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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Intimacy

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

➤ A chill morning with you and Shoto. However, you forget you’re having company. Spoiler alert: you guys like to cuddle naked

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Shoto's soft breaths pan over your skin. His chill fingers rest on your stomach, his face tucked in your neck. You don't know how long you'd been laying there after you woke, but you didn't dare move, wanting to soak up all the time of cuddling you had left.

At some point, you finally decide to turn around. Slow, turning in Shoto's hold and pressing more against his chest. You loved times like these. You could run your hands through his hair, down his chest, and just feel close to him.

Even after all the years, you've been together, lying with him never gets old. You adapted to stripping away all your clothes when you guys slept. It's perfect for both of you. Sensual, intimate, the skin-to-skin makes you both feel happy, connected.

"You know they'll be awake any second now, right?" Shoto's voice pulls you from your tranquil thoughts. You blink and look up at him. His tired eyes barely cracked open as he looked at you, a small smile trying to pull at his lips.

"Yeah, well, we can probably stretch for a few more minutes," you say.

You both knew the twins would be up soon, wanting breakfast as they always did, but if you could, you'd stay in bed with Shoto as long as possible.

Shoto tightens his arm around you, pressing your naked body closing, feeling content and at peace. You close your eyes again and shift up a bit so you can bury your face in his neck, feeling yourself slip back asleep.

Sure enough, though, within seconds, you hear the patter of two sets of little feet racing down the hallway and bursting into your room.

"Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!"

"Yuri, Yuki, what have we told you about coming into our room when the door's closed. You have to knock," Shoto gently scolds, discretely lifting the blankets a little higher over your body for security. With you and Shoto's cuddling habits, plus how close and comfortable you are, ever since the twins could walk and get around on their own, you guys told them if your door was closed, knock. You never knew what you two could be doing or what the situation was, and you didn't want them to see something they shouldn't.

"But grandma told us to wake you!" Yuki chirps happily, standing next to your bed.

Your eyes snap open, and you pull away slightly to sit up and turn around. "Wait, grandma-"

"Good morning!" your mother coo as she enters the room, tray table in hand.

Your eyes widen, your hand flying to secure the blanket over your chest as you completely sit up. "Mom! You- I-I forgot you were coming today. How'd you get in?" your surprise quickly switches to confusion.

"My lovely grandkids, of course," she says, happy, as she sets the tray on the edge of your bed. "I made breakfast."

"Mommy, are you naked?" Yuri asks, a confused look on his face as he stands directly next to you, able to see your bare back.

"Oh, I- I-"

"FREEZY!" Yuki shouts as she appears at the other side of your bed, activating her quirk, little icicles forming in her hands, and presses them to Shoto's back. Shoto hisses and jumps, his body pressing against yours as he scoots away from the little girl.

It's something she picked up on doing ever since she found her quirk. She'd surprise Todoroki and press her cold hands to his body randomly. Usually, his legs, maybe even his butt since that's all she could reach, but since he was laid down on his side, she could get to his bare skin, immediately taking advantage of the opportunity.

"Where did she even learn to do that?" Shoto groans and turns over, burying his face into his pillow as he tries to warm his back.

"Mom, can you please take them and wait outside while we get ready?" you plead, wanting a few moments for you and Shoto to collect yourselves. "And Yuki, Yuri, I told you both not to open the door for anyone. Do not do that again, even if you think you know who it is," you give the five-year-old boy next to you a stern look.

Your mother nods and starts to turn back to the door. "Come on, kid. Why don't we let your parents start eating and get dressed, and I'll take you to the park."

Yuki has always been the twin you have to watch out for the most since she's so outgoing and energetic. So once again, you don't notice as she pulls the chair that's next to the bed from Shoto's desk, settling it next to the bed and climbing on it, then jumping on you two, effectively startling you both.

As a reflex, you put your hands out to catch and stable her in your lap, but that also makes the blanket fall from your chest, plus ruffling the covers and moving them off Shoto as well. “But I wanna stay here,” she says when she lands.

Yuri gasps, "Mommy is naked!" his little face scrunching up as he points.

"Daddy is too!!" Yuki shouts as she looks at Shoto.

"Ewwwwww." They both say in unison.

Shoto is quick to try to cover himself up as you do the same, trying to shimmy the blanket back between you and the little girl on your lap. “Alright, alright, come on, let’s give them some privacy and you can join them for lunch later,” your mom tries again. This time it works, the kids sigh and begin to exit your room. “Next time maybe they’ll be ready for the surprise company,” your mom says, giving you a teasing look.

“Mom!”

“What? Not my fault you two do it like rabbits,” she teases.

“Do wha-“ Yuri starts.

“We weren’t-“ you say at the same time.

“Byeeeee!” your mom interrupts as she closes the door.

You and Shoto sigh, relaxing back into the bed and taking a moment. “Those kids,” you sigh.

“That mother,” Shoto snickers.

“Our family,” you look over at him, both of you erupting in laughter.

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dat-bruv-person · 2 years

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༊*·˚ can't sleep love

a/n: I see bnha fanart and am like wow why can't my ocs feature in this shit but don't worry one day I'll create my own manga and me and Horikoshi can collab 😤 🤧

gn!reader, black/poc!reader friendly :)

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Deku has you in his mind 24/7 and has successfully managed not to make a fool of himself since coming to terms with his feelings. Whenever he sees you, his hot af crush, he wipes the sweat off of his head and struts towards you to show you the new decorations he did around the page he made dedicated to you - ignore him tripping over his own feet. My guy is a show-off and hear me out, here is what he says. Hi [last name], good morning! So I was looking at you in training whilst you were fighting Kaachan, n-not like that of course, and made a few more notes on you and your quirkl! Look at the flowers I put around your name! That one's called a primrose~ ₊·*◟(⌯ˇ- ˇ⌯)◜‧*･ Boy shut your proud ass up-

Todoroki wants to be on your good side, and even before Deku could convince him that he was not his father and didn't have to do as he wanted, he knew you'd be a good ally and person to look out for. As a result of his friend's pep talk and having a new outlook on the concept of companionship, Shouto decided that befriending you was a good place to start; he asks if he's still your friend every 5 seconds. Good morning, [last name]. I've heard Asui call you [name], do I have permission to do the same? I feel like you mean a lot to me and therefore I should mean a lot to you too right? You may call me Shouto because you are my friend, so I should be able to call you [name]. We are still friends, right? I can hold your hand as Uraraka does with you, right? I can- I know that Aizawa-sensei has told us to be quiet but I feel my questions are more important at the moment. So? How about we go to lunch together and you can think about it on your way there- no we are not going with Yaoyarozu. It's just you and me as close friends. Think about parents going on a date, they don't want their children interfering.

Just Bakugou™️ Oi, loser, what do you think you're doing with Shitty Hair and Dunce Face? They won't teach you anything good, come lemme shove some quality knowledge into that head-empty brain of yours!

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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cw: breeding

dabi who practically explodes when you call him his real name while fucking. the revelation that it’s not just the villain you love - it’s all of him - the villain, the tortured child, the man who loves you - every part of him.

your mouth lets out a weak “touya” while he’s inside you and suddenly he loses all control - hips rutting ‘nd bucking into you like a dog. he practically cums on the spot, shaking and grunting loudly through a world-shattering orgasm.

then, he’s practically drooling; doing and saying anything to hear it drop from your lips.

“say it again, babygirl. c’mon, say my name.” he moans - dick as deep as it can go, before sliding out all the way to the tip and shoving back in, kissing your most plush, sensitive spot with every stroke.

“t-t-touya~” weakly rolls its way out of your lips as white cream from just before spills out of you onto the sheets below with every thrust.

“no, louder baby, c’mon… say it for me”

“t-touya-”

“that’s it. who’s making you feel good?”

“you are, touya~” you squeal, his hands gripping the meat of your thighs to push you further into a mating press.

“whose pussy is this, doll?”

“yours, touya. it’s j’st for you!”

