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Friendly reminder that Luke and Leia kissed. More than once. Have a great day!
The (possibly AU) Sibling Incest Meme
Incest is, despite its taboo nature in most societies, actually a pretty popular convention in both romantic fiction and works of a more erotic bent, in everything from period or fantasy pieces to series taking place in places like modern day Japan. Still, the most common configuration in these fictions are the pairing of siblings. Perhaps this is because of the usual lack of age difference and power dynamic that exists in child/adult relative pairings, though this is not always the case. Because of this, a sexual or romantic relationship between siblings can almost seem, well, romantic in the right light. Of course, more often than not, there's a dark side under the veneer of forbidden love.
This meme is for those who would like to play out that, either the darkness or the light - or both.
HOW TO PLAY
This meme is for those who would like to play out that, either the darkness or the light - or both.
HOW TO PLAY
-Comment with your character and preferences. Be sure to mention any hard lines you have.
-Comment around to others. PLEASE NOTE THAT IN ORDER TO FACILITATE CROSS-CANON TAGGING, THIS MEME WILL BE CONSIDERED AN AU FAIR GAME ZONE. Feel free to comment in with characters who do not canonically have siblings or comment to people from other fandoms.
-Be respectful of others.
-Comment around to others. PLEASE NOTE THAT IN ORDER TO FACILITATE CROSS-CANON TAGGING, THIS MEME WILL BE CONSIDERED AN AU FAIR GAME ZONE. Feel free to comment in with characters who do not canonically have siblings or comment to people from other fandoms.
-Be respectful of others.
1. Feeling Strange: You've known this person your entire life, yet lately you've been feeling...different about them. These feelings aren't exactly familial, either.
2. Not as Normal Families: Whatever the specifics of the case may be, your childhood was not the norm, and thus the two of you have grown close that way.
3. Raised Apart: Scientists believe that when siblings are raised together under normal circumstances, they will not find each other sexually attractive; however, if they are reared apart, they may be highly attracted to each other when they meet as adults.
4. Only Kin by Name: Psuedo-incest between step siblings or adopted siblings is not quite as taboo, but you could still be looked down upon for harboring those desires for someone who is a member of your family by one way or another.
5. Defender: One of you is older and has always looked after the other, meaning that something has grown between you that is thicker than any blood.
6. Guilty: You feel terrible for these longings toward your own flesh and blood, and you do your best to stop them. But can you choose who you want to be with? And how disciplined are you when it's someone you care for in other ways?
7. Dysfunctional: You don't have a good relationship as siblings, yet your relationship as lovers is great.
8. There's Nothing Wrong Here: To you, incest is a casual affair and the "forbidden" aspect is lost. Sorry you were grounded, big brother. Here, since you can't go out, let me be your girlfriend for the night.
9. Like Looking in a Mirror: The two of you are closer than siblings: you're twins. You share everything, so why is your love any different?
10. Skirting the Line: Stolen glances. Lips only a breath away. You're walking a fine line here. You haven't become physical...yet.
11. Got a Secret, Better Keep It: Needless to say, an incestuous relationship is not one that can see the light of day. You'd better keep it behind closed doors.
12. Jealousy: You can't stand the idea of sharing your beloved sibling with someone else, yet it's hard to make this known without blowing your cover.
13. As One: The obligatory smut prompt, whether it be the first time or one of many the two of you steal away.
14. The Things I Do for Love: You'll do anything to protect your love affair with you sibling and make sure no one interferes. Anything.
15. And You'll Be My Queen: It may seem as though the light will never come, but you want to make promises to your most precious sibling that one day, you'll live as any normal couple.
16. Anyone Who Isn't Us is the Enemy: You're in a dangerous climate, and the only one you can depend on is your flesh and blood - bringing you closer together.
17. No Choice in the Matter: Your sibling is not a willing participant in your debauchery, but they endure your cruelty, grooming, and manipulation because you are their brother or sister.
18. No One Like You: There truly is no one who can love you like the person who is closest to being you, bone of your bone. You perfectly understand each other and your love is pure.
19. Where No One Knows Our Faces: You've decided to flee your current life and live as new people among those who don't know that you're related.
20. Out in the Light: A secret no more, the two of you have decided to bring your affair out into the open. You will face the world, no matter what it does.
21. Rejection: Someone - friends, family, etc - has found out what you two have done and are disgusted by it. Will you turn to each other for comfort?
22. The End: Being with someone so unattainable is tiring, and one day, you may grow weary of stowing everything away, locking your heart up, or feeling so shamed. This must cease. But can you go back to being just siblings?
23. Not Really Related After All: Perhaps the most cliche of tropes, though it's often used to "justify" incest. Turns out the two of you aren't really siblings! Now, you can pursue a relationship freely.
24. Part of the Same Whole: You're meant to be together, you firmly believe it.
25. Sick and Twisted: The fact that you two are siblings actually is a kink/fetish for you. You get off to all of this.
26. FREESTYLE
2. Not as Normal Families: Whatever the specifics of the case may be, your childhood was not the norm, and thus the two of you have grown close that way.
3. Raised Apart: Scientists believe that when siblings are raised together under normal circumstances, they will not find each other sexually attractive; however, if they are reared apart, they may be highly attracted to each other when they meet as adults.
4. Only Kin by Name: Psuedo-incest between step siblings or adopted siblings is not quite as taboo, but you could still be looked down upon for harboring those desires for someone who is a member of your family by one way or another.
5. Defender: One of you is older and has always looked after the other, meaning that something has grown between you that is thicker than any blood.
6. Guilty: You feel terrible for these longings toward your own flesh and blood, and you do your best to stop them. But can you choose who you want to be with? And how disciplined are you when it's someone you care for in other ways?
7. Dysfunctional: You don't have a good relationship as siblings, yet your relationship as lovers is great.
8. There's Nothing Wrong Here: To you, incest is a casual affair and the "forbidden" aspect is lost. Sorry you were grounded, big brother. Here, since you can't go out, let me be your girlfriend for the night.
9. Like Looking in a Mirror: The two of you are closer than siblings: you're twins. You share everything, so why is your love any different?
10. Skirting the Line: Stolen glances. Lips only a breath away. You're walking a fine line here. You haven't become physical...yet.
