#inky.dabi

[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]

please these two are killing me!!!

the way they turn away together!!! it has me thinking about you just begging them to do something with you—something they know you’ll enjoy, something they know they’ll fucking hate, something they know will be worth all of the suffering and embarrassment and annoyance, just to see your sweet smile, to feel your shimmering eyes on their skin and your eager fingers cuffing their wrists, to hear your euphonious giggles as you drag them along, as you get exactly what you want.

fucking brat.

it’s something that they just cannot say a definite no to regardless of how hard they try, something where their rebuffs simply mean try harder, their joint resolves easily, quickly, pathetically chipped away at/eroded by your incessant pleading and pouting—so pretty, so precious, so fucking pernicious, perilous—and something they begrudgingly and ultimately grit their teeth to get through just for you, only for you ♡

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #tomura x reader #tomura x you #tomura x y/n #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #dabi headcanons #dabi drabble #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki drabble #bnha x reader #bnha x you #also is that not tomura in my literal favourite outfit on him #is that not the tomura that directly inspired bmb tomu????? #ugh #my heart hurts ._. #inky.dabi #inky.tomura #very bmb coded tbh #VERY bmb coded

[inkykeiji]

i still cannot believe dabi actually showed up in this lil white number like he is such a theatre kid

like genuinely got himself all dressed up for this fight and kept the belt—because of course he did, because the belt is iconic, the belt has come with him throughout all three of his outfit changes—and showed up looking sexy as hell to what he was essentially intending to be his own funeral.

he definitely has a flare for the dramatic!!!

#also i know people are all up in arms over this one shot and how awful it looks compared to the manga and i’d just like to ask #where the heck u people have been for seasons 3-5 #where dabi was consistently drawn SO funky looking #we are LUCKY they did him so well in the touya reveal #and also;;; i don’t think it’s fair to judge this entire scene based on this single image #but yeah bones drawing dabi to look mediocre at best is not anything new or surprising #i genuinely hope they DONT do it in this fight #but i won’t be surprised if they do #they’ll never compare to how beautifully hori draws *any* of his characters #they also just can’t fit the detail into the anime #but anyway~ yeah #saw this and this was my first thought HAHAHA #clari chatters #inky.dabi #inky.bnha

[inkykeiji]

may I justttt sayyyy that I peaked into the inky. touya hashtag and I saw your post about fucking dabi and moaning out touya and him going feral is absolute GOLDDDD CLARI gold like and youre totally right it could go the other way and be v bad but for some reason I think it might actually be good bc its YOU whose moaning it and not some random girl he doesnt plan on ever seeing again ughhh love that

exactly anon!!! u get it!!! u get it completely and totally!!! it has such a visceral effect on him BECAUSE it’s someone he cares so deeply about—someone who’s his whole universe, someone who transcends and overwhelms and outdoes any and every feeling he’s ever had for anyone else before, in his entire life, and that is what makes it so special and potent <3 and like i said in the tags of that post, he’s never heard anyone moan his birth name before, so when he hears it coming from the mouth of the one and only person he is truly, sincerely in love and entirely obsessed with, it almost triggers this innate, instinctive ferality, this insane and uncontrollable ferocity, where he just needs to hear you say it again, and again, and again—he needs to hear you say that it’s touya fucking you, it’s touya making you feel this fucking good, it’s touya making you cream all over touya’s cock, it’s touya filling you with cum (and he nearly blacks the fuck out when he does cum, so hard his vision whites and then dims at the edges, his heart stutters in his chest, his blood rushes from his head and roars in his ears, gone totally dizzy and breathless as his lungs shrivel and his brain squeezes, and holy fuck, he thinks he might actually pass out).

because, to me, his birth name has this very deep tie to who he truly is at his core. he can change his name and run from his blood all he wants to, but it’ll never change the fact that he is touya todoroki, he has his mother’s hair and his father’s eyes, he has that rotten blood that eats through his veins and that trauma that’s engraved in his fucking bones. so it’s nice to have someone take that name and breathe new life into it, give it new meaning—he’s really only ever heard his family use it, so to hear it falling from the lips of his lover as they push each other into realms of ecstasy is something genuinely special <3

but anyway! u and i must be on the same wavelength anon because i am maybe possibly writing something that kind of centres around this idea for dabi’s birthday piece (ﾉ∀＼*) hehehe

