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fablesofkitkat · 2 years

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(18+) extra pov: domestic moments at 5:00 AM with Enji

genre: nsfw

minors do not interact

synopsis: what if instead of Rei, it was you who married Endeavor? early conversations with Enji.

I don't know how you do it, making love out of nothing at all

-Air supply

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You stretch yourself on the bed as you wake up, pulling a muscle on your foot. The pain is instantaneous, resulting to your curled position. Are you that old? Getting cramps from a simple stretch? You couldn't contain the groan and whimper escaping from your lips. This wakes the sleeping giant beside you.

"...whuzwrong?" his voice sleepy and gruff.

"Foot cramps."

His eyebrows scrunched up and with eyes still closed, he sits up. His hand padded its way blindly to your thigh, squeezing for a second and he props up your leg to his lap. He attempts to grab your foot.

"Don't you dare—" you warned Enji.

His hand is large enough to make your feet small. He cradles your aching foot and gently flexed it. Relief flooded you. The pain seeped away. "This is new. Have you been wearing tight shoes?"

"No."

"...are you sure? Your feet size grew after you had Shoto."

The heat in his palms enveloped your foot and you sighed in contentment. "I'm sure."

"Maybe you're low on potassium, go see a doctor." He mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed. Enji placed both his palms on either side of your foot, gently pulling the right side of the foot forward while pushing the left side back, then left side forward and right side backward; he repeats the twisting motion, working his hands from ankle to toes.

"No, you go see a doctor. You're long overdue for a check-up too." You feel drowsy once more.

"It's Touya who needs a check-up. His new burns looked terrible despite the hero suit you invested in."

Your eyes narrowed. "What new burns?"

His eyes snapped open at his slip-up. The grimacing look he put on made the misplaced anger in you fade. Damn, this crusty old man. When did he get so adorable?

You looked heavenward and thought of your eldest. You never thought you'd consider about whooping his butt, but here you are. "What am I gonna do with Touya? Why can't he be moderate with his quirk."

"There are new heroes every day. Someone will be faster than Touya. Or wiser. Or stronger. He thinks he needs his chance in being Number One has a limited time window. It won't be long til he starts to feel the ache in his knees, feel the clunkiness of his movement, or notice how fatigue comes easy to him as he grows old. Since he was a kid, it didn't matter how much he bruised himself up to complete a day's training."

"Sounds like someone I know." You lift your arms up at him, inviting him to press himself into a hug.

His head rests on your chest while his arms lift your back so he could hug your waist. Your legs are apart to make room for him and then finally, he rolls his body with you lying on top of him.

"Fuyumi also worries me." Enji opens up; his hand is on your hip, the other on your back.

You look at your husband, propping your elbows up on his chest while your chin rests on your knuckles. "Why? Did something happen to Yumi??" Your forehead creased in worry.

"Don't you ever wonder why our daughter hasn't brought anyone for us to meet?"

"Like a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?"

"Yes." The grudge in that word did not go unheard.

You grin at his sour-puss expression. "One, you're very intimidating. Two, speak for yourself. How do you know I haven't met her special someone?"

"You did?"

"Well, not formally. There were no introductions. It was just me seeing them one time at the movies."

"You were at the movies without me?" His tone accusing.

"It was the time you left in the middle of our date." You sit up on his stomach, knees astride. You poke a finger at his chest. "You know I never watch a movie without you, there's no one to sleep with me."

His hands creep to cup your ass and you think none of it. You try not to. You and Enji are in your late 40s. You're in that weird phase where you try to second guess suggestive touches because of age. Will this lead to sex? Or not? You and Enji are a bit old so maybe not. Sometimes you and Enji don't feel like it but the habit sticks. It's comforting.

"You ever think of things we do while we go about our day?" asked Enji. He lifts you up a little for him to sit and he gets to makeout with you.

"All the time." You admitted, breaking away from his lips. You go back for more, your tongue felt small compared to Enji's.

"I'd be on patrol and remember your moans, or how wet you get grinding on my lap like right now." His kisses are controlled, not sloppy. For now.

You absentmindedly ground your hips on his thighs. Arms around his neck, a hand raking through his hair and the other scratching at the back of his neck. "I touch myself whenever..." You kiss his cheek, and proceeded to whisper in his ear. "But it's not enough— my fingers are too small and I miss you inside."

Enji has moved on to your neck while his hands pull your pajama pants along with your panties down to your ankles; you move a hand to wiggle them off. You thought wearing pajamas would help you and Enji refrain from sexual activities. It was a futile attempt.

"Can you imagine how warm and wet you are?" He suckled on a spot on your collarbone, stubbornly grabbing a bit of your skin to nibble. "What it does to me?" He palms your slit and the feel of his thick fingers that could just slip inside, gave you tingles. "It's a flood down here."

You bite the inside of your cheek, his smug smile makes you wanna smile too. "You started massaging my foot."

"Ah, so the noises you made were intentional." He pressed his lips on yours, his tongue winning and reaching the roof of your mouth.

You rub against his calloused hand wanting a finger to slip inside. When your silent plea is ignored, you push Enji down. Kissed his lips once, nails scratching from his chin, to his hears, down his neck, his furred chest to his stomach, edging the garter of his boxers. You tug his tank top upwards up to his chest. You smiled prettily, "Bet you make a noise before I'm done with you."

"Bet I could." Of course he won't back down.

You make him bite at his tank top and then proceeded to feel at his chest, the crisp curly hairs always felt good against your naked skin. You leaned down, laying kisses on his puffy pectorals. Kami, his chest looked bigger than yours. His nipples are tantalizing enough for you to bite and nibble.

His hand come up to his mouth to cover but you noticed. You raise an eyebrow at him.

Reluctantly, he brings it down and settle to gripping the sheets or a pillow.

His hard-on has been poking your ass so you settled your pussy on it directly, separated only by his boxers as you began to grind. Your hand trace lazy circles on his chest while you sucked at either nipples, the action addicting and rewarding with his hardening and squirming. The tip of his cock is peeking out of his garter and it felt so good against your cunt.

You rolled your hips chasing the feeling. He tugs down his boxers and fell into your rhythm, rubbing each other like a pair of horny teenagers.

It felt ridiculous. And forbidden. It made every sensation hotter. Even the noises. You stop grinding and you knew it almost made Enji groan in frustration.

You grab his shaft, smearing the precum on your entrance. Getting stretched out was something you savored these days and midway, Enji stopped you. He lifts you up and reached over the bedside table to grab the lube for his cock.

You're bombarded by mixed emotions. It stung your pride to need the lubricant but at the same time, your heart is soft and malleable because Enji remembered what the doctor said. "Fuck." Your eyes teared up.

His mouth lets go of his tank top. "What's wrong?"

"You know, I just—" You try to gather up your thoughts. "I don't blame you if you cheat on me for a younger woman. I don't want my body to stop making it feel good for you, but here I am."

Enji's arm is under your knees, and the other on your back, cradling you on his lap once more; you're very much aware of his lubed up, very much hard, dick pressing against your hips but he treated his lust unimportant and proceeded to kiss the side of your head. "You took it as that? For me, it stabs my pride to need lubricant. It's as seem like my skills is not enough to make you feel good as before."

"You're fine without the lube. It's me. I'm getting old and gets hurt without it for sex."

"Exactly. You'll be hurt without it. It's not like we can't fuck."

"Yeah, but isn't it a hassle for you?" You cross your arms, and let the tears flow freely. You wish you could wipe them away with the back of your hand but pretty sure the prototype humans on your hands would give you eye infection.

He chuckles and pressed another kiss on your hair. "It's pouring liquid on my dick, how much hassle could it be?"

"But it'd be easier if I was younger."

"Yes but I won't trade an old woman like you for a younger woman."

You slap his chest. "Hey!"

Enji laughs. Another kiss. "Fine. I won't trade my young wife for a much younger woman."

"I'm sorry for ruining the mood." You lean against his chest.

"You didn't ruin anything."

You give him a chaste kiss on the lips and then you put your weight against Enji so both you and him fall on the bed sideways. You press your ass at him and he slipped inside you, moving a little to bury his full length. He pressed himself closer, spooning you in his form.

