#enji x black!reader

[plussizeficchick]

His Favorite Girl | Enji Todoroki x Chubby!Reader feat. Shoto Todoroki

Summary; Shoto Todoroki is mean.

A big, stupid mean jerkface.

Basically, Shoto is acting like an ass and it leaves you feeling bad, luckily, his daddy Enji knows how to treat a girl like you right ;)

(Warnings: age gap(Enji is 46, reader and Shoto are 23)cheating, mean!Shoto, ooc! Enji(he’s literally so sweet) P in V, cunnilingus, squirting)

You honestly don’t know how it got to this point.

It feels as though a second ago, your heart was torn in two. As though you’d never allow yourself to fall in love again, prepared to spend the remainder of your days with a pet cat or two as your sole company.

Now. Now you think you’ve never truly been in love until this point.

Shoto was the first boy that ever truly liked you back. You remember the day that you confessed, you swore that you’d tease him about the cute blush that spread across his face for the rest of your lives and that you’d always be there for each other.

And it was cute, the puppy love, the hot sex in varying public spaces. He wasn’t a bad lover, per se. He wasn’t like other guys your age who couldn’t be asked with making you cum, and while you may have wanted more from him, he was really the only relationship you’d known.

Sometimes though, sometimes he could be real mean.

Maybe it was because his dad took an unusual liking to you, always offering you to stay for dinner, offering an internship at his agency or a recommendation to one of your choosing. He was always so supportive of you, anytime you’d make an achievement he was there.

Great job, sweetheart.

You need anything, honey?

Just wanna take good care of my favorite girl.

Since fucking when did you guys get so close? It grated on Shoto’s nerves. How close you were to his dad. And it bothered him how easy it was for his dad to sing your praises yet it took him years to do the same with Shoto. It didn’t help that anytime he brought you home it was like you spent more time with his father than him. The only time he had you to himself was when he was fucking you loud enough for his father to hear.

Shoto was pissed and if he can’t hurt his dad, then he’ll hurt you.

— —

Enji doesn’t know when it started.

At first, he thought your relationship with his son was good. You both were different, but as they say, opposites attract.

He was turning over a new leaf. He didn’t want to control his son’s love life in the same way his was controlled and he thought you were good for him, you were bubbly and sweet yet you were quick to call him out on his shit when the situation deemed necessary.

He had originally asked you to intern at his agency so that you and Shoto could work together, and after seeing you in action firsthand, he knew he had made the right choice.

So when? When did he just say fuck all and fell in love with you?

If he was honest, he doesn’t know when, maybe he always had been. You were just everything Shoto’s mother wasn’t. You were soft, so fucking soft. A walking temptation. You always wore the skimpiest tops, breasts practically spilling over the top. You wore cute thigh highs that had a little pudge peeking over the top. The tightest fucking sundresses that pressed against the chub of your tummy, hugged the curve of your ass. Whenever you’d greet him, you’d give him a firm, warm squeeze with the words Good to see you again, Enji falling from your plump lips. You always smelled so fucking good.

He wanted you, bad. And the fact that you were so insistent on spending time together under the guise of “bonding” wasn’t working in his favor.

— —

It was a bit difficult to pinpoint when Shoto’s change in behavior started. He’d always been frigid, but recently he’s been downright cold.

He doesn’t offer much aftercare afterwards, not that he knew how to provide much to begin with, but he’d at least hold you afterward.

Now, he just turns over and picks up his phone, leaving you to fend for yourself. And while Shoto hoped that this would deter you from wanting to be around him, it just pushed you further into his father’s arms.

Unbeknownst to him, after your sessions, his dad would be in the kitchen, plate of food and your favorite drink already prepared for you to try. And while you feel embarrassed about what Enji might’ve heard, he never makes you feel uncomfortable around him. You’d even started picturing him while his son was balls deep in your cunt.

— —

It all comes to a head when Shoto leaves after another round. He doesn’t offer much of an explanation and it’s when Enji sees you tear up in front of him that he decides enough is enough.

“Am I not pretty, Enji?” You practically blubber to him. Through your tears you confide in him that a friend of yours saw Shoto cozying up to Momo, one of the more slim-bodied girls at your university. You had noticed Shoto’s interest in her, but he’d assured you that he only had eyes for you.

What a load of shit.

And Enji tells you as much, tells you that you didn’t need Shoto, that you were smart, kind and beautiful, gorgeous even and that he wishes he had met you when he was younger. Maybe then he’d have been married to someone he actually liked.

And he doesn’t realize he’s told you as such until he feels you press a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips. You sniffle, the drying tear tracks trailing down your chubby cheeks only somehow adding to your beauty.

You were too precious. Much too precious for Todoroki men.

Unfortunately for you, it’s a known fact that Todoroki men ruin everything they touch. However, Enji has plans to ruin you in a different way.

— —

You’ve never been with anyone as big as Enji. At a staggering 6’5, almost 300 pounds, the man exuded dominance and you’d be lying if it didn’t have your pussy quaking in anticipation.

While you’ve witnessed him take down enemies in a downright merciless fashion, the way he was taking care of you, pressing soft, wet kisses to your plush body, sucking hickies into the soft skin. The way he takes his time, checking to ensure you’re feeling good has you wondering why you were even upset in the first place.

And when he finally presses his lips to where you need him most, you’re crying at the pleasure. He hums around your nub, flicks his tongue and sucks up your juices like he’s starving. And he is! He’s starved himself of your touch, of you, for too long. If his son doesn’t know what to do with a smart, beautiful, fascinating woman, he’ll just have to show him.

It doesn’t take long before you reach your high, Enji’s name falling off your lips like a prayer as your head falls back against the arm of the couch.

He works you through it, slowly easing a finger followed by another into your wet heat. You gasp at the intrusion, his fingers feeling thicker than Shoto’s cock and the thought has you wondering how huge he must be if he’s stretching you so well with just his fingers. And almost as if he read your mind, Enji reaches down to free himself from the confines of his sweatpants. He didn’t bother wearing a shirt, wanting to feel comfortable in his home and had omitted boxers for the same reason, thus causing his cock to slap up against his abdomen, a bit of pre leaking from the tip.

You could feel yourself salivating and it isn’t until you feel him squeezing at your love handles that you tear your eyes away from the sight. “Soon, sweet girl. Right now, daddy needs to feel you, okay?” He coos against your lips. You peck his lips before spreading your legs a bit wider, inviting the hulking man in.

He lets out a breath, the sight of your sopping cunt enough to push him to edge. But this isn’t about him. It’s about you.

His favorite girl.

He truly doesn’t know when the infatuation with you started and he doesn’t know if it’d ever end, but what he does know is that there’s no going back for him.

He feels you wiggling underneath him, coaxing him to fuck you and it isn’t until he hears you murmur how much you need him, how long you’ve needed him that he finally pushes in.

He’s massive. Truly the biggest you’ve ever had and somehow he’s the softest you’ve ever been with, nuzzling his nose against your chubby cheeks, kissing away your tears and whispering praises of how you're taking him so well, so deep. You're creaming around him, a white ring building at the base of his cock and that just makes him fuck you harder, eager to see his seed spill from your cunt.

You’re both close, so incredibly close you can practically taste the orgasm on the others tongue. It’s when he moans into your mouth for you to please cum for him that you do, a choked sob echoing from your chest that you squirt all over his cock, drenching him in your release.

Your orgasm triggers his and before long his cock is pulsing, his hot seed spilling into your cunt, painting your walls white. He presses wet kisses trailing from your lips to your neck as he fills you up. His knees almost buckle the way you’re milking him and when he’s finally finished, he slowly pulls out, his cum gushing from your abused cunt. It’s while you’re both in the afterglow of your orgasm, pressing sweet kisses against each other that you both hear the door slam shut.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?! Are you serious? My fucking dad?” Shoto exclaims. You’re too busy pressing little kisses against Enji’s biceps to pay him any attention. “Calm now, son. It isn’t her fault-” Enji doesn’t get a chance to explain before Shoto directs his anger towards him. Only when you hear Shoto accuse him of taking advantage of you, do you finally break out of your haze. “He didn’t take advantage of me, Shoto, he showed me everything that YOU can’t do for me. So you can go back to fucking Momo and bitch about your problems to her.” You hiss at him.

Shoto’s stunned and Enji’s impressed. He chances a glance at his son who can only muster a half-hearted glare before stomping away to his room.

The room is silent for a moment as the weight of what’s transpired settles. It’s soon interrupted by the kisses you resume before you were caught and Enji feels a genuine smile creep onto his face. He knows things will probably never be the same between him and his son and while he knows that should trouble him, he can’t bring himself to worry about it right now.

Because Enji has denied himself of something good for too long and if his son doesn’t like it, well, he can just ask for forgiveness later. And even if he doesn’t get it, Enji doesn’t care.

Cause he’ll have you.

His favorite girl.

— —

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[pandajaye]

Todoroki Family Chronicles

Ivy: How you feeling, baby? *kisses Enji’s forehead, handing him some tea*

Enji: Much better. *sips the tea* Thank you.

Ivy: You’re welcome. I’m glad you feel better, but I hate that you missed your birthday because you were sick.

Enji: It’s fine, honey, really. I’m just more of an old man than I was last year.

Ivy: Doesn’t matter how old you are, you still deserve to be celebrated. The kids wanna take you out to dinner.

Enji: They do?

Ivy: Mhm. They believe you deserve to be celebrated, too. What do you think?

Enji: Well… I-

Fuyumi: *opens the bedroom door* Daddy’s awake! Come on!

Enji: What’s this?

Ivy: I don’t know, let’s see.

Touya: *carrying a cake* Happy birthday, Dad!

Fuyumi: Happy birthday, Dad!

Shoto: Happy birthday, Dad!

Natsuo: Happy birthday, Dad! You’re old.

Enji: *sigh* Thank you, kids. *holding the cake so the kids can climb on the bed* Where did you get this from? Is it a strawberry shortcake?

Fuyumi: Yep! Me and mom made it.

Shoto: I helped!

Natsuo: Hey, me too!

Touya: And me!

Enji: Oh really?

Ivy: Me and Yumi made the cake, the boys licked the utensils and washed dishes.

Enji: Ohhhh. Now that I believe.

Shoto: Light the candles already!

Enji: Alright, alright. *ignites his finger, lighting the four candles on the cake*

Ivy and the kids: Haaaappy biiiiirthdaaaayyyy tooo youuu. Haaaappy biiiiirthdaaaayyyy tooo youuu. Haaaaappy biiiiirthdaaaayyyy dearrrrr Daaaaddyyyyy. Haaaaappy biiiiirthdaaaayyyy tooo youuuuuuu.

Ivy: Make a wish!

Natsuo: Yeah, dad. Make a wish!

Enji: *closes his eyes to make a wish then opening them again and blowing out his candles*

Ivy and the kids: YAAAAAY!!

Enji: Thank you all so much. Group hug!

Ivy: *grabs the cake and sets it aside to hug Enji and the kids*

Kids: *crawl close for the hug*

Enji: I love you all so so so so much.

Fuyumi: We love you, too.

Boys: Yeah!

Ivy: Very very much. *kisses him*

Enji: Thank you, baby. Now, who wants sushi for dinner?

Kids: I do! I do! I do!

Enji: Then go get ready. Baths for all of you cause WHEW! *shooing them away*

Shoto: Hey! I don’t stink!

Enji: You’d be surprised with what comes out of those little armpits. Go bathe.

Shoto: Fiiiiiiiine. *leaving with his siblings*

Ivy: *trying not to laugh* You didn’t have to expose him like that.

Enji: But I can. Cause it’s my birthday. *looking smug*

Ivy: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, yeah. You’re the birthday boy. I love you, sweetie.

Enji: I love you, too, baby. *pulls her in for a kiss*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ENJI!!!! 🎉🎂🥳🎈🎊🎁😘

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[itgetzweird08]

The Spark that lit his Fuse - Katsuki Bakugo x Reader one-shot

"Okay so what if Bakugo was dating Endeavor’s (secret) daughter"

Pray that I summon the actual motivation to finish this by valentines-

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[chaibewriting]

PART SIX — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄

prince! enji todoroki x black-coded! (poc friendly) fem! reader x platonic! todoroki kids

content warnings: brief depiction of violence, domestic violence mentioned, suicide mentioned, child neglect mentioned.

notes: this is long overdue, my bad y'all I was dead— hope ya enjoy today's chapter 🕵️

word count: 5.2k

summary: enji gets a taste of his own medicine and an old enemy is coming to the light.

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IT’S hand continued to squeeze the throat of the King, unwilling to let go of the man who’d struck you. Surely, you would be leaving a bruise on him.

Whilst the entity continued to grip Enji’s throat in a vice grip, glaring at his face. His lightly tanned skin was slowly turning blue, your terrified son soon broke from his fear-struck state upon seeing you. This new figure seems to make his fear disappear and he isn’t afraid anymore. Afraid of what? Perhaps his father, or more so, what your father could do to you in his blinded rage. As he looks between you, or the creature holding you, and his father, he realizes that there would be dire consequences if you were to accidentally kill the man.

Silently, the little boy lurches forward, sprinting towards the shadowy creature and jumps onto one of its inky black, tree stump legs, wrapping his little arms around it and hugging it. From what he was able to see, you were covered in the blackest flames he'd ever seen, and he had willingly thrown himself into danger at the prospect of being potentially burned as long as it meant you would stop. To his surprise, there was no burning sensation. In fact, he had squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners, preparing for the searing pain of being set ablaze. However, instead of such an unfortunate fate, he was met with an overwhelming warmth that soothed him immensely; he felt protected, safe, comfortable, and… happy. All of the feelings you had introduced to him ever since you’d made your way into his life was what he felt in that moment, except it was tenfold. He never wanted to be brought out of this fire, his entire body relaxing as he continued to hold onto the creature’s leg. However, the sound of gurgles and grunts reminded him of his current goal, his father’s life was still being threatened. And as much as he deserved to be hurt like he hurt others, he shouldn’t be killed.

In his moment of clarity, he opened his eyes and looked up at the creature’s face and didn’t know what to do. However, he acted before he could think much more. “Mama!! Mama, come back please!! Y-you have to let go!!” He called out, hoping to reach you from wherever you were currently. “Mama, please!!”

The sound of his pleading causes the creature to pause momentarily before looking down, finally noticing the small child who was currently clinging to its leg, fresh tears running down his chubby cheeks. Pain. Hurt. Need. Heartbreak. A child so young shouldn’t be feeling these things.

