Friend, I just screamed. SCREAMED.
How about this~ if I may request an Enji that happens to see a perfect little darling happening by and can't help himself...
...I'll happily write a request for you in exchange!
You'll get yours 😈 when I think of one
Subject: BNHA, Enji Todoroki aka Endeavor
Title: Future
Trigger Warning: Obsessive behavior, kidnapping, fantasizing, breeding (mentioned), Enji is a Karen confirmed
Enji fumed walking to his tailor. He had received a message from one of his sidekicks stating that his presence was "unnegotiable" at tonight's charity gala and worse, he needed a new suit within a handful of hours because he'd put on so much muscle mass that he'd burst out of his old one. It was turning out to be a rough and irritating day.
He shoved open the door to the shop, the little bell jingling to make his presence known--as if he needed it when his heavy footsteps.
A tiny figure popped up from behind the counter. "Just a minute! Mr. Ao is currently working with another client but I'll be more than happy to help when I put these swatches away."
Great, the apprentice. Well, it didn't matter to him as long as you sewed his suit correctly. He was paying good money for the best possible service, after all.
He didn't pay much attention when you lead him to a private fitting room. It wasn't until you closed the door that he remembered where he was. The private room was decently sized with a rack of premade jackets to the side, three mirrors that caught every angle in the room, a small table full of sewing equipment, and of course the dark wooded chair for Enji to sit in.
In this room alone with you, he finally processed who he was looking at. You. With your pretty little sewing apron and messy hair. Your tiny but nimble hands unwrapping the measuring tape. The way you politely commanded him to lift his arms as if you could possibly command him to do anything...
He wanted you. Bad.
Feeling your hard-working hands wrap around the meat of his muscles, giving a gentle squeeze to measure the give for the fabric. Your short arms struggling to wrap around his waist, pulling the measuring tape taught against the planes of his abs and dragging it up to the full curves of his sculpted pecs. He shivered when the tape scraped his nipples through his shirt.
"Are you cold?" You asked.
God, even your voice was cute.
"I don't get cold," Enji said. He was still grumpy, you being the cutest thing he'd ever seen hadn't changed that.
"Oh, okay." You picked up his old suit and examined it, comparing your new measurements with the old recorded in Ao's customer book. "Wow, you sure gained a lot of muscle Mr. Todoroki. Looks about a whole three inches of girth all around."
Why did you have to say girth? Now he was thinking about those little hands wrapped around the meat of his cock. Would those tiny hands of yours even be able to wrap around his balls? God, feeling you cup them would be amazing, desperately trying to wring his cum from them--
Now was not the time to be fantasizing, he reminded himself.
"Where's my tea?" Enji demanded, trying to get his mind off of you. "Mr. Ao always has tea prepared for his guests."
"Right! Sorry, sir." You skittered out of the room and returned with a paper cup of steaming green tea. When your hands brushed his for that split second of transference, Enji could have sworn he felt sparks.
When he married Rei it hadn't been for love. It had been about power when he spread her open and bred her. Enji knew of love and saw it everything and everyone but himself. But now... He felt it. This was love. Or at the very least, this was his breeding instincts begging for one last round in the ring.
Would you be a good girl for him, like Rei? Or would you fight him every step of the way? He could imagine you clawing at the wide expanse of his back, your tiny legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed into you hard enough to ensure you couldn't escape him the next day. You wouldn't want for anything under him, nothing but freedom--assuming you were coherent enough from his cock that you remembered you wanted it.
Shit, you were talking again. Oh you pretty little thing, didn't you know what you were doing to him? You had to know.
It took him everything to focus on what you were saying, "Since we don't have time to make a whole new suit, I thought maybe we could change the design to add more fabric in a fashionable capacity." You picked up a tablet and showed him a rough sketch of his jacket with red fabric inlaid in the seams to accommodate his size. Frankly he knew nothing about fashion so it looked good to him.
He just wanted you to touch him again.
