#enji x daughter

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Daddy enji x daughter!reader

Warnings: incest (daddy enji  x daughter!reader), pure filth, fingering, mentions of loss of virginity, cunninglingus, blow jobs, afab reader, dom daddy enji, rough but also fluff, breeding kink!!!! (but pls wrap it up folx), jealousy, kinda non-con, angry!enji, daddy is probably a little overused lol, also enji is self loathing and hates himself hehe,, lots of anger lol,, let me know if i need to add more! 

 also: reader is of age!! as always, MDNI 18+ only 

Endeavor was not a good father. He never had been. He didn’t deserve a loving daughter, he didn’t deserve you. You had always stuck to him even when he hurt you, even when he treated you like he did his other children. You forced him to realize you were never leaving, that you loved him and didn’t want to lose him. Enji Todoroki realized the relationship he had with his daughter was not normal, he knew everything he did was wrong. But you were so gentle, so caring, you really did love your daddy, he couldn’t say no to you.

Maybe it was the side of you that grew up needing to please your father, dying for him to take notice of your accomplishments, working extra hard to be the good girl he wanted you to be, maybe that's why you found yourself sucking your father off. Maybe it was the longing for the praise that he never gave you that left you fucked out on your fathers cock. It was years of lacking physical affection that led you to crying and begging your daddy to do something, make you feel something, and he did. Enji couldn’t explain how he ended up with you on his thigh that night, sobbing into his chest as you made yourself cum in his lap. 

He realized how horrible a father he must’ve been, his own daughter so desperate for attention she begged for her daddys cock? He didn’t have the right to tell you no. He neglected you, pushed you past your breaking point so far that you did anything just to see him happy. So Enji did his best to show you the love you never got to feel, it wasn’t what you needed then but certainly what you begged for now. He wrecked any possible chance of going back when he took your virginity, you were a complete mess under him, crying in pain but begging for more. You let your father take away something so intimate and special, he made you feel loved for the first time in your life and after that you couldn’t let go.  He hated himself for what he had turned you into, but he couldn’t help but adore how much you needed him, wanted and begged for him. Enji loathed himself but that wasn’t enough for him to stop stuffing his little girl's cunt. 

Recently he had been neglecting the softness that you longed for, only giving you enough attention to fuck you then go to sleep. He had been so busy he didn’t realize he had actually pushed you away, hurt your feelings enough you started seeking his attention in another way. You started doing things you knew he didn’t approve of, like dressing slutty in public, making scenes and knowing people would film you. You were the number one hero's daughter after all, all eyes were always on you. But even that wasn’t enough to get his attention back on you. He was just too busy. It took resorting to something you felt was possibly unforgivable to finally get your father to focus on you again. 

He caught you sucking off another man in his house. 

How dare you disrespect me? 

How dare you bring some worthless piece of scum into our home?

Those words made you see red. You screamed and cried and cussed at your father, the man you had brought in left amid the chaos, not wanting to be scorched by the pro-hero. All the hurt that you had been feeling the past few weeks hit you and you were ready to make him feel like shit for what he’s done. But as you want to start screaming, your voice cracked and you let out a silent sob.  You let yourself fall back to your bed, body shaking as you just stared at your lap.

What have you done wrong? Why was he suddenly so distant? Your whole body ached for the loving father you were finally getting to experience but he had become cold and distant again. Everything was starting to feel like before, empty and void of the love you had always craved. When you finally met your fathers gaze it was still blazing (literally) with fury as his icy eyes stared down at you. Part of him was concerned, but the other part was just pissed. Why did you feel like you needed to bring some lowlife scum in when you had him? Had he not been taking care of you like you begged him to do? He couldn’t understand what brought this on but he had his own solution to the problem. 

“You want to be treated like a whore so bad? Can’t even wait for me to fuck you?” His voice boomed, his hand going into your hair to force your eyes back to him. Hot tears fell down your cheeks, not even able to form words as your father glared down at you. Every part of you wanted to scream ‘NO’ and wanted to tell him how you felt, but the look in his eyes made you feel helpless. “I’ve spent my whole day working, stopping people from getting hurt and taking down villains just to come home to my daughter being a little slut.” Am I not enough? That's what he wanted to say, he felt hurt, angry that you’d get with someone else.

Enji yanked your hair again, “Take care of me then, slut.” You didn’t want to. You just kept crying as your hands moved to free your father from his clothes. “Get me hard, and then maybe you can beg for my forgiveness.” Another sob shook your body as he held his cock out, pushing your head toward his length. “Suck.”

He had never been this harsh, never forced you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. He was mean, shoving his cock down your throat, which even soft was bigger than the man you had just been with. You choked, gagging and sobbing around his cock as tears continued to flow down your face. This wasn’t your daddy, this was the monster you knew people feared when they heard the name Endeavor. He fucked your throat raw as you continued to cry, to angry to even notice you were actually in pain. He was so upset with you he barely registered you clawing at his thighs to get him away, it wasn’t until he had came down your throat that he realized just how upset you were. 

  When Enji tried to check on you he was met with a shove, it was a pitiful attempt on your part, he barely even felt it. You didn’t want him near you, not after that. He was so quick to hurt you, so fast to make assumptions and not even talk to you about why you did what you did. Every attempt was met with silence, you just curled in on yourself even as your father picked you up, whispering soft things to you. You stayed quiet as he carried you to his bathroom, didn’t even look up as he undressed you and placed you in the tub. He took his time washing you, being as gentle as he possibly could be. He washed your hair, gently tugging the knots out as he tried to think of what to say to you. 

“Why do you hurt me?” 

Your voice was quiet, breaking a little from how much it hurt. He hurt you growing up, he hurt you by sleeping with you, making you feel loved and then taking that away too, and now this? It just seemed like he was only capable of hurting you. He soothed a hand over your hair, sighing softly as he took in your form. “You brought someone into our home.. I had to punish you.” Your eyes snapped up to him, hurt, angry, sad. You wanted to hate him, you wanted to fight. 

“That’s not what I mean..” you gulp, finding your voice as you glare at your father. He was knelt at the side of the tub, just staring at you like he didn’t even know what you could mean.  

“Daddy.. You’re mean. You ignored me my whole life..” It took you a minute to gather your words, to place your thoughts in order. “I always stayed by your side.. I did everything to make you happy and you never noticed me..” 

“And then you finally did.. and..I've never been so happy but you’re taking that away. I’ve done everything I could to get you to notice me and.. all I’m worth to you is just a quick fuck and you’re gone.”

“You’ve never loved me, not the way I have begged for my whole life.” There it was, the breaking point. You felt hopeless, you needed your daddy but it was clear he didn’t need you. 

There was a long silence before either of you spoke again, Enji was hating himself for being such a terrible father. You had provided yourself to him in ways you never should have, he had hurt you more than he had any of his other children. Ruined you in ways the others would never understand, you were fully connected to him and he had betrayed that. It was not until now that Enji realized how much you truly needed him, that you probably always would. You were broken and it was all his fault. He was going to have to prove himself to you.

“My sweet girl..” Even his voice was cracking, mostly because he hated himself, hated what he did, hated what he’s done to you. “I am so sorry.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before lifting you from the tub, wrapping a towel around you and just sitting on the floor with you in his lap. “I’ve been neglecting you huh?” a little nod from you, bottom lip shaking as he held you close. 

“I’m so sorry, pretty.. I get so involved with work..” he trailed off, he didn't really have an excuse for his actions. “Baby doll, the truth is.. I don’t know how to love properly.. When I get scared I put myself into my work and neglect things.. I neglect the people who matter.” Enji tugged you closer, letting out a sigh of relief when you rested against his chest, small hands reaching for his large ones. You knew forgiving him so easily was stupid, but you had always forgiven him, always looked at him differently than your siblings did. You just wanted your daddy back, even if he did hurt you.

“What can I do to make it up to you? I promise I’ll be better for you.” Enji was never soft, but looking down at you, his precious daughter, all he wanted to do was be better. How could he have ever neglected you? He rubs his thumb over your cheek, taking you in as he pushes your hair from your face. “Tell me what you need.” 

“I need.. I just need you..” your hands gripped the towel, not making eye contact with him. His hand tilted your face up, icy eyes meeting each other as he peered down at you. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” He didn’t want to rush into anything, not after what he had just done to you. But you just leaned up, pressing your body into his as you pressed a soft kiss to your daddys lips. It felt like the two of you spent hours just sitting there on the floor, kissing and holding each other. This is what you had missed, this is what you craved. You kissed down his jaw, little nips as you pressed yourself into him.

 “Daddy..” your little whine was all enji needed to carry you into his bedroom. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, make you feel protected, safe in his arms like you always should have been. Your body was laid back against the bed, Enji slotting himself between your thighs. He pressed little kisses to your thighs, mumbling about how pretty his little girl was. Before going too far, enji peered up at you, which elicited a whine from your lips immediately. 

“You sure this is what you wanna do?” You tugged on your fathers hair, almost teary eyed as you watch him. “Yes.. please. Daddy I need you.. Please.” 

For once in his life Enji was just going to relax and give you exactly what you needed. He was going to make this about you, he wasn’t going to let guilt or shame get in the way. His daughter needed him, and maybe this wasn’t what good parents did for their children, but enji was going to take care of you. His lips finally kissed over your cunt, licking between your folds before he pushed his tongue in you. He rubbed gently at your clit, getting a steady rhythm going as he devoured you. Your hands dug into his hair, loud moans leaving your lips as you pushed your cunny up to meet him.

Pleas of ‘daddy more’ flew from your lips as your daddy held you tight against his face. It wasn’t long before he replaced his tongue with a finger, spreading you open so you’d be ready for his cock. “Such a good girl.. gonna fuck my pretty girl so good.” another finger added and you were squeezing around him, moaning and crying out for him. You weren't sure if the tears were from the pleasure or the joy of finally having his focus on you again. It didn’t matter though because you were feeling that blissful feeling hit your stomach as his pace picked up. 

“Daddy.. Ah gonna cum… daddy!” enji fingers didn’t stop, his thumb on your clit began moving faster, the digits that were in you pumping in you working you through your first orgasm. You clenched around his fingers, hips arching as little whines left your mouth, he still didn’t stop. His thumb on your clit continued as he pulled his fingers out, chuckling as your pussy clenched around nothing. “Don’t worry baby.. Daddy’s just gonna clean you up..” it took one arm wrapped around your body to hold you still as your daddy pushed his tongue back in you. He needed to taste his sweet girl, loved seeing the way your head lolled to the side as he cleaned you up. 

This went on for a while, him just fingering you, making you cum, cleaning you up. He had made you cum on his mouth so many times you were beginning to lose count. When he felt you had finally been taken care of enough, he moved up to finally take a good look at you. A hazy drunken smile was on your face which was puffy and stained with tears, completely fucked out. You still wanted more though, you needed your daddys cock buried in your cunny, needed him to show you that you belonged to each other. 

His hand cupped your face, a soft smile painted his features as he took you in. You were perfect, his precious girl. He knew he would never love someone as much as he loved his daughter. For a man who literally had hellfire in his veins, you were the one who warmed his heart, made him think there was a chance he could be a better man.

“Daddy..” you brought him back to earth, touching his hand that was on your face. You still had a loopy smile, but you felt it too. You felt the warmth spreading to your heart, love for your father warming your veins. “I love you..” It was soft, it was new. He had never said that before, not to his wife, not even to any of his other children. Your grin widened, and even though you were shaky and light headed, you threw your arms around him, tugging his full body weight against you as you kissed him. 

“I love you too..” you cupped his face, smiling as you watched his eyes soften as he looked at you. This was all so new. Of course you had always loved your daddy but this.. This was something different. You both knew it was something you couldn’t come back from. There was a silence in the room, both of you just taking the other in, sharing kisses and soft touches as you lay there together. Then you did something unexpected, said something you knew daughters weren’t supposed to ask of their fathers.

“Daddy.. I want you to fuck me.” you had switched positions while laying down, so you took the opportunity to straddle his waist. “B-but I don’t want you to pull out.. I don't want you to wear protection.. I don’t want you to stop.” It was a request that made both of you hold your breath, though it didn’t stop you from rubbing your pussy against his cock. 

“I-I don’t know if we should…” oh but he wanted to, Enji thought about breeding his little girl so many times. He had came in his hand to the idea of his cum leaking out of your cunt so many times. And maybe.. Maybe the thought of seeing you, his perfect replica pregnant.. swollen tits.. 

“Daddy.. Pleaseee.” you wanted this so bad. Of course you knew being pregnant by your own father would never be okay, knew that nobody would accept it. But the thought of a second chance, watching your daddy be a good, loving father.. It made you dizzy and happy. 

“Please.. Just wanna have daddys cum in me..” How was he supposed to deny you? How could he say no when you were begging for your daddys cum? His hands gripped your waist, he was about to lose any ounce of sanity he had. He had always been safe, always used protection. He couldn’t risk getting his daughter, his own flesh and blood pregnant, but as you bucked your hips along the shaft of his cock.. any brink of sanity he had left vanished. 

Enji lifted you onto his cock, granting your wish as he sheathed himself inside of you. “Ah. fuck.” you fell against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck just to be close. He was sitting up now, holding you in his lap as he bottomed out in your cunt. Your walls fluttered, pussy clenching down from the stretch of your daddys cock. “Please daddy.. Please.” 

Letting out a throaty groan, Enji began bouncing you up and down on his cock, making sure he did all the work so you could just enjoy it. It was almost embarrassing the noises that came from you as you bounced on your daddys cock. All you could do was dig your nails into his back, just sputtering out nonsense as he fucked you dumb. You were so full, taking in all of him every time you were brought back down. He kept a steady pace, wanting you to feel him stretch you out, needing to take his time with you just so he could savor the feeling of your pussy clenching on him. He never knew how much better you would feel without a condom, there was no way he could ever go back to fucking you with one. 

“Gonna fill you up baby.. Watch your belly swell with our baby..” Enji didn’t even know what he was saying, just knew he was about to lose himself in his daughter's pussy. He just kept bringing you down on him, hips thrusting up to push him further every time. Your walls fluttered around him, trying to meet his thrusts but you just couldn't keep up as he started to lose himself. 

“yes , yes yes.. Daddy fill me up!” Neither one of you was even fully aware of what you were agreeing to, but both knowing it was all you craved. Everytime your hips met each other it became sloppier, filled with more need as you both got lost in the pleasure. Enji knew he wasn’t going to last much longer so his thumb found your puffy, overused clit and he began to rub circles. “Cum on daddy's cock baby.. Wanna feel you clenching ‘round me when I fill you up..”

You could barely handle it, you had already come so many times and this one felt like it was going to push you over the edge. Tears brimmed your eyes as your nails dug into his shoulders, head falling back as it hit you. Your orgasm ripped through you and before you could even try to pull away from his thumb on your clit both of Enji’s hands were pulling you down on him. He grunted, head falling against your shoulder as hot ropes of his cum filled you up, every muscle in his body clenching as he held you against him. He was so warm, your body felt like it was on fire as you both finally stilled, blissed out and so so full of each other. 

You both finally came back to the earth, chests heaving as you brought his face back to look at yours. He gave you a lazy smile, pushing your sweaty hair from your face as he leaned back against the bed. Neither one of you was ready to be apart yet. You let out a shaky breath at the new position, just keeping yourself firmly pressed against your daddys cock. You didn’t want to lose him, you needed him to stay with you forever. 

“I love you daddy…” 

Enji smiled, cupped your jaw firmly so he could look at you properly, he really just wanted to admire you. You looked so pretty, felt so nice just laying on his chest, pussy still fluttering around his length. He didn’t think he could ever get tired of this feeling. As much as he hated to admit it, he ran from you because you made him feel human again. He ran because he really was in love with you. But enji was tired of running, he just wanted to stay right here with his daughter forever. So with a soft kiss to your lips, he said once again the words he had always run away from, the words that always scared him. 

“I love you too.”

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A Wishful Time - Pt 3

Omega Reader x Alpha Eijiro x Omega Katsuki

Context: In the peaceful village of Yuuie, you and your best friend, Katsuki, hope to catch the eye of the Alpha of your dreams. Kirishima Eijiro.

Note: This story is OMEGAVERSE. This story takes place in a historical non modern setting so please take note of that when it comes to the jobs in society that the characters take and how they act. Bakugou Katsuki is an OMEGA. Reader and him are AFAB but there is no smut this chapter so its unimportant right now

[Masterlist]

The kitchen was cleaned and finally no trace of tonight’s dinner was left in the great hall’s kitchen. It would normally be a rather calm atmosphere, with Omegas bustling around happily to keep the space clean again for tomorrow, however the sound of arguing Alphas outside the door was an evident one. It was loud, filled with growling and unnecessary increased levels of testosterone and dominant pheromones. You let out a sigh as you dusted your hands.

Katsuki wasn’t here, he wasn’t on duty tonight, conveniently. Most of the Omegas moved quietly, taking their aprons as they quietly left out of the door to the rather pungent smell of dominating Alpha scents in the air.

A loud bang went through the air as Kirishima Takeo slammed his fist against a table with a deadly look in his eyes. He pointed a finger over to Touya who stood opposite with his father and the other Todoroki Alphas there. “Touya is lucky the Aizawas and the Bakugous are so civil. If that was Tamami, I would have killed Touya with my own bare hands.” Eijiro and his eldest sister, Akari, both let out growls in agreement to what their sire had said.

Touya scrunched up his face at the thought. He rolled his icy azure eyes. “Don’t worry, I would never dream of touching your snotty faced daughter.” He spoke nonchalantly as he stood beside his father and siblings.

At the insult Akari and Eijiro looked right about ready to race across the table and kill Touya. Before Enji could even growl out for order amongst the opposition, Takeo put up a single hand. His face was set in a hard scowl, ruby eyes on the opposing side as he was silent.

“Yet you dared to put your hands on my son.” Mitsuki growled out as she took a step forward, hands on the table. Her crimson eyes zeroed in on Touya with a heavy scowl on her face so much like her son.

Touya raised his hands showing the bite mark that was still present on his hand. He pointed to it with a glare. “That fucking bitch bit my hand.”

Izuku let out a scoff. “You’re lucky that he didn’t bite your balls off, since you clearly don’t need them.” The comment made Touya and Enji growl viciously at the green haired Alpha. Aizawa put a hand to Izuku’s shoulder. He glanced at him, silently telling him it wasn’t worth it but he kept his eyes forward.

Enji sighed as he put a hand on his eldest son’s shoulder. He kept his head up as he stood beside him. “Although Touya’s methods were… a bit much,” Mitsuki scoffed. “His intentions were pure. All he wanted was to express his desire for the two Omegas as the future Head Alpha.”

Takeo watched from the corner of his eye as his son was practically vibrating in rage as he growled lowly at the thought of you and Katsuki belonging to the white haired Alpha.

“So for any Omega the Todoroki’s deem fancying they should just expect such treatment?” Rikkido asked, his large hands gripping his arms. The point he made seemed to resonate with others, clearly making the Alphas feel agitated at the thought of such occurring.

Shoto let out a breath not liking the tension. He didn’t have a choice but to stand by his family. Family was important and was the strength of its members. Shoto didn’t support what Touya did to you and Katsuki, neither did his mother or Enji’s other wives or Fuyumi or even Natsuo, but they wouldn’t dare to speak up against Enji. The bruises were one thing to hide but Enji was known for not being ashamed of his rather rage filled outbursts. “Omegas shouldn’t be moving around out of eyesight right now anyways.” He spoke out. “Especially with the Springtime Festival coming up and all the trading and visitation our pack will have, we can’t afford not to protect our Omegas right now.”

The Alphas continued their heated discussions amongst themselves, sour scents and heated glares and growls filled the space as they seemed so adamant on talking above each other or damn right just arguing. Inko, Chiyo and Rei all watched the Alphas as they growled and sneered at one another.

The three of them formed the three Omegan members that were allowed in the Pack meetings and gave their own inputs and opinions concerning the Omegas and fellow femmes of the Pack. Although they obviously didn’t have the biggest say in most matters and often than not the Omegas didn’t see the need to be part of the meetings as they trusted the heads of their families, their mates and siblings all enough to make decisions for the good of the Pack. Omegas didn’t exactly have a say few decades ago and they didn’t see much of a need to have a say now. However, it was times like this that their input was needed.

Chiyo, being the oldest amongst all of them and practical Head of Omegas being the wisest and knowing the most about Omegas and pup rearing, let out a sigh. She raised her walking stick just a bit above the wooden floors. She hit the ground three times, ultimately silencing all the Alphas around her. She looked around at all of them before letting out a breath, she stood up onto her feet. “I think you, young Shoto,” She started looking to the bicoloured haired Alpha. “forget that you, Alphas, have enough jobs to do to make this village run. Alphas and Omegas have different roles, different functions in society. Alphas run the businesses, head your families and protect this pack. Omegas run this pack in the shadows, do the necessary daily chores, birth and rear pups, keep our pack running. Realistically, Alphas cannot always be watching over their Omegas unless you think the Omegas should stay indoors all day and let everything else slip away.” She looked around, the room silent. She wasn’t wrong and they knew that. Realistically, they couldn’t watch over the Omegas like that. She then looked to the Todorokis who were also silent. She lets out a huff. “Nothing changes, other than young Touya.”

