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takami-takami · 11 months
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Okay this is a longshot but does anyone have the gif of hawks's eyes looking all wobbly when he talks to Endeavor to comfort him after the nomu fight? Not these ones, but the other one from this scene. Or any gifs from this scene. It's important insight!
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nonobadcat · 1 year
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I literally adore the way you write shiggy and I've gotten obsessed over that little crusty. You write all bnha characters amazingly and that's why I'm very curious about your dabi ban. Just out of pure curiosity why not dabi despite you'd write him amazingly? I mean to be honest there's million good reasons to leave that melting ass on his own but which did you pick ? Thank you for your amazing content all the same and you're the best!
Oh that. Long story short - I have daddy issues. (・・;)
TW: alcoholism, death, child abuse
So... part of the reason I'm so awol on and off for these last 6 months is my father died of his alcoholism and alcoholism induced dementia in Dec.
My childhood was a mixture of two types of memories:
A loving, supportive father who was super proud of me to other people (and many times, to my face).
A: Showed up to every childhood play, project, band concert even if it meant being penalized for taking off work B: Damn near punched a female gym teacher who told me to "suck it up and stop pretending" when my endometriosis left me so anemic I was blacking out. C: Raised me to learn that my opinion was valued and of equal weight to the adults in the home when making family decisions. As a result, numerous adults told my parents "It's so weird. Your daughter looks me in the eye and speaks to me like an adult even though she's so young". D: Supported my mom through multiple college degrees by handling my brother and I, the cooking, the bills, the mail and anything else she didn't have the emotional energy for. E: Being a life line to numerous friends with PTSD from military service, dangerous marriages, etc. When it came to protecting others, my father never backed down from a bully even if it put him in danger for his own life.
A red faced, frothing mad, perfectionist who screamed me out of the house over the following things:
A: The dishes being in the wrong place in the dishwasher (the "correct location" changed weekly so it was impossible to do it right) B: Being unable to spell words which were far below my reading level despite having perfect grades in every subject and a vocabulary large enough to pass the English component of the GRE at 12 years old. (Turns out I have dyslexia. Found that out at the age of 25.) C: Telling him I was too scared to drive with him because he was unable to stand up. We now know that, for him, that means his BAC was over 3.0%.
There is much more to it then that, but this is what I am will to talk about on the internet.
As to my fathers death: he got black out drunk, injured himself, had multiple surgeries to fix the injury, had been detoxed for 3 months, was literally coming home in 12 hours, and died from a massive blood clot to the lungs (while on 3 blood thinners) as my mother was walking through the threshold to his hospital room.
So... what does this have to do with Dabi? This basically:
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Don't get me wrong. Unlike most of tumblr, I do not hate Endeavor. I think his character is well done, the Todoroki's varied reactions to the abuse are horrifyingly realistic, and the way he projects a public image and a private image is spot on. Honestly, in many ways, he's the opposite of my dad's sweet, soft sober personality, but the abuse resonates perfectly except for two things:
Endeavor canonically regrets what he did and tried to change (it'll never be enough, but he's trying).
My father couldn't remember, so there was neither regret nor acknowledgment of the abuse nor any attempts to change it.
As to which of the BNHA children I feel best represents me: it depends on the day. When I can recall the kindness, I'm Fuyumi. When I recall the heated arguments about how he was going to die of liver failure, I'm Shoto. When I recall how my mother had to spend her entire marriage being his "handler" at every social event, I'm Natsuo.
I when I recall all the times I hid with my cat in my room as he shrieked at me through the door... well...
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However, unlike Shigaraki, I will never get closure for my abuse.
Where does that leave me?
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I just can't bring myself to be romantic about the worst parts of myself. I want to forgive, if for no other reason then this hatred will eat my soul if I do not. However, my feelings are just so raw that Dabi hits too close to home.
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touyasdoll · 2 years
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I’ve decided to write an Enji fic and I wish I was kidding lmao
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toogayforthistoday · 2 years
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If nothing else brings me joy today, at least I have Endeavor looking like he got his ass beat out of the One Piece manga by one Monkey D. Luffy
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cioudy-skies · 2 years
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tw: child abuse mention, endeavor mha
i am laughing so hard ,
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I’d really rather anyone else was my father. I’d even take All For One at this point.
