#so thank u for inspiring this lil piece sir

[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

[jokkaber]

The tale of flass: this is a story I improvised on the spot when my friend asked me to tell her a story to cheer her up. I'm quite proud of it.

OK, so there's a frog.

And it's just hangin out, doing its thing, as frogs do.

And he decides "yo"

"yo i want to be higher up than I am currently able to access with my mainly aquatic body."

So what he does is he goes and talks to a duck, because he knows that ducks can fly.

And he goes up to a particularly glossy mallard and he's like

"ay bro, can you carry me up to the treetops?"

And the mallard(by the name of craigory) be like

"bruh sorry but idk if I can like carry you that high up I ain't no BOFP, man"

And our boi the frog (by the name of flass)

Be like

"ay bruh what's a BOFP"

And craigory, the sassy cunt that he is, looks him in the eye and says, I shit you not here, he straight up looks our boi flass right in the eye and he says

(Are you ready to hear what this sassy dick waffle says to our boi flass?)

This bitch no cap be like straight up

"bird of fuckin prey"

And see now flass, the tru gangsta that he is takes it on the head cus he ain't finna let this bitch be openly disrespectin him.

So flass says to craigory

"can you tell me where I can find a bird of fuckin prey then so that I can ask them to take me up to the treetops?"

Now craigory (WHAT a cunt this man is) looks at flass, this little frog in front of him and has the unmitigated fucking audacity to say to our boi flass

If a bird of fuckin prey sees you then it will surely eat you instantly. I caution you, sir, do not throw away your life"

And flass, the Absolute Don that he is, turns away from this lil bitch craigory and says "then I will die in the pursuit of fulfillment." and if that ain't the heaviest shit you've ever heard then bruh idek what to say to u, the dudes soul is dressed like an 80s action hero.

So flass hops away in slowmo and eats a fly midair just to flex.

And he hops away to find a lil sparrow. And the sparrow is just vibin and gettin straight blazed and flass hops up, takes a deep sniff and nods in approval for the kush was good and therefore the sparrow was surely a woman of taste and culture. And a sparrow of such taste and culture must surely be a sparrow of some great education.

Now our man Flass hops up to this sparrow and he says

"ay bruh, how's it hangin"

And the sparrow looks at her bead curtain and says "yeah bruh it's hangin good. I only put it up last week and it's already weathering rly nicely" and flass saw that it was so and he nodded in agreement.

Now flass sits his fine froggy ass down in front of this sparrow and he says

"bruh I wanna get up to the treetops bc I feel unfulfilled being confined to ground level. I asked that cunty dick weed craigory to take me up there but the pussy said he couldn't carry me and I'd need like a bird of fuckin prey so I thought of you. Your a bird of fuckin prey right? We eat the same things too so I thought you might be an absolute bro and carry me up to the treetop sometime"

Now this sparrow looks at flass and she sees that he rly means all he's saying and then she looks at herself, about the same size as him and she says to him "bruh sorry but im literally too small to carry your fine ass anywhere. You'd need something bigger than me like a crow"

Yh nah she ain't gonna be able to carry him up there. But what she does is she looks him in the eye and she says

"OK so like I know where you can find a crow who could take you up there but I'm pretty sure he's not gonna do it for free"

And Flass says to this sparrow (by the name of velvet)

"bro if I can pay I will. This is all I need to die happy"

So velvet looks at flass and she sees how his soul is dressed with the leather jacket and the stubble and guns and big sunglasses and she thinks woah this dude is a straight up 80s movie badass ain't nothing gonna change his mind so she says "bro just hang out with me till I'm sober then ill take you to the crow."

And flass says

"nah bruh I gotta get going. Gotta see them treetops"

And velvet says

"bro I have Mario kart"

And flass says

"bro I'm in"

So flass hangs out and chills with velvet and they smoke and play Mariokart and then he sleeps over. Then in the morning when they're both sober again velvets like

"OK bruh lets get you to that crow so we can talk to him"

So velvet takes flass to the recent corpse of a dead buffalo, where there's a crow scoffing down some meat and the crow looks around and sees them and clacks its beak menacingly.

Now both flass and velvet know that this crow with this clackety beak of his could easily kill both of them.

It is a truth of which they are both acutely aware.

So now this crow(by the name of glowstick) looks at these two lil Bois and thinks yo these 2 got something to say. So he says

"yo you 2 got something to say?"