Before Touya could react, other families disagreeing about the whole ordeal and standing with the Todorokis too, Takeo spoke up. “I think,” He started loud enough to get attention. “That Touya can not be considered as a future Head Alpha.”

“Now here we go again, with that bullshit!” Enji shouted as he put his hands on the table glaring at Takeo. “You know Takeo, ever since we were younger you’ve done nothing but challenge me.”

Takeo kept his head up as he faced Enji unwavering. “I shouldn’t have to challenge you if you were right for the pack.”

Enji scowled as a loud vicious growl came out of his chest. He pushed off against the table making a loud noise. He stomped over to the other side, fixated on getting his hands on Takeo. Rei let out a soft chirp, reaching out a hand as she held onto his arm, trying to console him as much as she could and stop his madness. However, he let out a low growl, flicking her off of him, letting her stumble backwards, Shoto just catching his mother before she could fall. Akari and Eijiro let out low possessive growls as they stood in front of their sire protectively. Before they could position themselves in front of him, Takeo put a hand up, indicating that he didn’t want them to do such a thing.

Takeo moved forward, his arms at his side as he stood before Enji. Enji stood face to face with Takeo. The two large Alphas effectively dominating the space enough that everyone else was quiet. Takeo stood unwavering as he stood his ground, not affected by Enji’s snarling as he glared at him. They stood face to face, matching each other in size as they focused on the other.

Enji let out an annoyed tsk as he raised his nose. “The Todorokis have led Yuuie for generations and we will continue to do so.”

The opposing Alpha furrowed his brows. “Continue to do so? I don’t think so. The rest of us stay quiet on how you treat your wives and your pups, but don’t you dare think of bringing that and the rest of your ideals into the village, into the pack where they are not wanted.” He defended strongly.

Enji rolled his eyes as he sneered. “Please. We’re the ones who bring and force our ideals onto the pack? The other’s might have forgotten but I know your family history, Takeo and I know that you Kirishimas have specific taste.” At the statement Takeo’s jaw clenched as his glare tightened. Akari and Eijiro glanced at each other but remained silent, not knowing what was being said. Enji had no proof at what he was saying and that was the only council Takeo had. That and according to everyone around them, it was all just Enji drawling about nonsense. “What about you and your beef brained pups trying to step in on the Head family’s space!” He huffed.

It was true, the Kirishimas often did do things that were typically only done by the Head Family of a pack, but it had no ill intent and they never stopped the Todorokis from doing it. They visited Omegas who had just had pups or expecting pups, seeing how they could help or support in any way, they often than not looked after any pups while their parents were too busy with their own work and they were a looked to figure in the pack. However, the Todorokis often got annoyed and didn’t end up doing said things due to the Kirishimas and how well they were integrated into the pack.

“We support this pack, we do whatever it is necessary to help every pack member here.” Takeo defended as he motioned around to the others around him. “What about you and your fucking high horse that you sit upon. While you’re busy shoving around your wives, I’m doing something Enji!”

Enji stepped forward. Aizawa felt a building tension about to snap. “Now how about you stop talking about my Omegas and focus on your own breeder fat cow of a wife.”

Instantly the silence in the room was insurmountable as the tension rose higher than it had ever done before. Even Eijiro and Akari were silent as they looked between one another and then to their sire.

Takeo was silent, however his hands balled into fists as his body seemed to vibrate in pure rage. A barely contained growl was starting to rumble out of his chest as he moved his big hands so fast it was hard to even see if one blinked. Takeo had Enji slammed down against the table, his hand gripping Enji’s head keeping him down against the wooden table. His nails dug into Enji’s skin as he stared down at him with black soulless eyes, his grip threatening to one to dislocate the arm he was holding.

“What… did you just call my wife?” He whispered down in barely contained fury.

Aizawa glanced to the side to see you Omegas staying within the kitchen away from all the fighting and anger. He then caught sight of you as you held Tamami close to you. He flicked his gaze to Takeo quickly before looking back to you. You understood the silent instruction. The last thing you all wanted was for Takeo to kill Enji, at least not now. Not when a formal fight had not been established.

You turned to look down at Tamami who had been keeping to your side. “Okay, Tamami.” You whispered over to her. The young Omega looked up at you with wide ruby eyes, listening to your every word. “We need you to go calm down your sire. You think you can do that?” You asked the little twelve year old. Her red hair was short and fell to her shoulders and framed her face so cutely. She was still stuck in the stages of between a pup and an Omega so she would be perfect for this right now.

She kept her hands together but nodded her head determined. The rest of you Omegas who were waiting for the tension to die down, let her leave. Tamami was hesitant but made her way over to the table. She kept her eyes on her sire as she moved away from all the sour scents, moving around silently and almost unnoticeably. She squeezed her way through, past her older sister who looked down at her in surprise that she was here and so did Eijiro.

Tamami put a soft hand to Takeo’s side with a soft chirp. Immediately Takeo snapped his head to look down at his daughter. She looked up at him with soft ruby eyes, her soft apple pie scent with dust of sugar was released into the air little by little, trying to calm down the situation but there was an undertone of sour cranberry showing that she was also a bit distressed. “Daddy, it’s late.” She let out softly as she tugged on his tunic. “Let us go home.”

Takeo was silent, frozen in time for a second before visibly his hold softened and so did his expression. However, he did turn back to Enji with a sneer. He forced him back against the table with a low thud before Enji could even escape or think of leaving. “You and me, three days time, village centre.” He growled out lowly. Enji’s jaw tensed but he grunted in acceptance.

Takeo let go of the large Alpha before moving immediately to his youngest daughter here. He picked her up effortlessly, moving her into his arms to make sure she was safe and away from the eyes of other Alphas there. Takeo wasn’t stupid, he knew how some Alphas saw Omegas as young as Tamami.

Enji stumbled up with the help of the Iidas. He glared over at Takeo’s retreating form. “As I thought, keeping family traditions.” Enji snidely said.

Tamami put her face to his neck, trying to calm him down as best as she could so that he wouldn’t focus on anything Enji was saying, scenting him sweetly with small chirps. Takeo rumbled as he rubbed her back, trying his best to console her if he did make her upset. He focused on calming down his distressed pup, and that was his main priority. Eijiro and Akari followed after the two of them, knowing that all had been said and done for tonight.

Katsuki and you finally put everything you had made into a basket and made your way to the Kirishimas property. It was a bit of a long walk from the busy village central as you walked along the dirt path that led to some of the farms of Yuuie. The Midoriya acres were much further however the moment you started seeing a nice pretty red fence as well as a lot of green grass, you knew you were close to the Kirishimas. The dirt path had a canopy of the leaves from the trees providing you both shade as you walked side by side.

You looked at Katsuki who seemed nervous as he held tightly to the basket that you had both carefully arranged together. He kept his head up, trying not to seem nervous but you could see it bleeding into his scent. You shoved him lightly. “Katsuki, it’s okay. I’m sure he will like it.” You assured him.

Katsuki nodded before looking down at the attire that the two of you wore for today. A bit more formal than normal but then again, you were visiting another family. Katsuki had made sure to dress the both of you enough to seem casual and yet highlight all and any curves. He moved to take a leaf off your shoulder before focusing forward. “I just want everything to be perfect. It has to be.” Katsuki had a determined look on his face.

All Katsuki wanted was to get their approval, to prove to Eijiro and his family that the two of you were perfect for their son, or at least perfect mate material to push their son into your direction. It was a small fear that Mitsuki couldn’t help but remind him last night. The longer the two of you were unmarried, the longer you were unprotected.

You took his free hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He looked to you. Upon seeing your soft face and loving features, he couldn’t help but relax. He nodded his head as you both turned down the dirt path on the right towards the main centre of the property.

Huge green grass and weeds surrounded the Kirishima property with a fence to keep the cows in. You watched as cows stayed grazing in their pastures, some drinking water. The cows seemed rather unbothered. You watched as a Kirishima sister, what seemed to be Akari, stood with a bunch of cows surrounding her, petting one on the head as she talked to them as if they could understand her (they seemingly could since they answered back).

You both neared the house to see Nameer walking around with a pup wrapped tightly to his back as he walked across with a bundle of clothes in a large bucket. He turned to look at the two of you. The dark brown curly haired Omega smiled at the sight of the two of you. “Oh, hello you two.” Nameer was Akari’s Omega and had been happily mated to one another for the past four years.

“Good afternoon, Nameer.” You both greeted him with a bow at your waist. “Where’s Eijiro and Takeo?”

Nameer motioned a beautiful golden bronze hand towards a barn not too far away in the fields near the cows. “With the cows but they’re gonna come over for lunch soon. You can go talk to Yua in the main house, she’s making lunch.��� He told you.

You both nodded before moving towards the main house. Around the main house were two other homes too. You saw Tamami with a bunch of small pups running around her feet as she placed the cleanly washed sheets up on the line. You noticed some Kirishima pups as well as pups from other families. They all giggled and chased one another, being careful not to dirty any of the newly washed sheets but stayed close enough to Tamami so that she could keep an eye on them.

You and Katsuki moved up the steps into the main house. Inside the home smelt of happy scents and a comfortable sense of family around. In the kitchen, was Yua who was mixing milk and mashed strawberries together.

The red-haired Omega stood in a comfortably dress with an apron over it. She didn’t wear her neck tie, exposing her mating mark that was reopened, red with the evidence of a fresh reclaiming from her Alpha. On her skin were love marks and bites littering her neck, shoulders and chest. Her scent was mixed with her Alpha’s making her beam. She looked up at the two of you with a happy expression. “Oh, welcome you too. I’m glad to see you.”

“Hello Yua.” Katsuki started as he stuck to your side. “May we talk to Eijiro and Takeo, please. We brought them a gift for all they did for us the other day.” He motioned down to the basket that was covered with a cloth but smelt of something warm and toasty inside.

Yua perked up at his words, pausing what she was doing to look at the two of you. It was then that you stepped forward with the two shirts in hand moving them over to her. “These were given to us and we’d like to return them.”

Yua took the shirts and smiled. “Well, let me call them in for you. We were about to have snacks for lunch anyways.” She happily chirped as she moved over to the doorway. “Tamami! Go call your siblings and sire please.”

It didn’t take long before walking into the main house were three big Alphas followed by a younger Kirishima Alpha, Hana, who was just two years younger than the two of you. The group seemed to be discussing something, not minding the small pups around them.

However, the notice of your two new scents did take priority of their attention. Turning to look into the room to find you and Katsuki standing side by side. Takeo raised an eyebrow before turning to look to his wife. He was shirtless of course and down his back were red lines almost as if someone tried to claw at his back. His scent woven in with his wife’s. He let out a questioning grunt with a confused tilt of his head, not bothered by the two of you clearly which was a relief.

Yua giggled as she stepped forward. “Takeo, Eijiro, Yn and Katsuki wanted to talk to the two of you.” She spoke lightly.

Eijiro perked up at the mention of his name before turning to the two of you. He tilted his head to the side confused as well. You both normally never came over to his home on any regular day, so this was new for him.

Katsuki and you raised an eyebrow before nodding. You both moved to your knees in front of the two of them. You lowered your heads down in submission and holding up the gift. “Thank you so much for all that you did for us the other day.” You started for the two of you. “We are so thankful for your intervention and support. Truly.”

“We just wanted to share our appreciation.” Katsuki continued, his voice softer than normal yet still held the low grunt to it that he normally had.. “We…” He tried not to get overcome as his face bloomed red. He looked shy almost, as he kept his eyes down. “We hope you Alphas like it.”

Eijiro’s eyes widened in surprise and so did Takeo’s. This was not what they were expecting at all. Eijiro couldn’t help but feel a bit bashful having two pretty Omegas bowing before him. It seemed like some weird dream he probably has had before. Takeo sniffed as he took a few steps forward. He tilted his head in interest at the smell of meat. Him and Eijiro took the baskets up out of Katuski’s hold, moving the towel away.

Laying still warm and waiting to be eaten were handheld chicken pies. They were still warm and smelt delicious. Takeo and Eijiro both released rumbles in approval, instantly rousing Akari’s attention who joined the two other Alphas. You were sure that if they had tails, they would probably be wagging as they crowded the basket. You watched Eijiro pick up one of the handheld pies. He tilted his head in interest before taking a bite into it.

It only took Eijiro a second before his pupils thickened and consumed his irises as he happily stuffed the rest of the pie into his face with a loud rumble from his chest. Takeo was next, happily chomping on the pie with a smile on his face as he ate happily. Akari moved to grab one of the pies but her hand was slapped away from a possessive Eijiro and Takeo, causing some discord between the three.

Yua rolled her eyes before clearing her throat. The three of them were reminded of everyone else’s presence, they glanced at one another than back at each other. Akari took off with the one she had already bit and handed it over to her Omega who had just walked in wondering what on earth was going on. You giggled at the expression of the three Alphas, almost as if they had gotten caught stealing cookies as pups. You looked to Katsuki. He motioned towards the doorway with a gentle smile, happy to see that they liked your cooking. You both sneakily grabbed two pies and moved outside away from the Kirishimas with an appreciative nod to Yua.

Once you were outside you noticed Tamami move with an empty basket towards the two of you. She perked up in surprise at the sight. A bright smile went to her face. “Hello you two!” She spoke chirply as a little Kirishima pup ran over to tug on the long skirt of her dress.

“Tammy!” The little wide eyed golden eyed pup whined as she looked up at her older sister. Chiyo put a hand to her stomach as she looked up at Tamami. “I hungwy.” She let out a small pup trill indicating her need.

Tamami giggled. “I’ll get you and the others something right now.” She assured the little one before turning back to the both of you.

“No need.” Katsuki told her as he walked over to stand near Tamami. He let out soft chirps, taking the attention of the pups as they ran towards him. Katsuki put on a gentle smile as he bend down to split the pie he had in his hands. He let out a soft purring rumble, lulling the pups towards him. He crouched down splitting open the warm pie carefully. He handed the first piece to one of Tetsutetsu’s younger siblings. The little silver haired pup accepted the piece with a grateful chirp, stuffing the piece of pie into his mouth. He let out a grateful purr making Katsuki smile at the little boy.

You moved over to Tamami, handing her half of the pie you had in your own hands. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. She put down the woven basket, before bowing as she gratefully took the pie from you. “Thank you, Y/N.” She said appreciatively as she gratefully ate the half you gave her.

“No problem, Tamami. You keep doing your best as a shadow, you’ve done a lot of us Omegas proud.” You told her supportively, making the younger Omega perk up in happiness with wide ruby eyes. You moved over to a very happy Katsuki who seemed to just beaming surrounded by pups. You crouched down next to him, breaking off pieces of the half you had and giving it to the pups too.

Eijiro rushed out of the house, looking around for you and Katsuki. He had gotten so engrossed with the pies he didn’t say thank you. He paused upon seeing the both of you crouched down with a whole group of pups around you, yipping in delight at the food you had brought them. Eijiro’s demeanour softened at the sight of the two of you. Katsuki had this beautiful smile on his face, one of those rare ones that Eijiro had the pleasure of seeing, as he wiped the mouth of one Eijiro’s younger sister. You giggled along with some of the pups that were practically licking their dirty fingers clean.

You both looked so good with pups around you. It’s almost as if you were both meant to be dams. Eijiro could see that. He could see it as plain as day. The three of you here, everyday with his family, surrounded by pups and him getting to see the both of you almost every minute of the day. Pups around you and you both carrying his pups inside you.

The thought made Eijiro pause.

You’d both look so good bred with his pups… His Alpha rumbled at the thought.

Breed Omegas.

“Oh what are you thinking about Eiji?” Akari sided up next to Eijiro with a smirk on her face as she folded her arms across her large chest as she looked down at him with a knowing look.

Eijiro perked up, remembering that his scent would give him away he shook his head with a low grunt, quickly covering up his aroused scent by one of annoyance. He glared at Akari. “Nothing.”

Akari chuckled. “Didn’t smell like nothing, little brother.” She commented, ruffling his hair making an angry growl come out of his throat, as he swatted her arm away from him. Immediately his older sister swung her arm and pulled him into a head lock. Eijiro fought back instantly, trying to pull himself out of her hold. She chuckled at his antics. “You better put your balls on straight and go ask for their hand.” She leaned down towards his head. “The last thing we want is a Todoroki getting something that belongs to a Kirishima.” She let out lowly, before patting him on the back and setting him free.

Katsuki and you had finally wiped the pups face with your handkerchiefs and were making your way back down the dirt path heading back to the village. “Y/N! Katsuki!” You both paused at the sound of your names. You turned around to see Eijiro running over to the two of you. You both paused as you turned to look back at him. You both lowered your gazes, exposing your necks to him in submission. He let out a chuft before stepping forward. “Festival… I…” Suddenly it felt as though Eijiro had no words. He didn’t know what to say. Why did he even come to talk to the two of you in the first place. He lifted up his chin trying to stomach some courage. “Thank you. I… I really like your food.”

You felt heat go to your face at the compliment. Katsuki lifted his chin up in pride with a soft smirk making you giggle. Katsuki took a hold of your arm. “We made it just for you.” Katsuki nodded his head before pausing, realising what he had just said. You giggled at his spilling of the truth. Katsuki glared at you as he moved to hide his face near your neck, away from Eijiro. “I-I mean… You and your sire, of course. Not just you. I mean, we thought of you when we made them but… we… I…” Katsuki turned as red as a tomato before deciding to just hide his face in your neck and ignore Eijiro altogether.

You giggled at the blond Omega beside you, rubbing your fingers over his knuckles. You looked back to Eijiro. “We’ll see you at the festival, right?” Eijiro nodded his head. You smiled. Your smile was enough to make him feel like he could faint. “Great. See you, Alpha.” You waved a hand as you stirred you and Katsuki away from him, heading back to the main road.

Eijiro watched the both of you walk off, almost breathless at the beauty of the both of you. Takeo walked over to stand next to him, dusting his hands before putting his hands to his hips. He motioned to the two of you before looking to Eijiro. “I like them.”

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Revenge

A/N: first time writing a Dabi x reader one-shot. I just couldn't help myself with this one, lol. No spoilers. Non-canon plot (ish).

Synopsis: after an incident at Endeavour's Agency, you attract the attention of a certain Villain.

Warnings: heavy non-con, humiliation, slight violence, slight blood, forced, angst, dabi is mean, yandere (kinda?), heat play, spit, choking. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Word count: 8.1K

You flipped through the pages of your magazine whilst you sat slumped, and cuddled into the couch in your living room apartment. Scanning over the newest headlines and styles of hero costumes while your mind floated, absentmindedly gazing off out the windows every now and then. Fuck, they really publish just about anything, don’t they? You pondered, flipping over to the next page. 

‘Mt Lady Takes Down Villain! Hottest and Best Angles!’  

You huffed, slamming the magazine back down onto the coffee table. The people who wrote these articles were seriously fried in the head. Despite all of the good that Heroes did, there was always someone in the background; waiting patiently to exploit and publish the most taboo garbage. Your cheek rested against your palm as you rested against the arm of the couch, thinking back to the incident that led up to your very own interview. It wasn’t unheard of for rookie Heroes to have interviews, but it was a rare occurrence. And you remember it all too well. 

You sat, awkwardly perched on the plastic chair as the woman in front of you placed a recorder down, pulled out a pen and notepad, and began hammering you with questions. 

“What’s it like working as a Rookie alongside the Number One Hero?”

“Was this the costume you were wearing when the incident occurred?”

“Were you scared?” 

“Why are you working with Endeavor when your Quirk has nothing to do with flames?” 

All of the questions overwhelmed you, and you thought that you would be prepared since Endeavor briefed you prior to the interview. But as soon as the questions came pouring out of the red lipstick lined lips of the reporter - you froze. You tried to answer all of her questions as honestly as you could, but feared that she would turn and spin them on you. It was a habit of reporters to do so, and you refused to be on the next cover of some sleazy tabloid; ‘(Hero name)! Dirty secrets that saved her from the attack on Endeavor’s Agency!’ 

The thought made you gag. 

It was true, your Quirk had nothing to do with fire or anything of the sort, but Enji Todoroki had been a family friend for years, and you were childhood best friends with his daughter, Fuyumi Todoroki. Your Quirk was basic - Telekinesis. It was handy, and you were getting stronger with it everyday. It was useful in the battlefield, proving to be one of the strongest when you attended UA. 

“Did you see Shigaraki?”

“How hot were Dabi’s flames?”

When she asked you about Dabi and Shigaraki, you froze, immediately remembering what the heat of his flames felt like, and the gnawing fear of being turned to dust at any given moment. It was horrible, and you wanted nothing more than to jump off the chair and run out of the room. You knew that would solve nothing and only fidgeted slightly at her question and narrowing eyes. 

You were seated at your desk, filing paperwork from a Villian that you had caught a few days prior. Everyone spoke about the joys of being a Hero, but often neglected the tedious amount of paperwork that followed suit. Hours had passed and you were still working silently at your desk space. You hadn’t even taken your lunch break in hopes of finishing the work before Endeavor returned. 

Your fingers were starting to sting in exhaustion when you heard the first scream, it was loud and shrill; a woman. Your eyes widened and before you knew it, everyone was standing and running.  Flames of blue erupted up the walls as you watched everyone flee from the heat. You pushed yourself up from your desk and flushed, blocking your face with your free hand. Endeavor was sent out on a mission a few hours prior, meaning that he would be gone for the rest of the day. Most of the other sidekicks were with him, and you would’ve gone too if you weren’t stuck with this mountain of paperwork.  

