#inky.touya

[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ touya + your physical flaws

character: todoroki touya | dabi warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, physical marking (bruises and bites), blood words: 253

“I love every fucking inch of you,” Touya’s murmuring into your ass, lips dragging across your flesh messily with the proclamation, rubbing his mouth into you. “Fuckin’ art, baby, that’s what your body is.”

Fucking art that he’s spent the past hour marring—carving, painting, sculpting, claiming—engraving you with his teeth, sharp enamel piercing soft flesh, leaving crescent gouges of his mouth embossed along your form, a collection of grotesque little dents that fill with blood, flood with blood, blotted up by his hungry tongue;

branding you with his touch, veins crushed to pigments of navy and violet beneath his fingertips, dimpling supple skin and inducing puffy welts to sprout under coarse calluses—blooms of dark colour that seep through tissues, that sprawl in misshapen smudges across your canvas;

staining you with thick salves of saliva, the tip of his tongue tracing along the jagged strikes of silver sketched across your body with practiced precision—your thighs, your hips, your ass, your arms, your tummy, your tits—lapping lovingly over every single one, blowing streams of warm breath across the shimmering spit and watching in awe as your skin skitters with pebbled chills, then sealing each area with a smattering of kisses. 

It’s a worship of sorts, a holy sacrament he performs more nights than not, attentive and meticulous as he smothers your flaws in his love, in himself, whispering syrupy adorations into you and letting them soak into your flesh; saturating your tissues, marinating in your bones, rooting at your soul. 

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya smut #todoroki touya x you #this idea has been in my drafts since april 21 so #might as well just get it out thereeee #inky.touya #inky.dabi #tw:blood

[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ touya-nii + his nasty habit of sneaking into your bedroom

character: todoroki touya | dabi warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest, noncon, a slight bit of degradation, implied size difference words: 1.2k

he’s always careful when he starts. careful when he creeps into your room in the middle of the night, sock clad feet quiet against the hardwood; careful to keep the doorhandles latch from catching on the strike plate as he closes it behind him; careful not to wake you as he slinks into your frilly little bed, knocking stuffed animals and extra pillows onto the floor, as he worms his way beneath your pink-piped comforter and slithers his hand between your silky thighs—ah, good girl, you’re not wearing those pesky sleep shorts, just like he told you not to (good little sisters only wear panties to bed; and sometimes, they don’t even wear those, he had informed you)—and then wiggles his fingers under your lacy undies.

that’s when he stops being careful. 

because he loves that sharp gasp of surprise, that sheer unadulterated bolt that courses through your body—shock in the purest, prettiest form—that jolts you from your blissful slumber almost violently; skin shuddering, eyes snapping open, when he shoves two dirty fingers into your ill-prepped cunt. 

it’s his favourite sound in the world, he swears it is, swears he would bottle it up and keep it close to his heart if he could, swears he would wear it around his neck like the cutest, daintiest little noose, tethering him to you. 

but this is the next best thing, he supposes. 

your eyes slip shut again, so tightly they crinkle the corners and furrow your brow, and a whine of his name spills from your lips; first in frustration, then again all wispy and dumb when he curls his knuckles against that plush spot buried deep inside of you—that spot he knows so well, that spot he discovered, then claimed as his own. 

yeah, not so irritated now, are ya, y’little brat. 

no, you’re not. you’re sighing out his name in time with the pumps of his fingers, all melty and stupid and oh-so-cute, knotted with his honorific and seeping into your lace-trimmed pillows in little threads of drool. you’re grinding your ass back against his hard cock as you pathetically hump his palm, indulging him as his hips rut into your plush flesh, pre-cum steadily leaking through his thin pyjama pants, staining plaid in dark wet patches.