"I have never imagined starting over with someone." Enji says after a few moments. "I cannot. To find someone new, or to break our marriage is the same as starting all over again. I cannot be without you."

You grab his hand and kissed the back of it. "Me too."

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AN: So sorry for edging you guys. This is your author speaking, I'm not stuck with you in this Endeavor hellhole. You're stuck with ME.

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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Todoroki Enji - Endeavor

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, fantasy AU, orc ! Enji, Elf ! darling, size difference, exhibitionism, public sex, humilation, race war between orcs and elfs

fem reader

Thinking about Orc ! Enji taking the pretty elven princess as his little pleasure-pet after winning the war between their races…

You don’t even know the language, but you know that it’s you the big men around the table are laughing at when you’re eased down on his lap. Uselessly crying while his fat cock bullies its way inside your pretty little cunt.

His hand is large enough to reach around your entire neck, while yours can't even reach around one of his fat fingers, let alone do anything at all with enough power to stop him. But though he’s very able to pop your head clean off, his hand settles for simply collaring you – squeezing your throat for fun, but more in an effort to keep you still as he aims himself against your taut opening.

And you’re sweating just from the fear of it despite the many failed attempts of breaching you – you know he's not going to stop trying until it's done. Able to peek down at the towering monstrosity, how it's blushed red and wet and swollen to a size bigger than your arm, rubbing itself against your slit, making you shake at the friction – feeling his thick ridges and veins catch on your clit where it grows even bigger and thicker against your stomach.

His other hand holds your thigh up, showing everyone how his cockhead smudges a kiss into your pussy-lips before finally pressing the fat bulb inside you – making you wince with wet cries as he slowly forces every last meaty inch inside your pretty elven pussy until he’s made a proud belly bulge protruding from your body as though he’s put a baby in you already.

You can only guess that he’s the leader – the way everyone pounds their fist on the table, cheering and hollering once he has himself bottomed out inside you. Your eyes lazy with tears as you pant with moans, gulping for breath with your little pink tongue lolled out like a dumb bitch in heat – chin resting on his thick pointer finger where drool starts dribbling down from the corner of your mouth.

He feels you go completely slack and lets go of your throat, laying you against his chest instead. You would have barreled over if it weren’t for how your hands had been tied together and hung around his strong neck like a necklace, keeping you there – pretty tits heaving with sweat – cute things, smaller than his balls.

He picks up your other thigh, spreading them wide – showing everyone how good he stuffs your cunt – lifting you up and down the length – making you feel torn in two where you clench around him in hopes of staying whole. Moaning like a brazen slut with tears spilling down your cheeks and drool running down your chin, making everyone there coo and chuckle – grinning at the sight of their leader making a bitch out of the pretty elven princess whose kingdom they’d just conquered.

You’re just his dumb little cock-pet from now on – chained to his bed and made to take care of his needs every time he gives your collar a tug. And it's the same with all your pretty brothers and sisters – put in cages to please his army while they plunder more of your land and round the rest of you up – only for every last one of you to be subjugated to the same cruel fate.

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luxthestrange · 2 months

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BNHA Incorrect quotes#6 Flirt with your dad-

Anti-Hero Y/n who was Touya's friend back UA, Both of you after a fight...but after couple of hours you both got too tired and sat down on a bench and scroll thru your phone for nearby restaurants

Anti-Hero!Y/n: Hey, do you like chicken?

Dabi: Not really...

Anti-Hero!Y/n: And curry?

Dabi: Not much...Maybe let's eat at your place?

Anti-Hero!Y/n: Then you’re not gonna like what I did

Dabi: What? You made chicken curry?

Anti-Hero!Y/n*Showing him a picture of you in bed with a sleeping Enji beside you hugging you from behind* Nah, I f*cked your dad there...

Dadi:...YOU BITCH-

youtube

Anti-hero y/n energy with the todoroki family-

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frickingnerd · 11 months

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meeting the todoroki's

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader (+todoroki family)

summary: shoto takes you to a family dinner to make your relationship public, after months of dating in secret...

shoto and you had been dating for quite a while now, yet your relationship was a bit of an open secret. he didn't mind mentioning you to his friends and wasn't shy to tell them he was in a relationship with you, but his family hadn't heard a single word about you yet. they didn't even know you were a friend of shoto's, until you came home with him for dinner one weekend.

shoto didn't introduce you when he arrived at his house, purposefully refraining from putting a label on his relationship with you. he waited until everyone sat at the dinner table – natsu, fuyumi, enji and shoto and you – until he started to shift towards the topic you two had came here for today.

"so, y/n and i wanted to tell you all something…"

everyone's eyes were on shoto, hoping that what came next would be good news. god knows this family didn't need any more drama.

"we've been dating for a while now… i just didn't want to tell you all right away, but i'm ready now…"

shoto was being blunt as ever, holding nothing back. there was a quiet moment in which natsu and fuyumi exchanged glances, before fuyumi was the first one to speak up.

"i'm really happy for you, shoto. you deserve to be with someone nice and y/n has made a great impression so far! right, dad?"

fuyumi glared at her father, just wanting him to be nice for once and agree with them. enji was still chewing on his food slowly, glaring at you and shoto. it felt like forever until he swallowed and spoke up.

"right… though you could've mentioned something earlier, shoto! well, as long as a relationship won't distract you from your school work, then i suppose i don't mind…"

that must've been the nicest thing shoto had heard in a while from his father. he was quite glad he was holding back on you. or maybe he just hadn't found anything to criticize yet.

"are you going to tell mom about it too?"

natsu asked and shifting the topic a little.

"i plan to. i've already sent her a letter, but whenever they'll let me visit her, i'll bring y/n along!"

shoto hadn't been very excited about telling his father about your relationship, but he wanted his mother to get to know you! he just had to wait for a chance to get to meet her again…

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black-aurora-nora · 1 year

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New Baby Pt. 2 | Yandere!Todoroki Family x Reader

Quiet sobs could be heard from behind the door of the room you now slept in.

Enji had thought you'd be more understanding and compliant if you received a letter and 'paperwork' showing that your parents had given the Todoroki's legal guardianship over you.

However, to his shock, that only seemed to upset you more.

You asked him to leave the room in such a thin, sullen voice that he couldn't help but oblige.

Now he, and the rest of the family, were sitting at the dinner table watching their food go cold.

Your seat was still empty.

All eyes were on Enji, wondering what the next move was.

"I'll... I'll get (Y/N) out of her room by lunchtime," He said. "Even if she's still upset."

Rei nodded, shifting her attention to her kids, "And make sure that everyone is extra nice today. (Y/N) has obviously felt some big feelings and I don't want her to get too overwhelmed like yesterday. Understood?"

Three nods and Rei smiled back in answer, "Good."

When it was time for lunch, just like Enji had said, he got you out of your room.

Everyone's hearts crumbled at the sight of you. Your eyes were puffy underneath and red. It was obvious all you did today was cry your heart out.

At the table, you were seated between Enji and Rei.

You could feel everyone staring at you while you tried to eat.

When you couldn’t take the staring anymore, you put your utensils down, unable to make eye contact as you asked, “How long will I be staying here?”

“There’s no telling.” Enji answered firmly, “If your parents can get back on their feet, they will come back and get you.”

You shuffled in your seat slightly. “How long will that take?”

“Let’s not discuss this over dinner, sweetheart.” Reid’s voice cut in.

There was no need for you to keep thinking about your old parents anyway. It made you too upset. She’d be a much better mommy anyhow. You’d see soon enough and would forget all about your other mom.

After dinner, Fuyumi took you to the shower room.

“Here, you get the use the shower before the dirty boys do.” She smiled kindly.

She made sure you had the proper necessities and even let you pick out whatever body wash you wanted from her personal collection.

You liked how kind she was. It was nothing like Enji, who was always towering over you and bleeding with intimidation.

“Just shout if you need something.” She told you and left you alone.

A nice wash and soak was a good start to bettering your mood. Maybe you could ask Enji or Rei if you could call your parents tomorrow to get a better idea of the situation.