You remember seeing your coworkers shove and scatter their way out of the building, rushing around like frightened mice. It was sad, you thought. You wanted to act, to fight, but fear kept you frozen in place as everyone disappeared. The smoke and heat of the room made it barely breathable, but you shielded your eyes from the smoke and covered your mouth with your sleeve.

The panicked footsteps soon dwindled down, everyone already fleeing down the stairs. And there you stood, frozen in place like a rock. Thinking back on it makes you feel completely useless, but fear makes you react in such strange ways. 

A large chunk of ceiling fell directly in front of you, your feet launching you out of the way before your brain realized what happened. Dust and smoke filtered into your lungs as you narrowly dodged the debris.  

You began to stagger your way towards the exit, until you saw two shadows appear in the doorway. Fuck. They grew closer with each passing moment, and you threw yourself beneath a random desk, curling yourself inwards in attempts to hide yourself. Your breathing was raspy due to all the smoke inhalation, but remained silent as the footsteps echoed.

“That fucker isn’t even here.” You heard a deep rasp, sounding like he was losing his voice. You flinched when you heard the desk creek above you, turning your head slowly to notice that someone was resting against it. Luckily, the cubicle shielded you from their presence, or else you’d be screwed. 

“The message will still be received.” You heard a second voice, which sounded much higher pitched than the first. “It’s only a matter of time before the Hero regimen is brought to their knees.” They snickered, high pitched and eerie. 

You covered your mouth, squeezing back a cough that rumbled in your chest. 

“The sooner the better.” The first voice spoke, which you now recognized as Dabi, the Blue Flame. His boots now eye level with you, with even one small move you would’ve been able to touch him. 

His unprovoked murderers made headlines a few weeks earlier, and you remember reading all about them. He burned his victims beyond recognition, turning them into a pile of bones and dust. It made you sick, and you could only keep quiet and remain still. You could only guess that the second voice belonged to Shigaraki, the leader of the League Of Villains. Fuck. You really were going to die here.      

“We need to get out of here before more show up.” Dabi said, pushing upright from the desk, his jacket swayed in your view. You figured that the Heroes would be pouring through the door at any second now, but you weren’t counting on it, nor were you eager to jump out from the desk. 

Shigaraki mumbled something in return that you didn’t quite catch, and you heard the heavy sounds of their booted feet fade off. You weren’t entirely jumping at the thought of getting caught, so you decided to wait a few moments before regrouping with everyone else. 

You let out a shaky breath, removing your hand from your dry lips. 

Your eyes opened once again, blinking a few times to remove any dust or smoke stuck in them.  But fuck, you really wished you hadn’t. There was a soft sound of crunching gravel that rang out beside you, instantly making your blood run cold. Your eyes darted to follow the sound and as soon as you lifted your gaze from the floor, you noticed a pair of bright blue eyes staring back into your frightened ones. You noticed that he smirked when he noticed your frightened expression, burnt lips carving upwards at your quivering form. Immediately, you let out a cry of surprise and skidded out from underneath the desk. 

“Well, well. Hello there, doll.” Dabi watched you from above. At this angle, he towered over you, watching you with gleaming eyes. Even though you were flat on your ass and resting against your palms, he was enormous. “Thought I wouldn’t notice ya’ down there?” He chuckled. 

You watched him with studying eyes, noting that he hadn’t made a move to grab or burn you. For some reason you expected to be killed on sight, but Dabi seemed to take interest in you. No . He was more interested in making you feel nervous - powerless even. His eyes running down your slim body, watching in excitement as you squirmed uncomfortably. You weren’t wearing your Hero uniform, which made him wonder why you hadn’t escaped like everyone else. 

He laughed to himself. Poor little girl, left to die by the Heroes.   

Finally, you broke eye contact from the charred man, trailing your eyes around him in search of an escape route. You didn’t know if he’d get bored soon and decide to light you up, but you certainly didn’t want to make any impulsive moves. It seems like Shigaraki left already, and you were thankful that you only had to deal with one League member. 

“Are you mute or somethin’?” His head tilted to the side as he scanned you over, his patchwork face pondering in thought. 

Dabi felt bored at your unresponsiveness, his smirk dropping and eyes glazing over. His hands fidgeted inside his pockets, debating on what he was going to do with you. You inched back slightly, noticing the shift in his demeanor. 

Your hands raised instinctively to cover your face, expecting to feel the flash of heat and the flesh peel off your bones. But you didn’t, instead feeling a rush of air around you. Out of fear, you must’ve activated your quirk without thinking too much, because Dabi was no longer standing in front of you. 

Your ears barely registered the sound of his strangled grunt as he collided with a half burnt desk. Not wasting any time pushing yourself up to your shaky feet, throwing yourself out of the cubicle and towards the exit. You didn’t even bother to look back at the scarred Villain, who was staggering back to his feet, letting out a frustrated growl at your sudden attack. You lunged for the door, throwing yourself out of it and down the flights of stairs. 

Dabi coughed as dust particles surrounded him, his breathing deepening with rage as he watched your frightened figure stumble out of the room. Your little surprise move pissed him off - almost as much as the realization he had that you were a Hero.   

Your head shook and you brushed off the incident that still lingered in your mind. While you were terrified, you managed to act quickly and get out safely. Endeavor praised you for this, which felt good, but you were just thankful that you didn’t turn into a pile of burnt flesh. 

“For fucks sake.” You mumbled as you picked up another magazine, seeing a picture of yourself covered in dust, outfit torn in questionable places, and your hair a mess -on the cover . 

‘(Hero Name)! Narrowly Escapes The Blue Flame!’ 

That wasn’t so bad… Maybe Endeavor threatened the poor woman into being nice. You thought, before your eyes roamed over the smaller print beneath the title. 

“Find out how (Hero Name) seduced her way out of death on page six!” 

You threw the magazine blindly behind you, letting out a long sigh. You should have known, these tabloids twisted the truth and made Heroes and Sidekicks look terrible. You couldn’t believe that people actually believed this shit. Luckily enough, no one was killed in the incident, but you knew that if the League wanted there to be casualties, there definitely would have been. You only escaped due to your quick thinking and Dabi’s lack of attention, which worked out in your favor.     

“Fucking bitch.” You grumbled, letting your head drop onto the armrest.   

You were so lost in thought that you barely heard the front door close shut, along with the soft footsteps of someone making their way inside. You didn’t move when you finally clued in, instead you called out blindly, voice muffled by the cushion of the couch.

“Really not in the mood tonight, Fuyumi!” Your voice cracked as you called out towards her, expecting her cheerful response at your dismissive tone, but all you heard was silence. The footsteps stopped, and instead of the soft voice of your best friend, you heard a short chuckle. 

“Not enjoying the Hero life, doll?” 

Letting out a surprised squeak, you jolted upright at the raspy voice, eyes widening and darting towards the rough sound. To say that it surprised you would be an understatement - it terrified you and made you freeze immediately, similar to how you were at the Agency. It frightened you even more when you watched his lazy eyes trail over your form, which was wearing nothing but a pair of PJ shorts and an ill-fitting tank top.  

Almost as if he could sense the urgency that flowed in your veins, telling you to run - he took a step closer to you, studying your reactions. So many questions ran through your brain, how did he get in? Why was he here? But you decided to refrain from hammering questions out, instead shifting your focus to distracting him like you had previously done.

“Why are you here?” You decided this was a decently safe question, turning yourself to fully face the scarred man as your eyes drifted to the front door for a brief moment. It was closed again, and if you were to try and run past him, you’d risk being fried to a crisp. If you were smart about this, then you’d be able to- 

“Go ahead and try it.” He interrupted your thoughts, pulling your attention back to his lopsided grin, which looked menacing as it tugged on his staples. “I can promise that ya’ won’t make it very far.” His hand extended, lighting up a small blue flame at the tips of his fingers. 

Dabi watched as you looked up at him: your big eyes widened, eyebrows furrowed, and full lips parted open. Fuck. He wanted to pounce on you right then and there, but decided to restrain himself. He needed to take his time with this, since his last interaction with you resulted in him being thrown off guard and flat on his ass. He didn’t even think that you had a Quirk - assuming that you were just some mousy little secretary. Until he was shot back from your cowering form, landing hard on a pile of burnt and broken desks. It surprised him, but it also pissed him off. You lingered in the back of his head for days after, which only pissed him off more. He knew that he could melt the pretty skin right off your bones, but for once, he didn’t want to. He wanted to savor this. He was prepared this time, and he wasn’t going to let you escape from him again. No. Not this time.       

The look on Dabi’s face made you squirm, itching to get away from his gaze. He lazily glanced over at his flame before closing his fist. His hand reached down and into the pocket of his oversized coat, searching for something you couldn’t see. 

You can sense the threatening turn that this was about to take, and on instinct, you pushed your hands out, trying to activate your Quirk. Anything to get him away from you. But he was quicker and stronger, even without his quirk. 

He knew that you were going to try and pull the same stunt, but unlike last time, he was prepared for it. In less than a second, Dabi launched himself forward, catching you off guard with his speed. 

“Heh. That’s not going to work this time, doll.” Dabi launched himself forward with a sound that could only be compared to a growl of a hungry animal. He grabbed your wrists with one hand, pinning them against your lap in a matter of seconds, leering over you. His one knee was sandwiched between your thighs, while his foot was still placed on the ground, using it to balance himself over you.  

You let out a sharp cry as he pulled out what looked like a syringe from his jacket. Instantly, your eyes widened and you fought in his hold, twisting and squirming. Your lungs fought for air at the sight of the needle, igniting your flight or fight response.   

“Don’t fight me. It’s a pain in the ass.” He rasped, seemingly unfazed by your weak attempts to push him off. You were no match for him, but he wanted to scare you a little, so he heated up his palms slightly, warning you to stop. 

The heat rushed from your wrists and all the way up to your cheeks, flushing you into stilling. 

“What are you doing!” You cried out.  

“Can’t have you ruining my plans with that annoying quirk of yours.” He grumbled before plunging the needle into your bicep. The pain was jolting, but the feeling of your quirk leaving your body was much worse. You had grown familiar with the constant sense of your quirk lingering in your veins, and now that it was gone, you were terrified. Was it going to come back?  

“I- What!” Your eyes met his, which had deep bag-like scars under them, held in place by makeshift staples. His eyes were bright and blue, but looked as if they never opened quite fully. Scars seemed to liter his entire body, only small portions of his actual skin poked through. He can’t handle his quirk, you thought. 

Dabi felt a shiver of pleasure run down his spine when you looked over his patch-work face, knowing immediately that the sight of him made you uncomfortable. He was used to people shriveling up in disgust at his face, it was nothing new. But this was different. He felt a sense of heat rush all over his body at your confused face, instead of the usual annoyance. 

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, shattering the silence around you two. 

You cringed back in displeasure, the smell of him overwhelming you now. Smoke and burnt flesh singing the hair in your nose.  

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You managed to calm your nerves slightly, but not by much. Dabi was still leaning over you, making you curl up against the back of the armrest. You didn’t like being caged in like this, and you most definitely didn’t like how he peered down at you.

“Your cooperation would be nice, but either way, I’m going to enjoy this.” Dabi answered your question without actually giving you a clear response. The sense of danger only amplified when you watched his lips curl upwards in a manic like smile. You were sure that his staples would have popped out if he opened his mouth any more. You could see them visibly strain, struggling to keep the healthy skin connected to the scarred tissue. 

“Is this because of what happened at the Agency?” You asked, breathlessly moving your attention from his scars to his eyes again. You didn’t want to piss him off more by staring too long at them. Dabi wasn’t an idiot. He knew you were staring at his scars, but could care less. He was used to people staring at him with disgust, and he grew numb to it.

Dabi let out a scoff. “You’re smarter than you look.” 

“Why? I was just-” 

Dabi leered closer to you, making you flinch and stop talking. “Just being an annoying brat? Thinking that you’re better than me because you’re a Hero?” He spat the word out like it disgusted him to even think, let alone speak it. 

Granted, you knew subconsciously that you were better than a murdering psychopath, but decided it would get you nowhere good if you fought that. You weren’t too keen on the idea of dying prematurely, especially by his flames or whatever else he had in store for you. 

“What was I supposed to do?” You asked, brows furrowing in annoyance. “Sit back and take it?” You regretted the words as soon as you said them, watching as Dabi smirked down at you with a borderline lustful gaze. “I didn’t want to die. My body reacted on impulse, that's it.” You quickly corrected yourself.  

You thought you could buy yourself some time by asking him questions, maybe even distracting him so that you could escape. You knew he was unhinged and wondered if there was a way to use that to your advantage.

“Why does it matter? You burned down half of the Agency and the League still made the cover of every newspaper in Japan.” You found yourself getting angry at the reminder. “You’re lucky that Endeavor wasn’t there. You would’ve been-” Your voice morphed into a scream as soon as you mentioned the Flame Hero. The sudden searing heat of his hands make your back arch up and into the Villain, chest brushing against his stapled flesh. He was barely using his quirk, but even the small amount made your skin singe. 

“You think that flaming pile of shit scares me?” Dabi sneered at you, bringing his face level to yours. You stilled when Dabi pressed himself tighter against you, his nose only inches from your own. You realized that you had either struck a nerve by mentioning Endeavor, or that he just really hated Heroes that much. You had assumed the latter, but could tell there was more to it by his reaction. Dabi’s eyes were filled with rage, but the rage wasn’t all directed at you. 

“He’s just another empty Hero that the world praises for nothing. It’s only a matter of time before he’s ripped off that pedestal.” You flinched back at his words, knowing that there was definitely some sort of vendetta between the two flame users.

As scared as you were, you still felt somewhat angered by the Villains words. Endeavor had been nothing but kind to you, seemingly taking you under his wing when you joined his Agency. It was either your pride that made you say the next words, or your own naivety. You didn’t know which one it was. 

“Endeavor is twice the man you’ll ever be.” 

You watched as Dabi’s turquoise eyes narrowed, meeting them as yours widened at his furious expression. If his flames weren’t hot enough, his stare sure was. Dabi’s eyes were blazing with fury, seemingly darkening from their usual brightness. He watched you carefully, weighing his next options. He realized that you were just as surprised at your words as he was, your eyes widening for a moment before glossing over in attempts to hide it. Cute. He could feel you quivering beneath him, fearing what he would do next. 

Despite the swell of pride you felt for a brief moment, you could quickly feel the overwhelming sense of anxiety push forward. Fuck. At this point, you didn’t really care what happened to you. All you wanted was to get away from his terrifying presence. 

Dabi let his guard down for a mere second, maybe even less, and you immediately took advantage of it. Your wrists twisted apart and out of Dabi’s grip, freeing you for a moment from his suffocating grip. Your next move was on instinct; you ball up your fist before winding it back and sending it crashing into his nose. 

Blood immediately gushed from Dabi’s nose, running down his mismatched lips and down his neck. He staggered backwards from the force of your punch, letting out a guttural growl as he wiped the sticky liquid away. 

Again, you wasted no time in throwing yourself over the back of the couch, landing on all fours and scrambling towards the front door. You pumped your shaky legs as fast as they could handle, stumbling as you ran for freedom. You were nearing the kitchen when a blast of sudden heat licked up the back of your thighs, making you shriek in agony and crumple to the hardwood. Your body sprawled out on the cool ground, which was a stark contrast to your clammy and sizzling skin.  

You glanced down at your awkwardly bent legs, seeing the skin begin to redden and sizzle. It wasn’t a fatal burn, but it was one you’d surely remember since the blisters would definitely scar. The pain was too much and you squeezed your eyes shut, sobbing as you still tried to drag yourself away. 

Dabi followed behind you, taking his time as he watched your pathetic attempts at crawling away. He wanted you to have your little moment of hope, afterall, you were going to wish that you were dead after he was done with you. 

He took his time stalking towards you, his rubber soles thudding against the flooring - purposely being slow to hammer more fear into you. He watched your body shake violently from his attack, your face contorting up in anguish as you tried to push yourself up. Dabi could feel himself getting hard as he approached your struggling form. He felt mildly proud, considering you had him in a similar position not too long ago.  

Smiling wickedly, he planted his booted foot on your back and shoved you back down to the ground. “You can’t run from me.”

Your chin met the floor with a sickening crack, eliciting another wave of pleasure down Dabi’s spine at your pained groan. Your body wavered as you felt a droplet of something wet and sticky hit your cheek, directly beneath your eyes.   

“You broke my fucking nose, doll. You’re lucky to still be breathin’ after that.” Dabi chucked, wiping the remnants of his blood from his nose. He relished in your look of disgust when his blood hit your face, seeing the humiliation build up across your pretty face. 

Shakily, you wiped his blood from your face, cringing as he stared back at you. Your teeth gritted together so hard that you thought they’d shatter if any more pressure were applied. Everything was too much; the throbbing in your legs, your quirk being suppressed, Dabi’s taunting gaze, everything. Hatred mixed with hot rage seeped into your blood, making your body vibrate with adrenaline. 

“Weak flames compared to Endeavor.” You hissed roughly, large eyes glaring up at him in spite. 

Dabi ignored the rage that traveled up his body at your words, knowing that you were doing this just to piss him off. Stupid little Hero. You were powerless, weak, and humiliated, but still fought with a sense of pride. He was going to break down that pride of yours, no matter what. He thought as he bent down, fingers lacing through your tousled hair and jerking your face towards his. If you thought pissing him off was going to save you, you were very wrong. Your words only solidified what he was about to do next. 

“Let go of me!” Dabi used your hair as leverage to get you onto your knees, pulling another shocked cry as your hands shot up to your scalp. The stinging of your thighs amplified in this position, and you awkwardly balanced to lessen the pain. 

“I think I have a better use for that mouth of yours.” Dabi’s hand jolted you forwards before releasing your scalp. You hadn’t realized how much you were relying on his grip to keep you steady, because your knees suddenly wobbled and you fell face-first into the bulge of his jeans, letting out a strangled moan as you did.  

Dabi let out a low groan at the feeling of your face pressing into the tent of his jeans. Your hands pressed into his thighs to push yourself upright as your face scrunched up in disgust at the sudden contact. Dabi shuddered while he watched you try and pull away, only to find yourself pressed into his groin again when his hands pulled you back. 

You gasped in shock, not expecting the force of his hand to smush you back into his crotch. The tip of your nose dug into his length, feeling it twitch slightly at the contact. You mewled, senses overwhelmed at the feeling. 

There was something about the way your eyes squinted and you recoiled back in disgust that drove him mad. A weak little Hero like you needed to learn your place, and what better way would you learn than at the knees of a Villain like him? He wanted to humiliate you in the worst way possible, just like you did with him. 

“Oh come on, doll. Don’t tell me a Hero slut like you never sucked cock before?” He snickered down at you. 

You scowled at him in return, peeling yourself away from his crotch to look up at him with reddening cheeks. Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the blush that stung at your pale skin. 

“Awe. You’re getting shy on me now, dollface? Where’d that spunk go?” Dabi released your hair, fiddling with his belt before pulling out his cock. It sprung out and nearly smacked you in the cheek, narrowly missing as you turned your head away. 

“Get the fuck away from me, patchwork!” You hissed, craning your neck up to look him in the eyes.

Dabi watched you with half-lidded eyes, jutting his hips outwards to smack you in the face with his cock. “I’m gonna make sure to force that attitude out of you.” The tip of his dick pressed against your lips, smearing a trail of salty precum all over. 

It was long and thick, bigger than any other you’ve seen. You didn’t want Dabi to think that you were taken back by it, so you kept your face as blank as you could in this position. Your lips pressed tightly in a thin line, refusing entrance. 

At your reluctance, Dabi tapped his foot against the ground and tilted your jaw up with a single finger. “Open up or I’ll burn you again.”

You frowned, swallowing hard before parting your lips for him. Dabi’s eyes wandered across your face, noting how good you looked with your beady eyes and mouth wide open for him.   

You didn’t have much time to think, because Dabi jerked his hips, his cock grazing against your teeth as he hit the back of your throat. 

You gagged instantly, fresh tears pooling at your lash line as you tried to relax your throat. 

“Shit.” He rasped, head tilting back at the feeling of your throat constricting around him. 

You could feel him twitch against the back of your throat, making you gag once again. The tip of your nose flat against his pubic bone, sucking in as much air as you could handle in this position. Your muffled mewls sent Dabi into a frenzy, who gave you no time to adjust before he started to buck his hips. Your hands flew up to his thighs, grounding yourself as you tried not to throw up. 

“Damn. You’re shaking around my cock, you must really be scared, huh?” Dabi rasped above you, his voice dropping a few decibels at the sight of your teary eyes. 

You choked in response, trailing your tongue along his length. He didn’t necessarily taste bad, but the lingering sweat and precum tasted salty on your buds. With your mouth stuffed completely, you couldn’t hold back the drool that spilled out and down your chin.

“That’s it. I knew there was something useful for that mouth of yours.” Dabi brushed the hair out of your eyes, side eyeing you as you groaned around him. The vibrations shot up through your throat, sending a wave of pleasure around him. 

You quickly tore your gaze away from his, focusing on the scarred skin of his stomach instead. You hated this and you would’ve bit him if you weren’t so frightened of the repercussions that would’ve certainly followed. 

