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yanderenightmare · 6 months

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Todoroki Enji - Endeavor

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, fantasy AU, orc ! Enji, Elf ! darling, size difference, exhibitionism, public sex, humilation, race war between orcs and elfs

fem reader

Thinking about Orc ! Enji taking the pretty elven princess as his little pleasure-pet after winning the war between their races…

You don’t even know the language, but you know that it’s you the big men around the table are laughing at when you’re eased down on his lap. Uselessly crying while his fat cock bullies its way inside your pretty little cunt.

His hand is large enough to reach around your entire neck, while yours can't even reach around one of his fat fingers, let alone do anything at all with enough power to stop him. But though he’s very able to pop your head clean off, his hand settles for simply collaring you – squeezing your throat for fun, but more in an effort to keep you still as he aims himself against your taut opening.

And you’re sweating just from the fear of it despite the many failed attempts of breaching you – you know he's not going to stop trying until it's done. Able to peek down at the towering monstrosity, how it's blushed red and wet and swollen to a size bigger than your arm, rubbing itself against your slit, making you shake at the friction – feeling his thick ridges and veins catch on your clit where it grows even bigger and thicker against your stomach.

His other hand holds your thigh up, showing everyone how his cockhead smudges a kiss into your pussy-lips before finally pressing the fat bulb inside you – making you wince with wet cries as he slowly forces every last meaty inch inside your pretty elven pussy until he’s made a proud belly bulge protruding from your body as though he’s put a baby in you already.

You can only guess that he’s the leader – the way everyone pounds their fist on the table, cheering and hollering once he has himself bottomed out inside you. Your eyes lazy with tears as you pant with moans, gulping for breath with your little pink tongue lolled out like a dumb bitch in heat – chin resting on his thick pointer finger where drool starts dribbling down from the corner of your mouth.

He feels you go completely slack and lets go of your throat, laying you against his chest instead. You would have barreled over if it weren’t for how your hands had been tied together and hung around his strong neck like a necklace, keeping you there – pretty tits heaving with sweat – cute things, smaller than his balls.

He picks up your other thigh, spreading them wide – showing everyone how good he stuffs your cunt – lifting you up and down the length – making you feel torn in two where you clench around him in hopes of staying whole. Moaning like a brazen slut with tears spilling down your cheeks and drool running down your chin, making everyone there coo and chuckle – grinning at the sight of their leader making a bitch out of the pretty elven princess whose kingdom they’d just conquered.

You’re just his dumb little cock-pet from now on – chained to his bed and made to take care of his needs every time he gives your collar a tug. And it's the same with all your pretty brothers and sisters – put in cages to please his army while they plunder more of your land and round the rest of you up – only for every last one of you to be subjugated to the same cruel fate.

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fablesofkitkat · 2 years

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(18+) extra pov: domestic moments at 5:00 AM with Enji

genre: nsfw

minors do not interact

synopsis: what if instead of Rei, it was you who married Endeavor? early conversations with Enji.

I don't know how you do it, making love out of nothing at all

-Air supply

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You stretch yourself on the bed as you wake up, pulling a muscle on your foot. The pain is instantaneous, resulting to your curled position. Are you that old? Getting cramps from a simple stretch? You couldn't contain the groan and whimper escaping from your lips. This wakes the sleeping giant beside you.

"...whuzwrong?" his voice sleepy and gruff.

"Foot cramps."

His eyebrows scrunched up and with eyes still closed, he sits up. His hand padded its way blindly to your thigh, squeezing for a second and he props up your leg to his lap. He attempts to grab your foot.

"Don't you dare—" you warned Enji.

His hand is large enough to make your feet small. He cradles your aching foot and gently flexed it. Relief flooded you. The pain seeped away. "This is new. Have you been wearing tight shoes?"

"No."

"...are you sure? Your feet size grew after you had Shoto."

The heat in his palms enveloped your foot and you sighed in contentment. "I'm sure."

"Maybe you're low on potassium, go see a doctor." He mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed. Enji placed both his palms on either side of your foot, gently pulling the right side of the foot forward while pushing the left side back, then left side forward and right side backward; he repeats the twisting motion, working his hands from ankle to toes.

"No, you go see a doctor. You're long overdue for a check-up too." You feel drowsy once more.

"It's Touya who needs a check-up. His new burns looked terrible despite the hero suit you invested in."

Your eyes narrowed. "What new burns?"

His eyes snapped open at his slip-up. The grimacing look he put on made the misplaced anger in you fade. Damn, this crusty old man. When did he get so adorable?

You looked heavenward and thought of your eldest. You never thought you'd consider about whooping his butt, but here you are. "What am I gonna do with Touya? Why can't he be moderate with his quirk."

"There are new heroes every day. Someone will be faster than Touya. Or wiser. Or stronger. He thinks he needs his chance in being Number One has a limited time window. It won't be long til he starts to feel the ache in his knees, feel the clunkiness of his movement, or notice how fatigue comes easy to him as he grows old. Since he was a kid, it didn't matter how much he bruised himself up to complete a day's training."

"Sounds like someone I know." You lift your arms up at him, inviting him to press himself into a hug.

His head rests on your chest while his arms lift your back so he could hug your waist. Your legs are apart to make room for him and then finally, he rolls his body with you lying on top of him.

"Fuyumi also worries me." Enji opens up; his hand is on your hip, the other on your back.

You look at your husband, propping your elbows up on his chest while your chin rests on your knuckles. "Why? Did something happen to Yumi??" Your forehead creased in worry.

"Don't you ever wonder why our daughter hasn't brought anyone for us to meet?"

"Like a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?"

"Yes." The grudge in that word did not go unheard.

You grin at his sour-puss expression. "One, you're very intimidating. Two, speak for yourself. How do you know I haven't met her special someone?"

"You did?"

"Well, not formally. There were no introductions. It was just me seeing them one time at the movies."

"You were at the movies without me?" His tone accusing.

"It was the time you left in the middle of our date." You sit up on his stomach, knees astride. You poke a finger at his chest. "You know I never watch a movie without you, there's no one to sleep with me."

His hands creep to cup your ass and you think none of it. You try not to. You and Enji are in your late 40s. You're in that weird phase where you try to second guess suggestive touches because of age. Will this lead to sex? Or not? You and Enji are a bit old so maybe not. Sometimes you and Enji don't feel like it but the habit sticks. It's comforting.

"You ever think of things we do while we go about our day?" asked Enji. He lifts you up a little for him to sit and he gets to makeout with you.

"All the time." You admitted, breaking away from his lips. You go back for more, your tongue felt small compared to Enji's.

"I'd be on patrol and remember your moans, or how wet you get grinding on my lap like right now." His kisses are controlled, not sloppy. For now.

You absentmindedly ground your hips on his thighs. Arms around his neck, a hand raking through his hair and the other scratching at the back of his neck. "I touch myself whenever..." You kiss his cheek, and proceeded to whisper in his ear. "But it's not enough— my fingers are too small and I miss you inside."

Enji has moved on to your neck while his hands pull your pajama pants along with your panties down to your ankles; you move a hand to wiggle them off. You thought wearing pajamas would help you and Enji refrain from sexual activities. It was a futile attempt.

"Can you imagine how warm and wet you are?" He suckled on a spot on your collarbone, stubbornly grabbing a bit of your skin to nibble. "What it does to me?" He palms your slit and the feel of his thick fingers that could just slip inside, gave you tingles. "It's a flood down here."

You bite the inside of your cheek, his smug smile makes you wanna smile too. "You started massaging my foot."

"Ah, so the noises you made were intentional." He pressed his lips on yours, his tongue winning and reaching the roof of your mouth.

You rub against his calloused hand wanting a finger to slip inside. When your silent plea is ignored, you push Enji down. Kissed his lips once, nails scratching from his chin, to his hears, down his neck, his furred chest to his stomach, edging the garter of his boxers. You tug his tank top upwards up to his chest. You smiled prettily, "Bet you make a noise before I'm done with you."