“touya-nii,” you whimper, back arching a little, nipples peaked through the thin cotton of your camisole. “stop, stop.” 

this is the routine almost every time, practiced and perfected through night after night of rehearsals, and you play your part flawlessly; effortless and enticing and full of emphasis, because you know he gets off on it—the no!s and wait!s and don’t!s, sometimes spit from your lips, sometimes dribbling out the corner of your mouth, only heightening the whole sordid affair.

because you’re just as fucking sick as your big brother is. 

he can’t stop, don’t you know?

it’s all your fault, he’s telling you, voice caught somewhere between accusatory and mocking. if you weren’t such a slutty little tease, nii-chan wouldn’t have to do this. 

but it’s all just a game; he knows you love it just as much as he does, knows you’re just as depraved as he is, because your actions don’t match your words, you bad girl, the rolling of your hips encouraging the rocking of his own, one of your free hands threading itself over his and guiding it to your breast, bony knuckles pressing into a soft palm as his fingers flex around supple flesh.

if you didn’t love it, if you didn’t want it, then why would you prance around the house in those short, short little dresses? the ones that fan out when you twirl to your music in the living room or ride up when you bend over while cooking in the kitchen, gifting anyone within the immediate vicinity (your vile siblings and their prying eyes) a coveted glimpse of the silk and lace clinging delicately to your cheeks; the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered wholly decent, and the ones Daddy has repeatedly told you to stop wearing around your big brothers—especially the eldest. 

“m’sorry, touya-nii, m’sorry, m’sorry.”

no, you’re not, but that’s okay. he isn’t, either. 

at least you have each other.

your other hand snakes between your tensing thighs, cupping his own, little fingers layering larger ones as they try to speed up his motions, push his digits deeper, fuck you harder, give you more. 

these trysts never last long enough, though; no matter how hard he tries to lengthen them, to savour them, you’re both too eager, too hungry for one another, cumming too quickly in the dead of night as your bodies tremble together, as names shatter on tongues in sharp whispers and limbs seize and tangle and fuse into one.

it’s always so fucking messy, your cunt clenching around your conjoined fingers, slick dribbling down his knuckles in thick dollops to pool in his hand, to settle in the lines of his palm and streak his inner wrist in pretty shimmering streams.

it’s always so fucking messy, his grunts hot and humid against the nape of your neck, forehead pressed to the crown of your head as his cock throbs, filling flannel with copious amounts of burning, sticky cum—so much it seeps through the material to soak your scrunched panties, so much it dries in a hard glaze, welding lace to your ass. 

you don’t ever dare to wash it off, clean it away, eradicate the evidence, instead allowing each other’s pleasure to stain your skins, wearing it like a mark of honour, a claim of ownership, barely visible when it dries into something firm and translucent, but there nonetheless. 

his fingertips continue to flutter against that swollen spot until ripples of overstimulation are shuddering through your flesh, until your little hand is wreathing around his syrupy wrist and nails are biting into his flesh and tugging, tears beginning to bead your lashes.

only then does he chuckle and pull his hand free, knuckles hooking in an attempt to scrape your walls, a heavy coat of your arousal glistening on his fingers. 

“you cum so fucking much for your big brother,” he growls in your ear, lips wet against the cartilage, voice tapering off into a whine. “look at how wet you get for me.” 

two of his fingers flatten against your cheek and then swipe, slow and hard and thorough, smearing a thick film of your slick across your face, from the tip of your temple to the corner of your mouth, back and forth and back and forth until it’s been rubbed into your skin. 

callused fingertips push past your parted lips, weighing down on your tongue and cramming themselves into your throat, forcing you to taste yourself—to taste him, painted in you; spicy nicotine and heady salt.

“you’re fucking disgusting,” he pants out, but his pupils are gaping, watching as your gorge yourself on your big brother’s flesh, lips puckering and cheeks hollowing as your tongue curls around his knuckles and tries to siphon him further down your throat. 

a whine splinters in his chest as he pulls his extremities free from your voracious grip, slathered in spit, viscous cords strung between his knuckles as he spreads them apart. 

“yeah, you’re real fucking sick, y’know that?” 

“you made me like this, nii-chan,” you breathe out dreamily, already drifting back into sleep’s welcoming embrace, body going lax in his arms and snuggling back against his chest. 

yeah, he fucking did. 

and neither of you would have it any other way. 

#dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #wrote this real quick before bed last night #after my boyfriend had slathered my own slick all over my face hehehe #so thank u for inspiring this lil piece sir #inky.touya #inky.dabi #tw:noncon #tw:pseudocest

[inkykeiji]

are we having fun yet?

characters: todoroki touya, todoroki enji warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest (adoptive siblings), rough sex, tw enji, fem!reader, toxic relationships (possessiveness, jealousy, touya’s just very mean) words: 1.7k

From the moment you stepped through the estate door, you’ve always been the princess of the family; babied to the point of patronization, pampered to the point of spoiled brat, rotten right to your sugary core.