Everything that comes after happens in just mere seconds, though it feels like it occured in slow motion. Enji was dropped to the ground, gasping for air, catching up on some much needed oxygen, and the creature reached down to scoop Dabi up into one of its hands, pushing him into its chest where you currently were. As soon as he was safe within the confines of the creatures body you were quick to bring the small child to you. The shadowy figure made space and held the two of you inside of it as you cradled him in your arms as best as you could with your belly still in-tow. Shakingly, you cupped Dabi’s face in your hands and began to wipe away his tears with your thumbs. “I’m so sorry, Dabi. You shouldn’t have had to do that. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The sound of your voice and the concern in your eyes causes Dabi to sob, fresh tears beginning to fall as he wailed. “Mama!! I-I thought you were g-gonna kill… kill dad an’— an’ get e-e-executed..!!”

“What? Oh no, no, baby. It’s okay, you don’t have to worry. Mama’s here, okay? We’re okay, everything’s gonna be alright.” You were quick to reassure him, holding onto him for dear life. Nothing else seemed to matter to you in the moment, not even your husband’s gaze that was staring at what you had become. You were more focused on making sure that Dabi was okay and safe.

Inside of the creature was where the two of them currently resided, the creature remaining as it was as it discreetly observed its surroundings. Surprisingly, the ‘room’ you were in was completely black but you were still able to see things clearly around you, including what was going on outside of the creature’s body, almost like you were in a protective glass box despite the outside of the creature’s body being jet black and opaque.

Enji had managed to catch his breath again, a hand on his throat as he measured the level of damage you’d done. The crumpled man stared at the creature that swallowed you and Dabi up with an unreadable expression, his mind swarming with thoughts that even he couldn’t fully comprehend. The most prominent thought that seemed to prevail above all was the fact that he was proud.

Proud of the fact that his wife, his Queen was strong enough to defend herself when her safety was threatened, this new form, whatever it was, reminded him of his own technique where he would engulf the entirety of his body in flame, the fire going as far to even engulf his skeletal system with flames- the sight of it was simply his skeleton on fire.

Slowly, he stood on his feet and the creature seemed to watch him closely, taking note of every move he made, no-doubt ready to strike defensively if it called for that line of action even while still remaining in its squatting position it was still towering over the King.

The two of them, the creature and Enji, appeared to be in a silent staring contest of sorts, almost daring each other to do something even remotely hamrful to the other. As one would expect, the Hellflame user had many questions he wished to ask, but he wouldn’t get the time to ask said questions as the creature began to speak despite its lack of mouth.

“If you bring harm to my user again, I will have no other choice than to consider you as a threat and will eliminate you if such action is called for. I will strike you back with the same force, and perhaps more.”

It’s voice was androgynous, his eyes squinting with each tonal transition of words as they pointed a smokey finger at your husband who appeared to be taken aback by the sentient creature. You had been stunned as well, still holding Dabi in your arms as the creature proceeded to sink down towards the ground, its lower body pouring into a river of smoke that steadily fell until you were back on your feet, currently propping Dabi on one of your hips as you held him. Terrifyingly enough, as the smoke cleared, fanning itself around your now standing form, you scowled at the man in front of you, piggybacking off of your protector’s words. “I don’t wish to see your face now, later, or even after that. You disgust me. You need to leave right now." You stated, leaving no room for argument as you glared at Enji, your resolve and irritation was as clear as day.

He stood still. Staring at you, scrutizining your facial expression and whatever may be going on behind those fierce eyes that had gotten you married to him in the first place. And then, without a word, he turned on his heels and walked away from you, soon passing through the doors that led out to where you were. As soon as he was gone, you relaxed, letting out a breath as you carefully put Dabi onto his feet and then sunk to your knees, digging your nails into the dirt as you attempted to wrap your head around what had just happened and why it had happened. You’d never done such a thing before, and no one had ever told you you could even do something as remotely as possible this. Your awakened power had a sentient being attached to it? Did it lie dormant inside of you at all times? You had to speak to your parents as soon as you possible could to try and get those answers.

…

From Enji’s perspective, this power appeared to have been awoken by your maternal instincts and the need to protect yourself and the life within you. As he walked down the castle halls, he rubbed at his neck, taking note of the tender, irritated skin, this had been the last thing he'd expected to happen. On one hand, he was glad she’d managed to strike back at him, but on the other hand, he grew excited wondering what their child would have once she was born, would she have a combination of their powers or would she inherit only one in its entirety? Under his pride and excitement was also bewilderment.

Passing by a few servants on his short journey to his office, he paid no attention to the others who seemed to be tripping over themselves to try and move out of his way, though a great majority had taken note of the bruising on his neck as they looked towards his back. Where had he gotten that from?

Once he was in the privacy of his office, he shut the door behind him and approached his desk, taking a seat as he began to further ponder their situation. He had reacted like his mother. He struck Y/N just like how his mother would often strike his father when he didn’t do something correctly to her. He never struck back, no matter how many times Enji would question the late King, wondering why he never stuck up for himself and just took the abuse with a smile. Distinctly, he remembered asking the older man one day when he had just turned around ten why he allowed his mother to hit him without consequence.

"She means well, I know it’s difficult for her to express her emotions verbally so physically expressing it allows me to understand her better.” The man had explained with a smiling bruised face, groaning when he’d stretched his split lip a little too far to offer a reassuring smile.

You had done something his father failed to do, you had struck Enji in retaliation and didn’t just sit back and take what he’d given you. It filled him with a sense of uncertainty, as well as… exuberance.

…

Back outside, you had slowly regained your strength, sitting back slowly on your legs as you noticed Dabi staring at you with a hairy look in his eyes, making you fully remember what you were doing and who you were currently with. “Ah sh- shoot. I’m sorry you had to see… whatever that was, Dabi– Ah, fuck, where’s Keigo? Keigo!” “‘m right here, Your Majesty!” You felt a slight gust of wind to your right and took note of Keigo who had flown down from a tree nearby once the King had disappeared, making his way over to where the two of you were currently. Sharply inhaling, you were quick to apologize again. “I’m sorry for scaring you both. I didn’t mean to turn into a monster-” “No! You weren’t a monster! You were… were-” Dabi had cut you off in an attempt to make you feel better but couldn’t seem to figure out what word he wanted to use, thankfully, he wasn’t alone. “-cool!!” Keigo yelled, striking a quirky pose after he’d finished Dabi’s sentence for him. “You went like- ‘pow pow’! And then ya turned into fire ‘n were so freakin’ tall!!! I thought ya were gonna set the trees on FIRE!” The tiny blond rambled, attempting to reenact the ‘fighting moves’ you had done, swinging wildly at the air as he continued to babble about how cool you were. You and Dabi watched as he continued his little reenactment, no-doubt dramatizing what had really happened, you couldn’t help but laugh quietly, the mood rising thanks to the little boy’s excitement. Moving to sit beside you on the grass, Dabi gently grabbed your hand and held it, even with your hand easily dwarfing his tiny one, hoping that the gesture would make you feel better as Keigo continued his story. You were glad you weren’t alone at the moment, but you were a bit apprehensive about the fact that the two of them had witnessed such a traumatizing scene. You were unsure of what to say, you could think of a million and one things but none of them seemed right.

A few minutes had passed before Keigo had finished his excited retelling of what had occurred, the little birdie boy seemed to have tuckered himself out from shadowboxing whatever invisible entity he’d created with his mind. Soon after, an idea came to mind as you looked to your side and down at Dabi with a small smile, deciding to use this difficult situation to your advantage.

“How do you feel about us going to visit grandma and grandpa? I’m sure they’d be plenty happy to see you.”

The sudden question caused the boy to instantly spark up with joy, eagerly nodding his head with a bit of a twinkle in his eyes. Even before your marriage to Enji, your parents have treated Dabi like their first grandchild, smothering him with all sorts of affection and material things— something he had yet to receive from his blood grandmother. Though you were saddened briefly by such news, you didn’t exactly like Enji’s mother, she wasn’t someone you’d sit down to have tea with willingly, but you tolerated her for the sake of everything else.

After hearing Dabi’s answer you were quick to nod and stand up, eager to clean up and leave, however, to your surprise, Minji had appeared out of thin air, almost as if she had a sixth sense, picking up the bottom of her dress to hurriedly approach you, you had nearly missed her entrance but thankfully Keigo was quick to call out to her and ran to hug her middle. As soon as she was in front of you, she began to speak, moving her hands around wildly which was something you had learned the woman had a tendency to do when she was feeling overwhelmed with emotion and also had a tendency to ramble.

“Y/N! What in the world?! The other servants told me you were out here and about the King coming to confront you… Are you alright? Shall I fetch some coolant gel or bandages or gauze or perhaps some ice or should I get the castle doc-“

You were quick to grab a hold of her hands, cutting her off as you encased them both between your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze in an attempt to put her mind at rest, and fortunately, it seemed to work when she stopped fumbling over her words and simply looked at you expectantly. Sharply inhaling, your jaw clenched for a split second before relaxing again, a small smile appearing instead. “I’m fine, Minji. I promise. I just plan on spending a few days in Tenebris with Dabi and my parents, perhaps my brother if he’s not busy with his suitors.”

Minji was quick to nod, taking a quick glance around at the surrounding area before taking note of the remnants of your impromptu picnic that had been all but demolished by the two growing boys nearby, as well as yourself. “Kei Kei and I will clean up here. You two can run along, please tell your mother I said ‘hello’.”

“But-“

“Nope. Nada. I am not going to let you clean, baby bird and I can handle it. Can’t we, baby?” She asked, looking down at her son with fondness, he chirped in agreement and she reached down to ruffle his fluffy locks of blond, nodding with determination immediately afterwards. “See? We can handle it. You two run away now or I’ll chase ya off with a broom.” She threatened, although her words had a playful edge to them, you knew she was serious, earning a light chuckle from you as you squeezed her hands one last time and then let go of them, allowing her to immediately roll up her sleeves. Despite having such a rebellious set of traits, you had gone quite close to Minji in the last several months, mostly because her words of your souls being connected had interested you, however, you had come to the conclusion that getting to know her had to be one of the best decisions you’d ever made, now considering her a dear friend. And although you were friendly with all the staff, treating them as actual human beings, she had managed to crawl her way into a special part of your heart and you were forever grateful for her in a variety of ways- from helping with morning sickness, to rubbing your back when you were randomly crying because of hormonal imbalances, and also prepared your nasty little cravings whenever you wanted them, even if you’d tell her you didn’t want her to bother doing such trivial matters.

“Goodness, I’m starting to think you’re even more stubborn than a bull… fine. I don’t want a broom on the back of my kneecaps…” You murmured, feeling a tiny hand slip into yours after you had let go of Minji‘s. Looking briefly to the side you smiled at Dabi. “Ready to go, hun?” He nodded and then exchanged goodbyes with Keigo and Minji, then the two of you were on your way, heading back into the castle and ready to pack for a few days out.

…

Through the grace of some kind of universal power, you had managed to avoid the servants all-together, stealthily packing yourself a bag of necessities with Dabi’s help, and then went onto pack a bag for Dabi, making sure to bring an extra because you just knew your parents had some kind of gifts waiting for him when the two of you would arrive.

And with some luck, as well as a few breaks here and there for you to catch your breath, you’d manage to get yourself a carriage with a driver, thanks to Keiko, aka Minji’s husband and Keigo’s father, who also happened to be the head of the castle’s farm. Before you know it, your bags are packed into the carriage, and you and Dabi are comfortably sitting inside of it, watching as the forest passes you by, the sound of the carriage wheels rolling and the rhythmic click of horse shoes. It’s enough to soothe you to sleep somehow, even the rock of the carriage had abided in lulling you to sleep. Following your lead, Dabi slumps over into a deep sleep as well, carefully leaning against your side with his head against your arm. It was probably for the better that the two of you would remain asleep, seeing how the trip to Tenebris would take quite a bit of time, you’d be lucky if you reached the castle before the sun fully set. Not that you minded, it would distract you from yourself and the road that had led you to this point. Would you tell your parents about what Enji had done? Or would you keep it to yourself, you had yet to decide, your tired brain emptying itself as you further fell into a dreamless sleep.

The amount of time you’d gotten to shut your eyes seemed to be cut short at the sudden gentle call of your title, along with a light rasp on the carriage door that you sat closest to. Stirring in your sleep, your eyes slowly fluttered open, blurriness soon morphing into shapes that you could now comprehend. With a slow blink, you managed to register the sight of the Driver’s face who looks a bit nervous, though he does relax a bit upon seeing your gaze shift to him, immediately, he looks down and away from your eyes, the tips of his ears red as he repeats himself.

“We’ve arrived at your desired destination, Your Majesty.”

Taking heed to his words, you carely sat up straight in your seat and covered your mouth to hide a bit of an abrasive yawn, your eyes watering just the slightest in retaliaton, you then nodded thankfully to the Driver as he disappeared, only to be replaced by the Coach who came to open the door for you, ready to help you down once you were ready to step out. Noticing the sleeping preschooler who was just on the brink of drooling on your dress sleeve, you reached up and lightly ruffled Dabi’s hair, chuckling at how adorable he looked passed out on your shoulder with his mouth ajar. “Time to wake up, kiddo. Your grandparents are gonna be so happy to see you, unless you want me to call someone to come and carry you to be-” “Mm mm… ‘m awake!” He drowsily shouted and sat up as quickly as he possibly could, only to go veering off the side and nearly toppling off of the seat. You were quick to use your awakened power, creating a hand of shadows to cradle his sleeping form that sprouted from your back like a tree branch. This had become a bit of a common thing, Dabi was a bit clumsy, but then again, what four year old wasn’t? You would have been more surprised if he had the balance of a flamingo. With a soft laugh to yourself, the Coach opened the carriage door a bit wider and you slowly stood up, a hand under your belly as you furrowed your brows together, focusing on keeping your own balance as you descended the carriage steps with the help of the Coach, the shadowed hand cradling your son soon following after you. The Coach then shut the door behind you, bowing as you thanked him, making sure to tip him and the Coach handsomely with a few gold pieces, which they joyously accepted with bright smiles.

Soon following, your personal guard, assigned from the Ignitis Kingdom dropped from his white steed that was following behind the carriage and exhaled, handing the lead to a servant from your kingdom that had come running down the front steps of the castle to greet the unexpected guests. Ah, that’s right, you had no time to tell your parents that you would be dropping by, you could only hope they were actually here and not somewhere else, no-doubt doing diplomatic duties.

