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hii I'm M and I wanna share my love for Toya♡ with you guys. In my 20's. I write and draw sometimes! English is my second language
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I went through the old chapters where Dabi and Ujiko are included to take a deeper look at the relationship between these two.
Did you translate the conversations between the two of them into chapters 221 and 222?
I find the way Ujiko speaks to Dabi in the English translation strange. I'm curious if that's really how he expressed himself in Japanese. If I remember correctly, it seems to me that you translated a line of Ujiko's related to Dabi and it sounded less strange than in the English version. That one with "Dabi, you've got sharp eyes!" or smth like this
Hi there!
I only translated that specific line way back when Ujiko and AFO being involved in Touya's backstory was just a theory (long time ago).
I also did a translation of chapter 350, where Ujiko tells us that part of Touya's backstory, which also features a short conversation between the two.
Going back to chapter 221 and 222, here's a breakdown of the parts before the "good eye", starting with this part in chapter 221 (the first two speech bubbles can be found in the other post I linked above)
「そうじゃ違うんじゃこの子らは中位下位とは違うじゃよ～
最上位（ハイエンド）じゃよ
より「マスターピース」に近付いたスーパー脳無じゃ！
凄いじゃろうこれまでとは違うんじゃよ！！！」
「そう ; sou 」 = so
「じゃ ; ja 」 = to be
「違う ; chigau 」 = different
「んじゃ ; nja 」 = explanatory particle
「この ; kono 」 = this
「子ら ; kora 」 = children
「は ; wa 」 = topic particle
「中位下位 ; chuuikai 」 = middle class, lower class
「とは ; to wa 」 = quotation particle
「違う ; chigau 」 = different
「じゃ ; ja 」 = to be
「よ ; yo 」 = emphasis particle
「最上位 (ハイエンド) ; haiendo 」 = High End (the kanji mean the most upper class)
「じゃ ; ja 」 = to be
「よ ; yo 」 = emphasis particle
「より ; yori 」 = than
「マスターピース ; masutaapiisu 」 = master piece
「に ; ni 」 = directional particle
「近付いた ; chikazuita 」 = approached
「スーパー脳無 ; suupaa noumu 」 = super nomu
「じゃ ; ja 」 = to be
「凄い ; sugoi 」 = amazing
「じゃろう ; jarou 」 = right
「これまで ; kore made 」 = until this
「とは ; to wa 」 = quotation particle
「違う ; chigau 」 = different
「んじゃ ; nja 」 = explanatory particle
「よ ; yo 」 = emphasis particle
＝"That's right, they're different. These kids are different from the middle and lower class ones~ It's a High End (top tier). It's a Super Nomu, close to a masterpiece! Amazing, right? It's different from anything up until now!!!"
You best believe he chose the word masterpiece to piss off Touya here on purpose. Unfortunately, and maybe on purpose, we never get shown Touya's facial reaction to that, and he most likely played it cool on the outside, while on the inside wanting to set the whole place on fire.
The next little bit of dialogue between the two occurs in chapter 222:
「ならば荼毘にはハイエンドのテストに協力してほしいのう！！
趣味が！！審美眼がとても合う！！接しやすい！！」
「ならば ; naraba 」 = in case; as for
「荼毘 ; dabi 」 = Dabi
「には ; ni wa 」 = directional particle
「ハイエンド ; haiendo 」 = High Ends
「の ; no 」 = possession particle
「テスト ; tesuto 」 = test
「に ; ni 」 = directional particle
「協力 ; kyouryoku 」 = cooperation
「してほしい ; shitehoshii 」 = want you to do
「のう ; nou 」 = explanatory particle (adds emphasis)
「趣味 ; shumi 」 = preference; liking; taste
「が ; ga 」 subject particle
「審美眼 ; shinbigan 」 = aesthetic sense; sense of beauty
「が ; ga 」 subject particle
「とても ; totemo 」 = very
「合う ; au 」 = to fit/match
「接しやすい ; sesshiyasui 」 = easy to deal with/attend to
= "As for Dabi, I want you to test out the High End for me!! (Good) taste!! Your aesthetic sense matches a lot!! It will be easy for you to deal with it!!"