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faux-ee · 2 years
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they r (literally lmao) on the same page this is all i need for now
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mistninja · 2 years
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shdo-xplosion · 1 year
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HEAT • e. todoroki •°. *࿐
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warnings: stepcest, periods, period sex, fingering, infidelity (not really dwelled upon), use of “daddy”, enji is a human heating pad *1.3k words
notes: its about to be that time of the month *sob sob* and i am in a bad brain mood that makes me wanna do nothing except cuddle with my heating pad so here we are! manga cap colored n edited by moi (*꒦ິ³꒦ີ)
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Enji hates seeing you like this, his little angel, overtaken by fatigue and pain. You’ve been lounging on the couch for most of the day, moving from one position to another in hopes of finding temporary relief. Enji had been eyeing the calendar in preparation, picking a few things up from the nearby store so that you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty head.
But soft silicon discs and organic chocolate can only do so much. You keep swapping out your heating pad for the full heated blanket, keep curling up only to get up and walk around, and Enji can only take so much whining. It’s not that he’s irritated—never with you—he just hates seeing you in pain.
“Come here, baby,” he sighs, taking a seat on the far end of the couch and patting one of his humongous thighs.
You look at him with a hesitant sort of hope, “are you sure, daddy?” waiting for him to nod before scrambling over and slotting yourself on his lap.
You sit facing him, chest to chest, your head resting on his burly shoulder as Enji allows his hands to heat up. He slips them under your threadbare shirt, placing them on the small of your back just over your kidneys. Your relieved sigh comes out as more of a moan, your body melting against his.
Enji has gotten better about keeping his hands off of you, his precious step-daughter. What started as a curiosity turned into an accident that formed a habit. A very bad habit. It isn’t illegal. You’re in your twenties for Christ’s sake. But, it isn’t right. Enji shouldn’t be touching you like this. But, you want him to, especially on days like this.
“I know you’re the number one hero n’ all,” you hum, nuzzling against his throat, “and your job is to fight villains, but… I think your true calling is period relief.”
Enji laughs deeply, slowly working his thumbs into your back. “I don’t do this for just anyone, you know.”
“I know, I know.” You place a feather light kiss to his neck, and Enji damns himself when he feels his cock twitch under you. “Just saying. If hero work doesn’t pan out…”
He doesn’t respond, trying to stay in his right mind as you shift over him. You get comfortable where you lean against him, legs parted on either side of him, and for a little while Enji just sits and watches the asinine drama you have playing on the TV, rubbing small circles into your muscles.
It isn’t like he’s had these feelings since you were young. You and your mother came into his life when you were nearly 18 already, and his mind didn’t start betraying him until a few years after that. Enji isn’t sure if it’s the slew of worthless boys you keep bringing around to meet him, the constant threats on your life, or his own struggle with mortality, but something has Enji going a little crazy in recent months. Something is giving him an insatiable need to protect and take care of you. To make you his.
He doesn’t look at you the same way he looks at his other children, nor does he see you the same way he saw Rei or how he sees your mother. You're something else entirely. Quirkless but fearless, a force to be reckoned with yet so easy to be brought to your knees when it’s your dear daddy asking.
It was just a one time thing when you came home crying after a break up and Enji helped you forget about that stupid boy. Just a special occasion when you got all dressed up for the gala and Enji took you in your bedroom after everyone else had gone ahead. And, all the nights he saunters into your room while you’re knuckle deep in your pussy, trying so hard to get yourself off—that’s just so you can both get some rest. He doesn’t want you like that because it would be wrong. No way for the Number One hero to behave or think. They’re just little lapses in judgment here and there.
“Daddy?”
Enji grunts in response, toes curling at the sound of your voice cooing such a suggestively innocent title.
“Still hurts,” you whisper.
He warms his hands against your back a bit more, palms probably an uncomfortable temperature to anyone who isn’t seeking heat therapy.
“Any better?”
You shake your head, rubbing your face back and forth into his neck. “Inside. It’s…” He can hear your teeth slide against one another as you clench your jaw tightly. “Just hurts.”
He feels the way you spread your legs further, bearing down on him. It isn’t subtle. You may not be saying it with your mouth, but you’re all but rubbing your covered pussy over his hardening cock, a silent plea.
“You think that’ll help?” Enji questions, well aware of his baritone voice and the effect it has on you.
You shiver in his lap and nod. “S’long as you’re gentle.”
Tilting his head to the side, he guides your chin on his shoulder until you’re eye to eye with one another. “Aren’t I always?” Enji hasn’t always been known to be a soft man. In fact, his reputation has always been about being cruel, harsh, with no room for mercy. Things change over time, though, and even if they hadn’t, you would be the exception.