Takeo, your guard, came to stand silently by your side, the dark haired man had a tall, rugged stature, with unblinking, deep set carmine eyes, a prim and properly trimmed beard and mustache covering half of his face, nursing a scar that went from one side of his face to the other, directly across his nose. To match such a burly man was a pristine outfit made for a modern techoknight of his ranking, the red signifying one's loyalty to the Kingdom of flames.. He rarely spoke, only to answer any questions that he was asked, even then he barely said a few words at a time. You had appreciated his hardwork but it was almost like he was a shadow of sorts, often frightening you when he made himself known to you randomly.

Yet another maid, began to descend down the stairs, heading directly for you, a bright smile across her face.

“Princess! Oh, no, I mean, Queen Y/N, it has been a long time! Your parents will be elated when they see you’ve come by surprise! Please come along! Ah! Shall I fetch Freya to come and carry you?” Blinking, a smile slowly spread across your face as you instantly recognized the older woman who was also the headmaid, she’d been around since before you were born, but still had the energy of an excitable child, along with a mouth to match. Abashsh, directly translating to friendly, talkative, and affable, it was almost as if her name had bestowed upon her unwavering future.

Soon enough, she had stopped in front of you, a bright and cheery smile adorning her face as she makes it a necessity to grab a hold of your cheeks, giving them the softest squish as she coos about how much you’ve grown since she’s seen you, as well as how much you appeared to be glowing thanks to the blossoming bud in your stomach. Her rambling would go on for hours if Takeo hadn’t cleared his throat, causing the older woman to look briefly from your face and then to him, blinking in surprise as he opened his mouth to speak, timber voice matching completely with his mysterious aura.

“Apologies. I don’t mean to interrupt your heartfelt reunion, however, I don’t think the Lady should be standing on her feet for too much longer…” He murmured, glancing between you and Abashsh. The older woman then gasped, realizing what she had been doing. Rather dramatically, she slapped a hand over her mouth and cursed in Arabic, quickly apologzing as well for her rambling. “You’re right! Let’s get you up these stairs and somewhere to sit, my dear! I still can’t believe you were just a baby one day ago and now my tiny royal jasmine is having an even tinier royal jasmine. Oh my goodness, I think I’m finally getting old…” The woman whined, knowing damn well that she didn’t look a day over twenty-five thanks to her awakened power that directly involved mother nature; straight bleach blonde hair fell down her back and over her front, perfectly framing her square shaped face, brown almond eyes, smooth bronze skin and hooked nose. She was quick to grab your hand afterwards and began leading you up the front stairs, Takeo following closely beside you while you continued to carry Dabi up behind you through the use of your own power.

…

Enji sat in deep thought behind his desk, his elbows propped atop his desk as he remained deep in thought, hardened gaze seeming to map out the intricate carvings on the wood door that was currently closed, his chin resting atop his interlocked fingers. There were many things running through his mind, however, his self-reflection is soon interrupted by a knock on the door, causing him to blink and wet his drying eyes. Letting out a gruff affirmative noise, he signaled that whoever was behind the door could enter. And so they did, quite shakingly I might add as they held a tangerine-colored envelope in his hand, which only meant one thing. Just the sight of it had the King of Ignitis flaring his nostrils, already catching a whiff of the disgusting smell of tangerines, his least favorite fruit, belonging to his least favorite Kingdom that his father had created a treaty with and forced Enji to be allied to for reasons that he was ashamed to admit well after his father's passing. With a quick swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip, he spoke.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me or are you going to bring me that letter?”

Squeaking, he rushed over and presented the letter with a quick bow, holding the letter out with both hands, thumbs atop the envelope, while the rest of his fingers curled into fists, presenting rather submissively. Enji took the letter, and immediately, the servant disappeared, hurriedly shutting the door behind him, though he made sure not to actually slam it.

With clear frustration, a grim expression, Enji turned the envelope to further examine it, taking note of the sender.

The Kingdom of Solis, King Toshinori Yagi.

Enji had to resist the urge to tear the letter up and throw it like confetti, purely out of bitterness. Thankfully, there was a better alternative, causing him to slice open the top of the envelope to retrieve the letter tucked away inside of it. While holding the letter in one hand, and the actual envelope in the other, he set fire to the envelope and watched with satisfaction as it turned into dust, fluttering down onto the top of his desk. He then exhaled, hesitating to glance towards the letter and actually read it. However, his eyes betrayed him as he began to scan over the words, his face going through a variety of emotions. He was coming.

His rival, a man who’s strength he was threatened by despite being four years younger than the man who probably had no idea that Enji constantly challenged him in his mind. Why did his rival need to come to his castle to personally congratulate him on his marriage as well as his upcoming heir? He was never friendly with the man, in fact, the alliance was proposed by Enji’s father whilst he was still alive, was King Toshinori planning on waging war?

Alas, it seemed he would never be able to get a moment of peace when his office door was suddenly opened, revealing his mother and her personal servant, who opened the door, quaking in her boots at the fact that she was forced to intrude upon the King’s privacy because of the old Queen’s inability to understand boundaries.

With a huff, Eiko sauntered over towards where her son was upon spotting him with the opened letter and snatched it from his hands, diligently reading through it without asking him if she could do such a thing. The words caused her to snort, unbelieving of what she was reading.

“Hah! What are the odds? The King of Solis humbly apologizes for not attending your wedding and wants to give you a gift. I wonder what it could be. A blade to the throat? Or perhaps he’ll set my castle ablaze.”

“Mother- don’t you know how to knock? This doesn’t concern you.” He growled at the older woman, standing to snatch the letter back from her to fold it up and tuck it away into one of the drawers in his desk.

“Hah. How do you plan to rub your victories in his face? I would hate to admit it, but perhaps your bride will work nicely if you flash her around him. She is conventionally pretty, after all. And you will have another heir soon, be sure to milk that for everything you've got. How old is he again and still does not have a queen or heir? Something must be wrong with him. Perhaps he is sterile… how unfortunate would that be, if he were to produce a heir, that child would be something to reckon with—”

Enji begrudgingly listened to his mother ramble, a blank expression across his face as he stared through her, an oncoming rush of thoughts swarming through his mind. There was no telling when Toshinori would appear. How would he be able to show off his Queen if she were giving him the cold shoulder?

At first, he did plan to give her her space, but this was an urgent matter. However, he was unsure of what to do to get back on your good side. He couldn't look to his mother for her advice, she never seemed to regret what she did, no matter how many times the late King would seem to slowly break under pressure. Before he could stop himself, a burning question rose and asked itself aloud for his mother's ears.

“Do you ever regret making Dad drive himself to the breaking point of taking his own life to escape you?”

#x black reader #black writer #anime x black!reader #black! reader #bnha #mha #angst #mha x black reader #my hero academia #fluff #enji todoroki x black reader #poc friendly #anime x poc!reader #yandere enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #bnha dabi #mha dabi #dabi x reader platonic #platonic dabi x reader #bnha todoroki #mha todoroki #black y/n #black reader #my hero academia enji #yandere mha #yandere bnha #endeavor x reader #mha endeavor #bnha endeavor #mha enji

[lemmetreatya]

senior banker!enji who takes you to the back safes and raw dogs you from behind in front of the floor-to-ceiling see through cases of liquid cash. senior banker!enji who knows that you, as an assistant, have absolutely no clearing to be behind those walls, but he really doesn’t give two fucks — your face looks too good stained flat against the money glasses for him to care. with your skirt hiked, tights ripped and uniform soiled, you think that there’s no way you can show your face to your colleagues right after this, but senior banker!enji’s has differing opinions. he wants them to see and know that he indeed has favourites 🤭🤭

#enji todoroki #bnha enji #enji x black reader #enji x reader #endeavor

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾

(𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 + 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾-𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾. }

not really a big enji fan I just can tolerate him but let’s imagine this being enjis new woman or being in a thruple relationship with him and his ex-wife, blended family style.

he turned a new leaf and his kids are somewhat respectable but they all live in the same house cuz he got that money money where they don’t really run into each other unless it’s the kitchen or living room.

everything is cool everyone is fine with each other, the kids are still traumatized but such is life, they don’t really care about their parents relationship they think you’re cool.

shoto asks you weird questions, touya likes your vibes, tats and piercings, natsuo’s still on the fence with enji so I can see him saying ‘don’t even bother being with enji and stay with rei’, and you show fuyumi how to cook soul food. the children think you’re a good balance between the two divorcées.

and speaking of balance you teach rei how to be more dominant in the bedroom and enji is already more submissive leaning so you just play into that, and they share you and although rei and enji no longer really have romantic feelings (did they ever?? truly?) they manage to keep it cordial during y’all’s sexual time when you occasionally feel like having both of them.

you all co parent or give them advice on how to better their relationship with their kids.

not really much thought behind this ig anybody can make a fic on it. if you do tag me, but all in all you living lavish comfortably.. you a sugar baby with 4 step children and two partners.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

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[softhued]

Change of Heart 

synopsis: you and enji agreed to have a strictly professional relationship, but after an evening together, enji has other plans in mind. 

warnings: dark content, dubcon, coercion, rough sex, oral sex , tipsy reader, power imbalance, implied age gap, escort au, reader is called a slut once 

word count: 5k

disclaimer: this was written w a black fem reader in mind, also it contains nsfw content so MDNI (18+)

You looked out the window at the twinkling city lights that meshed together and decorated the skyscraper buildings that passed by in a blur. It was rare for you to be in the midst of the city due to its expense, so on the rare occasion you had to bask in its radiance, you were going to. The sole reason why you were granted this sight was thanks to the man beside you.

You were hired to accompany the infamous, Enji Todoroki, to a charity gala. His proposal came as a shock, not expecting such a revered businessman to employ you, much less to be his date for the night. However, the contract he presented offered a generous amount of money which was enough to wipe away any doubts, but being invited to such a high-end event knotted your stomach with worries and moistened your palms.

You were plagued with everything that could go wrong. How it would be such a huge scandal if the truth of your relationship was exposed, but as the night drew on, you realized that the worry and anxiety that occupied your body earlier was all for nothing. The chemistry you shared was amazing, allowing the both of you to work exceedingly well together, and made your interactions so effortless and languid. Not requiring any second-guessing. If you were an outsider, you would have been tricked into believing that you and Enji were a real, happy, and loving couple, but you knew the truth.

You turned your head to take in the man seated beside you, who was already watching you with an unknown look in his eyes.

The corner of your mouth pulled at the sight of him as your head tilted curiously, "what?” you playfully questioned, wondering why he was staring at you so intently.

He paused for a moment, taking you in fully in the dim lighting, “you look breathtaking.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the sincerity in his voice. Maybe in another life, granted that the circumstances were different, you could've had something special.

“Thank you,” you smiled, not allowing yourself to take his flattery to heart and collecting yourself before you returned his compliment.

“I can say the same for you,” you jokingly added as the corner of your mouth pulled while you examined his formal attire.

The both of you together were a majestic sight.

You hung off Enji’s arm like an accessory that complemented his already impressive presence. Forcing everyone’s attention on both of you and making it nearly impossible for anyone to peel their eyes off as you socialized and danced without a care in the world, and ultimately stole the show without much effort.

You could feel the heat of jealousy from the looks shot at you and hear the unspoken questions in the envy-filled stares.

How did you cross paths? How did you guys meet? How old were you?

And the loudest one of all: Why you?

Nevertheless, you turned a blind eye to the overeager eyes, focusing all your attention on Enji. And to your benefit, he made the night more bearable, never leaving your side and introducing you to many of the important people present.

He engaged you in the ongoing conversations so you weren’t standing by idly, bored out of your mind. Despite his kindness, you were ready to call it a night.

It took time to grow accustomed to this lifestyle. Attending high-caliber events with snobs came with the territory, but at the end of the day, this wasn’t your scene, no matter how familiar you became. It was easy to grow weary of the mindless droning from people who had more than enough money than they knew what to do with while you struggled. But this was your big break which made you determined to hold out for Enji’s sake.

It was the least you could do after all he had done for you, like buying your entire ensemble. From the silky backless dress you wore, to the outrageously exorbitant shoes, and the sparkling jewelry you only ever dreamed of.

To make the night run more smoothly, you basked in a few glasses of champagne, maybe more than you should have, but Enji didn’t complain since your professionalism was still intact, albeit you were a bit more giggly as your temperature increased a few degrees. With each sip, you relished in the feel of the sparkling bubbles sliding down your throat and the airy feeling it bestowed, which made your night more pleasant.

Throughout the night, suggestive glances were shared between Enji and you, which hinted at something more. However, you thought nothing more of his fierce stares. Or lingering touches, like the ones that fell upon the small of your back, grazing the exposed skin. Or the arm that wrapped around your waist, pulling you in even closer, causing you to tilt your head back and making it nearly impossible to breathe without feeling his breath on your lips. While your arms rested behind his neck as you swayed to the music.

You complied, mindlessly following his lead without a second thought, leaning into his touch further and smiling at him with dreamy eyes which made him pull you in even closer.

The touches and glances were to up the ante to make you look like a real couple. One that couldn’t get enough of each other, that was the only plausible explanation considering that Enji proposed for your relationship to be strictly professional, to which you agreed. That was the boundary you both acknowledged to abide by and respect.

So you didn’t think twice about his actions or your own that worked together to create the tension needed to convince everyone of the passion you shared.

But the fire that was stoked between you meant something completely different to Enji. In his eyes, you were tempting him, making it nearly impossible to stop himself from fondling you for all eyes to see. Safely, he simply let his hands drop a bit further, settling them low on your waist, but not low enough to spark curious stares.

Your mind was still a bit foggy as you smiled to yourself and reminisced on the wonderful night you had.

Then, a hand rested on your thigh, putting a screeching halt to your thoughts. Your eyes focused on Enji as the blurriness around your vision faded a bit at the sudden change, slowly sobering you up. The first thing that caught your eye was the look he was giving you, the same look from before, but it was much bolder this time.

You chose to ignore it, opting to look down at the hand that was too close for comfort.

Was this a joke? A test? To see if you’d be the one to go back on your previous stipulations, and breach your previously signed contract. That had to be it, but you took your work too seriously to do so.

You released a light chuckle, rolling your eyes at his antics, “real funny.”

Your hand went to move his only for his grip to tighten, and his fingertips to press further into your skin. The size of his hand, paired with his wide reach, nearly encompassed your entire thigh. 

That wasn’t a friendly touch. 

“Enji?” you questioned, as the hair on your arms stood at attention.