The Todoroki family’s cherished little charity case, orphaned by a building Endeavor had failed to catch when you were only five years old, welcomed into his arms and his family and his big, big home. 

His.

Everyone loved you instantly, took to you like a swarm of maggots to a piece of fresh, ripe fruit—swathed you in adoration, gorged themselves on your sweet flesh, consumed your seeds and planted you in their hearts, let you take root, fester, grow.

Except for Touya, who, despite his big age at eleven years old—a whole six years older than you—developed a lifelong penchant for yanking on your pigtails or braids just to hear you yelp out that pretty Touya-nii!, filtered through a cutely scrunched pout. 

Everyone still loves you, even well into adulthood, desperate to aid you, to wait on you hand and foot, to take care of the poor little orphaned girl. 

Except for Touya.

Because Touya loves you even more than everyone else. Touya loves you the most. 

He wouldn’t be so goddamn mean if he didn’t. 

But regardless of how precious you are to all of the Todorokis, you are not perfect. 

And there is one teensy, tiny, slightly distasteful habit you just can’t seem to kick. 

It’s a habit you developed when you were just a child, only a few months into officially being a Todoroki.

It’s a habit you should’ve grown out of by now—any respectable young woman would have, at this point. 

It’s a habit you’ve been spoken to about several times—but, evidently, nothing quite seems to stick. 

It isn’t normal for a fully grown adult to jump into her father’s arms like that, Fuyumi had tried to explain gently, eyes brimming with sympathetic pity. It isn’t entirely appropriate. 

Maybe not. But you’re not entirely sure you care. 

Because you just can’t help it, legs taking off the moment you hear Daddy’s engine cut, bare feet padding down the hallway as Daddy’s boots collide with the cobblestone walkway, rounding the foyer corner just as he’s stepping through the front door, barrelling into his waiting arms with a syrupy sweet squeal of Daddy! sounding in your throat.

“Hey, princess,” he’s saying as he catches you, hoists you up by your armpits and cradles you to his body, large hands strong and secure beneath your bum. “How’s Daddy’s girl?” 

A routine procedure, question murmured out like clockwork, but you never tire of it.

“Better, now that you’re home,” you sigh into him, legs wrapped around his waist and arms twined around his neck, resting your head on his broad shoulder as you stare up at him. 

The familiar scent of sandalwood tickles your nose, infused with notes of dirt and rubble and a hint of sweat, and you breathe it in deeply, desperate to fill your lungs with it, that Dad Aftershave that never seems to fade, no matter how long or ruthless his shift was. 

Your ribs stretch, strain, press into Daddy’s strong chest, and he chuckles, the sound rumbling warmly against you. 

He knows what you’re doing. 

“Trying to inhale me?” he asks, but amusement streaks his tone, crystal eyes melty and lidded as they stare down at you, a small smile on his lips. 

With an embarrassed little squeak, you nod, burrowing your burning face into his shoulder, Enji laughing again; gentle, soft, full of love. 

“Y’jus smell really good, s’all,” you mumble into him. “You smell like home, Daddy.” 

“Even all sweaty and icky from work?”

“Even all sweaty and icky from work,” you confirm with a lethargic nod, thighs tightening around his thick waist, desperate to hug him closer. 

Droplets of exertion still adorn his neck, little beads glittering delicately in the setting sunlight spilling through the front windows in large beams of gold. With content humming in your throat, you nuzzle your cheek into his damp skin, smearing his sweat across your flesh, letting it seep into your tissues, forcefully marking yourself with his scent. 

“That’s gross, dad. I don’t know why you let her do that to you.” A smooth, dark voice sounds behind you, two pairs of eyes snapping to the source. 

Touya.

Leaning against the cased opening, he smirks—a cruel little curl up of his lips, sharp and void of mirth—his arms crossed loosely over his chest in practiced apathy.  

Sapphire eyes skim down your knotted bodies slow and languid, appraising, degrading, before climbing back up to meet your own stare, blue flames licking around his pupils.