It wasn’t like them to just leave a letter.

Wrapped in a towel, you strolled back to your room to find Rei sitting on your bed.

Beside her was a pair of expensive-looking silk pajamas.

She smiled at you despite the uncomfortable look on your face, “I hope you don’t mind that I picked out some pajamas for you. We bought these for you last minute.” She explained coolly.

She stood up, “We can go shopping this week to get you your own clothes, how does that sound, (Y/N)?” She tilted her head at you, waiting for an answer.

You clutched the towel closer to your body, “What about my old clothes?”

She chuckled at you, as if you’d said something silly.

“You don’t need to worry about that. New clothes never hurt anybody.”

You supposed that was true. It would probably be nice to get out.

You walked over to the pajamas and then looked over at Rei. Why hadn’t she left yet?

She didn’t seem to be taking the hint and threw you a concerned glance, “What’s wrong? Do you need my help?”

You immediately shook your head, “No!” You yelped. “I-I need privacy, please… Mrs. Todoroki.”

“Oh! Of course you do!” How could Rei have forgotten? You were a big girl. Of course you could dress yourself.

She left the room, standing right outside in case you needed help at any point.

Once you had your pajamas on, you had to admit that they felt quite nice. The silk was soft and smooth. It was comfortably cool against your skin as well.

At some point as you finished getting ready for bed, you gasped sharply when you banged your hand against the counter of the vanity in your room.

Rei burst into the room.

"Did you hurt yourself?!" Rei asked, panic clear in her voice. She reached out for your hand and you yanked it back, "Let mama see, (Y/N)," She told you sternly.

You flinched at the word.

Mama.

You looked at her as if she'd grown another head and frowned deeply, "You... You're not my mom, Mrs. Todoroki."

Rei looked so upset at that declaration that you would've thought you'd shot her.

You could see that she was incredibly hurt by what you'd said but she masked it with a smile, chuckling to herself, "Right, of course I'm not... Force of habit."

After an awkward goodnight, she left your room disheartened.

Enji was waiting for her in their shared room, arms crossed with a frown. “What the hell is wrong with you, woman?!”

Rei flinched back, “I jus-“

“You’re moving too fast, is what you’re doing! Stop forcing yourself on her! Do you want her to hate you?”

“No, Enji, I don’t.”

“Then slow down. I had to pay a good amount to get guardianship of (Y/N). We can’t mess this up because you can’t control yourself.”

Rei kept her head down, “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ll apologize to (Y/N) tomorrow.”

Enji huffed approvingly, laying down in his bed and turning over.

This wasn’t going to be easy for either one of you.

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inkykeiji · 5 days

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are we having fun yet?

characters: todoroki touya, todoroki enji warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest (adoptive siblings), rough sex, tw enji, fem!reader, toxic relationships (possessiveness, jealousy, touya’s just very mean) words: 1.7k

From the moment you stepped through the estate door, you’ve always been the princess of the family; babied to the point of patronization, pampered to the point of spoiled brat, rotten right to your sugary core.

The Todoroki family’s cherished little charity case, orphaned by a building Endeavor had failed to catch when you were only five years old, welcomed into his arms and his family and his big, big home.

His.

Everyone loved you instantly, took to you like a swarm of maggots to a piece of fresh, ripe fruit—swathed you in adoration, gorged themselves on your sweet flesh, consumed your seeds and planted you in their hearts, let you take root, fester, grow.

Except for Touya, who, despite his big age at eleven years old—a whole six years older than you—developed a lifelong penchant for yanking on your pigtails or braids just to hear you yelp out that pretty Touya-nii!, filtered through a cutely scrunched pout.

Everyone still loves you, even well into adulthood, desperate to aid you, to wait on you hand and foot, to take care of the poor little orphaned girl.

Except for Touya.

Because Touya loves you even more than everyone else. Touya loves you the most.

He wouldn’t be so goddamn mean if he didn’t.

But regardless of how precious you are to all of the Todorokis, you are not perfect.

And there is one teensy, tiny, slightly distasteful habit you just can’t seem to kick.

It’s a habit you developed when you were just a child, only a few months into officially being a Todoroki.

It’s a habit you should’ve grown out of by now—any respectable young woman would have, at this point.

It’s a habit you’ve been spoken to about several times—but, evidently, nothing quite seems to stick.

It isn’t normal for a fully grown adult to jump into her father’s arms like that, Fuyumi had tried to explain gently, eyes brimming with sympathetic pity. It isn’t entirely appropriate.

Maybe not. But you’re not entirely sure you care.

Because you just can’t help it, legs taking off the moment you hear Daddy’s engine cut, bare feet padding down the hallway as Daddy’s boots collide with the cobblestone walkway, rounding the foyer corner just as he’s stepping through the front door, barrelling into his waiting arms with a syrupy sweet squeal of Daddy! sounding in your throat.

“Hey, princess,” he’s saying as he catches you, hoists you up by your armpits and cradles you to his body, large hands strong and secure beneath your bum. “How’s Daddy’s girl?”

A routine procedure, question murmured out like clockwork, but you never tire of it.

“Better, now that you’re home,” you sigh into him, legs wrapped around his waist and arms twined around his neck, resting your head on his broad shoulder as you stare up at him.

The familiar scent of sandalwood tickles your nose, infused with notes of dirt and rubble and a hint of sweat, and you breathe it in deeply, desperate to fill your lungs with it, that Dad Aftershave that never seems to fade, no matter how long or ruthless his shift was.

Your ribs stretch, strain, press into Daddy’s strong chest, and he chuckles, the sound rumbling warmly against you.

He knows what you’re doing.

“Trying to inhale me?” he asks, but amusement streaks his tone, crystal eyes melty and lidded as they stare down at you, a small smile on his lips.

With an embarrassed little squeak, you nod, burrowing your burning face into his shoulder, Enji laughing again; gentle, soft, full of love.

“Y’jus smell really good, s’all,” you mumble into him. “You smell like home, Daddy.”

“Even all sweaty and icky from work?”

“Even all sweaty and icky from work,” you confirm with a lethargic nod, thighs tightening around his thick waist, desperate to hug him closer.

Droplets of exertion still adorn his neck, little beads glittering delicately in the setting sunlight spilling through the front windows in large beams of gold. With content humming in your throat, you nuzzle your cheek into his damp skin, smearing his sweat across your flesh, letting it seep into your tissues, forcefully marking yourself with his scent.

“That’s gross, dad. I don’t know why you let her do that to you.” A smooth, dark voice sounds behind you, two pairs of eyes snapping to the source.

Touya.

Leaning against the cased opening, he smirks—a cruel little curl up of his lips, sharp and void of mirth—his arms crossed loosely over his chest in practiced apathy.

Sapphire eyes skim down your knotted bodies slow and languid, appraising, degrading, before climbing back up to meet your own stare, blue flames licking around his pupils.

“It’s not right,” he continues. He’s talking to Daddy, but his eyes haven’t left your own, the inferno blazing in his irises so bright you’re sure it’ll leave sunspots blooming in your vision.

It hurts, but you won’t bow, you won’t break—not here, not now, not for him.

With decided defiance, you trail the tip of your nose along the sharp edge of your father’s jaw—slow, soft, sensual—planting a chaste kiss to the strong, defined hinge, steadily holding your eldest brother’s unblinking gaze.

Oh, Touya knows what you’re doing.

And, oh, Touya fucking hates it.

Something sours his face, twists his features into a bitter wince—anger, or heartache, or both, morphing his handsomeness into something ugly, stained with envy.

“Oh, Touya,” Enji dismisses with a grumble and a roll of his eyes. “Can’t a father hug his little girl when he comes home? What’s the issue with that?”

“Jesus Christ, you can’t be serious,” Touya snorts, and it’s caustic, gnawing through the heavy atmosphere. “Your ‘little girl’ is a grown fucking woman. It’s weird.”

It’s wrong.

“Touya’s got a point, Enji,” Rei says as she rounds the corner, lips pressed in a flat, thin line. “Sweetheart,” her eyes find yours, mouth stretching into a small, tight smile, straining beneath the pressure of contrived cordiality. “We talked about this.”

