#hope ur having a fab weekend anon!

[inkykeiji]

clari do u have touya-nii crumbs to spare pls 🥹🥹

what flavour of crumbs would u like anon bb??? <3

[inkyajax]

Have you see March's outfit she is soo cute!! Would love to wear something dainty and cute for the ever polite and composed DAN HENG and watch him lose his mind

i have!!!!! and i agree!!! she’s so so so adorable and i absolutely adore the idea of wearing something so cute that just toes the line between innocent and provocative and teasing mr dan heng with it hehe (*ﾉωﾉ)

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, reader is a brat and a tease words: 590

he can’t take his fucking eyes off of you. no matter how hard he tries to keep his stare and attention from straying, it seems his gaze is automatically and uncontrollably drawn to your form. it’s an instinctual reaction, almost—a cliche moth to a bright flame, allured into your heat, enticed by your shimmer, desperate to bathe himself in you.

you have single-handedly and unknowingly corroded his self-discipline, worn it down right to the precious core and consumed the shreds. and the longer you linger, the worse it gets. because the longer you linger, the more he wants you. 

dan heng swears you must be doing it on purpose. there’s no way you’re bending over like that, arching your back into a perfectly smooth curve and causing the hem of your sweet little skirt to ride up just enough to tease the edges of your panties—lace-trimmed silk, blush pink, clinging delicately to the supple flesh of your ass—without consciously meaning to. 

but you are seemingly oblivious, flitting around the express without a single glance or acknowledgement his way. it’s almost as if you don’t care at all—don’t care that you’re torturing him, don’t care that you’ve got his cock embarrassingly yearning against his trousers with such simple motions yielding fleeting glimpses beneath flowing fabric, don’t care that you’ve devoured his concentration, wadded it up between your molars like that sweet pink bubblegum you favour so much and spit it right back out at him, warped and sticky and glazed with your spit. but he knows better, because he knows you.

his patience has been snuffed out to smouldering embers now, but he’s able to keep those last few flares kindling, glowing hot and heavy in the pit of his stomach until he is finally alone with you, secluded in the express’s tiny kitchen, the proximity of your presence a douse of kerosene. 

then that flame is bursting, raging, licking at his ribs and up his throat until it’s scathing his tongue and melting his teeth, spilling past his lips in a snarl. 

a sharp flash of ink and azure, he’s got you trapped between the counter and his body in a mere instant, granite edge digging into the base of your spine. 

the sudden action, full of uncharacteristic violence and vigour, punches a gasp from your throat, gaze gaping with shock as it flies across his contorted face, his features scrunched beneath the weight of his fury. 

“you think i don’t know what you’re doing?” he spits, stare searching your own with fervour, nostrils flaring with heaving breaths. 

the surprise in your eyes dissipates, devoured by the mischief lurking beneath—the mischief he knew was there all along, festering, barely hidden by the guise of ignorance. 

something sinister smears across your face, curling your lips into an arrogant little smirk, your irises gone dark, shaded by thick lashes, glittering with the lure of a challenge. 

“just wanted to see if you’d do anything about it.” 

a growl rumbles in his chest, his ribs rattling against yours, teeth bared like a primal animal. his hips shove forward in accentuation and you can feel his cock, hot and hard and throbbing with desire, complementing the cold tremor threaded throughout his tone. 

oh, he’s about to do something about it, right now. 

[studylustre]

hi!! i'm having an eventful week, my grandparents are visiting and i'm trying to stay polite AND sane (we don't have the best relationship 😭😭). i gave myself an early birthday present and got a moth tattoo!! how are your weekend plans? - ✨ anon

oof family can be tough. good luck with the rest of their stay bb! i hope things go smoothly and u can part ways without too much tension. wow though, when’s ur bday and what do u plan on doing to celebrate when the day actually comes? also WOW on getting a tattoo, is there a particular meaning behind the tattoo? that’s v cool, but i’m also super surprised to hear that u were able to get a tattoo during this time! as for me, i had an extended weekend bc i took thursday and friday off work hehe. it was rly nice to have the extra time to unwind and catch up on things!! + i got to see some people which was v nice too. hope u have a fab rest of the week 🌟