11. Got a Secret, Better Keep It: Needless to say, an incestuous relationship is not one that can see the light of day. You'd better keep it behind closed doors.
12. Jealousy: You can't stand the idea of sharing your beloved sibling with someone else, yet it's hard to make this known without blowing your cover.
13. As One: The obligatory smut prompt, whether it be the first time or one of many the two of you steal away.
14. The Things I Do for Love: You'll do anything to protect your love affair with you sibling and make sure no one interferes. Anything.
15. And You'll Be My Queen: It may seem as though the light will never come, but you want to make promises to your most precious sibling that one day, you'll live as any normal couple.
16. Anyone Who Isn't Us is the Enemy: You're in a dangerous climate, and the only one you can depend on is your flesh and blood - bringing you closer together.
17. No Choice in the Matter: Your sibling is not a willing participant in your debauchery, but they endure your cruelty, grooming, and manipulation because you are their brother or sister.
18. No One Like You: There truly is no one who can love you like the person who is closest to being you, bone of your bone. You perfectly understand each other and your love is pure.
19. Where No One Knows Our Faces: You've decided to flee your current life and live as new people among those who don't know that you're related.
20. Out in the Light: A secret no more, the two of you have decided to bring your affair out into the open. You will face the world, no matter what it does.
21. Rejection: Someone - friends, family, etc - has found out what you two have done and are disgusted by it. Will you turn to each other for comfort?
22. The End: Being with someone so unattainable is tiring, and one day, you may grow weary of stowing everything away, locking your heart up, or feeling so shamed. This must cease. But can you go back to being just siblings?
23. Not Really Related After All: Perhaps the most cliche of tropes, though it's often used to "justify" incest. Turns out the two of you aren't really siblings! Now, you can pursue a relationship freely.
24. Part of the Same Whole: You're meant to be together, you firmly believe it.
25. Sick and Twisted: The fact that you two are siblings actually is a kink/fetish for you. You get off to all of this.
26. FREESTYLE
Cornelia li Britannia | Code Geass | OTA
Lissa | Fire Emblem Awakening | OTA
Masaomi Kida | Durarara!! | M/F
Chikane Minamiya | Zettai Shoujo Seiiki Amnesian | OTA
Luke Skywalker | Star Wars | ota
klaus | umbrella academy | ota
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ps. pretty sure Allison would just deny everything. π ]
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went with a mix of 4+25m but feel free to adjust!
besides, to klaus, it's wrong in all the right ways. ]
Diegooo~
[ his voice wafts through the door a couple of seconds before his body follows, not bothering to knock. the attic is a shared space, a place where each of them does their fair share of brooding over the shitty hand life's dealt them, but that's never stopped klaus from intruding. he wafts over to diego, shirt unbuttoned, pants too tight to possible be comfortable, before looping his arms around his brother's shoulders. ]
What're you doin' up here all alone? Want some company?
[ it's an empty question, because they both know klaus will stick around whether diego wants him to or not. ]
Kylo Ren/Brianna Solo β’ r63!Star Wars β’ ota
and thanks to the meddling in her head she has minimal concept of 'normal' boundaries.Legends siblings or twinning it up with a Ben/Kylo are welcome. also very here for AUing cross canon siblings, including separated at birth situations and step or half siblings. ]lucille sharpe | crimson peak
Leon Kuwata | Danganronpa | OTA
dabi | my hero academia
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1) shouto's captured by the league / dabi's imprisoned by the heroes and the free one isn't too keen on letting others close to their sibling For Reasons
2) an au of sorts where they're both still in the todoroki house / endeavor agency operating under their father and there's jealousy / resistance going on behind closed doors while trying to keep it hidden.]
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feel free to make changes or PM me with thoughts if ya like! (throws him under the bus)
on the one hand, it's a god damn dream come true. shoved right back in his father's face, leaving the man unable to look away from him or escaping from the wretched past he's come from. on the other hand, it's one long continuous nightmare, since dabi's shoved right back in his father's face, unable to get away from him or kill him. it's an experimental quirk, preventing prisoners from acting violent or malicious towards certain individuals. his entire family's under that protection, snuffing out his flames each time he finds himself threatening to set one of them on fire. fuyumi's still holding out that they can be a fucking "family" all over again, natsuo's trying to... doesn't know what the fuck natsuo's doing, but there's no way dabi can simply go back to "normal" around him. his mother's there too and dabi has no desire to speak a word to her, or any of them. if his very presence causes them strife and sorrow, then he'll take that as a modicum of comfort in this hellish sentence.
and then precious little shouto gets to spend day after day working alongside the failed experiment that came before him. both of them remaining beneath endeavor as their mentor (shouto's mentor, dabi's "handler" as the villain calls him). god, he would've preferred a fucking cell in tartarus than spend his days in this place. but there's no way out. trust him, he's tried. for now, dabi has to grit his teeth and bear it. someday, he'll find an escape and leave this place and everyone inside in ashes.
honestly, it's shouto that's the most insufferable being around. the swollen urge to murder his little brother butts hard up against that twisted desire to "preserve" him for revenge. at home and on the field, he's found himself interfering in places, preventing enemies from getting close to him, sometimes even dragging him off from the rest of the family. having to sit here and watch him, the crown jewel, of the family... disgusting. and yet, there's something about him that dabi doesn't want to let go of. melt him, burn him, blacken him, he wants all of that, but that silent intent to preserve remains. possessive.
protective, but of whom?but shouto was the one who turned all of that shit physical...]
looks great! lmk if i need any changes myself~
they didn't need to be aware that he was the one who pressured his father into using his power and money to keep dabi out of tartarus. sure, it didn't take much to convince endeavor. shouto knew how to press the right buttons, played his father like a piano. what better way for their father to feel as if he's stepping up in his parental role, especially to the one he harmed the most?
it does start off innocent though. shouto sees how much his mother hurts, how fuyumi grieves for a family to reunite. natsuo doesn't react outwardly, but shouto quietly tells himself that his other brother must miss toya to some degree. and while they're not incredibly close as their sister desires, it's at least something. shouto spends more time with toya than his other siblings, given that they work alongside each other with their father as their mentor. it's rather fascinating. shouto finds himself drawn to his eldest brother. for awhile, he chops it up as a younger brother being purely and innocently allured by the big brother, but there's far more to it.