#i love him so much :( #and i miss him so much lately too :( #i think i'm gonna reread all of his manga chapters LMFAO #i hope ur having a good friday! enjoy ur weekend n stay safe! #inky.dabi #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[inkykeiji]

pours a lil mountain of cocaine onto my tongue then uses my tongue to rub it into dabi’s gums slow and hard and thorough <33 grinding the substance into his tissues and teeth until it’s entirely absorbed, consumed, seeping into the tangle of tiny capillaries and shooting through his blood, leaving his face tingling with little pinpricks of sweat and his pupils gaping with rapid exhilaration, veins cracking with white electricity <3

#okai okai okai now do me #i’m kidding literally everyone i know would kill me if i did coke #i am my father’s daughter. i know i am because when something stressful happens or i feel restless i think abt doing drugs #but tbh i would love to throw caution to the wind and get high with dabi JUST ONCE #JUST ONCEEEEEE #LIKE RLY FUCKED UP LMAO #i will never not push the headcanon that he’s a coke head i mean LOOK AT HIM #rae and i could write an encyclopedia on drug addict dabi but anyway #HAVE A GREAT FRIDAY EVERYONE <333 #don’t actuall do drugs!!!!! they’ll ruin ur life!!! #be kind to urself n drink water today! #clari chatters #inky.dabi

[inkykeiji]

Pleaseee Clariiiii Dabi fucking his little pretty princess to sleep bc I have a sleep disorder ahhhh I beg love u 💖 just smth short to feed us

omg anon he wouldn’t fuck to sleep tho he’d fuck you to the point of passing out, losing consciousness, so far past sleep and into total blackout territory and then he’d fuck you some more

he doesn’t fuck you until you’re super sleepy and your eyes are drooping so cutely, so stupidly, lids weighted with heavy fatigue; doesn’t fuck you until you’re suspended in consciousness by a few thin threads, viscous drool oozing from the corners of your mouth and your sluggish tongue to collect on the pillow in sticky little puddles, so much that it isn’t even soaking into the material anymore, pooling in the creases; doesn’t fuck you until your thoughts are soft and mushy and melty, entirely incomprehensible as they slip through your fingers in silky streams the moment you try to grasp them. he doesn’t allow you to slip, sweet and peaceful, into the tender hands of sleep.

no, he fucks you beyond that. he fucks you into complete and utter darkness, so dense it’s almost suffocating, senses dulled to a blunt tip, shaved down so far they barely exist at all. he’s sure you’ll be out for a good fourteen hours after that :)

#tw noncon #for those who may need it! <3 #i dunno anon i kinda already wrote this with touya nii!! #ANYWAYYYY this is all i can offer u anon i hope it’s alright~ #this is all i could think of when you said ‘fucking his lil princess to sleep’ #i was like okay but he doesn’t because he isn’t gentle you know????? #sorry u have a sleep disorder btw that sucks!!!! :( #idk much about sleep disorders so i didn’t want to include that yk #for fear of getting it wrong!!! #i hope ur having a great wednesday bb <3 and i hope u get wonderful sleep tonight!!!! #stay safe n drink lotsa water! <3 #inky.bb #clari gets mail #inky.dabi

[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]

i am gnawing on dabi’s belt until that big heavy buckle chips my teeth and leaves them sharp and jagged, until all thirty-two of my teeth are permanently carved into the leather, until it’s soaked and gleaming with my saliva, until curls of white are sticking to my tongue, scraped off by my incessant biting

#CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP #GRRRRRRRR #NOM NOM NOM #NEED IT IN MY MOUTH UNTIL HE GETS ALL FED UP AND ANNOYED AND TANGLES A FIST IN MY HAIR AND TEARS ME OFF WITH A GROWL #UGH #THE LOML #!!!!!!!!!!!!! #clari chatters #inky.dabi

[inkykeiji]

what are your iterations favorite meals? do any of them like spicy food? and who has the worst sweet tooth?

omg anon such a fun question!!!! i'm gonna answer for the dabi iterations only since there’s so many of them, but if you’re interested in my other iterations as well pls do not hesitate to send in another ask! <3

