you were just a civilian, far removed from the complex fight between heroes and villains. You were only in this situation because you’d grown to care about Dabi. In some small, sarcastic way, he’d wormed his way into your life, and he hadn’t hurt you so far, only going as close as possible to bring you over the edge again and again.

“No...”

“Good answer,” he stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans as he went back into the living room. You heard a muffled thud and what sounded like Dabi cursing before he reappeared in your bedroom, Kao’s unconscious body slung over his shoulder. For such a wiry guy, Dabi was pretty strong. Moving to the open window he basically threw Kao’s body onto the outside metal grating, his lungs uneven after carrying him.

Just as he swung his leg onto the windowsill you shot up in your bed, hand outstretched, “Wait!”

He turned back to look at you, genuinely confused as to what you could want.

“Kiss me before you go?”

He froze, then grinned, scoffing at the innocent gesture you gave so openly to a murderer like him. There had to be something wrong with his little villain-in-training to make her okay with it, just like him. Dabi ignored that thought for another day, striding forward and finally giving you the goodbye kiss you’d been denied last time, his tongue trying to map out every detail in case he could ever forget before pulling away with a warm softness to his ocean eyes.

“I think I might be starting to like you, Doll,” A feint rush of color fell on his unmarred skin and you’re sure your heart stopped beating for a good three seconds.

His words were a worn record being played over and over in your head long after he crawled down your fire escape, the teasing, sated haze in his voice hidden beneath a rasp of smoke. You weren’t sure how much he meant what he said, but you’re sure that the first thing you said in return was exactly what he wanted to hear; at least judging from the boyish smile that lit up his face when you said it.

“Come back soon, okay?”

“Okay,”

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