more than he wanted to admit, at first. but harder to deny after time.
it starts with shouto attacking any enemies that try to near dabi, not wanting his brother to be pushing his quirk to the limits. there's a worry that his former villainous brother wouldn't be able to protect himself either. toya may have a fire that shouto hopes to achieve one day, but he wasn't perfect. as their father would remind them, the eldest todoroki had limits. shoto's fascination grows from there though. he starts to pull him from the family, opening up a little more than he ever did with fuyumi or natsuo. maybe it's the danger there, the threats that don't phase him at all. he knew exactly what he was getting involved with before ever bringing up the idea to their father to protect dabi from a cold, hard cell. and, it wasn't as if toya could burn him. that experimental quirk in place keeps shouto and the rest of their family protected.
a part of shouto is a little guilty that their mother is unfortunately ignored however, but he can see her eyes light up just a bit when he pulls toya away with him.
he wonders if she would look at them the same if she saw just how...physical, they've become.
but she's not here as he stands outside his brother's room, knocking a few times politely. out of courtesy and politeness. he door slides open next, giving a curious tilt of his head as he peers into the room.]
Toya? I'm coming in.
oh yes, i like this already
to hell with it. dabi doesn't want his care, doesn't even fucking believe it's real; it's pandering to the world and the camera, endeavor trying to elevate his station and get some fucking sympathy to stroke his pride all over again. using his eldest son as a pity piece to win back some of that tarnished fame. makes his fucking skin crawl every time he feels the hero's eyes on him. still, dabi won't deny the sting of satisfaction each time he sees his father's face fall when he rebuffs his attempts. endeavor says he's going to be better, but dabi's hellbent on shattering that lie into pieces all over again.
it's only a matter of time before the monster his father really is emerges once more.
the rest of them can burn for it too. fuyumi's grief, natsuo's confusion, his mother's pain, he's not so big on those "feelings" anymore. they can see his scars, they can see the damage done on the outside every fucking day, and with each flare, lash, sneer, and silent glare, dabi's showing them the ruin done on the inside. they can't reach, they won't. not even natsuo can reach him, didn't matter he was the one toya cried his eyes out to every night. no more tears now. all burned up.
shouto's somewhat different. dabi watches him with a mixture of hatred and jealousy. his mood almost seems to flow with the other's pendulum quirk. eager to see him burn when his flames ignite, but then flaring green as his brother cools himself off with his ice. lucky bastard. he takes pride and consolation in his flames being stronger than either his fathers and the little puppet's. enough that it's required him to stand down during fights before he burns himself up again. slapping his limits in his face, their worried expressions when he backs away from the battle with smoke breathing through his lips and crawling out from under his stapled flesh.
god he wants to burn him so fucking badly! so much so that he's not allowing anyone to get to it before he does. the first time shouto protected him from an enemy, he'd instantly rounded on him and tried... but the quirk shackled his intent and he was left seething all over again. more than once dabi screamed at them to let him the fuck go, shut him up in tartarus, didn't care. they refused, determined to "help" him, each and every time. sometimes it feels like his room is the only place he ever feels remotely safe in. remotely... sane. it's what makes the knock on his door a jar out of his stupor. he knows who it is without needing the door to open. shouto.
the door opens into the darkened room, bringing with it the scent of smoke. fuck you, he smokes. dabi only tilts his head slightly, one turquoise eye glaring through the dark spikes of his bangs. sometimes he dyes it, sometimes he goes natural, depends on his mood. seeing his brother framed in the light ignites the flurry of feelings within, a torrent of negative emotions and one glowing crimson sick right there on the top of the wave.]
Ya gonna fucking stand there or actually come do it?
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he has only just begun to forgive the man himself. it's a step by step process. and, as much as fuyumi yearns for it, shouto really needed to take his own time with it. he could go without the basking of attention from his father though. but, perhaps that's due to cutting into other times he could be spending with his brother.
even if the man would rather desire to see him burn away.
despite it being a worrisome caution, shouto just can't keep away. he knows what toya is capable of, but the younger todoroki just can't be bothered to stop. curiosity would eventually come to kill this cat. he wonders though; if toya were to seriously harm him, would shouto still show back up the following day? it sounds messed up, with a touch of obsession. he feels a little guilty for such feelings, yet toya is like an addiction he can't quite quit. it isn't hurting anyone though, right? so there wasn't any harm to it. even if the threat remained.
standing outside this door, he ponders if toya would answer him or not. he's already looking inside, pinpointing his brother's location with a curious look to his eyes. the scent of smoke is heavy in the air, and oddly enough, it's a bit comforting. a smell unique to his brother. it's nothing like the outdoor musk of their father that mixes with high-end cologne, thankfully.
catching the sea-colored eye of his brother, shouto quietly notes the heat of the glare. his quirk wouldn't come to hurt him, but that didn't mean the youngest todoroki wasn't questioning whether or not it'd actually come out this time. he can't help but to wonder next just how hot that hand would fare against his ice, one on one. would he be able to stop his brother from burning him or would that fire melt away too fast at his ice?
when given the permission needed, shouto hums in acknowledgement, sliding the door further open, just enough to slip inside, and close it behind him.]
It's rude to come in unannounced.
[as if he hadn't done that before. still though, he much more prefers receiving permission to enter.
his feet are soft as they glide across the floor, careful to not jar or bump into anything. he's grown quite accustomed to his brother's room.]
What are you up to?