He helps you off of him so that you can shimmy out of your cloth shorts and panties. You tell him these are special made for periods, to absorb blood, “but if you want me to put a disc in really quick…”
Enji hushes you, fighting not to roll his eyes. “I’m not scared of a little blood, honey.”
To prove his point, he guides you back to his lap, slipping two thick fingers between your folds. Enji doesn’t push them further, just gathers the warm fluid coating your lips, teasing your hole with it. You grip his shoulders, face scrunched up.
“I’m going to give you one now, hm?” he warns, slowly delving his middle finger into the heat of your cunt. You take him easily, aided by your arousal and blood. As promised, Enji is slow and careful as he stretches you, watching for your expression to relax before adding his second finger.
“Alright, turn around, sweet girl,” he softly commands, waiting for you to face outward before guiding your hips down to meet his. Your body tenses when his fat cockhead slips into you, and Enji holds still so that you can adjust to his size. He lets you set the pace from there, delighting in the way that you slowly ease yourself down on his cock. Little by little, inch by inch, your walls spasming around his length until you settle right in his lap.
You let out a shaky breath, legs trembling, but it all goes away when Enji ushers you to his chest, letting you lean back as he places his hot hands over the lower part of your tummy. The angle has his cock pressed against your front wall, spongy tissue swelling around him, and just like that you find your relief.
“Feels so much better,” you say. Your voice isn’t slurred or all pleasure-rich despite Enji being able to feel your body’s reaction to him. No, you are content, at peace after a full day of discomfort.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you nod and giggle, “need to remember this for next time. Who needs Midol when I can just have this cock?”
Enji groans, shifting his hips to push his tip straight against your cervix.
“You can have it whenever you need, angel,” he mutters, brushing his lips over your shoulder and expertly kneading the tender skin of your hips. “Just say the word and daddy will come to your rescue.”
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black-aurora-nora · 1 year
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New Baby Pt. 2 | Yandere!Todoroki Family x Reader
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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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moodyvoid · 1 year
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The irony of Endeavor crying and saying he can’t fight his fully grown adult son, but he was completely okay with abusing them when they were children.
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dilfslayer1080p · 4 months
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LEAKED HLVRAI 2 FOOTAGE 100% REAL NO FAKE
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Friend, I just screamed. SCREAMED.
How about this~ if I may request an Enji that happens to see a perfect little darling happening by and can't help himself...
...I'll happily write a request for you in exchange!
You'll get yours 😈 when I think of one
Subject: BNHA, Enji Todoroki aka Endeavor
Title: Future
Trigger Warning: Obsessive behavior, kidnapping, fantasizing, breeding (mentioned), Enji is a Karen confirmed
Enji fumed walking to his tailor. He had received a message from one of his sidekicks stating that his presence was "unnegotiable" at tonight's charity gala and worse, he needed a new suit within a handful of hours because he'd put on so much muscle mass that he'd burst out of his old one. It was turning out to be a rough and irritating day.
He shoved open the door to the shop, the little bell jingling to make his presence known--as if he needed it when his heavy footsteps.
A tiny figure popped up from behind the counter. "Just a minute! Mr. Ao is currently working with another client but I'll be more than happy to help when I put these swatches away."
Great, the apprentice. Well, it didn't matter to him as long as you sewed his suit correctly. He was paying good money for the best possible service, after all.
He didn't pay much attention when you lead him to a private fitting room. It wasn't until you closed the door that he remembered where he was. The private room was decently sized with a rack of premade jackets to the side, three mirrors that caught every angle in the room, a small table full of sewing equipment, and of course the dark wooded chair for Enji to sit in.
In this room alone with you, he finally processed who he was looking at. You. With your pretty little sewing apron and messy hair. Your tiny but nimble hands unwrapping the measuring tape. The way you politely commanded him to lift his arms as if you could possibly command him to do anything...
He wanted you. Bad.
Feeling your hard-working hands wrap around the meat of his muscles, giving a gentle squeeze to measure the give for the fabric. Your short arms struggling to wrap around his waist, pulling the measuring tape taught against the planes of his abs and dragging it up to the full curves of his sculpted pecs. He shivered when the tape scraped his nipples through his shirt.
"Are you cold?" You asked.
God, even your voice was cute.