Brow furrowing, your eyes swap between their faces. “But I’m—I was just—”

But it’s no use trying to explain; they’ve already made up their minds, already sentenced you to damnation, ice and slate scrutinizing, suffocating as their combined stares weigh down on you.

A garbled noise hitches in your throat, something that sounds suspiciously similar to unfair as you untangle yourself from your Daddy, Enji’s large hands aiding in the task, setting you down onto the hardwood floor gently.

A precious moment, smashed to bits by hard jealousy.

An apologetic ruffle of your hair, his palm so massive it practically encases the entire top of your head—sorry, kiddo—and then he’s off, stalking down the hallway for a much-anticipated shower to wash the grime of the day from his skin, his wife following close to his side, hissing out reproaches, fragments of their conversation—discourage and indulge and shouldn’t—slicing your ears.

“You always ruin everything,” you spit at your brother, the moment both of your parents are out of view.

“That so?” he gazes down at you with polished impassivity, sapphire lidded but scorching—but you know him better than that, you know him the best.

“Yeah, that is so,” you seethe. “It’s so unfair that you get to fuck anything that moves but I’m not even allowed to give our father a simple hug.”

Disgust screws up his face, but it’s tinged with desolation, the implication sewn into your words loud and clear—if you could, if Daddy would let you, you’d fuck him, too.

Whether or not that’s true, whether or not it’s just a tactic to hurt him, doesn’t matter. The fact that you’re even making the implication itself is enough.

And Touya knows better than most that these little quips, razored little insults spit between siblings, always have a glimmer of truth to them.

“There’s nothing simple about that ‘hug’—if that’s what you want to call it.” The words are acrid, stinging his tongue, but his voice cracks, eroded by emotion.

“What would you call it?”

“You should be ashamed,” he continues, ignoring your question.

“Why? It’s just an innocent—”

“Innocent?” he scoffs, eyebrows raising with sardonic surprise. “It’s indecent. Winding around our father like that, climbing him like he’s a fucking tree—” His face puckers, the thought venom in his mouth, head shaking in disapproval.

“Maybe you’re just jealous,” you say, lifting your nose with a haughty air of superiority, eyes gleaming with the thrill of the kill. “Huh? Jealous that I touch Daddy like that so freely, jealous that I like Daddy better than I like you.”

Poor Daddy, used as a toy, a tool to wield against your big brother—the only foolproof weapon in your arsenal, the only surefire way to hurt Touya, to guarantee you get what you’re so desperately vying for.

Daddy’s Little Girl always gets what she wants—consciously or not, Daddy makes sure of that.

Touya smirks in response; nothing more than a lopsided twitching of his lips, the hellfire in his eyes flaring, a spark of terror zipping through your veins. Huffing out the ghost of a laugh through his nostrils—humourless, bleak—his tongue runs along his front teeth, sucking hard, eyes narrowed.

You know what that means, too.

You’ll pay for that remark later tonight, face shoved into your eldest brother’s pillows, cotton wedged between your teeth as his hips smack your ass and his cock pounds your cervix and his fingers tighten around your wrists, yanking back with every plunging thrust forward, using them as leverage, your muscles pulled taut and aching.

And that’ll just be the start. He won’t stop until his pillow is thoroughly soaked with you—your tears, your spit, your sweat, drying in hard crusts of salt—until you’re sobbing out his honorific, twined so beautifully with messy apologies, the only words your stupid little brain can comprehend, until your cute little cunt has been fucked raw, split open by his thick cock over and over and over again, stuffed so full of your big brother’s cum that it’s oozing past his shaft in dribbles of cream.

He won’t stop until your body is mangled and marred with him, dark splotches of broken blood vessels and scabby molds of his teeth reminding you of who you truly belong to.

And then, he’ll fuck you some more.

Your Welcome Home ritual won’t be the only thing your big brother is ruining tonight.

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya x you #todoroki touya smut #todoroki enji x reader #(implied but sTILL)#todoroki enji x you #endeavor x reader #inky.dabi #inky.touya #tw:pseudocest #tw:enji #LMAO

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nightfall-kachiniko · 1 year

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NO BECAUSE MIRKO FUCKS AROUND WITH HAWKS ALL THE TIME- SHELL BE LIKE-

Mirko: “ENDEAVOR DEAD AT 49”

Hawks: “NOOOOOAAAAA🦅🦅🦅”

#hawks headcanons #hawks #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha hawks #hawks scenarios #my hero academia hawks #jealous hawks #hawks smut #bnha hawks #boku no hero academia hawks #mha keigo takami #keigo takami headcanons #pro hero mirko #mirko x reader #bnha mirko #endeavor mha #enji todoroki

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robinsomega · 1 year

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yeah... i'm sucking and fucking my way through this family.... the things i would do if left alone in a room with any of them. whew

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thecuriousquest · 3 months

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Yandere’s Favorite Kind of Toys - MHA Edition

TW: NSFW, sex toys, sex, BDSM/BDSM gear, Dom!Yandere x Sub!Reader

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Bakugou, Shoto- rope and paddles, no doubt about it. They love a good binding to tie you up with so that you can’t go anywhere, and what compliments bondage? Something to spank your ass raw with.

Aizawa, Mic, Enji- vibrators and gags; whether the vibrator goes inside of you or on your clit, they love to watch you turn into a shaky little mess. Something else that turns them on is watching your cries turn out muffled from the ball gag shoved none too gently in your mouth and locked behind your head. Now the real fun can begin.

Keigo, Kirishima, Denki- candle wax and hand cuffs; the heat stimulation drives you to writhe around a lot. They have to keep you still somehow. Why not use handcuffs as a means to keep you from getting too far?

Dabi- chastity belts and spreader bars; he’s got a kink for virgins, but he also wants to control your sexual life outside of the bedroom. Also, you move too much, trying to push your knees together out of embarrassment. The fuck’s wrong with you? That’s why he loves clasping your ankles with spreader bars, forcing your legs to stay open, giving him everything he wants. It’s like gold to him.

Izuku- muzzles (half face coverings locked behind the head) and anal beads; FUCKING LOVES shoving these beads up your tiny asshole. Just like the pleasure he gets from a ball gag, he gets even more pleasure from covering your face with a muzzle. It somehow exudes even more control over you than the ball gag.

All Might- nipple clamps and butt plugs; he really goes to town with nipple clamps. He loves watching your nipples puff out as the heavy clamp weighs it down. He also loves stuffing you with things whether it’s a dildo, butt plus, or his dick. However, if he wants to really fool around with you, he’ll definitely choose butt plugs above everything else.

Shigaraki and Hitoshi- anal hooks and body harnesses; they’ve got a thing wrapping you up in body harnesses. Attach an anal hook to said body harness/restraints, and they’re in fucking heaven. Just the thought of you squirming and begging for some type of release makes their cocks drip with pre as they grip you by the hair and get ready to stuff ANOTHER hole.

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saiyanmyname · 1 year

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So happy to see this drawn since I headcanon that it’s one of his little habits to run his fingers through his hair:

Enji often runs his hands through his hair, it’s a nervous habit of his you’ve come to notice during your time together. It’s usually whenever he’s worrying about work… or family. But it’s especially noticeable when he’s let it grow just a little too long. Then, it starts to piss him off.

Enji continues running his hands through his messy morning do, muttering something about getting a haircut, frowning in front of the mirror. You pout at him, walking in wearing just a towel, skin still damp from your shower as your hover in your bedroom doorway.

You tell him you like his hair like that, but if it’s bothering him he should go and get it cut. Enji doesn’t look away from his reflection, still grumpily trying to fix the hair that only keeps sticking upwards like it always does. You kiss him and his jaw loosens, finally distracted. It took him by surprise, the soft feel your lips, then the tugging of your fingers, just a little too hard, through the slightly too long hairs at the back of his head.

He kisses you back, rising to your challenge, half kiss half smirk as he twists your hair roughly between his knuckles, half-bare chest rising under his pyjama shirt, breath quickening. You feel your head being jerked back back sharply, at the mercy of a handful of your hair, he exposes your neck, tonguing, nipping and sucking at your delicate skin. You close your eyes for a moment, knowing he’s leaving sweet red marks in his wake, a smirk on your own lips.

