#endeavor fanfic

[dexlexia]

doting wife - enji x reader

pairing: Enji “Endeavor” Todoroki x Reader rating: 18+ summary:  ”Enji,“ You said as you walked through the manor. It was summer and Enji wanted to put you something more traditional during these summer months. So you went through the halls of the manor in nothing bout a yukata decorated with flower and flames to signify who you belonged to. As if your round and active middle didn't give it away.  tags: wife!reader, pregnant!reader, smut, rough sex, doggy style, pregnancy kink, breeding kink

 ”Enji,“ You said as you walked through the manor. It was summer and Enji wanted to put you in something more traditional during these summer months. So you went through the halls of the manor in nothing but a yukata decorated with flowers and flames to signify who you belonged to. As if your round and active middle didn't give it away.

You rubbed your lower back in annoyance, now in month six you were starting to feel the aches and pains of carrying a Todoroki child. You shuffled through the manor and peeked into rooms until you found your husband in the training room.

You were Enji Todoroki's first wife. Quirkless since birth but he didn't care. You would give him the children he desired. He once described your womb as a bare canvas so all the children you had would be more likely to develop a quirk like his than anything else. You took what he said as a compliment, you were giving Enji the family he always wanted. It was your job to be a doting wife and mother in the Todoroki home.

You peeked through the gap on the door and smiled when you saw him. At almost fifty, nothing really stopped him. He was still going strong, you knew for sure his swimmers were growing strong because it only took four months of marriage before you got a pink plus sign. You rubbed your swollen mound and felt a slight movement of your child. You gave a firm yet sweet pat before you opened the sliding doors of the room and went inside. 

Enji was lifting weights in the center of the room, the weights, just from the size of them, were heavy. Something a woman like you wouldn't be able to lift, especially not in this state. Yes, there were women heroes, but some women were simply meant to be loving wives. 

He looked up at you and put down the weights with a 'thud'. He was sweaty all over and even from a distance you could tell that his skin was hot. He looked at you like a prize, something he won. It didn't take much convincing from your family to let the much older, number one hero wed you. Even if you were wife number two, the amount of money that was left in the wake of him taking you away was more than enough to compensate. 

He placed a large hand on your swollen middle, “How is he doing?” His voice was gruff, you remembered the first time you heard it in person, it aroused you in a way. He rubbed your bump and leaned down to kiss you. His wedding ring gleamed in the sunlight that came through the windows.

  “He's doing well, a little achy on my hips but I'll survive. Everyone told me it wouldn't be easy, so I have to expect it.” You placed a hand on top of his and beamed up at him. 

  “Would you like for me to rub your back?” He asked, then reached behind you and put a hand on your lower back, he gently rubbed the skin as he guided you to a yoga mat near the corner of the room. 

He loved when you wore outfits like the one he put you in today. He found modern maternity clothes too restrictive, this gave you freedom and movement as you moved through the manor. He helped you down onto the mat where you attempted to sit cross-legged but your belly got in the way.

Maybe he should've taken a wife so small, but to be fair most women were small compared to him. But he believed that you were strong enough to carry his protege. The child that would beat All Might, unlike his other children who failed him. He reached around to your front and undid your yukata. He pulled it down your shoulders until your entire back was exposed. Then he took off your bra, you had complained about how weighty they had become, and he assured you that it came with pregnancy, after all you had to feel a Todoroki. No small feat for anyone. 

You sat there and felt the warmth of your husband's skin as he began to massage your sore back. You place your hands on your swollen mound and rub the area. You basked in the feeling of your husband. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he wanted you to carry his children. He needed a strong, dedicated mother and wife. And in turn he'd make sure you never went without. Your role was to fill the manor and keep those mouths fed and happy. 

And after all that's what you wanted in life. A dedicated wife to Endeavor, make sure his legacy lives on after he retires. Create and birth the next number one hero. The thought made you smile as you felt movement in your belly. You felt content, his strong hands worked your tired muscles. Eventually his hands traveled to where your hands were and he began to rub gently at your stretched skin. He felt the movement of his son inside of you and started to kiss your neck. 

  “We shouldn't.” You whimpered as your fingers locked with his. You made a small noise as his top teeth grazed the soft skin of your neck. 

  “There's no one else here, dear. Just you and me.” His voice was low. He gripped you hands tightly, “And a wife is always ready for her husband.” He added before he pulled his hands away from yours and began to take the rest of the yukata off your body. Soon you were just left in black maternity underwear that ended below the belly. 

He tossed it to the side and began to massage your achy breasts. His calloused thumbs played with your hard nipples as you felt wetness grow between your legs, soaking your panties. 

  “You look amazing, my love.” He said. His lips grazed your ear, “As a proper woman should look.” His problem with his previous marriage was that he was too focused on quirks. What he wanted was a woman who idolized him like the sun. Someone younger, more traditional leaning. From there she'd raise great children, where one if not all will become great heroes. 

The grip on your breasts made you roll your hips a little bit, your heart rate was quickening as you felt the wetness dampen your panties. You probably looked like a big beached whale with that belly, but Enji adored you. And you in turn gave over everything to him. He'd always take care of you, you had nothing to worry your little head about. 

  “What do you say, my love. Let me take care of you even more.” He leaned you forward and you got on your hands and knees with your ass facing him. He stroked your under belly from between your legs, feeling the movement of the strong son you'll be giving in a few months time.

You moaned when he wrist grazed your sex over your underwear as he pulled his hand away. You felt him take off the black underwear and with your help got it off your thighs. Enji pulled away for a moment before he returned with a yoga ball to give you something to rest against while he pounded into you.

You relaxed yourself but kept steady so as to not roll away. Soon his large fingers were spreading your pussy lips. You clenched in anticipation but relaxed when he inserted the tip. You made a sharp noise and he rubbed your hip as he guided his length into you. 

  “How's that, my love?” He asked.

  “So good, Enji.” You whimpered as you felt the stretch of his cock inside of you. Soon his heavy length was seated inside of your sweet cunt. You were still tight like you were the first time you made love to him. Which was your first time ever with sex.

He started to move his hips quickly, your belly and breasts moved with every rough thrust. He loved his sex hard and fast, he loved watching his partners try to accommodate his size as quickly as possible. He liked when it hurt a little and their poor moans left their mouths as they tried to get him to slow down. When it came to sex, the first goal was procreation and after that it was a place to empty his balls after a tough day. 

And he believed his wife should always be ready, and you usually were. Wanting nothing more than to make love to him while he drilled his cock inside of you. You moved your body in time with him, the hard thrusts against a thin yoga mat while your sweaty body clung to the rubber of the yoga ball. 

Enji felt under you at your belly and rubbed the mound while using it as leverage to ram his cock inside of you. You voice pierced the air  as he continued to fuck you. Your  face laid pressed against the ball as he worked your body. You felt like such a sweet hole, a soft cunt for him to release his needs into. He grabbed your belly and groped it to feel what he put inside of you.

No other man will ever have a taste of your sweet sex. He was yours until you both died, you'll never want or need another man in your life. You would only belong to him for the rest of your days. You'd be the proud Todoroki mother he always craved. He could see you now with five, six, maybe seven kids. Enough to fill the empty home you both inhabit. 

Your noises were so sweet, he could tell your mouth was hung open as you tried to get as much air as possible.  You held on tightly to steady yourself against the wave of thrusts that Enji brought down on you. You swore he was hitting all the sweet spots, you'd like for him to slow down for the sake of the baby but once Enji got something in his head, you couldn't stop him. 

  "You're beautiful. My beautiful bred wife. With a cunt still as sweet as our wedding night." He groaned as he moved faster. The sounds of sex were louder in the room as he practically dominated you. The idea of you dominating was almost cute, you couldn't even tie your shoes now let alone be on top. You were better on your back or belly anyway. It gave Enji easy access to your sex. 

  “Thank you, Enji. I love you. I'm happy I married you every day. You make me a better woman every day.“ You lived in your idea of heaven as Enji thrusted away inside of you. You were happy with this life, when you saw your age going out in skimpy clothes you were happy for them, but you were more content with the round middle you sported and the cute traditional maternity clothes Enji picked out for you. 

Your belly continued to sway with the movements, soon you placed a hand on your rounded middle and moaned into the rubber. You felt your cunt clench around his cock. The feeling of pleasure coursed through your boy as you felt on the edge of orgasm. You moaned loudly and arched your back and your belly brushed further up against the yoga ball. 

  “Beautiful. And all mine.“ He responded as he grabbed your ass. He gave a quick swat and groaned over how you tightened once more. The sex was loud and rough, the sensation left you on the edge of your seat. 

 ”Please, Enji! AH!“ And with that you came around his cock, soaking it in your wetness. 

  ”That's it. That's my love. So good.“ He groaned as he continued to thrust his hips. His cock painfully hard inside of you. He too was about to cum . His pace became disorganized as he thrusted hard into you. He grit his teeth and felt his skin run hot as he thrusted into you one last time and finished inside of you.

You moaned into the ball and the thrusting stopped. The obscene sound was made when he pulled his cock out of your abused cock. With a string of cum connecting the two of you. With careful hands Enji got you onto your ass once more onto the mat.

He rubbed your belly and gazed at you, his cock hung soft between his legs. You panted widely as you came down from your high. The feeling was addictive. You looked at the time on the wall clock and quickly got up.

  ”Where are you going?“ He asked.

  ”It's time to make dinner. I need to feed you after all!” And stark naked, you waddled out of the room to go back to the kitchen. The sight made him smile as he followed you with your clothes. It was a sight to behold, his happy pregnant wife on her way to make him dinner. What a life. 

#enji todoroki #endeavor fanfic #endeavor x reader #enji x reader #enji smut #endeavor smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #mha endeavor #mha smut #mha x you #mha #endeavor

[lady-lauren]

Pairing: Enji Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general. 

A/N: Special thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ and @titan-fodder​ for reading over this bad boy, and extra special thanks to my power going out right as I was excited to post this. God how I’ve missed Endeavor. One horny thought turned into over 6k. Enjoy ❤️

Endeavor’s name and presence is all over his hero agency. On every letterhead, blazing neon red letters on the front of the building, on company sweatshirts and stamps, email signatures, and even every pen and notepad. Yet the man himself is hardly ever seen.

Working directly for the titular hero of the agency as his senior support staff means that you see him more than most, and even still, his flaming body is a rarity to you.

So it’s a shock to see him in the elevator this morning, fire extinguished due to the spacial hazard. He’s dressed casually, white dress shirt and navy trousers. It’s too early for his hero duties to begin, the clock having not yet struck 9 a.m.

“Good morning,” you whisper with your eyes averted; his proximity always makes you anxious.

“Morning.”

He greets you with a curt nod as you step into the elevator from the parking garage floor.

Your first instinct is to press yourself to the farthest wall away from him. There’s an obstacle, however, one of his many sidekicks already twiddling his thumbs with worriment against the right wall. Endeavor stands in the back left corner, arms crossed, muscles bulging. You stick to the front of the car, leaning against the cool wall near the control panel.

The top-most floor is where you’re headed—same as your boss.

An itch crawls in your throat to make small talk, to fill the silent, awkward void as the elevator doors close and the cables hoist the metal box upwards. But you keep quiet, even if it is a long ride to floor thirty-six.

Lights on the floor numbers flicker, passing the lower levels, only to stop on the main lobby.

You exhale heavily as another sidekick enters the space, this guy bigger than most, making you step back a bit closer to the number one hero.

More people continue to filter in, worker bees about to go to their respective places in the corporate hive.

One after the other, feet shuffle, each new body making you edge closer and closer to the behemoth in the corner. Some have the guts to acknowledge Endeavor, others have wide eyes and try to cram themselves as far away from him as possible.

Endeavor is still hot—literally—without his flames, the heat of his body making the elevator car feel like a sweltering humid day. Like the sun, torrid waves pour from his core, making sweat form at the base of your neck.

The elevator doors finally close, only for them to re-open just one floor up.

Someone leaves, but three more enter. Everyone has to displace like water, make room for the other employees.

You take your final step back before your heeled shoe catches the toe of Endeavor’s boot.

“Sorry,” you mumble, placing your hand on the wall next to him to steady yourself.

The Flame Hero only huffs, casting you a glance before returning his gaze that rests over every head.

“Geez, busy morning, yeah?” Someone breaks the ice, someone nods in return.

“Elevators, huh? They really have their ups and downs.”

You can feel Endeavor groan in annoyance behind you, his broad form just a hair’s width away from you. Your legs are stiff in your heels, back straight as you try to be mindful not to touch or bump him. It’s not that you’re afraid of him, you just dare not be inappropriate with your boss—with the number one hero.

But your efforts to keep a suitable distance between you and your colossal employer fail when, by floor ten, you’re pushed back against him when another influx of people rush the elevator.

“I’m so sorry,” you look up at him as you apologize, craning your neck back against his chest.

“It’s alright.”

When the elevator jolts back to life, surging upward, your balance betrays you. Endeavor catches your hip before you lose yourself to gravity, a large hand keeping you upright.

The touch should be brief—that’s what you expect. Instead, his huge, hot fingers stay put, lingering. His thumb feels like it’s scorching your body at the seam of where your blouse is tucked into your skirt.

Your hair stands on end and you become acutely aware of just how much of you is touching him.

Your back is flush against his chest, his brawny thighs—spread wide—are on either side of your own, which are pressed together with nervousness. The top of your head bumps back against the collar of his shirt, the buttons down his robust chest are scraping against the thin fabric that covers your skin. His strong arm at your side keeps you from bumping into the elevator wall.

The two of you are rocking with the shifting and lifting of the elevator, shoulders bumping into the people next to you; the tall side-kick in front of you is nearly touching your nose with his back.

The elevator car creaks, the cables struggling.

“There’s a weight limit to these things, isn’t there?” A woman whispers near the front.

“Says here 1,500 pounds.” A little guy near the front reads the plaque above the floor buttons.

You can’t see beyond about three people around you, the height of the sidekicks blocking most everyone’s view. But if you had to guess, there’s about twelve people on the elevator, and at least four of the bigger heroes are well over two hundred pounds, Endeavor included.

“I think we’re over capacity, but we should be okay.” A different voice, one that makes people sigh with relief.

When the metal doors glide open on floor twenty, revealing two faces ready to enter the car, it’s Endeavor who speaks up.

“Elevator’s full. Catch the next one.”

No one would dare tell him no.

The rumble of his voice travels down your spine, makes your toes curl in your shoes that are starting to feel too-tight. Your ass is promptly placed at his crotch, the realization of which makes you flush.

Five floors whisk by, the next lit up button about to be reached, only for the elevator to shriek and rumble.

“Oh shit!” Someone yells as the world shifts, as the lights flash and the metal box shakes.

Endeavor instinctively wraps his arm around your middle, his free hand flying forward to stop the sidekick in front of you from crushing you between two muscular bodies.

A few of the ladies scream, a few of the men, too, a high pitched conglomeration of curse words and panic.

“Oh god we’re gonna fall!”

“From how high? What floor are we on?!”

“Fucking hell, we’re gonna die!”

“Endeavor save us!”

The electricity crackles before the lights go out, a faint flicker of hope before casting every face into darkness.

“It’s alright, everyone,” Endeavor sighs as he speaks, his hand rubbing against your side like he’s trying to soothe you, too, “we’re going to be fine. Just no one make any sudden movements.”

“Are we going to fall? Can you save us?!”

“Easy,” he tuts at the voice in the dark, “just stay calm. The elevator has shut down purposely in order to prevent it from crashing. If it was going to fall, it would have already. This is a built-in safety measure.”

“What do we do?” One of the sidekicks asks, eager to save the day.

“We wait.” Endeavor answers, finally pulling his hand off the back of his other sidekick, but not removing himself from you.

“Wait for what?!”

You sigh, resolving to let your weight fall back against your boss, tired of trying to keep yourself from being improper in this situation.

“Be quiet.”

A blue light comes to life near your side after Endeavor fishes his phone from his pocket. He dials a number quickly, pressing the speaker function since he can’t pull his phone to his ear due to the bodies cramped next to him.

“Hello, this is Ellie Vader, how can I help you?” A female voice chirps from the speakers.

“Ellie, it’s Endeavor. The elevator has shut down at my office, me and…” he pauses, ready to take a head count but unable to see in the dark, “quite a few people are stuck.”

“The Elevator Hero is at your service! Make sure no one moves suddenly—no jumping, no banging on the walls—I can be there in about fifteen minutes!”

“Thanks.”

And then the light is gone and people are exhaling in relief.

“There’s an elevator hero?” You mumble up to Endeavor, smiling even if he can’t see it.

“You’d be surprised how many elevators get stuck a day in this city. We’ll be fine.”

The blackout urges people to be quiet. It’s pitch dark, the absence of light making some go still, while others try to feel their surroundings, causing a ripple of “ouch,” “back off,” “don’t touch me,” “that’s my fucking toe.”

Soon, though, a few people are able to maneuver their phones into their hands, and dull screens make the packed space feel less intimidating. Two co-workers even start up a hushed conversation at the front, talking about the department meeting they dread today. Another pair strikes up a forced chat about weekend plans. They’re human, after all, awkward and trying to fill the silence.

Feet aching from heels you did not plan to be planted on metal floor for so long, you shift your weight between your knees, inadvertently rubbing yourself against your boss’s crotch.

“You alright?” Endeavor turns his face down to whisper to you, lips brushing against your ear.

“Mhm, yeah, my feet just hurt a bit.”

“I’m sure they do, given those ridiculous heels you wear every day.”

There’s a playfulness to his tone that you’ve heard from time-to-time. Though now, in such close proximity, it makes you warm, makes your palms sweat.

You murmur without thinking, “Yeah, but they make my legs look good.”

Regretting the words immediately, you press your lips together, ready to bang your head into the guy’s back in front of you.

Endeavor doesn’t respond right away, only chuckles, the arm around your middle retreating. He slides his big hand across your belly, slowly, like he wants you to feel it. Then his fingers are back to your hip, but moving down, down, down until his absurdly large fingertips are trailing the hem of your skirt.

“Indeed they do.” Endeavor speaks more softly than you’ve ever heard him before, just a breath of words for you to hear.

But anyone could hear him if they were paying attention. If anyone were to crane their neck and look back, they’d see the outline of number one hero creeping his fingers up his assistant’s skirt in the dark.

Hot can no longer describe how you feel pressed against him. The temperature goes beyond that—boiling, like he’s on fire and engulfing you even though his quirk is being suppressed. You’re flying far too close to the sun, being sucked into his orbit.

Your fingers clasp in front of you for sanity, knuckles squeezing tightly as you hold your breath.

You’d be a liar if you said you’d never thought about fucking Endeavor.

It’s hard not to think about sex when you look at him. He ticks every primitive mating box: incredibly tall, handsome, the strongest of any pack he’s in. Everywhere he goes, he brings an air of authority with him. Making people cower is almost part of his charm.

Endeavor clears his throat and it makes you jump, the deep sound vibrating against your back. Two fingers come to a halt on the back of your thigh, just a few inches higher than your hem, just a few inches away from touching your backside.

“Are you alright with the work you’ve been given today?” He asks quietly, pointedly to you.

It’s code. You pick up on it right away, as it’s Monday and you’re lucky enough to not have any assignments yet. He’s asking if you’re alright with him touching you.

“Yes, sir—” you lick your lips as you think about what to say in response, “I think it’s going to be a very pleasurable day.”

Someone in front of you snorts, muttering a “yeah, after we get off this goddamn elevator, maybe.”

But the fingers that continue their voyage up your thigh tell you that this elevator calamity is about to be the highlight of your morning.

Endeavor shifts you both, pressing his shoulders back farther against the back wall, giving himself more space to get his huge hand farther up your skirt.

His other hand is quick to act as well. He grasps your ribcage, making you suck in a breath, fingers splayed wide so he can brush the underside of your breast without detection. Your bra stands in the way, an unfortunate barrier, but still your tit jiggles in the cup just enough to send heat straight to your cunt.

The elevator creaks and groans, like a ship baying in the ocean. A few shocked gasps echo around the space, which is the perfect cover for the sound you can’t help but make as your boss’s fingers settle between your legs.

Endeavor spreads the fat of your pressed-too-tightly thighs easily, two thick fingers rubbing against your panties.

A strained sound comes from his throat, like he wants to say something but is holding himself back. His middle finger strokes further between your thighs, pushing against your clit. You see stars for a moment in the dark, pleasure searing down into the pits of your stomach.

You’re both damp. Him from the heat of the elevator, mostly caused by him, anyways, his white shirt clinging to his plush chest. You’re wet between your legs, his touch immediately making your slick pool against cotton.

His fingers are languid but strong, repeating the action of sliding between your covered folds and toying with your clit until your thighs are clenching around his wrist, knees knocking together and shaking.

“Good,” is all he breathes down the back of your neck, concise praise that makes you bite the inside of your cheek to avoid whimpering.

Your head falls back to his chest, breasts heaving as you try to take deep breaths to calm yourself. From the light of a phone screen in the corner, you can barely make out Endeavor’s features. Sharp jaw turned down toward you, thick neck with a pulse thumping as hard as your own. You can barely make out the jagged lines of his facial scar, a firm reminder of whose hands you’re in.