"I don't get cold," Enji said. He was still grumpy, you being the cutest thing he'd ever seen hadn't changed that.
"Oh, okay." You picked up his old suit and examined it, comparing your new measurements with the old recorded in Ao's customer book. "Wow, you sure gained a lot of muscle Mr. Todoroki. Looks about a whole three inches of girth all around."
Why did you have to say girth? Now he was thinking about those little hands wrapped around the meat of his cock. Would those tiny hands of yours even be able to wrap around his balls? God, feeling you cup them would be amazing, desperately trying to wring his cum from them--
Now was not the time to be fantasizing, he reminded himself.
"Where's my tea?" Enji demanded, trying to get his mind off of you. "Mr. Ao always has tea prepared for his guests."
"Right! Sorry, sir." You skittered out of the room and returned with a paper cup of steaming green tea. When your hands brushed his for that split second of transference, Enji could have sworn he felt sparks.
When he married Rei it hadn't been for love. It had been about power when he spread her open and bred her. Enji knew of love and saw it everything and everyone but himself. But now... He felt it. This was love. Or at the very least, this was his breeding instincts begging for one last round in the ring.
Would you be a good girl for him, like Rei? Or would you fight him every step of the way? He could imagine you clawing at the wide expanse of his back, your tiny legs wrapped around his waist as he plowed into you hard enough to ensure you couldn't escape him the next day. You wouldn't want for anything under him, nothing but freedom--assuming you were coherent enough from his cock that you remembered you wanted it.
Shit, you were talking again. Oh you pretty little thing, didn't you know what you were doing to him? You had to know.
It took him everything to focus on what you were saying, "Since we don't have time to make a whole new suit, I thought maybe we could change the design to add more fabric in a fashionable capacity." You picked up a tablet and showed him a rough sketch of his jacket with red fabric inlaid in the seams to accommodate his size. Frankly he knew nothing about fashion so it looked good to him.
He just wanted you to touch him again.
"That's fine," he said. "As long as I have full use of my arms and legs. You wouldn't know anything about being a hero, but even the clothes we wear outside of work need to accommodate our movement as well as be quirk resistant."
"Of course, sir! Hero work is really intense. I can get started on your suit right away and have it delivered to your address with time to spare. Should I have Mr. Ao bill to the usual account?"
"Will you be the one delivering it?"
"Ah, no. We usually outsource deliveries, sir."
"Hm. I think it would be best if you did. That way you can come with me to the gala." What was he saying! "It would be... Uh, it would be a good way for you to show off your work, maybe make some connections. People from all walks of life will be there, I'm sure that this could be a good opportunity for you."
"I... I don't know what to say." You blushed, sweet and shy, confidence slipping in the face of opportunity. "I would love to."
"Excellent, my driver can take us there and back. Just dress nicely."
"Of course, sir, and thank you again. I'm going to get started on the modifications."
"Please do." Enji stood up, turning away from you quickly and coldy to walk out the door so you couldn't see the outline of his hardening cock in his pants.
He reminded himself to be patient.
Later that night when you arrived in your pretty, slim fitting dress and his bold but fashionable tux, Enji said, "You're a little early. Please come in. I'll make you some tea before I change."
"Oh, I don't want to bother you Mr. Todoroki!"
"It's no bother." He gestured for you to come inside and the moment your foot crossed the threshold of your new home, Enji firmly closed the door and locked it. "Now, why don't we talk about your future?"
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cupcakegal25 · 3 months
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more mha and @dear-ao3 but it's mostly shouto this time
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serxinns · 4 months
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Yandere endevour, Miriko and hawks vs aizawa all might and Nezu
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• oh boy it's gonna be chaos
•aizawa and Endeavor Is a literal death match Aizawa never really trusted Endeavor, especially knowing about his past actions he doesn't care about him being the number one Hero When you are caught in the mix he will do everything to protect you whether you like it or not, Aizawa would pull you away from the endeavor even when he's trying to have a friendly conversation with you he would always call you over for a hug and would give him death glares when you hug him back,
• endevour the other hand Endeavor would try to teach you things making sure you aren't gonna hurt yourself he would always use his power as a pro hero to make you spend more time with him,, for example, would convince you to not text back your teacher if you're training with him and always use the excuse "I'll inform your teacher that's your with me after will he's not supposed to text you in the middle of training anyway
•Mirko and Nezu would be the starting the match Nezu would've had no problem blackmailing her to ending her career easily but since you were such a big fan of hers he didn't wanna see your heart get shattered so he tolerated her for now But he always keep a watch out for you whenever you're since your her intern student every time you would have a fangirl moment about Mirko he would always try to change the subject by planning a fun day with you and the teachers (mostly Aizawa) or either wanting to have private tea times with you
•Mirko would always Try to tease Nezu and the others by bragging about how much fun you were having with her copying off your words and taunting them by buying you her merch and signing it off, whenever you're busy fanboying/fangirling about how strong and amazing she is she cent help but feeling more confident with herself and just give you a big bug you were just so cute she could eat you right up! She would teach you good fighting techniques with or without using your quirk and always give you tips whenever she loves that bright smile and squealing you always do when you're around her it makes her wanna squeal too!