[inkykeiji]

Sukuna def calls you princess if he decides you belong to him. <3

oh absolutely, and it’s a term he uses both condescendingly and lovingly. he is the king of curses, after all. it’s only natural you’re his princess.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, master kink, rough sex, marking, toxic relationship, mention of spanking, fem!reader words: 738

you’re his stupid little princess when you do or say something so adorably dumb, gazing up at him with absolute idiocy smeared across your face, contorting your features—mouth open and downturned, brow scrunched and heavy—as you whimper out but Daddy, why?, head quirked cutely to the side and confusion reflected in your eyes. because i said so, he usually responds with a condescending little pat to your head. oh, you don’t have to worry your pretty little brain about any of that, princess, he promises you. Daddy will take care of it all, Daddy will do all of that pesky thinking and contemplating and deciding; you don’t have to think about a goddamn thing. 

you’re his pathetic little princess when you’re sobbing after being split open by his cock and spanked raw by his hand, face buried in folded arms as salt stains your cheeks and claws pierce your hips, holding you high, holding you still. is your Master’s cock too big for you, princess?  he’s murmuring in your ear, the words hot and breathy as they curl around the shell, his question infused with a smirk. does Daddy’s cock hurt you, princess? he’s cooing out, sick and sadistic and sardonic, against the back of your neck, forehead pressed flush to the base of your skull as his hips pound, cockhead ramming against your sensitive cervix. can you take it for me, princess? he’s laughing as he nuzzles his nose against the hinge of your jaw, placing a chaste kiss to the bone. he wants you to show him how well you can take it for him; he wants to watch the way your sweet lil cunt struggles and stretches and swallows his girth. 

you’re his pouty little princess when you don’t get what you want, when he doesn’t give you what you want, eyes glittering with a thick coat of tears and lip jutted out in a trembling scowl, so deep it crinkles your forehead and puckers your chin. aw, is the poor little princess going to cry? he coos out through his own over-exaggerated pout, brow warped with false worry. is she going to stomp her feet and throw a fit because she isn’t getting her way? he kind of hopes you do, you can tell, can see it glimmering bright and sharp in his eyes, a sort of exhilarated anticipation that begs you to take on his challenge; go on, give him a reason to punish, make his fucking day, baby.

you’re his precious little princess when you stare up at him with adoring eyes, awestruck and shimmering with stars, and murmur out about how much you love him, delicate little fingers tracing his markings in clumsy caresses. the words are melty with affection, gooey and thick with spit as they dribble from your lips after he’s fucked you past the point of lucidity, mind turned to pleasant pink mush under immense pleasure and immaculate pain, body gone pliable and painted in strokes of him—ragged lines of red, blooming blotches of blue, purplish indents carved so deeply into your flesh that they’ll never fully heal, the tiny craters overflowing with sticky crimson. i love you too, princess, he tells you, the words quivering with quiet sincerity even as a sour sickness twists behind his sternum, true and real even as they are unfamiliar and unnatural.

you’re his pretty little princess when you giggle and twirl and strut for him after every single shopping trip, putting on a little fashion show and modelling all of the luxurious lingerie he bought you, lace clinging daintily to supple flesh, silk straps curling lovingly around all of your curves and edges, pieces encrusted with jewels and sparkles that catch on the light as you twist and turn for him. unblinking eyes watch you with a sort of conscientiousness, pupils blown huge and gaping, pitch black and ready to swallow you whole in a single glance. a smirk smears across his face, lopsided, leaning to the left and steadily spreading, as he relaxes back into his favourite armchair, thighs spread wide and a crystal glass of sweating amber dangling from his fingertips. c’mere, pretty princess, he demands gently when he can hardly take it anymore, when you’ve tried on several sets, when his smirk has grown into a grin and his cock is starting to ache, a large palm patting thick muscles. come give me a kiss.