“that’s right. all mine. and i’m the one you love right? i’m the whose baby you want - whose cum you need, aren’t i?” his blue eyes stare down at you in a mix of possessiveness, love, lust and desperation.

“yes. yes it’s you, touya - I love you, touya. want you, touya. want to have your baby, touya.”

dabi touya swears he’s never cum harder in his life.

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melaninmight · 1 year

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flames of jealousy

- endeavor (enji todoroki) x reader | wc: 3.3k

꒰ ▹ ꒱ — listening: deep — summer walker

꒰ ఇ ꒱ — synopsis: enji’s jealousy gets the best of him when he witnesses other men flirting with you.

꒰ ఇ ꒱ — cw: smut, nsfw 18+, boss/employee relationship, reader is a PA, dom! Endeavor, sub! reader, slight mention of abuse, jealousy, vaginal fingering, oral sex, slight chocking, spanking, kissing, french kissing, roughness

꒰ ! ꒱ — disclaimers :: the couple are in an established, consenting relationship (Enji + Rei are divorced); bnha franchise, anime + manga belong to horikoshi. this fic was written w/ black reader in mind. minors DNI!

Slumping in your seat, you exhaled a breath of relief.

The sense of accomplishment plagued your worn-out mind. Since filling out the role of a PA for the newly Number One hero, these past few weeks were daunting. With the League of Villains at large and the citizens of Tokyo on high alert, you were responsible for scheduling meetings/appointments for the Flame Hero. If that wasn’t good enough, on rare occasions, you’d travel alongside the hero in case of international affairs.

Unlike the previous PAs before you, you pursued this job with grace. Rumor has it that Endeavor is a hot-headed asshole, hence the main reason why the other PAs quit; they couldn’t (or weren’t emotionally secured) enough to tolerate such behavior. One of them was fired for getting the position solely to get closer to him, in a way. Consider yourself the sole lucky one of the bunch; you had yet to rub the man the wrong way. Your record was exceptional and you performed the role accordingly. Nothing could go wrong, right?

The sound of the intercom pulled you from your thoughts.

“Mrs. (Y/N), Endeavor would like to see you at his office. It’s urgent.”

Your heart sunk, straightening your position.

As much as you didn’t want to over exaggerate, you quickly got up from your seat and hurriedly rushed towards the elevator, pressing ‘Floor 1’ (Endeavor’s Office). Even with the peaceful elevator music in the background, your anxiety grew each time the numbers went up on the red-dotted screen.

‘What could he possibly need? Am I gonna get fired?’

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*bing*

Taking a deep breath, you strengthen your composure once you’ve reached your boss’s office. The elevators opened, walking inside to take in your surroundings. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you were in his office, although it still didn’t ease the anxiety built up on the lump of your throat.

On the right, you turned to see the man himself looking out the windows, his muscled back in front of you. His attire immediately caught your eye; instead of his hero costume, he wore a red-velvet suit set with shiny black dress shoes. His hands dug into his pant pockets, causing you to flush. You couldn’t lie to yourself when you knew how handsome he looked.

‘No, no (Y/N)! Get a grip! You know better!’ you shook your head, ridding the potential dirty thoughts threatening to fill your brain.

Walking yourself into the dark room, the elevator silently closing behind you, you made your way towards the desk, his back still facing you. Though, you couldn’t make out his reflection through the window.

You swallowed any built-up saliva before softly speaking,

“I-Is there something you needed, sir?”

Endeavor grunted, his back still turned towards you.

“Miss (L/N), I have a question for you. I do ask that you answer truthfully and honestly.”

Pressing your hands together, you nodded.

“Y-Yes sir.”

Turning his head, catching sight of you through his peripheral. Your nervous, flushed expression, coupled with your attire; a brown bodycon dress paired with a brown velvet tailor jacket, your height heightened with high knee stilettos. Gosh, you look stunning. So gorgeous. The way the outfit accentuates your curves sent this man feral. However, he kept his composure, turning around to face you entirely.

Icy blue eyes stared at your (e/c) ones, lips pressed in a straight line. His heavy footsteps broke the silence as he towered over you.

Your heart raced. Having the man up close, you felt his body heat radiating the not-too-far distance between the both of you. Your anxiety quickly picked up when you saw his lips part.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

The question threw you off. You were awaiting a question relating to business, but you never could’ve imagined your boss asking you such personal questions. Though, he did ask you to answer truthfully, so you couldn’t object.

“N-No sir. I’m currently single,” you answered.

Enji’s brows furrowed. He was conflicted on whether to believe you, or deny your answer and pressure you into telling the truth (or rather, his truth) that you were, indeed, seeing someone. But, by your unfazed expression, you were serious.

How could a woman as beautiful as you be single?

“I see,” he mumbled.

Your eyes never left him, watching his eyes close before opening up again, eyes reconnecting. He watched as your brown glossy lips pursed, your head tilted slightly in confusion.

‘If only you knew how much of an effect you have on me,’ he growled to himself.

He knew how wrong it must be for him to feel this way towards his PA. Never had he believed he’d be attracted to another woman since his fiery divorce with Rei. Given his ugly reputation of abuse towards his family, he felt he could never love again. Yet, that all changed when you walked into his agency seeking a job after you were fired from your last job.

You were aware of who you were prepared to work for, yet that didn’t deter you from the confidence you felt of fulfilling the role as Endeavor’s PA. And despite not admitting it, he admired your determination. Your work ethic was subpar compared to his previous PAs, all of whom quit because of his distant, cold demeanor. Though, you never complained; hell, you grew quite comfortable with his cold-natured self.

Another thing he didn’t admit was how attractive you are. You’ve only worked under his wing for 7 months and already the rest of the workforce grew a liking towards you, the male employees especially. Whatever outfit you wore for different days of the week for work, the male employees would stare (sometimes drool) whenever you passed through the halls, the aroma of your warm vanilla scented perfume filling the environment.

From a distance, Enji couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy from the attention you were unknowingly attracting. He hated how the good-for-nothing men working under his belt sought any opportunity they could to gain your approval, some going as far as to flirt with you on the spot, sending his flames aflame through his clothes.

Yet, he told himself he couldn’t have you. You could never possibly want a damaged man like him. You deserve to be with someone, man or woman, who was good-natured and could treat you like the Queen he visioned you to be.

“I-Is that all sir?” your soft voice broke him away from deep thoughts.

He forward his hand towards his lips, covering a cough.

“Y-Yes. Thank you, Miss (L/N).”

A slight trail of sweat left your forehead, nodding slowly before turning towards the elevators, your ass turned towards him. His eyes immediately glared at the round bums shaped underneath the dress.

‘Fuck. I can’t let her get away!’

Before you made it to the elevator, a hand circled your wrist, sending you flying around and pressed up against his hardened chest. Your small hands clutched against his shirt, flushed cheeks pressed against his lower body, you felt his biceps through the material.

“S-Sir?” you squeaked, clearly taken aback by the sudden move.

Enji’s strong arms closed around your waist, his head nuzzled against your head, inhaling the comforting scent of your coconut scented shampoo/conditioner combo from your hair.

“I’m sorry,” he hushed. “But the thought of you walking out of this office, knowing that those horny bastards will stop at nothing to claim what’s mine, makes my flames grow brighter.”

A silent gasp escaped your lips. No way in the world did you hear your boss admit to feeling jealous of your co-workers?

You lifted your head, craning your neck so you were eye-level with him.

“Is that so?” you whispered, your cheeks warm.

Enji’s heart raced, squeezing so tightly it threatened to burst.

Lifting you up, he pressed his lips against yours, savoring your taste. You wrapped your legs around his waist, melting into the fruitful kiss. Your hand roamed to caress his jawline, the rough texture of his muzzle tickling your fingertips, the other trailing through his red spiked hair.

The Flame Hero walked over to his desk, wiping everything off clean to make room for you, gently sitting you on the hardwood furniture, grinding his thigh against your crotch. Your body grew heated from the intensity, moaning from the subtle grinding as the kiss deepened, tongues twirling and tugging.