Dabi watched you with lazy eyes, peering down at you with a look that could only be compared to a predator stalking its prey. With each thrust of his hips he felt your throat clench around him, wet noises mixing in sync with your terrified sobs. You were a beautiful sight, even with your mascara running down your cheeks and snot coming out of your nose. He hated to admit it, but he had to focus hard on not shooting his load down your tight little throat. 

“There’s no need to be shy.” He rasped, breathlessly before pulling himself out with a plop. A thick trail of spit connected your lips and the tip of his cock. You gulped back air and sputtered, furiously wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Dabi smirked as you fell back onto your ass with a hiss. He knew you were probably thinking that he would let you go now, or at least praying for it. Silly girl. He wasn’t nearly finished with you. 

He bent down to your level, stuffing himself back into his pants. You were angry and disgusted, the light in your eyes darkening when you met his gaze. The instinct to run was back again, and you were fighting against your natural nervous system's desire to flee. 

It was endearing Dabi thought, but futile. Your eyes darting to the door for a moment gave your intentions away. He made quick work to grab you before you could even blink, letting out a deep chuckle at your surprised reaction.  

His hands wrapped around your hips and hoisted you over his shoulder. You gasped at the sudden movement, laying uncomfortably across his shoulder as he moved towards what you would guess was your bedroom. 

“You got what you wanted! Leave now!” Your naivety was cute, almost entertaining in a sick sense. You knew deep down that he hadn’t gotten his fill. Villains were greedy after all and he wanted everything you had to offer.  

You bucked against him, only earning a quick slap of your thighs in response. Dabi stalked into your bedroom, opening the door and throwing you down onto the mattress. You bounced slightly and curled up into the headboard, while he peeled back his jacket and shirt at the edge of your bed. You could barely see him in the darkness, his face staples barely reflecting the moonlight that peaked through the curtains. 

“Please. Please don’t do this. I- I don’t want this.” Your lower lip quivered and you felt embarrassed to be begging him. You were supposed to be a Hero; brave and strong until the very end. But watching Dabi strip in front of you made your bravery shrivel up and shred into a million pieces. 

“That’s too bad, doll. I want this, so I’m going to take this.” Dabi grabbed ahold of your ankle, tearing you away from the headboard and flat onto your back. You kicked your other leg, trying to hit the side of his head with your heel. Dabi expected this, catching your other ankle and pinning it down. Your legs were spread open, leaving room for him to rest between.

He crawled up to your level, watching carefully as you turned your head to the side to avoid looking at his hideous face. “You’re not going anywhere this time.” He hummed, breathing into your neck as you tried to buck him off. 

His lips were rough against the soft skin of your neck, working down to nip where your neck met your shoulders. You tried to distance yourself from the moisture of his mouth, but his body kept you trapped. You bit on your lip at the feeling, which sent tingles all the way to your toes. 

“Stop. Get off!” 

Dabi’s hand traveled down to the hem of your shorts, toying with the thin material before ripping them off in a shift motion. Your panties followed suit, exposing your core to the cool air. Instead of throwing your panties on the ground with your pants, he brought the material up to his nose before sniffing. His eyes closed and he let out a deep sigh at your scent, like it was the best thing he had ever smelt. Your jaw dropped in a mix of shock and pure repulsion. You kicked and slammed your fists against his chest, but your efforts were fruitless. 

“You can fight me all you want, but I’m the only one with the real power here.” He pulled away from your neck to look into your tearful eyes, lowering himself slowly between your legs again. “Remember that the next time you parade yourself around the press.” His hands wrapped around your thighs, draping one up and over his shoulder. The cool metal of his staples skimmed across your flesh, his hands keeping you planted in place. 

“What are - no!” Your mind raced as you tried to scoot back from his head, which rested between your legs. 

Your breathing stunted as you shook your head adamantly, your palms pressed flat at your sides as you tried to resist. His hands stopped you before you got anywhere, keeping you pinned to the mattress while he dropped his head lower, watching you with slitted eyes. 

“It’s only fair that I return the favor, doll.” You were about to cry out, but quickly clamped your mouth shut when you felt his breath against your weeping cunt. The thought of accidentally moaning or gasping at his head buried against you was enough to scare you into biting your tongue. 

Dabi’s bright eyes shifted from your chest, which rose and fell quickly, and down to your cunt. His fingers dipped down to spread you further apart, blowing softly on the glistening skin. He could feel his erection press tightly against his pants, but knew that he needed to take his time. You were going to regret ever standing up from that desk at the Agency. He was going to make sure of it. 

He licked his lips, giving you no time to protest as he rubbed his nose from your little hole to your clit. Your thighs tensed around his shoulder, digging your heel into his back. He grinned, watching as your hands tangled into the sheets. Sensitive. He barely even started. 

You suddenly felt his tongue, which was unnaturally hot just like the rest of him. He lapped at your hole, gathering the slick that quickly bloomed and dragging it up and towards your clit. The wet muscle circled around a few times, hitting every sensitive spot he could find. Your hands gripped the sheets in attempts of grounding yourself, but it did little in blocking out the wet sounds that reached your ears. 

There was nothing you could do to stop him when his finger slid into you, meeting little resistance at your sopping hole. Your back arched, the sound of his tongue licking and sucking at your clit sending your brain into a frenzy. The noises were lewd and exaggerated, giving you no mind to picture yourself elsewhere. Anywhere but here. You thought.  

“Nuh!” Your hand slapped over your mouth when the moan slipped out, realizing the mistake you made immediately. 

Dabi paused to glance up at you, watching you with a crooked gaze. Your terrified pupils were blown wide, lips curling back in disgust. He continued to watch you when he curled his finger, pressing directly into that spongy spot of your walls. Another mewl rumbled in your throat and you tossed your head into the sheets. 

“Not so tough now, eh? And here I thought you’d have a little more fight in ya’, but you’re too busy soaking my face.” He cooed, which only made his voice sound even more raspy. 

He pulled his finger out slowly, savoring in the way you gushed and clamped down on it, almost like your cunt knew that it needed to be filled. He pushed it back in, curling upwards before repeating the same motions. Over and over, he twisted and pulled his fingers, pumping them in and out.  

You moaned louder this time, clenching your thighs around his head and arching your chest. The back of your mind screamed in protest, begging for the assault to stop. Your limbs felt like mush, unable to do much except squirm. 

“Right there? Is that it?” 

He repeated the movement a few more times as his mouth latched back onto your throbbing clit. Dabi could feel your resolve dwindle away with each passing stroke of his tongue, seeing your fists loosen and lips part open in pleasure. Your reactions spurred him on, knowing that you were close to cumming. 

His cock strained behind the confinements of his jeans, still rock hard from earlier. It was pure anguish, but he knew what needed to be done. He would only have to wait a little longer… Just a little. 

“Oh my.” You whimpered. 

Dabi’s tongue swirled as his finger pumped in and out of you, sending you over the edge with a final cry. Your cunt gushed over his face, taking both you and him by surprise when the clear liquid squirted out suddenly. You could feel yourself clenching down on his finger, squeezing the appendage tightly as you squealed. 

Dabi licked up everything he could, giving your clit one last flick as he lifted himself from your dripping heat. “Fuck doll, I didn’t think you’d take that so literal.” He wiped his face with his hands, smiling down at you. 

You blushed furiously as your slick ran down his cheeks and jaw. You didn’t know which was worse, the fact that you had squirted all over him or that you had never done that before. You felt rage that he forced you to orgasm, let alone from his disgusting mouth .   

Your body relented, heavy breaths leaving your cracked lips. You had been so lost in your head that you never realized Dabi lining his cock up with your hole. “No! Get off of me!” Your hands slammed into his chest, pushing against his scars. 

“Relax, waterworks.” He taunted, shooting you a singular glare before pinning your wrists above your head. 

Despite the slick that stuck against your thighs and ass, you knew that his cock was going to stretch you to the max. Your eyebrows shooting up when you felt him run it along your folds, gathering your arousal before prodding at your hole. 

“Dabi! Just give me a sec-” Your breathing hitched when he slammed into you, eyes wide and unseeing as your head flew back into the bed. Your throat let out another piercing shriek at the sudden intrusion. The sheer size of him made your insides burn up, sending a painful twist inside your gut. 

“Fuck.” He grunted. “Should’ve bent you over the desk when I first saw ya’, didn’t realize you’d be this tight.” Dabi’s eyes rolled back as he closed them, savoring the feeling of your tight, wet heat that clamped on him like a vice. 

You cringed back, shutting your eyes and grinding your teeth. 

Dabi rolled his hips, focusing on stuffing you full. You hissed, feeling his cock brush against your cervix. Despite the searing pain, your body was growing accustomed to his size. You could hear the faintest sound of your slick pussy squishing around him. 

 “Oh fuck. You’re suffocating.” Dabi bent down towards you, focusing his attack on your lips. You realized this and at the last second, turned your head away. He didn’t mind, instead focusing on peppering kisses and licks on your cheek and neck. 

Tears welled up in your eyes when you felt his tongue lick at your cheek. You twisted your body, trashing in his hold in attempts to throw him off. This barely fazed him, only making him heat up his palms to get you to still. 

“What would your Hero friends say if they saw you now, doll? Pinned under a Villain; squirming and cumming all over me?” Dabi teased, dropping his pelvis onto yours to hit deeper. 

Your jaw slacked open at the new angle. A sudden burst of pleasure traveling up your cunt and to your head. In response, your jaw dropped to let out a low-whiny moan. You wanted to scream at him, but couldn’t find the courage to speak. You felt powerless in the situation, hiccuping and moaning as he drilled into you. 

“There it is. Feels good doesn’t it?” 

“Fuck. Dabi- ” He shuddered when you moaned his name, feeling his core tighten at the soft whimpering of your voice. Your brows furrowed, desperately trying to fight the feelings that he was delivering with each stroke of his cock. 

“Shit. Look at you, doll. Such a pretty sight.” Dabi felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders when his cock bottomed out inside you. Your tight gummy walls were sucking him in, squeezing him to a point that was almost painful. He never realized that you’d be this much of a slut; so easy and wet, begging to be taken.  

Your eyes rolled back. You were so close, and you knew that you weren’t going to last much longer. You just wanted to focus on the pleasure, not the person that was delivering it to you. He knew instantly what you were trying to do; dropping your wrists and grabbing ahold on your peaked nipple. He gave it a sharp twist, drawing out a sharp cry as he tugged on the hardened bud. 

“Stay with me.” Your hands flew to his shoulders, steadying yourself with his forceful pace. The pads of your fingers traced along his staples before quickly retreating. 

Dabi chuckled, “You can touch them, they don’t hurt.” He moved your arms back over his shoulders, planting them against the textured skin. You whined and shuddered at the feeling of his skin. Every one of your senses were at their max, so sensitive and alert.    

 “D-dabi!” You mewled like a kitten, dragging your nails down his back when his fingers began to assault your clit again.  

“Ah- would you look at that?” Dabi hovered his hand in front of your face, scissoring his index and middle finger to show you the slick that connected the two digits. 

If you weren’t so wound up in the sensation of his cock dragging up and down your walls you would’ve hit him. You only squinted at him, earning a dark chuckle that reverberated against your chest. 

The familiarity of tightness coiled back in your gut, snapping immediately when you saw him lick his fingers clean. The crudeness of his action sent your body over the edge and made you scream out. Your walls fluttered, causing him to drop his hand next to your head for support as his body twitched. 

“There you go.” He hissed. 

You were glad that your orgasm made your eyes roll back, because the look on Dabi’s face would have humiliated you more. He grinned manically, his smile stretching wide enough for him to feel his staples strain to hold the skin together. Your tongue lolling out and drool dribbling down the sides of your jaw was enough to make him peak. 

Your body continued to convulse as he painted your walls white, his cum burning your insides as he filled you. 

“Oh god.” You wanted to protest, but couldn’t. 

“Fuck!” He moaned loud, slowing his pace before pulling out. 

You twitched at the loss of contact, head tilting to rest on the bed as your arms fell from his shoulders. The feeling of his cum slipping out of your abused hole made you tingle, bringing your knees up to curl into a ball. 

“You got what you wanted, now leave.” You managed to whisper, not looking in his direction as he wiped his dick on the sheets of your bed before tucking himself back into his pants.     

His belt clicked as he tightened it back up. “What I wanted eh? Weren’t you the one who came twice? I don’t think we're even just yet, doll.” Dabi closed in on you, dropping beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull your back against his chest. 

You let him guide your exhausted body into his heated one, realizing that there was no point in fighting in your current condition. “We’re just getting started.” He cooed into your ear, nose burying into your matted locks. 

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Enji Todoroki x Reader

Summary: With your marriage arriving so soon, you and shoto needed to gain the approval from his father but with his approval came the old todoroki tradition: the father must sleep with the child’s future partner

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, forced sex, fucked up family dynamics, step-cest (reader is enji’s soon-to-be daughter in law)

Red’s notes: I’ve had this in my drafts for uber long and it’s so fucked up yet so hot I couldn't not share 

You’ve heard little about your soon to be father in law from Shoto. Little hints about him were sprinkled throughout your conversations over the years—but nothing important or noteworthy was ever shared. Having no information about the man you were about to meet was, for the lack of a better word, scary. Enji Todoroki. His name was shroud in mystery. Shoto could go on and on about his mother, brothers and sister. But when it came to his dad, not much was said.

Shoto seemed restless on the drive over. His jaw clenched, thumbs tapping away at the steering wheel. It threw you off, knowing that your usually stoic and calm fiancé was so nervous. Even now as you sat on the couch waiting for your father in law’s arrival his leg was bouncing up and down anxiously. Anxiety was a virus, it spread so easily and infected anyone nearby. Fear that lie dormant in your gut before began to bubble, you could feel the bile rising in your throat as the only door in the room opens.

You heard several pairs of footsteps walk in and your head rose to look at who entered. It was all of the Todoroki siblings. A sigh of relief escaped you as fuyumi, touya and natsuo join you on the couch. 

“Nervous?” fuyumi asks, her face genuinely concerned and you let out a nervous chuckle, “Like you wouldn't believe, Sho doesn't tell me much about my almost father in law so..” 

Touya, who is seated next to Shoto shoves him playfully, “Jesus baby bro, you're scaring my sister in law” he jokes and Shoto says nothing, eyes still planted on the floor. Natsuo mumbles something under his breath before getting up and leaving the room. It seems as if no one else heard with the way fuyumi and touya carry on about how they wish mom could meet you. It seemed like you were the only one who heard Natsuo. 

you should be scared.

The topic of marriage arose and fuyumi casually mentioned how she tied the knot a few years back and touya did as well mere months ago. 

“Is marriage an important family value or something?” you ask fuyumi and she hums thoughtfully, “I wouldn't say that, our family is more traditional than most, before a certain age we must get married” her clarification only makes you more confused. 

“How come Natsuo isn't married then?” you wonder, the room is quiet, the air is stagnant somehow it feels as if gravity is pressing down on your very soul at that moment. 

“He doesn't want to follow tradition.” Shoto states simply. You're turning to face him, you're eager to know more. 

“What could possibly be so frightening about marriage?” You say, voice lighthearted and curious. 

“It’s not tradition he's afraid of, it’s dad” touya says, fuyumi  glares at touya from across the couch and at that very moment the door is opened rather harshly. The handle bangs against the wall and the jarring sound makes you jump. There he is. That monster of a man is standing in the doorway, arms folded in front of his chest as he walks over to where the two couches are settled.

He takes a seat in the one in front of you and the three todoroki siblings stand and bow, you fumble to follow behind them, your bow was late and sloppy while theirs was clearly organized and practiced. Enji Todoroki looks a lot different than you imagined. His hair was short and spiked upwards, blue eyes beady and cold, his frame muscular; outcome of having trained it up for years. 

“Shoto, I’m glad you decided to come, I’ve missed you my son” Enji says, his voice gruff and deep. It sends chills down your spine. 

“Father- there is much I want to say to you..” Shoto begins and Enji allows him to continue speaking, “I simply came here as a formality, I just wanted you to meet her, not for the ritual to take place” he says and you're confused, head turning to Shoto for some answers. 

formality? ritual? 

“If you think you intend to leave here without it taking place, you're mistaken.” Enji says, he stands and walks around the couch, his large hands rest on your shoulders.

“E-excuse me, Mr.Todoroki, what is the ritual?” you squeak out, you're sure if he was in front of you, you'd never have the courage to ask.

“Shoto, what the hell? You didn't even tell her about it before coming here?” Touya says, voice raising at his younger brother.

“I was trying to protect her..” Shoto whispers and that terrifying gut feeling you have is back, it gnaws away at your stomach until it twists into knots, you feel sick.

“The ritual, is one which takes place every todoroki wedding, to truly become a member of the Todoroki household you must become one with the name itself, to do that one must give themselves over completely to that names original owner” Enji says, his hold on your shoulders is released as your mind tries to desperately make sense of the words.

“What..I don't..”

“Put simpler, you must conjugate with me.” 

“Dad please...I love her..” Shoto begs and Enji huffs out an amused puff of air. 

“This is the only way, if you want to be married, then you’ll do as the tradition says”

Enji walks around the couch and stands in front of you, he holds out his hand and you place your smaller one in his, Shoto’s fingers run through his hair and pull on it anxiously. Enji slowly walks with you out the room. He takes you to a room that seems oddly placed compared to the others. You’re confused, you want to find shoto but his grip is so strong it silences any thought of rebellion instantly. He unlocks the door and inside is nothing, the room is completely empty except for a single bed.  

You’re completely unnerved. He let’s you go and shuts the door, he sits on the bed and pats the space next to him, encouraging you to sit. You do.

“Mr.Todoroki...I...I’m scared, what’s going on?” you ask, your eyes glued to your hands that stay perfectly folded in your lap.

“We’re going to have sex” he says straightforwardly and you lift your head slowly, waiting for him to say it’s a joke. But he doesn't.

“But- I’ve alway had plans on saving myself for Shoto...o-on our wedding night, I don’t want to disrespect your traditions but..I won’t have sex with my fiancé's father” you state, voice gaining a little bit of confidence at the end. 

He grips your chin in his hand, your eyes meet his and the look in them makes you want to run and hide, he isn’t a man. He’s a monster. 

“My dear, the moment you stepped foot in my house was the moment you lost your right to choose.” 

A knock on the door makes you jump as the Todoroki siblings file in one by one.  Shoto is last, his hair is messed up as if he’d been pulling on it relentlessly, his eyes are red and his cheeks are visibly wet. 

“Sorry..y/n I’m sorry, but this is the only way” Shoto whispers and he turns around, defacing you as his siblings approach where you're sitting and begin undressing you. Shoto flinches as he hears your screams of struggle and panic. He can feel his heart sinking into the depths of his gut and tears fill his eyes once more. You fight desperately to keep your clothes on but they tear them off of you, leaving you in nothing but underwear. Your eyes begin to water as you cover yourself up with your arms, trying to hide as much as your body as you can. 

“Now now, you should know who I am and what I’m capable of, surely you don’t think hiding yourself with those twigs you call arms will stop me” Enji gloats, narcissistically parading about his own strength. He tears your arms from in front of your chest and pins them above your head. The Todoroki siblings tie your hands with a dark red rope that feels itchy and rough against the skin on your wrists. 

Enji pries open your legs and leans down to be eye level with your pussy. The man’s serious face is enough to still your writing for a bit as he hums. One of his thumbs pulls at the lip of your cunt, exposing more of the sensitive flesh to the man’s beady cerulean eyes. His thumb presses down against your clit and you jump, a soft mewl escaping shamefully from your lips at the sudden touch. 

You hear a thud and see Shoto leaving the room and disgust for yourself fills your gut and all of sudden you could hardly breathe. You in took and exhaled shaky breaths and fuyumi takes a seat on the bed next to your head, she shushes you and pets your head softly. 

“It’ll be okay..shh don't worry” she says in a soft voice with a gentle smile and you look past her with tear filled eyes to see Touya standing against the wall with a hard-on pressing against his pants. 

“Please..help me I-fuyumi please” you beg and she presses a kiss to your forehead. Enji begins rubbing circles over your clit and your hips raise off the bed, against your own will. You shake your head back and forth with small pleas falling from your mouth as the coil of heat tightens in your tummy and just as you’re about to cum he pulls away and you whine. He chuckles, 

“Silly girl, don't you know you're only meant to cum for your husband?” 

You hardly get what he means but even so, the fact that you were going to cum just from having your clit played with a bit by the father of your soon to be husband was extremely humiliating and taboo, extremely taboo. And yet, here you were, cunt slick with your own arousal, pussy clenching anxiously around nothing as the desperation, the need, to be fucked was eating away at your morality.

Enji shuffled out of his pants and suddenly you felt a wave of anxiety pass through you. You peered down from between your legs and saw the monster that was his cock resting between your folds. It was huge. Thick, with veins lining the shaft. The head of his cock was cherry red and angry, it leaked a few drops of pre-cum from the slit and you could feel the bile once again rising in your throat. The previous haze of arousal you had simmered down into a deduction of pure horror. You squirmed. Fat globs of tears and snot running down your face as an attempt to stop what was happening. But your movements were meaningless as he pressed the head of his cock against your weeping cunt and pushed in. You yelled. You screwed your eyes shut as he pushed in until he was fully seated inside of you. It burned and it hurt, felt like being torn apart. You yelled out for Shoto. You screamed his name as his father began roughly fucking you, not minding the calls of his son. 