[inkykeiji]

omg i’m still thinking about vampire niichannnn ughh

him keeping reader captive on his lap while he sucks blood from different parts of his body. and he keeps getting more and more drunk off of her meanwhile her body becomes so limp she can barely maintain a position without him holding her still and once he notices how languid her body is, he then decides to fuck her……ahhh i feel like i’m in high school watching vampire diaries again ;) (god the acting in that was horrendous lmao)

i am hOLLERING FROM THE ROOFTOPS ANONNNN this is such a fucking concept!!! 

tw: stepcest, blood, vampire big bro, noncon words: 830

when he feels you go lax, soft and droopy in his lap as your bones turn pliable beneath his lips, he knows he should stop. 

when he feels your pulse turn faint in your veins, barely a fluttering against his tongue, he really knows he should stop. 

so he does, reluctantly pulls his crimson slicked mouth from your flesh, sealing his newest wound with a thick salve of saliva, tinged a watery pink. you slump forward the moment his teeth aren’t holding you in place, and his head quirks curiously.

looks like he’s got himself a little dolly. 

something devious smears across his face, something sinister unfurling dark and sticky in his stomach. 

oh, let’s play, dolly. 

he knows he should probably bandage your wounds before he does anything else—you’re still bleeding profusely, ribbons of scarlet cascading down supple skin, oozing slow but steady from the deep little indents scattered across your form. 

but he just can’t help it, rearranging your slack body on your pale pink sheets—thighs spread, arms above your head, crossed loosely at the wrists—and swiping two fingers through a stream of thick blood, collecting it on the pads before smearing it along his cock, a crude form of lube. 

time’s pretty tight, all things considered—you could technically die on him in any minute with how much blood-loss you’ve sustained, but that’s a risk his lust-dazed brain is willing to take—and he doesn’t have a moment to prep you properly. 

not that he would, either way. 

another messy slather of scarlet along his shaft and then he’s ramming his cock into you in one sharp, quick, hard thrust, the vicious motion jostling your limp body up the mattress. 

it isn’t as fun when you’re not crying and squirming beneath him, nails sinking into his shoulders and tearing (a futile effort, but it’s cute that you try), limbs writhing in opposition as you try to shove at his shoulders or kick at his hips (so precious that you think you’d ever be strong enough to achieve such a feat). 

it isn’t as fun when your sobs of protest don’t turn into squeals of pleasure, when your struggling doesn’t turn into clinging, suddenly desperate as your legs knot around his waist and your pelvis rolls up to meet his own, begging him with sugary sweet gasps of nii-chan, nii-chan, nii-chan!—but he’ll take what he can get. 

because even in the absence of all of his favourite things, he still cums quite quick, the scent of your blood and the feeling of it on his skin—silk and slime—an intoxicating mixture, strokes of carmine smeared across toned muscle and pale linen.

it’s almost artful in a way, how he paints your body in your combined fluids, red and white, pearl and crimson, swirling together to create an iridescent pink. 

your favourite colour, isn’t it? he thinks it might be on the verge of becoming his favourite colour, too. 

a wheeze scrapes at your throat, a thick pool of saliva gurgling on the back of your tongue and he’s drawn back to the present moment, your wounds still gently weeping. 

christ, he nearly whines to himself, fingers twitching, itching to touch. you look so goddamn pretty covered in your own blood, engraved with molds of your big brother’s mouth—replicas of all thirty-two teeth stamped thoughtfully into shoulders and wrists and thighs, stained a deep, grotesque purple—and glazed with your big brother’s cream, splattered in masterful streaks across soft skin. 

pretty and perfect and all for him, made by him, just for him.

when you finally wake, half-delirious and head stuffed with fog, you wake to your big brother studiously tending to your wounds, deft fingers conscientious as they work—yet there is a certain carelessness to it, too; an ease, an expertise, the type that develops with extensive experience.

he’s done this before. 

patches of white litter your skin, taped tightly over the sketches of his mouth. a hiss slips from between clenched teeth as you push yourself onto your elbows, blood blooming through cotton. 