Obviously, in retrospect, knowing that Ujiko would have turned Touya into a nomu too, the "matching aesthetic sense" line feels even more rude now.
And finally Touya's response:
「話聞いてンのか」
「話 ; hanashi 」 = story
聞いてン ; kiiten 」 = to listen
「のか ; noka 」 = question particle
= "Are you listen to my story?"
The 'story' being him just a second prior to this having said he will go off on his own since he is in the middle of recruiting someone (don't do it!).
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Can you draw Dabi please?
beloved disaster lmao 🫡 🖤
☑️ art requests open-ish (im catching up!! hehe) 🤗✨
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Rei and Fuyumi are lying next to each other on the same stretcher with their heads facing the reader. You can actually tell who is who by the red streaks in Fuyumi's hair. Touya is on the other stretcher in the distance, you can see his spiky white hair.
Also, Natsuo says 'mom and the others' in original Japanese text, not just 'mom and Fuyumi', implying more than one other person (Fuyumi AND Touya).
In short - Touya is indeed still alive.
Update: the same panel, but from Spanish scans, for more clarity.
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WOULD THEY BURN THE WORLD FOR YOU ?
simply to put it, he wouldn’t. it doesn’t mean he loves you any less. no, he’s reminded of how much he loves you when your making love to each other, or when he gives you a light peck on your cheek in passing and he sees the blush rise on your cheeks. he loves you so much, his heart couldn’t handle it. but he’s a good man. he wouldn’t burn the world down for you. he has a right moral compass and though he may be mm madly in love with you, he’d let you go for the greater good, tears streaming down his face as he holds the knife that would end your life, and admittedly, save everyone and still, he cries because he knows it’s the right thing yet he so desperately does not want to do it. he knows any other option would result in the death of innocents and he knows his hero heart couldn’t take it. and so, he lets you go…
IZUKU MIDORIYA, aizawa shota, KATSUKI BAKUGOU, zhongli, xiao, AYATO KAMISATO, wriothisoley, NEUVILLETTE, thoma, ITADORI YUJI, NANAMI KENTO, ino takuma, HIROMI HIGURUMA + your faves . . . ?
there the opposite. he would burn the down for you. regardless of the consequences, he can’t live without you and he knows that. he loves you too much to let you go. and he knows that when he sees you beneath him, tears streaming down your cheeks from the pleasure of it all and your telling him you love him too. he wants you near him forever, he needs you near him. so he’d watch the world burn, hand in hand with you and he wouldn’t care because he has you by his side. his entire world and so what if everyone burned? you were okay. and that’s all that mattered. and he’d kiss you again and you remind of that again with your face in his hands and he swears he wouldn’t ever let a single thing harm you. it’s his own twisted love, and he knows it’s beyond wrong, but he can’t find it in himself to care.
SHOTO TODOROKI, TOMURA SHIGARAKI, DABI, al haitham, DILUC, kaeya, MEGUMI FUSHIGURO, toji fushiguro, SATORU GOJO, choso kamo, RYOMEN SUKUNA + your faves . . . ?
© VNUSOKI do not copy, repost or plagiarise my work.
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GOD THAT FUCKING GROWL, Dabi knows what the hell he's doing, god just imagine this beautiful man growling in your ear to, "stay the fuck put doll, don't run from me." While he gives you the meanest backshots of your life.
"Come on baby.. give me one more, promise just one more.." He's a liar, it's never just one more with Dabi.
But he's such an asshole and when you don't listen, he's forced to pull you back towards him by your hair as he grabs your chin, forcing your lips into a pout as he stares you down with those intense blue eyes of his... the Dabi brain rot is bad 😩
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Quick bnha 421 reaction because I'm on the streets right now and can't write much:
RECOVERY GIRL I LOVE LIKE YOUUUUU
Idk why but since Endgame I can't take the "everyone arrives to the final battle through a portal" seriously. It's suuuuch a meme to me. Every time I see it, I think "something cheesy yet cute is about to happen!!!" Not my fav trope, but it does the job.