His large hands cupped your ass, leaving gentle gropes against the plump balls of flesh, causing shivers through your body. You were the first to pull from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting your lips, releasing a shuddered breath.

“E-Enji-”

The way you say his name made him feral once more, low growls vibrating his throat whilst leaning down to nip at your neck, leaving love bites on the sensitive spots. He pulled away to see the artwork he created, a sense of pride washed over him as he admired the final product: marking what’s his, and his alone.

“You’re mine now, Little Flame,” he whispered seductively, nipping at the tip of your ear.

“You hear me?”

“Y-Yes sir,” you whimpered.

He smirked. “Good girl. Now, release those sweet melodies for me.”

His large hands lingered underneath your dress, sneaking its way through your panties and grazing your pussy, his index finger swiping through your clit.

You shivered at the touch, trying to squeeze your thighs together but to no avail since the hunk of a man is in between them.

“E-Enji- so g-good,” you released a shaky breath, grinding against his finger.

He shuddered, slowly shoving two more fingers inside of you, your folds tightening around him, coated in your wet nectar.

“Your moans are like music to my ears, my dear. Perhaps I should hear them more often,” the man teased, his chuckle breathy.

You bit your lip, achingly turned on by his dirty talk and praise.

A whimpering cry slipped out your lips when he fastened his pace, fingers digging in and out of your tight lil’ hole.

“S-shit! I’m gonna… I-I’m gon-” your cries grew louder, hands gripping against his suit coat.

The minute you were about to release, he pulled out his fingers, raising them to his face to see the wet, glistering mess you left behind. You cried in frustration, not liking how he teased you so lewdly and not allowing you to cum. Without breaking eye contact, his pink tongue grazed against them, licking away any trace of you.

“You taste divine, my dear,” he purred.

Your chest rose from each shaky breath you released, face flushed as you watched him. Jolts of pleasure coursed through your body, causing more wetness to arouse from your folds. Closing your thighs, you placed a hand in between them, raising the hem of your dress to the point of removing the cloth entirely, exposing your nude melanated skin, your fingers rubbing against your clit as you played with yourself.

Of course, you knew Enji was watching, but perhaps you wanted him to. You wanted to show him how much you were desperate for him, how much you wanted him to punish you for being so naughty, so lewd.

The Flame Hero paid close attention to your expression, his eyes following your not-so discrete moves. He caught on with your plan, and that only seemed to fuel his already burning flames, his bulge growing beneath the fabric of his pants. He wasted no time in fondling his zipper, tugging it down to remove his pants and boxers, releasing the monster you were excited to witness. He went on to remove his tie and shirt, now completely nude, his chest glistening with sweat.

“Tch, it’s too stuffy in here,” his face flushed from the growing heat. He climbed off the bed and walked over towards one of the windows, opening it up to let the air cool off, the windy breeze blowing the curtains.

You watched him with glassy eyes, your fingers still toying with your pussy.

The sight of your lewd expression, the squelch of your juices against your fingers was a sight to behold.

“Fuck,” he growled as he quickly rushed over to you, his large hands clamped on your waist, raising you up and pulling you up in his arms. You squirmed at the friction between your entrance and the tip of his enormous cock.

“You never fail to entice me, Little Flame,” he praised, pressing his forehead against yours. “So beautiful, so sexy, and yet so breedable.”

You whimpered, eying him with glossy eyes.

“P-Please sir,” you begged. “Fuck m-me.”

That sent him over the edge. His grip onto you grew tighter, pulling you in for a heated, sloppy kiss. Fortunately, your wetness was like a natural lubricant, allowing his cock to ease its way inside you. His hips thrusted towards you, his tip rubbing against your sensitive clit before penetrating your hole, stuffing you slightly.

“I will not hold back,” he heaved, pulling away from the kiss. “Are you sure you’re ready to take all of me, Little Flame?”

You nodded quickly. “Y-Yes, sir.”

That said, he kept his word and didn’t hold back, beginning to slowly thrust in and out of you. Tears rolled down your eyes, lips trembling the further he thrusted inside you.

“S-So big–” you cried as your walls tightened around him.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Take all of me, Little Flame.”

Staring into each other’s eyes, lost in the moment of passion, the sloppy sounds of skin meeting skin echoed the room as he quickened his pace, bodies rocking the desk with each thrust. You were lost in the clouds, eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure. Your hands traveled down to his back, fingers threatening to mark his back with scratches.

“S-Shit,” you cried.

“F-Fuck baby– you’re so intoxicating,” Enji praised, his breath caught in his throat.

“P-Please give me more~” you begged.

You felt a slap against your ass.

“You don’t gotta tell this old man twice,” pride filled his voice as he bounced you deeper on his cock. You shivered at the warmth of his breath against your ear as he nipped at it.

“Yeah, take this cock, you lil cocksleeve,” he growled, plunging deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over.

Your fingers dug into his skin, scratching his back in desperation for release, his deep thrusts hitting your g-spot continuously to no end. You flew your head back, your cries coming out breathy and shaky as your orgasm drew closer. As if he sensed that you were close, Enji’s hand clamps around your neck, choking you carefully so as not to hurt you, while the other holds you up higher.

His breathy groans sung harmoniously with yours, muttering praises against your ear.

“So tight.”

“So enchanting.”

“So beautiful.”

“And all mine.”

Such a whimpering, whining mess you were. You couldn’t get enough of this man, it hurts. His cock twitched inside you, signaling the closure of his climax. You, too, were also reaching your limits, your walls tightening around him, your juices glossing up his cock.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum,” you quivered.

“Yes,” he gasped, “Take all of me. Cum for me, my dear.”

Holding you tightly, chest to chest, he swallowed your cries with a kiss, his hands firmly grabbing your ass as he plunged you deeper into him. You cried out for him, legs burning from being raised to accommodate his bulky stature and size. The squelching sounds of skin against skin rung the quiet office, the aroma of sweat and sex filled around you, breaths mingled as climaxes close in.

“Prepared to be filled with my love, my darling Flame,” he seduced, lifting you up and walking towards the window, pressing you against the glass. You shivered from the contact of the cold glass against your back, but you didn’t complain. You didn’t care if anyone could see you fucking your boss from a mile away; all you knew was that tonight was the night you were about to be filled with newfound love from this complex man. A man you daydreamed of becoming his.

“Aah, Enji,” you cried. “P-Please fuck me shitless, make me cumm.”

“Cum for me, you little minx.”

His pace quickened at your request, balls slapping against your ass, his grip tightening its hold on you.

“God you’re so pretty when you lose your mind,” he hissed, his body glistening with sweat, your fingers scratching along his back for release.

And just like that, a wave of pleasure flew out of your body, your body shaking from your anticipated orgasm.

Enji would soon follow suit, his cock throbbing painfully as he rode out his climax, the warmth of his seed filling you up deliciously, some dripping down from your cunt and onto the floor. You plopped your head onto his chest, hearing the race of his heartbeat as the two of you struggled to catch a breath.

You felt his chest vibrate when he chuckled.

“Was I a bit too rough with you, my dear?”

“A little bit. Regardless, I still enjoyed it.”

You assured him with a breathy giggle.

The two of you remained by the window, holding each close in a warm embrace, your nude back still pressed against the cool window. You saw yourself snuggled in his arms for eternity. Who knows, maybe that eternity could become a reality? You smiled at the idea of starting a potential life with the Flame Hero.

“Thank you.”

His gratitude took you aback, resulting in you raising your head from his chest and stare up at him.

“Thank you? For what, sir?”

For the first time, Enji’s lips formed into a soft smile.

“For making me believe in love again, that I deserve a second chance at loving someone with the care they deserve. I acknowledge the damage I’ve caused my family. And though I dreamed of turning the past and redo my devious mistakes, I’m reminded that no matter what I do, the past cannot be changed”

His large, rough hand grazed your cheek, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin.