“Hn.” He grunts greedily, squeezing your jaw between his thumb and forefinger tightly, pulling your face so you’re looking directly up at him. “Don’t dish out what you can’t take.” His voice is low, not loud, just intimate. His eyes glint playfully, glancing over to your shared bed and back to you again. “Well?”

#endeavor mha #enji todoroki #endeavor x reader #endeavor x y/n #enji x you #enji todoroki x reader #enji x reader #enji smut #enji todoroki imagine #enji todoroki smut #enji thirst #minors dni #endeavor #bnha fanfiction #endeavor brainrot #daddy enji #endeavor x you #reader insert #todoroki enji x reader

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bleachbyatch-blog · 5 months

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Do it like daddy

Summary: Shoto tries his best to help you finish. When Endeavor catches you two, he offers to help. (Takes place after graduation, so everyone is 18+)

CW: Explicit sexual content, Rough oral sex (f and m receiving), breeding kink, threesome, incestual themes? (Shoto and Endeavor don't do anything with each other, the focus is on you), Dubcon at one brief point

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

This is my first fic on tumblr, so if you're reading this, please be gentle!

“Let me try again, please.” Shoto asked you, his eyes so sweetly earnest.

“What now? Here?” You were finishing up your sidekick work at the Endeavor agency.

“Why not? It’s late, we’re probably the last two here.” You chewed on your lip, thinking about how badly you wanted a release, one that had evaded you for a long time.

“I dunno, Sho. If we get caught-”

“We won’t get caught if you’re quiet.” He toyed with the hem of your costume’s skirt and brushed his cool fingertips over the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Ok, but don’t be upset if I can’t finish.”

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Endeavor’s flames burned lazily from where he sat at his desk, his whole body exhausted from another day of hero work. He scrubbed a hand over his face, and realized how badly he needed to shave. The rest of the paperwork could wait until morning, he decided. So, he gathered his stuff and began making his way out of the building. He was just about to leave when he swore he heard a tiny whimper from somewhere deeper in the building.

“Dammit.” He headed in the direction of the noise to investigate. The building was usually empty by that time of night, but the soft sobs persisted, getting louder with every step he took. Endeavor rounded the corner to the sidekick’s office, when he stopped short in the shadows. His brain must have been short-circuiting (maybe the flames finally cooked it?) Spread out on the closest desk before him was you, one of his sidekicks. And down bobbing his head between your legs was his youngest son, Shoto.

“Shoto, please..” You panted out, your muscles clenching, trying to help your orgasm along.

Endeavor couldn’t help himself, he palmed his suddenly agonizingly hard cock through his costume. He’d always had a soft spot for you and deep down he knew it was because he was attracted to you. He always loved how your soft and shy demeanor hid your immense raw power. He loved how you smiled at him even when he didn’t deserve it. He wanted you, and apparently his son wanted you in the exact same way. A sort of gross jealousy made his flames crackle a little, seeing his son have another opportunity that he himself would never get.

“Shotoooooo.” You were practically wailing, your exposed breasts heaving with frustration. “Please, I’m close.” You were close to tears, feeling your orgasm build but never break was a special kind of torture that you could never get used to. Shoto worked his tongue eagerly over your softness, encouraged by your words. In his excitement, his rhythm faltered a little and you couldn’t help but groan in disappointment.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, hiding his face in your thigh. “I didn’t mean to.” He looked up at you self-consciously, his mouth and chin dripping with your wetness. That sight almost made up for the ruined orgasm. Almost.

“It’s not your fault.” You sighed. “It’s impossible.” You held your face in your hands, trying to hide just how upset you were from him.

“Hey,” he said, pulling your hands away to cradle your face to his chest. “I’ll go all night if I have to.” It was a promise, determination flashed brightly in his eyes.

“You want me to finish her off for you?” Endeavor’s deep voice startled the two of you from the shadows. “I don’t want you to be here all night.” You reached for your costume to cover yourself, but it must have fallen behind the desk. Endeavor finally emerged from the darkness. His eyes raked across your flesh and you burned. Burned with embarrassment of getting caught and the shame of liking it.

“Dad!” Shoto cried out, wiping his face on his sleeve and stepping in to shield you. Shoto processed his father’s words for a moment before realizing what he actually said. “What the fuck? No, I don’t want you to finish her.”

“But I could teach you how.” Endeavor offered, his words ringing filthily in everyone’s ears. Shoto froze in place and remained silent for a moment. He couldn’t possibly be thinking about it, could he? You thought, a wicked sort of anticipation coursing through you. Shoto finally glanced back at your trembling form, his eyes conflicted.

“If you mean that, if you swear you can make her cum, then go ahead.” Shoto conceded, never taking his eyes off yours.

“What?” You chime in dumbly. “What is happening?”

Endeavor approached you where you were still perched on the desk. “Open your legs for me.” It was a command, but his voice was softer than normal, almost tender even. It made you want to obey. With a shaky breath, you parted your thighs, revealing the most intimate parts of yourself to the number 1 hero. To your lover’s father.

“I’m glad to know you’re doing something right, Shoto.” Endeavor chuckled, running a long finger between the throbbing soaked mess of your folds. “Or are you just that desperate for it, (Y/N)?” You choked out a gasp as he brought his thumb down roughly on your sore clit. “Answer me when I speak to you.” He reached his other hand to grasp under your chin, his fingers prodding painfully at your jaw.

“O-okay.” You were beyond nervous. You had always been intimidated by Shoto’s father, even after you joined his hero agency. And the prospect of him making you cum…had you in shambles.

“Are you a desperate little slut?” Endeavor asked again.

“Don’t call her names.” Shoto warned from his spot beside the desk. Endeavor slipped the tip of his finger up to probe at your entrance, swirling it around your hole.

“I can’t help it, listen to how needy she’s being.”

“Mhmmm-” Was the best response you could give while your pussy was being teased so ruthlessly. Endeavor chuckled darkly at your red hot face before kneeling down between your legs. His tongue took up Shoto’s work lapping around your clit as he slid his finger in deeper between your wet walls. “Aaahh.” You cried out, pulling your heels up onto the desk to give Endeavor better access.

“What a good girl.” Endeavor praised between slow passes at your trembling bud. “Have you ever had an orgasm before?” You shook your head, embarrassed. “If you want me to make you cum, say my name.” He took an absolutely sinful amount of pleasure tasting you, waiting to hear his name fall from your lips.

“En-endeavor.” You squeaked out pitifully through your heaving breaths.

“No.” He ripped his mouth away and retracted his finger leaving you untouched and aching. “My name. Enji.” He corrected sternly. You glanced over at Shoto, seeking permission for something that felt so impossibly filthy, you would be shocked if he granted it to you. “Don’t look at him. Right now, you’re mine.”

“Okay…Enji.” With a satisfied smirk, Endeavor continued his tantalizing treatment of your puffy pussy, building up that pressure in your core slowly. He added a second finger to better caress your insides, pushing up on your front wall until he’d pinpointed your softest, spongiest spot. “Oh god.” You felt an odd sensation, like you were going to come undone. Be unmade by his too-big fingers in your tight cunt. Melt beneath his fiery lips until you were reduced to a puddle wetting every surface of the desk.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, Endeavor used his free hand to keep you in place. Your walls contracted around his fingers and he pushed back against them, targeting that precious spot until you were babbling his name frantically. White hot liquid splashed out around his fingers and coated his face and beard as your lungs let out one last cry, your very first orgasm wracking through your entire body. You fell back against the desk, seeing stars and trying to remember how to breathe.

“(Y/N).” You felt the hair being brushed back from your damp forehead. “(Y/N) did you finish?” Shoto asked quietly.

“Of course she did.” Endeavor said, tasting your remaining sweetness on his lips. “And she’s not done. Come here.” He motioned for Shoto to join him between your legs. Shoto hesitated for a moment before giving into his desire to make you cum no matter what. “Slip your index finger into her.” Shoto did, moaning at how soft and pliant his dad had made you.