touya-nii (and, honestly, sd!nat touya, too): wagyu steak, of course, with steamed sweet potato and grilled asparagus. touya-nii is a notorious meat eater, and although he lectures his little sister on eating a balanced, colourful diet stuffed with a variety of fruits n veggies, he could definitely take a page or two out of his own book and eat a few more fruits n veggies, too (more than a spoonful of potatoes and three spears of asparagus, at least!). bmb dabi: ramen! any kind, from the cheap dried packages to the uber expensive artisan bowls tomura favours. tag dabi: karaage don. it’s cheap, it’s tasty, and it’s easy for him to make on his own. twin dabi: beef udon! hold the fishcakes, please. twin touya: penne bolognese! DA touya: savoury crepes! dumb expensive for a very small portion of food, but that doesn’t matter when you cry tears of pure platinum, now does it? 1950s dabi: a really, really good burger from his favourite hole-in-the-wall diner and fresh thick cut fries (with extra ketchup!). who likes spicy food? touya-nii loves spice like he’s got something to fucking prove. but he genuinely does enjoy it, and he enjoys it the most out of all of my dabis. twin touya, sd!nat touya, + dark academia touya can also handle spice fairly well and like a bit of kick with their meals. bmb dabi likes spice if it comes paired with copious amounts of sugar. who has the worst sweet tooth? bmb dabi BY FAR. he lives on a diet of sugar; he thrives on a diet of sugar. tomura has definitely had to drag him by the hair to the dentist for cavity fillings more than once. twin dabi also likes sugar, but not nearly to the extent and frequency bmb dabi does. bmb dabi’s sugar consumption is almost on the same level as flawless tomura’s—almost.

#i love love love spicy food so like #yes #absolutely LMAO #you'll notice that their tastes differ based on their backgrounds #twin touya and da touya like expensive european food because they were raised by money #twi dabi feels inferior to his brother and prefers a humbler homier dish #bmb dabi was homeless for a while so ramen is now a comfort food #50s dabi lives in america so;;;;; #tag dabi is tight on cash #etc etc etc #thank u for ur question anon!! #have a wonderful day n stay safe pls <3 #inky.dabi #inky.dabis #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[inkykeiji]

touya def has a thing for hand jobs because he gets off seeing you cry and struggle in desperation to please him

omg anon 100%!!!! and he insults you throughout the entire thing, too; teasing, patronizing little remarks glazed with sugar—aw, poor baby, doesn’t even know how to give a proper handjob; and my pathetic, silly, stupid little thing, can’t even get me off properly—but it’s alright, i’ll let it slide, since you’re so fucking cute when you cry; and it’s laughable, how fucking awful you are at this—are you sure you know what you’re doing, sweetheart? does he need to help you? are you too dumb to figure out such a simple thing for yourself? how precious!

his remarks are so mean, so sharp, so sickly sweet they rot your teeth and churn your tummy, cheeks sticky with salt and tears, garbled words heavy on your tongue and tangled in threads of spit as you babble on about how sorry you are and how badly you just want to be good for him. and it’s those sentiments, those gleaming trails of water on your face, those hitched little breaths and broken, half-suppressed sobs that keep fragmenting your sentences, that you stubbornly try to shove down for him, that have him cumming hot and thick all over your fist, so much so that it dribbles down your knuckles in thick dollops of cream and settles between the lines of your fingers, webby and tacky as you spread them apart, connected by viscous cords of white <3

#LOVED THIS SO MUCH ANON I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTJ I LOVE HIMMM #AAAAAAAAAAH #oh my god please #you don’t understand how heavily i’d let this man degrade me #like #until i’m literally a sobbing and snivelling mess at his feet #i love it sm #i hope ur having a wonderful night bb!!! #and stay safe and healthy pls!! <33 #inky.bb #clari gets mail #inky.dabi

[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]

is touya-nii an introvert or extrovert? what about dabi in general

oooh anon!!!!! great question!!

touya-nii is an extrovert—he’s incredibly charming and he enjoys being around a big group of people and loves being the center of attention; he makes friends easily and quickly and he’s expertly able to use his wit/cleverness, slyness, and charm to disarm pretty much anyone. however, he deeply values his privacy; he’s a very private person and he won’t allow anyone to get too close to him or his personal life. essentially, he’s the guy everyone is friends with; unless, of course, you piss him off or do wrong by him (then he’s a fucking nightmare).

canon dabi is hard to pinpoint! most of me wants to say he’s an extrovert as well, purely due to his whole touya reveal which was extremely dramatic, very clearly extensively planned (guy was READY for anything at any time, carrying around his lil dye remover on his belt) and the whole thing just screamed theatre kid. he’s also extremely arrogant and he isn’t afraid to uhhh for lack of a better term stand up to others in the sense that he does what he wants, when he wants to, no matter who you are (very rarely does dabi actually listen to the orders his leader gives him. it happens, but it’s seldom), nor is he afraid to speak his mind with blunt and brutal honesty.