"Bet I could." Of course he won't back down.

You make him bite at his tank top and then proceeded to feel at his chest, the crisp curly hairs always felt good against your naked skin. You leaned down, laying kisses on his puffy pectorals. Kami, his chest looked bigger than yours. His nipples are tantalizing enough for you to bite and nibble.

His hand come up to his mouth to cover but you noticed. You raise an eyebrow at him.

Reluctantly, he brings it down and settle to gripping the sheets or a pillow.

His hard-on has been poking your ass so you settled your pussy on it directly, separated only by his boxers as you began to grind. Your hand trace lazy circles on his chest while you sucked at either nipples, the action addicting and rewarding with his hardening and squirming. The tip of his cock is peeking out of his garter and it felt so good against your cunt.

You rolled your hips chasing the feeling. He tugs down his boxers and fell into your rhythm, rubbing each other like a pair of horny teenagers.

It felt ridiculous. And forbidden. It made every sensation hotter. Even the noises. You stop grinding and you knew it almost made Enji groan in frustration.

You grab his shaft, smearing the precum on your entrance. Getting stretched out was something you savored these days and midway, Enji stopped you. He lifts you up and reached over the bedside table to grab the lube for his cock.

You're bombarded by mixed emotions. It stung your pride to need the lubricant but at the same time, your heart is soft and malleable because Enji remembered what the doctor said. "Fuck." Your eyes teared up.

His mouth lets go of his tank top. "What's wrong?"

"You know, I just—" You try to gather up your thoughts. "I don't blame you if you cheat on me for a younger woman. I don't want my body to stop making it feel good for you, but here I am."

Enji's arm is under your knees, and the other on your back, cradling you on his lap once more; you're very much aware of his lubed up, very much hard, dick pressing against your hips but he treated his lust unimportant and proceeded to kiss the side of your head. "You took it as that? For me, it stabs my pride to need lubricant. It's as seem like my skills is not enough to make you feel good as before."

"You're fine without the lube. It's me. I'm getting old and gets hurt without it for sex."

"Exactly. You'll be hurt without it. It's not like we can't fuck."

"Yeah, but isn't it a hassle for you?" You cross your arms, and let the tears flow freely. You wish you could wipe them away with the back of your hand but pretty sure the prototype humans on your hands would give you eye infection.

He chuckles and pressed another kiss on your hair. "It's pouring liquid on my dick, how much hassle could it be?"

"But it'd be easier if I was younger."

"Yes but I won't trade an old woman like you for a younger woman."

You slap his chest. "Hey!"

Enji laughs. Another kiss. "Fine. I won't trade my young wife for a much younger woman."

"I'm sorry for ruining the mood." You lean against his chest.

"You didn't ruin anything."

You give him a chaste kiss on the lips and then you put your weight against Enji so both you and him fall on the bed sideways. You press your ass at him and he slipped inside you, moving a little to bury his full length. He pressed himself closer, spooning you in his form.

"I have never imagined starting over with someone." Enji says after a few moments. "I cannot. To find someone new, or to break our marriage is the same as starting all over again. I cannot be without you."

You grab his hand and kissed the back of it. "Me too."

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AN: So sorry for edging you guys. This is your author speaking, I'm not stuck with you in this Endeavor hellhole. You're stuck with ME.

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red-writes · 1 year

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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

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 5 months

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A/N ::: New writing territory alert! I haven’t written anything like this before. And I’ll tell you all a secret, *I fucking loved it.* I hope you guys enjoy this, too. Thanks for reading!

C/W ::: This is marked for sex. themes and violence just in case. MILD SPOILERS FOR MHA (Between Endeavor/Shoto/Shoto’s mom), angst, cheating, terrible terrible parenting, dom(ish?)!Endeavor, size kink (?), “say my name”, praise, degradation (self-deprecation, too), pet names (firefly, good girl & others) “daddy” talk, little bit of biting, orgasm control, F->M oral, deep throating // (forceful) throat fucking, teensy bit of dacryphilia, hair pulling, face // chest cum shots, (heavily & non-verbally) encouraged cum eating, Shoto going in after Endeavor on F!reader // girlfriend // fuck toy. Whew! If I missed anything, shoot me a message.

WC ::: 3500+ (but not too much over)

It was after the Christmas party at your house and the only people left were your boyfriend, Shoto, and his dad, Enji. AKA Endeavor, the now number 1 hero. The two men stood there and stared each other down. Shoto and Enji have a shit relationship, to say the least. He was a shit dad and Shoto hasn't yet been able to at least move on from his childhood. Watching his mother get thrown around like she was nothing more than a dirty towel to be tossed aside. No, he wasn't ready to let his father into his life fully, just yet.

They stood across the large kitchen island, glaring at one another. Their arms folded across their broad chests. Neither one is willing to make the first move. You hated that they were behaving like this at your house. And you hated how you felt about both of them.

You were in love with Shoto. But you were in lust with his father. And you'd been sleeping with both of them for some time now. It's a miracle Shoto hasn't found out about you fucking his dad. Enji has no real feelings on the matter. You're not even sure if he has real feelings for you, at this point. You love his son. And there wasn't much in the world that could change that. But you crave Enji's cock.

"I just don't understand why you're still here, Endeavor." Shoto called him out by his hero name. "The party is over. You're free to go now. And maybe next time just stay home, yeah?" You looked at Enji, waiting for his reply. He just leaned there, against the counter he fucked you on 3 days ago. Not a twinge of guilt in his turquoise eyes, not a hint of interest in what his son was saying to him. Still.

"Sho?" You said more quietly than you intended to, hoping to break the tension between the two. "Do you want to take a walk, maybe?" He shifted his eyes toward you. Shoto stared, a steel gray eye and a turquoise eye, like his father's, burned into yours. So much anger radiated off of his body that you could almost feel it from where you were standing near the kitchen door. Shoto nodded his head and went to the living room to grab his coat and put it on as he walked toward the door. "You ... D'you want me to come with you?" You hated that you hated asking.

And it wasn’t because you didn't want to go with him out into the cold. The disgusting truth was that you didn't want to miss the opportunity to be alone with his dad. And you felt dirty about all of it. Shoto fucked you earlier in the day before the party. His cum was probably still oozing from your hole. If you concentrated hard enough, you could most likely feel it leaking out with how full you were from him.

He stayed by the front door for what felt like forever, just looking at you with no real emotion on his face. Just a blank canvas staring back at you before he shook his head no in an almost indistinguishable manner. Then he slammed the heavy wood door behind him. You fell onto the nearest chair and held your face in your hands and began to cry softly. What about, you weren't sure. The fact that you felt relief at having time to be with Enji again or the fact that you didn't have to play referee in your own home.

A wide, hot hand ran down your back and rested at your waist. "He's gone. For how long?" Enji asked. You wanted to melt into his touch. To jump over the chair and wrap yourself around his broad body. "I don't know, En. He could be 5 minutes, he could be 5 hours. And I think, I think that you should go, too." His lips curled into a wicked smile. "Now, firefly. You," he kissed the side of your neck hard and ran his oversized hand around your waist, "surely don't mean that. I can tell by how you're sitting you want me to shove my cock in your drippin' cunt."

Fuck. How can he tell that by how you're sitting? The asshole. He had come to know you so well in such a short amount of time. Almost as well as his son. It was a little nerve-wracking that they could both see through your shit. "Enj-!!" He was lifting you before you had a chance to protest his advance.

You wrapped yourself around his body. Your legs spread from the girth of his hips - despite them being narrow and angular in their own way. He was a big man. And it was so hard for you to tell him no when he was like this. It was painfully obvious how hard he was. And it was obvious to him how wet you were getting from just him hoisting you up like you were nothing more than a doll for him to wet his dick in.