“However, I will not allow my past to deter me from seeking the future. While I still reel and suffer from the consequences of my actions, I will not let them hold me back from the potential future I’ve yearned for too long. Despite the challenges and risks, I wish for you to remain by my side. Stay with me, and I promise that I will become a better man to the best of my ability.”

You were confused by this sudden proposal. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw the man smile, though it warmed your heart that you were probably the driving factor behind it. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, the familiar roughness of his muzzle tickling your fingertips, your lips also turning into a soft smile.

“Getting into this job, I was aware of the challenges I’d face being constantly under your wing. Regardless, I’m not going anywhere. You are a flawed man, sure, but I admire your determination to change yourself, to better yourself not only for the sake of your family and society, but for yourself as well. That said, I’ll remain by your side ‘til time stops tickin’.”

You declared, leaning in to place a gentle kiss to his lips.

Enji chuckled, amused by your playful, yet thoughtful declaration while melting into the kiss, pulling you away from the window and pressing you close to him.

*riiiingggggg*

The two of you froze, immediately turning towards the phone ringing from his desk.

“S-Should we–” you were about to suggest getting back to work, but he rolled his eyes.

“Leave it, they can wait,” he grunts, before smirking down at you.

“Besides, the candle is still burning inside me.

Would you mind going for round 2?”

— 🏷️ :: @tojibreedingme @thicksimpx

𝐢. | 𝐢𝐢. | 𝐢𝐢𝐢.

author’s note :: first time writing grumpy flame man. this has been dusting away in my fic folder for… a few months ?? im honestly relieved to have this out before finals. anyhoo, enjoy! :>

𓂃 𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘵! you can also read this on my ao3 of the same name~ ;)

☺︎ 2022 melaninmight.

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neesieiumz · 1 year

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| benighted ↠ plunged into darkness ⸻ dabi |

synopsis ↠ despite last week's argument, you still found yourself at your boyfriend's first tour concert.

warnings ↠ smut. 18+. toxic relationship. rockstar!dabi. exhibitionism. face-fucking. black-coded reader. female reader. afab reader. reader learns she has a slight exhibitionism kink. degradation. honestly, a bit of dub-con. dabi calls reader a slut. hawks is in this. just trust me on this. dabi fucks you in the back of the club

writer’s notes ↠ despite me finishing it, it took me two weeks to edit it because I didn't feel like it. Lord... anyway I hope y'all enjoy this, I definitely tried to go out of my comfort zone with this one. also thank you for 2.3k followers. I luv yaaaalllll.

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It was loud.

That was a usual occurrence when it comes to their shows. The crowds screaming, girls swooning, and guitar and bass clashing together in a rough medley as the drums and keyboard kept the tempo. LEAGUE was their name, a band Touy—Dabi joined three years ago, and since then has only been going up and up. You remember the day he told you he had finally found a band decent enough, crashing in your loft apartment laying across your body as you watched a movie together. His love for bass guitar was the one thing that he brought from his family home, his outlet from an explosive family dynamic.

Taking a deep breath, you gazed at him behind your sunglasses. He was shirtless, body glistening with sweat, the overhead spotlights giving him a cool glow. His arms and chest were littered with tattoos that you still didn’t know when he got done. His dyed black hair hangs over his face, covering his eyes ever so slightly. You then moved your gaze towards the crowd, looking all the way up into the nosebleeds. It was their biggest show to date, evident from their growing success. Couldn't help the little smile that formed on your face, you leaned against the wall as their guitarist, Spinner, if you remembered correctly led them to their last song of the night. As the slowest song played, you hummed along, nodding your head to the beat. You could feel a lot of movement behind you, stage managers getting ready for cleaning up after the show.

As the final note came out, the crowd cheered louder than it had before for the night. Standing up straight, you held your bag close to you before turning around and beginning to walk away. You rather not be here when a flood of managers surrounded them, headed towards the dressing rooms. You passed by Magne, or Big Sis Magne dubbed by the rest of the band, according to Dabi. She was the only one who was somewhat nice to you, helping you get backstage while they were just beginning their show. You got to the dressing rooms, one for each band member. You got it in the middle, labeled with his very name as well.

Using the key Magne gave you, you unlocked it revealing the seemingly normal dressing room. Over to the left was a couch, with Dabi’s stuff all over it, his bass guitar’s case sitting against the couch. Sighing, you walked over to the desk, grabbed the rolling chair by the vanity table, and sat right on it. Staring at yourself in the multiple mirrors side by side, illuminated by bright Hollywood bulbs. Your curls fluffed out, falling a bit past your shoulders, dyed in the color Dabi had dared you to do a while back, now beginning to grow out. Reaching up, you pulled off your slim sunglasses, revealing the makeup you did for tonight. Matching with the black mini dress you were wearing, paired with some platform boots and belt chain, spelling “Chanel '' on it.

You two were on bad terms once again, arguments spewing out all over a guy you met whilst partying with Dabi after one of his performances. To Dabi, it was as if you were holding a sign over your head screaming, “come fuck me” to the guy. You didn’t see it that, rather seeing it as enjoying yourself for once out of the few times you came with him to his stupid after-parties. When you brought up something you can’t even remember at this point. It was heavy, you threw things, and he brought up your family. And then you brought up his family. For some reason, that was out of bounds, all ending with him telling you not to bother coming to the first stop on the tour, which was a few towns over from where you live. It was something you were so proud of him for, and despite all that, you both found a way to pick another fight with each other. Still, you thought, you weren’t going to miss this for the world.

“What are you doing here?”

Jumping at the unexpected voice, you turned around only to see the man of the hour. He came inside the room, closing the door behind him. He was still shirtless from his performance, his bass strapped around his body. In his hands he was holding a t-shirt, probably the one he was wearing on stage before he took it off.

Ignoring the urge to stare at him, you looked up at him, “I wanted to come to support you, I promised you I would.”

He rolled his eyes, walking over to the couch with his things on them and going through them. Sighing, you walked towards him, grabbing his wrist while trying to pull him towards you. Despite the annoyance on his face, he let you pull him around. Luckily, there was just enough space for you to push him on the couch. Slowly, you climbed right on top of him, resting right on his lips against his black baggy pants. The sounds of his chains moving again to you as you got comfortable.

“Come on, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” You told him, resting your arms against each of his shoulders.

He still said nothing, looking everywhere but at you. Rolling your eyes slightly, you leaned down towards him, beginning to place slow kisses all along his exposed neck. The taste of salt left you unphased, and you continued your actions. His hands came up around your hips, squeezing them tight when you passed over a certain area on his neck. Your path moved up, and glossy kisses soon reached his cheek, moving your head around to meet him before resting your lips on his own. It was still a few seconds but he returned the kiss, moving his hands around your waist. Letting out a soft moan as he pulled you closer to him, unconsciously grinding on him as well. Dabi took control of the kiss with no fight from you, his grip around your waist falling down to your bottom.

Dabi stood up with a grunt, you squealing as you held on to him tight, his hand still on your ass. He carried you over to the vanity, basically slamming you against the table. Gasping as he suddenly let go of the kiss, leading himself down to your neck, leaving his own rough kisses along it.

“You piss me off so fucking,” you heard him mumble against your skin, “much.”

You couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, “you like it though.”

Dabi didn’t say anything but continued to lay kisses up and down your neck. Your own hands dug into his hair, and your head was thrown back in ecstasy. His hands began to slide underneath your dress, sliding back the material. The clothing revealed the thin black thong you wore under the dress, already soaked. His fingers thumbed at the thin cloth, before wrapping his fingers around it, ripping it right off. Screaming you tried to push him away but he was attached to you, pulling the thin thong off your body.

“Dabi, stop fucking ripping my panties—” cut off but him sinking two of his fingers within you.