I love the UA kiddos 😭😵💫 it's about time they got to fight together to prove they are the greatest heroes / All Might's heritage.
Horikoshi is really rounding that end, uh? Spelling the purpose of the story and making everything as clear as possible.
Man, AFO is so pathetic. I get where the story is going, but still. Just kill him, guys.
I couldn't detail the chapter but DABI???? DABI IMPLICATION?? DABI WHERE ARE YOU WHERE IS TOGA PLEASE 😭😭😭
The whole chapter is soooo cheesy, omg I love when teens are silly and embarrassing and loving and open and wjhdjdhdjdbdjnf
The "we are here" like All Might. Just in case someone forgot what the story is about.
Sero 🥺🥺
They all care so much.
Aizawa and his kids!!!!
That's mostly it. At least Tomura is not back yet, so I have time to arrive home and go through it calmly. If Tomura was back, I'd be screaming lol.
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Dabi x Reader Sneak Peak:
Soooo…. I’m writing a Dabi x Reader fic that is already over 5k words and not even close to done yet (send help…!).
This fic will be filled with feels, talks, and a touch-starved Dabi. This’ll be a sort of slow burn, an acquaintances-to-lovers.
Warnings: 18+ content (consensual), drug use (c’mon… you can’t tell me this guy doesn’t take drugs to handle his pain), fucking long as shit (did I mention it’s already over 5k words???)
A little (clean) peak:
You stood outside his bedroom door, your pulse pounding in your throat. A light-headedness began to overtake you, and you realized that you had forgotten to breathe. You forced a long steady breath in and out of your lungs before finally rapping you knuckles on the wood.
It swung open a moment later and Dabi’s tall silhouette framed the doorway as weak orange light from his room trickled past him, illuminating the dark hallway. He stared at you with an unreadable look which you did your best to meet steadily before he finally stepped aside just enough for you to squeeze past him. The proximity made the hairs on your arms and neck stand on end as your nose caught his scent – some sort of cologne, most likely to cover any possible odors of infection he might have from his quirk abuse.
The room was unsurprisingly bare, with nothing but a simple bed, nightstand, and a desk with a metal chair. Plain black sheets covered the mattress and a lamp with a broken shade was the sole source of light in the room as it strained to erase the shadows in the corners. On the desk, your eyes caught sight of a wide array of bandaging materials. Rolls of gauze, patches, ointments. On the nightstand sat empty prescription pill bottles; you didn’t have to read them to know that the name on them weren’t his. The room had a chill to it, and you realized that the window was open, letting in the cold night air.
He watched you with a sly grin as you assessed the space before you realized how closely you were scrutinizing everything. “Like what you see?” He asked, his voice a low rumble.
“What can I do for you, Dabi?” you replied, trying not to take his bait and get to the point. The sooner you could treat him, the sooner you’d be able to leave and return to the safety of your own room.
“So direct. What’s with the cold shoulder, doll?” He replied. “You scared of me?”
You swallowed. “Why would I be scared of you?”
“You wouldn’t be the first person turned off by these scars, doll.”
“Your scars don’t scare me.” You replied honestly.
“Sure they don’t, sweetheart.” His tone was teasing but his posture was guarded.
If you’re interested, let me know and I’ll add you to the tag list once it’s posted.
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Okay, that’s it. I’m doing it. I’m rewriting the early chapters of Touch.
DON’T PANIC.
I’m still gonna work on the latest chapters too. And I won’t be deleting or replacing the original early chapters, so those of you who have a special place in your heart for the original can keep it. I’ll be posting the revised ones separately, with their own links, until they can rejoin the main plot (probably chapter 5 or 6).
Keep reading
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THIS IS SO GOOD????!? OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! PLEASE IF YOU'LL EVER MAKE A PART 2 TAG ME IN IT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏
(I WILL draw centaur Toya when I'll get free time😼)
℧ 𝓒𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓻!𝓣𝓸𝓾𝔂𝓪 ℧
℧ you’re walking in the forest when you see a shirtless man with spiky white hair and blue eyes hidden behind the bushes. You also notice that he’s covered in scars, starting from his jaw down to his collarbone, including a few under his eyes.