“It’s not right,” he continues. He’s talking to Daddy, but his eyes haven’t left your own, the inferno blazing in his irises so bright you’re sure it’ll leave sunspots blooming in your vision.

It hurts, but you won’t bow, you won’t break—not here, not now, not for him. 

With decided defiance, you trail the tip of your nose along the sharp edge of your father’s jaw—slow, soft, sensual—planting a chaste kiss to the strong, defined hinge, steadily holding your eldest brother’s unblinking gaze. 

Oh, Touya knows what you’re doing. 

And, oh, Touya fucking hates it. 

Something sours his face, twists his features into a bitter wince—anger, or heartache, or both, morphing his handsomeness into something ugly, stained with envy.

“Oh, Touya,” Enji dismisses with a grumble and a roll of his eyes. “Can’t a father hug his little girl when he comes home? What’s the issue with that?” 

“Jesus Christ, you can’t be serious,” Touya snorts, and it’s caustic, gnawing through the heavy atmosphere. “Your ‘little girl’ is a grown fucking woman. It’s weird.” 

It’s wrong.  

“Touya’s got a point, Enji,” Rei says as she rounds the corner, lips pressed in a flat, thin line. “Sweetheart,” her eyes find yours, mouth stretching into a small, tight smile, straining beneath the pressure of contrived cordiality. “We talked about this.” 

Brow furrowing, your eyes swap between their faces. “But I’m—I was just—”

But it’s no use trying to explain; they’ve already made up their minds, already sentenced you to damnation, ice and slate scrutinizing, suffocating as their combined stares weigh down on you.

A garbled noise hitches in your throat, something that sounds suspiciously similar to unfair as you untangle yourself from your Daddy, Enji’s large hands aiding in the task, setting you down onto the hardwood floor gently.

A precious moment, smashed to bits by hard jealousy. 

An apologetic ruffle of your hair, his palm so massive it practically encases the entire top of your head—sorry, kiddo—and then he’s off, stalking down the hallway for a much-anticipated shower to wash the grime of the day from his skin, his wife following close to his side, hissing out reproaches, fragments of their conversation—discourage and indulge and shouldn’t—slicing your ears.

“You always ruin everything,” you spit at your brother, the moment both of your parents are out of view.  

“That so?” he gazes down at you with polished impassivity, sapphire lidded but scorching—but you know him better than that, you know him the best. 

“Yeah, that is so,” you seethe. “It’s so unfair that you get to fuck anything that moves but I’m not even allowed to give our father a simple hug.”

Disgust screws up his face, but it’s tinged with desolation, the implication sewn into your words loud and clear—if you could, if Daddy would let you, you’d fuck him, too.

Whether or not that’s true, whether or not it’s just a tactic to hurt him, doesn’t matter. The fact that you’re even making the implication itself is enough. 

And Touya knows better than most that these little quips, razored little insults spit between siblings, always have a glimmer of truth to them. 

“There’s nothing simple about that ‘hug’—if that’s what you want to call it.” The words are acrid, stinging his tongue, but his voice cracks, eroded by emotion. 

“What would you call it?” 

“You should be ashamed,” he continues, ignoring your question. 

“Why? It’s just an innocent—”

“Innocent?” he scoffs, eyebrows raising with sardonic surprise. “It’s indecent. Winding around our father like that, climbing him like he’s a fucking tree—” His face puckers, the thought venom in his mouth, head shaking in disapproval.

“Maybe you’re just jealous,” you say, lifting your nose with a haughty air of superiority, eyes gleaming with the thrill of the kill. “Huh? Jealous that I touch Daddy like that so freely, jealous that I like Daddy better than I like you.” 

Poor Daddy, used as a toy, a tool to wield against your big brother—the only foolproof weapon in your arsenal, the only surefire way to hurt Touya, to guarantee you get what you’re so desperately vying for.

Daddy’s Little Girl always gets what she wants—consciously or not, Daddy makes sure of that. 

Touya smirks in response; nothing more than a lopsided twitching of his lips, the hellfire in his eyes flaring, a spark of terror zipping through your veins. Huffing out the ghost of a laugh through his nostrils—humourless, bleak—his tongue runs along his front teeth, sucking hard, eyes narrowed.

You know what that means, too.