Warily, your eyes moved to the driver, desperately trying to catch their eye as a silent plea for help in case things escalated beyond comfort.

Their eyes were glued onto the road, not paying any attention to what was unraveling in the backseat. Despite, his eyes being focused you knew that he could hear what was transpiring behind him since you were only a few feet away from each other, but he chose to ignore you. The suspicions you held were proven right, when he reached out to turn the radio up, plugging his ears to his boss' vile affairs.

How much did Enji pay for him to willingly turn a blind eye, despite feeling your burning gaze in the back of his head?

You turned back to Enji once you felt his hand move higher.

The sight of him did nothing to ease the fear rapidly spreading like wildfire in a heated, dry atmosphere. His eyes were dark, hungrily taking you in as they drifted over your much smaller frame, making your heart jump.

His hand continued to snake up your skin, shocking you back into action, so you squeezed your legs shut, closing your center off to him.

“What are you doing?” you questioned, the joking tone from earlier completely gone.

“Something that we both want,” he supplied, moving closer to you, despite your loud body language.

You backed away, pressing yourself further into the locked door, but he was still close as ever, ignoring your displeasure.

“It’s alright. I won’t do anything that you don’t want.”

His voice was oddly smooth and held a comforting tone that didn’t match his actions as he went to unbuckle your seatbelt and pull you by the arm to bring you closer to him.

You stiffened as he reached out to you and worked to reposition your body, making you face him so he could have better access. He adjusted you so your back faced the door while his hands trailed across your legs, confidently separating them like you begged him to do so.

“Enji. This is going too far,” you chimed in, hoping to be the voice of reason. “We agreed not to turn things sexual.”

But your words went in one ear and out the other. He knew how badly you wanted this. Your behavior at the event was proof that he made a grave mistake and needed to pursue you further.

A finger prodded at your thin underwear, tracing over your lips, and pressing against your clit with a feather-light touch, testing the waters to avoid scaring you off. The light touches sent a shock down your spine as his hands rubbed your pussy through the fabric.

His movements threw you into a whirlwind of panic and desire as you tried to piece together the events that transpired. You were attracted to him, but you both agreed not to do this, however, he was walking all over the boundary that was set in place to protect you.

“The contract,” you reminded weakly as your tipsy mind reacted to his touch.

He moved your thin panties to the side, exposing your plush lips to his wandering hands. Even in the dark, he could make out the shape of your bare cunt. He was like an animal, laser-focused on its prey which was ready for the taking. Only realizing a little too late that it was in danger, once it was in the predator's iron jaw.

His finger breached your hole, quickly taking advantage of your hesitation, and the objection you were going to make withered away on your lips like dead leaves.

Desperately he searched for that bundle of nerves, hoping to use it as a bargaining chip against you. His thick finger moved inside, providing you with more pressure than you ever felt from your fingers alone as he pressed against your tight walls and curled his finger inquisitively.

“I know what we agreed upon, but we shouldn’t let this moment go to waste,” he moved to kiss you, his mouth desperately needing a taste of you and the gloss that made your lips look even more enticing. With the strength of someone barely holding on, you managed to turn your head, resulting in his lips connecting to the corner of your mouth. He wasn’t deterred by your actions, only focusing on your tight cavern as he worked to convince you. “I felt the way you pressed your body into mine, the looks you returned, the tension between us. I know you feel it too."

As soon as those words left his mouth, his fingers brushed against your weakness, making your breath catch.

Found it.

He smirked, arrogance fueling him as he caught onto your reaction. Enji pulled you even closer to his body as he targeted that spot, deliberately abusing it despite the way your hips wriggled to get away.

You were flabbergasted. Your mind barely worked as you tried to defend yourself and your actions from his lecherous plans. Everything you did was because you were hired to do so.

“That was all a part of the job description, a-and we-“ you steadied yourself after receiving a pleasurable stroke against your walls, forcing yourself to spit those last few words out to get your point across. “We already signed off on a non-sexual relationship,” you continued with his fingers planted inside you.

“So, if we didn’t agree to that, you would be willing to have sex with me?” he asked, continuing his torment as your walls secreted and fluid dampened his fingers.

Your hand went to his wrist in an attempt to pry the fingers buried inside you away. He ignored your touch, continuing to work his fingers in further and quicker, making you gasp in response as your grip faltered. “What does that have to do with anything,” you supplied, but he was like a dog with a bone. Way too determined, and set on not letting go.

His fingers thrusted harsher, and you were overcome with dizziness as the world spun around you. In a feeble attempt, your knees knocked together to block him out, to which he was easily able to open your shaky legs back up to him. Inviting himself between your legs, even after you closed yourself off to him.

“Just answer the question.”

Your chest was tight with worry. You knew that this was wrong, so wrong, but your body was a second away from giving in.

“Yes.” you breathed out shakily. “But that’s beside the point,” you countered with as much strength as you could muster.

He opened his mouth to object, only for him to be cut off by the driver pulling in front of the hotel you were staying at, which was paid for by the man trying to get into your pants himself.

“We’re here.”

You couldn’t have been any more grateful than you were, “thank you for tonight,” you rushed out, moving his hand from between your legs which he allowed, and went to open the door. You wanted nothing more than to get away from him and his prying hands that short-circuited your brain.

A deal was a deal, and you couldn’t go back on your word no matter how much Enji tried to convince you.

A hand rested on your shoulder before you could exit, stopping you, “let me walk you up.”

You were already shaking your head no at his proposition, “you’ve already done so much for me, you don’t have to.”

He shot you a knowing look, seeing right through your faux polite attempt at declining any more help from him. You knew that if he made it to your room, he wouldn’t be leaving despite your complaints.

“Don’t be silly. It’s my pleasure.”

His lighthearted tone juxtaposed his motives and unnerved you even more as you saw through his facade.

He exited the car and gestured to the driver, relieving him of his duties for the night. He already had in his mind how the night would end, with you bare and spread open beneath his large frame while his dick opened you way past what you were accustomed to, and he was already growing hard at what was to come.

You tried to think fast. If you set foot in that room with him in tow, you would be waving the white flag.

How could you lose him? Could you beat him to the room?

But, he knew the room number, and he could easily let himself in with the spare key in his pocket.

You thought about getting another room, but you foolishly left your money and cards at home since you weren’t expecting to pay for anything today.

You mentally facepalmed, slowly advancing towards the elevator, and resigned yourself to your faith as Enji lead the way in his excitement.

The elevator ride was too quick for your liking, and due to the late time you arrived, the hotel was empty. Everyone was snuggled in their beds, sleeping peacefully, which was the complete opposite of what was in store for you.

If you had it your way you would’ve stalled, but Enji knew what schemes you had under your sleeves as he pressed his overly large hand upon your lower back and guided you to the room. You looked around, hoping that anyone was roaming the halls this late. If the door closed with you on the other side, it was a wrap.

While you walked down the empty halls, you kept an eye out for guests, desperately hoping that you would run into anyone, but as the silence of the halls drew on, your optimism diminished with each step you took until you were standing right outside your room.

It felt like someone was sitting on your chest as you struggled to breathe while Enji opened the door and gestured for you to enter. You took slow steps inside, unable to enjoy the luxurious room, as the feeling of your impending doom loomed over you.

You turned around once you heard the door shut and saw him advancing towards you. You desperately looked towards your bags in the room as if the solution to your predicament would magically appear.

Before he could reach you, you rushed out that you were going to shower as you hurriedly went to the bathroom, hoping that you could block him out only for him to invite himself.

You tried to slam the door on him to seal yourself inside, but he barged in, closing and locking the door behind him. Ultimately, trapping you inside.

Once again, there was no escape.

Enji eyed you as he started to remove his clothing while you made no move to undress, staring at him in shock as he proceeded to bare himself in front of you.

“Do you need any help?” he asked.

You shook your head no, frozen in place at how this situation continued to unfold.

He pulled his underwear down, stepping out of them to reveal his semi-hard dick. Your eyes lowered in shock, it was large and heavy, tilting downwards which shouldn't have come as a surprise to you, but fear still struck your heart.

“Come here,” he beckoned, turning the nozzle to start the shower.

Your body felt feverish, despite the cold air around you. You were more unsettled now than you were in the car. If he was able to do that much with another person around, being alone with him was not in your best interests, and both of you knew.

Your feet remained planted into the floor, making him come to you instead. He walked over to you, turning you to face the spotless mirror that decorated the wall, and settled behind you. The luminescent lights showed everything so clearly and emphasized the difference in size as he nuzzled in closer. His naked frame pressed into your clothed backside, and you could feel his dick stirring against your ass. His fingertips gently brushed against your neck as he watched you adoringly through the mirror, making you look away bashfully from his heated eye contact.

His fingers steered down your heated skin, making their way to the flimsy straps of your dress. Easily, he slowly pulled down the material, baring your shoulder.

His lips pressed against your flesh where the strap once was, gently kissing your skin as he looked at you through the mirror, lips still imprinted on your flesh.

“Do you know how beautiful you are” he whispered, making your stomach flutter despite itself. “Let me treat you the way you deserve.” Another kiss was pressed against your skin as he inched upwards to your neck. “Showered in praise.” Another kiss. “Savored.” Another kiss.

His silky smooth voice, the sweet nothings, and the heat from the shower worked together to halt your brain from thinking clearly.

Once he reached your neck, he tilted your head to the side. And you blindly followed suit, dangling yourself in front of him like a piece of meat. His hand went to the other strap, nudging the fabric down further and further before the front of the dress started to give way.

Shaky hands went to hold onto the front to preserve your sanity.

Were you going to let this happen?

He continued to plant kisses onto your searing skin, slowly unraveling you and lowering your defenses with each press of his lips as you unconsciously leaned into his touch and bared more of yourself to him.

“You have nothing to be afraid of,” he coaxed, moving to pry the fabric down, and you slowly removed the shield that your hands provided, letting your arms fall to your sides.

He pulled the fabric down further, revealing your breasts to his awaiting eyes. You couldn’t stomach looking at the image of yourself staring back at you, afraid to see the truth. So, your eyes stared at the floor as your dress lowered further and further before revealing the immodest underwear you had underneath.

He helped you step out of the dress, his fingers moving to the trim of your underwear.

“Enji,” you hesitated, still a bit unsure.

“Don’t worry,” he coaxed. “I’ll take care of you. I felt how wet and needy you were in the car, I know you want this, even if you are too headstrong to go back and admit we made a mistake.”

His words sent a rush to your core, causing you to press your thighs together. You were so close to slipping and allowing him to do whatever he pleased.

He pulled the offending material down your legs, baring you for him to see as he helped you out of them.

Suddenly, your eyes widened in surprise at the new angle that greeted you after he bent you over the counter. Curiosity and skepticism swam inside you, but you made no move to readjust. Without your sense of sight, you waited blindly, jumping once you felt his fingers spreading your lips as he gained an eyeful of your slick pussy. He slid his finger through your arousal, playing you like an instrument.

“What about the shower?” you reminded, the sound of water bringing you back to your senses.

“This is much more important,” he responded, dipping his finger inside for the second time that night. He lowered himself to his knees, keeping you spread as his hungry mouth connected to your slick lips.

He slowly mouthed at your pussy, savoring the way you quivered beneath him. Was it from fear? Arousal? Both? His finger returned to your hole, and his tongue flicked at your clit before sucking it into his mouth. The way he swallowed you up worked to increase the blood flow to your pearl, making you throb against his eager muscle.

You moaned out, clinging onto the counter as he feasted between your thighs, making it hard for you to hold yourself up on trembling legs. The counter beneath you supported your weight as your legs nearly went numb while he worked you up. You laid your cheek down, allowing the cool surface to calm you as the messy sounds of his tongue moving between your lips sounded.

“You taste so good,” he commented, brushing his lips against your core before returning to you. Lapping you up slowly, before changing the pace once he deemed it necessary.

Your eyes fluttered shut, letting him devour you as he saw fit and for however long he pleased. In the heat of the moment, your hands went to your ass, spreading your cheeks to give him more access while your hips pressed against his mouth in search of more.

After a shaking orgasm, he released his hold on you, standing from his crouched position with his mouth still wet with your slick. You remained bent over the counter, leaving you open and susceptible, which he was grateful for.

He settled behind you, once again, pressing his leaky tip against your quivering hole.

“You want me to split you open?" his sultry voice rang in your ears, making you vulnerable to his advances and snapping away any objections from your mind. His hand pressed between the blades of your shoulders, and you relaxed into his touch as you were molded to his liking and nodded.

His hips pressed forward, spearing your hole with his thick and heavy length. The intrusion was more than you expected, making your mouth gape in shock as your thighs trembled.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, basking in your dripping heat and the way you clenched down on him.

You whined in response, allowing yourself to take more of him as he pressed his hips closer, spreading you open slowly. His weight pressed closely behind you, and he fed more of himself to you until he was fully sheathed. You were unbearably full as you struggled to fathom the feelings that bounced inside you while each press of his hips strung you along, leaving you thoughtless and pliable. You pressed up on your tippy toes, changing his reach while his hips connected to yours.

His pace was deep and unhurried, making your eyes flutter. He was the prime example of composed while you struggled to breathe and begged to take more of him into your cunt.

“More,” you whined, lifting your upper body and pushing your hips back against his. You turned to stare up at him, begging him with your eyes. You needed it more than anything. "I need more."

The sight of you so desperate and needy made him nearly lose his composure and seeing the power he had over you and how he made you react was almost more than he could handle. He steadied himself, reaching a hand around you to wrap around your throat as he pushed in deeper, grinding his hips into yours. A squeak escaped at the intensity as your fingers scrambled to readjust your hold on the sleek counter.

“Watch yourself."

Your eyes snapped to the mirror, taking in the wrecked look that greeted you. You were worse for wear, but the sight made you clench around him, making him groan as the hand on your hip tightened. All you could focus on was your heaving chest, how he slotted himself between your legs, and how badly you wanted him. One of your hands went to grip your breast, squeezing the fat between your fingers, while the other went to play with your swollen clit.

You felt so much better than he expected, way better than his imagination. Nothing would beat the reality of you whining and pushing your hips back against his while your wet cunt greedily swallowed him.

He pulled his hips back, leaving the tip inside before he sharply pressed back in. Your mouth gaped as you stared at yourself. The sounds of clapping filled the air due to his pace increasing, allowing him to fill you deeper than ever. You were scrambling. It was too much and not enough all at once.

His head nudged your cervix, sending a jab down your spine as you arched into his touch. His hold went to your hips, gripping you tightly and denting the flesh as he pulled you back with each thrust pressing himself in deeper.