The way he made you feel so small was a sickening and growing obsession. You both have managed to keep it from Shoto thus far. But on days like this, when you have no idea when he would be home, it was a dangerous game to play. "En ... fuck. We can't. Sh-Sho- shit. He can walk through the door any second." You said it in such a whiny voice it made his cock twitch against his thigh. "Let him. Let him see what it looks like when a real man fucks his girl. Who am I, firefly. Who, nngh," he adjusted you on his waist and started to carry you down the hallway to a bedroom. "Who am I."

His hands gripped your ass tightly as he kicked the door open and walked through it with little space to spare. "Enj, fuck. C'mon. Please ..." Your resistance was dwindling quickly as he got you closer to the spare bed. "Who's 'Enj'? Tell me ... exactly who ... the fuck ... I am. You little shit." He whispered against the shell of your ear. His hot breath sent shivers through your warming body.

And just like that, 3 words later, you were gone. Wrapping your arms around his neck and anchoring your heels on his ass you pushed/pulled yourself up onto him even further and ground against his pelvis. "There she is. There's my good girl, rubbin' that cunt against me. So needy for this fat cock, huh?" He leaned over you as you hung from him just a few inches over the bed. You clung to him like a desperate little baby. Enji waited for you to let go and lay under his huge frame.

You ran your hands down his back to the waistband of his dark blue slacks and slid them inside of his pants. His off-white cashmere sweater was a wild contrast to his rough hands and scarred body. But all of him felt good to you.

His body framed you against the small mattress. You lay there beneath him, trembling in anticipation of what he's going to make you do. "Take it ... off." He whispered again in your ear while he lifted himself up from you. You sat up and began to undress. He took off his own clothes, one piece at a time, watching you all the while.

He was so ... And it was so … wrong that you were about to fuck him in your own house. While your boyfriend was out in the cold. "Fuck," you whispered, shaking your head as you slipped your bra off and flung it to the floor. "Fuck it, En." You pulled him down to the bed with you and kissed him hard.

The smell of his cologne and the taste of his tongue made you high. It made you want him more than you wanted to admit to yourself. The heady fragrance had you so wet that you could barely look him in the eyes. "Well," he said in a low growl. "Lookit what we have here. My little firefly is so fuckin' wet for her pissant of a boyfriend's dad, huh? Shame on you, girl. You're so dirty for this, aren't you? Fucking filthy little bitch, hm?"

You bit your bottom lip, it felt like you were nearly drawing blood. Finally, you nodded your head and looked up at him and whimpered so pathetically. "Yessss, daddy. 'M a filthy little bitch. I'm disgusting … hnngh, please, Enj- please Endeavor, fuck me. Oh god, fuck … meee-uhhh." You were babbling and begging him to do something. Anything. You just needed his cock in you.

Your fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders as he leaned over you and rubbed his cockhead against your clit. "That's it, baby. So wet and ready for me. Let daddy fuck you. Let me fuck you better than my little runt of a son can." He thrust into you quickly and you cried out as your body struggled to adjust to the immediate stretch.

"Shhhh, shhh, baby. Be a good girl and take this dick. Fuckin' take it, baby. You can do it." His hips worked quickly and furiously as he slammed into you. Your legs trembled and your back arched as he fucked you with a fervor you didn't know existed in him. "Fuckohhhhfuck! En-Endeav-fuckfuck!" He bit your neck hard and you moaned into his shoulder as you came around him.

He flipped you onto your stomach and grabbed your ass, pulling you up onto your knees and spreading your legs open. "Now that you're all warmed up ..." You braced yourself for the intrusion, but his cock slid inside of you with ease. The copious amount of slick he dragged from you made it nearly free of any resistance. "Ohhh, yeah. That's my fuckin' girl. Take it, take it like the nasty whore you are. C'mon, fuck that fat ass of yours into me, firefly. I wanna watch you bounce back on my cock. Fuck, that's it."

He leaned back and watched you work your body back and forth, pushing yourself onto his cock and then pulling back. "Fuck, baby. You're so good at this. You're so good for me. Keep going, fuck that cock. Mm-hm, back into me, fuck, fuuuckk yeah." You felt filthy as you did as he told you. The way he was watching you bounce and fuck yourself on him was enough to make you cum again.

He pulled you back up to him and wrapped his hand around your throat. "Oh, you think you can cum without my permission, huh? You little slut, you can't do shit until I tell you to." You whimpered and nodded your head, trying to say sorry. "Don't ... fucking speak. Just open your mouth and let me fuck it."

He pulled out of you and stood at the edge of the bed, motioning for you to scoot around and lay in front of him. You moved over so your face was just under his cock and he tapped the head on your lips. "Open up, firefly. 'M gonna fuck your throat now since you can't seem to control that cunt of yours. C'mon, pop that tongue out f'me. Say 'ahhh' and relax."

You stuck your tongue out and opened your mouth, looking up at him with what you hoped was a look of submission. He smirked down at you and ran his fingers through your hair. "Good girl. That's my fuckin' girl. Take it, take … aha, shhiitt … it." He shoved his cock into your mouth and fucked your throat. Your eyes watered as he thrust against the back of your throat.

You coughed and gagged, but he kept going. "You know I love watching you cry, little girl. Keep it up and I might just cum in your mouth for you. Y'wan that? Huh? Want me to make a mess of your pretty face?" He pushed himself further into you and you gagged again, nodding your head. "Goddamn it, girl. You're so fuckin' dirty for me. I just can't get enough of it. You're so fuckin' lewd."

He pulled out of your mouth and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as he shot his load onto your face and chest. "Ohhhh, fuck! Fuck, that's my little bitch. Lookit you, so filthy and used. You're such a whore, little girl. Such a dirty whore." He ran his finger through his cum on your cheek and pushed it into your mouth.

You sucked his cum off of his fingers, moaning as you did it. He grabbed his clothes and pulled them back on. "Thanks, firefly. See you next time." He grabbed you by the back of the head, kissed you hard on the mouth and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. You heard him leave the house and you fell back onto the bed, breathing hard. It took you about 10 minutes to regulate yourself. Replaying the events that had just unfolded in your foggy mind.

You didn't have much time to think about it before you heard Shoto's keys in the door. So you jumped up and ran for the shower across the hall. "Firefly? I - I'm home. Where are you?" Shoto asked as he hung his coat and dropped his keys on the entryway table. "Is the old man gone? I didn't see his car, so I'm hoping ... hoping he is." He saw you dart across the way to the bathroom and heard the water turn on. "Hey. There you are," he said quietly. "D'ya mind if I join you in there? 'M freezin' my ass off."

Hell. Of course he wanted to shower with you. "Yeah yeah. Sure. Just give me like 10 minutes to wash the day off of me, ok, Sho? I just, I feel ... icky. After the party, I mean. Just wanna clean up. And then you can stand under the hot water, ok?" He smiled and tried to lean in to kiss you but you pulled back and looked around the room. Smirking, you said, "Ah-ah-ah mister. There's no mistletoe in here!” And laughed like a stupid girl who wasn't fucking her boyfriend's asshole of a father while he was out in the freezing weather. Away from his home, just to get away from his dad.

"Ohp, ya got me there, firefly. I'll have to pick some up in that case. Just let me know when you're ready for me, ok?" You smiled and blew him a kiss feeling your hand stick to the cum that was nearly all dried now. Turning on the shower you tested the water. Briefly contemplating turning the heat all the way up and scalding yourself for being such a whore. But you decided against it, knowing you'd have to explain it to Shoto later. And you just couldn't bring yourself to hurt him that way. Not even after what you just did.