Desperately you want to tilt your head back just a bit more, offer your lips for him to kiss. But you can still hear people all around you, even if you can’t really see them. Coughs and shuffling, mutterings and someone on the phone up front toward the doors swearing that he’s not late, just stuck in an elevator with Endeavor.

It’s hard to grasp the concept that Endeavor is touching you, that he wants to touch you, and made the move himself to shove his fingers against your pussy. You’re just a pretty girl with a simple quirk and a talent for organizing his schedule.

Endeavor manages to pull his burly arm up a bit more on your side, weighty palm curving over your breast until his thumb and index fingers rest at the base of your throat. A contingency plan, you realize, for him to take quick action should you get too noisy.

Long fingers are deft, swift and pushy, pulling your panties to the side so he can really touch you, smear feverish fingertips through your wetness. You bump your head back against his chest in near defeat, eyes screwing shut as you focus on not verbally responding to the gratification of skin upon skin.

He’s good at what he’s doing, too good, playing you like the devil plays his fiddle as his index finger slips into your tight hole and his middle rolls against your clit.

You nearly lose your footing, having to plant one foot back between his stance in order to stay standing. You’re more open for him now, his thumb pushing at the fat of your ass and spreading you. Your cunt sucks in his finger willingly, wet and squishing, making you flush with embarrassment.

But no one seems to notice, there’s no sound of shock, no shadowy figures turning in the dark.

In a fucked up way, it feels like just you and him, a moth sucked into a dangerous flame.

“More?” Barely a whisper into the top of your head, breath hot and lost in your hair.

“Yes,” you sob quickly.

He moves the hand at your neck higher, squeezing just enough to feel blood pumping in your carotid arteries, to keep you quiet.

More than anything, you want to feel full, and he heeds your silent prayer. Endeavor stuffs two fingers into you, middle finger abandoning your clit in favor of curling against your walls. He pumps into you roughly, purposely, each thrust making your stomach tighten. He wants to drive you off the orgasmic cliff, force you to cum in his hand.

And you’re getting close, far more quickly than you’re proud of. His fingers are skilled, cruel, finding that perfect spot inside you that makes you want to scream. But you can’t. You swallow it down, grit your jaw until you hurt. His thumb and ring fingers are mean against your ass cheeks, packed against soft flesh as he coaxes more slick sounds from between your legs.

Endeavor squeezes your throat, once, twice, like he’s urging you, commanding you. Do it, do it.

Delectable jolts race across your nerves, blending together at the apex of your thighs, deep in your belly. His fingers press in deeper, harder, velvety walls rich around him. You can feel every knuckle, feel how he spreads you, vicious and eager, like he doesn’t care that you’re practically dripping into the floor.

Your lashes are fluttering as you fully put your weight back against his chest, content to just feel him. His breaths are steady, calming, like he isn’t pounding his fingers into your cunt. His fingers are thick, insanely so, which only makes you hold in a whisper at how fat his cock must be.

Each press of his fingers makes you jump, makes your stomach tighten like some molten core is forming with every thrust. It all feels too good, like a hot, humid heaven where you’re being stuffed and satiated.

Your hips buck back against him, heels scraping the floor, his hard cock pressing right against the groove of your ass.

Feeling him behind you, Endeavor, number one hero, massive body, forearms straining against you, his cock aching for you, that’s what pushes you over the edge.

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. One of your hands flies to the hero’s wrist around your neck for stability.

You absolutely shatter, thighs quivering, cunt cinching, orgasm flooding all your senses like you’ve been thrown into the deep end. Blood rushes to your ears, fills your cheeks, rushes south as you gush. You’re blissfully trapped, waves hitting you from every angle, knocking the breath out of you as you cream all over your boss’s hand.

“Fuck,” you have to say something, have to curse into the silence before you scream and explode.

“Good girl.”

He doesn’t remove his fingers right away. He lingers, pressing his cock against your ass, moving his hand down to tug at your waist and get you to rock back against him. He delights in the friction of you against his slacks, practically purring behind you.

“Hey, what’s that sound?” Someone comments. Immediately you blanch, worried you’ve been caught.

But you hear it too, the cables tugging again, the machine of the elevator humming back to life.

“Oh my god we’re saved!”

“I thought I was going to die!”

It’s a chorus of happiness, one that easily drowns out the slippery sounds of Endeavor finally leaving the sanctuary of your cunt. You squeak at the loss of contact, feeling so very empty as he pushes your skirt down, wipes the mess of his fingers on his pants.

Still, the gigantic man doesn’t quite let you go. He keeps his hands on your hips, keeping you planted right in front of him. To hide the tent in his pants, you assume.

“Hi there!”

The elevator doors finally open on floor twenty-seven to Ellie Vader, smiling with a giant wrench thrown over her shoulder.

“Oh thank god!” One of the elevator passengers flings himself at her, wrapping her in a hug as he dramatically brings himself to tears.

“Goodness, it’s hot in there! Everyone out, elevator is fixed, but we can’t have this many people traveling anymore!”

Eager bodies shuffle out, shoulders bumping, quickly cursing before apologizing.

But Endeavor keeps his hands on you, firm, steady, telling you that you are not to follow suit.

“Thank you, Ellie,” Endeavor’s voice is a bit hoarse, but he gives her a forced smile from the back of the car.

“Any time, pal! It was probably you who weighed down the damn thing, anyways. Now off you go!”

The beaming hero smacks the up button on the outer wall, closing the doors and sending you back on the track to the top floor.

You don’t have time to process fully being alone with Endeavor.

Easily, far too easily, he pushes you against the elevator wall, hands on either side of your head as he cages you in.

Blue eyes spark with flames, low rumbling ones, flicking just hot enough to kiss your skin.

“Cancel everything on my schedule today.”

“B-but sir, you have—”

“I. Don’t. Care. Clear it, or better yet, message one of the other assistants to do so. You’ll be occupied the rest of the day.”

He takes your jaw into his hand as you nod in affirmation. You can still smell yourself on his fingers. Your cheeks squish underneath the might of his grip, and he watches you curiously, quietly, like a lion playing with a fresh catch.

The elevator chimes before he can kiss you.

“Follow me to my office.”

He turns on his heels, marching in a beeline out of the lift and straight to the large double doors of his office. You follow a few beats later, hands quick to find your phone and send out an emergency email to the rest of the support staff to wipe the boss’s calendar clean.

You’re a bit wobbly as you exit the elevator, panties still pushed to the side, but swiftly find your footing. You take long, brisk strides to the looming promise of Endeavor’s office.

Once you enter, he commands you to lock the door, which is not unusual given how he hates to be disturbed while he’s working.

“On the desk,” he has yet to sit down, too busy peeling off his dampened shirt and running a hand through red hair.

His office has always been intimidating. Far too large and nearly empty save his desk and a few couches, the floor to ceiling windows making it feel even more expansive as it overlooks the Musutafu skyline. You feel small against the oak wood of his desk, like a doll placed for decoration as you cross your legs nervously, like he hadn’t just had his hand between your thighs, in your cunt.

“Pretty little thing, aren’t you?” His words make you prickle with delight as his belt clinks, the leather being slid from his pants without a second thought.

“Thank you.” It’s all you know to say.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you.” He cages you in again, big palms flat against his desk as he leans down to brush his nose against your throat. “Thought about fucking you since I hired you.”

You’re overwhelmed by him, by his size, by his cologne, his proximity. He’s all encompassing so up close and personal. Your eyes are glued to his musculature, transfixed by the way his shoulders roll, how plush his pectorals are. He could easily crush you with his might, yet his hands are quick and soft as they push and pull at the buttons of your blouse.

“Kiss me.” You demand of him, your lips wet and begging for friction.

He indulges you without a second thought, one hand unclasping your bra as the other holds your chin. His mouth is heavy, hot, rough against yours like he’s taking what he wants. He swallows your moans, slides his tongue past your teeth so he can taste you. Warm, languid movements, consuming and intoxicating. He tastes familiar, like how he smells each day, but exotic, like he’s forbidden. And he should be. Yet your legs are spreading below him and your naked tits pressing against his chest.

“Fuck,” he groans and puts his hand on your back, smushing you close to him, slotting your body against his. He’s too tall for his cock to press against your pussy, yet you can feel it against your stomach, twitching against the seam in his pants. You wiggle yourself against one of his powerful thighs, desperate to feel some kind of contact between your legs.

Endeavor breaks your kiss by tugging at your hair, fingers weaving between the strands so he can pull your neck back and keep you still.

Blue eyes scan your spit stained lips before wandering down, stopping to watch your breasts heave from the breath you lost to your kiss.

“Always knew you’d have perfect tits.” He punctuates his statement by plucking at one of your nipples, rolling the bud between hefty fingers until it pebbles to his touch.

You can’t help but whine as he repeats the action, pinching and pulling just to watch your body’s reaction. He yanks the hand in your hair back, making your spine arch and tits press out further. He plays with your other nipple, balancing the sensations, making you grind down against him as you search for more pleasure.

Dipping his head, he places a long, flat lick across your nipple, leaving a cold trail in his wake.

“Enji!” You lean into the pull he has on your hair.

He sucks your nipple into his mouth, a grunt vibrating across your breast as he circles your sensitive peak with his tongue.

“Like my name in your mouth,” he says between breasts, lathering the other with plenty of attention as well. You shiver at his ministrations, the air conditioning making you bristle in the cold when his heat shifts across your body.

“Enji,” you repeat with purpose, “fuck, you’re spoiling me.”

And you mean it, it’ll be hard to walk into his office and not think of him nursing your tits.

“Just wait, sweetheart. I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

You moan, feeling like he already has.

Enji releases your hair, the heel of his hand pushing against your shoulder to get you to lay flat against the papers on his desk. Ink sticks to your sweaty skin.

“Let me see the mess you made.”

Moving your skirt down your hips before you can even process, he opens your legs wide, gigantic hands pushing on the backs of your thighs so your slick, sloppy cunt and soiled panties sticking to your folds are on display.

“Mess you made,” you correct with a breathy giggle, staring up at the ceiling of his office.

“Didn’t hear you complaining in the elevator, sweetheart.” He runs a finger down your folds, your body convulsing at the touch. “In fact, I didn't hear you make much of a peep. Such a good girl, keeping quiet for me.”

“If your cock is anything like your fingers, I don’t know if I can be quiet.”

Enji plays with your messy cunt, curling two fingers against you before peeling the wet cotton away so he can look at you.

“Don’t want you to be quiet,” you both groan as his finger prods your hole, “though I’ll make you hush if you get too loud.”

You flush with a fresh heat as he pulls your panties down your legs, feeling strings of slick pop from where you were sticking to the threads.

“Look at that pretty pussy. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock. You were sucking my fingers so tight earlier.”

You never expected him to be so vocal and it makes you gasp, fingers trying to grip into the clutter of paperwork on his desk.

He’s aware of his strength as he grasps your hip, careful not to hurt you even as his blood simmers and his cock springs from his pants.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, eyes gone glassy as you close them against the fluorescent lights, “please, please.”

He grunts in affirmation, sliding his thick cock over your slippery folds, coating himself. There’s a vein that runs on the underside of him, hot and pounding, moving just right against your clit to make your thighs shake in his hands.

The urge to look at him, to actually see the monstrous cock you’ve been dreaming of, is strong, but his grip is stronger. You can’t move below him, his shoulders and arms working to press and secure you against his desk. All you can do is breathe and wait, feel his fat cock slip and grind against you.

“Deep breath,” he tells you, pressing his leaking tip against your cunt, “might hurt.”

Luckily, the mess Enji made of you makes it easier for him to pop past that first ring of muscle, cockhead hot and mean as his hips cant. He’s not gentle. Quick thrusts that spread you apart fast, make you open and create room for him inside of you.

You feel stuffed just from the first few inches, drunk already on the sounds he’s making. Primal, deep grunts from inside his chest as he stares down at where you’re taking him in, dragging along his length. He bullies his way inside of you, getting off on your whines and squeals as you stretch for him.

Your pussy is sloppy around him, wet squishes as he finds more rhythm against your tight walls.

“Shit, fuck,” you exclaim as he begins to bottom out, russet curls on his pubic bone meeting your clit. All you can think about is him; his fingers digging into your thighs, your name in his mouth, his sweltering body pressing against yours. The smell of sex starts early, sweaty skin melting together as he fully starts to take you.

He’s holding back, you can tell by the way his voice is caught in his throat. He’s keeping all his dangerous muscles, wicked instincts, at bay as he pulls out and presses in again. Rough, fast, but not enough to break you, just make you scream until you bury your face to the side and try to cover your mouth with your arm.

“Atta girl,” he mumbles, moving a bit quicker, snapping his strong hips against you, heavy balls against your ass, “just fucking take it.”

You’re practically folded in half and pinned below him, hips arched off the desk so he can find more leverage to barrel into you. The rhythm makes you swim, lost to the pounding of his cock against your insides. Over and over, in and out, spread wide and squeezing all the same as he has his way with you.

You get lost in the feeling of him in your belly, searing and harsh, fat tip rolling against the spongy spot inside of you until you feel like you might snap. You feel him in your ears, your head pounding with every snap of his hips. You feel him in your toes, lightning zaps of pleasure down your nerves.

“Feel so good, so full,” you know the praise works both ways, makes him flush and swell with pride.

“Yeah? You like being my little cocksleeve?”

You cry out for him because you can’t help it, delight bubbling in your throat every time he plunges in deep. He keeps his pace for a bit, all rushed and blazing, transfixed on watching you suck him in, leaving cream along his shaft. But quickly he gets rougher, more desperate, big hands squeezing from your thighs to your hips.

“C’mere,” but you don’t have to move, just let him pull on you like you weigh nothing.

Enji jerks you upright, cock still seated into your core. Smoothly he stands with you, hands gripping into your ass cheeks as you fling yourself against his chest, trying to get your arms around his massive shoulders.

“I’ve got you.”

He bounces you once, twice, lets you whine into his neck and get used to the new angle. Gravity and his strength make you take all of him in, his cockhead bullying against your womb in the most pleasant way that makes your vision go blurry.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” it’s all you can do to stay sane as he becomes brutal, grunting and groaning as he thrusts up into you. Your nails sling to his dewy skin, losing purchase with every rebound. Pink lines etch into him, blending into freckles on his shoulders.

Your legs burn from being spread around his thick waist, any attempt for you to lock them around his back is useless due to his size. You go pliant in his arms, mouth sucking into his neck to smother your moans. Every hasty drive of his hips has the ridge of his cock sliding against the spongy spread of your walls, making you feel more stuffed every time you sink back down. With every sudden movement you feel the entirety of his fat cock; the veins are throbbing, skin heated and silken within you. And he feels you, smells you, aches for you.

“Never gonna get tired of this,” he roars with a bit of laughter, head rolling back as he lets pleasure take over.

“You’re fucking amazing.” And you mean it, awe overwhelming you as you fall against his chest, dwarfed by his brawn. Enji continues to lift you up and down, up and down, on his cock like you’re weightless. And you are to his strength, his muscles are bulging and corded expertly around his body. He’s trained himself to perfection; trained to be the best at everything.

Your hands move to his arms, nails sinking into the hard muscles of his triceps as you cling on for dear life.

He nudges your forehead with his nose, coaxing you to look at him so he can bounce you up a bit higher and capture your mouth with his.

“Can I,” he groans into your lips, “can I cum in you?”

His words make your belly coil, a fissure of revelry racing up your spine.

“Please, yes, fuck yes, cum in me.”

You don’t have it in you to explain your birth control, nor does he seem to care for you to. Your confirmation just spurs him to move faster, balls slapping against your ass so roughly you know you’ll be sore just from skin against skin.

“You first.”

Without breaking rhythm, he takes a step back and sits down in his office chair. You coo as you sit in his lap, his hands still planted on your thighs so he can move you however he pleases. He’s strong enough to bounce you with his hips, his thighs, one hand steadying you as the other dips between your bodies.

His thumb is merciless against your clit. You’re vulnerable to his touch, clit spread and on display from the stretch of his thick cock inside of you.

“Fuck, fuck, g-gonna cum, Enji,” you take a deep breath, throwing your head back as you buck and bound in his lap, “gonna scream, shit.”

Enji takes matters into his own hands, literally, continuing to strum your sensitive clit as his other hand clasps onto your mouth. It’s a suffocating feeling, a possessive one, like he’s smothering all your cries so no one else can hear but him.

With the safety of his hand over your lips, thumb arched against your cheekbone, pressing, prodding, you let yourself go.

You cum so hard that the world stops, your ears ring, your body goes limp. Enji’s hips don’t falter, just continue to slam up into you as he chases his own high. You suck around him, pulsing, feeling every inch of him. You’ve never cum around such a fat cock and it just prolongs your pleasure, like his penetration keeps you from squeezing your pleasure out right away. It’s mindless ecstasy, spit against his palm and nails raking down his chest.

“God you’re fucking pretty when you cum,” and his praise only makes it worse, makes your eyes wring until there’s tears down your cheeks and stars behind your eyelids.

And just when you think you’re done, that you’ll find a reprieve to the shattering, over-sensitive pleasure, he cums inside of you.

He stops to ride out his orgasm, cock throbbing, pulsing, spurting inside you until you feel fuller than you’ve ever felt. Stuffed so tightly with his cock, his cum gushes from where your cunt grips around him, messy and hot and spilling over your thighs and his. The sound he makes is breathless, all open-mouth and head lolled back as he purrs, satiated to find release in your cunt.

You can’t help but mumble nonsense against his hands, blissed-out praise of how good he feels, how you love feeling his cum. After a few heartbeats, his hand slips from your face, instead reaching back to run through his hair, catching the sweat beating down his forehead.

“Oh my god,” reality sets in as you lean forward, burying your face into his neck, drunk off the afterglow of sex, but aware enough that the smell of him reminds you that you just fucked your boss on a Monday morning.

“You alright?”

He pets your hair, palm burning down your back as you both come back down from whatever orgasmic plane you were shot into.

“Yeah, just,” you groan as you shift in his lap, his cock still hard and buried so deep in your cunt that you know you’ll feel his ghost for days, “just coming to terms with this.”

Enji laughs, deep and proud, and the rumbles of his chest make you jump.

“Thought I broke you for a moment there. Sorry, sometimes I forget myself. My strength, really.”

Clearly, your heads are not in the same place. He’s worried about your body while you’re worried about repercussions.

“No, you were—this was great, seriously, fucking you is…wild.” You shift in his lap, audibly moaning as you sit up straight, still stuffed full of him. “But you’re not going to fire me, are you?”

He laughs again, looking down at you in his lap with glee in his icy eyes. Running his hands down your shoulders, he hums, smiling.

“Fire you? No, no. Might promote you, though. Make sure you do more important things than just schedule my media appearances.”

He’s being playful, just as love-drunk as you are from sex, and his smile makes you warm, like he’s washing away all your fears.

You kiss him because you feel like you can, like you have the authority to just lean up and take what you want from him. He groans into your mouth, lips matching the movements of yours. It’s nice to kiss him, to take your time and feel him against you; breasts to chest, arms weaving around one another, necks turning and thighs clenching.

“Yeah,” he presses one last kiss to your lips before stretching his arms over his head, “I’m going to keep you, that’s for sure.”

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[saiyanmyname]

For absolutely no reason, thinking about Pirate Captain Enji dressed in his velvet, embroidered captains coat, who’s buttoned and buckled to the nines.

His motley crew have captured you and your ship. You, the most infamous Pirate Queen on the seven seas. You’ve been destroying his reputation as the toughest buccaneer that ever sailed the high seas and he couldn’t have that now could he?

Think I'm going to try to write something for this so watch this space!

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[eruden-writes]

Slow Burn - 1 (Endeavor x OC)

WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR CURRENT CANON STORY. TITLE SUBJECT TO CHANGE.

Months have passed since the war. The heroes won, but there's still rebuilding efforts to be completed. And not just buildings and cities.

Maemi Ono is one therapist, among many from her US-based agency, who is chosen to treat Class 2-A (previously Class 1-A) as a group and Dabi, of the former League of Villains, individually. However, with the war still fresh in his head and suspicions high, Endeavor isn't so sure Miss Ono's intentions are entirely as good as they seem.

When Maemi's past rears its head, will it prove Endeavor correct? Or will it pull Maemi further into Endeavor's orbit?

I feel like I get more traction on tumblr than ao3, so I’m going to post chapters of this here, too.

Which I have like 12k published, so it might be spammy until it all gets posted.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 (coming soon)

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Part 1: First Meeting

The office wasn’t particularly small, but Endeavor couldn’t shake the sense he was being squeezed. He probably was, in some way. Miss Maemi Ono, one of the many therapists now in residence at UA, had specifically requested his presence. And not only was this woman working with his Shoto, either. Her agency had been tapped to treat the former League of Villains, which included his eldest son.

He tried to ignore the sense of unease tensing at his muscles as he surveyed the woman’s workspace. It was fairly typical. To the right of the entrance, Miss Maemi Ono’s desk sat, in front of which were two chairs. Behind her desk, a filing cabinet and bookcase flanked her office chair. A sitting area sat to the left of the office’s door, with a chair and couch stacked with pillows basking in the light from the only window in the room. Faintly, the scent of aroma hung heavy in the air.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet.” Miss Ono’s voice turned Endeavor’s attention toward her.