the bit that gets me, though, that makes me think he has some introvert in him, is that it’s hard to tell whether or not he recharges when he’s near people or gets drained when he’s near people. but he obviously likes being the center of attention (and we could get into a whole psychological discussion on why he likes this so much lmao) and he isn’t scared of people, and i personally believe his unwillingness to participate in league activities and fun times doesn’t stem from being drained by people but instead stems from not wanting to form any attachments (a defence mechanism, perhaps) as well as wanting to keep distance and remain an enigma so he doesn’t blow his cover n all that. SO in conclusion~ i’d say he’s also an extrovert, but once again this is just my interpretation of him!! <3

#i feel like we all knew someone like touya nii in high school #the guy that was everyone’s best friend #who knew everyone and everyone knew him like i mean EVERYONE from every clique #he was just able to effortlessly make friends and almost blend into any group #but anyway!!! fun question anon hehe thank u!! #these are my thoughts!! #i hope ur saturday is going wellll hehe drink water and stay safe! #touya nii universe #inky.dabi #inky.bb #clari gets mail

[inkykeiji]

can’t tell if i’m actually getting sick or if i’m just feeling under the weather because our furnace is broken ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

formally requesting cuddles from,, hmm,,, who would be the ideal cuddle buddy??? dabi is an obvious choice because he can get physically hot but i also think dabi would purposely get ever-so-slightly too hot just so he could hear you spit a hiss through your teeth + feel you flinch and jerk and gasp as he tightens his grasp or presses scalding fingertips to your thighs or whatever <3

#because he’s a jackass like that <333 #either way cuddles are in order!!!!!!! #but my nose is all stuffy n my ears are all clogged and my chest HURTS like it’s sore which is v concerning #one of the brothers has strep throat so #i hope i don’t have that >.< #inky.dabi #clari chatters

[inkykeiji]

thinking abt vampire!dabi slurping the blood out of my neck until i look like a deflated capri sun packet

-🌿

HEHEHE herb this made me giggle out loud!!! i'm sure he'd think you look like the cutest lil thing, your face now all crinkled skin and shrivelled muscle glued to sharp bone <3 eyes sunken in and lips puckered, thick carotid arteries in your neck completely collapsed, each one sporting two tiny, almost delicate puncture wounds <3 his lips are stained a gleaming ruby, teeth tainted a faded crimson and gums lined grotesquely with your essence, tongue darting out to lick at the clot of blood collecting in the corner of his lips as he laughs, drags a jagged nail across your withered flesh, and calls you gorgeous <3

he's probably left just enough blood in you to keep you alive but not to keep you lucid, brain gone dead from lack of sustenance, rendering you nothing more than his new favourite lil toy to play with <3

#vampires are very sexy and i think outta all the mythical creatures theyre the ones i wanna fuck the most #but they also aren't like;;;; really for me LMAO????? #tw:blood #he's so gross i love him so much #what a way to go!!!! #hope ur doing well sweet herb <3 #enjoy ur weekend!!! #inky.dabi #vampire!dabi #🌿.anon #clari gets mail

[inkykeiji]

what scents do your interactions love on their reader? and what scents does reader love on them? I just bought my fav vanilla scented perfume so im in a mood

oooh fun question!!!! well obv they love whatever makes their baby feel the happiest and most confident, because there’s nothing better than the cute triumphant smile that spreads brightly across her face after she spritzes herself with her favourite perfume, or the way her face scrunches up in adorable delight as she sniffs herself, shoulders and chest rising with the inhale, a soft hum of satisfaction vibrating in her throat.

in addition to that, though, gun to their heads and they have to choose a favourite scent, it is:

bmb tomura + flawless tomura: anything sugary or sweet!

bmb dabi: a light, soft, sweet floral scent!

touya-nii + tag dabi: something fresh and clean (like cedarwood!)

hmm, i’d say that my readers enjoy the scents that are intrinsic and inherent to each of my iterations!! all of my iterations of dabi more or less smell the same: some combination of sweet/burnt hickory, smoky/sweet campfire, cinnamon, marlboros/spicy nicotine + expensive cologne. bmb tomura smells like gentle fabric softener, summer breezes, and expensive cologne. flawless tomura smells like cheap cigarettes and watermelon gum. most of my keigo iterations smell like spicy cinnamon & sweet toffee, or freshly cut grass & vanilla ice cream. these scents are so uniquely, distinctly them that it’s hard to want them smelling like anything else! these scents are comforting

#fun question anon!!!!! #tomura would love ur vanilla perfume #bmb dabi too!!! #i hope u had a fabulous sunday bb <3 #pls stay safe n stay hydrated!!! #inky.bb #clari gets mail #inky.tomura #inky.dabi #i only did my most popular iterations but if ur interested in others just let me know!!! <3 they’d just be lumped into one of these three #categories tho!!