He was waiting for you in your bedroom, scrolling through his phone, when you called for him. You stood with the shower door open and motioned for him to come in with you. "You ok, baby? You seem, I dunno. Off." He pulled you into his chest and kissed from your shoulder to your neck, to your lips. "Yeah, I'm fine Sho. Just tired, I guess. I hate when you and your dad go head to head like that. I mean, I know you didn't fight like you usually do. But I just hate to see you so upset." You look up and rest your forehead against his, sighing heavily.

"I'm sorry, firefly. I know. I just, he just ... He's such a fuckin' prick and I don't know what else to do with him. He just, he's so much easier to deal with when you're around. I dunno why. It’s like he’s less of an asshole when … huh. Well, when you’re there. I guess he must really like you." He kissed your neck and ran his fingers through your wet hair. You turned to face him and held onto his waist. "I love you, Sho. I love you so much." He looked down at you with a sad smile. "I know you do. And I love you, too." He pulled you up and kissed you deeply.

The taste of your own cum was still in your mouth from swallowing Enji's cock, but Shoto didn't seem to notice. He was just happy to be back with you. You both laughed as you played in the water. Teasing one another and fooling around. "Hey, Sho?" You said as you pulled the shower head down and rinsed him off. "Hmm?" He closed his eyes and let you do whatever you were doing. "Merry Christmas. I'm glad you're here with me. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a long time." You turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around you. "Merry Christmas to you, too, my love. And I'm glad I'm here with you, too."

You kissed him and then grabbed another towel for him. He wrapped it around his waist and followed you into the bedroom. As you passed into your room, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your mascara was running and your eyes were red. The bruise on your neck from Endeavor was still visible and you hoped like hell that Shoto didn't see it. Though you don’t know how he could possibly miss something like that. So large and new.

You turned to him and smiled. "Hey, Sho? Could you bring me something for pain? My head is killing me right now." He nodded and left the room to grab something from the kitchen. You went to the mirror and stared at yourself. "You're a fucking whore," you whispered to yourself. "And you can't stop it." You knew it was true. You just hoped you could keep it from Shoto for a little bit longer.

"Hey, here you go, baby. Take these and lay down. Let me get you something to drink. Do you want me to bring you anything else?" You smiled at him and shook your head. "No, Sho. This is all I need right now. Just you and me. Here. At home." You took the medicine he gave you and watched him leave the room. You curled up in your bed and covered yourself up, feeling so guilty and so fucking gross. It made you feel sick. And it made you feel good. You were just a whore. A filthy, disgusting whore who was in love with her boyfriend and in lust with his father. And you had to live with it. You had to live with the fact that you weren't strong enough to stop yet.

Shoto came in and took the towel off of his waist and crawled into bed with you, scooching up next to you really close and nuzzling his face into the curve of your neck. “How does your head feel, firefly? Is it any better?” He asked as he began to kiss your collarbone and roll your nipple with his thumb and finger. “Is there something else I can do? To make it go away? Like …” He slid down the bed. Under the covers and between your legs and you felt him lick a fat strip up your slit. “Oh, Sho- ffuucckk, baby, I - hnngh … please … d-don’t …” Tears pricked your eyes as you felt him spreading you open and sucking on your clit. He laughed, “You’re so wet already. You gonna say ‘don’t stop’? Don’t worry baby. I’ll never stop. Never.”

You realized that you just wanted to be loved. You close your eyes and indulge your sweet boyfriend with his love of eating your pussy and prayed that it would all go away. That it would all just disappear. And that you would be free. Free of the guilt and the shame. And the lust for his dickhead father. You just wanted to be free of it all. And you didn't know if you could. Not yet. So you just lay there, basking in the warmth of your lover and his tongue lapping at your juices (and some of his father's) like he truly knew what it was like to be thirsty. And you rode out your orgasm. Crying tears of guilt and regret and only a little bit of pleasure. And you waited for it all to be over. But deep down, you knew it wouldn't be,

Not for a long, long time.

Taglist ::: @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @callm3senpaii @millennialmagicalgirl

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youngststark · 10 months

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Endeavor x Fem!Reader (OneShot)

Type: Fluff, angst if you squint hard. Warnings: None? Mentions of Enji’s past though.

A/N: It’s been a couple of years since I wrote something like this, ignore my mistakes and I hope you all enjoy <3

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Endeavor never thought that he could ever feel that way, he never thought that he would end up in a luxurious hotel room with a girl that was almost twenty years younger than him, much less that said girls was actually All Might's goddaughter and his younger son's teacher at the U.A. But what caught Endeavor off guard was the fact that he was completely in love with this girl, even after he told her absolutely everything about his past, about how he mistreated his family and how much he regretted it, saying that he wanted to change, to be better for them, even after his divorce he couldn't find peace, he was haunted by the ghosts of his past, and when he told her everything, he expected her to leave, to run away and be scared, but she simply smiled as him and said "I trust you, and I'll stay by your side. Everyone will see the amazing man I see right in front of me", she said while cupping his face with her hands. He sat on the bed, quietly sobbing a little bit. Endeavor contained his emotions for too long, he had to be strong, he had to be the best and nothing should be able to stop him, specially those trivial feelings, atg least what he used to believe, but with her by his side, he knew he didn't have to put on that façade anymore, he was able to feel, with no remorse, no fear of judgement, no nothing. "Enji, love.. Look at me" - She whispered, still smiling softly at him and holding his face on her hands, caressing his scar. When he looked at her, Endeavor could swear that his heart skipped a couple of beats, and for a moment he even forgot how to breathe. - "Your family needs time to heal, but they're still your family.. Also, you are not alone, I'm here with you and always will be." "What if I lose my cool and I hurt you? I... You don't deserve this and I don't deserve you" - Enji replied, clearly worried and scared. She rolled her eyes and sat down by his side, holding his hand. "I trust you, you won't hurt me. You're a changed man, I believe in that, everyday I see how hard you’re trying to be better. And you deserve everything I can give you, my love, my heart, my everything." Those words hit Endeavor like a bullet, how could someone be so patient and comprehensive with him? After hearing everything bad that he did to his family, he didn't believe it was real, it couldn't be, it was a cruel joke created by an ilusion quirk, it was the only explanation... Except it was all real, afterall, that's what happens when you find your soulmate. "Come on, Enji. Let's sleep a bit, we have a big day tomorrow" - She sighed as she slipped under the covers and turned off the lights, Enji was finally planning to introduce her as his girlfriend to the world, and it wasn't a big deal, she thought, but it was a bit scary to be labeled as the Number One hero's girlfriend. But Enji had bigger plans. "Yes, my little flame, let me just get changed real quick" - Endeavor replied while taking off his jacket, making sure that the ring box was placed safely in his inside pocket.

#Todoroki Enji #Endeavor #Enji x Reader #Endeavor x Reader #Todoroki Enji x Reader #Enji Todoroki x Reader #Enji Todoroki #Endeavor imagine #Enji Todoroki imagine #Endeavor x y/n #Enji Todoroki x y/n #Enji x y/n #My Hero Academia x Reader #Boku no Hero x reader

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titanialev · 1 year

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Drawing myself in different anime part 1 !

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saiyanmyname · 9 months

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Gothic Endeavor Fic anyone?

I’ve been wanting to write this for a while. Not smut yet although I expect it will be eventually. Link below the taster.

The shadowy silhouette crept over the horizon, blotting out the setting sun, you could have sworn you saw licks of flames disappear from around the figure’s face, perhaps just an illusion from the low sunset that glinted in your eyes.

It was now apparent that the figure was a man, making his way down the slope in front of you, moving towards you. The sun eclipsed behind him, and his features slowly came into focus, with hair like the blood red of heather beneath your feet, eyes a cool blue, reminiscent of the clear dusk sky behind him. Although the atmosphere was now streaked with carnation pink, turning to a greenish blue haze on the horizon. Those eyes glinted with a hidden menace, like the icy cold water that ran down the black rocks of the stream. His face was rustic, with a thick line of scarring that ran deep down his left-hand side, beginning above an eye and ending at a point, crossed only by the line of his lips, beneath which a mix of slate and rust speckled a short beard. His skin looked as coarse as the terrain he stood on, large boots steeling their way down toward the crux of the hill.