After a while however, you cried not because of the pain but because of the pleasure. His cock was so thick he had no need for precision because he seemed to hit every spot that managed to melt your mind into a puddle of goo. Shamefully, your cries turned into ones for “Enji! Oh gods! Enji fuck me harder!” and less for your beloved Shoto. 

It felt sinfully good, sex with your fiancé’s father, the thought alone had your cunt squeezing down on the girthy cock like a vice. Your vision was blurring from the tears that began form in your eyes, every thrust he made rocked the bed into the headboard. Slick drooled from your cunt and formed a pool under your ass, the head of his cock brushed against your g-spot with every thrust and you couldn't hold back the desperate plea to cum. Enji hissed as he announced the arrival of his own orgasm. You were teetering on the edge right as he came inside of you, leaving your cunt throbbing and unsatisfied as he pulled out. He stood up with and walked around the bed to untie you. 

He kissed your cheek, 

“Welcome to the family.”

#tw dubious consent #tw: noncon #red writes— ੈ♡˳ #enji smut #enji x y/n #enji x reader #enji x reader smut #tw: dark content #TW: Dark fic

[malewifetouya]

𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖞, 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘 𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐

Synopsis: you and Touya became friends when you were kids, until one day he had to leave. Years later, a beast in the forest makes its home near your village, and you’ll find out who the real monster is.

• Fantasy au, werewolf x human romance, childhood friends to lovers

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Characters: Touya Todoroki, Goto Imasuji, (mentioned) Enji Todoroki, Rei Todoroki, Fuyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki

Warnings: bullying, sexual harassment, misogyny (neither done by Touya), mass murder, vaginal sex, oral (fem receiving), size difference, Goto is a creep here so if you like him, this might not be for you

Written for @candycandy00 for the League Of Villains Horror Anthology.

Title is a reference from a Hellsing Abridged quote by Team Four Star.

She was like the moon, and he, her wolf- always circling, his shadow cast in her moonlight, waiting for love to break free with the stars.

N.R. Hart

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You met Touya Todoroki when you were thirteen.

All your life, you had lived in a large town named Deika Village, located near a forest. You grew up with a fairly normal childhood, went to school with the other kids.

However, you had a secret: you and your family were witches. Your parents used their magic to help the village, making the crops prosper and kept the town safe from natural disasters or illnesses.

Nobody knew about your family secret because if people found out, you’d all be killed for witchcraft.

So, you put up the image of a non-magical child, and blended in with the other children, who got along with you.

Except for one kid.

His name was Goto Imasuji. He was tall for his age, had unruly blonde hair and onyx eyes. What stood out the most was how bulky he was, which earned him the nickname “Muscular”.

He called you mean names, pushed you around, and pulled on your hair. You don’t know what you did to piss him off at such a young age, but out of all the other kids he targeted, you seemed to be his favorite to harass.

Oddly, despite calling you “uggo”, he didn’t seem to like it when you interacted with other boys and would intimidate them into not talking to you anymore. You didn’t understand why, and just chalked his behavior up to him thinking girls were inferior to boys.

You tried telling the teachers, but they would dismiss you with the same excuses: “boys will be boys”, “just ignore him and he’ll leave you alone”, or, “if he’s mean to you, that just means he likes you” (there was no way in hell you believed that one, considering how many times he called you ugly).

Eventually, no one wanted to hang out with you anymore and would join Goto in bullying you, their fear turning into adoration. You were ostracized and excluded, the only kid with no friends.

That all changed when one day, you would meet a boy your age with snowy white hair and ice blue eyes.

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It was a chilly autumn afternoon when a family of six passed through your village, stopping to spend a few nights.

The family consisted of a husband and father named Enji Todoroki. He was an imposing man with spiky red hair, piercing blue eyes, and a permanent scowl etched on his face. His wife, Rei, was a beautiful woman with sleek white hair and warm gray eyes.

They had four kids; three sons and one daughter. The youngest was Shoto, who was no older than five, with dual colored hair that split right down the middle and heterochromic eyes. You rarely got to talk to him, but whenever you saw him, you’d always give him a polite wave.

The middle son was Natsuo. He looked just like Enji but had Rei’s palette. Out of his other three siblings, he had the most easy-going personality that was almost contagious.

Their only daughter, Fuyumi, was one year younger than you but you envied her looks. She had clearly inherited her mother’s beauty, with red streaks in her white hair, and was just as kind-hearted.

And finally, the eldest son, Touya. What stood out about him the most was how short he was for a boy his age. Despite how frail he looked, he was surprisingly strong and agile. Personality wise, he was reclusive and seemed to prefer being by himself.

The only way you met him was when you caught Goto picking on him for his height. You had stepped in and told your bully to back off, threatening to tell an adult if he didn’t stop.

The blonde menace glowered at you and called you an insult, but left like you told him to, not wanting to get in trouble, grumbling as he stomped away.

As soon as he was gone, you were about to ask Touya if he was okay, only to be met with a glare, like you had personally offended him.

“I didn’t need your help! I could’ve handled him!” He yelled indignantly.

Wow, rude.

“You’re welcome.” You replied sarcastically, turning up your nose at him as you stormed away.

You decided you’d never talk to him ever again, but fate had other plans, seeing as how the next day, Goto shoved you to the ground and shouted at you for interfering yesterday. Just as he was about to kick dirt in your face, he was suddenly pushed by a pair of hands and you heard a familiar voice.

“Leave her alone!”

You looked up to see none other than Touya, standing over Goto with his fists balled and teeth bared. You both made eye contact, and you could’ve sworn you saw his expression soften upon seeing you.

Before either of you could say a word, Goto stood back up and tackled Touya, bringing his fists down repeatedly. Touya was able to dodge his blows using his arms as a shield, but you knew that wouldn’t stop Goto.

With a surge of adrenaline, you leapt to your feet and kicked the bigger boy right between his legs.

He let out a pained wheeze, immediately clutching his groin, and with his hands occupied, you took the opportunity to punch him in the face as hard as you could. You then grabbed Touya’s hand and helped him up, running the both of you away to safety.

Once you two were far away enough, Touya pulled his hands out of your grasp so he could clutch his knees, worn out from running.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Although you knew the correct response would be to thank him, you felt like being petty.

“I didn’t need your help. I could’ve handled him.” You replied snarkily, repeating his own words back at him.

Whether or not he knew you were being impudent, Touya rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Yeah, you really looked like you had everything under control with the way you were on the ground.”

You crossed your arms and looked away from him. “Whatever, it’s not the first time I’ve dealt with him and it won’t be the last, so don’t think he’ll leave me alone just because you told him to.”

You expected him to scoff again, or make another snarky remark, but he went silent instead, which prompted you to look at him again. He actually stared at you with concern.

“He treats you like that a lot, doesn’t he?” His voice sounded like he had seen this type of behavior before

You nodded solemnly. “Has for a long time.”

Your response caused him to tense up, thinking about all the times he had seen his father treat his mother the same way Goto treated you.

“I’m sorry.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in confusion. “What are you sorry for? It’s not your fault.”

“I know that!” Touya huffed, “I just feel bad that you have to deal with him everyday and nobody seems to stand up for you”

You sighed. “It’s not that nobody won’t stand up for me, it’s that those who did were threatened or hit by him.”

“That doesn’t mean you should have to be used to it.” Touya replied softly.

You felt your throat tighten and your eyes burn with tears.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t.”

What happened next was a blur; you collapsed to the ground and broke down crying. Suddenly, a warm pair of arms enveloped you, and a hand was gently patting the top of your head.

From that day on, you and Touya became friends.

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By the time winter rolled around, Touya and his family left.

You were devastated. Despite his brief time in your village, Touya had become your closest friend. You two were practically attached to the hip, hanging out from morning until evening. You already had no friends to begin with thanks to Goto’s influence, and Touya didn’t either since he and his family were treated unkindly by your village for being outsiders.

The best part about being friends with Touya was Goto left you both alone, knowing that if he bothered one of you, the other would scare him away, knowing he couldn’t fight the two of you (he didn’t forget what happened to him last time and still resented you for giving him a bloody nose).

You revealed your magic to Touya, knowing he wouldn’t judge you, and in return, Touya opened up to you about what his family was like behind closed doors, how his father bribed Rei’s parents into letting him marry her, the way he physically abused Shoto, and neglected his other three kids, including him.

You were understandably horrified but now finally understood why Touya didn’t want you hanging out at his temporary house. He probably wanted to protect you from the monster that was Enji.

Despite your protests, Touya would beg you not to tell anyone else about his father. You didn’t understand why, but looking back, he was most likely afraid of what would happen to him, his siblings, and mother.

You even offered to let him stay with you for the night, but he’d always respectfully decline. Secretly, a selfish part of you wanted to share your room with him, because you had developed a crush on him. Though you both were comfortable enough to hug and hold hands, you wondered what it’d feel like to cuddle him, to listen to his heartbeat while he played with your hair until you both fell asleep.

The day Touya told you he and his family were leaving was the same day you were planning to confess your feelings for him. You never got the chance to because you cried in his arms while he apologized and sobbed with you. You both tried to enjoy your last day together, but it was hard to be happy when you knew you’d never get another moment like this with him ever again.

The next morning, you woke up early so you could say goodbye to Touya before he left. You wanted so badly to tell him how you really felt, but if he didn’t feel the same way, you didn’t want to ruin your friendship and part ways on a bad note, so you hugged him one last time, told him you’d miss him, and watched him leave your village with a broken heart.

You’d never forget the boy with crystals for eyes, who was the best part of your life.

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As time went on, you grew up, and now that Touya was gone, Goto had resumed teasing you, only his insults had changed. He made inappropriate remarks about your maturing body, touched you intimately just to make you uncomfortable, and possessively referred to you as “his girl”, like you were his girlfriend instead of his victim.

One day, he went too far and groped your rear end when you weren’t paying attention. That was your final straw.

You told a teacher, but when confronted, Goto replied that he had accidentally bumped into you. Unfortunately, the teacher believed him, and as soon as you were both alone, he cornered you with his burly arms and threatened you to not snitch on him ever again or he would “do something worse”.

You didn’t know what he meant, but the dark look in his eyes was enough to scare you into submission, so you nodded and promised to keep your mouth shut.

He smirked in satisfaction and called you a good girl. You wanted to throw up and slap him across his smug face.

As soon as he let you go and left, you ran outside until you reached the spot you and Touya first met and had an emotional breakdown.

You wished Touya was here, so he could comfort you while you told him about what Goto did and then kick his ass later. If Touya was still here, Goto would’ve never bothered you in the first place, and you might have been spared from being humiliated and threatened by him.

You hoped he would come back to you someday.

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Ten years passed and you were now a full grown woman in your twenties.

After your parents died of old age, you inherited their house. You had given away most of your childhood belongings to the younger kids and whatever belonged to your parents had been buried with them.

You adjusted to your new life and became a waitress at a tea shop. Although your boss was a strict, middle-aged woman who grated your nerves, she paid you well and the tea shop was a peaceful place to work in, so you stuck around.

You were happy. You liked your job, you liked your pay, and you liked the customers.

Except one.

Even years later as adults, Goto still continued to torment you. However, he would continually ask to bed you, and you always turned him down. Your rejection didn’t dissuade him, and he refused to take your no for an answer. It was like he was hoping that you’d eventually change your mind if he wore you down enough.

To make matters worse, a year after your parents died, some unknown beast made its home in the forest near your village.

It made itself known when it mauled anyone who trespassed onto the area it marked as its territory. At first, everyone thought it was a bear, until a survivor said it wasn’t. Although they didn’t get a clear look at the predator, they claimed it was larger than a bear, and ate its victims. The bears in your forest were herbivores.

To appease the creature, the village leaders offered criminals as sacrifices, and in return, innocents were spared. Nobody knew about the sacrifices, not even you. This was done purposely so the crime rate wouldn’t go down, lest your village lose people to offer as food.

What was most odd about the monster was that it was only active during full moons.

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“For the last time, Imasuji: I’m not interested.”

“Aw, why not, sweetheart?” Goto asked with a fake pout. The audacity of this man.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you were mean to me when we were kids?” You hoped your sarcasm was obvious.

Goto only threw back his head and laughed in response. “Y/n, that was the old me! I’ve changed.”

At least, that’s what he believed. You had seen the way he treated other people, especially the men who were nice to you, and nothing about him changed. He was still the egotistical brat you knew since childhood. The only reason nobody ever called him out for his behavior was because they were either too scared or regarded him as some sort of deity simply because he was the best hunter in the village. He also had a few women who were infatuated with him, and you had to endure the scathing looks they gave you out of jealousy.

You even had other people try to convince you to give Goto a chance, claiming he’d make an excellent husband who’d be able to provide for you (and any future children).

If only they knew what a walking red flag he was.

“Imasuji, either order a cup of tea or leave if you’re just going to waste my time.” You seethed. As much as you wanted to smash a teapot over Goto’s head, none of the fine china belonged to you and therefore, weren't yours to damage.

Goto regarded you with cold eyes and a lecherous smirk, “Your parents never taught you your role as a woman. You need a man to put you in your place.”

Rather than humor Goto by wasting your time arguing with him, you excused yourself behind the shoji. You could really use a hot cup of tea.

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When you were finally allowed home, you walked to your backyard where your vegetation was growing. One of the stalks was drying up, so you looked around, and when you were certain there was no one else around, you whispered a spell incantation and the plant grew rapidly.

Not only did you grow fruits and vegetables, you also grew flowers. The most abundant were your nemophilas. They were a beautiful shade of blue, almost similar to the eyes of-

You shook your head, not wanting to get emotional over your childhood friend. You couldn’t help but wonder if he thought about you the way you thought about him.

If only you weren’t so distracted, you would’ve noticed the pair of obsidian eyes watching you from the shadows.

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The smell of brewing tea seemed to overwhelm you as you entered the shop the next morning. You chatted idly with the customers, which helped distract your mind from yesterday’s nostalgic memories, and you were confident your day would go smoothly.

Until a certain blonde walked in and soured your mood.

As usual, he flirted with you, despite how busy you were, but what caught you off guard was when he said:

“Marry me, y/n.”

You had nearly dropped the tray you were carrying. It wasn’t even a question; it was more of demand, as if your feelings didn’t matter to him.

“Why do you want me to marry you? Why should I marry you?” You asked, appalled.

Goto smirked, “Because you’d make a fine wife for me. You wouldn’t even have to work here anymore,” he gestured to the shop surrounding him. “All you’d have to do is stay home, cook, and clean.”

He then leaned forward, leering. “And give me children.”

“W-what?!” You spluttered.

“I prefer sons, but if we have daughters, I’ll teach them to be future wives for their husbands-“

“No.”

Goto went silent, and you could’ve sworn you saw his face twitch before he quickly smiled again, only it didn’t reach his eyes.

“You didn’t even let me finish-“

“You don’t need to, Imasuji.” You snapped. “I don’t want to marry you and I never will, so just drop it already.”

Goto’s grin became more menacing, and he leaned down to make you feel smaller. You hadn’t felt this scared of him since the time he threatened you to stay silent.

“I’d reconsider your answer if I were you, y/n.”

Despite the warning bells going off in your head, you were too prideful to let yourself be intimidated by him.

“Or what?” You challenged.

There was a shattering sound, and you realized he had gripped his cup so hard that the glass broke, tea and blood leaking from his fingers.

“Or you’ll regret it.”

Don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it don’t push it-

“I’d regret marrying you rather than staying single for the rest of my life.”

You heard a gasp, and, to your embarrassment, saw that the whole shop had been watching you and Goto. Everyone looked at you like you were the crazy one instead of the creep invading your personal space.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Goto snarled, and then turned around to leave the shop.

Before anyone could berate you for turning him down, you bolted to the shoji and felt yourself having a panic attack after what happened.

You couldn’t breathe, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest, and you had begun to cry. You grabbed one of the zabutons and clutched it for comfort, the soft fabric bringing you back from your hysteria. Finally, you began to calm down, and did breathing exercises, your heartbeat slowing down.

Suddenly, the shoji opened quickly, revealing your agitated boss and making you gasp. She looked down at you with annoyance.

“What are you doing back here? We have customers!” She yelled shrilly, seemingly uncaring of the tear tracks on your face.

You stood up and hastily wiped your uniform, “Sorry, I had a breakdown and needed to be alone.”

Your boss stared at you critically before sighing in irritation. “Fine, you can go home early. Can’t have you crying in the tea.”

You chose to ignore her passive aggressive remark and thanked her for letting you leave. You quickly made your way home, ignoring the curious stares from the other villagers. Luckily, Goto wasn’t one of them. You didn’t think you could handle another panic attack, especially outside for everyone to see.

Once inside your house, you locked your door and closed the curtains to the windows. Although you hadn’t seen Goto since this afternoon at the tea shop, you still felt paranoid that he’d be outside your home.

You retreated to your bedroom and changed into your nightgown, figuring a nap would help calm your nerves. Under the safety of your blankets, you fell asleep immediately, hoping you’d feel better when you woke up.

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You were awakened to the sound of fierce knocking at your front door.

Jolting up, you stood from your bed and walked to your window, peaking through the curtains. Outside, were some of the villagers and the leaders, holding torches and rope.

You felt uneasy, especially since it was already nightfall. Had you really slept that long? And why were there so many people at your front door this late?

The knocking became more aggressive, and you knew if you didn’t answer, then your door would be kicked down. Grabbing a red silk robe, you covered yourself since you were still wearing your thin nightgown. Normally, you would’ve changed into more appropriate clothes, but you had a feeling they wouldn’t wait any longer.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” You yelled impatiently, hoping the villagers heard your agitation. You unlatched the locks and opened your door ajar, keeping as much space possible between you and your unwanted visitors.

“May I help you?”

“L/n, step outside, please.” One of the leaders said, leaving no room for argument.

“Why?” You asked suspiciously.

“Step. Out. Side. Please.”

Not wanting to cause trouble, you did as told and walked out your door. You stared up at your leader, trying not to look as nervous as you felt.

“L/n, we’ve received word that you might be a witch.”

You did a double take. “I’m sorry, what?”

“We heard from Imasuji that he caught you using magic outside your house.”

The fiend himself appeared from the side of your house, arms crossed and smirking. You had a feeling why he would accuse you of witchcraft.

Unknown to you, he had followed you a few nights ago and saw you whisper the spell incantation to make your plants grow. Your refusal to marry him was the final push for him to decide that if he couldn’t have you, then no one could.

“That's a lie, I’m not a witch.” You responded. Your leader didn’t look convinced, and forced himself, along with and Goto, inside your house for inspection, despite your protests.

At first, they didn’t find anything that looked suspicious, like potions or animal familiars, so you assumed you were safe, until Goto came out of your bedroom.

“I found a spell book!”

You felt your blood turn to ice. It was your family’s spell book that had been passed down for generations. At this point, you knew there was no point in lying because you had been caught.

“Okay, fine, it’s a spell book and yes, I used magic to make my backyard grow faster.” You admitted, “That doesn’t mean I’m an evil witch! I’ve only used my magic for good.”

The crowd began cornering you and you felt multiple hands grabbing you, tying your wrists behind your back. That would explain the rope.

As you were escorted out of the village, everyone cursed and spat at you, saying you deserved to die and that you were going to hell.

You had never felt so betrayed.

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There was a full moon in the sky, giving you some light as you were led out to the forest.

It was bad enough you had a shitty day, now you were having a shitty night.

After walking for a few more minutes, you arrived at a large tree, far away from your village. You wondered if you were going to be hanged because of the rope, but instead, the leaders began tying you to the trunk, binding your arms behind you.

When you asked if you were just going to be left outside all night, you were then told of all the previous criminals before you who had been offered as sacrifices to the beast, and you were horrified.

You vowed that the leaders wouldn’t get away with their sins, but they laughed you off and, as one last act of defiance, you spat in one of their faces.

Now, you had been left alone to die at the claws of some unknown monster.

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The monster himself raised his nose to the sky, smelling fresh blood in the distance. His stomach rumbled with hunger and he took off on all fours.

Ever since he marked the forest as his territory, he couldn’t control his primal instincts and had accidentally killed a few people in his starving frenzy.

Then, one night, he saw a man tied to a tree. The animal in him dominated his humanity and all that was left of the poor soul was a mangled, bloodied corpse.

From then on, during every full moon, he would find someone left out for him to eat and he would be satisfied for the rest of the night. Humans were more filling than animals.

The smell of blood became stronger as he neared his prey, and drool began flying off his muzzle as he ran faster. He growled with excitement.

He couldn’t wait to devour his next victim.

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You pulled at your binds, trying to free yourself, but it was no use. The more you strained, the more the rope dug into your skin, leaving red, painful welts.

You knew there was no point in calling for help. There was no one else around, and all you’d do was attract an animal, or the beast itself.

You hoped it wouldn’t find you, or would ignore you instead of eating you alive. You’d rather stay tied to the tree and die from either starvation, dehydration, or exposure than be mauled to death.

Despite your resolve to stay strong, you felt your eyes begin to water at the shittiness of the situation you were trapped in. Your family secret discovered all because you refused to marry your childhood bully, finding out that the village leaders were murderous sociopaths, and neither of them would be punished, while you were paying the consequences for their actions.