So velvet gives flass a nudge to go talk to this dude so flass hops real cool up to velvet and he says

"OK bro so here's the deaio. Here's the sich. Here's the case file. The writing on the wall. The drink in the cup. The tea. I feel rly unfulfilled at fuckin ground lvl bc I can't get up these fuckin trees. So I went to that cunt graigory who sent me to this glorious bitch velvet who got me high then hung out with me till we were sober and then brought me here so I could talk to you so like could you just fly me up above them there treetops real quick? If I do then Im pretty sure i can die happy"

Right so glowstick looks this absolute Chad up and down and thinks for a moment and says

"OK so ill be willing to fly you up there and carry you around for a bit but it'll cost ya"

And flass takes a step forward, looks glowstick in the eye and says "whatever your price is bro I'll pay it"

Now seeing that flass isn't gonna be shaken easily he sits down on the carcass, fixes this fine-ass froggy fella with one eye, clacks his beak a couple more times and leans forward:

"I'll take you up there and I'll fly you around for a while until sundown. But once night falls I get to eat you"

Now flass obviously isn't too keen on this deal but the way he sees it it's the best deal he's gonna get cus he really needs to get up there into the sky. So he hops back over to velvet and hugs her.

"bro you've been a good friend so far. You wanna come hang out until sunset?"

So velvet hugs him back bc this is her bro and he's gonna go live his dream until he dies so she's like

"yeah bro ill come hang out till sunset but I'm not gonna stick around to watch you get eaten ok?"

And flass is like

"cool, I'm good with that"

So now he hops back over to glowstick who's taking this completely serious. He's gonna hold up his end of the bargain and he's gonna earn that muthafuckin meal. So he holds oup his claws and grabs flass and spreads his wings

And takes flight.

Now remember, flass is fully used to jumping high and far but the experience of going up and staying up is completely new to him. Glowstick claws are carefully but firmly holding him so that he doesn't slip or fall and get hurt. He sees the tops of the trees and the blue sky with the sun overhead and he spreads his arms like wings and laughs, pretending he himself is flying.

As the day wears on the joy doesn't lessen until the sun dips to the horizon. Glowstick takes flass to the top of a tree to watch the sunset and velvet lands next to them and they all huddle together in the final moments of daylight.

When the sun is gone velvet turns to flass and bumps his head, tenderly, with hers. He, of course returns the gesture to the truest friend he's known in his short life before she turns and flits away.

Now flass turns to glowstick and says

"bro. Thank you for bringing me up here. I was right, having experienced the freedom and joy of living my dream and flying I can say truthfully that dying now wont be so bad. I've just got one last request bro. Make it quick. I wanna go out on a high note."

Glowstick nods his head at this brave lil frog and says

"lil bruh you've earned my respect with your courage. I'm still gonna eat you because that's nature and also the terms of our deal but I will give you the death you want.

And I will tell your story to everyone I meet who needs to hear it,and I will tell them to pass it on so that, even after you die here, your legacy and your 80s action hero soul will live on forever."

So flass stands proud and strong and closes his eyes and remembers how it felt to fly, to rush through the air and to go up and stay up. He remembers the feeling of watching a sunset with his best friend. He remembers all this and more and he finds that he is smiling. He settles into this warm bliss and breathes in.

In the days, months, weeks and years that follow this day the tale of flass and his courage and dedication to fulfillment even in the face of his death spread through the forest to the rivers, the plains, the seas and all the way to other, much different forests across those seas. Faithfully told by velvet and glowstick and embellished from there with each telling until those who told it and heard it almost felt that warm bliss, that feeling of unbridled joy at finding your dream has become reality. They could swear they see, in the corner of their eye if they have one, a faint smile. Like one you might find on the face of a particularly happy frog who had just watched his first and last sunset with his best friend and the crow who had made this possible. And his legacy inspires hundreds of thousands of creatures to follow their dreams however small.

Somewhere, thanks to the story of flass, a primate is tending to a small piece of burning wood, Feeding it dry leaves and twigs to keep it alight, in hopes of warming a cave so that it and its family may not just survive, but be comfortable through the next winter and many after.

the little dude brought a wave of joy across the world. He triggered the discovery of fire. He taught glowstick about nobility in the face of death. He lives on in the stories told of him and the dreams realised in his memory.

As long as there is someone or something pursuing a dream then flass will never be dead.