Maemi had maneuvered behind her desk, watching the pro-hero as he squinted disdainfully at her room. Or maybe that was just his resting bitch face making his observation seem more judgemental than it was. It wasn’t as if she actually sensed disgust from him.

As she sat in her chair, she motioned to the chairs opposite her with a friendly wave. An unspoken invitation for him to sit. He stared at the chairs critically, before deciding not to accept the comfort.

“It wasn’t exactly a choice,” he groused in reply, the tension in his shoulders and arms keeping his posture stiff. “You’re treating two of my children, Miss Ono.”

Endeavor struggled to keep that fact in mind while speaking to her, trying not to sound too curt or blunt. It was unlikely he was succeeding. Despite this, Miss Ono didn’t  seem   off-put. Which was a bit of a surprise. She was, perhaps, a foot shorter than him, with a body that reminded him of fertility statues housed in museums. Her brunette hair was short, cropped into a bob that flared out at the ends. Dressed in a dark pink blazer with a black shirt and grey slacks, she was  mostly professional looking. Except for her juvenile taste in earrings: one a dangling yellow smiley face and the other a dangling blue frowny face.

Her yellow gaze made his skin itch, too. She watched him carefully. All the while smiling faintly, as if he were the butt of some silent joke.

But beyond that, she didn’t seem off-put or intimidated by his presumed impolite conversation.

“There are parents that can be painfully hands-off when it comes to their children, Mr. Todoroki,” Maemi sighed, aware of how the man opposite her was feeling. Not exactly the thoughts going through Endeavor’s head, but she could feel faint waves of colliding emotions rippling out from him. He reminded her of a dog abandoned at a shelter, confused and prepared for the worst. Even his posture was tense, like he was waiting for an attack. She offered him a smile as she added, “I do appreciate you being here.”

Endeavor replied with a half-grunt half-hum of acknowledgement. He tried not to consider how well he knew about ‘hands-off’ parents. He was here to discuss his children.

Maemi gave him a moment, head inclined with patient curiosity, waiting for him to add something more substantial. It became clear, as the silence strung heavily in the air, he had no intention of saying anything further. Unperturbed, she filled the quiet with ease. “Alright, well I asked you here to get a better idea of the  shape of the situation.”

“The  shape of the situation?” He repeated her, crossing his arms over his broad chest. What in the world could she mean by that?

“Yes, I’ve been speaking with your eldest son for a few months now and with your younger son for this last month.”

This was information Endeavor already knew. This special agency of counselors and therapists had been flown in from the United States, after months of a rigorous vetting process that eliminated all other offers. Their work had begun with the captured League of Villains, and others AFO had manipulated, before the new school year finally resumed. At that point, the students of UA were added to her agency’s roster.

He still wasn’t sure what this had to do with him, until Maemi finished, “I felt speaking to you would give me a clearer picture.”

A frown cut deep across his lips, his crossed arms tightening. “You likely heard about my family’s dysfunction all during the war.”

“I did,” she admitted, with a nod of her head. The ripple of emotions radiating from the man had muted, shoved behind a protective barrier. A common occurrence when people had emotional blockages.

“Then why am I here?” Endeavor further tensed, about ready to turn and leave her office. He had better things to do than be toyed with or shamed or ridiculed. He was still the number one pro-hero in Japan. Since Toya’s reveal, plenty of people - in professional and personal sectors - had given him their two cents. Considering Miss Maemi Ono had direct connection to two of his children, Endeavor wanted to keep things distant and professional. Yet if she wanted to ream into him, he wished she’d do it and be done. “You know everything.”

“Not quite.” Maemi leaned forward, elbows braced on her desk and fingers interlacing to support her chin. Her lips were still upturned into a pleasant smile, but wariness kept Endeavor’s prickliness sharp. Her gaze never wavered from his. “I know the intense emotional outburst during the war, I know what media-coached Endeavor has said and what your boys have told me. However I want to hear how you’re processing and what you’re doing, in your own words.”

He shifted under her eyes, still not entirely sure what she wanted. She had gotten the information from Toya and Shoto. He couldn’t understand why she wanted to hear it from him.

Perhaps she just wanted to humiliate him. Or maybe she wanted words ‘right from the horse’s mouth’ to spread to news outlets. It didn’t really matter why, he supposed. This was part of his penance for his crimes of the past.

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Endeavor bought time by grudgingly settling into one of the chairs opposite the therapist. A small concession to, hopefully, end this interaction quicker.

“Rei and I have divorced, I’m paying alimony. She has her own house, her own bank account, her own everything. I’m giving her and the kids space,” he listed off the obvious answers, staring at a blank mid-ground distance to the left of Maemi’s face. There was a brief inclination to run his hand through his hair, to rid himself of the anxious energy spiking up his spine. Instead, his fingers tapped against his knee as he continued, “I’m paying for Toya’s sessions and comforts in his holding facility.”

Finally, he focused on Maemi again. A serious and thoughtful expression had taken the place of her smile. At that look, Endeavor’s hand broke from his mental restraint, his fingers carding through his hair. “I’m not sure what else you need to know. I’m trying to make things right, but…”

She continued to watch him, her eyes following his hand as it lowered from his head, flexing into a fist. A small part of him felt like a mouse being watched intently by a cat. He didn’t have long to dwell on the thought when the woman finally asked, “What about a therapist?”

His eyebrows dipped into a ‘v’ and, a little too quickly, he replied, “I don’t need one. I know what I did wrong.”

“Do you understand why?” Maemi narrowed her gaze, leaning a little further forward while her chin still rested on her interlaced fingers.

Endeavor fell quiet, his own eyes narrowing at the woman. He still couldn’t figure out if she wanted to humiliate him, deride him, or get some interesting bit of gossip for entertainment reporting purposes. After a few breaths, he eventually settled on the answer, “I was obsessed with being number one.”

“ Why though?” She sat up straight, extending her hands in a sweeping arch as if to indicate his whole being.

Surprised, Endeavor blinked and fell silent. His eyebrows dipped further again as he tried to comprehend what Miss Ono asked. Why? Why  what ? Why had he wanted to be the Number One Hero? There were so many reasons. Fame, pay, admiration, being seen as the best of the best… wanting All Might dethroned.

Even as he considered the options, Endeavor wasn’t satisfied with any of them as  his answer.

“Look, I don’t mean to psychoanalyze you, and stop me if I’m wrong,” the woman pushed back from her desk, rising from her chair to skirt around the desk. Still silent, Endeavor’s gaze followed her warily. She leaned back against her desk, now on the same side as Endeavor, as she continued, “After talking to Dabi and Shoto, I get the distinct impression you likely grew up scrabbling for any shred of acknowledgement from your own family, your parents.”

Endeavor’s expression never changed, his eyes remaining glued to her face and his scowl firmly in place. Maemi didn’t seem to mind and continued to talk. “An emotionally-neglected - if not completely neglected - childhood morphed into a thirst for acknowledgement from everyone. Especially when you pursued to be the greatest of the great.”

“And what makes you say that?” Endeavor didn’t know how he formed the words with his jaw clenched so tight. Her words felt like a stab to his chest. A sea of thoughts, rebuttals, and emotions churned in his head. There were too many, too much variance, for him to get a hold on any of them. It was all the worse, knowing she could feel those emotions.

“As we’ve established, obsessiveness.” Maemi held up a finger, soon joined by a second digit, “Pushing your ‘dream’ onto your children, as if they were an extension of you. Perhaps normalized by how your family pushed their goals onto you.”

When her third finger came up, her voice softened, “And - this point was what necessitated our meeting - you  genuinely feel frustrated and guilty.”

His response verged into petulant territory. “How do you know what I feel?”

“My Quirk. ” Maemi’s smile twitched a little wider, amused by his reaction. She was well-aware he’d probably combed through all the therapists’ files. He was just falling back into brusque behavior out of defensiveness. After spitting out her own hypotheses of his character, she anticipated the slurry of emotions consuming the man. “I’m sure you know that.”

Endeavor hummed again, looking away from Miss Ono and the strange, soft smile on her lips. His eyes narrowed as he stared off into space again. Part of him was still struggling with this interaction. He realized she was likely looking to milk the situation for all it was worth. UA and three of the six Todorokis in her pocket? Quite a handsome payout. She might not even stop at Endeavor.

Before outright accusing the woman of being greedy, he prodded for further information. “Are you suggesting I become one of your agency’s clients?”

Her sudden laughter surprised him. Her hand flew to her lips to mask her faux pas as Endeavor’s surprise turned into an affronted glare.

“I’m sorry. My colleagues and I already have a full workload between the UA students and the former League of Villains.” Maemi lowered her hand from her lips. Endeavor couldn’t help but notice her smile was less placid for a moment, more… genuine. Then its muted counterpart returned. “I  am suggesting you get a therapist to help you work through your emotions.”

Once again, Miss Ono moved. This time, sitting in the seat beside Endeavor, closing the distance between them even more. She leaned toward him and, briefly, he caught the scent of her shampoo. He tried not to focus on it. This, Maemi did not catch.

“Even if your childhood doesn’t need to be addressed, you have gone through a lot in these last ten or so years, Mr. Todoroki.”

Mr. Todoroki. Endeavor blinked, suddenly realizing Miss Ono hadn’t called him by his pro-hero moniker the entire meeting. Another clash of feelings, another slew of confusion entered his mental fray. Instead of giving the inner turmoil attention, he focused on the woman again. “I still don’t understand why you’re saying this.”

Maemi leaned back in her chair, considering the man before her for a quiet moment. There were too many emotions vibrating from him to be certain he’d follow her suggestion. With care, she picked her words.

“Both of your sons want a stable family unit, which can manifest in various ways.” Once more, she leaned toward Endeavor, her expression serious and the always-there smile now gone. “If you want to be part of that unit, you need to help yourself in order to help them achieve their wish.”

Endeavor didn’t want to admit to it, but he angled away from the woman as she leaned closer. The intensity of her look, the words she said, had pulled the rug out from under him. He’d prepared for a number of things with this meeting, but he hadn’t been ready for… whatever this was. He felt his mouth open, as if to say something, but he couldn’t find the words. Instead, he closed his mouth and made a throaty, but non-committal, grunt.

Maemi leaned back in her chair again, giving Endeavor space and quiet for a few moments. She could feel him scrabbling to understand, likely fighting cognitive dissonance and other harmful thought filters.

She  had just raked him over some emotional coals, even if she tried to do so gently. Perhaps a bit unprofessionally, she would have admitted. But some people needed that. And she dearly wanted to give Shoto and Dabi some hope for family stability with all the Todorokis.

Once it seemed the slew of emotions had muted once more, Maemi spoke once more, in a soft and gentle tone, “If you like, I can email you some therapist recommendations later.”

It was at that moment he realized what had turned his senses upside down. His eyes focused on the woman, with her gentle smile and observant gaze.

Maemi Ono cared. Not about him specifically, but about the situation, about his sons. In spite of what he had done and, consequently, created in Toya. Despite the pain they caused, she cared and intended to help within reason.

Though, it seemed extending her expertise to him wasn’t reasonable.

Endeavor clamped down on that thought and shoved it away. It wasn’t helpful, he decided. After a deep breath, he heard himself say, “I would appreciate that, Miss Ono.”

#endeavor fanfic #bnha fanfic #mha fanfic #endeavor x oc #enji todoroki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfic #maemi ono #this gets very whumpy and hurt/comfort

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Warnings: violence, viking!Dabi, viking!Shoto, earl!Endeavor, viking!Hawks, viking!Natsuo, fem!reader, viking themes, smut (deflowering, p in v, blood)

Summary: as you reconcile with Touya, the dynamics between you two intensify, and with his departure alongside Shoto and Hawks, you find yourself grappling with the profound implications of Touya's gift, navigating a new chapter in your life

Word count: circa 8.1k

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KVITRAVN - MHA VIKING AU • MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

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ACT IV - IN THE VEIL OF DARKNESS

Several days had slipped by.

Touya, consumed by the impending expedition, had become an elusive figure in your world. The anticipation of the journey ahead, alongside his youngest brother Shoto, Hawks, and a group of warriors, left little room for casual conversations. The Great Hall bore witness to his unwavering focus as he meticulously prepared, sharpening his weapons with an intensity that hinted at the challenges that lay ahead.

In the midst of the preparations, you frequently encountered Touya in the hall. His presence was undeniable, a brooding silhouette engrossed in the art of perfecting his sword and axe. The air around him crackled with an energy that mirrored the impending adventure.

Yet, despite the shared space and the fleeting glimpses, there was a palpable silence between you two. Whenever your paths crossed, he would promptly withdraw, leaving unspoken words hanging in the air.

In the meantime, Shoto, on the other hand, endeavored to draw nearer to you, under the impression that you harbored an interest in him. However, you gracefully declined each of his advances. Yet, in the face of his advances, you maintained a graceful poise, politely but firmly declining each of his attempts.

The evening was bathed in a cold, biting chill, the kind that seeped into the bones. As the sky painted itself in hues of indigo and ebony, you found yourself entrusted with a task that seemed simple on the surface but proved to be more challenging than expected.

The warriors' clothes, worn and stained from battles past, awaited a thorough cleansing. The Great Hall had called upon you to fetch water from the bay, two heavy pails that seemed determined to resist your every attempt to carry them. Wrapped in a thick fur that clung to your shoulders, you ventured into the frosty night, a lone figure navigating the shadows.

The bay was a silent expanse, its waters reflecting the pale light of the moon. The air was crisp, filled with the briny scent of the sea. With each step, the crunch of frost-coated grass beneath your boots echoed in the stillness of the night.

As you reached the bay, the water shimmered in the moonlight, a tranquil contrast to the arduous task ahead. The pails, when filled, felt like anchors, their weight digging into your weary arms. The wind whispered tales of distant lands, carrying with it a numbing cold that penetrated through layers of clothing.

The journey back to the Great Hall became a battle against the elements. The fur draped around your shoulders provided little solace against the biting wind, and the weight of the water-laden pails seemed to increase with every step. Your breath formed delicate clouds in the frigid air as you pressed forward, determination masking the discomfort.

The Great Hall loomed in the distance, its warm glow promising respite from the harsh elements. With each step, the anticipation of a crackling fire and the warmth of shelter spurred you on.

As you struggled with the weight of the water-filled pails, a smooth, male voice sliced through the cold. The offer of help hung in the air, a surprising interruption to your solitary struggle. Instinctively, you refused, a reflex born of independence and perhaps a hint of pride.

Yet, within moments, the burden was lifted from your frozen hands. Bewilderment etched across your face, you slowly raised your head to find the source of assistance. A shock coursed through you as your eyes met those of Touya, draped in a thick, black bear fur.

Silence lingered for a moment before you managed a nod, acknowledging his unspoken gesture of aid. The air crackled with unspoken tension as the pails now rested in Touya's capable hands. The night seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the exchange of words that hung in the chilly air.

You suddenly uttered, your voice measured, "I appreciate the help, but I had it under control."

A chuckle escaped Touya's lips, warm against the icy backdrop. "Sure looked like it," he remarked, a teasing glint in his turquise eyes. Touya's gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath. Sensing your reluctance, he ventured, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

You nodded, the weight of unspoken words lingering in the air. The memory of Touya witnessing to Shoto's unexpected kiss, cast a shadow over the present.

Touya, breaking the awkward silence, continued, "Listen, about that night…" He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "I should have said something. I should have…"

You interrupted, your voice a mix of reluctance and honesty, "It's in the past, Touya. Water under the bridge. And just so you know, I didn't want that. Your brother was drunk."

"I avoided talking to you," he confessed, his voice tinged with bitterness, "because I thought you were into Shoto. I thought he'd be better for you in so many ways than I could ever be, Y/N."

His words halted you in your tracks, and you turned to face him, your expression a mix of surprise and bitterness. "Why say it now?" you asked, your tone edged with a bitter curiosity.

Touya sighed. "Because I need you to know the truth. I need you to understand why I've been distant. My scars, my fucked-up character — I didn't think I was enough for you. I thought I was saving you from someone like me. Not to mention I brought you here against your will."

The truth hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, the silence between you was almost suffocating. Lowering your head, you took a deep breath before opening up to him, "Despite all that, Touya, you've always been kind to me. You've seemed to genuinely care, and I appreciate all the little gestures."

A hint of surprise flickered in Touya's eyes, and you continued, "Even tonight, when you helped me with the pails, it didn't go unnoticed. And about your scars, both physical and mental — I don't mind. They don't define you." You paused, reflecting on a specific memory, "Remember the night we kissed? I felt comfortable, Touya. Despite the circumstances, I felt a connection. Your scars never mattered to me then, and they don't now. And I have no idea why you like me. I'm nothing but a thrall."

Touya's frown deepened as the word "thrall" escaped your lips. "Don't say that," he hissed, a hint of intensity in his voice.

You chuckled bitterly, "But it's the truth. I'm just a slave to you and your family. After these months, I've gotten used to it, even if it's still hard to be polite at times when people treat me like a piece of meat."

The weight of your words hung in the air, and Touya gently placed the pails on the ground. Cupping your face in his gloved hands, the soft touch of thick leather against your reddened cheeks felt surprisingly comforting. "Don't ever call yourself that," he insisted, his eyes searching yours. "You're not just a thrall to me. You're… you."

You met his gaze, a mix of confusion and gratitude in your eyes.

Touya continued, his voice softer now, "Around you, I don't have to pretend. I don't have to be someone I never was, you know? Only with you, I feel like I can be myself fully."

His words lingered in the cold night air, a vulnerable admission that cut through the complexities of your situation. The touch of his gloved hands on your face, an unexpected tenderness, conveyed a depth of emotion that defied the roles you both found yourselves in.

In that moment, beneath the moonlit sky, Touya, for the first time, allowed himself to be seen, and you, in turn, found solace in the unexpected warmth of his touch.

Silence settled between you and Touya, a quiet understanding born from the unspoken exchange. You nodded, acknowledging his words, and without further discussion, you both resumed the journey back to the Great Hall.

The moon cast its gentle glow on the path ahead as you walked side by side. The rhythmic sound of boots on frost-coated ground echoed in the stillness.

As you approached the Great Hall, the door creaked open, and you both stepped inside, the warmth enveloping you like a familiar embrace. The pails were set down, and the flickering light of the hearth danced on the walls.

"Thanks, Touya. I appreciate the help," gratitude filled your voice as you thanked him for his assistance.

A small, genuine smile curved on his lips as he removed his gloves and fur. "It's no problem. Let me know where you want these," he gestured to the pails.

"The backroom," you replied, "Hilda and the other girls are there. We're doing laundry tonight."

With a nod, Touya complied, carrying the pails to the backroom.

As he entered, Hilda and the other thralls, caught off guard by the unexpected guest, momentarily stood up, bowing respectfully.

Touya, however, remained polite and offered his assistance. "Let me help you with that."

Hilda, blinking in surprise, tried to dissuade him. "Prince Touya, this is not a task befitting of your status. We can handle it."

Touya chuckled, a genuine warmth in his keen eyes. "I'm here to help. No need to treat me any differently. What can I do?"

Hilda reluctantly assigned him a task, and soon, the room buzzed with activity. Touya, alongside you and the other thralls, engaged in the laundry work. The atmosphere, once laden with tension, now hummed with a shared sense of purpose.

Conversations flowed naturally as you worked, the rhythmic splash of water and the occasional laughter blending into a harmonious melody. Touya, despite his royal status, interacted with the thralls on a personal level, breaking down the barriers that society had imposed.

As the laundry was washed and the room filled with the scent of soap and clean linen, Touya continued to lend a helping hand. Together with Hilda, he assisted in hanging the freshly laundered clothes, ensuring they would dry efficiently.

However, unbeknownst to all of you, a pair of sharp turquoise eyes observed the scene from a concealed vantage point. The eyes lingered on the group, absorbing the unexpected sight of Touya, a heir, engaging in the everyday tasks alongside thralls.

Hilda's gratitude was expressed through a gentle rub on Touya's shoulder. "Thank you, Touya."

He responded with a nod and a warm smile. "Anytime," he said sincerely. "You can always ask me for help if needed. I will do my best to assist."

The evening continued with the familiar sounds and scents of the kitchen. Pots clanged, and the aroma of simmering dishes wafted through the air as you busied yourself preparing supper for the earl Endeavor, his sons, and the departing warriors, including Hawks. The flickering flames in the hearth cast a warm glow over the room, but a sense of unease lingered within you.

Touya's presence had offered a respite from the isolation you often felt, but the worry about his well-being persisted. The failed attempt to gather information from Shoto had left you in the dark, and the unanswered questions weighed heavily on your mind.

Hilda, noticing your distraction, scolded you for bringing the young prince into the fold of daily duties like laundry. "You shouldn't involve the prince in such matters," she chided, her tone firm.

You listened to her admonishment, understanding the societal implications of your actions, yet you couldn't help but defend Touya. "He genuinely wanted to help. It's more than I can say for some others."

As the night unfolded, you focused on the task at hand, serving the prepared supper to the earl and his sons, hoping that the meal would provide a momentary respite from the weight of unanswered questions and the complexities of the world you found yourself entangled in.