You’ll pay for that remark later tonight, face shoved into your eldest brother’s pillows, cotton wedged between your teeth as his hips smack your ass and his cock pounds your cervix and his fingers tighten around your wrists, yanking back with every plunging thrust forward, using them as leverage, your muscles pulled taut and aching. 

And that’ll just be the start. He won’t stop until his pillow is thoroughly soaked with you—your tears, your spit, your sweat, drying in hard crusts of salt—until you’re sobbing out his honorific, twined so beautifully with messy apologies, the only words your stupid little brain can comprehend, until your cute little cunt has been fucked raw, split open by his thick cock over and over and over again, stuffed so full of your big brother’s cum that it’s oozing past his shaft in dribbles of cream.

He won’t stop until your body is mangled and marred with him, dark splotches of broken blood vessels and scabby molds of his teeth reminding you of who you truly belong to.

And then, he’ll fuck you some more. 

Your Welcome Home ritual won’t be the only thing your big brother is ruining tonight. 

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #todoroki touya smut #todoroki enji x reader #(implied but sTILL) #todoroki enji x you #endeavor x reader #inky.dabi #inky.touya #tw:pseudocest #tw:enji #LMAO

[inkykeiji]

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ sorry i can’t come out i’m busy decorating touya-nii’s guns and switchblades with glittery rhinestones and cute kitty stickers ⋆₊˚⊹♡

he thinks it’s real cute, the way your nose scrunches and your brow furrows and your tongue plays with the point of your right canine, curling around the tooth as you hum in concentration.

he thinks it’s real sweet, how hellbent you are on making it perfect for him, squealing about how he’s messing up your focus! when he nuzzles his nose into the curve of your neck and strings a garland of kisses along the edge of your jaw.

he thinks it’s real special, how you’ve scrupulously arranged the tiny gems into pretty little hearts that shimmer delicately when he pulls his gun from his belt or his blade from his pocket, that twinkle up at him almost as beautifully as your eyes do when he’s buried deep inside of your cunt, that never fail to remind him why he does what he does, and who he does it for, as he splatters brains across concrete and spills blood from throats.

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #dabi smut #todoroki touya smut #dabi headcanons #todoroki touya headcanons #tw:pseudocest #tw pseudocest #touya nii universe #inky.touya

[inkykeiji]

kissing touya’s back dimples,,, tracing the edges with my tongue,, nuzzling my nose into the dips and then trailing the tip up his spine,, giggling all hot and airy against his pebbled skin when he shivers,,, licking my laughs into his flesh and feeling every bump and ridge of the knobs of his spine beneath my tongue, dragging it up the column in one long, wide stroke,, his half-stifled groan vibrating delicately against my tastebuds,, giggling again against the shimmering wet trail and watching as another bout of chills ripples through his body

#muah muah muah!!!!!!! #kissie kissie kissie #just gonna paint his whole back with my saliva tbh #or ur saliva u knowwwww #whatever works #just #let’s all kiss his back #that’s my point HAHAHA #inky.touya #inky.dabi #dabi x reader #todoroki touya x reader #dabi x you #todoroki touya x you

[inkykeiji]

random question but what goes through tomura and touya's minds when theyre mean to their reader? for example tomura snapping at his reader about the candy. is it well I bascially own her and I know best so I can be mean? do they ever feel somewhat bad about snapping on them?

omg a very good question!!! that’s pretty much exactly what it is—you belong to me, and i hold more power and authority over you because you belong to me and i know best, so how dare you demonstrate any sort of ‘disrespect’ toward me (and, of course, their definition of ‘disrespect’ is extremely skewed and varies widely from the true definition). they are both very good at twisting situations into their own favour, and they both have a superb talent for justifying their own actions, no matter the situation or circumstances. they can always find a reason for why they’re right, and you’re wrong, and they’re better, and you’re stupid.

as such, they rarely feel any sort of guilt for snapping or being mean and cruel. as long as they can justify it, then they feel justified in that behaviour. the only time either of them would ever feel bad would be if they genuinely mistakenly accused (and subsequently berated) you for a transgression you quite literally did not commit (though, as i’ve mentioned before, touya in particular is extremely skilled in manipulating situations to his own advantage, and he can almost always find a ‘reason’ to punish if he really wants to).