[sweetpeachjones]

I’ll take An Uber

Inspired by this video

Just a one-shot

Erik is bold 

You in italicized 

Tchalla regular font

Bae hurry up T's flight is going to be and we still got a 30-minute drive. I'm coming! You yelled as finished contouring and dabbing your face. Erik ever so impatient walks towards the bathroom and see your face beat but your hair was undone. "OMG you still have to do your hair, that's gonna take forever!" "No, it is not" you bend down and came back up with a full head of hair. You styled your baby hairs and was satisfied with your look. As you walk out the bathroom you purposely slapped Erik with the ends of your hair. "Let's go honey" you yelled annoyingly. "I hate that damn wig" he mumbled. Thank you, Erik, for the ride. No problem cuz would have been here sooner but beauty queen over here (pointing at you) taking all damn day. Oh its quite alright, T challa said smoothly. Who is you talking to. I wasn't talking to u so sit there and hush. Yo, u ain't my daddy so don't tell me what to do. Wasn't saying that last nite. Yo, fuck you. You love showing out in front of folks watch you get yo ass beat. Oh you ain't gon do shit so I ain't worried Bet I will Bet U guys calm down Yo shut the fuck up

Tchalla quickly lean back in his seat

Yo don't tell my cousin to shut up

Nigga fuck you annnnd him Yooo who the fuck you talking to You! You pitbull looking muthafucka PITBULL! BIH I OUTTA CHOKE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU Now calm down Erik let be rationale., Tchalla interjected Yo baby hand sausage fingers ain't gon choke shit. OMG SAY SOMETHING ELSE AND IM GONNA FUCK YOU UP Something else... oooooooo Yo you really testing me Erik if we can be on our way, please. Yeah drive stupid Erik drove pissed, Tchalla looked afraid and you looked out the window. Erik's phone ranged. HELLO...hey...nah I'm driving right now....what....really....I'll be over later....ok...bye. (hung up the phone) You just stared at him. So where we going later None of your damn business Oh, you are my business so who was THAT ON THE PHONE. your voice crescendoing with each word. It was my coworker, Oh Ava ur lil girlfriend, lil miss too tight clothing, all up in yo fucking face, Ava That bitch Yo shut the fuck up I don't be saying shit when yo lil gay ass work husband Darryl all in you face He is not gay The fuck he is. I don't know any straight nigga wearing a scarf to work. Oh an ascot there are quite fashionable. Erik just turned and glared at his cousin. Anyway, bet money you ain't going alone Erik phone ranged again Don't you answer it Erik answers the phone but got out hello as you snatched the phone and threw it out the window. Tchalla watch as the phone chipped into tiny pieces in the road. No the fuck you didn't just throw my phone I told you not to answer Yo. No. You. Did. Not. Throw. My PHONE OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW YOU DAMN RIGHT Erik tried to choke but you were blocking his hand the car started to swerve, luckily there was no traffic. We are going to die for Bast sakes. Erik took control and you stuck his tongue out at him. You turned your head toward the window when your head felt light and a sudden breeze. Oh you done fuck up now. Tchalla said as your wig went out the window and floated in the wind. You muthafucka Ha that's what get no phone no wig bih ha A KE KE That's where you're wrong You reached in the glove compartment and pulled out a short 27 PC's wig with highlights. You opened the visor fix your hair and looked gorgeous. Erik and Tchalla starred in awe. You turned and smirked. Erik was outdone. Erik just pouted the entire time taking Tchalla to his hotel. Just call me if you need a ride Are you mad I almost died, next time I'm calling a damn Uber, Good Day sir. I told you-you drive crazy Bruh shut up!

@ bartierbakarimobisson @kreolemami @destinio1

#Erik Killmonger #tchalla #erik x reader #funny black panther #black panther fanfiction

[seksipomminpurkaja]

pietro/frans & jack/mirad if u can?

This took a whkle again my stepdad jept distracting me ;;

Sniper ho and mute cute

At an aquarium? Pietro getting so excited seeing all the colours and excitedly signing to Frans he can’t quite keep up, but smiles with him anyway. Sometimes Pietro would just plop down to sit and just watch all the reys and sharks swimming calmly

At an art museum? Both silently admiring all the paintings, Pietro taking a ton of pictures for reference and inspiration for his own work

At a coffee shop? Frans making Pietro try his coffee, and belgian waffles, he detestes both but Frans doesn’t mind give him a sip of his tea

At a book shop? Frans going through all the ridicilous YA novels and snickering, Pietro goes through some of the non-fiction and points out the mistakes in the engineering manuals

In a hat shop? Frans trying on every single hat on Pietro, ends up getting him a fedora

