#this was uhhhh inspired solely by you so um

[inkykeiji]

write it!!!! imagine dabi being a bratty dom bc hes jealous of natsuo aaaaaa

i can see him pout and he like "not i wont kiss you, go ask natsuo"

aaaaah it’s not exactly bratty dom dabi but,,,, it is dabi touya getting v jealous n possessive over u getting along w natsuo 🥰

❅ cw: toxic relationship (possessiveness, jealousy), face fucking, mild degradation

❅ words: 1.3k

Usually, he loves your laugh. Usually, your giggles evoke a warmth unlike any other that seeps deep into his chest, to the very core of his body, and then spreads to his fingers and toes, engulfing him. Usually, your laugh makes him laugh, no matter how bad a mood he’s in.

But not today.

You’ve been huddled up with Natsuo on that fucking couch for over an hour now, asking him question after question about med school, entirely captivated by his answers, shy giggles slipping through your lips as you admit that you didn’t know that or that you had no idea that’s how it worked, Natsuo absolutely preening under your praise.

It’s disgusting.

He’s gonna grind his molars into complete dust at this rate, jaw sore from being perpetually clenched, eyes dry and burning from unblinkingly glaring at the pair of you, all while you stayed blissfully oblivious. No, you were too wrapped up in Natsuo to notice—to even care at all—that your boyfriend’s about two seconds from driving himself completely insane, blunt nails sinking into the fleshy heel of his palms hard enough to leave deep, dark purple indents in their wake.

It’s disrespectful. As far as Touya’s concerned, your attention should be on him at all times. Never on another man, especially not his fucking brother.

But it’s when you ask to see Natsuo’s tools that finally has Touya shooting up, crossing the living room in a few long strides and wrapping a large hand around your bicep. A gasp escapes your lips as your eyes widen in shock, the hand squeezing once, forcing a soft whimper from the back of your throat.  

“Tou—” your voice cuts off as you look up at him, blue fire blazing in his eyes as he gazes down at you, nostrils flared and sharp jaw set as he exhales, the breath slow and controlled. A hard lump forms in your throat as you hold his eyes, heart pounding against your ribcage.

He’s fuming.

He says nothing as he gives one harsh yank on your arm, hauling you to your feet with enough force that it has you stumbling into him. Another rough jerk on your arm has you following behind him, Natsuo beginning to say something but cutting himself off immediately at the snarl that rattles in Touya’s chest.

“Wh-What’s—” you’re asking as he all but shoves you into his old bedroom—into the bedroom he and Natsuo used to share—tripping over your own feet a little.

“Don’t,” he spits, voice dark and low, the word coated in venom. The door slams shut behind him, a booming sound that echoes all throughout the Todoroki house. “You know what’s fucking wrong,”

“Touya, I…” you blink a few times, shaking your head slowly in confusion. “I don’t understand—I was just talking to Natsuo—”

“I was just talking to Natsuo,” he mocks with a roll of his eyes, voice pitched higher to mimic yours. “Yeah? Were you? Were you just talking? Was that hand on his knee—does that count as just talking, too?”

Eyebrows knitting together, you steel yourself, straightening up a little. “You were right there; you know we were only talking—”

“It wasn’t only talking to him,”

“Please, he’s your brother—”

Moving in a flash, he crowds you up against his childhood bed, the back of your knees pressing against the edge of the mattress, legs finally giving in as he continues to push forward.

“It doesn’t matter!” he’s roaring as he moves, towering over you, hot breath fanning over your face as trembling hands fist in the comforter, placed on either side of your hips, arms caging you in. Wild eyes search your face in a frenzy as he glowers down at you, breath leaving his nose in sharp, uneven huffs, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Sapphire eyes hold yours for another moment, your ears beginning to ring from the tense, heavy silence, before he tangles a fist in your hair, yanking hard.

A loud cry falls from your lips, but he ignores you, straightening up to his full height again as he keeps the fist rooted firmly in your locks. The swift action forces your body to be jerked forward, face bumping against his lower stomach.

“Get on your knees,”

“What?” the word slips from your lips subconsciously, partially muffled by the material of his black t-shirt, mind hazy from the pain, and you whine again as he tugs.

“You heard me,” he growls. “Get on your fucking knees,”

Your body slides down his, slipping into the small space he’s provided for you between the bed and his legs, your knees on his toes.

“Make it up to me,” he orders, the hand knotted in your hair pulling your head to force your face up. “Show me that I mean more to you than he does. Prove it.”

It’s absolutely ridiculous—of course he means more to you, you only just met Natsuo a few hours ago—but the words get caught in your throat as your fingers move on their own, hastily undoing his belt, powerless to disobey a direct demand.

The large buckle jingles delicately with your movements—unzipping his black jeans and tugging them down just enough to free his cock—and the sound makes your stomach swoop.

You know the routine by now, not daring to touch him, traitorous mouth beginning to salivate at the sight of his thick cock, flushed and leaking. Little hands find their usual place on his thighs, bracing yourself as he takes his cock in his free hand, smearing precum across the seam of your lips before tapping the head against them once, and they part immediately.

A dark chuckle rumbles deep in his chest at your obedience, your heart deflating a little when his usual praise doesn’t follow.

There’s no warning—there never is—only his other hand threading through your hair and stilling your head as he stuffs his cock down your throat in one swift thrust, groaning loudly as you choke around him.

The pace is brutal—like it always is—Touya’s hips snapping hard and fast as he rams his cock into your warm, wet little mouth. You’re whining around him, the sound muffled and interspersed with the sickening slick sounds as he fucks your throat.