#thank u for ur question!!!! #i hope ur having a lovely sunday hehe <3 #tw:toxic relationship #inky.touya #inky.tomura #touya nii universe #flawless universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[inkykeiji]

*sighs* oh to be high school sweethearts w angsty touya…(omg not in a weird way lol)

wait actually i cannot see it. he would probably get you pregnant n then leave/disappear…

HAHAHAHA yes the closest you’d get to high school sweethearts with him would be being his extremely intense high school fling. you do drugs and hang out illegally on rooftops and stay out all night knotted between the bars of old playgrounds and go to metal shows and raves together where you share joints or shove ecstasy tablets from one tongue onto another—all through airy exhilarated giggles and sweltering breaths—and it’s fun, it’s an adventure, it’s a wild fucking ride, full of ups and downs, twists and turns: laughing so hard your face is streaked with tears and your cheeks and stomach hurt for a full day afterward; screaming matches where he tugs at his hair and sinks dirty fingernails into your biceps and leaves ugly webbed craters in drywall, knuckles oozing scarlet and coated in a fine white dust; bad trips where you cling to each other beneath the steady spray of a shower head, curled into tiny, tangled balls on the floor of the tub, and cry and cry and cry and cry, pretending that the heaving backs and shuddering ribs and fragmented gasps are merely from the acid, that the salty dewdrops you sop up with messy, spit-slicked kisses and trembling tongues is merely shower water, rolling down cheeks and necks, dripping off jaws and pooling in the dips of collarbones.

but it was never a dull moment with him.

and then he leaves, without a trace or a single word of goodbye, and you’re left with nothing but your memories and a few keepsakes—a couple of polaroids, blurred faces and heavy grain; crumpled subway tickets that read 3am; beaded friendship bracelets strung together when you were so high you barely remember making them; and maybe, just maybe, a tiny human growing inside your womb. a small little seed he planted, now rooted within you, that he never knew about, that he’ll never know about.

#oooooh touya #how my heart aches for thee #he's just that type of person you know??? #the type of whirlwind who comes into your life for a few years and absolutely turns it upside down and then leaves as quickly as he appeare #and it hurts; but it's also some of the best times you had #and if nothing else he is always a great lesson #hehehe #hope ur doing well anon!! <33 #pls stay safe and enjoy the upcoming week! #inky.dabi #inky.touya #inky.bb #clari gets mail #tw:pregnancy #tw:underage #tw:drugs #just to be safe

[inkykeiji]

Touya, noooo, don't lead Natsuo down the path of evil D: Isn't it enough you have Tomura and Keigo to be terrible with!!

HEHEHEHEHEHE >:) aw anon you should know by now that touya will never be satisfied!!! he needs everyone to be his <3

if you said this to his face, he’d respond with ‘aw, it’s cute that you care so much for my little brother, but don’t worry. natsuo’s a big boy, he can and does make his own decisions. i didn’t do anything, swear on my heart.’ with one of those infuriatingly condescending smiles twitching on his lips; you know, the one that begs you to push back, the one that questions well? what now? >:)

#isn't he just the worst i'm so in looooove with him <3 #also tho u guys know i always hc natsuo to look up to his big brother #even tho he was being a lil mean to him in the manga >.> #i guess natsuo's all ready to defend touya until he sees what touya has *actually* become >.> #jerk #hehe i hope ur having a good day!! <3 #stay safe n drink water!! #inky.touya #inky.dabi #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[inkykeiji]

i’ve had this odd semi-nonsensical reoccurring thought lately,,, of dabi just fucking u, and yk he’s already always ruthless when he fucks u, but u recently found out abt his birth name (idk he told u or some shit who cares details are not important here) and so u experiment, moaning out touya instead of dabi,,,

and he just fucking loses it, goes absolutely feral, fucking u so hard that the force of his thrusts are shoving ur body up the mattress, sharp hipbones digging into the soft flesh of ur inner thighs, little growls ripping from deep in his chest as he demands that you say it again

#please #i don’t even know #it’s just a thought assaulting my mind #could go completely the other way #BUT tbh personally i think it would awaken a lot of v complex feelings within him #n he’s never heard anyone moan his birth name before #anyway #what a dream eh #does this even make any sense at all #i’m sick and delirious #i’d still let dabi fuck me to death tho 🤪🤪 #also i’m tagging this idc #dabi x reader #dabi hcs #dabi smut #inky.dabi #inky.touya