Your head snapped up when you heard the sound of twigs snapping and large footsteps approaching you. The birds in the trees across from you flew away, panicked.

Oh god. It was coming for you.

You finally began to openly sob. Why bother keeping quiet when it knew where you were? You prayed that your death would be quick.

Then, from the trees emerged the creature itself. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped your mouth, eyes widening in horror.

It looked like a wolf, but it was bigger than a bear and stood on its hind legs. Its fur was white with gnarled, purple scars underneath its eyes, covering its lower face and neck, all the way down past its collarbone. Its chest, arms, and legs were a patchwork of fur and scars. But the most striking feature was its glowing blue eyes.

Its muzzle formed into a snarl, drool dripping from its sharp teeth. You could see the black, protruding claws from its fingers. You didn’t know which looked worse: the fangs or talons.

It lowered itself on all fours again and began to slowly approach you, as if taunting you. By now, you were loudly weeping, thinking about all the friends you’d never see again. You wanted to live a long life and die peacefully in your sleep from old age, not like this.

The wolf-like beast sniffed you, its nose pressing against your body. You cringed and looked away, feeling like your personal space was being violated. Why was it dragging this out? To antagonize you?

Suddenly, it jolted its head back, as if electrocuted. It stood on its hind legs once more to get a better look at you. Then, its eyes widened in realization.

“Y/n?”

Your eyes flew open in shock and you turned your head to look at the bipedal wolf, jaw dropping. It just spoke to you, and it knew your name. Did it know you? And did you know it?

“How do you know me?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“Y/n, it’s me, Touya.” It replied in a masculine voice.

You felt like all the air left your body at the mention of the familiar name. There was no way this giant apex predator was your beloved childhood friend.

“Stop tormenting me,” you demanded, though your tone sounded more like a plea. “You’re not Touya. Don’t lie to me!”

Its face looked genuinely hurt but it gently grabbed your chin with its thumb and index finger so you were face to face. Despite its large claws, it was careful not to scratch you.

“Look at me, y/n. Look at me and you’ll see.”

Despite your better judgment, you did as told, studying its face. Even with the pointed ears and muzzle, something about it did look familiar.

Then, you stared into its eyes, and memories of a blue-eyed boy whom you fell in love with invaded your mind with flashbacks.

“…Touya?”

The wolf smiled and nodded his head, “Yes.”

“But how?” You asked, “You were human when we met but now you’re…”

Unable to figure out what exactly he was, your voice trailed. Touya, however, didn’t seem offended, and let go of your chin. “Let me get you out of these ropes before I explain everything.”

He circled around the tree and slashed your binds with his claws, never once grazing your skin. With your arms free, you began to rub your sore wrists as Touya entered your field of vision again.

“First off, I’m a lycanthrope, also known as a werewolf.” He explained, “I only take this form during full moons. My entire family are werewolves, too. Lycans are born, not made.”

“Why didn’t you tell me when we were kids?” You asked, feeling somewhat hurt that he kept such a big secret from you.

Touya sighed, “We’re not supposed to tell humans about our kind, or they’d probably try to kill us all.”

There was a few seconds of silence before you threw yourself at Touya, wrapping your arms around his middle while crying into his fur.

“I missed you so much, Touya.”

Touya stiffened, taken aback by the sudden hug, but then relaxed and wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up so your feet were off the ground. He inhaled your scent, familiar with the pheromones since he first met you.

“I missed you too, y/n. I thought about you everyday after I left.”

You heard a swishing sound behind Touya, and peeked over to see his large white tail wagging. It was cute, knowing he was this happy to see you again.

Touya placed you back on your feet but neither of you pulled away from the embrace. You had to look up at him due to the height difference. It was then you remembered the scars littering his body.

“These scars… how did you get them?” You asked before realizing you may have overstepped a boundary. Luckily, Touya didn’t look angry, only sad.

“When I came of age, I left my family and traveled to find a new home. I ended up in a forest called Sekoto Peak. Another village saw my werewolf form, and lit the forest on fire in an attempt to kill me. I survived, but was left with these burn scars.”

He shuddered as he recalled the heat, how the fire was so hot that it turned blue. Had he not found a creek and jumped in the water, he would’ve been cremated.

You felt tears roll down your face, which Touya wiped away with his thumbs. “Oh, Touya…”

“It’s okay, y/n,” he said gently with a soft smile, “they don’t hurt me anymore. Now, I have a question for you: why were you tied to a tree?”

You were the last person Touya thought would commit a crime. You were feisty, that he knew, but he couldn’t see you doing anything illegal or immoral.

Your face twisted into a scowl as you looked away, “Remember Goto Imasuji? He accused me of witchcraft because I refused to marry him.”

There was silence as Touya processed what you said before his shock was replaced with fury. His fur bristled and he bared his fangs, though you knew his anger wasn’t directed at you.

“He fucking WHAT?!”

You hadn’t seen him this pissed since the time he caught Goto bullying you. Funny how both times were because of him.

“He caught me using magic on my crops, which was stupid on my part, but I thought I was alone.” You confessed, “Goto saw me, told the village leaders, and when they invaded my home, they found my family’s spell book.”

Touya snarled with rage. How dare the leaders leave you to die, all because a man felt entitled to have you? He was going to make them pay, especially Goto.

“I’m going to kill them all.”

You opened your mouth to protest, until you recalled not only how terribly Goto treated you, but the leaders and the entire village.

Your anger began to rise as you remembered how they all betrayed you, and now you hated everyone. If they saw you as an evil witch, then you would become what they feared.

“No, we’re going to kill them all.”

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Back at your village, the residents set your house on fire to “cleanse” their town from your magic. The leaders had gathered around to celebrate your demise. Goto had stolen a few of your clothes for himself when nobody looked.

There was a scream from someone, and everybody ran to the source to see a large, white bipedal wolf sprinting full speed, with you on its back, before coming to a stop.

“She’s alive?” Goto asked in disbelief. You glared down at the blonde man. Your red cloak billowed behind you in the wind, the color matching your hatred.

“Yes, I’m alive, but you won’t be.” You promised darkly, “Before I enact my revenge, I want everyone to know that your leaders have been offering our people as sacrifices to the beast.”

There was a gasp in the crowd, and you continued, “And the only reason I was accused of witchcraft was not because Goto Imasuji cares about the village, but because I refused to marry him.”

Goto snarled and pointed a finger at you. “She lies! Do not believe this monster!”

You narrowed your eyes coldly at the blonde. “No, Imasuji, the real monster is you.”

“Do you have proof of your accusations against us, witch?” One of the leaders asked accusingly, and this time, Touya spoke up.

“Me, for I am the beast they have been offering sacrifices to.”

Everyone gasped in horror, and Goto raised his spear. “The creature stands before us with the witch! Don’t just stand there, kill them!”

Before he could make the first move, you extended your hand and blue flames shot out, engulfing Imasuji. He screamed in pain as the fire consumed him, until he was reduced to a charred corpse.

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“Touya, I know this is asking a lot from you but I need you to remember the fire you were in.”

The werewolf shifted uncomfortably and you sighed. “I know you don’t want to, but in order for me to use my magic, I need to absorb the memories of the fire. Do you trust me?”

Touya went silent, and you feared he was going to say he didn’t, until he finally spoke.

“Yes, I trust you.”

You smiled reassuringly and placed your hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes and you felt like you were experiencing what he went through:

The heat from the flames, the gorgeous yet deadly blue color, the smell of smoke, the excruciating feeling of your skin burning-

You pulled away with a gasp as you were brought back to the present. Touya looked distressed, his eyes still tightly closed, so you reached up to gently rub his ears. He immediately relaxed and his chest rumbled, like he was purring.

Releasing his ears, you concentrated all your magic and a small blue flame ignited in your palm.

You extinguished it and Touya knelt down so you could climb on his back. You held on to the fur on his nape as he ran through the woods to your village.

They had no idea what they were in for.

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Your village erupted into screams as everyone, including your leaders ran, terrified that they would suffer the same fate. You jumped from Touya’s back and set a blazing ring of fire surrounding your town so no one could escape.

“You know what to do, Touya.”

With a growl, the werewolf sprinted after anyone who was too slow, and whoever wasn’t mauled by him was burned by you.

Eventually, the chaos went silent, and what was left of your village was ash and dead bodies. Touya stood beside you, his white fur covered in blood

A few children came out of their houses, yawning and rubbing their eyes, to see what all the commotion was. When they saw the corpses, they began to cry and wail in grief.

You felt you heart break with guilt, and Touya looked remorseful, too. As inhuman as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to harm a child.

Quietly, you whispered a fatigue spell, and watched with relief as all the kids lay down to sleep for the final time. At least they would pass peacefully and not have to live the rest of their lives as orphans.

With no one left alive, you summoned a weather incantation and thunder rumbled in the sky as a steady downpour extinguished the fire.

Climbing on Touya’s back again, you both headed back to the forest.

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Touya came to a stop at the tree where you were tied and you jumped off, hugging him again, “Thank you for helping me, Touya.”

“Of course,” he replied, hugging you back, “You deserved justice.”

You knew eventually you and Touya would have to depart again, so you did what you should’ve done years ago.

“Touya, there’s something I have to tell you.”

You felt him tense up before he asked, “Is it good or bad?”

You laughed quietly, “Depends on how you react.”

“Alright, what is it?”

You looked up at him, still keeping your arms wrapped around his waist. “When we were kids, I developed feelings for you. I wanted to tell you, but then you and your family moved away, so I never got the chance to.”

Touya didn’t say anything, and you expected him to pull away from the hug and tell you he didn’t feel the same way. Instead, he looked down at you with wide eyes.

“You… you liked me?”

You smiled and shook your head. “No, Touya, I loved you.”

There was a familiar swishing sound, and you looked behind Touya to see his tail wagging again. “I’m glad you told me because I felt the same way about you, too, y/n.”

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest from happiness. “You loved me, too?”

Touya smiled and reached a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Knew I did the moment I saw you kick Imasuji in the crotch.”

You let out a watery laugh as your eyes brimmed with happy tears. Standing on your toes, you pressed your lips against his muzzle, catching him by surprise. In return, he leaned down and affectionately licked your cheek, making you giggle.

He pulled back to look at you tenderly, and you felt you core begin to heat up, making you rub your thighs together. “Touya, make love to me.”

Touya raised his eyebrows, “Right here? Right now?”

You nodded, unable to wait any longer. “Yes, I want you, Touya, in every way possible. Please, touch me.”

Upon hearing your plea, something primal awakened in Touya. Not the urge to hunt, but the urge to claim. He gently tilted your head back and lowered himself to lick your neck. You ran your fingers through the fur on his nape in encouragement, and he lightly nipped at your throat with his teeth. He slowly removed your robe and nightgown, letting the garments fall to the ground around your ankles.

When he finally pulled away, your eyes were hazed with want, and you looked even more beautiful to him. He suddenly became self conscious about his appearance, worried that the scars would turn you off, so he spun you around until you were facing the tree.

You looked back over your shoulder to see him get down on his knees, hooking his claws in the waistband of your panties to pull them down. You gasped when his cold, wet nose nudged against your clit. Bracing your arms against the tree, you arched your back.

You heard Touya growl in satisfaction and he used his thumbs to spread your folds apart, revealing your pretty pussy to him. Unable to wait any longer, his tongue licked up and down your slit.

You moaned and rested your forehead against the trunk, grinding your hips against Touya’s face from behind. He moved his hands up from the back of your thighs to cup your buttocks, massaging the supple flesh in his palms. He hummed at the taste of your fluids, the vibrations stimulating your inner walls.

Touya felt his cock harden and stick up, leaking precum. Slowly, he pulled away from your folds, a trail of his saliva and your cum connecting to his tongue. You were about to whine about the loss of contact, until you felt him lightly bite your ass cheek, making you yelp. Touya chuckled with your glute still between his teeth, before he let go and licked the bite mark he left. He trailed his tongue up your back as he began to stand up.

He stood to his full height, hands gripping your waist as he pressed his tip into your opening. You whined and he stilled, his mushroom head halfway in.

“Tell me you want it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want, y/n.”

You looked up at him from over your shoulder and grinded your ass against his length. “Please, Touya, I want you inside of me. Make me yours.”

That was all he needed to hear. He slowly pushed himself in you, grunting in pleasure at how tight you felt around him. Your mouth dropped open in a loud moan, feeling so stuffed and full. His girth filled your walls, and the long length touched a certain spot inside that made you see stars.

Touya paused, waiting for you to get adjusted to his size before he began to slowly thrust himself in and out. Your feet were dangling off the ground as his large hands encircled your hips. You stretched your arms above your head, nails scratching the bark.

Despite his large size, Touya was careful not to hurt you. Even though his animalistic side wanted to dominate you, he knew you were still human. Your submission was enough to satisfy his inner wolf.

A particular hard thrust caused you to throw your head back and moan, exposing the side of your neck. Unable to control his primal urges, Touya’s fangs elongated and he bit down on the soft flesh. Your eyes rolled upwards at the mix of pleasure and pain.

Touya pulled away, licking the bite mark he left on your neck, then suddenly maneuvered you so you were leaning back against him, his arms under your legs. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind as he fucked you in a standing full-nelson.

Sliding his arms up further until the backs of your thighs were resting off his inner elbows, Touya’s hands crept up to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers. The sensitivity made you mewl, grasping the fur on his neck. You felt like something inside you was going to burst, and you knew you were close.

“T-Touya, I’m-“

You didn’t need to finish your sentence, because Touya brought his long tail around and rubbed your clit with the tip, making you scream in ecstasy as you and Touya both reached your climax together.

Once you both came down from your high, Touya gently lowered you so your feet were touching the ground again but kept his arms wrapped around you, knowing you were too jelly-legged to stand. He then sat down on the grass, pulling you with him so you could sit in his lap.

You snuggled your face into his furry chest, sighing contentedly. Although the night air was chilly, his pelt kept you warm. Something was still gnawing at your mind, so you looked up at your beloved.

“Touya, why didn’t you let me look at you?”

You saw Touya’s jaw tighten, and you worried you may have ruined the mood, but his hand reached up to stroke your hair, tucking a few damp strands behind your ear.

“I thought my scars would make you change your mind about me.”

There was a vulnerability to his voice that ached your heart, and you sat up to straddle him so you both were face to face.

“Touya, your scars don’t disgust me at all. I love all of you, and I hope you can learn to love yourself the way I do.”

Tears began to well up in Touya’s eyes. For years, he wanted his family, especially his father, to look at him, only to be denied that wish. Yet, here you were, looking at all of him with the love and adoration he longed for since he was a child.

You kissed his forehead and gently pushed him down so you were on top of him while he lay beneath you, looking even more ethereal as he stared up at you. You began to grind your pussy against his hard-on.

“Let me make you feel beautiful, Touya.”

Slowly, you sheathed yourself onto his cock. Touya threw back his head and gritted his teeth, hands coming up to grasp your thighs. Once he was fully inside of you again, you began to slowly bounce on his length.

You heard Touya mutter curse words, knowing he felt just as good as you did. He thrusted upwards into you, matching your pace. When he opened his eyes, he saw your breasts bouncing and pulled you down closer so he could lick one of your nipples, making you whimper. His hands traveled down to cup your buttocks in his palms, claws ever so slightly digging into the plush skin. You yelped in surprise when he spanked your ass before massaging the mounds afterwards.

You felt your second orgasm approaching and rubbed your clit against Touya’s pelvis for friction. He pulled you down into a tight embrace, your face buried into his chest as he gave one final thrust, making you both cum at the same time.

Exhausted, you collapsed on top of him, his cock still inside you. You rested your head in the crook of his neck as his hands ran up and down your sides in a soothing manner. You would’ve fallen asleep in his arms until he asked you:

“Would you like to live with me?”

You perked your head from his chest, staring at him unbelievingly with wide eyes. “Live with you?”

Touya removed one of his hands from your waist so he could scratch the back of his neck, feeling shy. “I don’t have much of a place to live but I could take care of you. I know how to hunt and-“

He was cut off when you kissed his nose, “Of course I want to live with you, I’d love that more than anything.”

You heard Touya’s tail thump against the ground as he wagged it, and he licked your cheek, making you giggle at the sudden affection. He helped you stand and put on your nightgown and robe for you, before getting down on all fours, allowing you to climb on his back.

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Touya ran past the forest until he reached a hot spring waterfall and leapt to the other side, soaking you both wet. You climbed off his back and saw a rocky wall. Just as you were about to ask, Touya moved a large rock covering a hole that led to a cave on the inside.

You stepped in while Touya followed and closed the gap. At first, all you saw was darkness, but then the ceiling and walls began to glow with blue lights. Your jaw dropped in amazement and Touya chuckled.

“Those are glow worms. They’re bioluminescent, which is how they’re able to make their own light.”

He then grabbed your hand and led you down the rest of the cave while you admired the glowing larvae that resembled stars.

You suddenly recalled a fond memory of the time Touya told you about his fascination with the stars, and you’d both lay out at night to stare at the sky while he pointed at every constellation.

You were snapped out of your reminiscing when Touya softly called your name, and you saw his den. One side had a pile of fur and pelts, which you guessed he slept in, and on the other side was another hot spring surrounded by a pool of water. At the end was a keyhole that filtered water from the other side. Thankfully, it was small enough that you knew neither man nor animal would be able to swim through, giving you and Touya privacy.

Although caves were usually cold, the steam from the hot springs kept the air warm, so you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about winter.

You made your way over to his fur pile and sat down, feeling the soft pelts between your fingers. Touya sat down with you, looking shy.

“So, what do you think?”

“I think it’s beautiful,” you replied dreamily, “and I can’t believe I’m going to live here with you.”

Touya sighed in relief and pulled you into his arms, nuzzling his face into your neck. You hugged him back and giggled when he licked your cheek again.

“I’m happy you’re here with me. I was lonely for so long.” Touya admitted. You kissed his nose and rested your forehead against his.

“You’ll never be lonely again, Touya. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Touya’s tail wagged and he pulled away from your neck, looking at you with a serious expression. “Y/n, will you be my mate?”

You blinked in surprise, and Touya worried he may have rushed things, until you straddled his lap, smiling at him.

“Yes, Touya, I will be your mate.”

You watched as Touya’s pupils dilated and he leaned down again to lick your neck. You tilted your head back in submission, and he began to remove your garments again. He gently pushed you down onto the furs once you were naked and hovered above you.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

Placing your legs over his shoulders, Touya slowly entered inside you again, and you arched your back off the pelts, moaning as he filled you. He grabbed your wrists, holding your arms above your head as he began to thrust in and out.

This was different from the first time he took you. This felt more intimate now that he was allowing you to look at him.

Touya lowered his head to lick your nipples, making you whimper in pleasure. His pace sped up, the sound of his cock hitting your wet pussy drowned out by his grunts and your moans that echoed all around the cave.

Sensing that you were close, Touya brought his free hand down to rub your clit with his paw pad, your vision going white as you came all over his fingers and cock. Touya’s chest rumbled as he spilled his seed inside you and collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.

Slowly, he pulled out and picked you up in his arms, carrying you to the hot spring pool to clean yourselves. The water was warm, and you leaned against Touya as he washed you down with a sponge.

When you both were cleansed, he carried you back to the fur pile and laid down, resting you on top of his chest. Just as you were about to fall asleep, Touya spoke again.

“The sun is coming up, I’m shifting back into my human form.”

You lifted your head and watched as the fur on his body receded, though the scars remained. His ears shrunk to normal size, his muzzle shrinking inwards to form a normal nose and mouth, and lying before you was a human man with familiar white hair and blue eyes.

“Aw, I’m gonna miss your tail wagging.” You teased.

Touya softly laughed and brushed a wet strand of hair behind your ear. “This won’t be the last time you see it.”

You smiled and finally got to kiss his lips before laying your head on his chest. “I’ll have the rest of my life to see you in both forms.”

Touya kissed the top of your head. “Forever.”

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[deebris]

Redemption

Todoroki Clan x Todoroki reader

Synopsis: You're the twin sister of Shoto and save him and Endeavor from Toya.

Warnings: violence, profanity, unstable family, trauma.

Words: 2k

Being the daughter of a superhero came with a heavy burden to carry. But being Endeavor's daughter was what made it that much harder. The ambitious and hostile man managed to destroy the mentality of almost the entire family.

Your deceased brother, a psychologically unstable mother, and even the insecurities created at home were his fault, and his alone. But even knowing that, all the cruelty he did to you and your siblings, even after all the horrors, all you wanted was to see him proud for just a moment.

Your Quirk gave you the ability to control and create water. And to say this was a surprise was an understatement. You remember well when the first traces of your powers started to show, you were only 4 years old at the time. A brief trip to the doctor had made everything clear, it was as if her parents' powers had merged into one. While his twin brother Shoto had the ability to control both ice and fire, in you they manifested together. The heat of your father's fire nullified the ice of your mother's power, resulting in a Water Quirk.

Your father didn't meet many people with quirks similar to yours during his lifetime, so his ignorance of your powers allowed you much more freedom than Shoto to explore your abilities on your own. As he didn't understand, he preferred to leave you aside, focusing on training Shoto.

Your father became completely obsessed with making your brother a hero that surpassed All Might. The little attention you received from him in childhood, in the first few years after discovering your powers, is totally gone with the passage of time. You suspect he was only interested at first because he was perplexed by your quirk, it was pure passing curiosity.