Your hands returned to grip the counter as you took the pounding you craved. “Enji- you’re so deep,” you whined. You didn’t know whether it was a complaint or praise as you clenched around him desperately.

“You love it,” Enji responded, answering for you.

You numbly shook your head in agreement, letting your eyes close. Your legs trembled beneath you, as your pleasure intensified. His thrusts maintained their harsh pace and targeted where you needed him most, frying your brain. You could hardly stand straight as your cunt gushed around him.

"Fuck... Fuck... Fuck," you groaned while his hips continued fucking into you.

You were restless, moving closer to his incessant thrusts and then moving away when they became too much. Your hand pressed against his tout abdomen as he worked your abused cunt open. Exhausted, your weak body rested against the counter while he used his hold to pull you against him, pressing in deeper and making your eyes cross.

You felt his length twitching before he pulled out, staunching his release.

"Want to suck me off?" he asked rhetorically.

You turned around and settled onto your knees, looking up at him from your lowered position. You took him into your hand and brought him to your awaiting mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking your essence off his length, and reveled in the taste of your flavors combined.

You were far gone, bobbing your head along his shaft as you desperately worked to get him off. The sound of his groans motivated you to please him more as a hand went to his heavy balls, fondling them while you licked and sucked at his dick.

Your mouth was stuffed full as you took him in deeper, casting your eyes at him.

That look alone made him twitch.

"Who knew you were such a slut?" He asked, staring down at you with infatuation. His hand went to your head, pressing you down a bit further so you could take him in deeper, making his tip touch the back of your throat as your eyes watered before he released into your agape mouth.

His warm seed trickled down your throat as you sucked every last drop from him before you pulled off, lapping at his tip.

You stood up, pressing your naked chest against his, and reached for the back of his neck to pull him to you. He moved lower, connecting his lips with yours as your tongues tangled messily and your flavors were shared. Effortlessly, he lifted you, setting you on the counter as he slotted between your legs and moved in impossibly closer to devour and take everything you gave him.

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[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

Hello, I saw your request page. Hopefully, requests are still open. If they are, can I please request some headcanons sfw or nsfw for Keigo(Hawks), Taishiro (Fat Gum), Toshinori (All Might), and Enji (Yes, Endeavor.) With a curvy bbw, beautiful black woman, big beautiful woman. (We thicc girls need love too) I can never find any good ones. They're all so lame. If Enji isn't someone you can't do, maybe you can do (Hizashi) Present Mic. I know a lot of people hate Endeavor, for good reason but I like the direction he's heading. And honestly, the idea of him being put into his place by a tiny sassy black woman, I live for it.😌

dawg i’ve been on break for the longest but i gotchu 🤝

n since i literally haven’t wrote in like an eternity imma do endeavor ans present mic, yk gotta spoil my bby😩

i went over board with hawks…

Keigo

aint no way this man not gonna date a black girl

on top of that i imagine her being thick/plus size so like 👀

Keigo is a ass man for sure ain’t not way this man ain’t about the ass

you’ll catch him staring at you ass or always wanting to feel it

he just wanted to touch you all the time

ONTOP OF THAT HE’S SHAMLESS ABOUT IT TOO

there’s a photo of you guys in public and s his hand is right on your ass while he’s grinning at the camera.. stg that got some news going

he’s the type to like hold onto your stomach, or like play with your stomach fat

and it’s lowkey annoying but he just can’t help himself

everyday there is constant praise for your body, like literally he’s always saying something slick but ofc in an endearing way stuff like

“hey do a 360 for me… now just do a 180.. gah dayum”

“but like wouldn’t it be funny if you just like.. say on my face.. hahaha.. i’m being serious.”

SPEAKING OF SITTING ON FACES, he’s like the type to threaten to throw himself off a building just so u can sit on his face, you think i’m playin he don did it before he will not hesitate to strike again…

whenever you do sit on his face he’s always pressing your cunt down deeper into his face, he wants to taste every part of you

he’s the type to grip your ass when your riding him, he fr act like he can’t handle it but chileeeee

he will have you everywhere

he’s also the type to show u off, like seriously people are sick of him

“look at my baby” this nigga squealin

but yeah he’s so sweet, his heart beat faster when he’s with you and so does his cock 🤭

Taishiro

literally will carry you, like stop bro he’d carry you all over the place

he’s so sweet towards his s/o he thinks you could fr do no wrong cause you just so cute to him omfg

and i cannot stress this enough .. he’s obsessed with you like your literally the first thought on his mind :((

another tummy grabber

he’ll hug you from behind and grab your stomach and just continue have small talk with you like he’s not using you as a personal stress ball

OMFG

he would kiss your stomach too like dawg whattttt so fucking cute

he’s all about body positivity so he loves when your feeling yourself in a nice outfit

especially when all your assets look good, shooooot he gonna be like “come here girl”

he’s also the type to squeeze your cheeks, on your face or the other ones

also kiss your cheeks :(((

he also wouldn’t care if your big spoon or little spoon but he prefers to be big spoon

when he hugs you he lifts you up bro omfg

yea overall he’s so sweet towards you and everytime he sees you he calls you precious cause to him your so precious :((

Enji 🙄

idk he’s giving sugar daddy vibes

he’s the type to buy you nice little silk nightgowns

and pay for everything dawg

but he’s the type to lay on your chest, like your suffocating but it’s a nice way to go out

he treats you really nicely and is in love with you thighs, he will buy you certain outfits that try to make your thighs stand out

during more sensual times he’s the type to kiss you thighs, or if he’s feeling more frisky he’d leave bite marks or hickeys

there was a moment when you and Enji had sex the day before you went to the beach and the press was there

you had to lie to them and tell them that a dog bit your thigh.. and enji wasn’t looking any better with the red scratches on his back

i think he prefers to see your natural hair out and doing it as well, because of the difference in hair types, it’s new to him

before you guys started dating you fr had to put his big ass in check, cause who tf does he think he catching an attitude with 😐

you would grab his by his tie and make his ass get on your level and tell him that you wasn’t there for none of that bullshit dawg

ans he listened 😋

but yeah he’s pretty good

he’s fr the thigh destroyer, will take your thighs off with a knife and fork

Hizashi

i swear if you say anything bad about yourself he’s gonna start fighting the air

his goal is to just make you laugh cause he loves your smile, he loves the way you laugh

but aside from that he lives the way your body moves, like omfg

you don’t think your doing anything, but to him your doing everything

he’ll try to get you to dance with him, cause yk he likes to see you move

and he has a bad (/good) habit of always having his hands on you, but it becomes bad because his hands will go to low… or to high..

like one time you were dancing with him and his hands went from your hips down to your ass

like oh.. we’re in public

or you’ll be cookin something and his hands travel up toooooo far, ans it gets you flustered

i feel like he loves your natural hair because he loves to do hair together at the same times

but i feel like he loves it when you get braids

another bad problem he has his whenever you get braids, especially long ones, he wants to pull on them

fight him. like actually

cause he will do it during random ass times

he lays on your chest dawg, and between your thighs

shoot even on your ass

be thinks the stomach gurgling sounds nice

like oh…

but he’s so funny during your whole relationship, and he’s so accepting of learning and adapting to new things 10/10 partner

**

i’m so sorry this came out so late, but after a whole lot of life events imma try to post a lot more :))

I hope you enjoyed it 🤍 Please Like, comment what you think and follow 🤍 have a great day 🤍

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[tanaes-playground]

The Honeymoon II Enji Todoroki x Black!Chubby Reader *NSFW*

Enji didn't use to be a man that reflected a lot or even a man that prayed. But as he finds himself being smothered by your thighs with your very essence coating his tongue, he couldn't help but thank every higher power he could think of that he found you. He groaned into you as you start to stroke him as you continue grinding your cunt across his face.

He eventually picks you up and gently lays you on the bed as you look up at him quizzically. Plush lips part and moan out his name as his fingers find their home deep inside of you. Enji can’t help but take in the sight of you tight curls sticking in every direction, bonnet lost somewhere in the discarded blankets, eyes hooded as you switch from focusing on the ceiling, Enji and his fingers.

What seems like hours pass and Enji’s head is between your thighs again as he wordlessly worships your body. You wish to engage in pillow talk more but you’ve come to terms that your husband is not a man of many gentle words and in this position you can hardly utter any words yourself. Especially as he slowly slides himself into you almost splitting you in two. Grabbing at your love handles he strides at a steady pace pushing at your cervix before dragging himself away until the tip of his length is the only thing connecting the two of you. And he repeats it again and again.

Between the moans and the slapping of skin you almost would have missed what he said. He didn’t have to say it, since you’ve been dating his hard exterior had been chipped at. Even now as he’s pounding nothing but euphoria into your core his brows are furrowed and his lips are tight. Only small guttural groans slip through but his eyes are still soft and he locks you into a steamy kiss that makes you see nothing but the blinding love he has for you. So when he said it out loud in this moment it was barley a whisper.

At this point during this specific round in the honeymoon you have already been given over 5 drawn out orgasms. But this time as your walls squeeze down on Enji is determined that this one is going to be the most intense. Grabbing a toy from seemingly nowhere he places the vibrator on your clit as he pounds into you relentlessly. He’s having a harder time keeping it together. His strokes are sloppier but your plush legs wrap around him to keep him sucked into you. The pressure of your eventual climax keeps rising until the last of both of your and his control snaps into the hypnotic pleasure of a joint orgasm.

His strokes slow down drawing out the pleasure and ensuring his seed is trapped inside of you. Peppering your face with kisses as his movement stills he maneuvers away from you for a moment only returning to bed after cleaning you up and placing your bonnet back on your head. 

As your eyes flutter close you almost miss it again. Just shy of a whisper Enji mutters, “I still don't know what i did to deserve you.”

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[itgetzweird08]

Okay But Imagine If Endeavor had a secret love child

(TW: Mentions of cheating, hints towards abuse, hints towards pregnancy)

Okay so just imagine. Me personally, Enji Todoroki does not seem like a loyal man in the SLIGHTEST with his track record. Like I could definitely see him going to clubs and hooking up with people while on missions out of the country to let off steam because he has a wife who he doesn’t love, a son that is a danger to himself and doesn’t know what it means to quit, and two other children who are ‘failed experiments’

Enji is hella motivated to accomplish his mission to create the most powerful kid, HOWEVER, he’s still human. I think deep deep down he might want some form of true love and human connection. And that’s where /she/ comes in. The gorgeous woman that he meets in a diner one late night in America, while trying to get a decent meal after a hard mission. Any place that would even come close to having something that fits his meal plan is closed, but he knows he needs to eat. So this seemed like his best option.

He enters the diner, and it’s sorta dark and is cheap as all hell. He had half a mind to turn around and just starve, but the smell of something fried hit his nose and he gave up that thought quickly. He picked his own seat, a booth in the back next to a window that hadn’t been cleaned in a while. His hand touched something sticky on the table, and his lip curled in disgust. But that curl turned into a small ‘o’ as his jaw dropped, his eyes catching the waitress that was walking towards his booth. He was never a love at first sight kind of man, especially when he gave up such a silly concept long ago, but this was enough to make him get on his knees and praise Cupid. It felt like an arrow of warmth and desire had been shot through his chest. He had a fire quirk but nothing had made him feel so hot.

Rei and the kids were nothing but a distant thought all the way in the back of his brain stem when the woman approached his table. She seemed other worldly, tall and full and brave and soft. Something about her full curls and dark skin gave nothing less than goddess. There was so much to look at but there felt like so little time to take in everything she had to offer.

A soft clearing of her throat though brought him out of his stupor.

“Can I get you anything, sugar?”

The nickname made him blush, heat rushing to his face. It was a miracle his skin didn’t alight with his flame. “Yes- my apologies. Let me get, um,” here he was, sweating and stuttering like a school boy. Pathetic- he was pathetic. Before he could get truly angry at himself, she laughed, and the sound was like a drug.

“Here, you seem like you’ve been working hard. Let me get you a coffee and a proper menu, and I’ll come back for ya. Sound good?”

And all he could do is nod with a fry mouth, his face so hot he could’ve sworn his quirk was activated.

When she came back, she poured him a coffee, asking if he was from around while he browsed the menu. He said no, and told her of his hero work and his home in Japan. She listened with open ears and heart, finding herself sitting in the booth to listen to the scarlet haired man. She took the extra mug on the table, pouring herself a cup and loading it with mini creamers and sugar packets. It was a complete contrast to Enji’s own pitch black cup. But he didn’t mind. He honestly found it cute. He wondered if the sugar in the coffee was apart of what made the woman so sweet.

One cup of coffee turned to two. And that two turned to three with two waffle specials and a bowl of fruit to share. That ended up being a free meal for him and a ride home for her after her long shift. And the kiss at the door, well…you can guess where that led.

He left in the morning before she could wake, as he had a flight to catch by that noon. But he left her with a parting gift: his cell number and the large jacket he gave her when the night breeze got too cold.

Their affair continued for a while. It didn’t help Enji that Touya was putting himself in more danger, Rei seemed to be increasingly more difficult to deal with, and like her body got tired of the constant trying for his perfectly quirked child. And he knew it was wrong, of course he did, but when had that ever been enough to stop him? He began making up missions and lies, just to fly back across the sea to see his gorgeous waitress. And every time he left her a gift. A diamond charm bracelet, a new pair of shoes, a heart felt note with Godiva chocolates. And all she did in return was make him feel alive, like his life was worth more then it ever had been.

Six months.

It all lasted six months.

That was until he got the call from Rei, mid flight across the ocean, that she was pregnant. All thoughts of love and happiness and the small whisp of desire to leave his family behind and start a new one with his lover was erased. He had a feeling. This was it, his perfect child. He had the pilot turn the plane around, leaving his doll with one last parting gift.

The baby growing within her.

This time? He didn’t look back.

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[chaibewriting]

PART FIVE — GENERATIONAL DAMAGE

prince! enji todoroki x black coded! (poc friendly) fem! reader x platonic! todoroki kids

content warnings: brief scene of violence, choking (but not of who you may think), yandere-ish behavior, please let me know if anything else should be tagged. this is dark content so don’t expect too much fluff.

word count: 2.6k

summary: Enji is very caring while Y/N is pregnant, not wanting her to lift a finger as his child grows inside of her. He’s so caring that it is almost unbearable to deal with at times.

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THAT night marked the very beginning of the turn of your fate, though you didn’t know it yet— nightmares would soon manifest themselves before your very eyes. As for now, you were feeding into the false happiness that the universe was currently surrounding you with, making you believe that everything was going well in the best ways possible.