[inkykeiji]

just thinking about 19 yr old shouto bringing his first university girlfriend home and his scumbag piece of shit burnout drug addict of an older brother + his slightly less scummy older brother leering at her n corrupting her 🥰🥰

n shouto being like ‘stay away from touya and natsuo, okay?? they’re bad news,’ always hesitant to leave her alone in a room with one of them—or worse, both of them—even if it’s just for a second, because he always comes back to the two of them sandwiching her between them, thighs pressed tightly against her, touya with his lips at her ear whispering things he shouldn’t be and natsuo with his fingers tracing the curve of her neck, the sharp line of her jaw, knuckles caressing her cheek </3

#shouto baby i am so sorry #i just love hurting you #the ANGSTTTTTT #poor sho :((( #also poor girlfriend #all flustered and not knowing what to do #not used to having this much attention on her #or these large experienced hands roaming her body #aaaaaaaaah #fuck man the todoroki’s are something else aren’t they #clari thinks thoughts #fire n ice duo #inky.touya #inky.dabi #inky.shouto #inky.natsuo

[inkykeiji]

Mmmm cock warming natsuo

Being sad bc dabi isn’t a big fan of it

BUT WAIT

Touya-nii +boot riding

Clari can u imagine!? Touya-nii being to busy to take care of you so he makes you ride his boot, this turns him on and you suck him off under the desk while he works

Oh the degradation would be immaculate

EMMAAAAAAAA

oh my god like i’m not normally into boot riding but i gotta admit this is super super hot aaaah omg tho what if he makes u cockwarm HIM under the desk too??? fucks ur throat for a lil then stops n just lets you rest ur head against his thigh with his cock in ur mouth <33 he’d end up edging himself a bit tho hehehe

WAAAAH THAT WOULD BE SUPER SCARY EEEEE >.< i don’t write for stain!!! he terrifies me hehehehe

#i just love cockwarming with my mouth #i mean tbh i love cockwarming in general LMAO #but there’s something about boot riding that makes me like ????? 😣😣😣 #but in THIS context i’m like oooooooh yes #waaah lbr i’d do anything for dabi/touya 😩😩😩 #bcoz i’m a hoe for that man #BUT ANYWAYYYYY #sorry i don’t stain :((( #but i hope your tuesday’s been great!!!! #I STILL HAVE UR NATSUO ASK DONT WORRY #SORRY I HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET AAAAH THIS WEEK IS LIKE STUPIDLY BUSY HAHAHA #but i will get to it eventually!!! #please stay safe out there my friend!!!!! <333 #clari gets mail #inky.natsuo #inky.touya #inky.bb

[inkykeiji]

So you have established that Natsuo has a pp the size of an mega monster can but today I am asking of you to share with us the specs of Touya-nii’s pp

OOOOOOH ANON I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS QUESTION

it’s pretty. like, so so so pretty—like, model cock right here. it’s velvety smooth with a pretty pink tip, straight as an arrow (could possibly see it having the slightest slightest curve upwards, but), maybe one or two prominent veins but nothing like natsuo. being realistic and taking his height into account, i think he’s somewhere between 6.5 and 7 inches—just below seven inches, tbh. above average girth but again, nowhere near natsuo in terms of thickness. all in all a very well rounded cock, v nice to look at v nice to ride <33

#i have thought long and hard about this #(lmao) #like uhhhh i think about this a lot more often than i'd care to admit #also no of course he isn't modelled after my boyfriend's cock pffft #lmaooooooooooooooooooooo #no but fr these are my touya cock hcs <333 #i said this in the tags of a recent fic of annie's that i reblogged but #i think all of the todoroki men have gorgeous cocks #like so fucking pretty <33 #i think natsuo would have more of a curve to him too #not crooked tho #just a niiiiice curve upwards #oof #im in LOVE with them both #anon thank u for this #also ur ask made me giggle SO bad hahahahaha #i hope you have a great weekend bb <33 stay as safe as u can out there!! #sweet anon 🥺 #clari gets mail #inky.touya #touya nii universe