Gasping, your grip on his hair tightened in surprise. He smirked within your skin at your cut-off reactions, slowly thrusting the digits in and out of you. His cold thumb pressed against your clit, the sudden temperature change, causing you to squeal, back arching, head nearly banging against the table edge. As he fingered you, you could hear ruffles of clothing, and the sound of a zipper unzipping. Your hands left his hair, your manicured nails coming up around his back, underneath his shirt. Slowly, he removed his fingers, licking off the arousal all over them. Soon you felt hands upon your shoulders, pushing you down right back onto the floor. Looking up at him, staring at his blue eyes as his hands fumbled with his belt and zipper.

Reaching up, pulling down his pants as well, his lengthy cock slapping you slightly in the face. You stuck out your tongue, laying it flat against the underside, moving your head up. Dabi groaned, his hands grabbing at your hair before pursuing you against him. Gasping as he pulled you up slightly, before pressing his tip past your lips. His thick cock forced itself down your throat, pushing it down, gagging around him as he did. Drool dripped down your face, as he fucked you roughly, smirking down at the way your lips stretched around him. You tried to suck, matching his crude pace, the only thing you could do was relax as best as you could, letting him take full control of you.

“Fuck, look at your drooling with my dick in your mouth,” he cursed, hissing as he pushed you down further, causing you to gag even further.

Tears threatened to fall out of your eyes, your inner thigh sticky with slickness. Your hands held out to his thighs, finding some sort of balance as he suddenly pressed you down, basically forcing all of him down your throat.

“How are you gonna make it up to me? Swallowing my cock like a slut, huh?” He huffed out, his voice getting tiger with tension, his grip doing the same.

You tried your best to nod your head, mouth still full. You tried to cross your thighs as much as you could within your position, but he forced his foot in between them, pressing his heavy boot right over your drenched pussy. Your choked moan vibrated against, him, striving to grind yourself against him. He let off a menacing smirk, letting go of your braids before using both of his hands to hold you, forcing your head up and down.

“Fuck, fuck so fucking nasty, take take it all… “ he groaned, throwing his head back.

With one final thrust, with no remorse for you, groaning as he came down your throat. He kept you down, ignoring your slight protests, relishing in the feeling of your throat around his cock. Soon he let you go, allowing you to breathe, gasping with lips wet with cum and spit. You felt his hand grab you under your chin, before forcing right up to your feet. He pressed his lips against your wet ones, forcing his tongue into your mouth. Bracing yourself at the intensity, hands grasping around his arms as he pushed back against the vanity, this time pushing you up, making you sit on the table. Dabi gripped your thighs, parting your legs wide open, revealing your soaked cunt. His hands reached down, rubbing the pads of his fingers against your gushing pussy. Moaning, back arching as he rubbed slow, harsh circles into your clit.

Just as his hands began to slide your dress, a loud knock came at the door.

“Dabi, hurry the fuck up! We still have this fucking after-party to go to!”

It was Toga, another one of Dabis’ bandmates. Groaning, feeling cold as Dabi pulled away from you.

“Do we have to go?” You asked him, bringing his arms back around his waist.

He groaned, looking between the door before back at you. Slowly he pulled away from you, helping you off the table before walking towards his things. As he fixed up his bag, you fixed up your dress, pulling your straps up once again. Glancing down at the scraps of clothes on the floor that was once your thong, seeing Dabi bend over and pick them up. Rolling your eyes, turning around, grabbing your bag, pulling out the lipgloss you brought, and fixing your lips back up. As you did, you could feel an arm slither around your waist, before pulling you closer. You look up, seeing Dabi now fully shirted, this time it was black, but it had the LEAGUE symbol on it. Leaning down, he placed his lips roughly back on yours, surprising you for a bit. His hard press cast your legs to shake a bit, grabbing on him and his shirt to find balance. Slowly he broke the kiss, your lips slightly swollen from the intensity.

Another loud knock came to the door, even louder than the one before. He sighed again, looking at the door before back at you. With no words, he jerked his head towards the door, eyebrow raised. Understanding the silent question, “wanna head off?” You nodded your head, taking your lipgloss and reapplying it as Dabi guided you to the door. He walks you two to the door, opening to reveal Toga standing outside, an irritated look on her face.

“Finna-fucking-lly, the tour bus is waiting for us t take us there.” She said before locking eyes with you.

She just rolled her eyes, before walking away. A grimace came on your face, rolling your eyes and looking down at the girl as she walked away. You looked back up at Dabi who simply shrugged his shoulders before walking off, taking you with him.

It was loud.

Much like the concert but this time, you were ready to go home. The after-party was happening at a club twenty minutes away from the concert venue. You kept to yourself, sipping away at the cranberry vodka he had gotten you five minutes ago. It was crowded with lots of people but mostly the growing fanbase of the band, filled with mostly well-meaning fans, but also those who didn’t understand the basic idea of personal respect. You met the stink eyes of one too many girls who were part of Dabi’s own growing fanbase. You looked away from them, however, trying to keep your focus on Dabi when a familiar flash entered your vision.

Neon lights made up for the full-on darkness the club was in, everyone wearing glowing ornaments. You wore glowing blue and purple bangles all along your gloved hands and arms, right along with the silver bracelet Dabi got you a few months ago. Your rope-like twists up in a high ponytail, and you ripped your shot against the person in front of you before thawing it right back. Everyone around you cheered as you finished your shit first, slamming it against the bar table. The man in front of you, someone you had just met tonight, finished his shot before copying your movements, slamming his own glass on the table.

“Okay, okay I'll admit to you, you're a better drinker than me!” He acknowledged, giving you a half-exaggerated bow.

You can help but laugh loudly, alcohol roaring and moving through your system.

“Thank you for finally admitting it,” you said, taking his acceptance.

You had no idea how you even got to this situation, surrounded by a bunch of strangers, but this was probably the most fun you’ve had coming to these types of parties. After his shows, he liked to drag you out to different clubs and parties. Laughing, you leaned against the bar before turning around to order a club soda, something to help you sober up. You could feel the man come up beside you, asking for the same thing you did. As you two got your orders, you turned towards him, the two of you taking a sip of the carbonated water, you couldn't help but smile at each other. The drink cooled your system down a bit, allowing you to focus on the man in front of you. His hair was feathery, like a bird’s wings, wearing a simple black shirt that was only buttoned once, revealing his sweaty chest. His golden-brown eyes were piercing through you, despite his humorous countenance.

Once the two of you finished your drink, handing them back to the bartender, the man spoke up first, “Keigo, but most people just call me Hawks. I still don’t know why.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the nickname, glancing between him and his hair, “I can think of one reason.”

The two of you broke out in laughter, but just before you could say anything, you heard a throat clear behind you. You turn around and Hawks glance right behind you, you staw familiar tattoos along with piercing blue eyes gazing right between the two of you. Immediately you got out of your seat, making your way toward your glowering lover. Heart pounding slightly as you glanced at him, seeing him no longer focused on you but on the man you were just talking to. You came up in front of him, trying to wrap yourself around him. It was futile, him pushing you off of him as he walked closer and closer to him.

“You tryna piss me off right now?”

“Dabi—” you tried to cut in but Hawks cut in right before you could.

He glanced between the two of them before shrugging his shoulders, “hey, we were just having some fun, no need to get all angry.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, reaching to grab him by the shirt before you finally stepped in, pulling his hand off of him. Dabi pushes you away, before sending a punch flying to Hawks’ face, the entire audience around you gasping as he did. The blonde man slumped on the floor, Dabi wiped away what little blood he had on his hands onto his dark pants. Once He did he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from everyone, despite you fighting his hold. You weren’t too far from everyone before pulling yourself out of his hold.

“What the actual fuck was that?!” You screamed at him, trying to push him away from you.

He just scoffed as you continued to yell at him, “the first time I actually have some fun at these fucking parties you drag me to and you PUNCH someone in the face?”

“Didn’t know throwing yourself around counted as fun,” he yelled right back at your face, everyone around him hearing him loud and clear.

The argument continued well into the night, ending up with you two right at your apartment, screaming at each other

It was him. Hawks, he called himself from a week ago.