"That's fine," he said. "As long as I have full use of my arms and legs. You wouldn't know anything about being a hero, but even the clothes we wear outside of work need to accommodate our movement as well as be quirk resistant."
"Of course, sir! Hero work is really intense. I can get started on your suit right away and have it delivered to your address with time to spare. Should I have Mr. Ao bill to the usual account?"
"Will you be the one delivering it?"
"Ah, no. We usually outsource deliveries, sir."
"Hm. I think it would be best if you did. That way you can come with me to the gala." What was he saying! "It would be... Uh, it would be a good way for you to show off your work, maybe make some connections. People from all walks of life will be there, I'm sure that this could be a good opportunity for you."
"I... I don't know what to say." You blushed, sweet and shy, confidence slipping in the face of opportunity. "I would love to."
"Excellent, my driver can take us there and back. Just dress nicely."
"Of course, sir, and thank you again. I'm going to get started on the modifications."
"Please do." Enji stood up, turning away from you quickly and coldy to walk out the door so you couldn't see the outline of his hardening cock in his pants.
He reminded himself to be patient.
Later that night when you arrived in your pretty, slim fitting dress and his bold but fashionable tux, Enji said, "You're a little early. Please come in. I'll make you some tea before I change."
"Oh, I don't want to bother you Mr. Todoroki!"
"It's no bother." He gestured for you to come inside and the moment your foot crossed the threshold of your new home, Enji firmly closed the door and locked it. "Now, why don't we talk about your future?"
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bloodlust
mature content / nsfw / blood / vampirism
My veins are constricting into themselves. Thinning. My fingers and toes run cold and my heartbeat whooshes in my ears slower and slower with each second that goes by.
His lips are red-hot on my neck. Small, button-nose inhaling the scent of my skin as he gets his fix of me. His hair falls into perfect curls on his shoulders. He’s so absolutely beautiful I can’t contain it. I hold his bicep, my grip getting looser as he drains me. I try to squeeze when my fingers tingle, but to no avail. My body shivers beneath him and the blood starts dripping from his mouth when he can no longer hold any more. The flow is too much for him to drink.
“Jimm…” I whimper. Still-hot blood drips down the mounds over my chest, trails down the length of my torso. His fingers are inside me, and soon the blood encounters him. He thrusts my own blood back into my body. I can taste it in my mouth.
Then, I convulse. It’s euphoric.
“So good for me,” he mutters. Tears fall from my eyes. I love him.
I fall into a void of black. He’s taken too much—not enough. I’m grateful. It’s an orgasmic experience. Before I black out I hear him: his moan of graciousness. I served him adequately. It makes me happy.
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hi 👀
so I had this idea yesterday about vampire jimmy and immediately started writing it. it's very far out of my comfort zone and much darker than what I usually write. if you're all interested, I can write it out to be longer and maybe even make it a few part one-shot series. please let me know. as always, thank you so much for reading.
happy halloween! 🎃
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) faraeyes . 🌷
[ ID: A flag with eight horizontal stripes, the first and last stripes being thinner, in the following colors: light cyan, turquoise, lighter turquoise, mint, light pink, soft pink, pink and purple. In the center, there's a drawing of an eye, split into shades of purple and turquoise. /End ID ]
-> definition: a fantasium(link) gender related to eyes or eye motifs in fantasy, such as: eye related magic, eye motifs in fantasy media, fantasy creatures with unique eyes, etc.
-> source: flag by @tr3nd3r-c0r3
-> etymology: fara + eyes
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I need to be stabbed,
Over and over
Watching blood weep from the wounds
Staining everything it touches in crimson
Feeling the pain, writhing beneath it, and held still.
I need to be restrained gently by loving hands as steel parts skin
Shushed as I whine and told,
“It’s okay. You’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you. Never again. You’re mine, and mine alone to destroy.”
It would be okay to die this way, I think,
Knowing there is no safer place you can be.
No better way to die,
Than by the hands of someone that loved you.
You know they’ll take care of it.
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