Amidst the clatter of cutlery and the hum of conversation at the dinner table, your keen observational skills didn't fail to pick up on the subtle glances exchanged between Shoto and Hawks. They sat on opposite sides of the table, but a series of shared looks and silent nods hinted at some unspoken understanding. Though you couldn't quite discern the nature of their exchange, a feeling of unease settled within you.

Despite the undercurrent of mystery, your attention occasionally wavered as you found yourself caught in the interplay of glances with Touya. Whenever your eyes met his, a warmth spread across your cheeks, and a shy smile played on your lips. Touya's nods and the subtle touch of his hand when you refilled his cup with mead sent a flutter through your heart.

The atmosphere at the table, fraught with a mix of hidden agendas and unspoken emotions, contrasted sharply with the routine of serving and replenishing dishes.

The night unfolded in a flurry of activity. After the supper, you and the other thralls diligently cleaned the main chamber, ensuring every dish and piece of cutlery sparkled in the soft glow of candlelight. The earl Endeavor and his sons retired for the night, and as the main chamber returned to a state of quiet, the rhythmic sound of washing dishes and the occasional hum of conversation among the thralls echoed through the longhouse.

After the tasks were complete, and the main chamber restored to its usual order, you took a quick bath to wash away the remnants of the day. As you made your way back to your shared room, wrapped in a simple linen robe, you unexpectedly crossed paths with Touya in the hallway.

"Touya," you greeted him, a mixture of surprise on your face as you tightened the robe around your figure. "You startled me!"

He flashed a confident smile. "Hey Y/N. I was hoping I'd run into you before I leave tomorrow morning."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on your lips. "And what brings you seeking my company, my lord?"

"Well, it gets lonely in those grand chambers," he mused.

You couldn't help but laugh at his audacity. "Are you implying I'm your solution to loneliness, my lord?"

Touya's grin widened, and he nodded. "I guess so, yes. Plus, I can't resist the chance to spend more time with someone as captivating as you."

You rolled your eyes, but a playful glint danced in them. "You're quite the charmer, aren't you?"

"Only with the ones who matter."

After a moment of consideration, you nodded. "Alright. I'll stay with you tonight."

The warmth of Touya's chamber enveloped you as soon as you stepped in alongside him, the crackling fire from a fireplace casting a gentle glow.

You tightened the robe around you, feeling a sense of comfort and vulnerability in this shared space. The flickering shadows played on the walls, creating a dance of light and shadow.

With a graceful movement, Touya began to unbutton his white shirt. The flickering firelight highlighted the contours of his physique as he revealed the toned lines beneath the fabric. He folded the shirt with a practiced ease and placed it gently on a nearby chair, the white contrasting with the rich hues of the room.

As he laid on bed, Touya's eyes met yours, a silent invitation lingering in the air. He reached out, pulling you closer, and you could feel the warmth radiating from his scarred chest. The touch was both gentle and reassuring, a gesture that spoke of a shared vulnerability beneath the layers of status and circumstance.

You nestled against Touya, resting your head on his chest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall as he breathed.

As the quiet moments passed, the inevitable topic of Touya's departure hung in the air like a lingering shadow. You couldn't shake the feeling of sadness that settled in your chest, and the words weighed heavily on your tongue. "Touya," you began, your voice soft but filled with genuine concern, "I can't help but worry about what might happen when you leave. Shoto… He's unpredictable, and I'm afraid he might try to hurt you."

Touya's expression softened, and he let out a gentle chuckle. "You're worried about me, huh?" he said, his eyes meeting yours as he tilted your head by catching your face between his thumb and forefinger.

You nodded, the worry etched on your face. "I've seen the tension between you two, and with the things that have happened, I can't help but be concerned."

Touya's hand found yours, his touch reassuring. "Listen, Y/N," he said, his tone gentle, "I appreciate your concern, but you don't need to worry about me. Shoto and I have our differences, yes, but I can handle myself. Plus, I've got a knack for avoiding trouble." A small smile played on his lips as he continued, "And here you are, worried about your own captor, how amusing."

You blinked, a mix of surprise and confusion in your eyes. "I just don't want anything bad to happen," you admitted. "Despite everything, you've been kind to me, and I don't want to see you hurt. Is it so hard to understand?"

"I appreciate that, I really do," he said. "But you don't need to worry about me. Focus on yourself, okay? Things will work out, and I'll find a way to handle Shoto. Just take care of yourself in the meantime when I'm gone."

Then, with a gentle lean, Touya bridged the remaining distance, capturing your lips in a slow and passionate kiss. The world outside faded away as the warmth of the moment enveloped you. His lips moved with a tenderness against yours.

As the kiss lingered, it held the promise of both solace and anticipation, a silent affirmation that in the midst of uncertainties, there existed moments of connection that could be cherished.

Touya's kiss was intense, a fervent embrace that drew you closer, your bodies molding together seamlessly. A pleasant buzz filled his mind as your lips danced with his, and he felt the alluring weight of your leg draped over his muscular thigh. With a smooth motion, his hand descended, fingers curving to grip the soft flesh of your exposed thighs.

In response, your nimble fingers wove through his white hair, eliciting a soft groan from Touya. A sudden, sharp tug sent a gasp escaping his lips.

Impatience guided his hands as he skillfully unraveled your robe, allowing it to slide off your shoulders, revealing the supple skin beneath. The sight before him left him breathless. "Y/N," he whispered, the words barely parting his lips, "You're so beautiful."

Mounting him fully with newfound confidence, you recognized there was no reason for shame. As the realization washed over you, you deliberately shed your robe, letting it fall to the side, baring your body completely to his keen gaze. Your lips were gently caught between your teeth as his calloused hands found their place on your hips, a slow ascent following the contours of your waist, finally reaching your breasts. His touch was tender, cupping them lightly.

You captured Touya's bottom lip between your teeth, the kiss deepening as you almost drew blood. The resulting pain elicited a loud moan from him, prompting him to assert control - he swiftly shifted, flipping you onto your back, pinning you to the furs beneath with the weight of his hips and his hands firmly securing yours above your head.

A soft grunt escaped you, followed by a whimper that sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock; it was alreadyt tenting in his dark pants.

Touya's mouth found its way to your neck, where he suckled with a fervor that left an angry mark, destined to be a bruise by tomorrow. Your arms instinctively curled around his neck, and you gasped softly, welcoming the pleasant weight of his dominance and the enveloping warmth that surrounded you in the charged intimacy of the moment.

Touya emitted a gruff sound; the truth was, he hadn't been with a woman in years, and the enticing warmth of your body, coupled with your deference and moans, was stirring a primal desire within him. With practiced skill, he unbuttoned his pants with one hand, letting them slide down his muscular thighs. In a swift motion, he kicked them off, unveiling his well-endowed shaft that. A gasp escaped him as the room's air enveloped his throbbing member, causing it to pulsate involuntarily.

Soft, breathy sounds emanated from your lips now as Dabi moved his hips against yours, his throbbing cock damp and solid against the gentle skin of your hip. You responded by wrapping your legs around his firm waist, pressing against him in a mutual, fervent embrace.

"Y/N," Touya murmured, his voice a low, lustful cadence. He descended down your body, nestling his face between the soft contours of your breasts. Warm breath, coming in soft pants, caressed your skin, sending shivers through you. His touch worked its magic; your nipples hardened under his skillful exploration. Touya took one into his mouth, suckling softly, the flat of his tongue tracing a tantalizing pattern again and again.

Firmly gripping the sides of his head, you filled his ears with the symphony of moans, the sounds now unceasing. Your movements became more fervent, heels digging into his firm ass as you squirmed against him.

Touya emitted a gruff, almost winded grunt, his desire evident. His fingers ventured southward, sliding between your thighs.

You sighed as his coarsed fingers touched your soft folds, finding them heated and slick, just for him.

Whispering soft words in a language Touya couldn't comprehend, you gently tugged on his hair, bringing him closer to seal your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. The exchange of tongues was a dance, each movement syncing seamlessly. Touya, guided by your touch, positioned himself at your entrance, teasingly rubbing his cock along your wet folds.

A whimper escaped you, only to be stifled by Touya's loose hair that fell to the side, playfully tickling your face and finding its way into your mouth, causing laughter to bubble between you. As he rested his weight on your body, Touya applied gentle pressure to the front of your neck with his free hand, a delicate squeeze accompanying the sensation. Simultaneously, he drove his rigid cock inside your willing body.

"Touya!" A cry of his name escaped your lips as you endeavored to relax, attempting to minimize the inevitable discomfort of the initial contact. Despite your efforts, the pain was unmistakable, casting a shadow over the shared intensity of the moment.

Lowering his head, Touya pressed a tender kiss to your temple, his lips brushing against your skin. His voice, laced with reassurance, urged you to take a deep breath.

Your eyes widened, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as Touya fully immersed himself within you. Your hands instinctively fisted in the furs around your head as you arched your back.

Touya, grunting at the sensation of tightness enveloping his cock, propped himself up over your form, holding still for a brief moment. As your gaze met his scarred face, lips parted and breath quickened, you smiled softly.

Touya's hand remained at your throat as he initiated a deliberate rhythm, pulling almost entirely away before plunging back in. With each of his controlled thrusts, a soft, breathy noise escaped you, spurring him on. His focus shifted to your flushed cheeks and pert breasts, rising and falling in tandem with your breath. Droplets of sweat traced paths between his shoulder blades and dotted his forehead, a single bead descending from the tip of his nose to splash onto your belly, prompting a gasp from you.

He paused in his movements, fully immersed within your wetness, savoring the intimate stillness that enveloped both of you.

Your hands sought purchase, gripping his thighs and tracing your nails over the taut muscles.

Touya, attuned to your desires, comprehended the silent cue. With a gentle release, he withdrew his hand from your throat and enveloped you in the shelter of his powerful arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

A soft whine escaped you at the subtle shift in angle, and as your moan caressed his ear, Touya withdrew, only to return with an impactful force, spreading your pussy wide with his cock. The intensity of the thrust nearly compelled a scream from you, your fingers trailing up his sweat-slicked, scarred back in response.

Touya emitted a low groan as he felt the clenching warmth of your pussy around him. Pulling back, he thrust into you with unrestrained force, over and over again. His teeth found the red mark he had imprinted earlier on the junction of your neck and shoulder, and his body moved with a raw intensity against yours. Your moans, a symphony of passion, intensified the desire pooling hotly in his belly. "Fuck, Y/N," Touya gasped loudly though gritted teeth.

One of your petite hands clutched his thigh, the fingernails like slivers of hot metal leaving an impression on his skin. The other hand wove into his long, white hair, a firm grip offering a delightful blend of sweet pain to complement the intense pleasure of your velvety, gummy walls embracing his pulsating cock. The sounds of his hips colliding with the backs of your pale thighs, his grunts and groans, and the whimpers escaping your lips were the only sounds to fill the chamber, creating a sensual symphony that left Touya buzzing from head to toe.

The fusion of your arousal and bloo, the lingering traces of your virginity, a gift offered to Touya, had become so intense that it now adorned the insides of your thighs and the front of his abdomen, covering the vertical strip of white hair running from his belly button to his groin in slickness. The wet, squelching noises echoed softly as he withdrew and thrust forcefully back into you.

Touya seized your tender lips with his own, engaging in a fervent kiss. His teeth grazed your tongue and the corners of your mouth. Another sharp pull on his white strands forced his mouth from yours, and as you gazed into his turquoise eyes, you let out a tiny gasp. "T-Touya…"

The vice-like grip of your soft walls around his dick prompted a strangled moan to escape Touya, his eyes briefly shutting in response. When they reopened, your back had arched, pressing your breasts firmly against his scarred chest. Your head tossed back, and the hold you had on his hair had loosened. A moment of suspended breath passed before it was replaced by a whimper.

Touya emitted a drawn-out, deep moan, his brow furrowing as you fluttered around his rigid shaft, coating it in a palpable surge of wetness mingled with traces of blood. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, and he sensed himself edging closer to the brink of his own release.

"Touya," you breathed, touching his cheek softly.

He sighed, surrendering to the sensation as he kept moving, albeit at a slower pace.

"Touya," you asserted, gripping his throat firmly, eliciting a raspy breath from him.

His climax engulfed him hard, prompting a whine akin to a wounded animal as he thrust into you with every ounce of intensity, releasing his essence into your yielding pussy.

Your hand descended to press against his chest, and he rode the waves of pleasure, his head dropping forward, lost in the overwhelming sensations, his mind devoid of coherent thoughts. "Fuck," he snorted. "Oh, fucking shit."

Your hurried breaths slowly brought him back to the present, grounding his focus. Tenderly, he draped his form over yours, planting wet kisses along the side of your face, his flaccid cock still nestled inside your folds. As your legs eased down to the bed, your fingers traced gentle patterns across the skin of Touya's muscular back.

Once your breathing had steadied, and the sheen of sweat on Dabi's body had mostly evaporated, he rolled off you onto his side.

You reached up, pushing a few stray strands of mussed hair away from Touya's face, tucking into his arms afterwards.

Touya cradled you, his arms providing a secure embrace, and he sighed, the lure of sleep tugging at the edges of his awareness. Pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head, he murmured, "I didn't hurt you, right?"

You nestled closer, content, and mumbled, "I'm more than good, Touya."

Touya held you close to his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around you, and he gently rubbed your shoulders. "Thank you," he said, the words soft and sincere.

With a slight frown, you looked up at him. "Why are you thanking me?" you asked, curiosity etched in your gaze.

Touya met your eyes and explained, "You're the first woman I've been with in many years, and I want you to know it wasn't just about… you know, getting laid. It just felt like the right thing to do, to be that intimately close with you."

You fell quiet for a while, tracing patterns on his chest and abdomen with your fingertips. Eventually, you responded, your voice soft and sweet, "Did I let you down with how inexperienced I am?"

Touya's head shook, the gentle curve of a smile on his lips. "No, not at all. It was perfect. You were perfect. I appreciate you letting me claim you as mine."

You blinked, propping yourself up on his chest, curiosity in your eyes. "What does it mean, being yours?"

Touya met your gaze and explained while wrapping a strand of your hair around his forefinger, "It means I want you to be my woman, but only if you reciprocate my feelings."

A blush crept across your cheeks as you reevaluated everything that had transpired between the two of you — from the day he took you captive after the tragic events in your village to bringing you to his settlement and making you a thrall. Despite the lingering anger and sorrow in your soul, you couldn't deny the undeniable spark in your heart whenever you were close to him, whenever his eyes met yours.

After careful contemplation, you silently agreed, the unspoken understanding settling between you two as you gave him a slight nod.

Touya, his grip gentle yet firm, pulled you to him by your chin, sealing the moment with a kiss on your lips. "You're a free woman from now on."

As he released you, you sat up, eyes glistening with a mixture of emotions. With a quiver in your voice, you asked him, "What does this mean?"

He met your gaze, sincerity in his eyes, and replied, "It means you're free, no longer bound as a thrall. You have your own choices now, including whether you want to stay in Skjaldvargr or not."

A chill coursed through your veins as Touya's words sank in — unfamiliar and unsettling, the concept of freedom felt surreal. Blinking in disbelief, you grappled with the weight of this unexpected liberation. It was as if a door to an uncertain future had swung wide open, leaving you standing at the threshold, torn between the familiarity of captivity and the uncharted territory of choice.

Despite the cold tendrils of fear that coiled within you, an overwhelming wave of gratitude and an odd sense of vulnerability washed over. You hesitated for a moment, then, as if propelled by the uncertainty of newfound freedom, you hugged yourself to Touya. Tears spilled into the crook of his neck, a mixture of relief, gratitude, and an acknowledgment of the tangled emotions within.

Amidst your tears, you confessed, "I want to stay. I don't really have anywhere to go, and, strangely, I've grown fond of Skjaldvargr." The admission carried the weight of your complicated journey, a fusion of sorrow, attachment, and an unexpected connection with the people and places you had come to know.

Touya nodded affirmatively. "Well then, you'll stay here. My chambers are now yours, and you are an outright member of the settlement and my woman," he declared.

Shivers of worry coursed through you as you voiced your concerns about how Touya's father and brothers might react to the unconventional decision of freeing a thrall and choosing to be with her. Your apprehension deepened as you acknowledged your own perceived lack of talents, admitting, "I'm just a mere woman, and I don't really have many skills… I can sing and play a harp, but…"

Touya, smiling softly, gently pulled you close and silenced your self-deprecating words with a kiss. As he broke the kiss, he whispered, "Don't worry about that. I'll make it work." His reassurance lingered in the air, a promise that he intended to navigate the challenges ahead and carve a path for the two of you, regardless of the judgments and expectations that might come from his family. Touya, holding you close, looked into your eyes with a tender gaze. "I see way past the talents and appearance," he admitted softly. "What captivated me was your unaware gentleness, the way you carry yourself, and the kindness that emanates from you. That's what truly matters to me."

"Thank you, Touya Endeavorson," you whispered, kissing his jawline.

He chuckled softly, the sound a soothing lullaby, and soon, the gentle rhythm of sleep claimed both of you.

The next day, as the sun hung very low on the horizon, the warriors gathered for the final meeting with the earl.

Dabi, reluctantly torn from your peaceful slumber, pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder before gently tucking you into thick furs. He left the chamber, heading to meet his father.

In the meeting room, Shoto was already present, exchanging a cold smile with his eldest brother. Hawks and the other warriors formed a solemn assembly, awaiting the earl's words.

Natsuo stood nearby, eager to hear what their father had to say and to bid farewell to his brothers.

Endeavor's stern voice echoed through the hall as he issued orders to his sons. "Shoto, Touya, you depart soon. Ensure everything is in order for the journey. You have no time to waste."

Shoto, attempting to be the epitome of politeness, spoke up. "Father, may I suggest we also check the provisions and inspect the gear to ensure nothing is overlooked for the journey?"

Endeavor's gaze shifted to Shoto, a brief nod acknowledging the suggestion. "Very well, Shoto. Attend to the provisions and gear. Dabi, focus on the horses and make sure they are in prime condition. You leave nothing to chance."

Dabi, ever the stoic one, simply nodded in acknowledgment, the weight of his father's expectations settling on his shoulders.

The preparations for the journey became a meticulous dance under Endeavor's watchful eye, each son fulfilling their assigned tasks with a sense of duty ingrained in them by years of training and discipline.

Dabi meticulously checked each horse, ensuring they were in optimal health and prepared for the upcoming journey.

As he worked, Natsuo approached him, a note of concern in his voice. "Be careful, Touya," Natsuo said, his eyes reflecting worry.

Dabi, giving his brother a brief nod, adjusted the long, thick, black fur draping over his shoulders. "I'll. And you, keep your eyes open and make sure everyone is safe and nothing bad happens, understood?"

Natsuo chuckled at the protective tone of his elder brother. "Understood, Touya. Just don't go doing anything reckless."

Dabi flashed a small smirk, a mixture of confidence and assurance. "Reckless? Me? Never." Despite the banter, a hint of camaraderie lingered in their exchange, a silent understanding between the brothers in the face of the impending challenges.

Natsuo ruffled Dabi's stallion's mane, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I hope father knows what he is doing, sending you to a land we've never been to before."

Dabi, continuing to attend to the horses, looked up at his brother. "Apparently, he does. The journey doesn't seem as tough as it sounds," he assured.

As Dabi continued with the preparations for the journey, he turned to Natsuo and asked, "Take good care of Y/N while we're away, will you?"

Natsuo, puzzled by the mention of a name of their thrall, furrowed his brows. "Y/N? Why?"

Dabi smirked and explained, "I freed her. She's my woman now."

Natsuo blinked, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing his face. He smirked smugly, poking his older brother's shoulder. "Well, well, has my brother fallen in love with a woman!?" The revelation caught him off guard, but Natsuo couldn't resist teasing his brother about his newfound connection.

Dabi, his usually stoic expression now tinged with a mix of vulnerability and anger, confirmed, "Yes, Natsuo. I fell in love with her. Any problem with that?"

Natsuo shook his head, a reassuring smile on his face. "No problem, Touya. I'll protect her. You don't have to worry about that. Focus on the trip, and I'll handle things here on your behalf."

A sense of gratitude flickered in Dabi's eyes as he nodded, appreciating the support and understanding from his younger brother.

Touya gracefully mounted his stallion, and Shoto did the same.

As they prepared to depart, Endeavor emerged from the Great Hall. "Bring back as much as you can, and scout around," he ordered, his gaze piercing.

Shoto, ever the dutiful son, assured his father sweetly, "Everything you said will be done, my lord."

They departed in unison, the rhythmic sound of hooves echoing through the settlement.

The horses moved one by one, a procession of warriors embarking on a mission of importance. As they rode, the figures of warriors and their leaders gradually vanished on the horizon, blending with the imposing mountains in the distance.

Dabi, throwing a final glance back at the settlement, silently offered a prayer to their gods for success on the mission. The vast expanse swallowed them, leaving behind the familiar and venturing into the unknown.

You awoke alone in Touya's bed, the furs enveloping you in a warm embrace. Stretching languidly, you shifted, and a blush tinged your cheeks as you became aware of the remnants of wetness and slick covering your inner thighs. With a mix of shyness and self-consciousness, you decided to freshen up.