You glanced over his form, he wore a glossy-like silver shirt, with black pants with it as well. His hair still looked the same as before, and he wore glasses above his face. His shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit, revealing just enough of his chest, tied in the silver chain hanging down from his neck. Your eyes continued to gaze down his form, but before you could do anything else. The grip that was once resting around you tightened before mostly pushing you against the wall. Gasping at the sudden hand around your neck, pressing you further into the wall.

“Dabi,” you tried to get out but were cut off by his other hand slipping under your dress, roughly pressing against your clit.

The feeling of your oxygen slowly being more and more restrictive as your body reacted, twisting in growing euphoria as he did. He said nothing, grunting and positioning his body in between your legs. His grip around you loosened a bit as you felt his cold zipper press up against your cunt. His fingers soon left before feeling him fumble against his button and zipper.

Gasping, relaxing where exactly you were, glancing around at the backs turned towards you.

“Dabi, fuck baby, we’re in public! Wait,” you squealed, feeling his thickness begin to press against you.

Cursing, grabbing a hold of him as he sunk his thickness into your wet heat, squirming within his hold. The wall vibrated with the heavy bass and 808 drums of the music within the club. Your eyes glanced all around you, before locking eyes into a golden brown that seemed to have gotten closer. A sudden thrust broke the slight trance you were under, moaning as he repeatedly plunged into you, uncaring of your own concerns. His hand fully left your throat, allowing you to breathe and speak as it came up under your thighs, before pressing them up against the wall, parting your legs in full. The new position allowed him to penetrate deeper into you. Your squeals were luckily covered by the music, and the darkness covered you just enough that if no one looked hard enough, they would see you.

Yet there were those gold-brown eyes, in the corner of your vision as you were now focused on Dabi fully. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you and you knew it, and you had the biggest feeling as he fucked you against the wall, that Dabi knew as well.

Was that it? Did he press you up here just because he knew he was watching?

“Squeezing around me like a fucking vice,” he groaned, leaning right up in your ear as he did so, “is it because he’s watching you? Huh?”

“You like him watching you get fucked like a little whore?”

You pulsed uncontrollably against him, melting unconsciously with his words. His deep raspy voice incited something within you. His tongue came up around your ear, lapping at it before nibbling away. Your body convulses, curling up against the wall as your thighs tremble, feeling your orgasm building quickly way too quickly.

“Look at him, look at him.”

Gasping, you lifted your head as much as you could, and yet, you could still see his figure looking right at you. At this point he had found a seat, holding a drink close to his face, but yet, he was still looking right at the two of you.

You don’t know what it is, the circumstances, you don’t know, but your body shook violently, coming with a shout which you muffled against his shirt, holding him close. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, drenching part of his shirt and the front of his pants as you held him close to you. Dabi’s own thrust didn’t slow down, in fact, they sped up, his hips slamming against your inner thighs. With one final thrust, he groaned against your shoulder, feeling his cum filling you right up. Letting out heavy breaths, feeling his warm hand grab your hand under your chin. He pulled in, placing heavy pecks against your lips. Your body felt like jelly as he slid out of you, feeling the mixture of your and his cum slowly sliding out of you. His hands came around your dress, pulling down the short material before wrapping his arms around your waist. He soon pulled you out of the darkness, pulling you behind him as he greeted those around him. He bid them goodbye before taking you out of the crowd.

As you walked, you glanced back toward where he was sitting, only to find an empty seat. You looked back at Dabi who was just walking ahead of you, holding your hand. He led you outside, where he went up into the tour bus parked down the street. Dabi knocked on the door, allowing the driver to let him in. He guided you towards one of the beds. Just like a light, you fell into a deep, unclouded sleep.

As you slept peacefully, Dabi’s own phone buzzed with a sudden message. He pulled out his phone, before smirking at the sudden message.

H: you get what you want, sick freak?

D: Yep.

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chaibewriting · 5 months

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PART SIX — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄

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

content warnings: brief depiction of violence, domestic violence mentioned, suicide mentioned, child neglect mentioned.

notes: this is long overdue, my bad y'all I was dead— hope ya enjoy today's chapter 🕵️

word count: 5.2k

summary: enji gets a taste of his own medicine and an old enemy is coming to the light.

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IT’S hand continued to squeeze the throat of the King, unwilling to let go of the man who’d struck you. Surely, you would be leaving a bruise on him.

Whilst the entity continued to grip Enji’s throat in a vice grip, glaring at his face. His lightly tanned skin was slowly turning blue, your terrified son soon broke from his fear-struck state upon seeing you. This new figure seems to make his fear disappear and he isn’t afraid anymore. Afraid of what? Perhaps his father, or more so, what your father could do to you in his blinded rage. As he looks between you, or the creature holding you, and his father, he realizes that there would be dire consequences if you were to accidentally kill the man.

Silently, the little boy lurches forward, sprinting towards the shadowy creature and jumps onto one of its inky black, tree stump legs, wrapping his little arms around it and hugging it. From what he was able to see, you were covered in the blackest flames he'd ever seen, and he had willingly thrown himself into danger at the prospect of being potentially burned as long as it meant you would stop. To his surprise, there was no burning sensation. In fact, he had squeezed his eyes shut, tears pricking at the corners, preparing for the searing pain of being set ablaze. However, instead of such an unfortunate fate, he was met with an overwhelming warmth that soothed him immensely; he felt protected, safe, comfortable, and… happy. All of the feelings you had introduced to him ever since you’d made your way into his life was what he felt in that moment, except it was tenfold. He never wanted to be brought out of this fire, his entire body relaxing as he continued to hold onto the creature’s leg. However, the sound of gurgles and grunts reminded him of his current goal, his father’s life was still being threatened. And as much as he deserved to be hurt like he hurt others, he shouldn’t be killed.

In his moment of clarity, he opened his eyes and looked up at the creature’s face and didn’t know what to do. However, he acted before he could think much more. “Mama!! Mama, come back please!! Y-you have to let go!!” He called out, hoping to reach you from wherever you were currently. “Mama, please!!”

The sound of his pleading causes the creature to pause momentarily before looking down, finally noticing the small child who was currently clinging to its leg, fresh tears running down his chubby cheeks. Pain. Hurt. Need. Heartbreak. A child so young shouldn’t be feeling these things.

Everything that comes after happens in just mere seconds, though it feels like it occured in slow motion. Enji was dropped to the ground, gasping for air, catching up on some much needed oxygen, and the creature reached down to scoop Dabi up into one of its hands, pushing him into its chest where you currently were. As soon as he was safe within the confines of the creatures body you were quick to bring the small child to you. The shadowy figure made space and held the two of you inside of it as you cradled him in your arms as best as you could with your belly still in-tow. Shakingly, you cupped Dabi’s face in your hands and began to wipe away his tears with your thumbs. “I’m so sorry, Dabi. You shouldn’t have had to do that. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The sound of your voice and the concern in your eyes causes Dabi to sob, fresh tears beginning to fall as he wailed. “Mama!! I-I thought you were g-gonna kill… kill dad an’— an’ get e-e-executed..!!”

“What? Oh no, no, baby. It’s okay, you don’t have to worry. Mama’s here, okay? We’re okay, everything’s gonna be alright.” You were quick to reassure him, holding onto him for dear life. Nothing else seemed to matter to you in the moment, not even your husband’s gaze that was staring at what you had become. You were more focused on making sure that Dabi was okay and safe.

Inside of the creature was where the two of them currently resided, the creature remaining as it was as it discreetly observed its surroundings. Surprisingly, the ‘room’ you were in was completely black but you were still able to see things clearly around you, including what was going on outside of the creature’s body, almost like you were in a protective glass box despite the outside of the creature’s body being jet black and opaque.

Enji had managed to catch his breath again, a hand on his throat as he measured the level of damage you’d done. The crumpled man stared at the creature that swallowed you and Dabi up with an unreadable expression, his mind swarming with thoughts that even he couldn’t fully comprehend. The most prominent thought that seemed to prevail above all was the fact that he was proud.