“be careful,” your older brother chides, not looking up from his task, nostrils twitching slightly. “you’ll tear open your wounds again; they were just beginning to clot.” 

whining a little, your brow crumples in sleep-tinged confusion, lifting your heavy limbs experimentally, coating of dried cum cracking with the motion. some bites are deeper than others, some so painful it hurts to move the muscle they’ve been carved into at all, soft fingers prodding delicately around the puffy gauze, procuring a sharp gasp from your mouth, face puckering with pain.

“it’s good you’re awake,” he says, nonchalant as he presses another bandage over a wound on your ankle—fresh, still exuding dribbles of crimson. glancing up through a curtain of hair, his stare finds yours, crystal and bright. “i thought you might never wake up.” 

the words are chuckled, dyed with lighthearted amusement, but the gleam in his eyes holds a shard of truth to it.

[inkykeiji]

CLARI CLARI CLARI THIS IS NOT A DRILL!! WE JUST GOT WHITE HAIR TOUYA MERCH AT HOT TOPIC!!! I HAD TO LET YOU KNOW!!! :O

-💤

omg!!!!! sleepy!!!! thank you for telling me bb i will rush over there as soon as possible omg!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[inkyajax]

who do you think is the cruelest wen it comes to punishment out of your fave hsr men? ><

omg anon i am kissing ur big beautiful brain rn uGH thank you for this question!!!! ( ๑ ˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ♡

HMMMM honestly,, sunday!!! out of the four of them (dan heng, boothill, aventurine + sunday) sunday seems the most strict, the most likely to enforce firm, fixed rules and the most likely to enact swift and stern punishment. maybe that’s not necessarily the same as being the cruelest, but i don’t think any of them are quite ‘cruel’ when it comes to punishment. i think aventurine can be sadistic in the bedroom, but i think he plays loose and fast when it comes to ‘punishment’ outside of that; he’s always ready and willing to raise the stakes, provided you’re game, and the rules change on a whim—anything to make it all the more exhilarating.

sunday, on the other hand, is fucking stringent when it comes to his rules. if you broke a rule, you broke a rule, and you have to pay the price, no ifs, ands, or buts about it (in fact, talking back, grovelling, or attempting to lessen the sentence in any way is guaranteed to earn you an even harsher punishment). order, control, perfection; for this to be achieved, everything must be meticulously and thoroughly thought out, including his relationships and all aspects related to them. i also just think sunday has a god/saviour complex and he loves to exert that power over you while deluding himself into believing that he’s doing it all for your sake; for your own good, your own health and vitality—and then subsequently patting himself on the back for taking such good care of you.

boothill, in contrast, struggles to enforce punishment because he is weak to fluttery puppy-dog eyes, a pretty pout, and a salaciously drooled out please?. that doesn’t mean you can get away with everything, or that he’ll allow you to, but it takes serious bratting for boothill to enact a serious punishment that isn’t a funishment in some way.

dan heng just fucking ignores you until he quite literally can’t anymore and absolutely must put you back in your fucking place (because 1. who the fuck do you think you are, brat, and 2. he cannot stand you like this any longer and clearly must remind you who is in charge here, and that he deserves respect same as you do)

[inkykeiji]

Ugh finally someone said it, thank you lmao, I've felt so bad for being completely unable to get into Wrio since everyone seems to absolutely adore him, he's just so normal

LMAOOO omg i am glad i am not alone in this!!! seriously he’s gorgeous—like drop dead gorgeous, he is so so so pretty and pleasing to look at—but goddamn is he ever boring as heck. i’ve talked about this before but it’s an issue i have with like 95% of the genshin characters, and that’s that their entire personalities often revolve around a single trait. they’re more or less pretty cardboard. and that’s fine, of course! i know genshin’s goal isn’t to create compelling, well written characters but rather to churn out as many pretty faces as they can as fast as they can to make as much money as they can, and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying the game or enjoying those characters—it just personally irked me so much and is one of the reasons why i ultimately dropped the game. aka i completely understand why others enjoy the game, it just rly was not for me. some, like childe/ajax + zhongli + xiao i’d argue, have more compelling and fleshed out characterization and backstories. ajax i still miss a LOT, genuinely. but i cannot go back (,,>﹏<,,) who are ur faves, if you still play, anon??? c:

[inkykeiji]

thinking about trying to get tomura to stop eating so much sweets would be a full time job

oh it ABSOLUTELY would. it’s literally an impossible task like i genuinely do not think there’d be any way for you to actually succeed at that goal. and the sheer venom he’d spit at you whenever you even attempt to tell him to cut back/down on it a lil??? oh my gosh, it’s so caustic it‘s literally eroding the atmosphere, seething about how you aren’t the boss of him and you don’t know what you’re fucking talking about and you’re such an idiot, his sugar consumption is not abnormal or excessive, now stop talking about it

i love the thought of like, trying to hide sweets from him—like kurogiri stops by with the weekly groceries (which always contain an outrageous amount of candy) or a pretty box full of fancy european pastries from his favourite french bakery and you’re scrambling to try and hide everything from tomura before he rounds the corner >.< you never succeed, of course, and you’re stupid to think that you’d be able to hide his own stuff from him in his own house. or or or tomura sneaking sweets into the flat and hiding them from you, as if they’re fucking drugs or something. in fact, he isn’t even this scrupulous with his actual drugs!! he’s a sugar fiend, through and through

[inkykeiji]

gojo is so yung gravy coded 🙏 (spurred by ur oops! toji post

honestly anon u are SO right

[inkykeiji]

clari omg i FELT the four fists thing in my tummy but have you thought about sukuna’s two Ds???? screaming crying kicking my feet

HEHEHEHE I AM GLAD TO HEAR IT ANON i’m glad we’re on the same page <3 AH okay like not really because the thought of him having two cocks kinda really squicks me out??? like i know it’s a common headcanon across the fandom and i totally get why but it just makes me shudder and not in a good way >.<

[inkykeiji]

are the twins romantic? I canon twin touya extremely romantic like wine and dine reader for every special occasion and twin dabi tries cause he wants to be romantic :( our baby

EEE HEHE anon!!! bringing the twins back to the forefront!!! <33 great question!

you’ve pretty much hit it right on the head. i feel like this is touched upon throughout a good chuck of my twins asks in general (especially in this one about their love languages and how they each like to celebrate!) but touya is smooth and suave and dabi is so not. dabi is all rough edges and razor glares, even when he’s desperately trying not to be. dabi is, unfortunately, inherently coarse, as if his soul was born bristly. as such, romance and intimacy are extremely difficult and challenging for him.

that doesn’t mean he’s fully incapable of it, though. dabi’s good at shmoozing others and when he really tries, he can turn on the charm his brother so effortlessly exudes and use it as a tool to his advantage. but this doesn’t work when he’s terrified, when he has to actually be vulnerable, when there isn’t necessarily a selfish, personal gain involved for him.

dabi ends up being unintentionally romantic. quietly romantic. he’s an artist, so his romances end up being sentimental; he takes you with him somewhere to paint the night sky or a pretty landscape (he doesn’t even tell you where he’s taking you initially, just grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you towards his car after you confirm that you are currently free) and swears that he didn’t pack those extra paint brushes + canvases for you; you’re just lucky he happened to have them in his car, and don’t you dare waste his paint!

he makes you playlists randomly, texts them to you without a word of explanation, but is always sure to leave a scrap of paper on your desk, torn from a notebook, detailing why each song reminds him of you, written crookedly in his spiky handwriting. he comes home with rare editions of your favourite old records that he stumbles upon at the thrift store he likes to frequent, or vintage pieces from your favourite high end designers that he thinks you might like, always shoving them at you without holding your gaze and threatening that you better fucking like it, it cost him a fortune.