℧ why there’s a shirtless man in the middle of the woods is beyond your understanding but you’re not complaining since he’s very attractive.
℧ he suddenly moves away from the bushes and your eyes widen when you see a white horse body connecting to his happy trail. Along his arms and surrounding his chest are more scars.
℧ you’re struck dumbfounded, unable to look away because centaurs were supposed to be mythical creatures but clearly there’s one standing a few feet away from you so either you just made the discovery of a fucking lifetime or you ate earlier something that’s causing weird ass hallucinations.
℧ too stunned to move, you just continue staring at him because what the hell are you supposed to do? Call out to him and try to befriend him with an apple like you’re in some horse girl movie?
℧ you don’t need to say or do anything because he can smell your scent. Lifting his nose in the air, he sniffs around until he sees you.
℧ oh shit
℧ the both of you stare at each other in awkward silence, and you wonder if he’s going to run away or attack you. You pray it’s not the latter.
℧ to your surprise, he just huffs in annoyance and says, “It’s rude to stare, y’know.”
℧ it’s like your brain has turned into tv static because you don’t respond back, just continue looking at him stupidly as he rolls his eyes.
℧ you hear him mutter ‘weirdo’ under his breath before he turns and gallops away, the sound of his hooves becoming faint until he’s no longer in your line of sight.
℧ overwhelmed, you collapse onto the ground and play over in your mind the events that just happened: centaurs are real, you met one, he was handsome, albeit snarky, but now you’re wishing you had said or done something.
℧ you eventually leave the woods but leave a trail of stones behind you so you’ll remember the spot. You definitely plan on coming back tomorrow and hope you’ll see him again, and maybe even talk to him.
@missrosegold @dabislittlemouse @sarah-dipitous @dabisqueen @kelin-is-writing @dabislilbaby this is a repost of the original except I made the banner
#I NEVER KNEW HOW MUCH I NEEDED CENTAUR TOYA!!!#I'M IN LOVE#CENTAUR TOYA FOR THE SOUL#AUGHHHJJJHHHHH#OOH TOYA MY BELOVED#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#mha#dabi#touya todoroki#bnha x reader fluff#mha x reader fluff#dabi x reader fluff#touya todoroki x reader fluff#centaur!dabi
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Some hastily drawn doodles of Dabi dressed like his VA 🎤
(Inspired by @candycandy00 ‘s post )
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CANDYYY!! Congratulations on 2k followers!! You deserve every single one of them!! 💕💕
I saw the build your own fanfic adventure and you know I have to get in on this soooooooo:
Character: Dabi (what a surprise there 😂)
AU setting: Honestly I'm so stuck between Gothic Mansion and Monster Forest, I'll let you decide!!
Spice level: screw it let's go all the way, NSFW bb
Mood: I'll leave it up to you! You know me, I could go either way!
Kink: ugh I'll indulge a little today, Breeding/Daddy kink (sometimes I like being taken care of, you know?? 😂😂)
Have fun my love! 😘 Can't wait to read Choso's chapter!!
Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Dabi as a werewolf. Dabi as a vampire. Light vampire-related blood. Rough sex. Breeding. Oral sex. Heavily inspired by the 1988 horror film “Waxwork”.
This ended up a lot longer than I planned but I hope you like it, babe!
Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! Any feedback is loved! Dividers by @benkeibear.
You’ve always loved wax museums, so when a new one opened up in town, you just had to visit on opening day. You walk through the doors, noting sadly that there isn’t a very big crowd. After looking through the “historical figures” and “celebrities” sections, you wander into the “fictional characters” area.
There are highly detailed wax figures lovingly made to recreate various famous scenes from novels and movies. A large portion of them are horror, and so you feel a chill down your spine as you notice you’re the only visitor in this section.