You appreciated some of the things Enji did but right now you were a little… unsure. Ever since you had hit the seventh-month mark of pregnancy with your first child he’s started breathing down your neck more and more, telling you not to move around as much. To stay in your shared bedroom, to let the maids take care of you so that his daughter wouldn’t be roughhoused inside of your swelling stomach. For some reason, you found yourself too tired to argue and seemed to enjoy staying sentient and without responsibility for quite some time until you got bored. You still weren’t able to leave too far from your room though, every time you tried to take a little stroll down the hallway Enji would come speeding down the opposite end, scold you, and send you back to your shared bedroom. It was almost like he could sense it when you left the bedroom. It was mildly creepy. Frankly, being treated like a child was really starting to irk you, sponsored by MILF hormones.

Today, however, he was out in the town for business, leaving you to do as you pleased which lead you to be a little more adventurous, as well as mischievous, than usual. You had shuffled your way to the kitchen, a hand under your belly to help ease some of the weight off of your spine, and went inside, greeted by a few familiar faces.

“Your majesty… The king won’t be pleased if he hears that you’ve wandered outside of the chambers,” Victor, one of the head servants says while raising an eyebrow at you. You offer him a sheepish grin and then gently press your hands together, “I know I know, which is why this will be our little secret! I want to go out today!! It’s been so long since I’ve been in the garden, and I haven’t had much time to spend with Dabi outside of my bedroom so I figured a little picnic would be nice.” Victor grunted and rubbed his temples like he was dealing with a dilemma before he finally gave in, sighing and moving aside, telling others to move as well to let you do as you please. You were the Queen after all, though you told them not to treat you any differently than they treat each other. You’ve become especially friendly with the majority of the staff, so friendly indeed that they don’t hesitate to scold you most times when you do something ridiculous or weird, behavior that’s usually induced by the hormonal imbalance going on in your body.

You quickly thank everyone and start to make up some picnic foods such as finger sandwiches, sliced fruit and cheese, some cut bread, and a few other things, carefully tucking them away in a basket that one of the servants offered to you. “Thank you, everyone! Ah, before I forget,” you sneakily grin and then reach into your dress pocket, pulling out a pouch of gold pieces, handing out a generous but equal amount to all of them, “Consider this a bribe.~” You curtsy innocently and then speedily leave the kitchen with the basket in hand, well as fast as you could with the extra weight on your front. Now it was time to find little Dabi, he was more than likely hanging out with Keigo.

…

Okay, perhaps walking around the spacious castle grounds with a basket of food, a blanket, and a bulging belly filled with life wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do. In fact, you found yourself having to pause every couple of minutes to catch your breath and hold your belly up. According to the castle’s doctor, you were pregnant with only one baby, yet it felt almost like you were carrying the entire next generation, as dramatic as that may sound. Maybe Enji was right about making you stay in your shared bedroom… No! You would not be giving up so easily, and who knows when the next time you’ll be able to go outside again would be anytime soon, considering how protective your husband had become over you and your unborn child.

With hard work, determination, and the occasional break, you’d made it outside and started heading towards the servant’s quarters, only to see Dabi and Keigo currently running around and attempting to capture frogs before releasing them again. You found it adorable and endearing, liking to see the two children do what children are supposed to be doing— playing and enjoying life with a smile on their faces. And so, with a last-minute thought and not wishing to disturb their time of making memories together, you quietly waddled your way over to a tree on the side of the servant’s quarters building and set the basket down to spread out the blanket before slowiy sitting on top of it with a content sigh. Taking the basket from the grassy ground beside you, you placed it down onto the center of the blanket and exhaled, relishing in the fresh air. The cool breeze raked its metaphorical fingers over your scalp, the smell of flowers nearby filled your nostrils, the sounds of giggling from the nearby children and the chattering of songbirds all clouded your senses. Fortunately, it was much more relaxing than overwhelming or overstimulating, a sense of peace and serendipity holding all of the pieces together.

It was utterly serene. You soon felt yourself slowly tilting your head back and peering up at the sky, mesmerized by the fluffy-looking clouds and the ocean-blue sky. Really, when was the last time you were able to go outside on your own? You couldn’t remember. Enji had made sure not to have you always sitting on your ass 25/8, but even then he was holding onto your hand and leading you with a hand on the small of your back through the courtyard placed in the middle of the castle. He was smothering you, but you knew he meant well, that’s as far as you could tell at least.

As you sat there, enjoying the nature that surrounded you, your sense of time seemed to diminish itself from your mind— probably for the better, seeing how at peace you seemed to be at the moment. And, oh! It seemed the baby liked the outside as well when you felt a sudden kick within your belly. Pressing a hand onto your stomach where the kick had landed, you chuckled in amusement, gently rubbing your hand over it through the fabric of your dress. “You like the outside too, I take it?” You quietly questioned, knowing that you wouldn’t receive an actual answer, not that that mattered to you.

“Mama?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the voice that had come out of nowhere, somewhere nearby. Your eyes wandered over to the source and you sighed, realizing that it was just Dabi who had come over after hearing your voice. Immediately, your gaze softened and you smiled at him, beckoning for him to come over to you with the use of your hand. “Dabi, my little flame, c’mere.” You cooed, to which the little boy had come over to you and blushed faintly, having gotten used to the cutesy pet name. And as a ritual of sorts, he leaned over a little to your seated position and you kissed his forehead. When he pulled away, you realized that Keigo wasn’t that far behind him and immediately waved at you. “Hello, your majesty! Haven’t seen you in a while! Oh!! May I touch your belly?”

Dabi, being the protective older brother that he was starting to develop into, huffed at his friend and waved his hand around dismissively at him. “No no no, you can’t. You might imprint on the baby and they won’t know that I’m e brother!!” Keigo gasped at that, seeming to be convinced by Dabi’s worries. You giggle at the two of them and shake your head. “Pffft. That won’t happen, Dabi. Only certain species imprint on their babies.” You explain and then pat the area on the blanket beside you. “How about you two come and sit with me? I made some lunch for us to eat. Of course, you can join Keigo, and I don’t mind if you touch my belly, just be gentle.” That seemed to make the blond’s eyes sparkle as he rushed over to sit beside you and began to rub your belly, Dabi followed suit, sitting on the other side of you. As happy as he was to see you out here and also quite happy at the prospect of having a picnic together, he had his own underlying fears, particularly having to deal with the direct wrath of his father.

“Mama…? Did Father say it was alright for us to have a picnic outside…?” He asked softly, looking at you with his brows scrunched together in the center of his forehead, his lips slightly poked forward into a pout. You laughed nervously at that, unsure of what to say to your adopted son. Finally, after some thinking, you realized that you were still a grown-ass woman, queen or not, married or unmarried, you weren’t going to let Enji boss you around even when he wasn’t around. You sighed and shook your head. “Well, no, but it’ll be okay. I wanted to have a picnic with my little flame and so, here I am!” You exclaimed rather excitedly, with a childish edge to your tone. “Don’t you want to see what I made for us to eat?” An array of emotions crossed over the little boy’s face, he wasn’t sure of how to feel, especially not when it came to disobeying his father in any way. However, when he looked at you, he felt nothing but trust, love, and safety, and so, he gave in, giving his own small smile before quickly nodding his head and watching as you started to show off your culinary skills. Despite being royalty, you always found time to learn basic skills such as, feeding yourself, so making sandwiches and cutting things up like fruits and such was pretty much a cake walk, though you did have times when you were a bit clumsy. Fortunately, this wasn’t one of those times.

While you’d offered Dabi and Keigo first dibs on what you’d made, you picked up a whole apple you’d brought, beginning to peel and cut it up for the two of them while simultaneously engaging in a conversation about their frog catching. And just as you’d thought, this was exactly what you needed after being stuck inside the castle for nearly an entire month, it was more than refreshing. Sure, the courtyard had a glass roof and their windows all throughout the castle that gave you all the sunlight you needed, but it didn’t hold a candle to actually being outside in the open. You could understand Enji’s protectiveness over your firstborn child together, but Dabi was technically your first kid and he didn’t seem all that protective towards him. It was probably due to the fact that in the eyes of the law your first conceived child was not illegitimate, but that didn’t stop you from loving Dabi like your very own. Having this baby, and maybe even more in the future, wouldn’t stop that.

Enjoying your picnic, you were unaware of the potential dangers that were about to present themselves in the form of your raging husband who had just recently returned from his outing for the day after handling business in town.

…

The King soon returned after dealing with some rather insufferable individuals who dared to steal from him and his kingdom, as well as the people inside of it. Naturally, he made an example of them in the middle of the town square with a public execution, hanged in front of hundreds of eyes to witness. Adults, children, and many different people of all ages had come to watch the execution since it was such a rarity. Not because crime was relatively low in the kingdom, but because people didn’t dare to do any crime that directly impacted the king, and so, the three who had committed treason against the King— having become double spies for an enemy kingdom— were sentenced to death without remorse or any a single feather of mercy. Enji had, immediately after the deed was done, gotten into the carriage and ordered the coach to rush back to the castle so that he could see his wife. Knowing her, she was probably up to no good with him not being in the vicinity to steer her back to their bedroom. Hopefully he would not have to discipline you too harshly.

Once he had arrived, he was greeted by his usual servants, to which he grunted in greeting them nonverbally, walking past them and up the stairs that led to the front doors. He had failed to notice a few nervous looks from the servants that bowed to him, seeming to know something he didn’t. He could care less about them, he was more interested in your whereabouts. And so, he marched his way straight to your shared chambers, walking much faster than expected of a man his size. When the large oak doors, decorated with gold trimmings, had come into view, the slightest bit of a smile appeared on his face as he picked up his pace, pushing open the doors in hopes of seeing your face. “My Queen, I’m home—“ He said, though, upon not seeing you anywhere in sight he paused, quirking an eyebrow whilst giving the sizeable room a quick glance around. Perhaps you were in the bathroom? However, you would have verbally responded to him if you were, which led him to a few conclusions, all of which had him equally almost foaming at the mouth. Turning on the balls of his feet, he trekked his way to find the nearest (unlucky) servant.

After a couple seconds of walking, he spots a maid, dusting a painting propped up on one of the hallway walls, and immediately furrowed his brows, barking out his words like a rabbid dog that’s just had its chew toy taken from him. “Hey, YOU! Where is she? Where is the Queen? Didn’t I tell you to make sure she stayed in her room? Are you and the rest of the idiots in this castle this useless??” He questioned, watching as the servant immediately straightened up and began to tremble, the feather duster in her hand beginning to shake along with her. It seemed that he was waiting for an answer, seeing how he had now moved to stand just a foot away from her, looking down at her with a burning gaze. The maid’s mouth gaped open and then closed, mirroring that of a gasping fish. With every second of her lack of response, he was beginning to grow even more irritated with every passing second. Finally, he spoke again since she didn’t seem to know how to speak. “Where. Is. She?” He asked, each word sounding more aggressive than the last. The maid stared at him for just a few seconds longer before finally stammering out. “O-o-outside! Near the s-s-servants quar-quarters, Your Majesty!!” She quickly answered and then bowed her head to him, hoping that he would spare her of any horrible punishment. Thankfully her prayers were answered when she was met with the sound of heavy footsteps that quickly faded away from her location, and when she dared to look up, she could barely make out the King’s form as he hurried down the hallway. And she slowly stood up, swallowing her nervousness before her eyes widened upon realizing something. Then she crossed her heart and shut her eyes before quietly mumbling a prayer for the Queen and anyone else within a foot of the King’s wrath.

The heat that radiated off of Enji’s body was not just a result of his quirk, no, he was absolutely enraged. You didn’t listen to him, you disobeyed his orders, and who knows what kind of situations you were putting yourself and his daughter through. And with that rage fueling his walking speed, he soon found himself at another set of doors that let outside and after some twists and turns and few minutes of walking, he stumbled across you, currently standing in the middle of the grass nearby the servant’s quarters, looking around almost as if you were looking for something. And as he got closer, he heard you speak.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

At that moment, he realized you were playing that trivial children’s game— Hide and Seek. How dare you put your daughter’s life in danger just to play some stupid fucking game. Were you insane? His rage did have a tendency to blind him and make him act before thinking through things, and so, he wasn’t surprised when he suddenly stalked his way over to you, to which you turned to meet him and his hardening gaze, but a pained yelp jumped from your lips when he had suddenly struck you across the face with the back of his hand.

Enji didn’t mean to hit you so hard, but it seemed he couldn’t control his temper. He’d slapped you hard enough that it sent you rearing back, falling flat on your ass, thankfully the grass had cushioned your fall. The smack was so loud that it caused the birds in the trees nearby to flee, and you could have swore you had heard a duo of gasps as well. Even with your skin tone, the print of his hand was visible on your inflamed cheek. You’re stunned and go through the seven stages of grief in only a matter of milliseconds. Had he just hit you? The woman was too stunned to speak.

Upon hearing the sound of a slap, Dabi quickly retreated from his hiding place, only to whimper in anxiety and fear seeing the position you were in. You were still sitting up on the grass, cradling your cheek that was no doubt going to be swollen for a couple hours, and his father— glaring down at you with his hand still risen in the air. The disgust on his face was apparent and it had the four year old’s knees beginning to shake. As much as he wishes to run over and protect his new mama and his sibling, he’s frozen with fear, watching the two of you just… stare at each other, neither of you speaking a word. Keigo, who was nearby and had flew up to sit in the high branches of a tree to hide, happened to see the entire thing unfold in front of his eyes. He wanted to yell out for you and tell you to watch out but he didn’t dare too, instead, he’s horrified, but he doesn’t move an inch from where he is, not wishing to be punished in a similar, most likely worse fashion.

“I told you not to leave our bedroom. How many times do I have to remind you that until you give birth to our child, you aren’t allowed to go outside without me? Do you not understand the dangers that go outside these castle walls? Are you that stupid? Do I need to constantly supervise you like a child?” He began to drone on and on, scolding you after he had slapped you across the face and had no shame or even a tinge of being apologetic. As you listened to him literally talk down at you, almost like you weren’t his equal and you weren’t the mother of his children, your shock began to ball up into anger, rage, and something… else.

His voice and his words had made something else swell up inside of you, aside from your growing baby, and before you knew it— your quirk had unleashed itself without you controlling it.