After cleaning yourself and running a brush through your hair, you prepared for the day. As a free woman with newfound autonomy, uncertainty lingered in your choices. Unsure of what to do, you settled on paying a visit to Hilda.

On your way to your friend, you were unexpectedly intercepted by the earl himself. Endeavor, a commanding presence, stopped you in your tracks. "Come with me, Y/N," he requested, his tone leaving little room for refusal. "I wish to talk to you."

Curiosity and a hint of apprehension danced in your eyes as you followed the earl, the path veering away from your original destination, leaving you to wonder what discussions awaited in the halls of the settlement's leader.

Endeavor, seated on his imposing throne, gestured for you to take a seat on the smaller throne positioned on his left side. Hesitantly, you complied with his request.

Endeavor's stern expression softened slightly as he began to speak. "Touya informed me of what transpired," he stated, and a blush instantly covered your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty coursing through you.

The earl continued, his gaze unwavering. "He freed you. I do not condone such actions, especially considering your status. You are not of royal blood, but as long as you make my son happy, I am inclined to respect that."

You nodded, a mixture of relief and nervousness settling within you. "I assure you, earl Endeavor, my intentions are pure. I mean no harm."

Endeavor, though maintaining his stern demeanor, seemed to consider your words. "Very well," Endeavor declared after a moment. "In such circumstances, if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask the thralls, Hilda, or even me or Natsuo. If you prove your worth, maybe I'll look at you more kindly."

You promised not to be a bother but a valuable asset for the settlement. As the conversation progressed, you gathered the courage to pose a more personal question. "My lord, would you have anything against me fully embracing the worship of your gods?"

Endeavor's initial shock was evident, but after a moment, he smiled at you, nodding in acknowledgment. The acceptance of your desire to align with their religious practices hinted at a potential bridge between your newfound freedom and the intricate dynamics of the settlement. The unspoken understanding between you and the earl carried the potential for a more harmonious coexistence, provided you could prove your dedication and commitment to the settlement's values.

"You wish to step away from your Christian God and embrace our gods?" he asked.

In response, you nodded, meeting his gaze with determination. "Yes, earl Endeavor. I want to embrace the beliefs of this settlement, to become part of the community and honor the gods that are revered here. The day my village was raided, it felt as though my God had abandoned me," you expressed, the weight of that moment etched in the somber tone of your words.

The earl, after a moment of contemplation, surprised you with a geniune smile. He nodded, a gesture of acknowledgment. "Very well. If it brings you closer to this community and my son, then I will respect your choice. The gods, after all, have their own ways." Endeavor considered your newfound interest in embracing the local beliefs and, after a moment, spoke decisively, "I will take you to our seer. She will impart the knowledge you seek. Eventually, you may find yourself visiting Uppsala, a vital religious, economic, and political center in Svealand."

Your eyes lit up with interest at the prospect, and you nodded eagerly, fully intrigued by the idea of exploring such a significant place. Curiosity guiding your words, you asked, "Will I be able to go there once Touya returns?"

Endeavor, after a brief pause, agreed, "Yes, once Touya is back, we can arrange for your visit to Uppsala. It will be an enlightening experience for you."

You nodded at Endeavor, absorbing the significance of the upcoming journey into the settlement's beliefs and practices.

As you settled into the smaller throne, Endeavor looked up at you, a question lingering in his eyes. "Do you know where you're sitting?" he asked.

You replied hesitantly, "Obviously, it's a throne, my lord."

He chuckled, confirming your observation. "Indeed, it is a throne, but it holds a particular importance. This is reserved for the earl's wife, the queen of the settlement."

Your gaze shifted, and you asked cautiously, "Where is your wife then, my lord?"

Endeavor's expression softened, carrying a weight of sorrow. "She passed away after giving birth to Shoto, my youngest son."

You remained silent, acknowledging the gravity of the loss. "I'm so sorry for your family's loss," you expressed.

Endeavor waved his hand dismissively, as if to sweep away the weight of the past. "This is what the gods had prepared for her," he said, a touch of acceptance in his voice. "I miss her wisdom every day." He then looked at you, his gaze steady. "I let you sit here because, eventually, this place will belong to you."

You blinked, shocked by the unexpected revelation. "To me?" you asked, seeking more details. "I-I don't understand, my lord…"

Endeavor nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Yes." Endeavor leaned in, his voice lowered as he shared a revelation with you. "Since you are my eldest son's woman, it is likely that Touya will want to marry you one day." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. "And I have already chosen Touya as my legitimate heir. Once I am gone, he will take over the throne."

You were shocked by the revelation, and you whispered in response, "But from what I observed, I was fully convinced you would want Shoto to inherit the throne, my lord…"

Endeavor sighed, a mixture of regret and remorse in his eyes. He began to share the mistakes of his past, confessing to an attempt on Touya's life when he was a child, influenced by the wrong people. The consequence was the multitude of scars that adorned Touya's body, a lasting mark from a hot, boiling tar. "After all these years," Endeavor continued, "and witnessing Touya's growth, even though it was much harder for him due to his past and vulnerabilities, I have come to the conclusion that there is no other candidate for the throne than my eldest son. Shoto is full of passion, yes, but he is also very unsorted, having too many ideas and never fully indulging in anything but quick, meaningless affairs." The earl's admission offered a glimpse into the complexities of his decisions, revealing the burdens of the past and the intricate dynamics within the royal family.

As the revelation unfolded, a mix of emotions churned within you. The realization that Touya would be as shocked as you, having believed all along that his father saw him merely as a warrior, added a layer of complexity to the unfolding dynamics within the royal family.

You turned to Endeavor, the weight of the situation settling in, and expressed, "Whatever you decide, I will condone, my lord."

Endeavor's response was a smile, a gesture that softened his stern features. His rough, huge hand reached out, gently caressing your blushed cheek. "I think I'm starting to understand what Touya sees in you," he admitted. "You remind me a lot of my wife. You're very kind, and you seem to carry a wisdom I might not comprehend." Endeavor's gaze held a mixture of seriousness and earnestness as he spoke, "I ask you to be good to Touya. He deserves the world I couldn't provide him with."

The horses moved steadily through the wilderness, Dabi and Shoto riding side by side. The rhythmic sound of hooves on the earth beneath echoed in the quiet expanse around them. Hawks and the other warriors trailed at a distance, granting the brothers a semblance of privacy.

Shoto, breaking the silence, turned to his older brother. "So, how is it to possess a thrall?" he inquired, a curious glint in his mismatched eyes.

Dabi, eyes fixed on the distant horizon, remained silent.

The younger brother, ever probing, continued with a wry tone, "Is she better than the whore you laid with before?"

Dabi's jaw clenched, and for a moment, he maintained his stoic composure. However, the barb proved to be too much, and he finally snapped back at Shoto, his tone sharp and cold, "Watch your tongue, Shoto. She's not just a possession, and you will treat her with respect." The intensity in his words mirrored the protective edge that had developed over the time he spent with you.

Shoto chuckled dismissively. "Why would I respect a thrall? She's nothing but our slave."

"I freed her," Touya retorted sharply, his voice carrying a harsh edge. "So she's not your slave anymore."

Shoto, not entirely convinced by his brother's words, chuckled again. However, when he caught the stern gaze from Touya, he groaned in frustration, relenting but not without adding a snarky, awfully bad comment under his breath. "Oh, brother, you've fallen so low that you bedded a thrall and freed her just because she was good in bed and made doe-eyes at you. Pathetic."

Touya, his patience wearing thin, warned Shoto sharply, "Don't say anything more about Y/N. I won't hesitate to hurt you, Shoto."

Shoto, unfazed and ever mocking, responded with a smirk, "Hurt me? Come on, Touya, you're just defending your little pet. I didn't know you could get so attached to a mere thrall."

Touya's jaw clenched, his restraint visibly tested by his younger brother's taunts.

Their exchange was abruptly interrupted by a loud howling in the distance, a haunting sound that echoed through the wilderness. The mournful cry carried an eerie resonance, adding an ominous atmosphere to the already tense scene between the brothers. As the sun began its descent down the horizon, casting long shadows and painting the sky with hues of orange and red, the howling persisted.

"Wolves," Touya said carefully, his eyes scanning the surroundings. "We should set up camp here. It's too risky to ride further."

Shoto, involuntarily agreeing with Touya, nodded in acknowledgment.

As the camp took shape, Touya decided to rest in his tent. Lying on the furs, he closed his eyes, allowing the sounds of nature and the quietness of the night to envelop him. The occasional chatter of their warriors echoed in the background. Touya's thoughts drifted to you, and as he drifted into sleep, he envisioned you through the canvas of his imagination.

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[aizawasdumbwhore]

Little Things in a Relationship with Dabi

A/N: for this headcannon, i'm gonna try to leave as much wiggle room for creativity as i can. meaning, if you have an OC with a very specific quirk and backstory, I'll leave it to you to fill it in as you read! i know a lot of fanfics sour that when they give the reader or y/n their own story or quirk so I'll be vague. this is also gonna be gender neutral for all to enjoy! Does contain manga spoilers though!!!

Warnings: jealously, slight possessiveness, violence? as much as MHA violence goes

Dabi is unlike any man you have ever met in your life. From his background to his personality. He's a bit snarky and cold, but once he clinged onto you, he turned into a different man.

You met him when he was trying to recruit people for the League's sake. Despite being the one who introduced you, he wasn't too fond of you. He kept his distance, wouldn't talk to you, huffed and puffed in your presence, and was just relatively a nuisance to you.

Something changed, you weren't sure what clicked but it did. He talked to you. And he wasn't mean, he wasn't cold, he wasn't snarky, or sarcastic. He was normal. From there it spiraled on into what you two now considered a relationship.

Dabi wasn't one for grand romantic gestures. He never asked you to be his significant other but the bond shared between you two couldn't be described as anything BUT a romantic relationship.

This included small things. Very small things that meant a lot to you. He didn't show it, but you could feel his appreciation through the unspoken bond. It was like you two were intertwined by the soul. His feelings were your feelings.

Spending quiet nights outside, looking at the stars was one. The first night it happened, you were looking to spend some alone time, but stumbled upon him. He was laying on the concrete. He didn't seem to notice you at all, so you assumed he was caught up in his own thoughts. So you were surprised when he stopped you from leaving, telling you to stay. This became a regular thing. Laying down next to him, watching the stars as you sat in silence.

It was peaceful and liberating. No thoughts, words, nothing came to mind. It was completely tranquil. Only once did Dabi speak, "This is what I imagine it feels like once it's all over." You asked him what he meant but he only responded in an ominous chuckle. That could mean many things. The end of hero society or the end of his life? Whatever it meant, it was obvious he planned to keep it from you.

He would subtly give you affection. If you were sitting on the couch, he would sit next to you and put his arms over the back. His arm would just happen to reach behind you. If anyone ever questioned it, he'd roll his eyes or deny it. But you knew, and it made you blush slightly.

Despite never establishing the relationship, Dabi would get really jealous. Like really jealous. If anyone tried to flirt or get your attention, he got annoyed and was very vocal about it. This caused some teasing from the others that he usually brushed off with a, "Whatever," as he walked off.

Dabi is also protective of you, unlike the others. He knows they could hold their own, he knows you can too. But the thought of anything ever happening to you, the thought you ever leaving made him crumble inside. He didn't expect to open up to you, much less ever again after what happened to his family. So losing you was not ideal. They can live without me, but I can't live without them. That's what he thought about.

Once he revealed who he was to the world, he spent a lot of time alone, but you knew he probably needed some support. You gave him time but eventually he came back around, inviting you to sit in silence with him. He opened up a bit about what his childhood was like for him, how he became Dabi, and what he plans on next. Hearing everything made you feel sad for him inside. This was a new side of Dabi, this was Toya being vulnerable with you and you weren't gonna break that trust.

Dabi trusted you with everything. You knew things about him that the League didn't, that even the Todoroki family didn't know. He would sometimes ramble on about it in the middle of silence. Then say, "Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways."

He'd make up excuses to touch you whenever he could. If you were walking up a mountain, he'd gently push you up by putting his hand on your back. He'd jump in front and pull you up, holding your hand for a little longer as he tried to savor the sensation before it became "weird" to the others. If you got hurt, he'd walk over and offer to take care of you. Once Spinner ran to your aid and Dabi pushed him, jealous seeing him touch you, touching his most prized possession.

He would fantasize about a future with you, telling you all the goals he'd have. He would tell you how having a partner with the same ideals as him was nice for a change. You both shared a strong desire to bring down hero society, especially Endeavor. "Let's make a brighter future, together," he'd say with flames in his hands.

You tended to his stitches a lot. Scolding him if he went too far. He always reassured you that he's fine and he can handle it, but his body always said differently.

Nobody knew what to call the relationship, but it was clear there was mutual love. It was a relationship, even if nobody labeled it as such. But that was the most beautiful of relationships because there were no ridiculous expectations, just pure love.

If you like this then you'll also probably love Little Things in a Relationship with Shigaraki and Little Things in a Relationship with Aizawa pt1 and pt2

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[pinkykats-place]

(Todoroki Enji) Endeavor x Reader

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Stories linked below are NOT mine.

The readers included are male, female and gn. Gif not mine.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please like, comment and/or reblog their work! 

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Pairing: Todoroki Enji x Male Reader

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Retired!Enji x Succubus!Reader 

Summary : former pro hero Endeavor needs some ass and accidentally summons the woman of his dreams who oddly resembles his new neighbor

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Enji “endeavor” Todoroki x reader

Summary:  “Enji,” You said as you walked through the manor. It was summer and Enji wanted to put you something more traditional during these summer months. So you went through the halls of the manor in nothing bout a yukata decorated with flower and flames to signify who you belonged to. As if your round and active middle didn't give it away. 

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Come to Bed

Synopsis: You’d been working so hard lately you barely even noticed, working so late into the night you were hardly getting any sleep… of course Endeavor had to do something about it.

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ather enji todoroki x son m!reader

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Enji Todoroki x fem!Reader

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[musings-ofthe-unamused]

First Snow (BNHA)

Pairing: Various pro heroes x GN!reader

A/N: Yesterday was the first snow for me, so I wanted to do some romance headcanons! And since I haven’t done BNHA, I decided this was the perfect time!

I’m also gonna try a new format where I just write little blurbs instead of using bullet points!

Characters: Endeavor, All Might, Hawks, Mirko, Fat Gum, Aizawa, Present Mic

Endeavor:

He’s not the type to care about things like the first snow. He doesn’t romanticize small moments in life, and that includes the first snow of winter. You’re in his office looking out the large windows as the snow falls. He glances over from his desk and sees your attention focused on seemingly nothing. Enji would then walk over to see what you’re looking at.

“What is it?”

“Snow.” Your eyes are sparkling.

He’s never seen someone so enamored with it before. But it’s…surprisingly endearing. He’ll wrap his arm around you, a rare show of affection.

“It’s beautiful.”

All Might:

I think he would be shy about loving the first snow. He doesn’t want to show his excitement or the warm feeling that spreads through him when he realizes that it’s snowing. But you notice. 

“Yagi, it’s snowing!”

“I see that, my dear.”

“Come on!!”

Hawks:

Totally uses the romantic connotations to bring the charisma. You two are out on a date. The third date. The butterflies of a new relationship are fresh in your stomach and causing quite the commotion. After going to a cafe, you now roam the streets for something else to do. You feel something wet on your nose. Then the wind picks up. A blizzard.

“Woah, there.”

Hawks uses his wings to shield you from the sudden onslaught of snow. You’re pressed between his wings and chest. You look up and he stares down at you. 

“Are you cold?” He whispers.

You nod slightly. “A little.”

“Let me help.”

He leans in and kisses you gently. It’s warm and tastes of hot chocolate. You want to pull him closer and melt into his warmth. He pulls away and smiles.

Mirko:

She’s sooo excited! It snowed over night, and the ground is covered in a thick layer of soft powdery snow. It’s practically blinding, with how glittery and white it is. Mirko is bouncing around, leaving footprints (paw prints??) all over. You watch with love in your eyes. It’s always so comforting to see your love happy.

Until you get hit in the chest. By a snowball. That she threw. Your eyes narrow as she stands there, snickering with a devilish smirk.

“Are you challenging me, Mirko?”

“Are you going to accept?”

Fat Gum:

Winter!! His favorite time of year. I think this is the season he feels most helpful to people. You watch as he gives a kid a hug, the kid sinking into your boyfriend. You giggle as Fatgum digs him out and gives him a pat on the head.

“Make sure to dress warmer next time, ok?”

“Yes sir!”

The kid bounds off. Fatgum pulls you to his side and kisses the top of your head. You look up at him with a pout.

“What is it, dumpling?”

“I’m a little jealous.” You poke his side. “Everyone gets to hug you.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Well…you get parts of me no one else does. And we get to do things no one else can do with me.”

“Like?”

He pulls you in for a kiss. You were just playing, but it’s nice to feel reassured that he still loves you. Sometimes dating a pro hero can be hard. When he pulls away, the two of you notice it’s snowing.

“Look! No one else can kiss me under the first snow!”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go warm up with some food.”

Aizawa:

Hates the cold. Hates it! He doesn’t go out in the first place, but now he wants to go out even less. The two of you are sitting on the couch, his head in your lap as you idly brush your fingers through his hair. The two of you often spent your time like this. Silence, comfort from each other’s presence. It was much needed for the stressful lives you both lived.

“Cold.” He murmured and lifted his head. 

You shifted and wrapped your arms around him. “Better?”

He let out a sigh. “Yeah.” There was a small pause before he spoke again. “It’s snowing.”

You look outside. “Huh. It is.”

Present Mic:

God, this goof. He makes a big deal out of everything. It’s cute, in all honesty. 

“And today I am joined by my lovely partner! Say hi!”

“Hello listeners!!”

“Aren’t they the cutest?”

It wasn’t often you were on his radio show. You preferred listening to it (and most of the time you weren’t awake). However, he had invited you to be a special co host just for today.  “My love! Do you know why I called you here today?”

“I do not.”

“Listeners, if you look outside you’ll see that it’s snowing. The first snow of winter!”

You smile. You still didn’t understand, but it was endearing seeing him work.

He continued talking into the mic. “First snow can signify a lot of things. For me, it signifies my first love and how precious they are to me. Every moment, every word, everything about them is important. So, I want you to tell the person who you love how much they mean to you. And here’s our first song of the night…”

The song started playing as you stared at your partner with tears in your eyes. He muted his mic and gave you a goofy smile. 

“Did you like it?”

You push his shoulder. “Hizashi, you big goof! You could’ve told me to just tune in!”

“But I wanted to see your reaction in real time!”

“I love you, idiot.”

“I love you too.”

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[southside-otaku]

Mommy don’t know Daddy’s getting hot

At the body shop

Doing something Unholy

Lucky, lucky Rei, she married the man who is now the world’s number one hero. Lucky to have had not one, but four promising children with such a strong and handsome man. But was she still lucky when he drove her to her breaking point? Now she watches him from a tv screen in a hospital bed; yeah, a lucky girl.

She still admires him from a far, knowing not what goes on in what once was her home. No knowledge that her husband has his head in the clouds-or rather the thighs of another woman. Could you blame the man? He’s the world’s number one hero, sexual frustration doesn’t suit someone of that title now does it. Besides, his broken wife hasn’t put out in years and it’s not like they’ve even been in the presence of each other in that much time either.

Such a dirty, dirty man to have seen an enchanting young face- of consenting age- and imagined how it would contort under the shadow of his significantly larger body. How would she sound when his cock reaches places she’d never been. Dirty, dirty man for him to have gotten so personal with the found beauty taking the time to learn her favorite color, foods, and other silly little things just to buy her gifts; some lavish and some simple. How awful of him to finally have her to himself in the strappy, expensive red heels he bought her as an apology for another coworkers’ behavior.

Mommy has no clue her children are at home and Daddy is playing with his new toy, leaning on his desk full of paperwork as he watches her sway and dance to the music before he commands a quick “C’mere.” Daddy’s little helper never denies him, especially when they both know this was not the first or the last time they would play together.

A/n: totally sorry this is so late (& cringey) but here it is and I hope you all enjoy! Been a LONG time since I’ve written and it definitely shows, at least to me haha

Much love,

South xoxo 💋

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[dexlexia]

pray the night times away - a endhawks fan fic

pairing: endhawks (keigo/hawks x enji/endeavor) rating: 18+ summary: For a hero that had the world in his hands, Keigo didn't know how to date. He didn't know how to interact with women or even men in a romantic setting. He was stunted that way, pushed from a young age to be the best hero left little room to have a personal life.  Maybe that was why he melted in Enji's hands. Why being pleasured by a man old enough to be his father was the only way he could get his rocks off.  tags: trans!hawks, oral sex, smut, age difference, size difference a/n: read it on ao3 !

For a hero that had the world in his hands, Keigo didn't know how to date. He didn't know how to interact with women or even men in a romantic setting. He was stunted that way, pushed from a young age to be the best hero and left little room to have a personal life.  Maybe that was why he melted in Enji's hands. Why being pleasured by a man old enough to be his father was the only way he could get his rocks off.