Some of the wax figures look so realistic, you find yourself staring at them to make sure they’re not moving. You walk around, looking at the displays, before stopping at one that fascinates you.
The scene looks like the interior of a cabin in the woods. There are even fake trees outside the windows. The “room” is lit by a fireplace. Near the door, there’s a young man bent backwards in what appears to be agony, in the midst of a transformation. He has messy white hair, and half his body is covered in white fur, giving the illusion that the fur is spreading. His dark clothes are ripped, and he’s clutching his head with his hands, one of them tipped with razor sharp claws. His eyes, so bright blue that they seem to glow, are staring upwards. You imagine he’s staring at a full moon.
Also in the display is a young woman in a ragged dress, recoiling from him in horror. Strangely, she resembles you. Her build is the same as yours, as well as her hair. But with her face so twisted by fear, you can’t really tell if that resembles yours too.
Your eyes keep being drawn back to the man, to the fine white fur that looks like crushed velvet. You want to touch it, to feel it beneath your fingertips. And his eyes… so beautiful.
Wait… did his eyes just move? For a fraction of a second, you thought his eyes flicked down to your face. But surely you imagined it. You laugh nervously, deciding you’ve been looking at this display for too long.
You move quickly to the next display, this one looking like the ornate dining room of a gothic castle. Sitting at the table in a beautiful Victorian style dress is a young woman who looks almost identical to the one from the previous display. Which means she looks just like you. Her hair is pinned up in an intricate style, and her dress is way too immodest to be historically accurate. It’s an off the shoulder design that is extremely low cut, exposing way more cleavage than was probably common in the Victorian era.
The young woman is holding a steak knife in her hand, and has apparently cut her finger on it by accident, as a shiny drop of red “blood” is made to look as if it’s dripping down her hand. But the most interesting part of this display is the man standing behind her, like a predator.
You draw in a sharp breath as you look at him, realizing with a tinge of alarm that he’s the same as the man from the werewolf display, with slight differences. This one has black hair, and is wearing a black Victorian suit with a cape. He also has scars covering the lower half of his face. But those eyes… those lovely blue eyes… they’re the same. There’s a look of hunger in them as he leans over the woman, staring at the drop of blood. You look at the blood too, trying to imagine why he finds it so compelling.
Oh, he must be a vampire! You almost laugh at yourself for being so slow to realize it. You casually glance back up at his face, and your breath catches in your throat.
He’s looking straight at you. Not at the drop of blood, but at you.
Your heart pounds furiously as you stare at him, locked in his gaze. This time you’re certain. His eyes moved! You know for a fact he was looking at the woman’s hand before! So why is he looking into your eyes now?
This must be some kind of trick or gimmick, you tell yourself, trying to calm down. Maybe the wax figure has some sort of mechanized feature that makes his eyes move, as a way to excite the visitors. Or, judging by how realistic he looks, maybe he’s an actor! The possibility makes you feel quite silly.
You back away, suddenly eager to leave this section of the museum, but your back collides with something and your body bounces forward, causing you to stumble over the velvet rope cordoning off the display and fall directly into it. You close your eyes and brace for the impact of the floor, but instead you black out.
When your eyes snap open, you’re sitting at the fancy table in the dining room. There’s a plate of delicious looking food in front of you and a steak knife in your hand. A single drop of blood is sliding down your index finger. You look in front of you, where the rope should be, but it’s not there. In fact, the rest of the museum is gone! You really are in a complete dining room!
All at once you remember the other occupant of the room, and you slowly turn your head to look over your shoulder. Leaning over you is the very beautiful, very alive, vampire with the black hair and the scars.
“Did you cut yourself? Are you okay?” he asks. You expected his voice to be more smooth and formal, given his attire, but he sounds like any random guy you go to college with.
You’re not sure what to say, wondering if this is a dream or not. Did you hit your head when you fell?
The man grabs your hand, firmly but not harshly, and pulls it up to his face to examine it. “Looks like a small cut,” he says, then wraps his scarred lips around your finger, his tongue lapping gently at the blood.