“Wait-” You choked out. “I’m still coming down.”

Endeavor ignored you and added his own finger under Shoto’s and guided his son’s finger to your g-spot. “Do you feel that? How it feels different?” He coaxed Shoto’s fingers into a soft stroking motion, earning a loud moan from you.

“Yes.” Shoto’s voice grew excited as he took over the motion on his own.

“Now take your thumb and put it here.” Your clit pulsed painfully from the overstimulation. “Use gentle pressure when you’re rubbing it. She doesn’t need a lot to turn into a sloppy little mess.”

You looked up to both sets of eyes fixated on you, watching you writhe beneath their fingers. They could see everything from that angle, the way your greedy pussy sucked them in, the way your face would contort when you came a second time.

“Sho…I can’t. Not again. Not like this.” You reached out to stop their hands.

“Do I need to hold you down?” Endeavor threatened with a sharp little smack to your thigh.

“N-no, Enji.” Shoto’s finger halted inside you, unsure of what to do.

“Keep going Shoto, we’ll have her cumming in no time.” They resumed, but Endeavor switched up his rhythm to be opposite of Shoto’s, scissoring your little hole open as lewd squelching sounds filled the office. True to Endeavor’s words, after just a few moments you felt yourself on the edge of your second orgasm. You keened wildly and your vision blurred until your hole finished pulsing around their sopping fingers.

“She didn’t squirt.” Shoto said, disappointment clear in his voice.

“That’ll take some practice.” His father chuckled before shucking off his hero costume, standing fully naked.

“What are you doing?” Shoto asked warily.

“She’s not done until she cums on my cock.”

“Absolutely not. You don’t get to fuck her.” The wetness on Shoto’s fingers frosted over as his quirk activated.

“Do you want my cock, (Y/N)?” You looked down at his massive dick, its pulsing red tip leaking a long string of precum down to the floor. It terrified you, you had never taken anything so big…but the sight also made your cunt spasm with need.

“I’m sorry Sho.” You whined out. “I want it. Can I please?” Shoto averted his eyes, he didn’t think he could watch, but he wasn’t in the habit of denying you things you wanted.

“Get it wet for me.” Endeavor guided you to your knees in front of him, his length bobbing in front of your face. You flicked your tongue curiously over the saltiness of his slit before suctioning the head between your lips. He threw his head back with a groan. You couldn’t fit much more of his length down your throat, so you settled from licking up the shaft, messily coating it in saliva.

“Such a good girl.” Endeavor murmured before hauling you back up into your position on the desk. “Do you want it like this?” He slid his tip up to your entrance, pushing it past the first ring of muscle. “Or do you want me to flip you over and take you from behind?”

“Ummm…” You hummed out dumbly. The sight of Endeavor’s cock penetrating you was making you lust drunk.

“Guess it’s my choice.” He said gruffly before spinning you around and pressing your tits to the cool metal of the desk. Your pussy strained against his veiny shaft as he pressed deeper into you. It was heavy and hotter than you imagined, flames licked up your insides, opening the path for his cock.

Shoto approached you from the other side of the desk despite his better judgment. His fist pumped his cock agitatedly. “Will you open?” He asks you shyly. You oblige him, feeling his veins slide onto your tongue. You give him a few exhausted bobs before he knots his hands in your hair and takes control, fucking your face harder than he ever had before. Not to be outdone, Endeavor continued to split you open, setting a pace that would surely bruise your insides.

“Show me what a good girl you are and take it all, ok?” Endeavor grunted as he stuffed your pussy so full you were screaming around Shoto’s cock. Your poor little walls fluttered weakly against him, trying to push him out.

“Ennnjiiii. Can’t.” Your words were so muffled he either couldn’t hear you or didn’t care. And just like that you were snapping once more, creaminess coating the base of Endeavor’s cock and dripping down to soil the discarded documents on the floor.

“There you go.” Endeavor stroked your back as you cried through the final few waves of pleasure. “Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum.”

“The fuck you will.” Shoto growled, his thrusting was erratic as he hit the back of your throat wickedly. The head of his cock was nestled down to deposit his own semen deep into you.

“Are you going to quit fucking her throat to stop me?” Endeavor’s pace turned animalistic, his hands crushing the delicate skin of your hips as he forced you back even farther until his cock was punching your cervix. All Shoto could do was groan in response as his dick twitched and released his load. His hot cum dripped down your sore throat as Endeavor pummeled you from behind once, twice, three times more and was spurting his fiery seed inside your womb.

You were burning at each end. They had used up all of you, you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.

“Are you fucking breeding her?” Your lover’s angry voice brought you back down to reality and you realized his father hadn’t pulled out yet.

“You relinquished this pretty pussy to me, I’ll do what I want with it.” Endeavor said finally, planting a messy kiss on the column of your spine.

#my hero academia #todoroki x f!reader #endeavor x f!reader #not safe fw #mha smut #not safe for minors #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #todoroki x you #endeavor x you #mha x y/n #shoto todoroki #enji todoroki

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fablesofkitkat · 2 years

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pov: extreme highs and crippling lows with Endeavor (x fem!reader) [re-post]

alt title: pity the flowers pt.2

AN: sorry for deleting this before and reposting it like a madman that I am. I'm reposting this coz I made my 2nd ever pixel art!

warning: abuse, emotional blackmail, mature themes (minors do not interact)

the dark trinity: angst, nsfw, fluff

disclaimer: i do not condone nor glamorize abuse. this is written for the sake of fiction and the only intent is to entertain

SYNOPSIS: you married Endeavor in your sister's place. you are Himura Rei's twin. (identical/fraternal up to you)

but you'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind

-Rihanna

tags: @bootyholelicker @animeaandp @the-wired-l @not-my-meltdown

[the view of the garden by the engawa before the flowers]

"Where did you get this one?" You trace the scar on his chest; it was a deep gash and it looked like it wasn't stitched but stapled before healing instead.

"Freak accident." Enji replies, eyes closed. He wasn't sleepy but loathed to admit, he doesn't know what to do with himself when he stares at you because sometimes he'd catch himself lifting a hand to caress your cheek just because. It unnerved him that he wanted to touch you for the sake of touching you instead of preparing for you to take him. That's how he initially perceives affectionate gestures, they're a premise to physical intimacy. But now, his experiences tell him these gestures were simply-

You impulsively kiss the scar and his heart jumps, and beats too fast for his liking. His trail of thought broken. Eyes snapped open. His hands grip your waist, hoisting you up to sit on his stomach. You feel him poking at you. You feel your heart sink. You attempt to raise your hips, a hand on his cock.

"No." said Enji, voice raspy.

You stared at him confused. What now.

He makes up an excuse that suits him, one that could keep making her kiss his scars. Something so innocent like peck on his lips and a shower of kisses, who knew it could be so bedeviled. "Don't you want to ask more about the scars?"

Oh, he wants to brag. You thought. You indulge him. Kisses. Even the spots with no scars. As long as it makes his breath hitch. When he takes you again, you wonder why that wasn't so bad. Why you didn't feel sick afterwards. Why you slept soundly in his arms, a hand cupping your breast. The blizzard howling inside you quiets down the rage as you felt Enji's warmth.

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and it's sick that all these battles were all that keep me satisfied

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"Negative." His voice laced with disappointment and fury. He hits you with the back of his hand out of nowhere. "Were you taking pills again?"

How would you even buy them when he has you under surveillance ever since he found out about them? Still, you stay silent. Make him think you had a way. Drive him mad.

"Let me remind you wife, that I own you. All of you. And I want you to give me a child I desire. If you can't ... I can always buy the other Himura daughter." His voice laced with venom.

"Don't you dare!!" You trembled. "Fuck you, Enji! Leave my sister alone!!"

"Pity, she wouldn't get to keep my last name with you being my wife but she'll be a pretty mistress." This time he smirked, crossing his arms. He knew where to hit you. "Ah, wouldn't that make you happy? You'll keep each other company."