•Hawks and all might are the clingest out of the trio so don't be surprised whenever they're fighting you're always being either hugged, Carried, or even flown away
Whenever you're trying to interact with Hawks all might randomly appear out of nowhere glare at Hawks for a moment and pick you up by the shoulder and feature how Hawks is a bad influence on you while you're all flustered and embarrassed hitting his back telling him to put you down, whenever whenever hawks tries to sneak you out when you're trying to have fun all might will be the one to notice that your disappearance and once they get you back he threatens hawks to fuck off and few you back into your dorms ignoring ur protests
•Hawks Dislike how all Might coddle you and despise him doing the same thing. He hated the way you're always being lectured by him with little to no reason so what does he do about that? Well, do the same thing ofc! Hawks would make you have a sleepover with him and despise the teacher's protest (especially all might) he and all might would bicker about the littlest thing and would even have competition about who would give y/n the best merch heck they'll even give you and sometimes izuku the merch BEFORE it's out, whenever hawks hugs you he would always put a middle finger without u noticing lol either way it's gonna be a hella lot to deal with since these trios are working together to have you to their selves to be prepared
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lesinquietes · 8 months
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You come in for a job interview with the number one hero. The description specified that you would be doing a lot of physical work in your new role, but you didn’t realize that also entails giving yourself to your boss whenever he demands it. Your training starts today ❤️
Tw; 18+ dubcon smut // endeavour x fem!reader
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“I know you’ve been waiting for this,” he chuckles darkly, fingernails digging into your plush hips. “You’ve needed a man to show you how this is done for a while now, haven’t you?”
He bites back a heavy groan when he finally slides his fat cock past your silky lips, filling your greedy pussy as deeply as you can take him. His tip nudges against a particularly delicious sweet spot, drawing a sensual gasp from your throat. Your tongue hangs from your mouth like a thirsty dog; it’s fitting that he’s made you his bitch. You might not have planned for this to unfold, during an interview no less, but you can’t pretend you’re upset by this steamy result.
His digits entangle themselves in your tresses, yanking you so you back arches the way he fantasized it would when he first laid eyes on your pretty body. He holds himself inside you for a time and flexes, intent on getting your narrow hole used to his girth. Your toes curl at the way his member twitches on command. It teases you just long enough to distract you.
He reaches around to your torso and slips his hand beneath your shirt. Then, he rips open your blouse. Buttons fly across his office, disappearing under his desk and ricocheting off the wall. He’ll buy you a new one if you’re upset about him ruining it; material items don’t at all matter right now.
“Why did you decide to wear this today, hmm?”
His large palm finds your breast, cupping it over your white lace bralette. Maybe you expected to seduce him. With a body like yours, so unique and beautiful in its natural form, you were correct to anticipate that he would be interested. Yes, satiating himself with you is precisely what he needs. He decides enough is enough.
He tears your bra off, tossing the ruined fabric across the room. It strikes one of the tall windows. Your eyes widen when you realize that you’re exposed for the world to see. It’s nighttime and he didn’t pull down the blinds. What will people say if they happen to glance up from the sidewalk and see you, offering your body for a high salary job to the number one hero in Japan?
“Don’t worry about them,” he growls, as though reading your thoughts. “Focus on what I’m doing to you.”
He starts to thrust. His fingers latch onto one of your nipples and tug on it. You whimper at the sensation. This is horribly wrong. He’s freshly divorced and— and he’s going to be your boss! You can’t be doing stuff like this with the man in charge of overseeing your pay checks; you wouldn’t want him to think this is going to be a regular thing. You certainly wouldn’t want this to become a habit.
But that’s clearly not what Enji thinks, as he busts a huge load in your pussy, stuffing you to the brim.
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