Your head, where hair used to be, engulfed in black flames and your eyes began to glow a ferocious green color. And then suddenly, those same black flames continued to manifest themselves, wrapping protectively around your body like a suit of pure shadowy flames. You can’t control it, and before you can even register what’s taken over you, one of your shadow-protected hands wraps around Enji’s throat, choking the living daylights out of your husband, lifting him off the ground with a newfound strength that you never once knew you had. This new form is far from human, standing at nearly ten feet tall, the shadow of its body waft in the sun like long grass on a breezy day, it has no mouth, and its eyes are not truly eyes, they were simply crescent-shaped green flames, tapered at the ends. It’s bodyshape was elongated and widened, making your human form disappear inside of it as it created a protection barrier over every inch of your body. It was almost as if you had been shrunken down into a protective ball within the creature. The creature was a defense mechanism that you had no idea about, however, inside of it… it felt incredibly safe, almost as if you were being swaddled in the world’s safest blanket inside of your mother’s arms, lulling you to sleep and just let it protect you and keep you safe. You knew that you could control shadows, but you never knew that shadows could protect you like /this/, almost as if it was sentient… While you remained calm and relaxed inside of it your cheek had began to heal at a much more rapid speed, in mere seconds, you could no longer feel the swelling or the stinging pain anymore. The shadow creature had squeezed your husband’s neck, watching as his face had been to burn red and then turn blue due to the lack of oxygen, he wasn’t even able to properly activate his quirk due to this. If this continued you would probably kill him. But was that necessarily a bad thing? You were starting to think otherwise.

author’s note: hello again! so sorry it took me so long to post another chapter, for some odd reason i decided to start writing other multi-chaptered stories because i like pain and suffering. hopefully i will start to update this bad boy more often! hope you enjoyed this latest chapter, stay tuned for the next one!

#x black reader #black writer #anime x black!reader #black reader #black! reader #bnha #fluff #mha #angst #enji todoroki x black reader #yandere enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #poc friendly #anime x poc!reader #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha todoroki #mha todoroki #my hero academia #boku no hero #yandere mha #yandere bnha #endeavor x reader #mha endeavor #bnha endeavor #endeavor #endeavor x black reader #anime fanfic #todoroki fanfic #black y/n

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any job!characters we want tonight!? or do we want onyankopon drabble??

#jotaro x black reader #onyankopon x reader #toji x black reader #eren x black reader #hawks x black reader #enji x black reader #reiner x black reader

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𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽. (𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 + 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗁)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝗅-𝗂𝗌𝗁!𝖺𝗎, 𝗍𝗒𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍!𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗋*𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗂 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝖺𝗋. }

he was a ruthless king given the nickname ‘endeavor’ after conquering many towns and villages, and on his recent one he’s taken you, now he’s your husband. a tyrant king who cares for nothing and no one but power and the obedience of others, who takes you to his y’all’s bed every night since obtaining you.

his warm body almost as uncomfortable, but not more than, the way he keeps you near him. eyes always burning into your frame making you shift in discomfort. he held your wrist tightly in his big hand that damn near covers half your forearm, throwing you down onto the chair next to him before seating himself.

as soon as he’s sat the servants put out the food giving him the biggest portions, a few minutes go by of awkward silence, the utensils hitting the dishes and the cups hitting the long table being the only noise made in the dining hall before the tyrants’ youngest speaks up. “nice of us to finally see your face not in passing, new queen.” his words laced with malice as you grit inwardly, a small hum of acknowledgment leaving your pursed lips.

“i mean…going from a simple commoner to royalty. you must be bursting at your seams.” you scoff trying to keep your composure as the prince continued. “i wonder if you just seduced my father for his riches.” he tsks. “I wouldn’t be surprised.” you pant in disbelief keeping your tone steady and respectful.

“I won’t be talked down upon by a pompous prince, who would have soiled his undergarments when faced with a sword at his neck. you know nothing about me.” he slams his open palm on the table, making the dishes ‘clink’ against the surface. “you wouldn’t survive in the situation I was put in!”

you weren’t phased by him, not in the slightest as he rose his voice, scarred face holding nothing less than contempt for you. “I did! and many more that’ll have you waking up in cold sweats and looking over your shoulder at the slightest pen drop… now I suggest, my prince, to address me with respect, as if I were one of the soldiers fighting your king’s battle, because I was…a victim paying the price for your idiotic war, so excuse me when I say I’ve seen more bloodshed in a day than you have your whole life… I bet you wouldn’t even be able to handle a godforsaken paper cut.”

“enough!!” a loud deep voice boomed through the squabbling of you and the dual haired male, silencing the already quiet dining hall, servants scrambled over each other to leave the room, his other two kids that were looking between you and their younger brother now tensed and faced the table. “you will treat my new wife with respect or its off to that room with you!”

you sigh looking off to the side, rolling your eyes with a pout as your arranged husband finished his shouting. “you don’t need to do that my… king.” you gulp forcing the word out. “he is frustrated, rightly so…” you turn to face the youngest. “i am not your mother, nor am I trying to be we’re the same age for the gods’ sake… i am a treasure earned through your father’s raid on my village. your siblings are older than me, your father’s wife, you think I am not frustrated also—“

you hear a warning grunt from the burly man at the head of the table making you shift with a sigh. “—you don’t even have to acknowledge me, but do not treat me as if im dying to be in this position…” you feel the kings glare on you looking at him before looking away clearing your throat. “I-i… forgive me, my king, for speaking out of turn and spoiling our supper, i just felt the need to clear up any misunderstandings your heir has.”

・❥・

a voice spooks you as you sit on the terrace over looking the night sky of the kingdom. “are you scared of my father?” you reposition yourself, resting your head on your knees, the young prince takes in the bruise marks on dark skin, as you sigh and look over at him. “I’ve never known fear from any man until your father’s army raided my village, it happened when I was barely knee high things I can never forget… but as I got older my people started a resistance I was apart of it and we started to fight back, we started to win.” you look away, a soft smile painted your face before quickly disappearing.

“but your father couldn’t let that happen. he came leading about 60 men, who slaughtered almost everyone of our male soldiers, by the end there were very few of our battalion left, me and my father, the chief, included. so my father came up with an.. arrangement, and i agreed, for the sake of my people.” he looks at your side profile seeing the pain in your eyes.

“I have not had a peaceful nights sleep since your father overtook my village, even more so than when I got betrothed to him, having to sleep in the same bed w-with that—“ you stop your rambling letting out a heavy sigh. “so you ask me do i fear your father…” a wry laugh falls from your grim expression as you gazed at him in his heterochromatic eyes.

"i am terrified of him.” the prince gently touches his left eye. “you’ll hear no argument from me; the man is a monster under the guise of sovereignty, my family and i know it well.” you let the silence and cool air wash away your feelings as you did every night choosing to not let emotions show and tears fall as you sleep next to your peoples murderer.

“I wish to start over. I want you to forgive my insolence, my queen. I’m told that i judge too fast.” he spoke after a few minutes of quiet, the calm breeze washing over you both, making your eyes widen. “I also do not have much friends except for a few servants and I know that you could use some, being the same age and all.”

a soft smile graced your lips, tone somber as you relive your past, recalling your situation, once again rectifying it’s gravity. “fine just never call me ‘my queen’ again, y/n is just fine I’ve been stripped enough as is.”

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

#city.writes #black writers #black reader #black fem reader #x black fem reader #x black reader #black yn #giving real ‘i never wanted to marry him I was doing it for the family’ vibes #them servants was getting tea no 🧢 #this fic about enji but it ain’t about him you dig?? #shoto x black!reader #shoto x black fem!reader #mha shoto #bnha shoto #shoto todoroki #angsty mha

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No quirk au

Parks

Dabi x son reader

Fluff - no quirk - child reader

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Dabi was groggy as he prepared a bottle for his eight month old, the tattoo artist holding his son on his hip "calm your shit, it's ready in a sec" dabi grumbled as he checked the bottle, deeming it safe enough for his kid.

Being a single dad wasn't easy, Dabi ran away from home as a teen from his own shitty dad, Enji Todoroki.

He changed his name and started a new life... then (name) came along.

A one night stand and Dabi got full custody as the mom wanted nothing to do with the little guy who absolutely adored his dad, the tattoo artist dressing his son up in matching outfits or similar outfits more often than not.

(Name) was definitely a daddy's boy, the man wanting to give more to his son than his dad gave to him.

He went to the play dates, he played with his son and even went to the daycare events.

"Let's get you into something cool" Dabi mumbled, wandering as his son ate.

(Name)s closet was a mix of gifts from his friends and stuff Dabi bought, with his free hand he picked out a simple outfit knowing his kid was going to be a menace at the park today.

Dabi stood out at the park, covered in tattoos and all black and sunglasses he wore compared to the other parents.

Dabi gently pushed his son in the infant swing, (name) squealing as he was pushed gently and little feet kicking when he got close to his dad "look at you go" Dabi comments with a soft smile, eventually taking his son out and letting (name) out, the babe just figuring out walking and Dabi wanted every opportunity for him to practice.

(Name) was out cold in Dabis arms as he returned home, the single dad happy his son had such a good day at the park, he was glad he could give his son what he never got.

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[gglitch1dd]

Blood of my House Pt1

Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader

Context: Eijiro's plan to claim back his family's throne is put on hold when you appear, as the rightful heir. You get on his nerves but you both need to work together in order to get the usurper off your throne. Lets just hope you both don't fall into the stereotype of your house.

Game of thrones inspired- The Kirishimas are basically the Targeryens. Credit given to George R Martin and the mastermind that he is.

Warning: this story deals with topics of cousin incest and referenced incest ( I don't condone this IRL), violence, taboo lust, blood, fire, time period specific misogyny and dragons. So be prepared. No smut... yet.

“If we advance our forces forward and take them from atop the valley, we can exterminate at least two thousand of their forces.” Bakugou Katsuki spoke as he moved the figures of black painted dragons that represented the Kirishima army. The blond man stood up straight as he motioned to the large map that was on the table that was in the shape of the continent that was the realm. He looked up from the table at the men that were around the table. “That way we can kill all those fuckers before the moon reaches it’s peak.”

Lord Taishiro Toyomitsu looked to the head of the table. His golden eyes on the man who was the centre of their cause. “Your grace.”

Kirishima Eijiro looked up from where he sat at the head of the table. His ruby eyes looking at the man who had unwaveringly and unquestionably joined his cause before looking around the table. Suffocating ruby eyes that gleamed with a fire so hot behind them. He looked back down at the table. He nodded his head. “Let it be done.” He stated as he stood up from his chair. Immediately everyone stood up, allowing him to leave the room with Katsuki following after him.

Eijiro exited out of the room, moving down the hallway, servants and lords bowing their heads to him as he moved towards his personal chambers. The stone walls of the castle were made out of dark black stone that was said to be burnt from an old dragon that melded the rocks together. Eijiro entered his room, placing down the heavy Valyrian steel sword against a table as he fell back down on a cushioned chair. He let out a sigh as he draped a hand over his eyes. Today was a long day of meetings and strategy.

Katsuki chuckled as he stood at the door. “Should I send dinner to your room?” He asked.

“Please.” Eijiro groaned. “And send for a Meyster.” He stated as he rubbed the side of his head. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat up. “I have a headache.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows twitched but he let out a grunt and closed the door.

Now alone, Eijiro put his head back with a sigh, glad to finally be alone. He didn’t think that leading a war against the Todoroki’s would be so difficult but he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. He opened his eyes again as he looked back at the view from the mountain top. The Sunvaile manor was built into the mountains with its village surrounding it. Eijiro never thought he’d ever be here in his ancestral home, at least not leading it as Prince and rightful heir to the throne.

Eijiro barely remember his parents, he only knew of the tragedy that befell on their house. It was a great gathering here to celebrate the birth of King Kirishima Ryosuke the second’s second born, a son, after having had his eldest daughter a few years before. It was a tradition that the Kirishima family had whenever a baby was to be born. Having the babe born in their ancestral home where dragons were said to have first been discovered in this world, was said to be good luck. The parties were extravagant and with such a big house with so many members, Eijiro could only remember faces of people that looked so similar to one another.

However Todoroki Enji, Lord of Turnes, had plotted in secret and assassinated nearly every member of the Kirishima family to ensure that there was not a single person to claim the throne. Fortunately, Eijiro’s mother and father, Lord and Lady of Summersvale, managed to hide him away with a loyal sword that would send him far away so that when the time came he would ascend the throne. The last thing Eijiro remembered of his mother, her hair being the deep red of her house Toyomitsu and not the inherit trait of Kirishima black, and the whispered spell she had cast over his hair.

One of the most noticeable features of Kirishima lineage was the inky black hair and ruby eyes, a pair of traits that never separated from one another. Many of his elder siblings, his father, aunts and uncles had the same trait. A dominant gene that never left. However, the next time Eijiro looked at his reflection in cold water while on the run away from Summersvale, his hair was a crimson red, similar to that of his mother.

Unfortunately the loyal sword that had managed to get him out of Summersvale had fallen at the ends of smugglers and Eijiro found himself sold into slavery at the age of five. He was fortunately bought by the Bakugous, the family that led the BakuLands. He was young and was quickly taught the ropes, making sure to do what he was told as a little errand boy in exchange for food and a place to sleep. However, Eijiro always had an interest in the sword, and that’s how he met his best friend and brother at arms, Bakugou Katsuki.

Katsuki was an annoying little shit, but he was loyal and a good friend. He easily befriended Eijiro mostly because Eijiro was the only boy willing to befriend him other than the son of Katsuki’s former wetnurse, Midoriya Izuku, the bastard. Lady Mitsuki rather disliked Eijiro, not liking the fact that her son had made friends with a servant but it was the most she was ever going to get out of him. Eijiro trained beside Katsuki in secret and served him.

That was until Katsuki’s parents had taken Katsuki and consequently Eijiro as Katsuki’s personal servant, to Summersvale. It happened purely by chance that their hunting party had stumbled upon the caves that the dragons nested in. With a flash of fire, Eijiro trying to save Katsuki’s life, Eijiro was left unburnt and unscathed, however, like a phoenix’s burnt wings, his red a flame hair turned black like ashes. And ever since then, the whispers moved around the realm saying how one Kirishima had survived that night.

Prince Kirishima Eijiro.

Or at least, that’s how Eijiro remembered it.

Eijiro wondered what life would had been like did his parents survive, if that fateful night had not happened. He wondered if right now he’d be surrounded by his sisters, if he would be sitting down having dinner in a hall that was filled with laughter and bright smiles. If he would learn under his father to become the next Lord of Summersvale or whether his eldest sister would have taken the title (unlikely but a thought regardless). He wondered if he’d still be the same man as he was now.

