#enji todoroki fanfic

[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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[bakuswift]

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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 :'(

[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

[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!

#endeavor mha #enji todoroki #endeavor x reader #endeavor x y/n #enji x you #enji todoroki x reader #enji x reader #enji todoroki imagine #minors dni #endeavor x female reader #endeavor bnha #endeavor smut #endeavor fanfic #enji todoroki smut #enji thirst #todoroki enji x reader #mha enji #bnha enji #Endeavor as a pirate captain because why not? #Kind of yandere but more like enemies to lovers?

[mysoncookie]

BNHA Dabi Must Reads

Time Travel - Where I Adopt a Bunch of Brats by ILoveMyths2003

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Time Travel Fix-It, Dabi Centric, Dabi is not a villain, Dabi Redemption, Found Family, Fluff, Angst & Hurt/Comfort, Extremely Slow Romance | Wordcount: 140,894

╰┈➤ Has an On Going Series Called "The World Of Tomorrow"

In Which Dabi Realizes He's too Pretty for Villainy by azurefaeblue

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Not Canon Compliant, Pretty Dabi, Scarless Dabi, White Haired Dabi, Hawks is a Simp, Crack | Wordcount: 3,435

╰┈➤ Has an On Going Series Called "In Which Dabi Achieves His Dream of Becoming a Trophy Wife"

area cryptid upset no one bothered to inform him of his tragic backstory by crimsonseekers

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, Complete, Amnesiac Dabi, Crack Treated Seriously, Identity Reveal, Hero Public Commission Bashing | Wordcount: 47,710

In Which Dabi’s Tits Save the League and Dismantle Hero Society by azurefaeblue

╰┈➤ Available on Ao3, On Going, Social Media, Crack, POV Outsider, League of Villains as Family, Not Canon Compliant, Crack Treated Seriously | Wordcount: 23,688

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these are my fav fics from BNHA! you can tell who my fav character is based on all of these fics ksksksksk

I know its a short list but these are fics that I genuinely enjoy & reread all the time. I'll prolly update this list cuz I aint satisfied with this being so short but idk we'll see

#fic rec #fic recommendation #fic recs #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha dabi #dabi #dabihawks #touya todoroki #todoroki touya #dabi is touya #league of villains #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #time travel #touya x keigo #dabi x hawks #todofam #natsuo todoroki #rei todoroki #enji todoroki #fuyumi todoroki #dabi fanfic #dabi fic #fanfic #mha eraserhead #bnha fanfiction

[muziki-hyena]

Give me some fanfic ideas! I'm having MHA brainrot rn. I'll do fanfics about:

Tomura Shigaraki

Dabi

Endeavour

Aizawa

All Might (and Small Might)

Deku, Bakugo and Shoto (no NSFW)

I won't do any adult x student fics

#tomura shigaraki #dabi #endeavour #tenko shimura #shouta aizawa #all might #small might #touya todoroki #enji todoroki #deku #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki x izuku #bakugo #fanfic request #mha #my hero academia #shigadabi #aizawa x reader #boku no hero academia #endeavour x reader #enji todoroki x reader

[pinkykats-place]

(Todoroki Enji) Endeavor x Reader

Tumblr Fic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

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! 

Scar

Pairing: Todoroki Enji x Male Reader

Summary: gently stroking enji's scar after it heals and mumbling about how beautiful he looks,

Sugar Daddy!Enji x Sugar Baby!Male Reader

HEAT

Enji Todoroki x afab!Reader

Summary: Reader on period and daddy enji helps

Soft

Enji Todoroki x Chubby F!Reader

SMUT

TW: breeding kink, chubby reader, Enji carries reader, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy

Fire & Desire

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

Military au

General!Enji x Wife!Reader

Sex Pollen

Endeavor x gn!Reader

doting wife

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. 

Kinktober Day 04: Daddy (Daddy’s Little Girl)

Stepdad Enji x Stepdaughter Reader

Big Baby

Todoroki Enji x Male Reader

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.

Do you still love me?

ather enji todoroki x son m!reader

♡ cw: incest, dubcon, angst, virginity loss, praise, daddy kink,  size kink, infantilization, implied age play, mentions of abuse

Moth to a Flame

Enji Todoroki x fem!Reader

Summary: boss/employee relationship

#reader insert recommendation #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #fanfic recommendation #tumblr fic recs #male reader inserets #female reader inserts #enji x fem reader #endeavor x male reader #enji todoroki x female reader #bnha x reader #boss/employee relationship #fic recs #reader insert smut #enji x reader #male reader inserts

[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.”

#x reader #fanfic #bnha x reader #bnha #all might #all might x reader #hawks #hawks x reader #mha hawks #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #aizawa x reader #present mic #hizashi yamada #endeavor #enji todoroki #enji x reader #mirko #mha mirko #bnha mirko #fatgum #fatgum x reader #my hero academia #mha x reader #mha

[tunafishprincess]

Comic Commission by @thefruitloop-chan for my fanfic “A Father's Paradox (Time Travel is a Scam)”. One of my favorite scenes to write. Glad to see it in comic form! Thank you so much I love it! Check out the complete fanfic here!

#bnha comic #mha #bnha #dabi #mha fanfic #hisashi midoriya #dabi is midoriya hisashi au #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #endeavour #enji todoroki #dfo #dabi for otosan #bnha fanfic #mha spoilers

[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 💋

#anime #breezy writes 📜 #mha #mha fanfic #bnha #bnha endeavor #bnha x fem!reader #mha x reader #enji todoroki x reader #enji todoroki smut #enji todoroki #mha x y/n #endeavor smut #endeavour x reader #rei todoroki #my hero acadamia #unholy sam smith #songfic #gif not mine

[itgetzweird08]

Okay But Imagine If Endeavor had a secret love child

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I get you anything, sugar?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Six months.

It all lasted six months.

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

The baby growing within her.

This time? He didn’t look back.

#todoroki fanfic #todoroki family #enji todoroki #rei todoroki #mha #mha headcanons #mha fic #x black fem reader #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia fic #secret love #affair #enji Todoroki ain’t loyal to no one don’t be surprised #just a thought but lmk if you want more #I have so many ideas fr #endevour #endevor #Todoroki sister #mha todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki family x reader

[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.

#endeavor x reader #endeavor x y/n #enji x reader #enji todoroki x reader #enji x you #minors dni #endeavor smut #gratuitous endeavor smut #please read the tags of the fic carefully before reading the fic itself #endeavor fanfic #endeavor mha #endeavor x female reader #endeavor x gender neutral reader #enji todoroki imagine #enji todoroki #todoroki enji x reader #mha enji #Dom Endeavor #daddy enji #god I've missed writing smut

[fairystar111]

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.

#ao3 writer #ao3 author #ao3 fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha #parental yandere #platonic yandere #yandere #shouto todoroki #endeavor #enji todoroki #fanfiction #fanfic writing #mha #yandere enji todoroki