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plooto · 2 years

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꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ fragmented . ft. todoroki ‘ endeavour ’ enji

synopsis . fuyumi forced him to set up an online dating profile and instantly he got tons of matches. but none of them were worth his time,

notes . divorced ! enji , online dating , unfortunate events ( no death <3 )

parts one , two , three

rei. the wife who had a nervous breakdown and burned her sun with water. the wife that was hospitalized and given a divorce soon after.

just starting to get his life together, he starts dating after a while. it was unethical, fuyumi forced him to set up an online dating profile and instantly he got tons of matches. but none of them were worth his time,

“ what about her ? she’s pretty. ” he gave a harsh sigh before looking down at his phone, eyebrows lifting once his eyes landed on your profile.

“ i’ll look into her. ” and he did, not a weird way, he looked at your profile and messaged you first with a short ‘ Hey ’.

three years of dating, you’ve moved in with enji. his kids accepted you as his girlfriend, but you always made sure they new that you were not trying to be their mother, just a best friend that was dating their father. that made them laugh, not enji, he was a more closed off man, that was unless he was behind closed doors. with you.

“ you know, you could at least try and embrace your family, i’m not just your family, ” he took your hand and pulled you closer to him, lifting your thigh to rest on his.

“ you’re the only family that matters. ” you rolled your eyes, turning away from him,

“ enji..you must realize that you can’t always think like such, they are your family just as much as i am.. ” you said and he mulled it over before nodding, and pulling you back into him.

“ i will work on it, my love. ” you nodded once, confirming his promise.

“ we shouldn’t be together. ” he spoke, a little higher than a whisper fearing it might break you. you released his hand, but he didn’t release yours.

“ i’m sorry ? ” he took a deep breath before repeating.

“ we shouldn’t be together. ” more firm, like he was telling himself rather than you.

“ e- hon, what are you talking about ? ” you looked up at him, but he wouldn’t meet your gaze. you rose a hand to his cheek to turn his face to yours, but he just took your hand in his, before bringing it to his lips.

“ i want to focus on my career, ” you blink, looking around his face for anything, you sucked a breath in through your nose.

“ we can work on it together, you’ll be number one in no time ! ” you told him, letting him know that his career wouldn’t run you away. that his career would never run you away.

“ no, you can’t. i only have my family now, you just need to go. ” you pulled your hands from both of his. you replayed his words, as many times as your brain could handle.

“ you’re the only family that matters. ”

“ you’re my whole world, ”

“ what would i do without you ? ”

“ okay. you won’t see me again, if that’s what you want. ” you stepped back, and then only then did he look at you, but you didn’t look back. you stared off to the side.

“ y- ”

“ goodbye…mr uh..todoroki. h- have a good life ” you dipped your head, tears now flowing before walking off.

published . may 5 , 2022

#endeavour x reader #bnha endeavor x reader #mha endeavor #endeavor x reader #endeavor #enji x you #enji x reader #enji x y/n #ੈ✩‧₊˚ ex endeavor ! au #. character // enji todoroki

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bakuswift · 1 year

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7.62 inches long. 3.47 inches wide. curves lightly to the left. tip is EC9EC0 pink, shaft is a creamy beige. three distinct veins with the longest ranging from the base to the tip on the middle right side. excretion is macaroon cream and hes trimmed but not clean shaven.

#endeavour mha #endeavour #mha #mha enji #enji todoroki #bnha endeavor #bnha enji #mha endeavor #todoroki enji #enji x y/n #cant believe this is how I break my tumblr fast

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plimchi · 2 years

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steaming hot! 🔥♨

full picture here, NOT for minors!!

depiction of oc x canon. if you’re not into that, simply dni, thanks!

#my art #bnha #mha #bnha oc #mha oc #endme #oc x canon #selfship #selfinsert #canon x oc #enji todoroki #endeavor #menma mori #todoroki enji #enji x y/n #not safe for minors #citrus #lemon #ask to tag

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luxthestrange · 2 months

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BNHA Incorrect quotes#6 Flirt with your dad-

Anti-Hero Y/n who was Touya's friend back UA, Both of you after a fight...but after couple of hours you both got too tired and sat down on a bench and scroll thru your phone for nearby restaurants

Anti-Hero!Y/n: Hey, do you like chicken?

Dabi: Not really...

Anti-Hero!Y/n: And curry?

Dabi: Not much...Maybe let's eat at your place?

Anti-Hero!Y/n: Then you’re not gonna like what I did

Dabi: What? You made chicken curry?

Anti-Hero!Y/n*Showing him a picture of you in bed with a sleeping Enji beside you hugging you from behind* Nah, I f*cked your dad there...

Dadi:...YOU BITCH-

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Anti-hero y/n energy with the todoroki family-

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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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ENJI TODOROKI MASTERLIST

Ranging from my top Enji post to posts with notes above 1k.

Cock descriptions:

COCK ♡3k

What BNHA ! yandere is the scariest:

SCARY YANDERE ♡3k

Darling tries to deny the yandere captor Enji intimacy:

ENJI ♡2k

Enji and darling's sexual role-play dynamic:

ROLE-PLAY DYNAMICS ♡1k

Orc ! Enji x elf ! darling:

ORC x Elven princess ♡1k

ORC x ELF ♡1k

The Torodoki family makes use of their quirkless daughter - with friends:

FAMILY FUN ♡1k

Similar posts can be found in the following:

INSERT MASTERLIST

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fablesofkitkat · 2 years

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pov: extreme highs and crippling lows with Endeavor (x fem!reader) [re-post]

alt title: pity the flowers pt.2

AN: sorry for deleting this before and reposting it like a madman that I am. I'm reposting this coz I made my 2nd ever pixel art!

warning: abuse, emotional blackmail, mature themes (minors do not interact)

the dark trinity: angst, nsfw, fluff

disclaimer: i do not condone nor glamorize abuse. this is written for the sake of fiction and the only intent is to entertain

SYNOPSIS: you married Endeavor in your sister's place. you are Himura Rei's twin. (identical/fraternal up to you)

but you'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind

-Rihanna

tags: @bootyholelicker @animeaandp @the-wired-l @not-my-meltdown

[the view of the garden by the engawa before the flowers]

"Where did you get this one?" You trace the scar on his chest; it was a deep gash and it looked like it wasn't stitched but stapled before healing instead.

"Freak accident." Enji replies, eyes closed. He wasn't sleepy but loathed to admit, he doesn't know what to do with himself when he stares at you because sometimes he'd catch himself lifting a hand to caress your cheek just because. It unnerved him that he wanted to touch you for the sake of touching you instead of preparing for you to take him. That's how he initially perceives affectionate gestures, they're a premise to physical intimacy. But now, his experiences tell him these gestures were simply-

You impulsively kiss the scar and his heart jumps, and beats too fast for his liking. His trail of thought broken. Eyes snapped open. His hands grip your waist, hoisting you up to sit on his stomach. You feel him poking at you. You feel your heart sink. You attempt to raise your hips, a hand on his cock.

"No." said Enji, voice raspy.

You stared at him confused. What now.

He makes up an excuse that suits him, one that could keep making her kiss his scars. Something so innocent like peck on his lips and a shower of kisses, who knew it could be so bedeviled. "Don't you want to ask more about the scars?"

Oh, he wants to brag. You thought. You indulge him. Kisses. Even the spots with no scars. As long as it makes his breath hitch. When he takes you again, you wonder why that wasn't so bad. Why you didn't feel sick afterwards. Why you slept soundly in his arms, a hand cupping your breast. The blizzard howling inside you quiets down the rage as you felt Enji's warmth.