Almost a foot taller than him, broad shoulders and bulging muscles, Endeavor was a wet dream for the number two hero. Keigo could recount multiple times pleasuring himself as a young adult to the newspaper clippings of Enji Todoroki. He wondered what was under the flames and suit, what scars he'd touch, how hot his skin would be.

A young trans Keigo Takami wanted nothing more than to be Endeavor and be with the man. And now at twenty-three he was sailing the skies to Todoroki manor. He could feel the wetness between his legs in anticipation for what was to come. Was it the healthiest relationship in the world? Probably not,but it couldn't be worse than any of Enji's previous relationships. His heart pounded  as he landed in the courtyard of the manor,  his wings flapped to release tension as his gold eyes met with Enji's icy blue ones.

 "About time you made it." He said.

Keigo grinned at the other man, "It took me a while to find parking." Then with a skip in his step headed towards the man. He soon peeled off his aviator jacket and Enji took it from him to hang up. They walked through the manor, all the empty bedrooms and extra offices that remained unused. There really was no one else here besides Enji.

Enji hung up his coat and led the bird-hero to the bedroom. His strong arm wrapped around the hero as they navigated the maze-like halls of the home. Enji could feel Keigo's anticipation. He knew his little bird enjoyed their time together, he knew that Keigo loved to have his pussy played with. To have the older man fuck him to completion. After years of having to be invincible, Keigo loved the idea of being vulnerable, a soft delicate thing that Enji could devour. Rip out every last scarlet wing and have the hero begging for more.

Once in the bedroom, Enji stood behind Keigo and leaned in to kiss the other man slowly. His large hands found Keigo's narrow waist as he pulled the shirt over his head. Keigo began to feel warm all over from the other man's touch, he worked to get his pants off as well, eventually leaving him in boxers.  He stood there in the bedroom partially naked as Enji's nimble fingers worked to get the bird-hero's underwear off.

They eventually ended up at Keigo's ankles with two of the older man's fingers dipped inside of the blonde. Keigo moaned and rested back into  Enji's arms. The red-head kissed Keigo's neck as he pushed his fingers as far as they could go. They were so thick that Keigo swore it was like starting off with three or four fingers.

Keigo moaned loudly as his nails dug into Enji's skin. He was able to be loud if he wanted to, there was no one around for miles. Pleasure raced up his spine as he felt his breathing grow heavier. The stretch of Enji's fingers made the blonde's knees shake in lust.  When the red-head started to play with his engorged clit, Keigo saw stars. His back arched which highlighted his surgery scars and his mouth hung open as he let out a loud moan.

 "That's it, Keigo." Enji said quietly in his ear, "Let me make you feel good."

Keigo swallowed and tried to compose himself but the pleasure through his body made his legs like jell-o. He was able to take refuge in Enji's arms holding him up.  The man continued to pleasure him. This feeling made Keigo fall in love with Enji, even if it was possible for the flame-hero to love. But the euphoria of pleasure, the mounting feeling of lust and want that coursed through Keigo's body made the blonde want this forever. He wanted to break his jaw or back on the red-head's fingers or cock. Rip his wings out and make him a flightless little cage bird if he had to.

Eventually Enji brought Keigo to the massive bed and laid the bird down on his back. His wings spread out like an angel. Enji kneeled in front of him and continued to push his fingers inside of the hero's pussy. It was a tight fit but the feeling made Enji tighten in his slacks. He knew Keigo loved it when he was fully clothed and the blonde didn't have a stitch of fabric on him. He liked the submission, giving the flame hero all the control.

 "You're such a good boy, Keigo." Enji said as he reached over and pushed some hair out of the blonde's face. He wanted to see every feature of the man. His hand then trailed down the blonde's chest, feeling his top surgery scars. They were both pretty scarred, Keigo's feathers still hadn't grown back fully and Enji had the nasty one down his face. The ones on Keigo's chest looked the least ugly.  The red-head gave them a kiss as he continued to thumb at the blonde's clit, which earned him beautiful noises from his partner's lips.

He sounded divine, heavenly.  He was perfect in every sense of the word. Keigo was more of an angel than a bird in the flame-hero's eyes. Never had he wanted something so beautiful, so heavenly it almost made him feel like he was totally unworthy.  The red-head continued to pleasure Keigo, keeping a careful eye on the rise and fall of the bird-hero's chest.  He placed kisses on his skin and felt up his pussy. The feeling was undeniable, Keigo was aroused by this.  Keigo gripped onto Enji as he was continued to be finger-fucked. His breathing came out in short pants as he was driven closer to climax. Eventually Enji had enough and dove in between Keigo's legs, sucking, lapping and kissing at the blonde's sweet pussy. His dark-blonde pubic hair brushed up against the hero's nose.

 "Fuck, Enji." Keigo grit his teeth and moaned through them in pure ecstasy.  Enji was an undeniable lover, he knew Keigo's body from every angle. He knew how to make the bird-hero go wild.  He had the blonde in the palm of his hand with every movement of his fingers and tongue.  He tasted the musty scent of Keigo's cunt and made his cock twitch.

Enji enjoyed the sounds that came from Keigo, the praise the smaller man gave him. It was arousing to know that he still had it, that he could make someone orgasm on his tongue. He reached down and palmed his own erection, enjoying the feeling of the blonde's legs around his head.  He continued to lap at the other's pussy, encouraging him to make loud noises, he wanted to hear it all. And since they were so alone, they wouldn't get a write up.

Keigo felt over the moon with the feeling of Enji's tongue on his clit, he knew his orgasm was coming soon. He couldn't hold off long when it came to Enji's tongue.  He pulled at his red-hair as he arched his back, feeling the strong feeling of lust pump through his system thanks to his rapidly beating heart. He tightened his thighs around the other's head and pushed him further onto his pussy. His toes curled as he loudly moaned in the spacious room where they had sex.  It was an impeccable feeling, like nothing Keigo had ever experienced in his life, there was no tongue like the one in the mouth of the flame-hero.

 "Fuck, Keigo." Enji said.

 "Feels good, doesn't it number one?" Keigo chuckled between moans as Enji brushed against a sweet spot on the blonde's body.  Soon his leg kicked out as he felt close to cumming on Enji's mouth. But the red-head didn't stop,he continued to give him sweet pleasure with his tongue. His cock was painfully hard from the taste of Keigo's soaked cunt.

They did make a good team, and good lovers.They new each other's bodies like no one else. Keigo could map out every scar with his tongue and Enji knew how deep to set his fingers inside of the other man. They were so familiar with one another's bodies it was remarkable, it made both men not want anyone else. EVen if they didn't officially have a name for what they were, it was a nice comfort the two of them shared with one another.

Soon Keigo was digging his blunt nails into Enji's scalp as he came in the other's mouth. Wetness coated the flame-hero's mouth and chin,with some on the tip of his nose. Enji maneuvered himself between Keigo’s legs, the impressive length brushed up against the bird-hero's pussy.

The blonde swallowed as he saw the impressive length, the feeling of it brushing up against his overstimulated pussy made his moan and hold onto the covers. Enji moved him like a doll as the blonde came down from his orgasm. He rested his leg at his thigh, wrapping it around his waist partially to get the blonde to hold onto him. WIth his legs open enough, their eyes met as Enji sank into Keigo's tight heat. It fit perfectly, as it always did.  He sank it in, all the way down and Keigo quickly reached out and gripped the red-head's arm for support.

 "That's it, Keigo. I got you." Enji reassured him. He pressed as far as he could, as slowly as he could. He didn't want to bruise Keigo's insides the day before they went on patrol. The last thing he needed was a limping bird-hero. He held onto the other man's leg around his waist with his other hand on his hip. He started to rock back and forth inside of Keigo, letting the other man become loud with lust once more. Keigo's noises were accompanied by Enji's own grunts and groans as he felt the other man's pussy practically suffocate him.

If there was one way to die, it would be at the hands of Keigo. Blunt nails scratched Enji's scarred skin and the red-head leaned down and started to kiss the other man, picking up the pace as well.  He watched the other man's body move according to his thrusts. His head close to the other's face as they began to make out once more. The bed rocked as they moved and Keigo's sweet, sexual noises filled the room.

 "That's a good bird." Enji said.

 "Fuck, Enji. This feels so good, shit why do you feel so good." His voice was cut off by a hard moan from when Enji hit the right spot inside of him. HIs hips buckled in time with Enji's thrusts. He wrapped his lanky arms around Enji's thick neck and deepened the kiss. His breathing became tighter as he broke up at the kiss at small moments to catch his breath. Enji eventually got both of the blonde's legs around his waist and thrusted into him quicker.

This was heaven for Enji, never had he felt this good during sex before. He didn't have a large collection of experiences, but being able to fuck Keigo into a coma was an enjoyable experience.  They pressed their foreheads together as their chests rose and fell quickly, their hips still doing most of the work. It was. good feeling between them.

Keigo at times would get off to the age difference. He loved the man's stubble as he grazed his neck, even the times where he had to take a small break because he pulled something in his back. But he always made it up to Keigo. The blonde may have been a little obsessed with Enji's cock, the way it filled him. How it broke part of his brian through earth shattering orgasms.

Enji loved his time spent with Keigo too. He loved his affectionate the bird-hero was. He loved how he could just pick him up, groped his wings and maneuver him however he needed the man to be. He loved his pussy, even a few years on testosterone, and it still brought Enji's to his knees. They continued to make out, Keigo clawed at the other's broad back. The bed creaky and hit against the wall.

 "You feel so good." Enji remarked between kisses.

Keigo moaned, "You're not too bad yourself." Before pulling Enji into another searing kiss. Sounds filled the room as the pair fucked on the bed. His back arched slightly from the immense pleasure. He tightened his legs around Enji's waist and tried to keep as close to him as possible. "Fuck, this feels good."

 "You're amazing, Keigo. Always so good for me." Enji replied before he groaned through grit teeth. Their hip bouncing, Enji's cock hit against all of Keigo's sweet spots.  Eventually  he rolled over to the smaller man on top and let him go wild on his cock. Now he watched the poor bird ride his cock with abandon. He placed his hands on Keigo's hips and drove his cock deeper and deeper into him, which only put the fellow hero on cloud nine.

 "Fuck, I'm close again." Keigo moaned.

 "I am too. Hold onto me." Enji said and groaned where Keigo stuck his fingers into his shoulders for leverage as he bounced on the older man's cock. The red-head loved the feeling, the other man's pussy was so tight. It was a vice on his cock and would be a good mental image for months to come. Watching the poor bird try to take every last inch.

Their bodies moved in sync, Keigo put his entire body into it as he rode Enji. The other man's cock rammed into him, which only turned him on more. His mouth soon hung open as moans left it. His body felt heat all over, his wings fluttered behind him in anticipation for what was to come.  Enji gripped tightly onto the other's hips to keep him in place. He looked divine on top of him, it made Enji's cock move inside of the other man. Soon Keigo's lips were on Enji's neck, moving his hips up and down on the other’s cock. Keigo left small bites on the other man's skin, little red marks that he'd be carrying for a few hours after they were finished.

They both held onto one another  tightly as they approached their orgasms. Keigo moaned into Enji's heated skin while the red-head fucked him at a hard, steady pace. The feeling was amazing. Keigo felt the pleasure pool in his gut, and eventually he came around the other's cock. He yelled into the red-head's shoulder as he made a mess of his cock. Keigo's poor pussy soaked the red-head's thick cock. His thrusts died down as his head swam from orgasm. But Enji didn't stop there, he bullied his cock deep inside of Keigo which made the bird-hero gasp.

 "I've got you, Keigo." Enji purred in the other's ear before he started to ram himself as deep and as fast as possible. He moaned at Keigo's attempt to clench around him. Keigo was practically brain-dead on top of him, but Enji knew he'd make them both feel good. He held on tightly as he thrusted up into the other man, his breathing was heavy and his skin felt more warm than usual. The sounds of their sex in the room only riled Enji up more. And finally with one more hard thrust, Enji finished inside of Keigo.

Keigo slumped onto Enji's chest and tried to catch his breath. He held onto the other man as he started to come down from his high. His thigh trembled in the aftermath of their session. Eventually Enji got him off of his cock and onto the bed beside him to get more comfortable. Keigo leaned into Enji's touch as he stroked his feathers. The feeling made Keigo's thighs rub together. He let out a small noise when Enji laid a kiss on him.

 "You did so good, thank you." Enji acknowledged as he continued to play with the feathers between his fingers. He pressed a small kiss on the blonde's face, "Do you need anything?"

 "Ah, growing soft on me, Enji?" Keigo said as he started to return to his senses, "I'll be fine. Let me just lay here for a little bit. I'll get out of your hair soon."

 "Don't. You can stay the night." Enji said, "It won't be safe to leave this late."

Keigo smirked as he rolled over in bed, "You are growing soft on me, Enji. Don't worry I won't tell anyone. However, I do expect croissants in the morning." And then got under the covers, his wings made a small movement to get comfortable.  He could hear Enji's smile which in turn made him smile as well.

 "Well you rest up, I'll be back in a bit." Enji leaned over and kissed the other man on the face before he got up and went to the washroom.  When Enji left, Keigo got even more cuddled in the bed, he wrapped his arm around the pillow and dipped his nose into the fabric. This felt right.

Eventually Enji returned and he cuddled up with the smaller man. His strong arm across his narrow body. He kissed the back of his neck and the blonde melted. Whatever this was, whatever they could call it, it felt right. This felt like home,  even if Keigo had a thing for older men.  He loved his number one hero, and wanted to be a good bird for him.

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[bittersweetscrolls]

~Introduction to my Blog~

Alex\Scrolls| they/him | 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ | 20 | New fanfic writer

This is a multi-fandom blog; my mains consisting of MHA/QSMP/Legend of Zelda

Sidlink from Legend of Zelda BOTW/TOTK

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I tend to get hyper-fixated very easily on certain characters and want to practice my writing for them ✨

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[saiyanmyname]

Rope Burn

I had the idea so long ago for this one shot and finally finished it! Based on the Janet Jackson song Rope Burn.

Link to the full fic:

Rope Burn - SaiyanMyName - 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

“Hmm…”

Endeavor hummed, looking down at you, hands tied behind your back.

“What on earth should I do with you?” His fingers brushed against your lips roughly, pulling at them, tracing possessively around your jaw, palm around your neck as he toyed with the ring of your collar.

You looked up at him, wide eyed, relishing the feeling of the tight, velvet rope around your wrists carefully tied by Endeavor, earlier that evening. His hot hands wrapping it around your skin, slowly, gently… teasing you with each swipe of friction that tickled against your glowing skin, while you sat so perfectly in place for him, his ever-obedient angel.

You shifted a bit, sitting back further on your knees, trying to ease the burning in your thighs. They were wide apart, allowing him a full view of you, every piece of you that belonged to him. It was funny to think he’d almost been shy in asking you for this. There was no shyness to be seen on his face now. He was almost completely stoic… aside, of course, from his eyes.

All it had taken was a soft: “I’d like to try something…” Spoken vaguely through mouthfuls of whatever monstrosity he’d ordered for breakfast this time. It could have been as innocent as the café you’d both sat in at the time. His face was enigmatic at the best of times, but more so now, eyes meeting yours with an intense expression, before returning to take a sip of the drink before him.

That was all it had taken. A “Sure.” A smiling nod of your head and a teasing wink. How little you knew that he would be the one doing all of the teasing.

You were not entirely sure what to expect, actually, he’d been uncharacteristically patient with you, waiting, in the bedroom, fingers clutched around a velvet rope.

“Tonight, you belong to me, my plaything to do with as I please, understand?” He uttered in an unexpected rumble in your ear, pulling your head back to look at him, searching your face for any form of agreement. Your breath left your body along with all of your words as he used only the ring on your collar to pull you closer to him. You nodded.

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[eruden-writes]

Slow Burn - Part 10 (Endeavor x OC)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 (coming soon)

WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR CURRENT CANON STORY. TITLE SUBJECT TO CHANGE.

Also available on AO3!

Summary: Months have passed since the war. The heroes won, but there’s still rebuilding efforts to be completed. And not just buildings and cities.

Maemi Ono is one therapist, among many from her US-based agency, who is chosen to treat Class 2-A (previously Class 1-A) as a group and Dabi, of the former League of Villains, individually. However, with the war still fresh in his head and suspicions high, Endeavor isn’t so sure Miss Ono’s intentions are entirely as good as they seem.

When Maemi’s past rears its head, will it prove Endeavor correct? Or will it pull Maemi further into Endeavor’s orbit?

x x x

Chapter 9 Recap:

As in the past, Endeavor felt like he had better options at his disposal. Turning his attention back to Maemi, who watched him with a smile that just barely refrained from being knowing, he sighed, “Alright, let’s go.”

Her smile broadened, a hint of relief flickering in her eyes. He tried not to take too much enjoyment in that. His bruised ego and trampled boundaries still ached, but it was hard not to feel some sense of relief in leaving the establishment.

As the two gathered their things and beat a hasty retreat through the club, neither could shake the feeling the night was heading somewhere neither had anticipated. Though both were eager to see where this option took them.

Chapter 10: The Night Continues

Out on the street, away from the nightclub, Maemi and Endeavor fell into a companionable silence. The sidewalks were crowded with people and bright neon lights overhead blazed, the area of the city rather exuberant for nightlife. She followed close to his side, not exactly having to fight the crowds since most people seemed to give the man a wide berth. 

As they aimlessly walked, Maemi considered what offerings they had. Restaurants, karaoke lounges, bars, night clubs, niche cafes. A sidelong glance to Endeavor had her picturing - or trying to picture - him in the different settings. 

Night clubs were, obviously, a no-go. Restaurants were too date-y. Bars, Maemi was disinterested in. And she didn’t want to even attempt singing. 

As Maemi sought another destination, Endeavor’s thoughts rumbled down a similar - albeit separate - route. While they had left together, there was no indication she wanted to remain in his company. He had done his ‘role’ and saved her from the tedious social situation. Now, what exactly was he supposed to do? If they went their separate ways, it almost felt like a waste of a night. 

Finally, something of interest caught Maemi’s eye. In her excitement, she grabbed at Endeavor’s arm, completely missing the tension that suddenly shot up his spine. “Oh, how about we go to a barcade? That looks fun.” 

Drawn from his own thoughts, Endeavor focused on where Maemi pointed. Down the street, a sign flashed The Token Barcade, under which hordes of people seemed to be entering or exiting an entry point. From inside, flashing lights and a cacophonic orchestra of chiming and delighted laughter leaked out the door. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze swung back to her. “How is that any less chaotic than a club?” 

“The point of clubs is drinking and dancing,” Maemi answered, dropping his arm and walking toward The Token Barcade. She threw a grin back at him, motioning toward her destination with a hand. “Here it’s about arcade games!” 

“And drinking,” Endeavor observed as they got closer to the establishment. A number of patrons were leaving with beer bottles in hand and there was an obvious bar, where crowds flocked, opposite the gaming area. There was even a sign out front displaying drink specials, all of which were alcoholic. 

“And drinking.” Maemi admitted with a shrug, glancing at the sign as if it were a trivial offering. “But it’s more about the games. And there’s also less of an intent to hook-up here.” 

At that, she scrunched her nose a little. It was hard to accept drinks when you knew the offer came with hopeful strings attached. Plus, the amount of horny on a dancefloor was nearly suffocating. Even if someone had sexual aspirations at an arcade, there was enough general amusement and fun to disperse it. 

Something clicked into place in his head and, before he could stop himself, he said, “So you’re sex-repulsed.” 

Maemi froze, turning wide eyes to Endeavor. That expression made him want to bite his tongue off, convinced he had said something wrong, before a slow smile spread over her lips and laughter spilled from her. “Who taught you that phrase?” 

“Hawks.” Well, and his therapist. Both had breached the subject of different sorts of sexualities when talking to Endeavor. The latter mostly in regards to the pro-hero understanding himself as, well, himself and not steeped in being Number One. 

“I’m not sex-repulsed, I’m just not into hook-ups. I like to know the people I crawl into bed with.” She gave another shrug, that amused smile still tilting at her lips. Of all the things to hear out of the dour-looking Endeavor’s face, it was not that. She paused, considering other implications of her own statement, and added with a wave of her hand, “Or wherever the fucking happens.”

Hearing her say ‘fucking’ gave him pause. A subtle sensation raced down his spine and he squinted against the sensation. He tried not to think of the possible non-traditional places Miss Ono had experience fucking at. 

“Anyway, want to treat a lady to some arcade games?” Maemi turned toward him, her hands clasped behind her back as she leaned forward a little. Another shot of amusement had her smile twitching. There was a slight jitter to his gaze, she noticed, as he fought looking at her decolletage on display. Maemi knew she shouldn’t tease him like that, but it was a little funny to watch the #1 Pro-Hero flounder. Even if it was hard to catch.

Saving himself the hassle, Endeavor averted his gaze from her. After throwing a dismal look into the packed arcade, Endeavor growled, “No.” 