You’re so transfixed that you don’t think to pull your hand away until he’s finished. His eyes move over you, and you’re suddenly very aware of how obscenely low cut your dress is. You stand up from the table and look around, still hoping to see the rest of the museum somewhere. But it’s just not there.
“Not running off, are you?” the man asks, a hint of a grin on his face. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone for dinner.” His tongue runs over his lips as he says it, making your face flush with heat.
“Um, I’m not really sure where I am,” you say, your back against the edge of the table.
He steps closer to you. “You’re in my home, doll, and we’re about to have dessert.”
You feel paralyzed as he gets closer and closer, until his body is pressed against yours. He’s taller than you, probably a little older, but he’s fucking gorgeous.
Maybe this is a dream. Maybe it’s a concussion-induced hallucination. But whatever it is, you might as well enjoy it.
You reach up and wrap your arms around him as he lifts you up and sits you on the table, the plates and silverware magically gone. His mouth is on your neck, licking along a vein before you feel a sharp pain. He’s biting you! The pain is intense for a few moments, and then disappears, replaced by a feeling of euphoria. You can feel his teeth tearing at your delicate skin, can feel his tongue gliding along the wound, but it doesn’t hurt at all now. You only feel warm and aroused, listening to the sensual sucking sounds as he devours your blood.
He lies you back on the table and pulls away from your neck. His mouth is sticky and red. He pulls the top of your dress down, freeing your breasts, and then his hands and mouth are upon them, squeezing and licking.
You moan, clutching his shoulders, opening your legs ever wider as his body presses to you. Eventually he reaches down and rips the skirt of your dress right up the middle, cleaning himself a path to your panties and exposing your white garter belt and stockings. He tears the panties away and bends down, running his tongue along your heated, damp flesh. You arch your back, ridiculously turned on by the idea of a vampire eating you out. His tongue, still wet with your blood, circles your clit, driving you to madness.
When you’re right on the edge of climax, he stops and pulls away, opening his pants to the sounds of your panting. “Gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks, sliding his hand up and down his hard, pleasingly large shaft.
“Yes! I’ll be so good!” you breathe out, locking your legs around his body, pulling him closer.
He grins as he shoves himself into you, licking your blood from his lips. His thrusts are deep, intimate, and hit your sweet spot just perfectly. “Ahh… feels so good…” you cry.
You want to moan his name, but you have no idea what it is.
“That’s it,” he says with a grunt, thrusting deeper, “taking me so well!”
Fuck it. Just go with the vibes.
“Harder, Daddy!”
He looks down at you, momentarily surprised, but then he laughs and fucks you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.
You were already on the edge of cumming, and now you’re pushed over the edge by the way his tip hits your cervix, making you bounce off the table. You cum while clenching his cock.
Just before he releases his seed inside you, painting your womb in his color, he leans forward and bites your neck again. There’s that brief searing pain again, contrasting so deliciously with the pleasure rippling through you as his cock pulses in your body.
He pulls away, licking his lips again and pulling you up to your feet by your hand, like a gentleman. You’re in a daze as he leads you to the door of the room. “Thanks, doll. I haven’t had any visitors in a long time. Hopefully I’ll see you in the next one.”
“Next one?” you ask, confused as you walk through the door.
You find yourself back in the museum, standing in front of the vampire display. But it looks different now. The woman sitting at the table doesn’t look like you anymore, instead having plain, almost blank features. And the man, the vampire, is standing up straight, looking right at you, a subtle grin on his bloody lips.
Startled, you step back and touch your hand to your neck. You can feel the puncture wounds, the slick blood trickling out.
Was… was that real?
Somewhat delirious, you stagger away, and end up stumbling right into another display. This time you blink and you’re in the cabin in the woods. You’re the girl in the torn dress, cowering in fear of the white haired man who is turning into a werewolf before your very eyes.
He looks at you through his agony as his body transforms, and you can see the recognition in his eyes.
“Oh fuck, not this one!” he says, trying to move away from you. “Run! Get… to the edge… of the forest! Hurry!”
“What’s happening!?” you scream. “How did I even get here?”