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kind hearted. the results were as expected. complete and utter rejection of the very idea. it's impossible for his brain to even comprehend. like watching a cartoon on the television, it's logically unsound. you know it can never happen because it's simply not real. just like the option long since burned up. she's never brought the idea up in his presence again because he almost took a knife to her. until the 'shackle' quirk made him drop it. fucking hates this thing. at least he can still snarl and flick them off and other such bristling.shouto's constant returning to him, however, initially grated on him; he hated the very idea of being around his youngest brother for any length of time. so quick to flippantly dismiss him or compliment him with drenching sarcasm and bitterness. not even bothering to keep his anger and desire to hurt him silenced. but as time went on and all that malignant effort failed to keep him away, dabi finally let it happen. one night's request and he simply had stayed silent, not threatening shouto away for once. that's probably where all of this started. disgusting and yet there was the undeniable urge. somewhere, that possessive, hate-filled protection had slotted a sliver of something gross in there. he'd gone so long without that, and now... to think he'd get such a thing from his own fucking brother...
they tried to make his room look the same as it'd been since he left, thinking it might help smooth things over. it didn't. over time, he damaged it. the occasional fury being taken out on the things in the room, some lame practice of his quirk on the edges of the mattress or dresser. he'd been without this niceness for years; enough it felt extremely uncomfortable to actually be "home" among the niceness of his bedroom. while it wasn't what you'd call a pig stye or complete ruin, it looked like an abandoned, run down room should look like. what a villain would likely find out in the dregs of the city and feel a bit safe in for a while.
toya drops his arm to the side, ignoring the cigarette in his fingers now shoving the glowing butt into the sheet. put it out, doesn't care. smoke escapes through his lips as he regards his brother with all the intensity of a tired beast. attentive, but not giving a fuck enough to move. shouto looks like a fucking vision, standing there illuminated in the shaft of light spilling into his darkened room.]
Shut the fucking door, dammit. Starting to bug my eyes.
[thankfully, the puppet does exactly that and the lack of light save for a faint blue glow from his phone nearby is more comforting. he waits for him to get all the way across the floor, listening to his steps and breath as he finally comes to stand in front of his bed. only then does he roll his head back around and look up at the ceiling.]
Ya forgot to lock it, Shouto.
[just to be an ass. it's the little things that count nowadays. as for the question, toya lifts the cigarette up again and frowns at it. shit. it went out. a flash of blue turns the fag to ass and he tosses his over his shoulder. deal with it later.]
Restin. Waitin for you to finish.
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a practical shame, but one shouto doesn't engage himself with. it only meant more time that toya was all his to spend his time with. in between their work against villains and training, naturally.
they wouldn't understand though. toya is a complex puzzle, with shouto still struggling to understand his oldest brother. it's an array of unknown emotions with naivety to curiosity that have him coming back for more. he can't even be sure what was said or done to have caused him to make that first move. embarrassing enough, he was new to it all. there had been urges previously, of course, yet nothing exactly on this scale. toya could have shoved him back, could have called for their family. could have done anything. but he never did. there wasn't a threat either. it was pure clumsiness and unskilled motions on shouto's part. it was satisfying though, and it kept shouto coming back for more, greedily enough. he desires to experience more, to get even closer with his brother.
it truly was a younger brother looking to keep his older one happy with him.
without the guidance or attention of having his siblings on him before, shouto has taken and latched onto toya like a leech. thing is though, there was no sort of similar feeling towards natsuo or fuyumi. whether nasty or rejection from toya, shouto desired their relationship to be a bit...different.
the glow of the cigarette is what he focuses on in the room. he can catch the glimpse of toya's phone nearby though. the room is trashed, yet the way shouto sees it, it's just character. the room is toya's own. if he wants to live in a mess, then so be it. although, it's hard to keep the way his eyebrows furrow in distress when he walks over anything uncomfortable. definitely nothing like how clean and sharp he keeps his own room.]
Could close your eyes if the light bothers you too much.
[he states honestly and without thinking, skirting through the mess of his brother's room easily enough. only twice does he walk over something new; clothing and a book. or the remains of them. who could tell in this dark room. eventually, he finds himself at toya's bedside, just in time to hear his brother's snark remark over shouto's error of the unlocked door. however, he can't be bothered to return back to the door, so he shoots out a line of ice on his right side to seal around the entire frame. it wouldn't stop their father, no, but neither would a small lock on the door.]
Fixed.
[shouto slides onto the bed, neediness leading him to crawl over his older brother's body. he's testing the boundaries while, simultaneously, watching the way toya uses his quirk to burn the little remains of his cigarette. without caution, he settles his bottom on his brother's lap, feeling oddly comfortable enough.]
If you're resting, then I'll rest here.
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now he's got all those little friends of his to hang out with on off times. he's seen them, that optimistic green-haired kid shouto'll nod to or the explosive blonde one that always calls him names. seems his little brother's found more than just his messed up family to be with. at one time, dabi had been like that, naive and socially inept, stumbling off the mountain burning and charred, unsaved and alone. never had anyone beyond his family to really bond with, thanks to endeavor. and with them gone... what the hell was he supposed to do? those years after the fire were nothing any of his damn family could ever imagine.
if shouto can't understand him, it's because toya doesn't want him to. he can know what he wants him to know and that's it. feels good, actually, to play with him like that. sometimes suggesting he might let him in on a closed-off feeling, and then pulling back and rejecting him because he doubts he'll even fucking care. but despite the abuse and twisting him around, shouto kept coming back, ignoring the rejections and cruelty until finally he managed to break through some of that blackened shell. nowhere near close enough to reach his raw parts, but enough to find a chink in his chitinous armor and latch on. he wanted to get close and dabi didn't want him, not emotionally, but physically...
he eventually had to accept that. perhaps it was a compromise for both of them. a selfish streak they could indulge in that no one knew about. toya felt like he could "hurt" him in this pointless connection, and shouto could get some semblance of thinking he was getting closer to his brother. it was sick and depraved, but it worked. dabi long since left his shame in an alley.]
Show off.
[he mutters it to the ceiling, the sudden chill and cracking tinkling of ice telling him exactly what shouto was doing to "lock" the door. hopefully none of that ice'll be sticking out and making shit suspicions for anyone walking by. but he can't be bothered to do anything about it either. his arm doesn't finish that toss over the shoulder and he lets it fall above his head, draping off the edge of the mattress in a haphazard way. honestly, toya should be tired, he is tired, but the one person he's found a sliver of tolerance for in this fucking house is here and he's not ready to sleep yet because of it.
dabi's eyes lower towards his little brother kneeling on the bed beside him, one leg thrown over his legs and leaving him on his hands and knees above him. as always, the urge to reach up and throttle him courses through his arms, but unable to act on it, he's left with a slowly-softening glare as the anger nudges to the side a little bit to make room for this depraved interest instead. right as shouto practically sits on his lap. toya makes a small noise at the familiar weight on his hips and thighs, refusing to touch him or move for the first minute or two like normal. watching him, making sure this little puppet of a hero knows exactly what he's asking for.]