Proud of the fact that his wife, his Queen was strong enough to defend herself when her safety was threatened, this new form, whatever it was, reminded him of his own technique where he would engulf the entirety of his body in flame, the fire going as far to even engulf his skeletal system with flames- the sight of it was simply his skeleton on fire.

Slowly, he stood on his feet and the creature seemed to watch him closely, taking note of every move he made, no-doubt ready to strike defensively if it called for that line of action even while still remaining in its squatting position it was still towering over the King.

The two of them, the creature and Enji, appeared to be in a silent staring contest of sorts, almost daring each other to do something even remotely hamrful to the other. As one would expect, the Hellflame user had many questions he wished to ask, but he wouldn’t get the time to ask said questions as the creature began to speak despite its lack of mouth.

“If you bring harm to my user again, I will have no other choice than to consider you as a threat and will eliminate you if such action is called for. I will strike you back with the same force, and perhaps more.”

It’s voice was androgynous, his eyes squinting with each tonal transition of words as they pointed a smokey finger at your husband who appeared to be taken aback by the sentient creature. You had been stunned as well, still holding Dabi in your arms as the creature proceeded to sink down towards the ground, its lower body pouring into a river of smoke that steadily fell until you were back on your feet, currently propping Dabi on one of your hips as you held him. Terrifyingly enough, as the smoke cleared, fanning itself around your now standing form, you scowled at the man in front of you, piggybacking off of your protector’s words. “I don’t wish to see your face now, later, or even after that. You disgust me. You need to leave right now." You stated, leaving no room for argument as you glared at Enji, your resolve and irritation was as clear as day.

He stood still. Staring at you, scrutizining your facial expression and whatever may be going on behind those fierce eyes that had gotten you married to him in the first place. And then, without a word, he turned on his heels and walked away from you, soon passing through the doors that led out to where you were. As soon as he was gone, you relaxed, letting out a breath as you carefully put Dabi onto his feet and then sunk to your knees, digging your nails into the dirt as you attempted to wrap your head around what had just happened and why it had happened. You’d never done such a thing before, and no one had ever told you you could even do something as remotely as possible this. Your awakened power had a sentient being attached to it? Did it lie dormant inside of you at all times? You had to speak to your parents as soon as you possible could to try and get those answers.

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From Enji’s perspective, this power appeared to have been awoken by your maternal instincts and the need to protect yourself and the life within you. As he walked down the castle halls, he rubbed at his neck, taking note of the tender, irritated skin, this had been the last thing he'd expected to happen. On one hand, he was glad she’d managed to strike back at him, but on the other hand, he grew excited wondering what their child would have once she was born, would she have a combination of their powers or would she inherit only one in its entirety? Under his pride and excitement was also bewilderment.

Passing by a few servants on his short journey to his office, he paid no attention to the others who seemed to be tripping over themselves to try and move out of his way, though a great majority had taken note of the bruising on his neck as they looked towards his back. Where had he gotten that from?

Once he was in the privacy of his office, he shut the door behind him and approached his desk, taking a seat as he began to further ponder their situation. He had reacted like his mother. He struck Y/N just like how his mother would often strike his father when he didn’t do something correctly to her. He never struck back, no matter how many times Enji would question the late King, wondering why he never stuck up for himself and just took the abuse with a smile. Distinctly, he remembered asking the older man one day when he had just turned around ten why he allowed his mother to hit him without consequence.

"She means well, I know it’s difficult for her to express her emotions verbally so physically expressing it allows me to understand her better.” The man had explained with a smiling bruised face, groaning when he’d stretched his split lip a little too far to offer a reassuring smile.

You had done something his father failed to do, you had struck Enji in retaliation and didn’t just sit back and take what he’d given you. It filled him with a sense of uncertainty, as well as… exuberance.

…

Back outside, you had slowly regained your strength, sitting back slowly on your legs as you noticed Dabi staring at you with a hairy look in his eyes, making you fully remember what you were doing and who you were currently with. “Ah sh- shoot. I’m sorry you had to see… whatever that was, Dabi– Ah, fuck, where’s Keigo? Keigo!” “‘m right here, Your Majesty!” You felt a slight gust of wind to your right and took note of Keigo who had flown down from a tree nearby once the King had disappeared, making his way over to where the two of you were currently. Sharply inhaling, you were quick to apologize again. “I’m sorry for scaring you both. I didn’t mean to turn into a monster-” “No! You weren’t a monster! You were… were-” Dabi had cut you off in an attempt to make you feel better but couldn’t seem to figure out what word he wanted to use, thankfully, he wasn’t alone. “-cool!!” Keigo yelled, striking a quirky pose after he’d finished Dabi’s sentence for him. “You went like- ‘pow pow’! And then ya turned into fire ‘n were so freakin’ tall!!! I thought ya were gonna set the trees on FIRE!” The tiny blond rambled, attempting to reenact the ‘fighting moves’ you had done, swinging wildly at the air as he continued to babble about how cool you were. You and Dabi watched as he continued his little reenactment, no-doubt dramatizing what had really happened, you couldn’t help but laugh quietly, the mood rising thanks to the little boy’s excitement. Moving to sit beside you on the grass, Dabi gently grabbed your hand and held it, even with your hand easily dwarfing his tiny one, hoping that the gesture would make you feel better as Keigo continued his story. You were glad you weren’t alone at the moment, but you were a bit apprehensive about the fact that the two of them had witnessed such a traumatizing scene. You were unsure of what to say, you could think of a million and one things but none of them seemed right.

A few minutes had passed before Keigo had finished his excited retelling of what had occurred, the little birdie boy seemed to have tuckered himself out from shadowboxing whatever invisible entity he’d created with his mind. Soon after, an idea came to mind as you looked to your side and down at Dabi with a small smile, deciding to use this difficult situation to your advantage.

“How do you feel about us going to visit grandma and grandpa? I’m sure they’d be plenty happy to see you.”

The sudden question caused the boy to instantly spark up with joy, eagerly nodding his head with a bit of a twinkle in his eyes. Even before your marriage to Enji, your parents have treated Dabi like their first grandchild, smothering him with all sorts of affection and material things— something he had yet to receive from his blood grandmother. Though you were saddened briefly by such news, you didn’t exactly like Enji’s mother, she wasn’t someone you’d sit down to have tea with willingly, but you tolerated her for the sake of everything else.

After hearing Dabi’s answer you were quick to nod and stand up, eager to clean up and leave, however, to your surprise, Minji had appeared out of thin air, almost as if she had a sixth sense, picking up the bottom of her dress to hurriedly approach you, you had nearly missed her entrance but thankfully Keigo was quick to call out to her and ran to hug her middle. As soon as she was in front of you, she began to speak, moving her hands around wildly which was something you had learned the woman had a tendency to do when she was feeling overwhelmed with emotion and also had a tendency to ramble.

“Y/N! What in the world?! The other servants told me you were out here and about the King coming to confront you… Are you alright? Shall I fetch some coolant gel or bandages or gauze or perhaps some ice or should I get the castle doc-“

You were quick to grab a hold of her hands, cutting her off as you encased them both between your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze in an attempt to put her mind at rest, and fortunately, it seemed to work when she stopped fumbling over her words and simply looked at you expectantly. Sharply inhaling, your jaw clenched for a split second before relaxing again, a small smile appearing instead. “I’m fine, Minji. I promise. I just plan on spending a few days in Tenebris with Dabi and my parents, perhaps my brother if he’s not busy with his suitors.”

Minji was quick to nod, taking a quick glance around at the surrounding area before taking note of the remnants of your impromptu picnic that had been all but demolished by the two growing boys nearby, as well as yourself. “Kei Kei and I will clean up here. You two can run along, please tell your mother I said ‘hello’.”