“Ugh, fine. I’ll pay for myself.” Maemi waved her hand dismissively at him as she started into the barcade. It was unspoken, but there was an invitation - or even an expectation - for him to remain in her company. Likewise, there was the same amount of allowance for him to leave her be and do his own thing. Although, she did shoot a grin over her shoulder and added, “I’d feel bad for taking advantage of your generosity when I beat you.”

That was all it took to get Endeavor’s feet moving from the sidewalk, over the threshold of the establishment, with eyes narrowed. “When did I say I was going to play?” 

“Oh, so not even going to try.” Maemi turned toward a gaggle of machines, where others were buying plastic cards to load money onto. “That’s fine. Know your limits.” 

His eyes narrowed as Maemi’s smile grew, though she didn’t look at him. She was goading him, he knew it. Which meant it should have been easy to ignore the competitive itch that crawled across him.

But it wasn’t. Especially as she tilted an ‘innocent’ gaze at him, her smile twitching a little larger. He couldn’t even imagine what she sensed on him. Suspicion, competitiveness, annoyance? It didn’t really matter, in the end.

He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, ignoring the triumphant smile Maemi flashed him from his peripheral. “Fine. I’ll play one game.”

—

It was not one game.

It turned into three, then five, then Endeavor stopped keeping track. 

Now, he found himself playing Boogie Boogie Uprising - the most ludicrous name for a game - next to Maemi. 

For her part, Maemi was just testing just how ridiculous of a game she could convince Endeavor to partake in. Thus far, she’d managed to get him to play skeeball, air hockey, a shooting game, and a motorcycle racing game complete with fake bike. Each sight of Endeavor complying and moodily staring at the games had been etched forever into her memory.

Not to mention the moments when he had to adjust his strength, so as not to break the flimsy plastic joysticks or buttons. Honestly, she was lucky he hadn’t hurt her during air hockey, but his attention was split through their rounds. 

Although, she was a little shocked that he agreed to BBU.

Once the game warmed up, both players following the arrows on screen with the corresponding arrows of the platform, Maemi realized his agreement made sense. The game was straightforward. Stomp your foot down on the indicated arrows to the beat of the song. For a man whose career was making split-second decisions, without a guarantee they were the correct one, this game barely registered as a threat. 

For herself, on the other hand, she realized it was a poor choice. Namely because of the dress she wore slipping up with every movement and the bra she wore wasn’t exactly the best for bouncing around. Thankfully, she did have the foresight to remove her heels, before she fumbled about on the platform. 

Of course, that ended up being her ultimate undoing. 

Just as they neared the end of the song, her stockinged foot slipped on the smooth plastic of the platform. She yelped, the world fumbling out from under her as she fell. Her heart jerked, realizing she tumbled toward her opponent. Caught between the instinct to catch herself and the embarrassment of grabbing onto Endeavor, Maemi faltered.

At her yelp, however, Endeavor turned. There was no hesitance or even calculation. He simply caught her with one arm before she faceplanted onto the platform or himself. Maemi’s own arms finally moved, one grabbing onto his bicep as he curled his arm around her upper back and the other bracing itself against his chest. 

An awkward laugh fell from Maemi as she slowly got more stable footing under her. The discordant chimes of missed steps filled the air as the BBU game flashed red. Heat flared over Maemi’s cheeks, her body immensely aware of where Endeavor touched her. She ignored the warmth as exertion from the game as she mumbled, “Sorry.” 

She was also extremely aware of the eyes on them. People who recognized Endeavor and were being nosey, taking photos or videos. Or - stars forbid - recognized her as the random woman he kissed during the whole Floral Perv fiasco. Maemi could only imagine the potential shitstorm on the horizon, but part of her wanted to ignore it, act like it wasn’t brewing.

After all, other than a couple obnoxious busybodies, they weren’t being watched that closely. Well, as far as she knew. And if they had been under such scrutiny, Endeavor likely would have put an end to this outing.

Endeavor inclined his head to her, raising an eyebrow at her apology. He also fought to ignore the feel of her hands on him, grappling at his arm and bunching his shirt in between her fingers, given the situation. Despite his stern expression, Maemi caught the slightest hint of amusement from him. Very, very slight. “Are you trying to cheat?” 

If it hadn’t been for that hint of amusement she sensed, Maemi might have feared he was serious and displeased. 

“No!” Regardless, the accusation made her push off his chest, blush flaring as she stood straight. With an indignant point to her feet, she added, “My stockings are slippery!” 

“Uh-huh.” A little more amusement from him, she realized, as he looked away from her. There was something enjoyable about seeing the woman flushed and unbalanced, but he didn’t focus on it. Instead Endeavor nodded toward the screen. Despite the litany of missed steps in the end, victory was announced. “Looks like I won anyway.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Maemi snorted, waving her hand as she sat down on the platform to put her heels back on. “I won all the air hockey matches.” 

He couldn’t bite back a retort to that. The only reason Maemi won at air hockey so many times was seeing her leaning over the table - coupled with the little surprised gasps or triumphant whoops - was infuriatingly distracting. 

Although, he didn’t need to fess up to his distraction. Maemi was fairly aware of her low-cut of her dress’s neckline and the effect it had on others, especially when she leaned over. Perhaps it was a little underhanded, but given his absurd talent for games, she was willing to take whatever advantage she could.

“Remind me, how many games have I won?” Endeavor cooly asked as he shoved on his shoes, just as Maemi got to her feet, hefting her purse to her shoulder.

With a roll of her eyes, she gave a dramatic groan, “Too many.” 

“Isn’t that the point? To win?” Straightening from his stoop, his shoes firmly black on, Endeavor crossed his arms over his chest.

At that, Maemi made a face, waving her hand around as she spoke, “Yeah, but you’re supposed to be an old fuddy duddy that’s bad at them.” 

Endeavor made a humming sound which, given his size and general demeanor, came off more like a mild growl. “Jumping to unfounded assumptions sounds like a you problem.” 

Despite herself, Maemi could feel her lips curling in amusement. She wondered if he’d also picked up ‘sounds like a you problem’ from Hawks, just like ‘sex repulsed.’

“Of course, because anyone would guess you were good at arcade games,” Maemi snorted as they both made their way from the game, much to the relief of some lingering patrons wishing to play. 

To that, Endeavor couldn’t disagree. They’d had enough lingering eyes on them for him to be aware his presence was an anomaly at the barcade. Not to mention the not-very-sneaky photos being snapped of him. Given his line of work, he was used to candid photos, although it seemed a little more frequent in the current setting.

Likely for the very thing Maemi just mentioned. Arcade games were not something the average civilian could picture Endeavor doing.

Falling into a companionable silence - as much as they could, given the environmental chaos - the two wandered between the games. Endeavor waiting for the next challenge Maemi threw his way while she surveyed the other options. 

Instead of a game suggestion, Maemi prompted him with a different question, “So, more enjoyable than the night club?” 

“It’s not awful, I’ll grant it that.” At least the barcade gave him things and goals to focus on. Had he spent the whole night at the nightclub, he’d had sullenly sat at a table or been coaxed onto the dancefloor. Which might not have been bad, but certainly not as… comfortable as the one-on-one time with Miss Ono.

Tension looped through his arms at that thought. He shouldn’t be this comfortable around her, should he? She was counseling two of his children. Of anyone not in his family, she was aware of the things he had done. The trauma he had caused and, by extension, how his actions had gotten countless killed. Guilt and self-deprecation swirled through him.

Hazarding a sidelong glance to the woman, he found Maemi squinting up at him. Suddenly, he felt like a bug under a microscope, knowing she’d sense whatever he felt. How far, how clearly, she could, he had no idea.

In truth, Maemi couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was going on with Endeavor’s feelings. A mild enjoyment, flanked by something that tasted like blame and disgrace. They weren’t exactly connected, the positive and negative. Still, she faintly wondered what she had done to trigger the shameful feelings.

The calculating expression eased when Maemi realized he was looking at her. For now, she wanted to reclaim the delight of the night. It was turning out far more enjoyable than what Aria had planned. “Well then, let’s find something utterly terrible to put you through.” 

“Why?” He balked, a frown curving sharply over his lips. Despite his expression, Maemi didn’t catch onto any dread. Mostly a little curiosity, vague and watered down as was the norm for Endeavor.

“I want to know how far your patience extends,” Maemi answered, an impish smile and teasing tone in her voice. 

To Endeavor, that sounded understandable. People always wanted to try his patience, see how far until he cracked. Usually as a source of retribution or to reaffirm he was truly as bad as expected. But Maemi didn’t have that kind of tone to her voice. Her challenge was different, somehow. He stared at her, uncertain of how to process her words. 

As Endeavor struggled to understand why Maemi’s words struck differently than others, her eyes landed on a potential option. With a flourish of her arm, she pointed to a far corner of the barcade, which was somewhat dimmer than the other areas. “Oh, that!” 

“What?” Endeavor blinked, tilting his gaze in the direction of her pointing finger.

He barely had time to register what she was pointing at, before her arms snaked around his arm. A jolt shot up his arm and he swallowed against the sudden heat. Tugging the man toward the new source of playful torment, Maemi laughed, “Let’s try the photo booth!”

#bnha endeavor #bnha enji #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #enji todoroki fanfic #endeavor fanfic #endeavor x oc #enji todoroki x oc #maemi ono #maemi #bnha oc #mha oc #just putting a couple of awkward adults through silly situations #ugh this was so hard to write :'(

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Warnings: violence, viking!Dabi, viking!Shoto, earl!Endeavor, viking!Hawks, fem!reader, viking themes, seer!Mirko, blood

Summary: the Earl sought counsel from the seer, seeking guidance after Shoto's proposition to send him and Touya on a mission to the north. Concerned about the rumors surrounding the mission, you resolved to extract information directly from Shoto

Word count: circa 6.5k

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ACT III - SEEKING ANSWERS

The cold winds of late autumn swept through the rugged hills as earl Endeavor rode toward the dwelling of the renowned seer, Mirko. His thoughts were consumed by the intriguing proposition his youngest son, Shoto, had presented regarding a land rich in goods. The idea of sending his eldest son, Touya, to oversee this promising territory crossed the earl's mind, a strategic move that could secure his settlement's prosperity.

Upon reaching Mirko's abode, the atmosphere seemed to change. The air grew thick with an otherworldly aura, and the eerie silence made the settlement's seer even more intimidating. Mirko was a young woman with a fearsome reputation, her presence alone sending shivers down the spines of those who sought her guidance. Mirko was not beautiful in the conventional sense; her appearance held an unsettling allure. Long, wild locks framed her face, and her eyes, intense and piercing, seemed to hold secrets of both past and future. Tribal markings adorned her skin, marking her as a conduit to the spiritual realm.

Earl Endeavor, a man hardened by battles and strategic decisions, felt a twinge of uncertainty as he approached the seer.

Mirko's dwelling, draped in dark fabrics and adorned with symbols, exuded an aura of mysticism. She welcomed him with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with ancient wisdom. "My lord," she spoke, her voice a haunting melody, "what brings you to seek the guidance of the unseen?"

Endeavor hesitated momentarily before speaking. "I come seeking counsel, Mirko. My youngest son has spoken of a land rich in goods. I contemplate sending my eldest, Dabi, to oversee it. What do you foresee in the tapestry of fate?"

Mirko, seated in the midst of her mystical domain, gestured for Endeavor to sit.

Endeavor unfolded his plan, explaining the potential prosperity and influence this land could bring. "I intend to send Dabi to ensure our dominance over this territory. What do your visions reveal?"

The air thickened with an unspoken power, and her haunting hums echoed through the room. The earl observed, a sense of unease settling over him as he witnessed the seer's transformation.

Her eyes closed, Mirko began to sway rhythmically, her body guided by an unseen force. The haunting melody of her hums intensified, creating an otherworldly atmosphere within the sacred space.

Endeavor found himself being on the precipice of something beyond his understanding.

Her voice carried a spectral melody, and the room seemed to pulse with an unseen heartbeat. Mirko's eyes, still closed, painted visions of impending doom with her words.

"In darkness veiled, the land awaits, Echoes of sorrow, at destiny's gates. A wolf, fierce, prowls in the night, A dance with death, a sinister delight."

The seer's hands moved gracefully through the air, as if conducting an unseen symphony of fate. Her words painted vivid images of a land consumed by shadows and the imminent clash between two primal forces.

"An eagle, majestic and bold, Descends from heights, its destiny foretold. A battle fierce, 'neath the moonlit gleam, In shadows cast, where spirits teem."

The eagle and wolf, symbols of opposing forces, danced in the tapestry of Mirko's vision. The room echoed with the weight of her words, each rhyme a forewarning etched in the annals of fate.

"Blood on feathers, and darkness entwined, A struggle unfolds, destinies aligned. In the land cursed, where choices are made, The echo of battle, in shadows will fade."

"What does it mean?!" The earl growled loudly. "Tell me, now!"

As Mirko's body moved, a voice emerged from her lips, yet it seemed detached, as if another entity spoke through her. The words, laden with an eerie resonance, foretold a grim fate awaiting those who ventured into the land Shoto had spoken of. "The path you tread is bathed in blood, earl Endeavor. Death dances upon the horizon, and shadows darker than the night itself await those who dare to grasp the threads of destiny."

Endeavor felt a chill coursing through him. Mirko's words seemed like a macabre prophecy, a dire warning wrapped in a melody that resonated with the spirits of the unseen.

"Blood will stain the soil, and death will be the echo that reverberates through the ages. The spirits speak of a land cursed by the choices of the living," Mirko continued, her voice carrying the weight of the ethereal.

Endeavor, despite his stoic exterior, couldn't shake the disquiet settling in his chest. Mirko, in her trance, spoke as if guided by forces beyond mortal comprehension. The grim portrait she painted clashed with the earl's visions of conquest and prosperity.

As Mirko's humming reached a haunting crescendo, she opened her eyes, the once vacant gaze now piercing through the fabric of fate. The trance lifted, leaving the seer standing before Endeavor, a conduit between the living and the unseen.

"The spirits have spoken, my lord. The path ahead is shrouded in darkness, and the choices you make will echo through the very essence of time," Mirko uttered, her words lingering in the air like an unspoken decree from the spirits themselves.

Endeavor leaned forward, his expression stern. "Speak plainly, Mirko."

Mirko's voice carried a weight beyond the present. "The flames may consume not only the intended but all who stand too close. Choices shape destinies," the woman replied mysteriously.

Endeavor emerged from Mirko's dimly lit hut, the weight of her prophecy hanging in the air like a shroud of uncertainty. The pale light of the moon bathed the settlement nearby in an eerie glow as the earl took a moment to collect his thoughts.

Silence enveloped him, broken only by the distant sounds of the night. Endeavor closed his eyes, reflecting on the words Mirko had spoken. Despite the foreboding visions, a resolute determination burned within him. He knew the risks, but the allure of wealth and power beckoned him forward.

Turning to Mirko, he offered a nod of gratitude. "Thank you for your insights, Mirko. May the spirits guide us through the shadows." As a token of appreciation, Endeavor gently took Mirko's palm in his hands and pressed a grateful kiss upon it.

The seer's eyes, still veiled in the mystery of her visions, met his with a knowing gaze.

Mounting his horse, Endeavor set forth, determined to confront the future that awaited him. The night held its breath as Endeavor rode back to the settlement, a lone figure against the canvas of the darkened landscape. The journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but the ember of ambition burned brightly within him, lighting the path toward the destiny he sought.

Dabi sat in the dimly lit corner of the tavern, his presence almost like a shadow against the flickering candlelight. The rhythmic sound of a whetstone against his sword filled the air, a comforting repetition that matched the beat of his troubled thoughts.

The raucous atmosphere of the tavern buzzed around him, but the glances thrown his way were not ones of admiration or desire. The courtesans, usually attentive to potential patrons, seemed to cast him disgusted looks. Even though he was the heir to the earldom, the one who would sit on the throne after his father's eventual passing, they all were disgusted by him. His status brought him no favors in this realm of longing and fleeting connections.

Dabi's eyes occasionally flickered across the room, catching those disdainful glares. He couldn't deny the sharp pang in his chest — a mix of frustration and a longing for a connection he had been denied for so long. He had grown accustomed to rejection, so much so that he had stopped actively seeking companionship. Still, the yearning for the warmth and softness of a woman's touch lingered, a desire he had learned to bury deep within.

As he took a swig of ale, the bitter taste seemed to mirror the bitterness that had settled in his heart. Dabi continued to polish his sword, the repetitive motion a way to distract himself from the disapproving looks that haunted him. In the midst of the crowded tavern, he remained a solitary figure, surrounded by people but untouched by the warmth of human connection.

The loud thud echoed through the quiet walls of the Great Hall, jolting you awake from your shallow slumber. Concern etched across your face as you rushed out of the room you shared with Hilda, following the source of the commotion. The dimly lit corridor led you to Dabi's chamber, where you found him struggling to regain his balance, a victim of the ale's intoxicating effects.

"Easy there," you said, your voice soft but laced with genuine concern. "Need a hand?"

Dabi looked up at you, his turquoise eyes momentarily clouded with confusion before recognition set in. He grunted in agreement, accepting your offered help. Together, you steadied him, and he leaned against the wall for support. The flickering light from the fireplace cast a warm glow on both of you, creating an unexpected intimacy in that late-night encounter.

"Thanks," he mumbled, his usual aloofness momentarily giving way to a hint of vulnerability. The moment was fleeting, but it lingered in the air as you helped him back into his chamber.

You assisted Touya onto his bed. The warmth of the hearth seemed to soften the edges of the usually stern and enigmatic man. However, as you turned to leave, his hand shot out, gently grasping your wrist. When you met his eyes, you were met with a vulnerability that seemed to pierce through his usual façade.

"Stay," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of desperation.

You hesitated. The rules that governed your roles in this Viking settlement were clear, and getting too close to someone of higher standing could invite trouble. Yet, the sadness in his eyes and the unspoken plea tugged at your empathy.

"I… I shouldn't," you started, but he tightened his grip ever so slightly.

"Please," he whispered, his tone a mixture of loneliness and longing.

In that moment, you found it difficult to resist. Against your better judgment, you stayed, settling on a bed beside him. The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire.

Touya's eyes never left yours.

The room was shrouded in shadows, and the warmth of the fire seemed to cocoon you and Touya in a fragile bubble of shared vulnerability.

With a hesitant yet genuine smile, Touya broke the silence. "Tell me about your homeland," he requested, his eyes showing a glimmer of curiosity.

His request hung in the air like a delicate thread, and you couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh before responding. "You want to hear about the place you tore me away from? Like a flower ripped out of the life-giving soil?" Your words held a weight, a mix of resentment and sorrow.

Touya met your gaze, his expression carrying the burden of understanding the pain he had caused. "Yes," he admitted, his voice low and sincere.

In the flickering glow of the fire, you began to weave a tale of your homeland. Your words painted a vivid picture of quaint cottages with thatched roofs, their walls weathered by the salty breeze that swept in from the sea. The narrow cobblestone streets echoed with the laughter of children playing and the rhythmic sounds of craftsmen honing their skills. "Near the shore, where the cliffs stood tall and proud, we built a small chapel—a haven of solace and prayer. Its stone walls echoed with hymns, and the air was filled with the scent of incense," you recounted, your voice carrying the nostalgia of a place left behind.

As you spoke, Touya's piercing eyes remained fixed on you, absorbing every detail of this distant world he never truly understood. The contrast between the harsh Viking settlements and the idyllic Christian village seemed stark.

"The coastline, painted in hues of blue and gray, witnessed the ebb and flow of tides. Fishing boats set sail at dawn, their sails billowing in the morning breeze, while the cliffs provided a vantage point for the villagers to gaze upon the vast horizon," you continued.

Touya's features softened as he envisioned the serene landscape you described, a world far removed from the tumultuous life he had known. Touya's eyes closed, a faint smile gracing his lips as he absorbed the essence of your words. "You must have been missing the place ever since," he pointed out, the words carrying a gentle understanding of the yearning that comes with reminiscing about a home left behind.

You nodded quietly, the flames of a fireplace reflecting in your eyes. "Indeed. The memories are like whispers of a distant melody, a reminder of a life that once was. I can almost feel the salt-laden wind against my face, hear the distant hymns in the chapel. Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, I close my eyes and pretend I'm back there, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home."

Touya's smile faded, replaced by a somber expression, as the echoes of your quiet sobbing reached his ears. He opened his eyes, and there he found you, tears streaming down your cheeks, your gaze fixated on the dancing flames in the fireplace.

His heart constricted with an unexpected ache. A flicker of empathy illuminated his usually guarded gaze.

"But it is all gone. All gone. You and your people took everything from me. And now I'm here, locked in a cage of a shadow of something once called life. Apparently, this was God's plan for me," your voice carried a weight of bitterness and sorrow.

His gaze softened as he watched you, the firelight casting shadows on your tear-streaked face. "Gods have their own way of weaving destinies, entangling lives in threads that stretch across time and space. Perhaps, just perhaps, there's a reason our paths crossed in this tumultuous journey."

You gave Touya a searching look, the flickering firelight dancing in your eyes, and asked, "What do you mean? Why would the God bring me here, to this… place of captivity?"

Touya looked at you with a glint of intensity in his eyes. "Our gods are different, you know. Freya, Odin, they're not like your Christian God. They're not confined to a single doctrine. They're free, just like the wind that sweeps through these icy lands. And I believe, with all my heart, that the Allfather sent me to your village for a reason, and that reason was you."