That's hardly encouragement to rest, you little shit.
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at least those that are close to him do understand. even toya, despite the bark and bitching his brother tends to give. he doesn't come to spend much time with his friends lately, claiming that he had to assist with toya's rehabilitation, with an empty promise to a future lunch date. he does try to keep up with their messaging, especially midoriya and bakugou. although lately, it's more like he's trying to alleviate midoriya's worry and bakugou's sharp tongue regarding the latest predicament.
he's positive they don't believe him. maybe worried in their own way that he was becoming a recluse. they just couldn't understand though. this...thing with toya, it's a bit peculiar. special.
even if his brother taunts and teases him. there were times that toya promised something sincere or dear, and shouto naively fell for it. however, it never deters the young todoroki. he'll keep coming back as if nothing was wrong, brushes off their issues without remorse. he can't expect toya to be any sort of a brother when they weren't enemies that long ago. he tries not to compare himself to a lost puppy, when it can certainly come off that way. he just...wants to be with toya. if rejection and cruelty came with it, so be it. he could handle anything his big brother pitched his way.
and, truly, the young hero does believe it to be working. while not fully able to understand or be close to his big brother, there are...moments. he sees it. feels it. more when they're physical, rather than emotional. a greedy part of shouto is proud of it. even if inexperienced, he's at least cracking more at that icy barrier that toya walls himself inside. no matter how depraved or wrong to this taboo, shouto had no intentions of stopping. not when he's believed to have made progressed in getting himself closer to his oldest brother.
a quirk of a smile settles at his lips to toya's muttered remark. he's not the only showoff in the family, but it's nothing to argue about. he's not all that worried over his icy wall either. their father shouldn't hopefully notice. shouto was getting cocky about doing this when their old man was still out and about. he's not even sure how endeavor would react to this, to them. would he attack, or force shouto away? he quickly stills the thought. anything involving endeavor was a turnoff.
sitting so pleasantly there, there's a part of the young todoroki that almost wants to urge his big brother. it's far more fun that way. however, they had all the time in the world, so long as no one disturbed them. so, slowly and keenly, shouto lowers himself down, elbows resting on his brother's chest and his hips wiggling to get comfortable. well. he tells himself that, but truly it's to push toya's buttons.
he's known what he wanted since deciding to come here. his captivation with toya has not wavered since their last tryst.]
Not with that attitude.
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in a way, it's the same as it had been before. shut in and sequestered from the world. he stays in his home, can't go out unless his father or brother are with him, pinned down by the excuse of "rehabilitation" and family counseling. like he fucking gives a shit about any of that. ironically, the missions with his father and littlest brother are some balm, letting him vent his frustrations onto the villains and collateral that he faces alongside the heroes. not that the media's ever allowed near him thanks to that dangerous intelligence and wicked tongue of his. he's the literal black sheep of the todoroki family.
it makes this twisted development with shouto a relief. he can't violently hurt his family, but he sure as hell can abuse them in other ways. already made that clear with rejecting fuyumi's attempts to encourage his forgiveness, ignoring natsuo's offers to talk, and refusing to have anything to do with his mother. endeavor gets the brunt of it at least and it's sickening the way the man actually accepts it. to the point where dabi doesn't want to talk to him anymore, hating the way he looks at him like he suddenly now gives a shit about all that he's put him through. it's a lie and he knows it. shouto's the only one...
he falls for the bait each time and toya yanks it away from him like an immature game between the eldest and youngest siblings. but shouto's stubborn about his intentions and continues to come back. annoyed him because he couldn't "get" it in a way, why this stupid little puppet would want to be with him. but how cruel is the world that he's found a modicum of comfort within the hero he couldn't get anywhere else. shouto's the one who finally broke through a little, enough that dabi allows him to get a bit close to him, enough he's allowed himself to "care" in a twisted possessive sort of way. because part of him knows shouto can and will bear it.
things fall away when emotions and thoughts are wiped off the surface by the physical. actions don't lie as easily as words. there are none of those pithy comments or pitying looks when things get physical. why shouto would even want to do something physical with him is almost beyond toya. unless he has a fascination with the grotesque and broken. but after the first time, there'd be no doing back. that drink wet his lips and he couldn't deny the stark craving of its indulgence. to be with someone again, the reality that he's still a human and desires a kind (and sometimes not kind) touch. it is depraved and wrong and that's why dabi has zero issue with sinking into it. imagine the look on their father's face if he saw his prized puppet pressed up close to the hated failure.
those minutes pass before he finally lowers his eyes, finding shouto's scarred face in the dim light. for all he hates about his little brother, there is that similarity... evidence of the abuse their parents heaped on them. something they can somewhat relate to. a soft grunt slips free of his lips when those bony elbows settle on his chest and he tightens up a little before using one arm to knock shouto's arms to either side of his ribs instead, a small growl bubbling under his sternum thanks to those damn hips wiggling around--on purpose--over his lap. no comment on his "attitude".]
S'impossible to rest when you're around. [not at first at least.] What'd ya want to do first? [he doesn't take his eyes off him even as he reaches a hand up to hesitantly brush a thumb through some of shouto's crimson bangs, tip skirting over the scar around his eye.] Talk a bit, or get right down into it?