The memories you have of your father are mostly painful. You always tried to maintain a relationship with him, to get closer to him. Even when everyone was revolting against the man, you kept your criticisms of him to yourself and stood by him. Sometimes when you had your moments alone, you felt terrible for trying to defend him, when all your dad did was look down on you. You were stupid, he was right about that.

You always dedicated a gift to your dad on his birthday, Father's Day, Christmas. On all the damn dates, but he didn't give a shit about you or your birthday. You don't know why you care so much about pleasing him, about making him proud. It didn't make any sense. Your rational side told you to ignore it and move on, but your emotional and dumb side told you to try. Trying to be the child he wanted so much, but you never quite knew how to do it.

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08/08, 21:47 - Enji's birthday.

You were in the living room watching TV while waiting for your dad to come home. You had spent all morning preparing his birthday present.

At the age of 8, your grammar was not the best, so you asked your older siblings to help you write a letter. Natsuo scowled and strongly refused to help you, which made Fuyumi scold him for the way he spoke to you.

But your sister, sweet and kind, sat with you at the kitchen table to help you write. At the time you noticed the sad looks she gave as you put the beautiful words addressed to Enji on paper.

Shoto didn't mind helping you color a drawing that went with the letter, he even had a little fun in the process and made you finish the gift faster. You thought your dad would be sad that no one got him a present, so you did your best to make one.

You went over your bedtime just to hand him the gift. You've been waiting for him to walk through the door while watching a show on television. And as soon as you heard the lock on the door being unlocked, you jumped off the couch in excitement.

You ran up to him and stopped in front of him as you held out the gift.

"Daddy, look. Happy birthday! I made it myself!" Fuyumi gave a slight smile upon hearing your little lie, but she really didn't care. She thought it was cute, actually.

Enji took a good look at what you had and took it out of your hands. You watched excitedly as he opened it and skimmed through the contents in silence.

"So this is the kind of crap you waste your time on, y/n?" you immediately got scared after his scolding.

"While you could be training to get stronger, would you rather distract yourself with crude drawings?"

Natsuo bristled with shock upon hearing his father's words. And your brother was very, very furious, but remained silent, just like Fuyumi. He mentally thanked Shoto for already sleeping. Both your siblings were so sorry for you. How dare he say those things after all the dedication you've put into it? Fuyumi felt terrible remembering the words full of love you wrote in the letter.

"Don't give me more stuff like that again. Don't waste your time with trifles, that makes me waste my time too." He crumpled up the drawing and letter in one of his fists and threw them into the kitchen wastebasket.

By this time the tears were flowing freely from your eyes. Were you a waste of time? Is that what he said? When the first sobs were heard Natsuo took one of your little hands and decided that it would be better to put you to sleep, he imagined that this way you would forget and wake up better the next day. But he knew it was going to hurt you for a long time.

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But right now, at this very moment, you've seen an unseen version of your father. Dabi's revelation caught everyone off guard. Was he Toya? Was Dabi your brother that everyone thought was dead? Endeavor always saw you and your siblings as a mere enterprise, but you noticed he didn't look at your big brother like that now. You saw in his startled look that there was feeling there. He was always such a serious and intimidating man, that seeing him completely frozen hit you hard. You thought you'd never see him so vulnerable.

"Toya!" You screamed and cried for him to stop. You were a baby when he left, but remembering the pictures of him as a child in the family albums and seeing him like this now, a murderer... He didn't deserve this, nobody did. You begged, but he wouldn't stop. "Please!" You wanted him to look you in the face, you wanted to stop everything to hug him. How was it possible to miss someone you barely knew so much? He was your family, your brother. He was alive, this was supposed to be a happy moment, it's not fair.

And as Toya leapt up in a rage to attack Enji, to finally get his revenge, you just wanted your father to move.

"Daddy!" Your hoarse cry was chilling. Bakugou and Deku immediately looked at you in your chaotic state, completely desperate. Meanwhile Endeavor felt his body turning cold, his heart stopping to pump the blood to the necessary places, he didn't want to believe that that was Toya. Alive. It seemed that there was nothing around him, he could only focus on him. He couldn't hear anything else, everything was muffled.

He's going to kill Dad and Shoto.

He's going to kill them and I can't let him.

Move on! Move, dammit! You wanted to move so badly, but your legs wouldn't obey. You wanted your father to do something, but even you can't move your fingers.

Weak. You were a disappointment. You can't do anything.

But then your body decided to take action. And you started to run to them, to save them. You felt your breathing fail and your diaphragm lock, your lungs no longer moved, only your legs. All your energy had gone into your feet. You can't pass out, it's such a short race. Just get out there and help them. And as you ran to your brother and father, Shoto noticed you coming closer with tears cascading down your cheeks.

"Y/n!" Your twin screamed angrily, but you knew he wasn't mad at you, he was scared. "Get away from here!" Both of your hearts fluttering. Him fearing for you and you fearing for them.

Shoto had already given up trying to make Enji react and when he was going to try to stop Toya on his own before you reached them, it was too late. Were you that close? How did you get there so fast? It was the adrenaline speaking for you, taking over your body and giving you strength you didn't know you had. For just a second he looked away. For a second he took his eyes off yours, and when he was about to look at Toya in front of him, he was already seeing you again. You two.

Shoto and Endeavor saw Toya being enveloped by a large wave of water that pushed Dabi back and protected them from the attack.

You made the water come together in a big bubble that enveloped you and Toya. You wanted to break out of the bubble and leave him trapped until him passed out without air, but you felt afraid to pass out first with the panic you were feeling. You tried to take the bubble away, but he was getting close to you. You tried to reduce the bubble's diameter to escape and get some air, but it seems that you didn't have the strength to do that anymore. You can only hold the water there.

Toya watched you. Silly little sister, he thought sadly. why would you do that? After everything Endeavor has done to you. After everything that monster did, what were you doing here? He needed to escape, he needed to breathe. He was going to get his revenge, but you were standing in his way. And if he needed to step over you to get to your dad, he would. He let the blue flames flow through his hands, the heat boiling the water, and both you and he were going to suffer for it.

"Father!" Shoto yelled at Endeavor, rousing the paralyzed statesman to see his two childs struggling. "He's killing her!"

You didn't resist the high temperature for a long time. Toya was already used to the burns, it wasn't even a pinch for him. You weakened and the water dissolved all at once, and you both stumbled gasping for air. Your skin was red and burning like hell. You wanted to scream in pain.

You were weak. You couldn't even do a simple thing. You just needed to hold it for a few seconds and get out of there.

Your breathing hadn't worked for a long time, it was a surprise that you managed to make all that effort in this state. What a horrible time to have an anxiety attack.

Everything was going dark and the last thing you saw was a burning Toya coming at you with a murderous glare. Enji couldn't believe it, all this happened right in front of him, and he didn't do anything. He let Toya hurt you and did absolutely nothing.

As soon as Endeavor saw his son come to you, he prepared to face Toya. Shoto immediately rushed to attack him and get you away from him. Enji wasn't going to allow you to die, he wasn't going to allow Dabi to kill you. For your and Toya. For his children.

Toya grabbed Shoto and started to increase the flames around they two.

"The favorite son killed by the loser!" Dabi laughed like crazy as he held Shoto tighter burning them both. But someone stopped Dabi before he committed a greater tragedy.

Best Jeanist immobilized him and took him away from the twins. And Endeavor, even though he was no longer paralyzed, did nothing.

You protected him and Shoto. That was the last thing he remembered as he opened his eyes and found himself face to face with a white ceiling.

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[animestsstuff2]

A Dragons beauty

Barbarian Bakugou x reader

description: King Endeavour Enji Todoroki has recently traded his youngest daughter Kya to end the almost five year war with the Villianous group lead by a man known as shigaraki. It was agreed that Mitsuki, leader of the Dragon-Blood clan and Endeavours children would wed to join their forces to help defeat Shigarakis clan, a long war which neither were winning nor could continue fighting. Kya was Endeavours youngest child and what he believes to be a failure; all his children were healthy and strong, you however were weak when you were born, small and frail and the picture of your mother who died birthing you. it was a miracle you made it but you had been a bother ever since. when the opportunity arose for him to get rid of you he didn't hesitate, you'd hardly survive anyways in the Dragon-blood clan out in the mountains.

Content warning: forced/arranged marriage, war talk, physical+mental abuse, dysfunctional family, slight age gap (p.s. changed the ages of the todoroki siblings to fit in more with the time period)

Part 1

Master list

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"Kya, your father has requested your presence in his study" Your maid Hana informed. you got up from were you lay in the grass out in the courtyard. A small leather backed book lay in front of you, banded by twine as you looked up from your sketch. You nodded to your maid and got up, dusting the grass off you and picking your sketch book up.

You wandered through the stone halls humming to yourself. You reached your fathers study, knocking on the large oak doors softly. You could feel your stomach twist with growing nerves, it was never ever good when father called you into his study. His gruff voice beckoned you in and you pushed the for open, struggling slightly. You slipped in moving to stand in front of his desk as you bowed your head and straightened back up to see he hasn't even looked at you, still focused on his papers in front of him.

"You called for me father?" You mumbled softly, rubbing the leather book.

"I did, You are to be wed tomorrow morning to Mitsuki Bakugou son Katsuki so we can join forces and hopefully end the war soon" He didn't even glance at you as he dropped the information. Your heart stopped eyes now wide with shock as you opened your mouth.

"W-what? Father what do you mean" You asked, stepping forward. He finally decided to spare you a glance and only tsked at your distraught face.

"You know I do not like repeating myself Kya. The war needs to end and an agreement was made; you will marry Katsuki Bakugou, heir to the Dragon-blood clan so we can bring peace quicker to our people and so no more of our people will have to die" he explained and your chest tightened, your throat closing over as tears welled in your eyes.

"Kya! Do not start. You have a duty to your people and you will marry him its the least you can do being the embarrassment you are to our family" He snapped, standing up from his desk and slamming his palm onto it. You sniffled and turned around, running out of his study and to your chambers.

You threw yourself on your bed, grabbing your old tattered teddy bear and pulling it into your chest, tears rolling down your cheeks as you sobbed into it. You didn't want to marry some savage and be forced to leave your family, even though your father was horrible to you; your siblings treated you with love. You sniffled, wiping your eyes trying to rid the tears but more kept coming. You got up and went to your door, opening it and stepping out as you sniffled and walked down the hall to Fuyumis room. You knocked softly, still sniffling as more fat tears continued down your cheeks.

Fuyumi opened the door with a smile recognising her sisters knock only to be shocked to see your red blotchy face look up at her with teary eyes. Fuyumi immediately pulled her inside and grabbed her arms around her younger sister.

"Kya! tell me what's wrong?" She whispered as she pulled you over to her bed and sat down pulling you down beside her and wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

"Fuyumi! F-Father is ma-making me marry B-Bakugou Katsuki!" You cried through hiccups and sniffles. Fuyumi gasped at the news and pulled you closer. She couldn't believe her father.

"Kya, where did you hear this?" Fuyumi asked, grabbing both your shoulders and turning you to her. You sniffled and hiccuped, trying desperately to form a sentence.

"H-He did! he sa-said I'm getting mar-married tomorrow morning" You cried harder, your chest tight as you gasped and grabbed your dress, bunching it up in your fists. Fuyumi was shocked, unable to form any words of comfort. She pulled your into her as you sobbed into her shoulder. Her hands came to rub your back and shush you, whispering it was 'okay, everything was okay'

You eventually passed out from exhaustion. She carefully positioned you to lay on her bed, pulling her quilt over you as you hiccuped in your sleep. Fuyumi got up, leaving her room as she headed down to the outer courtyard to find her brothers and discuss this mess their father had started. She found her brothers there, practicing their swordsmanship.

"Natsu! Shoto! Father is marrying Kya off to the Dragon-Blood clan" She yelled and both brothers froze, swords dropping as they turned to their sister. Natsu eyes were wide but Photos were narrowed and angry.

"what?!" they both snapped simultaneously as they walked up to her.

"Kya just came to me sobbing saying Father is marrying her off to Katsuki Bakugou of the Dragon-Blood clan" she told them. Shotos face just twisted further with anger as Natsu couldn't believe what he was hearing. They all stared at each other briefly before Shoto turned and pushed by Fuyumi, heading to their fathers direction. The other two siblings quickly followed, running down the cobble halls after their brother.

"Your trading Kya?!" Shoto yelled as he found his father speaking with one of his constables. Endeavours head snapped, face already bunched with anger as he glared at his second youngest. He quickly turned back to his constable and excused him.

"Shoto! don't you dare raise your voice to me like that" He snapped, pupils narrowing into slits as he glared at his son who marched towards him.

"Your trading Kya!? to the Dragon-Blood clan! how can you?" Shoto roared, Natsu and Fuyumi finally caught up, standing and watching the two fight with one another.

"Yes I am and its to end this war! to bring your brother Touya home!" Endeavour shouted, face red as Shoto paused hinking of his brother who was at war; the brother he hasn't seen for almost four years.

"so we lose a sibling to gain another?! You're sick, first our mother and now Kya, you can't just get rid of her because she's like mother I won't allow it!" Shoto growled, stepping forward and shoving his father who stepped back slightly from the unexpected force. Endeavour felt anger swell in his chest as he whipped his hand back and slapped his son.

Fuyumi and Natsu rushed forward pulling Shoto back. Natsu stepping between them as Fuyumi held her brothers face. Shoto pushed her away and met his fathers piercing glare.

"Kya will be wed tomorrow and nothing will stop it. You can either attend and see your sister off or I will have all three of you locked up until she's wed and gone" He growled, glancing at his children and scoffed before walking away. Shoto tried to run after him but Natsu and Fuyumi grabbed him holding him back as he felt tears prick his eyes, chest heaving.

"what will we do Natsu?" Fuyumi turned to her other brother, eyes teary too as they realised they really couldnt do anything to save their sister. Natsu sighed, rubbing his eyes as he looked to his sister unsure of how to comfort her.

“Where is kya?” Shoto asked, still staring off in the direction their father left in. Fuyumi told Shoto that Kya was in his bedroom and all three siblings left to see you.

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Anyways new Bakugou x Reader fic! i love love love barbarian Mha AU especially katsuki fics. Anyways enjoy <3 sorry I changed the prompt of the story

#bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #shoto todoroki #endeavour #natsu #fuyumi todoroki #barbarian bakugou #izuku midoriya #deku #uraraka #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou #barbarian AU

[gglitch1dd]

Blood of my House Pt1

Kirishima Eijiro x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prince Kirishima Eijiro.

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

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

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

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

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

“Whose?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eijiro chuckled. “A lot has happened.”

“Indeed.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And why is that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Glitch1d

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PART FIVE — GENERATIONAL DAMAGE

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

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

word count: 2.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

“Mama?”

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

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[strafepanzer]

plotbunnies that may never come to fruition but are entire books in my mind:

king enji x reader x prince shouto -- you're a princess from another land, effectively sold to king enji for political reasons. he doesn't look your way, marriage never consummated. one lonely night, you discover a hidden hallway in the castle; you follow it down and find the prince locked in a dungeon-- everyone thinks he's dead.

bakugo x reader -- dystopian/thriller??? living off the land commune style. a drug rendered men all over the globe effectively sterile ten years ago... so how did you end up pregnant?

shinsou x reader x bakugo -- dark content!!!!!! villain bakugo cashes in a favour villain shinsou owes him: a night with you. dub/noncon. oneshot.

SOMETHING SOMETHING DUNGEON MESHI

mattsun x reader x makki -- makki babysits your kids for cash while you go to work, when you get home, the kids are upstairs asleep and mattsun is there with makki. fun times ensueeeee!!

that one dad kuroo fic that i started and never finished. daycare educator reader and a CUTE and sassy daughter.

#these are fics i am not working on/ i dont have on google docs #sighhhhhhhhhh #imagine if i could write moreeeee #shut up leese

[takingchences]

ultraviolet pt. 1 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: swearing

In the MHA/BNHA canon, there are already characters named Twice, Momo, and Mina, and all of them are Japanese. As a Kpop fan, I felt compelled to add a Sana to complete the set

series masterlist + face claim

The first recorded quirk was of a baby in Qing Qing City who could radiate light from her body.

That baby later grew up to have her own family, who started their own, and so on. The cycle repeated itself again and again, with each new generation engaging in quirk marriages specifically designed to strengthen the original power passed down to them so many years ago.

The last coupling of a descendant, Yoichi Sakano, and a woman named Suzume Takahashi had produced the strongest holder yet—a daughter named Sana.

And so, our story begins.

Today officially marks the beginning of the rest of my life.

For the next three years, Sana Sakano would be attending the prestigious U.A High, the highest ranked heroics school in the country. After finishing in the top 5 of the recommendations exam, Sana knew firsthand how steep the competition would be. It wouldn't be an easy climb to the top, that was for sure, especially when she knew she'd have to face off against ridiculously talented people like Shoto Todoroki.

The two teens had known each other since they were toddlers, having first met after receiving their quirks. Enji Todoroki had wanted someone to push his masterpiece to his limits and force Shoto to work harder. Of course, Sana's father had no problems offering his daughter as a training partner for the son of the Number Two Hero. Endeavor had initially introduced Sana to the half-and-half boy as "a necessary obstacle to overcome if he were to surpass All Might in the future." But the head of the Todoroki family hadn't anticipated for the human punching bag he'd gifted his creation to strike back as hard as she did.

That first training session had ultimately ended in Sana's loss, but she'd put up one hell of a fight.

At first, the two children couldn't stand the sight of the other. Their fathers weren't arranging play dates like normal parents; no, whenever the two kids were together, it meant pain was coming. They'd been pitted against each other from the start. Not having a chance to properly introduce themselves led to a lot of misunderstandings during their first year of training. But as time passed and they grew to acknowledge and appreciate the other as a person, the rivalry eventually evolved into an unlikely friendship.

Sana checked her phone for any notifications, only to be disappointed that there was nothing from the candy cane-haired male she'd once called her best friend. Something between them had changed, and the peach-haired girl wasn't sure how to make things right again.

It all started a few months ago, with Endeavor canceling their training sessions indefinitely. Since then, Shoto had been more reserved than usual, growing more and more distant. It was like the closer they got to attending U.A, the more he seemed to pull away and withdraw into himself.

Now, Shoto had never been a warm and fuzzy person to begin with. It just wasn't his nature. But there were times that he'd lowered his guard enough to allow Sana to see beyond the ice prince persona he'd built over the years.

Apart from Rei, Sana was probably the only person that knew who Shoto Todoroki really was. They'd grown up together. She'd been by his side during his lowest moments and vice versa. Sana knew all of his weaknesses just as he knew her's. She'd seen the kindness Shoto kept tucked away behind a wall of ice, the quiet passion that burned within his chest. A fire that hadn't been lit by Shoto's father, but in an ironic twist, his mother. A roaring flame that fueled his desire to do good, to be a better man than the poor example he'd been made to follow.

But now there was a chasm separating the two childhood friends. A gaping wound that neither knew how—or on his part, willing—to repair.

Months had passed since Shoto had last spoken to her. Without their weekly training sessions, Sana had been forced to prepare for U.A's recommendation exam alone. She'd seen the dual-haired male in passing during the tests, but he'd coldly brushed her off every time she'd tried to approach him or offer words of encouragement.

"My first day of high school, and I have no friends." Sana pouted, brushing imaginary wrinkles out of her teal skirt as she worried over her reflection one last time. She chose to leave her hair down, but packed a ribbon just in case she needed to tie it back later. This should be fun. She scooped up her backpack on her way downstairs, tossing a strap over her shoulder.

At the head of the dining table reading the newspaper was her father. His pale orange hair was styled perfectly, as expected. A few gray hairs lined his temples. The full plate of food placed before him sat untouched. The light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows cast a glare on his rectangular frames, making his expression unreadable. Sana took a deep breath before taking her seat at the table. Yoichi spared her a glance, clearing his throat to get her attention.

"So, today's the day, huh." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, sir." Sana answered, avoiding his icy blue eyes and picking at her breakfast.

Chocolate chip and banana pancakes, her favorite growing up. They were even arranged into a happy face on her plate. Umi, the head maid of the house, obviously wanted to celebrate the joyous occasion.

"My little sunflower is going to be a hero!" She'd told anyone who would listen for the past week. Umi's endless love for a child that wasn't her's to care for had always taken Sana by surprise. Maybe because she wasn't accustomed to receiving open affection.

Not anymore, that is.

"Kids these days have such foolish aspirations, don't you think?" he scoffed, picking up where he'd left off reading. "Heroes," he said with a condescending laugh. He raised a hand to his lips. "People parading around in ridiculous costumes, calling each other childish names." His hand fell, revealing an empty, practiced smile; the only one she'd ever seen him wear, even in rare family photos or during his numerous appearances on TV.

"They're only trying to make themselves feel more important than they actually are."

Just like you, she wanted to say. Sana swallowed her anger, her knuckles turning white as she tightened her grip on her silverware before forcing herself to relax.

"They're tacky and distasteful, yet you insist on ruining my reputation by chasing a pipe dream." Yoichi lectured, shaking his head in shame. "I thought I'd raised you better. But if setting yourself up for failure is the only way for you to accept your place in this world, then so be it."