You couldn't help but snort at his words. "You're drunk, Touya. Those gods of yours aren't guiding anything. I'm here because of the whims of men, not gods."

Touya locked eyes with you, his gaze intense and filled with unspoken emotions. Slowly, he wrapped his arm around you, drawing you closer until there was barely any space between you. His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, "You're beautiful."

His breath sent shivers down your spine, and before you could fully comprehend his words, his lips boldly found yours. Shock coursed through you at the unexpected kiss, your first taste of such intimacy. The heavy scent of alcohol lingered on his tongue, but amidst the surprise, you felt a strange warmth. You hesitated at first, unsure of how to respond, but the gravity of the moment pulled you in.

As the kiss continued, you found yourself brushing your lips against his, a hesitant exploration of uncharted territory. The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows on the walls, bearing witness to a connection that transcended the roles you were assigned in this harsh world.

The following day, Endeavor summoned Dabi to his side, his face stern and determined. The air in the room felt heavy with an unspoken gravity as Dabi approached his father. "Touya," Endeavor began, his voice cutting through the silence, "I have a mission for you."

Dabi's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity and apprehension. "What kind of mission?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on Endeavor.

Endeavor's eyes bore into his son's, revealing a mix of authority and expectation. "You, Shoto, and a selected group of warriors, including Hawks, will be sent to the northern part of Sweden. There's a land there with potential, rich in resources. It's time to expand our influence, and you're crucial to this endeavor."

Dabi nodded, acknowledging the weight of the task ahead. The mention of Shoto and Hawks in the same mission stirred a sense of unease, but he kept his emotions in check. "Understood," he replied, his tone resolute.

Endeavor continued to lay out the details of the mission, his plans unfolding as a complex web of politics, power, and strategy.

Little did Dabi know that this journey would lead to unforeseen challenges, testing not only his strength as a warrior but also the bonds that held his family together.

Hilda approached you with a furrowed brow, a concerned expression etched across her features. The flickering light of the torches in the chamber cast shadows that danced upon the walls as she spoke. "Y/N, I need to talk to you," she said in a hushed tone.

You looked up, sensing the seriousness in her voice. "What is it, Hilda?" you asked, your eyes reflecting a blend of curiosity and apprehension.

She took a moment before responding, choosing her words carefully. "I think I just need a listening ear. Touya is going on another mission. But what worries me more is that Shoto, his younger brother, is being sent alongside him."

You furrowed your brows, recognizing the tension between the two brothers. "Isn't that a cause for concern? They don't exactly get along, do they?"

Hilda nodded solemnly. "No, they don't. The earl's decision to send them together is raising suspicions. It's a risky move, and I fear it might not bode well for the stability of the mission."

Concern etched across your face as you contemplated the potential consequences of such a decision. The dynamics between the two brothers were already strained, and sending them on a mission together seemed like a recipe for conflict. Hilda's worry mirrored your own, and the uncertainty of the future weighed heavily on both your minds.

You finished brushing your hair, the strands flowing smoothly through the comb. The flickering candlelight in your chamber created a soft ambiance, but your thoughts were far from the present moment. Hilda's words echoed in your mind, and the worry for Touya settled like a heavy stone in your chest.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to Hilda, who was quietly arranging some furs in a corner of the room. "Hilda," you began hesitantly, "is there really nothing we can do for Touya? I can't shake off this feeling of unease."

Hilda paused, her gaze meeting yours. The lines on her face spoke of years of experience and wisdom. "Y/N, sometimes the currents of fate are beyond our control. All we can do is navigate the waters as best we can. Right now, the best course is to stay vigilant and hope for the best."

You nodded, understanding the weight of her words. The unpredictable nature of the situation left you feeling powerless, and it frustrated you. "But what if something happens to him? What if Shoto…"

Hilda placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "We can't predict the future, dear. All we can do is be prepared for whatever comes our way. Keep an eye on the situation, and if there's an opportunity to help, we'll take it. For now, focus on your tasks and be vigilant."

You sighed, acknowledging the wisdom in her advice.

Hilda observed you with a shrewd gaze, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of concern. As you finished your nightly routine and settled onto the furs, she couldn't help but voice the question that lingered in her mind. "Y/N," the woman began, her voice gentle yet probing, "forgive me if I overstep, but your interactions with Touya have been minimal. Why this sudden concern for him?"

You hesitated for a moment, considering your words carefully. The truth was, your initial reservations about Dabi were not baseless, but something about Touya's vulnerability had stirred a different emotion within you. You looked at Hilda, deciding to share a part of your thoughts. "I may not like him, but I can't shake off the feeling that there's more to Touya than what meets the eye. The way he spoke about his past, about losing everything, it resonated with me. It's not pity, Hilda, but a sense of understanding, maybe empathy. And now, knowing he's going on this dangerous mission alongside Shoto, it's hard to ignore the worry."

Hilda's smirk widened as she spoke, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "Oh, my dear, I can see your cheeks flushing when you speak about him so fondly. You're having a crush, am I right?"

Hilda's smirk didn't go unnoticed, and you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. Her teasing words struck a nerve, and a flicker of irritation danced in your eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about, Hilda. It's just concern for a fellow human being," you retorted, your tone defensive.

Hilda chuckled softly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Concern, my dear, often wears a different face. There's no shame in admitting you care for him. After all, this world is full of unexpected twists, isn't it?"

You pursed your lips, attempting to maintain composure. Deep down, you knew there was a kernel of truth in Hilda's words. The concern for Touya had indeed taken a different form, and your heart acknowledged a connection that transcended mere worry. Yet, admitting it to yourself felt like navigating uncharted waters.

Ignoring Hilda's knowing gaze, you turned away, feigning disinterest. But within, a storm of conflicting emotions raged, and you couldn't deny the impact Touya had made on your guarded heart.

As the night wore on, sleep eluded you. Tossing and turning in your simple bed, a peculiar yet potentially useful idea began to form in your mind. The notion of extracting information from Shoto about his plans took root, and you found yourself contemplating the details of how to execute this risky but potentially advantageous scheme.

The flickering light of the dim chamber barely illuminated your face as you hatched a plan to subtly and strategically approach Shoto. The urgency of the situation and the looming mission compelled you to consider taking matters into your own hands, even if it meant navigating the treacherous waters of deceit. With a determined resolve, you prepared yourself mentally for the intricate dance of conversation that lay ahead.

In your best dress, adorned with the finest that could be salvaged among the thralls, you made your way to the tavern after learning from Natsuo that Shoto was seen going out with a warrior named Hawks. As you stepped out, the cool breeze of the late afternoon caressed your face, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within you.

Arriving at the tavern, you could hear the muffled sounds of laughter and clinking mugs seeping through the wooden door. Taking a deep breath, you pushed it open, revealing the warm, dimly lit interior. The air was thick with the scent of ale and the low hum of conversations. You scanned the room, finally spotting Shoto and Hawks in a corner, engaged in a conversation.

Shoto's two-colored hair caught the wavering light as he raised his tankard in a toast. "To power and the thrill of the hunt," he declared with a smirk, taking a long swig.

Hawks leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes.

The duo seemed engrossed in conversation, their laughter mingling with the low hum of the tavern. Female thralls, drawn by their presence, attempted to engage in conversation, but the exchanges were marked by a darkness that hinted at their underlying intentions. Shoto and Hawks were having fun in the company of two thralls with exotic features that hinted at a southern origin. The air was charged with an unmistakable tension as the men engaged in flirtatious banter.

One of the thralls, feigning coyness, asked, "What brings you to our humble company tonight?"

Shoto, with a sly grin, leaned in to the thrall seated by his side, and said, "Oh, just the usual – seeking a bit of warmth in this frigid place. Perhaps you ladies could provide some, hmmm?" He mused, running his hand up and down the girl's shoulder.

The other thrall, playing along, responded, "Warmth, you say? Well, you might need to work hard to earn that from us."

Shoto frowned a little, yet his voice stayed low and smooth, "You seem to be unaware of my position, woman. I am the heir to earl Endeavor, and I demand that you address me with the respect befitting my status," he forcefully grabbed the other woman by her shoulder, causing her to tumble off her chair and land on the floor next to him. "So, I suggest you watch your manners, for I am the best you can find in this establishment. Consider your words carefully before opening that foolish mouth of yours next time."

Hawks nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the gentleman here is right. Shoto, don't scare the lady."

The conversations continued in this bold and wry manner, each word dripping with innuendo as the men skillfully navigated the delicate dance of desire. The atmosphere in the tavern buzzed with anticipation as the thralls played their part in the seductive exchange, the one that previously ended on the floor now sat quietly, letting Hawks wrap his strong arms around her shoulders as his hand was playing with her breasts from time to time.

Summoning your courage, you approached them, the rhythmic thud of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. As you drew nearer, you caught Shoto's eye, and a subtle smirk crept onto his face. Hawks, on the other hand, eyed you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. The atmosphere shifted as you prepared to enter a world of alliances and secrets, uncertain of what the outcome might be.

"Well, well, what brings you to this den of sin all alone? Where's your precious Touya? Couldn't keep up with his demands?" the youngest Endeavorson taunted, his tone laced with amusement.

You brushed off his wry remark. "I think it's time for us to bury the hatchet. Our relationship didn't start on the best note, and I believe we can find a way to coexist peacefully."

He looked at you, seemingly surprised by your suggestion. Shoto considered your words, and after a moment, he offered you a seat with them.

Throughout the interaction, Hawks observed the scene. You gave him a brief smile, trying to maintain a cool demeanor in the company of the two men.

Shoto turned to you with an air of faux politeness, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I believe we can have a civilized conversation, don't you?" His eyes darted towards the thrall who had been seated beside him, and with a dismissive gesture, he uttered, "You, leave us."

The thrall shot you a cold glance before complying with Shoto's request and vacating the space.

Now alone, Shoto leaned back in his chair, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "There, much better. Now, let's chat, shall we?"

You took a deep breath before speaking, "I must admit, despite the fear you instill within me, there's a certain charisma about you. It's hard not to notice."

Shoto's grin widened, appreciating the acknowledgment. "Well, I appreciate your honesty. And by the way, I quite like your accent. It adds a certain charm." His compliment was laced with a hint of mischief as he reached his hand out to briefly rub your shoulder.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Shoto's hand landed on your shoulder. Suppressing a wince, you decided to play along with his casual demeanor. When he asked about the real reason for your visit, you hesitated for a moment before responding, "Well, I just wanted to get to know you a little better, my lord."

Shoto raised an eyebrow, considering your words. "Interesting choice of words. Here, have some mead." He poured some into a wooden mug and handed it to you, a sly smile playing on his lips.

You accepted, trying to keep your nerves at bay.

Hawks, with a twinkle in his golden eyes, couldn't help but comment, "Quite a beauty you have here, Shoto. Earl Endeavor's thralls are indeed a treasure."

Shoto, taking a sip of his mead, glanced at you and replied wryly, "All Christian women have this softness within them. I just happen to enjoy breaking it." His words were delivered with a certain darkness that sent a chill down your spine.

Trying to maintain composure, you played along, responding with a forced smile, as you looked at Shoto's companion, "Well, thank you for the compliment, sir."

As Shoto continued to drink, you couldn't shake off the unease that settled in the pit of your stomach.

As more mugs of mead were emptied by the men and the atmosphere in the tavern grew warmer, you mustered the courage to bring up the topic that had been gnawing at your thoughts. Leaning in, you addressed Shoto, "Forgive me for intruding, but I overheard that you and Touya are going on a mission. Is it true?"

Shoto's eyes, a mix of icy determination and something unreadable, met yours. He took a moment, swirling the remnants of his mead in his mug before responding, "Yes, a mission to the north. Father believes it's a land rich in resources, and he wants us to secure it for the settlement."

Hawks, who had been listening attentively, chimed in, "Aye, a mission of great importance. The north can be treacherous, though. Many dangers await those who venture into the unknown."

You nodded, though a lingering concern for Touya flickered in your eyes. "What kind of dangers are you talking about? Is it just the harsh conditions of the north, or is there something else we should be aware of?"

Shoto's stoic expression betrayed little, leaving you to wonder about the true nature of the mission and what it might mean for both brothers.

Hawks took a sip from his mead, his golden eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and wariness. "The north is a wild place, full of untamed landscapes and creatures. Wolves, bears, and more roam freely. Not to mention, the weather can be brutal, especially this time of year."

Shoto's gaze never wavered as he observed your reaction to Hawks' nonchalant explanation.

You sensed there might be more to the story, but both men remained guarded in their responses.

Shoto's sudden shift in demeanor caught you off guard, his hand landing on your knee with an unexpected boldness. He began to rub your knee casually, his gaze steady as he threw a question your way. "Let's change the topic, my dear. The ruggedness of our upcoming mission might be a bit too much for a delicate female mind like yours to comprehend," he remarked, his fingers tracing small circles on your knee, playing with the hems of your dress. Then, with a smirk, he leaned in, his tone low and almost conspiratorial. "Tell me, has my older brother had his way with you yet?"

You felt a mix of discomfort and annoyance at his audacity, but you tried to maintain composure. "That's none of your business, Shoto," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "And the mission—"

"Oh, don't play coy," he interrupted, his lips curling into a smirk. "I'm genuinely curious. After all, I'd hate for you to miss out on experiencing the full range of pleasures in our little settlement."

The situation had taken an unexpected turn, and you found yourself navigating the conversation with a mix of caution and defiance, unsure of where Shoto was leading with his intrusive inquiries.

You met Shoto's audacious question with a bold response. "No, my lord, I haven't been with anyone, ever," you asserted, trying to maintain a sense of control in the conversation.

Hawks chimed in with a cryptic comment, "Well, isn't that a rare treasure in these parts. A thrall with untouched cunny, how intriguing."

You shot a wary glance at Hawks, uncertain about the implications of his words.

Shoto, however, seemed more amused than surprised, his smirk widening as if he had expected such a revelation. "You're missing out on experiences, thrall. I could show you what it's like. I doubt my older brother knows how to please a woman. Look at him, covered in scars, a truly disgusting sight. No normal woman would willingly lie with such a damaged man."

You felt Shoto's hand sliding beneath the fabric of your dress, making your breath catch in your throat. His audacious suggestion hung in the air, and the atmosphere became charged with tension.

You pulled away, a mix of surprise and discomfort evident on your face. "Maybe… Nut I didn't have enough mead yet, my lord," you asserted, trying to maintain a semblance of control over the situation.

Shoto, undeterred, leaned in with a sly grin. "Afraid of a little adventure? I promise you, it'll be an experience you won't forget," he whispered, his mismatched eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity.

As Shoto poured another mug of mead for you, you discreetly took small sips, ensuring that the majority of the liquid found its way into Hawks' cup while the two men were engrossed in conversation. The effects of the mead were beginning to show on Shoto, but you remained clear-headed.

The conversation in the tavern continued, filled with laughter and raucous chatter. You observed Shoto's growing inebriation and wondered if this was the opportune moment to extract information about the mission.

As Shoto, in a visibly inebriated state, decided to make his way back to the Great Hall, Hawks was more than willing to accompany him. However, seizing the opportunity to gather more information, you stepped forward and offered to walk Shoto back on his behalf. Hawks, busy with the two other thralls he managed to lure, readily agreed.

With Shoto leaning on you for support, you began the journey back to the Great Hall. The night air was crisp, and the sound of distant revelry echoed through the settlement. As you walked, you subtly steered the conversation toward the mission, aiming to extract any valuable details Shoto might unwittingly reveal in his inebriated state. As Shoto stumbled beside you, you ventured to ask, "Shoto, why do you harbor such resentment toward Touya? It seems like there's a lot of tension between you two."

Shoto's response was punctuated by occasional hiccups, and he spoke with a slurred cadence, "Touya… he's always been the favorite. Father sees him as the rightful heir, even after he attempted on killing him… When he was a baby… I'm just… the spare. I've had to fight for every scrap of approval, every shred of acknowledgment. It's fucking infuriating."

His words were tinged with a mix of bitterness and vulnerability, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was more beneath the surface of their strained relationship.

Shoto's alcohol-laden breath hung in the night air as he delved deeper into the caverns of his animosity. His words spilled out, laced with venom and a fervent desire for retribution. "You see, Y/N… Touya has always been the golden child… Father dotes on him, oblivious to the struggles I faced. I fought tooth and nail, but in his eyes, I'm still the disappointment." His voice resonated with a toxic blend of envy and resentment. "I wish he'd disappear, fade away… It would be so much easier without him overshadowing me at every turn… Fucking Touya. Father might finally see my worth."

As he spoke, you couldn't help but sense the profound wounds that fueled Shoto's disdain for his older brother, wondering if there was any way to mend the frayed bonds between them.

With a heavy sigh, you opened the huge, wooden door to the Great Hall. In the dimly lit hallway, you guided Shoto with careful steps, avoiding any unnecessary noise. As you reached his chamber, the weight of your question hung in the air, and you couldn't help but ask, "My lord… Do you plan to harm your older brother during this mission?"

He paused, his drunken demeanor momentarily overshadowed by a serious glint in his eyes. "Hurt him? No. But if fate has other plans for him, who am I to intervene?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if Shoto's words held any truth or if they were merely intoxicated ramblings. As you opened the door and let go of his waist, you couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that there was more beneath the surface of his seemingly casual response. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across his face, adding an enigmatic air to the entire exchange.

The sudden force of Shoto's grip on your waist surprised you, and before you could react, his lips collided with yours in a messy, drunken kiss. The taste of mead lingered on his breath, making the encounter less pleasant than you might have imagined. You winced, feeling a mix of discomfort and confusion as the moment unfolded.

Shoto's hand slipped beneath your dress and moved up your leg, resting between your thighs. As he pulled away, his eyes were glazed, and he chuckled under his breath, resting his back against the wooden wall. "You're an interesting one, Y/N," he slurred, releasing his hold on you and stumbling into his chamber. "I'll make sure you're mine, not his." The door closed behind him, leaving you standing in the hallway, processing the unexpected exchange with your palm pressed against your mouth.

As you turned around, your heart sank, its rhythm momentarily disrupted - there, in the corridor, stood Touya. His expression held a mixture of surprise and shock as he observed you, and an unspoken tension hung in the air.

Touya's harsh words hung in the air, stinging like a bitter truth. "I can't believe you're like that, Y/N, letting my brother touch you this way. I thought you were different, not like every other thrall, but I guess I was wrong."

A lump formed in your throat as you desperately wanted to explain, to make him understand, but before you could utter a single word, Touya turned on his heel and left, the resounding crash of the door slamming shut echoing through the dimly lit corridor.

Now, you found yourself standing alone, the weight of his accusations settling in. The corridor seemed colder, lonelier in the aftermath of his anger. You replayed the scene in your mind, the hurt etched on Touya's face, the disappointment in his voice. It was a bitter cocktail of emotions that left you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The truth was, you never intended to betray or hurt Touya. You considered chasing after him, explaining that it wasn't as it seemed, that your intentions were never to betray him. But the finality of that slamming door weighed heavily on your shoulders.

A lone tear traced the contours of your cheek, a delicate testament to the waning emotions within. It was as if you had relinquished something profoundly vital, a precious fragment of your life slipping away, leaving behind a poignant void.

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Twisted Endeavor AU WIP:

Enji trying use of age regression to heal both Shouto's past trauma but also make him weak and under his control though this time in a softer way. He wants to take him away from hero work for good and keep him at home as his little baby, caring for him in a way he missed out on the first time around.

They were given a mandatory semester off to take in the aftereffects of the war. During this time his father had been very accommodating, a little too accommodating if you asked Shouto. Anytime he wanted or needed anything his father was right there one step ahead. Whether it be feeding Shouto, helping him walk to the bathroom, carefully bathing him when he was too weak to do it himself, helping him with his physical therapy or simply fluffing his pillows. He had allowed it, thinking maybe he was overcompensating for the past, Shouto did say he would give him a chance so he sat back and allowed himself to be pampered. Big mistake.

“Stop this! Stop pretending that I’m a child! Stop trying to coddle me!“

“You can’t take away the life I've built just because you want a do over. No, I refuse to accept this. I don’t care if I have to fight you, I'm leaving!” 

His dad doesn't punish him, at least not with large pummeling fists or harsh screaming. No he just gives him a little white pill and covers his mouth until he swallows, he does, he doesn't fight it anymore. He used to but the man would just crush the medication into fine powder slipping it in his food and drinks throughout the day anyway. The pill weakens his muscles and fuzzies his mind, the man rocks him back and forth pacing the room whispering sweet words of affection until he deems him calm again. He is not calm but he's too tired to fight. At least Daddy’s not angry with us, his fuzzy mind supplies.

Soon his mind was starting to turn fuzzy on its own, no medication required. It scared Shouto. Sometimes he could feel himself slipping away. He would catch himself being sucked into the childish cartoons on the television or found himself smiling while playing with the soft foam blocks his father bought for him. He hates it but sometimes when his father leaves, whether to use the bathroom or make dinner, he finds himself tearing up wishing for daddy to come back, missing the man despite him being just down the hall.

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