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it's not so bad when he takes his big brother out with him. while not often, given the rules established by their father, shouto does find himself appreciating the freedom with toya. he likes taking his brother to pick up cold soba from his favorite shop, or hitting up the closest combini. it's not as if he can go too far with his oldest brother. endeavor would throw a bitch fit, and shouto didn't want to cross certain boundaries less he be refused access to his big brother. that would certainly be the worst. although, shouto would easily break that discipline and continue to see toya. he'd argue day and night that toya was opening up to him, even if it's in the form of physical methods.
that shouldn't matter in the end though. toya could do as he wished with him, and shouto will continue to come back. he's already had a taste of this ambrosia and he can't quit. it's a craving, a habit. so bad, yet so good. it can be teased in front of him, and he'll try to take it, even if each time it leaves shouto empty and coming back. natsuo and fuyumi aren't on the same level here, neither is their father or mother. shouto can handle the taunts, the way toya baits him. he was a good little brother. besides, these physical moments are worthwhile. it's attention and affection he never received as a child. the warmth he once had was forced into that mental hospital, leaving shouto to grow up without the love he so wanted. always jealous and yearning as he watched his siblings play as children. never getting to know them. never becoming close to either of them. if anyone can understand the pain of it all, it's toya.
besides, even with the baiting, it's nothing more than what an older brother would do to their younger, right? shouto tells himself that anyway. their other siblings don't receive such treatment like he does. of course, the youngest todoroki would be a bit crossed if they were to be embraced in the physical attention that he desires from toya. he'd be even further heated and impassioned should that possessiveness waver.
his brother's physical appearance doesn't at all deter him. in fact, he sees eye to eye. while not as grotesque, they at least share painful scarring at a young age. it goes further than fascination of broken things and monstrous scars. the taboo behind it all doesn't even help matters, just icing on the cake, honestly. he'll continue to come back for more and more, so long as toya wants it. piece by piece, his big brother can take him apart, and shouto will welcome each touch, each searing taste. whether it's kind or not, he'll handle it all.
there's a huff of amusement that slips from his mouth when forced to not put so much pressure on his brother's chest. it leaves him forced to rest over ribs instead, a bit less comfortable, but he manages. in retaliation, there's more of the way he rocks his hips. and, again, when earned the growl. it was hard to lessen his inner brat. toya is always more attentive when pushed to the limits.]
It's impossible to rest when you're not around.
[he simply argues with. it's practically a nightly ritual to spend his time with his oldest brother before he finds his rest. otherwise, he's left yearning and wanting and needy.
before he can answer his brother's question, the hand coming to caress through hair and scar leave shouto releasing a small sound. he tilts his head into his big brother's touch, quietly asking for more.]
Both? Talk with me while I practice with my mouth. We didn't get to do much of that last time.
sorry about the delay; fridays are usually tfln business; thanks for your patience
things he can easily ignore because he stopped giving a shit about other people a long time ago. it'd be a lie, however, if toya said he didn't give a shit about his youngest brother. it's not the positive shit most people would think, but it's there. when he gets to go out with shouto alone for something a little more clandestine but still active, those are the times dabi feels more free. kept close to his brother, of course, but he liked to stretch the missions or chores or trips out as long as possible, always contemplating escape, but never able too with his quirk sealed against shouto's. of course, the occasional benign outings for soba or combini are... eventually appreciated. he may not say it, but the quiet atmosphere and lack of anger or cutting remarks at least bumps their relationship up to "neutral". a far greater improvement than mortal enemy.
toya's realize a while ago his brother's addicted to him and though he wants to say he's in complete control of that dynamic, he knows he's not. there are small tendrils of desire and uncontained urges as well. a longing he can't get rid of anymore. because shouto's right. these moments between them, immoral and depraved as they are, somehow give them a chance to experience the sort of affection and attention neither of them got as children. being able to sleep beside someone who doesn't consider him a nuisance or hate his very existence (as much) is a sensation he didn't think he'd ever find within these walls. sure, toya got to sleep beside natsuo and fuyumi, but it wasn't the same. the problem and damage was already there, corroded by endeavor's tormenting training. what he gets to have with shouto quickly sank its claws into his flesh and refuses to let go. yeah... he understands what it's like to be alone. stuck on the outside looking in. he's been on both sides of that coin. and neither of them are good.
dabi's expression remains flat and almost disinterested despite his youngest brother propped atop him like this. that amused huff earns a briefest "tch" of annoyance. just because shouto's eight years younger doesn't change the fact he's the same height as toya, he's got solid muscle on him, and his elbows are hard. not something the eldest todoroki child wants digging into his chest. dabi has muscle, but it's thin and his definitions stick close to his bones. villains don't exactly have the nutritional balance those U.A. students have easy access to. he's lanky. and shouto's gonna be a brat.
hips rock once more and this time, he moves his own hips in the barest return of the motion. enough the teenager's gonna feel it, but not enough to really suggest he did more than shift his position. but he's paying attention to him now.]
Bet that makes the nights we're not together suck pretty bad for ya.
[it's not common they're not together before breaking for the night. sometimes toya'll let shouto sleep in his bed, but it's an uncommon occurrence. too much, too close. he repeats the action, hand wandering his fingers through his bangs and his thumb across his scar, just below his turquoise eye. the same as his own. shouto's voice slips into his ear, that small sound, and it settles into his stomach with a guilty pleasure he'll never get over or let go. a tilt of his head asks for more and after some hesitation, dabi lets his hand settle fully on his little brother's face, cupping it. he's not good with gentle gestures; they always feel strange and unusual.]
Depends on what ya wanna talk about.
[especially with shouto using his mouth on him; that makes talking more difficult than it should be. plus toya's not too big on talking about... stuff.]
it's aight. tbh tfln kept me pretty busy too.
naturally, shouto is unsure of toya's feelings regarding their occasional visit outside the family premise. he himself enjoys it, of course. but, then again, he likes all manner of time spent with toya. plus, it does his brother some good to get fresh air. he would stop dragging toya along if he felt his oldest brother was against the idea, but it's the same as always. toya was just...toya. perhaps the best part of it all is sharing some of his likes with his brother. and, well, shouto can hardly resist picking up an ice cream or steamed bun from the combini, depending on his mood. despite unknowing of his brother's feelings on their outings, he does quietly note the atmosphere to be lacking of barking and just honestly...quiet. pleasant.
it's not so bad. this thing. not hurting anyone, right? it's okay to be a little more addicted to his big brother. even if not bonding in a way most siblings do, shouto is at least physically close with toya. the desire isn't anything he's ever experienced, or even wanted before. there's a warmth there, when they're together in bed. it's at his chest, and shouto is sure his heart beats so loudly. he feels both high and drunk, always wanting and needing more. never before was he given such affections, just hard-handed abuse and biting words. between the rough training he was forced into, to the push his father bestowed upon his mother, leaving shouto with a nasty scar over his face. he doesn't blame her. but her motherly affections aren't anything as comforting as receiving the drug that was his oldest brother.
dabi is definitely bony beneath him. despite that, the younger todoroki still finds his brother comfortable to lay up against or on. he doesn't want to break him though. of course, that doesn't mean he won't be a little brat here and there. it's quite the fun pastime, after all.
even if the movement is nothing more than adjustment (as shouto assumes), the youth rocks with it, biting briefly on the inside of his cheek. he wants more. but that would have to come later.]