You lunge at him, shoved him but of course his body wouldn't budge. Your fists hit his chest and he smiles down at you. Damn Enji. Fuck Enji. You stand on your tiptoes and tugs his collar down to make him kiss you. There was no love there. It was all twisted hatred. Bites. Taste of iron. Teeth. And fuck, you open your eyes in a haze. You didn't even notice how he had your legs wrapped around his waist. This was madness. You'll fuck his brains out but still, you pray you wouldn't get pregnant. Not yet anyway. Not when he's obsessed with All Might.

"I hate you." You glared at him, grabbing the back of his head.

He groans. "I'm giving you until the end of the year. If you're not pregnant with my child by then..."

"You're fucked in the head." Because you were a vindictive bitch.

"You're a defective hag." Because he was a heartless asshole.

A matchmade in hell.

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You stop and stared at the newly dugged out garden and the array of flowers the gardener was planting. Daffodils. Chrysanthemums. Sunflowers. Violets. Your favorites.

"Who would've thought?"

You turn to look at the housecook, the old woman grinned looking at scene before them.

"What is it?" You ask.

"Your husband, ma'am, I've been the housecook since he was but a child." She tells you, fondly. "He was always so callous and he thought the world was in the palm of his hands. He never grew out of it. Who would've thought he would be capable of this?"

"Capable of what?" Curiosity got the better of you whenever Enji was involved.

"Giving flowers to his wife." The old woman smiled at you warmly.

"This is him giving flowers?"

The housecook laughed boisterously, patting her poor heart at the bewildered expression on your face. Oh dear, you had a long way to go. "David Shield, that colleague of his, brought you flowers as thanks for dinner, yes?"

You nodded.

"Enji, that boy never lets himself be outdone by others. A bouquet of flowers lasts a few days, ma'am, but a garden of flowers? As long as there's rain and sunshine, it lasts a lifetime." She looks into your eyes, willing you to understand.

So those flowers that happened to be your favorites weren't happenstance at all. The housecook refrains from commenting on how your face turned into a lovely shade of red.

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Todoroki Enji was a damn bastard, no contest. He deliberately avoids you, choosing to work night shifts because he likes to torture you. After giving that ultimatum, you were anxious to just get it on. You'd rather be damned than let Enji get ahold of Rei. No. You'd die of shame if your sisters sees your sorry state. The bruises. The screaming matches. The anxiousness. There's no way in hell you'd let her go through what you did. Out of the two of you, you were the fighter. Your parents even said that when your mom gave birth you kicked and screamed and had your mom suffer pushing you out while Rei's delivery was smooth. He knew that hitting you doesn't hurt you as much anymore. As the shock wears off, you fought with Enji more and more, not wanting to submit to him. This was a new kind of torture. Not when you can do something about it.

You were wearing in a casual kimono inspired white dress. Short sleeved, flared skirt just above the knees, floral and the obi red. You let your hair down and had put on a very very red rouge. You were sitting on his swivel chair when Enji arrived. He stops in his tracks, dumbfounded at your appearance.

"Haven't seen my husband for weeks. Thought I'd drop the workplace a visit." You greet him with a nod.

His throat felt dry. You shoot him a lazy smile knowing exactly what you do to him. He might not hold you dear but you knew he was attracted to you.

He cleared his throat. "I know what you're doing."

You raised an eyebrow, smile hanging on your pretty red lips.

"I'll come to you when I want. If you're anxious with my ultimatum you would only have yourself to blame." He frowns at you, noticing how your the sleeves on your shoulders were translucent.

You stood up slowly, skirt flowing, you gather hair in a bun and his cock jumped at the sight of nipple, visible and jutting against the other transparent fabric. The whole dress was translucent but you had a half slip skirt underneath. He closes the distance and kissed you roughly. Your gasp that he swallowed had him grinding his bulge against you as he clears his desk and sits you on it.

"What a proper wife you are." He growled, taking your chin and pressing with force. It only made you smile smugly. "You were walking around in this?! With only your hair to hide your chest?!"

"It's not like I was naked, Enji." You knew those words wouldn't help your case. He glares at you in daggers.

He lifts your skirt. No underwear. He cursed. "What if a wind blows and lifts your skirt?! You might as well have been walking around naked when that happens!"

"But I did it for you." You pout despite not knowing if it would work on him.

He cups your cunt. It was wet. No surprise there since the thrill would've turned you on but the amount?

You sheepishly smiled. "I was touching myself while-"

He kisses you again, this time thoroughly making you drool. He licks the leak down your chin and the ache between your legs was unbearable.

Damn. Damn. Damn. That's it. He couldn't deny anymore. He likes you. "Well then, for my interruption..." He trails off as he lowered himself to your pussy and proceeds to eat you out and when you came with your hands gripping his hair, you shuddered, your insides throbbing and he thrusts inside you.

When you both peaked at the same time, you knew you were gonna get pregnant and frankly, it scares you.

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"She's been spending too much time in the garden." Enji complains, arms crossed and brooding at the sight of his wife walking around outside despite it being daytime, his worries not unfounded with the cold creeping in; without realizing it, he was grabbing a shoal. He hesitated. A quandary he's been mulling over for weeks.

"Have you felt it?"

"Felt what?" The old gardener feigning ignorance.

"..."

Forget it. It was stupid anyway. The Flame Hero thought.

The old man chuckled, knowing exactly what he was asking about. "To me, sir Enji? It is wanting to hold someone. To know how they think. It-is listening to them breathe, wanting to know them. Lust is part of it too. Burning infatuation, as much as long held respect and admiration. I have not loved well, so I confess I am a poor one to answer it. How it starts-is a desire to talk to someone."

A light comes in his eyes. As if a switch flipped.

"Talk to her, sir. Put that hero bravado to good use." The old man laughed when his employer sputters in embarrassment.

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Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me

Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy

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You rushed out of the room barely making it towards the toilet. You felt sick while you puked. Feeling your guts rearranging itself, you puked again. You returned to the breakfast table, Enji subtly scanning your body. When nothing's off, he resumes to reading the news on his phone.

As soon as you sat his head snapped up to meet your eyes.

He realizes it just as you realized it.

No. Yes.

No. No. No.

He moves to touch you, to hug you or hold you, you'll never know because you jerked away from him, standing up and making your way to the bedroom in haste. You felt sick as tears welled up in your eyes. You missed your period for three months now.

Fuck.

You're pregnant.

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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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ENJI TODOROKI MASTERLIST

Ranging from my top Enji post to posts with notes above 1k.

Cock descriptions:

COCK ♡3k

What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:

SCARY YANDERE ♡3k

Darling tries to deny the yandere captor Enji intimacy:

ENJI ♡2k

Enji and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:

ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS ♡1k

Orc ! Enji x elf ! darling:

ORC x Elven princess ♡1k

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The Torodoki family makes use of their quirkless daughter - with friends:

FAMILY FUN ♡1k

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luxthestrange · 26 days

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BNHA Incorrect quotes#15...Trauma-

Dabi pins Endeavour to the wall: I swear to the gods, Endeavour I will break you in half-

Endeavour: You can try, But I’m stronger than you

Dabi takes one his other hand off the wall to create a blue flame fist about to hit him with it

Dabi: Do you really want to test that?

Endeavour: Y/n chokes harder than that

Dabi*Froze and horrified face*...W-what?

Endeavour*Realized abit too late what he said* ...What?

Shoto*Walking in on them with a plate of soba noodles, seeing his father and...brother fighting again in their alter egos* What?

Anti-Hero!Y/n*Coming in the room with...a wifey apron,looks at the two and grabs shoto*...not in front of the baby

Shoto*Goes along, confused when you cover his ears*...oh IM baby...