Sana lowered her head and pushed her chair away from the table to stand. His sharp gaze followed her retreating figure.

"Leaving already?" He gestured towards her abandoned plate. "You've hardly touched your meal." Sana paused in the archway leading from the dining room to the entranceway.

Moments like these made Sana miss when she was younger, before she got her quirk. The times when it seemed like her mother's love-filled treats could take away any and all pain; from scraped knees and mild bruises to crushed spirits and emotional scars left in the wake of her father's "motivational" speeches.

Unfortunately, Umi's recipe didn't have the same effects. The once sweet meal had turned to ash on her tongue the moment her father had opened his mouth.

"I lost my appetite."

¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*

Rather than taking one of the town cars like her father had suggested on her way out, Sana chose to make the twenty minute trip to U.A High on foot. It was purely out of spite, but she refused to think about that man any longer. She wouldn't let him ruin what was, so far, the most important day of her existence.

Her skin tingled pleasantly as she soaked in the warm ultraviolet rays in the atmosphere. She could already feel her energy levels replenishing what little she'd lost getting ready.

Sana couldn't help but let her mind wander during her peaceful morning walk. She honestly wasn't sure what to expect for the day. No doubt a nationally ranked school like U.A would be different from her past schools. Surely they wouldn't have students attend something as normal as orientation when they could be doing something far more productive. That would be the most rational option, right?

But what would they have us do instead? Sana tapped her chin thoughtfully. Are we expected to start training as soon as the first bell rings?

Up ahead, the front gates of U.A could be seen, the H shaped building piercing the sky. Kids her age and older were hanging around the courtyard, exploring the enormous campus and getting to know each other. Sana passed them all quickly, wanting to reach her classroom and make at least one friend before classes began. She'd need someone to sit with at lunch, since she doubted Shoto could be bothered to do so.

After wandering the halls for a few minutes, Sana finally found the correct door. Class 1-A had a rather large entrance, though she figured it was necessary since the school was expected to provide access for all types of quirks and mutations.

Sliding the door open, Sana was immediately greeted with a few polite hellos that she happily returned. Picking out her desk, she placed her bag in the seat and turned to observe the people around her. Only a small portion of the class had arrived so far. It'd be another fifteen or so minutes before classes began, which gave Sana plenty of time to get to know her peers. In the next row sat a girl with an edgy haircut.

First target acquired.

The girl, Jirou, was a little shy at first, but she opened up more once the topic of music came up. Both Tokoyami and Shoji were men of very few words, so Sana ended up doing most of the talking. Not that she minded, of course. She was used to carrying conversations after spending most of her life with such a stoic boy like Todoroki.

Momo and Iida automatically stuck out as private school types, with their unnaturally straight posture and overly polite mannerisms. Iida, being the more enthusiastic of the two, had energetically greeted the peach-haired girl and shared his hopes for the school year all while performing stiff, robotic movements with his arms. Momo had been more reserved, but just as warm and welcoming as the blue-haired boy.

Sana remembered seeing the girl's spiky ponytail at the recommendation exams.

Mina Ashido, an excitable B-girl with rosy skin, bubblegum curls, and black sclera quickly wormed her way into Sana's heart. The two formed an instant sisterhood after discovering their shared love of fashion, dance, and cherry flavored lipgloss. Mina, being the social butterfly that she is, took it upon herself to introduce Sana to a former classmate of her's named Eijiro Kirishima.

With his scarlet spikes and sunny smile, Kirishima had caught everyone's attention as soon as he'd stepped foot in the room. Standing beside him was a derpy blonde with a black lighting bolt streaking through his hair.

The blonde's eyes lit up after landing on Sana. When he'd noticed the two girls approaching them, he'd nearly short circuited. "Jeez," he rubbed a hand behind his neck, his cheeks glowing in embarrassment. "You're so beautiful I forgot my pickup line."

"Well, you're not so bad yourself, uh...?"

"The name's Denki Kaminari," he held a thumb to his chest proudly. "But you can call me yours." Both girls laughed at the cheesy pick up lines he continued to fire at the peach-haired girl, Sana found the hopeless flirt to be charming in a goofy kind of way. Kirishima, of course, was a precious bean, with his shy, sharktooth smile and obsessive use of the word "manly."

That's it, Sana thought as Mina told the group embarrassing stories from their middle school days, making Kirishima's face burn as red as his freshly-dyed hair. I'm officially adopting him as my child.

Overall, she had a good feeling about Class 1-A... well, except for a pervert named Mineta. Already, he'd tried to peek up the girls' skirts.. Sana had punted the little germ across the room like a football before he could try anything else, much to Iida's horror.

"Next time he tries something like that, I'll blind him," she'd threatened, tuning out the bluenette's long lecture about respect and classroom etiquette and blah blah blah.

Mina gasped, nudging Sana's arm. "Check out the class hottie!" She pointed, not even trying to be subtle. "He's giving off broody, mysterious vibes." Seated in the very back of the classroom was a devastatingly handsome guy with hair split straight down the middle—one half a stark white, the other a rich crimson.

Shoto Todoroki.

"Yeah," Sana agreed halfheartedly, averting her gaze. "Very mysterious."

Gray and turquoise eyes landed on her figure briefly before turning towards the window. Sana could've sworn she felt the temperature of the room plummet a few degrees, much like her spirits.

We'll be seeing each other every day now.

The thought gave her a flicker of hope. Sana wanted nothing more than to have her friend back. He'd avoided her like the plague during their final year of middle school. Sharing a class meant that he would be forced to acknowledge her at some point, so until then, all she had to do was wait.

The classroom had rapidly filled up while the girls had been chatting with Kirishima and Kaminari. When Sana finally returned to her seat a few minutes before the bell, she was surprised to find that a majority of the desks were now occupied, including the one directly in front of her. The only defining feature she could make out was his spiky, ash blonde hair. Sana gingerly reached out to tap his shoulder, only to quickly retract her hand as he whipped around to glare at her.

"The hell do you want, extra?" A low, raspy voice flowed over her, vermilion eyes burning into her own.

Sana took a moment to admire the boy's features. He had a well-defined jaw, though his cheeks still held some baby fat. Straight white teeth were bared in a grimace. His skin was smooth and golden, which further complimented his fair hair and brightly colored eyes. He was very attractive, despite the permanent scowl on his face. He looked familiar too, like she'd seen him before, though she was sure they'd never met until today. I'm positive that I've seen that untamable hair somewhere...

Then his words finally sunk in.

"I have a name, you know." Sana grit her teeth while maintaining a saccharine smile. "Sana Sakano."

His eyes narrowed even more at her response. "You think I give a shit? You're just another stepping stone on my way to the top." He tsked before turning to face the front of the room once again. Plum-red irises glowed faintly as she imagined her eyes burning holes through his obnoxiously large head.

The blonde then proceeded to lean back and prop his feet up on the desk, which immediately earned him a lecture from a certain blue-haired student. "Take your feet off of that desk now!" Iida demanded.

"Huh?" The blonde leaned back in his chair languidly.

With him so close, Sana caught a sweet scent clinging to his hair and clothes. Is that... caramel? She almost snorted at the irony. A sweet smell to balance out the sour attitude, maybe?

"It's the first day and you're already disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!" Iida continued to scold him, not that the boy sitting in front of her seemed to care.

"You're kidding me, right? Your old school put a stick up your ass or were you born with it?"

Sana slapped a hand to her mouth, shoulders shaking with muffled laughter at his brazen attitude. Next to her, Jirou also struggled to hide her amusement. Who is this guy?! Seriously, is he bold or just plain stupid? she wondered, trying and failing to compose herself. He's making enemies before class has even started!

As Iida tried to diffuse the ticking time bomb that was... whoever the guy was, Sana noticed a small, green-haired boy frozen in the doorway, watching the odd interaction with wide, fearful eyes. The two stopped bickering and turned as the class fell into a hushed silence. Everyone was looking at the freckled teen, muttering amongst themselves.

What's going on? Sana looked around the room curiously. She heard someone mention the boy's performance during the entrance exam.

Ahhh, so that's it.

Sana tilted her head, observing the average-looking boy. At first glance, he seemed pretty ordinary. He didn't appear to be a threat, but she knew all too well that looks can be deceiving. Well whatever he did must have left quite an impression.

The broccoli-haired boy, Izuku Midoriya he later introduced himself, was visibly flustered with all the attention suddenly focused on him. Iida walked over to him and the two exchanged a few words. Sana heard a low growl coming from the gremlin she had the honor of sitting behind for the rest of the year. If looks could kill, there was no doubt that Midoriya would already be six feet under.

Hmm. Sana glanced back and forth, noticing a tension between the two. Do they, perhaps, know each other?

A girl with a brown bob and pink cheeks soon entered the scene, throwing exaggerated punches as she babbled happily with Midoriya and Iida. The trio stood in the doorway of the classroom and spoke for a few moments before-

"If you're just here to make friends, then you can pack up your stuff now."

A deadpan, disembodied voice silenced the entire room. Turning slowly, they noticed an extremely sleep-deprived man with long, raven hair lying in a mustard-yellow sleeping bag on the floor.

"They'll really let just anyone in nowadays, huh?" Sana leaned forward to whisper teasingly beside Blondie's ear. When he turned to snarl at her, she gave him an innocent, close eyed smile.

"Welcome to U.A's hero course." The rugged-looking, ebony-haired man fished out a juice box from the depths of his sleeping bag, downing it in one gulp. Sana was both fascinated and horrified by the sight.

Where was he keeping that this whole time?!

The disheveled-looking man reluctantly climbed to his feet and removed himself from the sleeping bag. "It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that." He assessed the class with hooded, bloodshot eyes. "Hello, I'm Shouta Aizawa. Your teacher."

This guy is a Pro? Sana observed him closely, but still couldn't identify the hero. "Right, let's get to it." He rifled through his sleeping bag before pulling out a gym outfit. "Put these on and head outside."

How is he storing so many things in there? Sana was in awe of this man. Is this Hogwarts or U.A?!

#bakusquad #bakugou fluff #todoroki shouto #bnha oc #bnha todoroki #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo mha #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugō #bnha bakugou #mha #mha todoroki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha x fem!reader #bakugo x female reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo my hero academia #bnha angst #mha angst #bnha #Spotify

[kaiisers]

OTHERS ꒰ mix ꒱

꒰ buddy daddies ⸱ fairy tail ⸱ free! ⸱ fruits basket ⸱ kuroko no basket (soon!) ⸱ spyxfamily ⸱ trigun stampede ꒱

none of the following works belong to me. credits to rightful authors. contains mature content, aimed for +18 audiences. reader discretion is advised. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked.

⿻ last updated: may. 01, ‘23

babying kink. ──── enji, thoma, itto, kaeya, ushijima

crème de la crème. ── completed ── 19.6k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ College AU where the boys are transfers from Japan and you’re their English tutor.

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need to know. ──── ukai, keigo

cw. fem!reader, dilf!ukai, coach!keigo, threesome, manhandling, throat fucking, tag team oral, black coded, sweet / nasty talk, headcannons?, impact play, overstimulation, edging, choking, unedited.

untitled. ── shigaraki, gyuutaro ── 2k

cw. Cockwarming, slight overstim, oral (reader receiving), slight nipple play, masturbation mention, panty theft mention, finger sucking (Gyuutaro to tomura), reader is kinda bratty about Tomuras attention

𝐁𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒

meeting his daughter. ──── rei, kazuki

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ SUWA REI

gold rush. ──── 1.5k

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pay attention to me!

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you hope rei doesn’t expect you to just watch him play games all day, you’ll have him wanting to watch you instead.

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⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Spicy time in a tub

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cw. fem reader, cockwarming, degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, creampie

𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋

short s/o. ──── natsu, gray

cw. gn!reader, fluff, crack

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ NATSU DRAGNEEL

accidentally hurting you.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ natsu accidentally injures you during a job

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a knight’s first kiss.

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period pains.

cw. 18+ there's no smut but it is suggestive, tw for periods, sickness, and medical issues

pride.

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general nsfw headcanons. ──── 716

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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄!

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ MATSUOKA RIN

all his. ──── 679

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sweatshirt. ──── 0.9k

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untitled.

cw. sub!afab!reader x rin matsuoka / biting + marking / dry humping / he calls u “baby”

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ TACHIBANA MAKOTO

cuter.

cw. breeding

𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ SŌMA HATORI

heart-thumping, car-bumping. ──── 1.5k

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𝐒𝐏𝐘𝐗𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ LOID FORGER

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𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐃𝐄

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cw. poly!au, wild west!au, bounty hunters, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, masturbation (m), cum eating, finger sucking, wolfwood calls reader 'kid' as a petname, there will be a part 3 where nico gets his moment i promise!

thoughts. ──── vash, nicholas

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ just some thots about the trigun boys enjoy <333

cw. gender neutral! reader, mentions of sm*king, praise, oral, I think I forgot smth but we die like men ig

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ VASH THE STAMPEDE

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⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ vash has never fallen in love—not before you, that is.

cw. mutual pining, slightly jealous vash (of nicholas), confessions, fluff

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cw. heavy on the wild wild west core here, light angst, smut, fingering, needy vanilla sex, domesticity, mentions of alcohol/alcoholism, boot-throwing related violence. 18+ NSFW MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

this is wrong, right?

cw. male masturbation (vash), imagined sex?? (basically vash gets off thinking about reader), reader has tits and a vagina, voyerism (kinda)

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⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you wonder how vash smiles so easily with all his scars, and he shows you

cw. fluff, mentions of scars

vash is sweet.

cw. n/sfw, mdni, bf!vash x afab!reader, oral (afab!receiving), marking

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ NICHOLAS WOLFWOOD

flustering wolfwood.

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ MILLION KNIVES ⸱ NAI

human.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ nai can’t bring himself to hate you—until you almost make him feel human, that is.

cw. gn! reader, slightly suggestive but also not rly, fluff if you squint but also idk if it’s rly fluff, kissing and all that good stuff lolz

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Enough Rope

Royal Gay AU - An alternate universe created by @i-cant-sing​ surrounding Yandere BNHA Characters making up different kingdoms, where in which the Reader's is the daughter of Dabi and Hawks. Though reluctantly; as the relationship is strained by the murder of her mother.

Pairing(s): Sultan! Dabi / Todoroki Touya X Courtesan! Hawks / Takami Keigo || Implied! Barbarian Prince! Bakugo Katsuki X She/Her! Sultana! Reader, Implied! Past! Akaguro Chizome / Stain X Reader's Mother

Summary: It was inevitable that you'd take the throne, you were groomed you're whole life for it. But never did Dabi think you'd have to take it so young. Nor in the matter you took it.

A/N: I wanted to get some vindication, Dabi and Hawks absolutely boil my blood in this AU so I kinda get to be a little vicious. The reader looks like her mum but has Dabi’s eyes, also uses SHE/HER and is referred to as Sultana.

(My addition of Stain + his relationship with her mother are non-canonical to the actual series.)

Warning(s): Character Death/Murder. Blood. Obsessive/Possessive Behavior. Reader is staging a coup. Angst. Cursing. Crying. Parental Death.

... You looked so much like your mother.

The royal colors looked beautiful on you, dripping in golds and silks. Ornate and elaborate, the veil settled on top of your head accentuated the set of white pearls that crowned it. Today of all days, anyone that gazed upon the newly coronated sultana and was absolutely mesmerized by the beauty that was even rule.

You even threw out the traditional blues and were wrapped in a beautifully dyed peachy pink.

Your late mother's favorite color.

In your throne, sat upon the cushion, alongside a blond prince about your age.

While his fingers entwined with one, you lifted the other delicate hand - fingers adorned with your grandmother's rings - to silence the room.

Dabi knew this day would eventually come, that he'd see you become Sultana with conviction and ambition running through your veins. A time he'd hope to be alive to see, with Keigo beside him.

He was still amazed to see it, despite his disdain for the colors you chose and holding that dragon brat's hand just to spite him.

... But as he was in chains, there was little to be done.

His daughter, so frail and weak, usurped the throne from him in one fell swoop.

Her soft little hands dug into his chest to rip out his heart, covering the innocent skin in the blood of his stabbed back. Her soft little self reaching out to the cruelly harmed citizens of their home to call them to her side.

As he looked up at his daughter, who looked almost 10 years older. Her eyes glaring icy daggers through him like he was nothing was perhaps the worst thing of all.

Keigo is bruised from the chains, wings nonexistent, as Enji took care in scorching them down to nothing. He was a mess and struggling, hissing at the guard, who proceeded to slam the man into the floor.

"Show some respect to the new Sultana." Kai commanded, clearly enjoying seeing how the blond practically foamed at the mouth.

"She's my daughter," He hissed between his teeth, "Know your place."

Your gaze sharpened and your voice boomed, "Do not speak, whore, lest I have Akaguro tear your tongue between your teeth."

Dabi briefly mulled over the fact that you sounded so much like him, authoritarian, an intense need to just... Collapse, washing though him as he realized what monster he'd created. He can't speak, he just stared at you.

Keigo looked shocked and indignant at your insult and order, opening his mouth to chide you for language before fingers snapped out and gripped his tongue.

The mercenary was someone deeply close to your mother when they were young, her sense of charity and kindness reached his heart.

Someone that she probably would've married if not for the caste system. He was selfish and he loved her, but keeping her safe from his life of crime meant that he had to let her go... He would.

Akaguro adored you as easily as he did his beloved friend.

So hearing that you were torn apart by the death of your mother, meant he was the perfect sword to point at the opposition.

In pure combat ability, Dabi didn't stand a chance.

Chizome looked to you as your father did.

The latter can see the satisfaction in your eyes, a smile so gentle and relaxed that he wondered how long it had been since he's seen you like that. How long it had been since he’d seen this expression directed at him.

“Let go for now.” You sweetly said, eyes falling over your father.

Before, he took pride in your eyes.

They were blue, the bluest of blue, like his.

As they coldly took him in, as they hardened to ice and threatened to burn him down... He wondered where everything started to go wrong.

You leaned forward a bit.

Your burning gaze didn’t leave him.

Deepening, darkening.

“Do you love me daddy?” You asked softly, so softly that he almost didn’t hear you.

It was shocking, jarring, even more heartbreaking when your eyes instead fill with tears past all the anger.

A sadness that chilled him to the bone.

Breaking his aching heart further.

Especially as your voice trembled, watery.

Just...

Sent a spike of panic straight down to his gut.

Was this why you did it?

Because you believed he didn’t love you anymore?

“Of course.” He didn’t hesitate, didn’t breath as he watched your face.

“Then...” You frown, looking as if you were about to start crying. “Then would you kill for me?”

“Always.”

He meant it.

He’d done it before.

“T - then why do you keep hurting me? Why do you keep hurting my feelings?”

The sob that filled your questions just broke him.

Ripping into his ribcage so painfully that he felt himself feel faint.

“Why did you keep Keigo around knowing I hated him? Knowing that I couldn’t stand him?” You hiccupped, the blond beside you turning to wipe your face with his hands “Is... Is it because you love him more than me?”

“NO!!!” He nearly screamed.

His eyes were wide, manic.

Panic pounding his senses as he realized why you might have done what you did.

That the heartbreak drove you into taking control because you felt unloved.

That he drove you into it.

“Prove it...”

Your blue eyes remained set on him.

There’s cold steel suddenly in his hands, a dagger, long and ornate.

“Kill him.”

A terrified face filled his vision as he turned to his concubine, his former concubine, helpless. He opened his mouth, to beg or plead or speak, Dabi didn’t care. Even as his mind’s eye reminded him of the nights they spent together.

He didn’t love this bastard.

He now knew.

Knew that Keigo caused all of this.

His presence alone made you think that your father didn’t love you more than everything in the whole world. That drove the ugly thoughts of replacement into your lives.

Keigo took you from him too.

He brought the knife down.

Again and again and again and again.

The knife came down in a frenzy, wrenching horrible noises from Keigo’s throat.

Sobs for mercy, of apology.

“Da... bi....”

Dabi slowly returned to his mind’s eye, shaking.

Blood saturated him, from body to hair.

Staring down at the red soaked face of his former lover.

He felt nothing but contempt.

Nothing but hatred pouring through his veins.

A free feeling settled in his heart.

He looked at you, shakily smiling, “See?... I didn’t love him. I could never love him more than you.”

You stared.

Doe eyes wide and soft, still wet and dark.

The smile that graced your lips warmed his heart.

But also confused him.

Why did you look so sad all of a sudden?

“... Darling?”

You didn’t respond and looked behind him, nodding slowly.

“I’m sorry daddy, but there needs to be blood.” There’s almost a shame in you, heavy bags now seen as the light fell from the skylight.

Making you look like the gift from the gods you were.

He didn’t understand.

“And the people have suffered for long enough without retribution.”

Katsuki wrapped his arms around you, tucking you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head.

It made Dabi angry but he was confused more than anything.

“I do love you.” You said quietly. “But I can’t let you live.”

The pain lasted for a moment, just a moment.

He coughed, spitting up blood.

Akaguro’s hands were red, face almost solemn.

Dabi is still looking at you, in the face of his beloved daughter, still with crying eyes and sadness pouring from every pore. The vestiges of his vision begin darkening, body cold.

“I wished things could have been different.”

He did too.

The last thing he saw was the bluest of eyes.

Eyes bore instead by the face of his late wife.

... You really did just look like your mother.

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