Mm. I don't like 'em.
[perhaps he should just up and move toya into his room? that would fix all of his issues. however, there are times he needs his space. there are times he assumes toya to feel the same too. plus, if anyone were to become suspicious, they could put a stop to this. shouto wasn't willing to risk it.
greedily, the youth continues to bask in the physical attention, like a cat receiving it's pets. toya even spoils him further, with such a warm hand on his face. it's not a gesture shouto would ask from anyone else. he finally does come to pull away though, as much as he would prefer to keep receiving such attention. he starts to scoot himself down, dragging his hands along with him, until he's at his brother's waistline where his pants rest.]
Whatever is on your mind.
[he hums, not entirely expecting to hear a whole lot. he knows dearly that his brother lacks on the speech department. shouto just wants to hear his voice, honestly. quickly, almost effortlessly, the younger todoroki is able to quickly go about getting through the inference in his way. he pops open the button, the zipper dragged down next. then, twisting his wrist, he slips his hand inside to search and wrap warm fingers around his brother's dick.]
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the abuse from his father and the pitying attempts to console him from his mother are nothing compared to the way shouto touches him. it's not really the touch of a family member, but more someone completely different. taboo and sinful and yet there's comfort in it he can't deny he wants. reaching into his chest, finding the beat of his heart to remind him that he's still made of flesh and blood that hasn't yet burned away to blackened ash. part of him rages over the patheticness of his own self for falling to something like his brother's physical closeness, but even the rage isn't enough to stop him from indulging in what he'd been denied for so much of his childhood. someone who actually cares about him to the point of holding him and bringing him those sensations.
it's really not so bad after all.
as long as shouto's not sticking his elbows in him, he's free to lay on him as he wants. yeah, it'd been kind of annoying to find his brother was obviously healthier than he was when toya return to their family abode. they all were. took several weeks for the villain's malnutrition and hard life to finally start to fade some of it's rough grip on him. definitely wouldn't be as comfortable with his brother lying atop him as he is now way back then. even if he is a shit brat.
another rock of his hips in return for his own and it brings the slightly quirk at the corner of his mouth. shouto's always the needy one despite holding all the power in their little hidden relationship. it's amusing and toya responds with another "accidental" shift of his hips, this time making sure to rub together in a more intimate way.]
Dontcha fucking dare.
[despite being together like this, dabi has no intention of rooming with his little brother. saw right through his thought process to that. he likes his personal space, somewhere he can retreat to that his family (most of them) can't right get into. a place he can somewhat call his own. and yes, he damn well refused to let them remove the shrine of his wake from his room. forced them to keep it here, to remind them and himself that toya died because of them. even as he slept beneath his own proverbial grave, "alive" and "well" to a degree. the irony was far too entertaining to let them remove it. (not that it's survived in a pristine state since he moved back into his room.) but he hasn't destroyed it yet.
guess things are finally picking up and he lets his hand fall to his stomach while shouto scoots down his body. tucking one arm behind his head, his eyes burn down the length of his torso, narrowed upon the other boy descending upon his legs. hands slide down his body after him and he lifts himself into his touch. letting him feel the wrinkled toughness of his burned flesh all over his collar and upper parts of his chest, the staples marking that bunched seam where burn meets healthier skin along his chest, down to the curve of his pectorals and returning once again to the staples before transitioning into another swath of scorched flesh covering his stomach and abs. a patchwork monster under his hands. that's him.]
Hard to think when ya doing this kinda shit to me, sicko.
[even that rude name seems to tinge a little with something more amused, not carrying the bite it would otherwise have. while his speech is just fine, it's the lack of topic that seems to trip him up. what the hell does he talk to his family about that isn't scathing attacks or hateful reminders and devilish taunts? he's never had reason to simply "talk" to them for so long. shouto... is trying to pull some of that out of him, but it's hard and uncomfortable or both of them.]
What'd ya do with your little friends yesterday?
[honestly the only topic toya can always fall back on. the snap of a button sags the fly of his jeans around his narrow hips and his breath slides free in a low anticipation as shouto drags his zipper down in one easy motion. should feel gross that his own brother's down there pulling his dick out of his pants--and he does feel gross--but that's ironically one of the perks. lips part and he runs his tongue across his upper teeth when warm fingers slide into his pants and wrap around his cock. maybe he should be grateful he hasn't yet burned his dick to scarred purple. yet. so far he's not pierced it, but he's given some thought to it. it's always a gamble on which hand his little brother's going to touch him with first: the warm or the cool.]
sorry for taking so long. you've been keeping me busy with hawks lol.
catching the look on his brother's lips, the younger chews on the inside of his mouth. he can't help how needy he is, how he's become like this for toya. a soft moan stifles though, when his brother rolls his hips up again. he's almost too focused on the strain growing in his pants that he barely pays attention to the older's remark.]
I won't.
[he tries to bite back the whine in his tone, trying to come off as less needy and more his aloof self. shouto understands though, the need for being alone. it's already perfect enough to sleep with toya where he can, when allowed. sometimes, the younger forces himself to either spend more time with his friends or his other siblings when he wants to give toya his time by himself. of course, that also means he's feeling more deprived by the time he returns to toya's bed. and, if shouto is being honest with himself, he's seen the mess here. he doesn't want to live in it day to day.
while he crawls down the length of his oldest brother's body, shouto purposely touches gently along the staples and raw, burnt flesh. it's intriguing to the younger, the feeling of the flesh under his fingertips. so similar yet a bit different than his own. so much more. his brother is a living zombie back from the dead, and shouto can't get enough of him. all patchwork and striking, stroking the interest of the unusual within the younger.
mismatched eyes flicker up when his brother speaks up again, and the younger rolls his eyes, allowing his hands to stop their adventure in fondling the patches of scarred skin and gleaming staples.]