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and it's sick that all these battles were all that keep me satisfied

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"Negative." His voice laced with disappointment and fury. He hits you with the back of his hand out of nowhere. "Were you taking pills again?"

How would you even buy them when he has you under surveillance ever since he found out about them? Still, you stay silent. Make him think you had a way. Drive him mad.

"Let me remind you wife, that I own you. All of you. And I want you to give me a child I desire. If you can't ... I can always buy the other Himura daughter." His voice laced with venom.

"Don't you dare!!" You trembled. "Fuck you, Enji! Leave my sister alone!!"

"Pity, she wouldn't get to keep my last name with you being my wife but she'll be a pretty mistress." This time he smirked, crossing his arms. He knew where to hit you. "Ah, wouldn't that make you happy? You'll keep each other company."

You lunge at him, shoved him but of course his body wouldn't budge. Your fists hit his chest and he smiles down at you. Damn Enji. Fuck Enji. You stand on your tiptoes and tugs his collar down to make him kiss you. There was no love there. It was all twisted hatred. Bites. Taste of iron. Teeth. And fuck, you open your eyes in a haze. You didn't even notice how he had your legs wrapped around his waist. This was madness. You'll fuck his brains out but still, you pray you wouldn't get pregnant. Not yet anyway. Not when he's obsessed with All Might.

"I hate you." You glared at him, grabbing the back of his head.

He groans. "I'm giving you until the end of the year. If you're not pregnant with my child by then..."

"You're fucked in the head." Because you were a vindictive bitch.

"You're a defective hag." Because he was a heartless asshole.

A matchmade in hell.

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You stop and stared at the newly dugged out garden and the array of flowers the gardener was planting. Daffodils. Chrysanthemums. Sunflowers. Violets. Your favorites.

"Who would've thought?"

You turn to look at the housecook, the old woman grinned looking at scene before them.

"What is it?" You ask.

"Your husband, ma'am, I've been the housecook since he was but a child." She tells you, fondly. "He was always so callous and he thought the world was in the palm of his hands. He never grew out of it. Who would've thought he would be capable of this?"

"Capable of what?" Curiosity got the better of you whenever Enji was involved.

"Giving flowers to his wife." The old woman smiled at you warmly.

"This is him giving flowers?"

The housecook laughed boisterously, patting her poor heart at the bewildered expression on your face. Oh dear, you had a long way to go. "David Shield, that colleague of his, brought you flowers as thanks for dinner, yes?"

You nodded.

"Enji, that boy never lets himself be outdone by others. A bouquet of flowers lasts a few days, ma'am, but a garden of flowers? As long as there's rain and sunshine, it lasts a lifetime." She looks into your eyes, willing you to understand.

So those flowers that happened to be your favorites weren't happenstance at all. The housecook refrains from commenting on how your face turned into a lovely shade of red.

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Todoroki Enji was a damn bastard, no contest. He deliberately avoids you, choosing to work night shifts because he likes to torture you. After giving that ultimatum, you were anxious to just get it on. You'd rather be damned than let Enji get ahold of Rei. No. You'd die of shame if your sisters sees your sorry state. The bruises. The screaming matches. The anxiousness. There's no way in hell you'd let her go through what you did. Out of the two of you, you were the fighter. Your parents even said that when your mom gave birth you kicked and screamed and had your mom suffer pushing you out while Rei's delivery was smooth. He knew that hitting you doesn't hurt you as much anymore. As the shock wears off, you fought with Enji more and more, not wanting to submit to him. This was a new kind of torture. Not when you can do something about it.

You were wearing in a casual kimono inspired white dress. Short sleeved, flared skirt just above the knees, floral and the obi red. You let your hair down and had put on a very very red rouge. You were sitting on his swivel chair when Enji arrived. He stops in his tracks, dumbfounded at your appearance.

"Haven't seen my husband for weeks. Thought I'd drop the workplace a visit." You greet him with a nod.

His throat felt dry. You shoot him a lazy smile knowing exactly what you do to him. He might not hold you dear but you knew he was attracted to you.

He cleared his throat. "I know what you're doing."

You raised an eyebrow, smile hanging on your pretty red lips.

"I'll come to you when I want. If you're anxious with my ultimatum you would only have yourself to blame." He frowns at you, noticing how your the sleeves on your shoulders were translucent.

You stood up slowly, skirt flowing, you gather hair in a bun and his cock jumped at the sight of nipple, visible and jutting against the other transparent fabric. The whole dress was translucent but you had a half slip skirt underneath. He closes the distance and kissed you roughly. Your gasp that he swallowed had him grinding his bulge against you as he clears his desk and sits you on it.

"What a proper wife you are." He growled, taking your chin and pressing with force. It only made you smile smugly. "You were walking around in this?! With only your hair to hide your chest?!"

"It's not like I was naked, Enji." You knew those words wouldn't help your case. He glares at you in daggers.

He lifts your skirt. No underwear. He cursed. "What if a wind blows and lifts your skirt?! You might as well have been walking around naked when that happens!"

"But I did it for you." You pout despite not knowing if it would work on him.

He cups your cunt. It was wet. No surprise there since the thrill would've turned you on but the amount?

You sheepishly smiled. "I was touching myself while-"

He kisses you again, this time thoroughly making you drool. He licks the leak down your chin and the ache between your legs was unbearable.

Damn. Damn. Damn. That's it. He couldn't deny anymore. He likes you. "Well then, for my interruption..." He trails off as he lowered himself to your pussy and proceeds to eat you out and when you came with your hands gripping his hair, you shuddered, your insides throbbing and he thrusts inside you.

When you both peaked at the same time, you knew you were gonna get pregnant and frankly, it scares you.

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"She's been spending too much time in the garden." Enji complains, arms crossed and brooding at the sight of his wife walking around outside despite it being daytime, his worries not unfounded with the cold creeping in; without realizing it, he was grabbing a shoal. He hesitated. A quandary he's been mulling over for weeks.

"Have you felt it?"

"Felt what?" The old gardener feigning ignorance.

"..."

Forget it. It was stupid anyway. The Flame Hero thought.

The old man chuckled, knowing exactly what he was asking about. "To me, sir Enji? It is wanting to hold someone. To know how they think. It-is listening to them breathe, wanting to know them. Lust is part of it too. Burning infatuation, as much as long held respect and admiration. I have not loved well, so I confess I am a poor one to answer it. How it starts-is a desire to talk to someone."

A light comes in his eyes. As if a switch flipped.

"Talk to her, sir. Put that hero bravado to good use." The old man laughed when his employer sputters in embarrassment.

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Try to touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me

Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy

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You rushed out of the room barely making it towards the toilet. You felt sick while you puked. Feeling your guts rearranging itself, you puked again. You returned to the breakfast table, Enji subtly scanning your body. When nothing's off, he resumes to reading the news on his phone.

As soon as you sat his head snapped up to meet your eyes.

He realizes it just as you realized it.

No. Yes.

No. No. No.

He moves to touch you, to hug you or hold you, you'll never know because you jerked away from him, standing up and making your way to the bedroom in haste. You felt sick as tears welled up in your eyes. You missed your period for three months now.

Fuck.

You're pregnant.

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frickingnerd · 11 months

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meeting the todoroki's

pairing: shoto todoroki x gn!reader (+todoroki family)

summary: shoto takes you to a family dinner to make your relationship public, after months of dating in secret...

shoto and you had been dating for quite a while now, yet your relationship was a bit of an open secret. he didn't mind mentioning you to his friends and wasn't shy to tell them he was in a relationship with you, but his family hadn't heard a single word about you yet. they didn't even know you were a friend of shoto's, until you came home with him for dinner one weekend.

shoto didn't introduce you when he arrived at his house, purposefully refraining from putting a label on his relationship with you. he waited until everyone sat at the dinner table – natsu, fuyumi, enji and shoto and you – until he started to shift towards the topic you two had came here for today.