“It’s the museum!” he shouts, clutching his head in pain. “Listen, you have to run! I can’t… control this form! I go fucking feral!”
You stand there, frozen, watching the soft white fur spread across his lean body, the claws on his hands get longer, the teeth in his much wider mouth become large and sharp. Two white furry ears even grow out of the top of his head.
“Feral, you say?” The question rolls off your tongue. Watching him writhe in pain as his body changes is… actually kind of hot.
He looks at you, blue eyes wild, and he seems to understand what you want. The transformation is complete. He stands before you much taller than before, covered head to toe in that lovely white fur. There’s a primal feel to the way he looks at you. Animalistic. Predatory.
Either he’s going to rip you apart or fuck your brains out. You really really hope it’s the latter.
He lunges forward and tackles you to the floor, pushing you face down onto the rug in front of the fireplace. His movements are fast and aggressive, but not too rough. He easily could have killed you already.
With one swipe of his powerful claws, your dress is in tatters, barely clinging to your body in tiny strips that cover nothing. Behind you, lifts your hips and spreads your thighs, and almost immediately plunges into your slick pussy.
You cry out, gripping the rug in your hands as he begins fucking into you, your bare chest and stomach rubbing against the rug with each thrust. Ah, his cock feels incredible! It’s long and hard, covered in a thin layer of soft velvety fur. As he takes you from behind, he uses one hand to lightly scrape his claws down your back.
“Oh god!” you scream out when one clawed hand reaches around and finds your clit, rubbing and pinching it, making your body tremble. You don’t have to tell him to fuck you harder. You don’t think he possibly could. Your knees are wobbling, barely supporting you, your face is pressed into the rug, your tears seeping into it. You’ve never felt this good in your entire life.
You feel him twitching inside you, and just as you feel his scalding hot cum shoot directly into your womb, you feel your own orgasm wash over you. Moaning and panting, you stay there on the rug, your face buried in it, until he eventually pulls out. By the time you have the energy to roll over and look at him, he’s reverted back to human form.
He’s standing there naked, his white hair damp and hanging in his eyes. He drops down onto the rug beside you, and you scoot closer to him, pulling your knees up to your chest.
“What is this place?” you ask him. “Is this really still the museum?”
The fireplace is roaring behind you, and you can hear the wind blowing through the trees outside the cabin.
“I think every display is its own pocket dimension,” he says. “But fuck if I know how it all works.”
You look at him intently. “Who are you?”
He shrugs. “Just a guy who got stuck here. I came to the museum with some friends a few years ago, stumbled into one of the displays, and got stuck. I stayed inside too long, so now I can’t leave.”
“Why not?” you ask.
“When I finally found the border, the way back to the museum, I stuck one arm out and it instantly turned to wax. As long as I stay in the displays, I’m flesh and blood. But I can move my consciousness around the different dimensions.”
You suddenly feel panicked. “What about me?”
He grins. “You’ll be fine. You haven’t been here nearly long enough. Certain rare people get pulled in, and I always lead them out.”
You meet his gaze for a few moments, then say, “I’ll come back! I’ll visit you as often as I can!”
He gives you a somewhat sad smile. “The museum moves around to different towns. We probably won’t be here for longer than a year.”
“Then I’ll track it down!” you say forcefully, causing him to blink in surprise. “Wherever you go, I’ll find you!”
“I hope so,” he says, then he stands up and heads for the door, opening it. He tosses a blanket to you to cover yourself with and says, “You better get going. Head to the edge of the forest and you’ll be back in the museum.”
You wrap the blanket around yourself as you walk through the door. You stop and look back at him. “What’s your name?”
He smiles. “Touya.”
Minutes later, you’re back in the museum, standing in front of the werewolf display. The man who was once bent back in pain is standing calmly in the cabin now, looking at you without moving. You wave to him before turning to leave. “See you later, Touya!”
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Thank you animators for blessing our eyes and giving us Dabi in the sunset 🙏 finally that horrendous blue sky is gone
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"This user's F/O shows up in their dreams!" userbox, requested by anon
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