whenever he tries to be romantic, it always ends up coming out wooden and shaky, tongue tripping over his words or brain short-circuiting halfway through a sentence, overwhelmed by intense, foreign emotion. it frustrates him, especially since all this bullshit comes so easily to touya, and his fury only makes it all worse. it can be calmed with a gentle touch and a few soft words, acknowledging how hard he’s trying without explicitly calling him out.

touya is extremely romantic, almost to the point where it borders on romcom cliche. like i said in the asks i linked you to, he loves to spoil you absolutely fucking rotten, and he finds a deep satisfaction in planning ornate, extravagant events for just the two of you, complete with several new sets of outrageously expensive lingerie (which, yes, he fully expects you to ‘model’ for him later that night), the finest dining experiences, and whatever the heck else you want to do (spas, tours, activities, etc). touya goes above and beyond for actual special occasions (like we are talking full vacations here, stuffed with luxurious gifts and insane amounts of food/desserts), and he’s incredibly skilled in finding flimsy reasons to spoil you or celebrate

[inkykeiji]

I saw kitty ask and I just had to respond.

Your body is a temple and should be worshipped as such. - 🦒

ur so right giraffe!!!!!!!

maybe it’s a lil cringe or silly, but i like to think of my body (and my life) as a piece of art/my lifelong masterpiece, because it helps keep me motivated to love it and to take care of it and to treat it with respect!!! i find i take better care of myself when i think like that hehe c:

[inkykeiji]

I think what bothers me about the whole Natsuo thing is he's yelling at Dabi about "causing all this trouble", while Endeavour - THE DIRECT SOURCE of every single problem the Todoroki family have ever had, the sorriest excuse for a father EVER - is right there. Nobody's saying Dabi is an angel, but Endeavour's the one who should go to hell.

that's true anon! i guess the opposing argument would be ‘well enji hasn’t killed anyone’ but like i dunno, i really do think in this case in particular that it should all be looked at as a contained, todoroki family problem, just like you mentioned. dabi has committed a laundry list of atrocities (and he should go to jail for them), but at this current moment that is unfolding within the manga, it isn’t really about that. it’s more about the fact that he’s quite literally on the verge of killing his parents, and that’s what i interpreted natsuo’s whole ‘stop causing trouble’ line to be pertaining to, especially when looked at in conjunction with fuyumi’s dialogue.

so like, when we’re looking at it in that context, it sucks and it hurts, because enji is the root. i’m not saying abuse is a valid reason to go fucking psychotic and start murdering innocent people, but like you said, ENJI is where it aaaaaaall stems from. enji is, ultimately, the cause. ‘dabi’ wouldn’t have ever been a thing had enji been a decent fucking parent.

[inkykeiji]

(WILL INCLUDE SPOILERS) Update on jujutsu kaisen watching! I was actually on episode 9 last time lol but now I'm ep 14

-nanami.... I want him so bad PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES FOR ONE CHANCE!

- mahito is very well written villain, you love to hate him and oh boy do I hate him (justice for junpei :( )

- the fact that junpei was basically groomed into hatred of humanity and still called mahito not a bad person after what he did to him... Breaks my heart ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

-i still understand the sukuna simps, might become one

LMAOOOO nanami is definitely very Daddy but 100% not my type (i think he’s just,,, too good of a persona LMAOOOOOOOOO). mahito i hated so much until he shared a voice actor with izana and now he’s kind of wormed his way into my heart in a weird, gross way. i am so indifferent to junpei it’s not even funny,, sukuna still owns my whole heart uGH i wanna fuck him so badddd (i hope u join us sukuna simps!!)

[inkykeiji]

you saying pom pom

me: uh she must really love pomenarians

also me after a minute: oh shit it's the name of a character

LMAOOOOOO yes hahaha it is this sweet special little creature in honkai star rail (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

i love pom-pom i would KILL for pom-pom every time i see pom-pom with their little rain cloud or crying/sweating or pushing their lil nubs together i rush over, shouting at my computer screen oh my sweet precious pom-pom baby what is WRONG!!!