"so, y/n and i wanted to tell you all something…"

everyone's eyes were on shoto, hoping that what came next would be good news. god knows this family didn't need any more drama.

"we've been dating for a while now… i just didn't want to tell you all right away, but i'm ready now…"

shoto was being blunt as ever, holding nothing back. there was a quiet moment in which natsu and fuyumi exchanged glances, before fuyumi was the first one to speak up.

"i'm really happy for you, shoto. you deserve to be with someone nice and y/n has made a great impression so far! right, dad?"

fuyumi glared at her father, just wanting him to be nice for once and agree with them. enji was still chewing on his food slowly, glaring at you and shoto. it felt like forever until he swallowed and spoke up.

"right… though you could've mentioned something earlier, shoto! well, as long as a relationship won't distract you from your school work, then i suppose i don't mind…"

that must've been the nicest thing shoto had heard in a while from his father. he was quite glad he was holding back on you. or maybe he just hadn't found anything to criticize yet.

"are you going to tell mom about it too?"

natsu asked and shifting the topic a little.

"i plan to. i've already sent her a letter, but whenever they'll let me visit her, i'll bring y/n along!"

shoto hadn't been very excited about telling his father about your relationship, but he wanted his mother to get to know you! he just had to wait for a chance to get to meet her again…

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black-aurora-nora · 1 year

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New Baby Pt. 2 | Yandere!Todoroki Family x Reader

Quiet sobs could be heard from behind the door of the room you now slept in.

Enji had thought you'd be more understanding and compliant if you received a letter and 'paperwork' showing that your parents had given the Todoroki's legal guardianship over you.

However, to his shock, that only seemed to upset you more.

You asked him to leave the room in such a thin, sullen voice that he couldn't help but oblige.

Now he, and the rest of the family, were sitting at the dinner table watching their food go cold.

Your seat was still empty.

All eyes were on Enji, wondering what the next move was.

"I'll... I'll get (Y/N) out of her room by lunchtime," He said. "Even if she's still upset."

Rei nodded, shifting her attention to her kids, "And make sure that everyone is extra nice today. (Y/N) has obviously felt some big feelings and I don't want her to get too overwhelmed like yesterday. Understood?"

Three nods and Rei smiled back in answer, "Good."

When it was time for lunch, just like Enji had said, he got you out of your room.

Everyone's hearts crumbled at the sight of you. Your eyes were puffy underneath and red. It was obvious all you did today was cry your heart out.

At the table, you were seated between Enji and Rei.

You could feel everyone staring at you while you tried to eat.

When you couldn’t take the staring anymore, you put your utensils down, unable to make eye contact as you asked, “How long will I be staying here?”

“There’s no telling.” Enji answered firmly, “If your parents can get back on their feet, they will come back and get you.”

You shuffled in your seat slightly. “How long will that take?”

“Let’s not discuss this over dinner, sweetheart.” Reid’s voice cut in.

There was no need for you to keep thinking about your old parents anyway. It made you too upset. She’d be a much better mommy anyhow. You’d see soon enough and would forget all about your other mom.

After dinner, Fuyumi took you to the shower room.

“Here, you get the use the shower before the dirty boys do.” She smiled kindly.

She made sure you had the proper necessities and even let you pick out whatever body wash you wanted from her personal collection.

You liked how kind she was. It was nothing like Enji, who was always towering over you and bleeding with intimidation.

“Just shout if you need something.” She told you and left you alone.

A nice wash and soak was a good start to bettering your mood. Maybe you could ask Enji or Rei if you could call your parents tomorrow to get a better idea of the situation.

It wasn’t like them to just leave a letter.

Wrapped in a towel, you strolled back to your room to find Rei sitting on your bed.

Beside her was a pair of expensive-looking silk pajamas.

She smiled at you despite the uncomfortable look on your face, “I hope you don’t mind that I picked out some pajamas for you. We bought these for you last minute.” She explained coolly.

She stood up, “We can go shopping this week to get you your own clothes, how does that sound, (Y/N)?” She tilted her head at you, waiting for an answer.

You clutched the towel closer to your body, “What about my old clothes?”

She chuckled at you, as if you’d said something silly.

“You don’t need to worry about that. New clothes never hurt anybody.”

You supposed that was true. It would probably be nice to get out.

You walked over to the pajamas and then looked over at Rei. Why hadn’t she left yet?

She didn’t seem to be taking the hint and threw you a concerned glance, “What’s wrong? Do you need my help?”

You immediately shook your head, “No!” You yelped. “I-I need privacy, please… Mrs. Todoroki.”

“Oh! Of course you do!” How could Rei have forgotten? You were a big girl. Of course you could dress yourself.

She left the room, standing right outside in case you needed help at any point.

Once you had your pajamas on, you had to admit that they felt quite nice. The silk was soft and smooth. It was comfortably cool against your skin as well.

At some point as you finished getting ready for bed, you gasped sharply when you banged your hand against the counter of the vanity in your room.

Rei burst into the room.

"Did you hurt yourself?!" Rei asked, panic clear in her voice. She reached out for your hand and you yanked it back, "Let mama see, (Y/N)," She told you sternly.

You flinched at the word.

Mama.

You looked at her as if she'd grown another head and frowned deeply, "You... You're not my mom, Mrs. Todoroki."

Rei looked so upset at that declaration that you would've thought you'd shot her.

You could see that she was incredibly hurt by what you'd said but she masked it with a smile, chuckling to herself, "Right, of course I'm not... Force of habit."

After an awkward goodnight, she left your room disheartened.

Enji was waiting for her in their shared room, arms crossed with a frown. “What the hell is wrong with you, woman?!”

Rei flinched back, “I jus-“

“You’re moving too fast, is what you’re doing! Stop forcing yourself on her! Do you want her to hate you?”

“No, Enji, I don’t.”

“Then slow down. I had to pay a good amount to get guardianship of (Y/N). We can’t mess this up because you can’t control yourself.”

Rei kept her head down, “I’m sorry. You’re right. I’ll apologize to (Y/N) tomorrow.”

Enji huffed approvingly, laying down in his bed and turning over.

This wasn’t going to be easy for either one of you.

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inkykeiji · 5 days

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are we having fun yet?

characters: todoroki touya, todoroki enji warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pseudocest (adoptive siblings), rough sex, tw enji, fem!reader, toxic relationships (possessiveness, jealousy, touya’s just very mean) words: 1.7k

From the moment you stepped through the estate door, you’ve always been the princess of the family; babied to the point of patronization, pampered to the point of spoiled brat, rotten right to your sugary core.

The Todoroki family’s cherished little charity case, orphaned by a building Endeavor had failed to catch when you were only five years old, welcomed into his arms and his family and his big, big home.

His.

Everyone loved you instantly, took to you like a swarm of maggots to a piece of fresh, ripe fruit—swathed you in adoration, gorged themselves on your sweet flesh, consumed your seeds and planted you in their hearts, let you take root, fester, grow.

Except for Touya, who, despite his big age at eleven years old—a whole six years older than you—developed a lifelong penchant for yanking on your pigtails or braids just to hear you yelp out that pretty Touya-nii!, filtered through a cutely scrunched pout.

Everyone still loves you, even well into adulthood, desperate to aid you, to wait on you hand and foot, to take care of the poor little orphaned girl.

Except for Touya.

Because Touya loves you even more than everyone else. Touya loves you the most.

He wouldn’t be so goddamn mean if he didn’t.

But regardless of how precious you are to all of the Todorokis, you are not perfect.

And there is one teensy, tiny, slightly distasteful habit you just can’t seem to kick.

It’s a habit you developed when you were just a child, only a few months into officially being a Todoroki.