At the movies during a good movie? They can’t really communicate due to darkness but they’ll hold hands and share whatever food they have

At the movies during a bad movie? Frans won’t hear it but Pietro is wheezing at how bad it is

At a drive-thru movie? Frans will pull Pietro on his lap and just snuggle there, Frans will forget about the movie and just nuzzle Pietro’s neck since they have a bit of privacy

At a local park? They’d get food and blankets and have a lil picnic, throw some bread at the ducks and pet dogs that are passing by

At a zoo? Frans would try to pet everything and he’d have some park staff going ‘sir you need to stop or we hace to kick you out’

At home with parents? Pietro doesn’t have parents anymore, Frans’ mom would try to make Pietro eat all the time to the point he’s absolutely stuffed

At home alone? Cuddle and have sex, eat, Frans would help Pietro clean his shag and go get some food for him, less of a date and more like helping him get back on tracks

At a school dance? Sit near the walls, Pietro’s very uncomfortable about the whole situation, Frans would keep getting more food for them and just talk to him about his day

In a forest? Forest picnic

In a cave full of crystals? Lay on the floor and just admire the crystals, talk about deep stuff or something

At the beach at night? Only after most people have left is Pietro comfortable enough to go for a swim, or make Frans swim and just dangle on his back

At the beach during the day? Sit under a parasol and olay tick tack toe with black and white rocks they’ve found

At the boardwalk? Both trying not to het splinters in their feet, occasionally stepping on the sand

During an after-school club? Sit in the corner again, just doing their own stuff

At an amusement park? Frans trying to get Pietro to get on a huge rollercoaster with him but they both get turned away because of Frans’ metal hand

At an orchestra concert? Frans actung out the music dramatically and Peitto admiring his bf in a suit

At a popular band concert? Frans pickibg Pietro on his shoulder and Pietro incoherently yelling for him to put him down

At a pizza parlor? Both filling their bags with pizza

At a soda fountain? Frans almost drowns, enough said

At a magic show? Pietro begginf Frans not to volunteer and then witnessing Frans along with few others almost stabbing themselves

At an aquarium? “Mirad that’s you!!!”

At an art museum? So many boob, why are there so many boobs, although i can see them both appreciating each other’s culture’s art

At a coffee shop? Where’s the irish coffee they have whiskey in it don’t they? 'Edwards no’

At a book shop? Both going throught the ’_____ for dummies’ books and just suggest particular ones to each other

In a hat shop? Havks wants to see Mirad in a cowboy hat, Mirad will see Jack in a straw hat

At the movies during a good movie? Jack won’t keep quiet, Mirad would pay more attention, especially to the fight scenes i’d believe

At the movies during a bad movie? Jack’s still not quiet, Mirad snickers and the terribleness of tve movie

At a drive-thru movie? Jack would fall asleept, after smoochibg for a while, still not quiet, he can’t quite focus

At a local park? Feed stray animals, go for a jog, Mirad would entertain Jack with high kicks

At a zoo? “MIRAD IT’S YOU” followed by jack trying to pet an alligator (he means it well and full of love of course)

At home with parents? Jack doesn’t kbow where his parents are and i don’t know about Mirad’s so i’d think they would hang out with their nieces abd try to embarrass them

At home alone? Work out, have a beer, mess around and then cuddle

At a school dance? Jack going all out in the dancefloor thanks to few shots of vodka

In a forest?

In a cave full of crystals? MUST. TOUCH. CRYSTALS for Jack

At the beach at night? Skinny dipping for Jack at least and him pulling Mirad with him, panicking when Mirad spends more than 15 minutes underwarer

At the beach during the day? Admiring Mirad’s muscles when he takes his shirt off, tripping on few rocks and making a fool of himself again. Looking for pretty sea shells while it’s bright

At the boardwalk? If they’d be younger maybe try skateboarding, 40 somethings skateboarding would be interesting

During an after-school club?

At an amusement park? Fucking waterpark would be awesome

At an orchestra concert? Mildly terrified of the dramatic pieces

At a popular band concert? Both yelling and fisbumping the air and just having grand time

At a pizza parlor? Stuff all the pizza he can in his mouth jack will, it’s his new crack, he haven’t had pizza in a decade

At a soda fountain? Both collecting the soda in their bottles bc fuck yeah soda mountain Mirad get one of those for you bar too kids will love it

At a magic show? Both taken few hits, absolutely amazed by everything and giggling at the magicians dry humour

#holy hell this is a long one #and i can't put it under a read more #ocs #ask