He was taken out of his thoughts at the sound of racing footsteps out in the halls. Eijiro’s eyes flicked to the door before it opened. Katsuki stood there with heavy breaths as he kept the door opened standing in the doorway. “Eijiro, you must come and see this.”

Eijiro’s eyebrows furrowed as he stood up from his chair, grabbing his sword as he did so and heading with haste out of his chambers. Katsuki escorted him out of the room and down the hall. “What is the matter? Is it the Todorokis?”

Katsuki shook his head as he headed towards a window that faced the front of the castle. “No. They bare a different banner.”

“Whose?”

Katsuki motioned for Eijiro to look outside. The setting sun had bathed the tops of the mountains in orange but otherwise darkness was quickly overtaking the land. But that did not stop Eijiro from seeing the banners that were being carried by a hoard of men, soldiers that were heading towards them, close enough to be concerning. At the sight of the black banners that bore the red sigil of a dragon curled up with flames surrounding it like the sun, Eijiro stiffened.

Katsuki sighed as he nodded. “They bare your banners.” He stated.

It didn’t take long before both men made it outside, Eijiro grabbing his clock and throwing it over his shoulders, a black furred mantel resting on his shoulders. It was once his fathers and he had always been shy of wearing it, but he prayed that it would give him strength right now. Both Katsuki and him headed down the outside stairs into the courtyard as the gates were opened to allow the visitors through.

Entering on horseback on a white stallion was a man neither Eijiro nor Katsuki thought they would see again. Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Deku?!” He let out surprised. “You bastard! You’re still alive?”

Sitting atop the stallion was a green haired man with freckles that littered his skin, his green eyes looked down at the blond with an amused glint but a deep dangerous poison brewing underneath. He scoffed as he got off of his horse. “I see you haven’t changed, Kacchan.” He stated as he landed on the ground with a thud as he walked over to the two men. Izuku’s eyes went to Eijiro, his eyes assessing him. It had been years since he last saw the other man. He bowed his head. “Your grace.”

“Izuku, it’s been a while.” He let out offering his hand.

At the sign of friendship Izuku took it with a smile of his own. “It has. Last time I saw you, your grace, your hair was red, not black.”

Eijiro chuckled. “A lot has happened.”

“Indeed.”

“Deku,” Katsuki folded his arms over his chest with a frown. “How are you alive and why on earth are you and your forty thousand men baring up Kirishima banners? Have you finally come to help our cause?”

Izuku hesitated before an amused chuckle came from his lips. “I am here to fight a Kirishima cause yes, just not yours.” He revealed before motioning up to the sky. “Hers.”

Eijiro looked up to the sky, clouds seemingly undisturbed however as he kept looking he noticed something strange moving closer, rippling through the clouds. An odd sound went through the air, a loud roar that sounded different from his own dragon. His eyes widened as a large dark dragon came flying in the air over the caslte. The force of the wind, nearly knocking many back but Eijiro stood his ground.

He noticed a person was riding a top of the dragon as it circled around, gradually getting lower to the ground. Finally, the large dragon settled on one of the thick walls of the castle, made to be that thick due to the dragon claws and weight. The large beast let out a loud roar, snaking its head up to the sky almost in victory at being back home. It ruffled its wings before lowering its head to pear down at the men that were staring up at it in fear.

Eijiro’s men had sort of gotten used to his own dragon, Riot, but that was mostly because she was the only one left. Or so they thought.

Sitting perched on the dragons body was a woman, who’s eyes bore into Eijiro’s like a mirror. Something twisted inside of him, wondering who on earth you were. The dragon lowered his head with a scuttle as you unseated yourself, using his wing to slide down and land on your feet. You were dressed in black, in a jacket and suit that suit you well as you walked forward to stand before Eijiro and Katsuki.

Izuku stiffened and bowed his head. “You stand in the presence of Y/N of House Kirishima, first of her name, eldest daughter of King Ryosuke Kirishima, second of his name, rightful heir to the throne, the princess of skies and speaker for the broken, the unscorched lady of the night.” Izuku introduced as you stood looking at Eijiro unwaveringly.

Eijiro blinked at the introduction. He turned to look at Katsuki. Katsuki looked at him then quickly got the jist. “This is Eijiro.” He stated plainly. Eijiro punched his side. “OF House Kirishima.” He continued with a glare at his best friend. He cleared his throat and motioned back to Eijiro. “He’s Lord of Summersvale.”

You raised a slight eyebrow at the short introduction but it was more in amusement than anything. You chuckled as you looked over at the man in front of you. He was undoubtedly a Kirishima male. The long thick black hair that cascaded down his back like a mane and the burning intense ruby eyes that he had were enough to tell you. “Cousin.” You greeted with a smile.

Eijiro’s eyebrow twitched as he recognised you. Despite having spent years apart, the sight of one of his kin was enough to assure him of your identity. Blood could recognise blood. “Cousin.” He acknowledged. At his acknowledgement, Katsuki looked at him shocked, but Eijiro couldn’t didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“It has been far too long.” You started, your eyes moving over his figure once more. Despite seeing him and seeing what was once your little cousin Eijiro, his size surprised you. He had grown to fill the large disposition that was infamous of the men in your family. Large broad shoulders and a tall thick muscled demeanour. He was taller than any man you had ever seen and carried himself with such prowess. “Last time I saw you, you were but a boy still young enough to be attached to your mother’s tits.” You let out snidely, earning a humeroued smirk from Izuku and stifled chuckles from his men.

Eijiro’s eyebrows twitched. “Last time I saw you, you were but a girl who didn’t have any.” He shot back earning some laughs from his own men behind him.

You stood your ground, your smile not faltering as you looked at him. “We have grown.”

“Yes...” His eyes moved down your figure, your stomach tightening in knots as you watched him. His eyes flicked back up to his face. “Yes, we have.” He joined his hands in front of himself as he glared down at you. “What are you doing here Y/N?” He asked with a furrowed gaze.

You let out a breath. “How about we discuss this inside? It is getting late and cold and I’d rather give my men some rest.” You stated.

Eijiro was silent for a moment but nodded his head. Katsuki gave him a pointed look that Eijiro ignored. “Katsuki arrange for her rooms to be ready. We are heading inside.” He ordered as he turned around and headed inside.

You followed after him, motioning for Izuku to tell your men to set up camp for the time being in case you would have to leave the following day. You and the rest of your advisors headed into the castle. You looked up at the formidable entrance, stone dragons perched near the entrance, the size of young dragons barely able to be ridden yet. You turned to look at your own dragon. He was getting herded away by dragon chamberlains, them speaking to the large beast in High Valeryian. You trusted that he would behave himself and so walked in after Eijiro.

Eijiro did not speak as you followed after him. But you didn’t want him to speak as you looked around the castle halls. It had been so long since you had been back home here, back to your ancestral home. A part of you felt as though you could feel your family’s embrace even though shrouded in the darkness of their demise. You saw a family portrait hanging formidably.

Your uncle Takeo and his wife Yua with four little girls surrounding them and a little baby boy in Yua’s arms. You knew it was Eijiro and a part of you wanted to scoff at the little thing. He seemed like such a brat.

You continued to follow him into a room you were never allowed in as a child. A room where all the men of your family sat, often talking plans when it came to governing the seven kingdoms or when it came to the family. Your eyes looked at the table, the map of all the kingdoms set before you. Your fingers slid on the obsidian marble that was the table in front of you. Your eyes moved to the head of the table where your father used to sit.

Eijiro watched you, how you silently reminisced as you slowly walked through the room. It was quiet as you did so, everyone spectating you. Your eyes moved up to him, noticing how he had moved to sit at the Head of the table. You gave him a tense smile as you sat the opposite end. Izuku took his place beside you and Katsuki stood beside Eijiro.

Eijiro’s hands were joined together in front of him as he watched you with a analytical gleam. “I assume that this visit isn’t a familial one amongst kin.” He started, now that everyone whose ears needed to be in the room, were there.

You hummed as you leaned against the chair you sat in. “Indeed.” You nodded your head agreeing with him. “I heard about your cause all the way in Chalrogo. After some thoughts and talks amongst me and my councilmen, it was decided that the best course of action was to find you and join our causes so that I shall take my rightful place on the throne.”

“Your rightful place on the throne?” Eijiro asked with a scoff as he looked at you up and down. A humoured chuckle left his throat as he did so.

Your eyebrows twitched in annoyance as you sat up. “Do you find something humorous?”

Eijiro nodded his head with a smile. “The fact that you think you belong on the throne, is humorous.”

“And why is that?”

“Why?” Eijiro asked with a scoff. He motioned to you before leaning to the side with his hand supporting him. “No woman has ever sat upon the throne.”

You knew he would say that, every man has said that. “I am the eldest born and only child left of King Ryosuke.” You reminded him. “I have a greater right to sit on that throne more than you.”

“Ah, but you forget, cousin.” Eijiro let out with a tsk as he shook his head. “I am the oldest male of the Kirishima House left, which automatically makes me Head of the family and King by default.”

“Your father, swore an oath to his older brother, my father, that he would be loyal and dedicated to our reign.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you kept your eyes on Eijiro. “Your father owes me that vow and you, as his son, are the only one left to uphold that.”

Eijiro frowned at your excuses. He found them pathetic and rather humerous. He couldn’t ignore the matter at hand that was your new found existence in his life, but this all seemed a bit much for him. Katsuki stepped forward. “Excuse me, Y/N-”

“Princess Y/N.” Izuku corrected with a glare.

Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku’s interruption. “Yes, yes, your grace,” He said dripping in sarcasm. “But last time I checked, your brother was born and named heir on the night of the Burnout flame.”

You rolled your own eyes. “Oh please. My younger brother had barely lived longer than an hour before his life came to an end due to the usurper that is Todoroki Enji.”

“At least there is one thing we agree on.” Eijiro pointed out. “You want to join our forces.”

You let out a breath, trying to regain control of yourself and a sound mind. You nodded your head. “The blood of our house is stronger together, is it not?” You asked. “I have 45 000 men and fifty ships ready and waiting at my disposal, as well as enough gold to burn.”

Sero Hanta’s eyebrows twitched as he tilted his head. “How much gold?” He asked.

You glanced to Izuku. He nodded as he turned to the door and opened it, allowing two of your armed men to carry in a chest filled with gold. The chest was brought down on the floor with a heavy thud, coins already spilling out of it. Eijiro and his men had wide eyes at the sight of it.

“I have fifty of those.” You revealed bluntly.

Eijiro was silent as he looked from the chest over to you. He wondered what on earth you had been through and what you had done in order to have such power at your back and call.

“Your grace,” Both him and you had turned your heads to look Toyomitsu Taishiro. He looked to Eijiro with an earnest look. “Joining your forces under one banner would give us the advantage. A hundred thousand men strong would be enough to defeat the Todorokis with the right plan.” He acknowledged. Eijiro’s eyebrows furrowed but he listened. He owed this man, his uncle, his life and a lot more. He trusted him. Taishiro turned to look at you. “Besides, your house must be united now more than ever. And forgive me for saying, my princess,” You smiled. “But you look just like your mother. Even now.”

You smiled gently at the complement. You nodded your head in gratitude. “Thank you, Lord Toyomitsu. My house will always be grateful for the loyalty and fealty to us.”

“Yes, my nephew has told me.” He acknowledged as he motioned to Eijiro.

Eijiro frowned as he looked over at you. Here you were, sitting in front of him almost as if you dropped out of the sky. Eijiro was not sure what to do. He let out a grunt. “I think it is obvious that together we are stronger than divided.” You nodded at the obvious. “Then I agree. We will work together to unseat King Enji from the throne.”

“Then who will sit on the throne?” One of your advisors, Lord Aizawa Shota asked as he leaned back in his chair tiredly.

You turned to look at Eijiro and he stared at you right back. You forced a smile to your face. “I think we can determine that like adults, can’t we, Eijiro?” You asked with a smile that Eijiro wanted to pull off of your face.

He nodded curtly. “Of course. But please, we shall show you to your rooms and we can eat dinner together, as one.” You nodded your head as you stood up from opposite him. All of your men stood up and followed you out of the room, followed by a servant that was summoned by Katsuki. Once you finally left Eijiro let out a groan as he leaned back and dragged a hand down his face.

“So…” Kaminari Denki started lowly as he tapped his fingers on the table. “Are we just going to ignore the fact that she looks like every man’s best dream?” He asked openly.

Eijiro glanced at the blond man with a glare which quickly shut Denki up. He wasn’t wrong, you had grown a lot since he had last saw you. You were a woman now. In every shape of the word and it haunted him. Suffocatingly so. You were smart, he could tell by the arsenal you had behind you but you were also beautiful and deeply aware of it too. He could tell by the way every single man in the room was unable to look away from you.

“This could be a trick.” He let out lowly as he thought about every possible scenario.

“If so, she’s a very needed trick.” Sato acknowledged, his arms folded over his chest. “She comes with men, ships and a hefty sum to her name.”

Commander Hounddog nodded his head with a low grunt. “She’s perfect to your cause, your grace.”

“But then comes the real question…” Taishiro started as he adjusted his seating, minding his large belly as he did so. His golden eyes moved to Eijiro and the younger man knew that he was going to say something that would make the entire room uncomfortable. “Are you going to wed her?”

Eijiro let out a loud laugh at the thought. “Wed her?!” He asked motioning to the door. “She’s my cousin!”

“Yes but… It’s kind of what your family does.” Sero let out with an awkward smile. “You’re a Kirishima, she’s a Kirishima, you both have blood that stems from a time of old magic and dragons.”

“It would solidify your claim to the throne.” Tetsutetsu recognized earning hums from around the room.

Eijiro scoffed as he stood up from his chair. “Oh please! That’s appalling. I don’t have to marry her in order to stake my claim. My mother was not a Kirishima and I have the same claim as she does!”

“But that is because your grandfather, King Shinyo first of his name, wanted to cement the ties between our two families.” Taishiro reminded his nephew with a pointed look. “But your grandparents were both from House Kirishima, her parents were both Kirishimas.”

Katsuki nodded with a hum. “Siblings in fact.”

Eijiro glared up at the blond. “You are not helping!” He told his best friend. “If marrying a woman is so important, fine I will do so, but it damn well will not be her! My blood is thick enough to not need her for anything other than her assistance to the throne. By the end of the season cycle, I will be seated as the next king of the realm, whether she likes it or not.”

-Glitch1d

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