I told you before, we can always stop this. You never have to indulge me, big brother.
[he hums, leaning his mouth down to kiss below toya's navel. despite the insult, shouto doesn't take it as such. he's become accustomed to his brother's words, especially when they're alone together like this. by now, he can tell there's no heat there.]
I trained for a little bit with Bakugou. I know you and I usually train, but dad was gone all day. And, I want to get my quirk to be as hot as yours, so I asked Bakugou to come over.
[but really, it was more bitching than anything from his irate friend. that's nothing new for the dual-haired youth. as shouto starts to explain, his left hand, the warmer, gently tugs and frees his brother's cock out in the open. no scarring here. he idly wonders though, if it were scarred purple, would toya be able to use this part of him. and if he could, what would the staples feel like on the inside if shouto fucked himself with it?]
I met Midoriya at a cafe after Bakugou left, and we worked on an assignment for school after. He asked about you again too.
[he states the last few words with a cold breath over the head of toya's cock, before shouto drags an extra warm tongue along the slit. salty. bitter. taste was unusual, but the younger didn't mind. he gives another experimental lick before his mouth parts further and he swallows down the tip, suckling as he tucks some hair behind his hair. slowly from there, shouto devours more, caring to keep his throat relaxed and tongue flat. he's still a bit inexperienced, only getting the chance to practice with toya or by a few other means. the taste of semen was his biggest obstacle before, but shouto has managed to bypass his aversion of the taste. now the struggle was his gag reflex and little experience.]
oops! not. it's all good! big tags like these are good one a day~ ya write lovely
thankfully the room suggestion's cleared up before there's any chance for things to break into a growling argument. much rather hear shouto whine like that. part of him finds his needy little brother annoying, even infuriating, but another part has accepted it. sleeping with his own flesh and blood is a taboo he hadn't thought much of until it actually started to happen. one part disgusting, one part vindictively amazing. what would their father think if he ever found his perfect creation getting ravaged by the filthy failure? probably the only reason toya would even consider outing their relationship... but it's not enough of a reason to actually make him do it. he knows they're on borrowed time, but hell with it. keep it in the shadows for as long as they can because it's kind of fun to skulk around behind their family's backs.
every movement seems to prick along his body with one sensation after another, the diluted ones when shouto touches his burns and the oversensitive-by-comparison ones when his brother touches his normal skin. it's a silent mark in the youngest sibling's favor that he's never shied from dabi's scars or treated them as if they were disgusting. he knows they are, the wrinkled burned purple with those staples crudely locking the two "sides" of his body together along the ugly seams. not the first time he's been called a "zombie" for plenty of reasons. but apparently shouto finds a mixture of fascination and affection in that and toya honestly doesn't know how to commit to a certain reaction. sometimes he hates it, sometimes it means the world. probably why he doesn't mind touching shouto's burn scar either, might even deliberate on it once or twice when they're making out.
it sounds so strange in his ears even now, hearing his little brother refer to him as "big brother" out in the open. so used to him calling him dabi or toya, the sudden familiarity in the honorific makes the eldest todoroki feel... lost and dirty. not something he hates, nah, cause it kind of makes the taboo of this all the more alluring. not something he all that much likes either, because he's got an issue with "family" already. but this time, he doesn't react much more before scoffing at the suggestion that they stop this, even if it is accompanied by an annoyed twitch of his leg when shouto stops touching him like that.]
Ya know that won't work. We already tried to stop.
[a few times. never stuck. they're in this deep now and there's no climbing out for either of them on their own. he's fine with it that way. toya's breath drifts out as lips find his skin under his navel, not reacting much until shouto crosses the threshold of scar to clear. that's what cuts his air and his stomach tenses from the sensation, narrow abs hardening as his stomach dips a little. doesn't help when his voice starts to fan that warm breath across his skin the further down he goes. dabi's not sure why he puts up with hearing about shouto's friends, but it's a safer topic than discussing their family. maybe a tiny sliver of him is glad his little brother escaped and got to live a semi-normal life. made friends...]
Ya'll never get it hot as mine. Ya don't have the drive for it.
[if there's anything dabi can take pride about in his wretched life, is his blue flames. in a league far removed from even his own father's. fanned by all his complex and roaring emotions, desperation, elation, pleas, and hatred, no one in his family will ever get as hot as him. they all lack the feelings needed. (in his opinion. not that he'd be surprised if some day his little brother took the only thing uniquely "toya's" from him too...) thoughts for another time.]
That kid's still as mouthy as ever, huh?
[why wouldn't he be? blondie's an explosion embodied. from his hair down to his quirk and temperament. toya drops his head back on the pillow as shouto pulls his dick from his pants and leaves him free to the air. fuck, he's missed this. waited for it. thank god he hasn't burned his dick off. least he gets to have some mercy there. if it was burned like so much of him, who knows if he'd still be able to use it. probably, but it'd be a pain each time. not sure he'd staple it though... of course that depended on where it starts to peel. he'd guess around the base, so a staple semblance of a cock ring? not something he wants to experience, thanks. if shouto wants some better thrills, talk dabi into getting some dick piercings. probably wouldn't be hard to accomplish.]
Fuckin nosy. What'd ya--ngh! ... tell him?
[okay, if there's one thing he always likes, it's when shouto cools him down. that cold breath over his dick feels amazing. while his body's naturally resistant to the cold, he can still feel it thanks to the heat inside. it's less like shouto's putting cold on him and more like he's turning down the hot under his skin. fucking relief. then the little shit's got to play with the temperature and lick a dragon tongue over his glans. toya grits his teeth and one hand curls in the sheets as a few drops of precum eagerly well from the slit. likes that too... go figure his fucked up body would enjoy temperature play, and his little brother's the embodiment of that kink.
another lick and lips wrap around him and dabi rolls his head to the side, eyes closing as a low groan bleeds from his mouth. that feels so damn good. not just his lips around him, but the gentle swish of his brother's bangs on his groin. taking him deeper into his mouth, tongue flush to the underside of his dick and already relaxing his throat.]
Ya gettin better at this, Shouto... Think ya can take the entire thing this time?
Komaru | Danganronpa
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