Sequel to:

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #anti hero y/n #mha dabi #bnha dabi #touya todoroki #mha endeavor #bnha endeavor #enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #enji todoroki x y/n #shoto todoroki #mha incorrect quotes #bnha incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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frickingnerd · 11 months

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shoto todoroki taking you on a spending spree

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader

tags: you two borrow endeavours credit card, silly fun, fluff

shoto didn't have the best relationship to his father and you were already aware of that when you started dating him

however, you were quite surprised when shoto showed up at your dorm room one day, holding up one of those platin credit cards with no limits, that you had thought were a myth and invited you to a shopping trip

you were hesitant at first, knowing how much money must be on a card like this – probably more than you'd ever make in your entire life

but perhaps endeavour wouldn't notice some money missing simply because he had so much that he couldn't keep track of all of it…

the first place shoto took you was a restaurant to breakfast at, buying all the expensive items you had always dreamed about

after trying every type of cake, jam and eggs in all different variants, as well as every juice the place had to offer, you two finally started your shopping trip

there had been some support items you always wanted to get, but were too expensive. but now you had the chance to get all of them, even multiple of each!

while you thought about more practical stuff, shoto wanted to spoil you with luxuries!

he picked a ton of expensive clothes for you, mostly ones he wanted to see you in~

on top of that, he got some jewelry – not just for you, but also for him, so that the two of you could match!

just after a few stores you barely could carry all the things you bought

as tempting as it was to buy a whole car, shoto instead decided to rent a limousine for the day, where he could store all your new things, as well as drive you around town and show you off

after you visited a few more shops, it was time for another break, this time at the most expensive restaurant in town

shoto ordered lobster and champagne, something he usually wouldn't have, but he wanted to not only try new things, but also order the most expensive things he could find

meanwhile you got a ton of different dishes, trying to eat as much as you could from each, before taking the leftovers home with you

by the end of the day, shoto decided you should unwind a little bit, finding a nice spa for the two of you to attend

you two were massaged by the staff there, before unwinding in a hot spring together, reminiscing about your day and laughing about the idea of endeavour realizing what you had done with all his money…

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black-aurora-nora · 8 months

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New Baby Pt. 3 | Platonic!Yandere!Todoroki Family x Reader

Every morning you were given your medication by Rei with the supervision of Enji. Then you'd get dressed for the day and head to the living area, where everyone would usually be waiting for you.

And despite the fact that you had grown used to the routine, the Todoroki's could still tell that you were holding onto the belief that your parents would one day come back.

How sad, they all thought.

Little did you know that they had been threatened to hell and back by Enji to ensure that your parents would never attempt to try and gain custody of you again.

They were in far too much debt and had no power against the #2 Pro-Hero of Japan.

Enji and Rei had been hoping you'd be easier to manipulate but you were so stupidly hopeful of the future like any other child and while they loved that about you, it wasn't helpful in their situation.

You were currently watching the Natsuo and Shoto play a card game against each other. When they finished a few rounds, they looked to you with encouraging smiles.

"(Y/N), you want to play?" Natsuo asked, raising his eyebrows.

A shrug left your shoulders, "Not really..."

Enji and Rei sat nearby on a couch. Rei looked at her husband, conflicted on whether she should say something to you. She didn’t want to scare you like she had previously.

Softly, she spoke, “(Y/N), why don’t you try playing one game? If you don’t like it, then we can find something else to do.”

Your lips pursed in distaste but you scooted closer to the brothers and allowed Natsuo to deal you your hand.

You quickly finished a round and gave the cards to Natsuo, unimpressed. “I’m going to my room.” You announced only for Enji to block the doorway.

“You need to stay out here, (Y/N). Tucking yourself away in your room isn’t healthy.”

With pursed lips, you timidly sat back down to watch the boys.

Shoto spoke up, noticing your souring mood, "Do you want to play a different game instead? It doesn't have to be a card game, it can be whatever you want."

You weren't in the mood to play anything but it appeared that you had no other choice and you didn't want to sit around doing nothing.

"Ok... that's fine." You chose a game to play and after a few rounds you spoke again, "When does Fuyumi get home?"

It had grown apparent to everyone in the house that Fuyumi was your favorite person in the house. In the past two weeks that you'd been here, you'd been at her side as much as possible.

If Fuyumi was in the kitchen cooking, you were there to help her. If you were watching TV, you would ask her to come watch with you.

It got to the point that Enji forced her to take extra hours at work so that they could get a chance to bond with you.

Having a relationship with your siblings was important, but not as important as having a relationship with you mommy and daddy.

Enji answered when no one else would, "She'll get here when she gets here."

Frowning, you slumped your shoulders slightly. You knew that meant that she wouldn't be back until dinner which was a few hours from now.

Natsuo stood up, patting your head sympathetically. He was jealous for sure. How had you bonded with Fuyumi so easily?

Hell, Enji had to force you to play with him and his brother.

You moved away from his touch and he bit back the anger that burned inside of him. What could he do to get on your good side?

Before he could ask if you wanted to do anything else, you walked over to Enji and Rei, eyes shifting around nervously.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Rei said, smiling sweetly.

"Um..." You trailed off. Any questions about your parents were off limits, but it'd been two weeks now and you still hadn't heard anything.

“I want to know how my parents are doing?”

The room stilled at the question.

Enji looked to the boys and they both left without another word, only glancing at you with something akin to pity.

“Did I not tell you those questions are forbidden, (Y/N)?”

You shriveled into yourself, “I just want to know if they’re ok.” And when can they come take me from this place.

Enji closed his eyes with a deep sigh, “(Y/N), you’re a smart girl. Isn’t it obvious what’s going on here?” He asked you condescendingly. "I thought you would've understood by now since you'd stopped asking."

You blinked, wondering what he meant by that.

Rei smiled sadly, “Oh, (Y/N), you’re parents don’t want you anymore.” She didn't sound sad despite the look on her face. You didn't miss the misplaced happiness in her tone.

She rose from her seat to give you a hug, “I’m so sorr-!” She jolted back when you shoved her with all your might.

Tears stung your eyes and you eyed the two strangers in front of you darkly, “My parents would never leave me! Don’t say stuff like that!”

Enji huffed, rising to tower over you.

You trembled but held firm, looking him in the eyes. Resolute in your declaration that your parents hadn’t left you.

But Enji had planned for this.

“How about we call them?” He said, pulling out his phone, “So they can tell you themselves.”

You swallowed your anxiety down, “Ok.”

He typed some numbers on his phone and held it to his ear, “ Hello? (Y/N) wishes to speak with you two.”

Enji passed the phone over and you gladly took it, smiling wide when you brought it to your ear.

“Mama? Daddy?” You called, beaming when you heard them respond, “I miss you guys a lot! This family is taking really good care of me…” you trailed off before starting again. “But I really want to come back home… But Mr. Todoroki said you didn’t want me… that’s not true though, right? When are you guys gonna come get m-“

“Look, (Y/N)… you’re too heavy of a burden. We can’t afford the medical bills.” Came your father’s voice.

“Huh?”

“We don’t want you anymore… don’t call us anymore. We’re trying to move on with our lives.” Your mom added.

“Please don’t say that!” You wept, “I miss you-“ You felt your heart tear when the phone call ended.

A thick silence filled the room. Only your quivering breaths emitted through the air.

You could feel yourself breathing but your chest felt too tight, there was no way this was happening.

There was no way your parents could just abandon you like that. How could they?

The day before you were taken to the Todoroki house, you were supposed to go the movies and have popcorn with lots of butter and a big soda.

And now, here you were, under the guardianship of two strangers that want to be your new parents without asking if you were okay with that.

“It’s unfortunate, but I promise everything will be ok, Y/N).” Enji’s voice barely reached your ears, “so long as you see us as your mom and dad.”

But they weren’t. You couldn’t forget that major detail.

The “I know it’s painful, baby,” Rei cooed beside you. Her arms leeched around you, entrapping you in her embrace. “Mama will make it all better.”

No, she wouldn’t.

Rei of all people wouldn’t be able to make this better.

“Breathe, (Y/N), you’ll make yourself pass out.” Enji warned, but you couldn’t.

You didn’t want to breathe.

What was the point?

You were stuck with this weird family that treated you like you were five.

Your parents sold you off because you were a burden.

What was the point?

Just as Enji had said, your knees crumpled beneath you but instead of falling to the ground, you stayed held up in Rei’s arms and she slowly lowered you both to the ground.

A smile bloomed upon her face when your breathing evened out, head rested in her lap with a tear-stained face.

You’d be sad for a little while, but that didn’t matter.

Your new parents would help you out.

You’re the baby after all.

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