Drool oozes from the corners of your mouth, sticky and dripping off your chin, and you force your jaw open wider, blinking hard to clear your bleary eyes. Glistening tears stream down your cheeks, and Touya practically whimpers at the sight, the speed of his thrusts increasing.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he breathes out, voice fading into a whine. “There’s my good little whore—” a choked moan cuts him off. “Can’t talk to Natsuo now, can you? Bet you—fuck—Bet your little brain can’t even think about him, not when my cock’s shoved down your throat,”

You’re gagging around him now, tears steadily flowing from your eyes as you desperately try to inhale enough air, whimpering around him in response—yes, yes, yes, you, you, you.

And it’s the whimpering that does it, paired with the way that you’re looking up at him with those gleaming eyes like he’s a fucking god, taking everything he’s giving you so well like the good little girl you are, that has him filling your throat with hot, thick cum, nose pressed against his pubic bone as rough hands hold your head steady, cock throbbing on your tongue.

Pathetic little gasps hitch in your chest the moment his grip loosens, slender fingers flexing in your hair, and your head falls forward, body slumping against his legs and forehead resting against his lower abdomen as you try to catch your breath. The mingled sounds of your combined panting echoes out among the room, small hands fisting in the material of his jeans, weakly pulling him closer, practically hugging yourself to his legs.

“Oh no, baby,” Large hands yank you up by your hair, pulling you to your feet, an ear-piercing yelp leaving your lips. “We’re just getting started,”

Glassy sapphire eyes dart towards the neatly made bed across the room, a devious smirk forming on his lips.

[cescalr]

Ooh, 32 and 46 for the ask game!

Yo!

32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

Oh, nice one! Alas, no. I'm one of those people, the ones who have to sit in total silence when they're writing, I put my headphones on just to cancel out noise, it's what it is. However! Music does often inspire me. As for band or genre... hey, um, all of them? Except classical. I'm not a classical gal. But what I mean is, I'm more of an individual song type person. If I've got more than one song from an artist, I really like their music lol. But, uh, yeah. I have playlists based on characters and ships and the like, and it helps me out to listen to them on occasion. :)

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

Oh boy! Hmm. Well, I've got over 90 to chose from, so,,,,,, uhhhhhh-

I'm very partial to For What It's Worth. I'm also very partial to the Dark Saviour Ginny 'verse, the unfinished Time After series, and When The Sunset Turns To Gold, all for vastly different reasons aldjapxjof. Um, out of all of them I think The Want of Gold To Stay + The Riddle Problem addendum piece from the Dark!Ginny AU are some of my best work, and I think something similar of Sunset and FWIW. Time After Everything is my second oldest series and boy howdy does it show, but I think it has some good ideas. Finally, I think I'd go for recommending The College Years, because I really need more incentive to work on that one alfjalxhpajx I joke I kid I jape but uhhhh yeah its decidedly WIP, however I think the Vibe it's got going is cool plus theres some fun things going on in how angsty it it is lol. And, actuaally finally, Somebody to Someone I'll reccomend mostly because I just want more people to watch Slaughterhouse Rulez, but, heh, aside from that, it was my first solely fluffy long-established relationship piece of work, and while I think that's kind of obvious, I also think I did a pretty good job at developing the whole thing. But uh, it's a christmas based fic, so ymmv.

Thanks for these, mate! Very interesting ones :D

[dragonbornette]

Tagged by @missanthropicprinciple , yay!!

what’s your favorite song(s) to sing/hum? uhhhh, what do I NOT hum. it varies day to day depending on what i’m listening to. right now it’s the Little Busters theme.

what’s your favorite flower/tree/plant? I really love gardenias and lilies. :)

favorite colors? all dark reds except the ones that venture into the orange hues (like rust). i also love metallic blues and greens :)

what do you always doodle? a flower. and that one sole anime eye i learned how to draw when i was 14 lolololo

how do you take your coffee/tea? i’m not a big fan of either. i’ll drink a starbucks white chocolate mocha, and on occasion sweet tea, but coffee is usually too strong for my sensitive stomach, and tea always leaves a gross aftertaste in my mouth :/

favorite candle scent? LOVEEEE me some sandalwood, or mahogany teakwood, spa-inspired scents, and most florals :)

what perfume do you wear? uhhh, i have way too many to name but my favorites include Juicy Couture, YSL something, and a really yummy Blue Sapphire perfume from Charming Charlies :)

what’s your go-to dance move when you’re alone? pointing my fingers in the air to the beat of the song (you kind of have to see it to understand, unless you’re a Tokio Hotel fan and remember Bill’s dance party from TH TV back in the day lol.. it’s his fault i do that to this day)

favorite quote? i don’t really have one per se, but I love “those who deny freedom to others, deserve it not for themselves”.

favorite self care routine(s)? uhhhh, stuffing my face but i’m not sure that counts? i’m not good about self-care.

fuzzy socks or house slippers? hmmm. i’m not a fan of socks and i only wear slippers in the winter when my feet are extra cold.

what color are your eyes? Brown. Full of shit.

what’s your favorite eye color of others? icyyyyyy blue. give me daniel craig eyes any day.

favorite season? Fall, then winter, then spring. fucking hate summer.

cheek, neck, or nose kisses? um. any? i’m so touch-deprived, i’d take any. i guess neck kisses are kind of a turn on.

what does your happy place look like? i do not have one.

favourite breed of dog? love me some fluffy big dogs. i really want a samoyed.

do you ever want to be married? yes, no kids, but i would love to be married. just to imagine someone loving me that much to ask me (or me them) is just...not really something i see as happening.

cursive or print? i actually hate my handwriting lol. i wish my cursive were prettier and my print is...gross when i’m rushed.

favourite weather? rain rain rain rain rain rain. STORRRMSSSS.

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