It’s a habit you should’ve grown out of by now—any respectable young woman would have, at this point.

It’s a habit you’ve been spoken to about several times—but, evidently, nothing quite seems to stick.

It isn’t normal for a fully grown adult to jump into her father’s arms like that, Fuyumi had tried to explain gently, eyes brimming with sympathetic pity. It isn’t entirely appropriate.

Maybe not. But you’re not entirely sure you care.

Because you just can’t help it, legs taking off the moment you hear Daddy’s engine cut, bare feet padding down the hallway as Daddy’s boots collide with the cobblestone walkway, rounding the foyer corner just as he’s stepping through the front door, barrelling into his waiting arms with a syrupy sweet squeal of Daddy! sounding in your throat.

“Hey, princess,” he’s saying as he catches you, hoists you up by your armpits and cradles you to his body, large hands strong and secure beneath your bum. “How’s Daddy’s girl?”

A routine procedure, question murmured out like clockwork, but you never tire of it.

“Better, now that you’re home,” you sigh into him, legs wrapped around his waist and arms twined around his neck, resting your head on his broad shoulder as you stare up at him.

The familiar scent of sandalwood tickles your nose, infused with notes of dirt and rubble and a hint of sweat, and you breathe it in deeply, desperate to fill your lungs with it, that Dad Aftershave that never seems to fade, no matter how long or ruthless his shift was.

Your ribs stretch, strain, press into Daddy’s strong chest, and he chuckles, the sound rumbling warmly against you.

He knows what you’re doing.

“Trying to inhale me?” he asks, but amusement streaks his tone, crystal eyes melty and lidded as they stare down at you, a small smile on his lips.

With an embarrassed little squeak, you nod, burrowing your burning face into his shoulder, Enji laughing again; gentle, soft, full of love.

“Y’jus smell really good, s’all,” you mumble into him. “You smell like home, Daddy.”

“Even all sweaty and icky from work?”

“Even all sweaty and icky from work,” you confirm with a lethargic nod, thighs tightening around his thick waist, desperate to hug him closer.

Droplets of exertion still adorn his neck, little beads glittering delicately in the setting sunlight spilling through the front windows in large beams of gold. With content humming in your throat, you nuzzle your cheek into his damp skin, smearing his sweat across your flesh, letting it seep into your tissues, forcefully marking yourself with his scent.

“That’s gross, dad. I don’t know why you let her do that to you.” A smooth, dark voice sounds behind you, two pairs of eyes snapping to the source.

Touya.

Leaning against the cased opening, he smirks—a cruel little curl up of his lips, sharp and void of mirth—his arms crossed loosely over his chest in practiced apathy.

Sapphire eyes skim down your knotted bodies slow and languid, appraising, degrading, before climbing back up to meet your own stare, blue flames licking around his pupils.

“It’s not right,” he continues. He’s talking to Daddy, but his eyes haven’t left your own, the inferno blazing in his irises so bright you’re sure it’ll leave sunspots blooming in your vision.

It hurts, but you won’t bow, you won’t break—not here, not now, not for him.

With decided defiance, you trail the tip of your nose along the sharp edge of your father’s jaw—slow, soft, sensual—planting a chaste kiss to the strong, defined hinge, steadily holding your eldest brother’s unblinking gaze.

Oh, Touya knows what you’re doing.

And, oh, Touya fucking hates it.

Something sours his face, twists his features into a bitter wince—anger, or heartache, or both, morphing his handsomeness into something ugly, stained with envy.

“Oh, Touya,” Enji dismisses with a grumble and a roll of his eyes. “Can’t a father hug his little girl when he comes home? What’s the issue with that?”

“Jesus Christ, you can’t be serious,” Touya snorts, and it’s caustic, gnawing through the heavy atmosphere. “Your ‘little girl’ is a grown fucking woman. It’s weird.”

It’s wrong.

“Touya’s got a point, Enji,” Rei says as she rounds the corner, lips pressed in a flat, thin line. “Sweetheart,” her eyes find yours, mouth stretching into a small, tight smile, straining beneath the pressure of contrived cordiality. “We talked about this.”

Brow furrowing, your eyes swap between their faces. “But I’m—I was just—”

But it’s no use trying to explain; they’ve already made up their minds, already sentenced you to damnation, ice and slate scrutinizing, suffocating as their combined stares weigh down on you.

A garbled noise hitches in your throat, something that sounds suspiciously similar to unfair as you untangle yourself from your Daddy, Enji’s large hands aiding in the task, setting you down onto the hardwood floor gently.

A precious moment, smashed to bits by hard jealousy.

An apologetic ruffle of your hair, his palm so massive it practically encases the entire top of your head—sorry, kiddo—and then he’s off, stalking down the hallway for a much-anticipated shower to wash the grime of the day from his skin, his wife following close to his side, hissing out reproaches, fragments of their conversation—discourage and indulge and shouldn’t—slicing your ears.

“You always ruin everything,” you spit at your brother, the moment both of your parents are out of view.

“That so?” he gazes down at you with polished impassivity, sapphire lidded but scorching—but you know him better than that, you know him the best.

“Yeah, that is so,” you seethe. “It’s so unfair that you get to fuck anything that moves but I’m not even allowed to give our father a simple hug.”

Disgust screws up his face, but it’s tinged with desolation, the implication sewn into your words loud and clear—if you could, if Daddy would let you, you’d fuck him, too.

Whether or not that’s true, whether or not it’s just a tactic to hurt him, doesn’t matter. The fact that you’re even making the implication itself is enough.

And Touya knows better than most that these little quips, razored little insults spit between siblings, always have a glimmer of truth to them.

“There’s nothing simple about that ‘hug’—if that’s what you want to call it.” The words are acrid, stinging his tongue, but his voice cracks, eroded by emotion.

“What would you call it?”

“You should be ashamed,” he continues, ignoring your question.

“Why? It’s just an innocent—”

“Innocent?” he scoffs, eyebrows raising with sardonic surprise. “It’s indecent. Winding around our father like that, climbing him like he’s a fucking tree—” His face puckers, the thought venom in his mouth, head shaking in disapproval.

“Maybe you’re just jealous,” you say, lifting your nose with a haughty air of superiority, eyes gleaming with the thrill of the kill. “Huh? Jealous that I touch Daddy like that so freely, jealous that I like Daddy better than I like you.”

Poor Daddy, used as a toy, a tool to wield against your big brother—the only foolproof weapon in your arsenal, the only surefire way to hurt Touya, to guarantee you get what you’re so desperately vying for.

Daddy’s Little Girl always gets what she wants—consciously or not, Daddy makes sure of that.

Touya smirks in response; nothing more than a lopsided twitching of his lips, the hellfire in his eyes flaring, a spark of terror zipping through your veins. Huffing out the ghost of a laugh through his nostrils—humourless, bleak—his tongue runs along his front teeth, sucking hard, eyes narrowed.

You know what that means, too.

You’ll pay for that remark later tonight, face shoved into your eldest brother’s pillows, cotton wedged between your teeth as his hips smack your ass and his cock pounds your cervix and his fingers tighten around your wrists, yanking back with every plunging thrust forward, using them as leverage, your muscles pulled taut and aching.

And that’ll just be the start. He won’t stop until his pillow is thoroughly soaked with you—your tears, your spit, your sweat, drying in hard crusts of salt—until you’re sobbing out his honorific, twined so beautifully with messy apologies, the only words your stupid little brain can comprehend, until your cute little cunt has been fucked raw, split open by his thick cock over and over and over again, stuffed so full of your big brother’s cum that it’s oozing past his shaft in dribbles of cream.

He won’t stop until your body is mangled and marred with him, dark splotches of broken blood vessels and scabby molds of his teeth reminding you of who you truly belong to.

And then, he’ll fuck you some more.

Your Welcome Home ritual won’t be the only thing your big brother is ruining tonight.

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