“But-“

“Nope. Nada. I am not going to let you clean, baby bird and I can handle it. Can’t we, baby?” She asked, looking down at her son with fondness, he chirped in agreement and she reached down to ruffle his fluffy locks of blond, nodding with determination immediately afterwards. “See? We can handle it. You two run away now or I’ll chase ya off with a broom.” She threatened, although her words had a playful edge to them, you knew she was serious, earning a light chuckle from you as you squeezed her hands one last time and then let go of them, allowing her to immediately roll up her sleeves. Despite having such a rebellious set of traits, you had gone quite close to Minji in the last several months, mostly because her words of your souls being connected had interested you, however, you had come to the conclusion that getting to know her had to be one of the best decisions you’d ever made, now considering her a dear friend. And although you were friendly with all the staff, treating them as actual human beings, she had managed to crawl her way into a special part of your heart and you were forever grateful for her in a variety of ways- from helping with morning sickness, to rubbing your back when you were randomly crying because of hormonal imbalances, and also prepared your nasty little cravings whenever you wanted them, even if you’d tell her you didn’t want her to bother doing such trivial matters.

“Goodness, I’m starting to think you’re even more stubborn than a bull… fine. I don’t want a broom on the back of my kneecaps…” You murmured, feeling a tiny hand slip into yours after you had let go of Minji‘s. Looking briefly to the side you smiled at Dabi. “Ready to go, hun?” He nodded and then exchanged goodbyes with Keigo and Minji, then the two of you were on your way, heading back into the castle and ready to pack for a few days out.

…

Through the grace of some kind of universal power, you had managed to avoid the servants all-together, stealthily packing yourself a bag of necessities with Dabi’s help, and then went onto pack a bag for Dabi, making sure to bring an extra because you just knew your parents had some kind of gifts waiting for him when the two of you would arrive.

And with some luck, as well as a few breaks here and there for you to catch your breath, you’d manage to get yourself a carriage with a driver, thanks to Keiko, aka Minji’s husband and Keigo’s father, who also happened to be the head of the castle’s farm. Before you know it, your bags are packed into the carriage, and you and Dabi are comfortably sitting inside of it, watching as the forest passes you by, the sound of the carriage wheels rolling and the rhythmic click of horse shoes. It’s enough to soothe you to sleep somehow, even the rock of the carriage had abided in lulling you to sleep. Following your lead, Dabi slumps over into a deep sleep as well, carefully leaning against your side with his head against your arm. It was probably for the better that the two of you would remain asleep, seeing how the trip to Tenebris would take quite a bit of time, you’d be lucky if you reached the castle before the sun fully set. Not that you minded, it would distract you from yourself and the road that had led you to this point. Would you tell your parents about what Enji had done? Or would you keep it to yourself, you had yet to decide, your tired brain emptying itself as you further fell into a dreamless sleep.

The amount of time you’d gotten to shut your eyes seemed to be cut short at the sudden gentle call of your title, along with a light rasp on the carriage door that you sat closest to. Stirring in your sleep, your eyes slowly fluttered open, blurriness soon morphing into shapes that you could now comprehend. With a slow blink, you managed to register the sight of the Driver’s face who looks a bit nervous, though he does relax a bit upon seeing your gaze shift to him, immediately, he looks down and away from your eyes, the tips of his ears red as he repeats himself.

“We’ve arrived at your desired destination, Your Majesty.”

Taking heed to his words, you carely sat up straight in your seat and covered your mouth to hide a bit of an abrasive yawn, your eyes watering just the slightest in retaliaton, you then nodded thankfully to the Driver as he disappeared, only to be replaced by the Coach who came to open the door for you, ready to help you down once you were ready to step out. Noticing the sleeping preschooler who was just on the brink of drooling on your dress sleeve, you reached up and lightly ruffled Dabi’s hair, chuckling at how adorable he looked passed out on your shoulder with his mouth ajar. “Time to wake up, kiddo. Your grandparents are gonna be so happy to see you, unless you want me to call someone to come and carry you to be-” “Mm mm… ‘m awake!” He drowsily shouted and sat up as quickly as he possibly could, only to go veering off the side and nearly toppling off of the seat. You were quick to use your awakened power, creating a hand of shadows to cradle his sleeping form that sprouted from your back like a tree branch. This had become a bit of a common thing, Dabi was a bit clumsy, but then again, what four year old wasn’t? You would have been more surprised if he had the balance of a flamingo. With a soft laugh to yourself, the Coach opened the carriage door a bit wider and you slowly stood up, a hand under your belly as you furrowed your brows together, focusing on keeping your own balance as you descended the carriage steps with the help of the Coach, the shadowed hand cradling your son soon following after you. The Coach then shut the door behind you, bowing as you thanked him, making sure to tip him and the Coach handsomely with a few gold pieces, which they joyously accepted with bright smiles.

Soon following, your personal guard, assigned from the Ignitis Kingdom dropped from his white steed that was following behind the carriage and exhaled, handing the lead to a servant from your kingdom that had come running down the front steps of the castle to greet the unexpected guests. Ah, that’s right, you had no time to tell your parents that you would be dropping by, you could only hope they were actually here and not somewhere else, no-doubt doing diplomatic duties.

Takeo, your guard, came to stand silently by your side, the dark haired man had a tall, rugged stature, with unblinking, deep set carmine eyes, a prim and properly trimmed beard and mustache covering half of his face, nursing a scar that went from one side of his face to the other, directly across his nose. To match such a burly man was a pristine outfit made for a modern techoknight of his ranking, the red signifying one's loyalty to the Kingdom of flames.. He rarely spoke, only to answer any questions that he was asked, even then he barely said a few words at a time. You had appreciated his hardwork but it was almost like he was a shadow of sorts, often frightening you when he made himself known to you randomly.

Yet another maid, began to descend down the stairs, heading directly for you, a bright smile across her face.

“Princess! Oh, no, I mean, Queen Y/N, it has been a long time! Your parents will be elated when they see you’ve come by surprise! Please come along! Ah! Shall I fetch Freya to come and carry you?” Blinking, a smile slowly spread across your face as you instantly recognized the older woman who was also the headmaid, she’d been around since before you were born, but still had the energy of an excitable child, along with a mouth to match. Abashsh, directly translating to friendly, talkative, and affable, it was almost as if her name had bestowed upon her unwavering future.

Soon enough, she had stopped in front of you, a bright and cheery smile adorning her face as she makes it a necessity to grab a hold of your cheeks, giving them the softest squish as she coos about how much you’ve grown since she’s seen you, as well as how much you appeared to be glowing thanks to the blossoming bud in your stomach. Her rambling would go on for hours if Takeo hadn’t cleared his throat, causing the older woman to look briefly from your face and then to him, blinking in surprise as he opened his mouth to speak, timber voice matching completely with his mysterious aura.

“Apologies. I don’t mean to interrupt your heartfelt reunion, however, I don’t think the Lady should be standing on her feet for too much longer…” He murmured, glancing between you and Abashsh. The older woman then gasped, realizing what she had been doing. Rather dramatically, she slapped a hand over her mouth and cursed in Arabic, quickly apologzing as well for her rambling. “You’re right! Let’s get you up these stairs and somewhere to sit, my dear! I still can’t believe you were just a baby one day ago and now my tiny royal jasmine is having an even tinier royal jasmine. Oh my goodness, I think I’m finally getting old…” The woman whined, knowing damn well that she didn’t look a day over twenty-five thanks to her awakened power that directly involved mother nature; straight bleach blonde hair fell down her back and over her front, perfectly framing her square shaped face, brown almond eyes, smooth bronze skin and hooked nose. She was quick to grab your hand afterwards and began leading you up the front stairs, Takeo following closely beside you while you continued to carry Dabi up behind you through the use of your own power.

…

Enji sat in deep thought behind his desk, his elbows propped atop his desk as he remained deep in thought, hardened gaze seeming to map out the intricate carvings on the wood door that was currently closed, his chin resting atop his interlocked fingers. There were many things running through his mind, however, his self-reflection is soon interrupted by a knock on the door, causing him to blink and wet his drying eyes. Letting out a gruff affirmative noise, he signaled that whoever was behind the door could enter. And so they did, quite shakingly I might add as they held a tangerine-colored envelope in his hand, which only meant one thing. Just the sight of it had the King of Ignitis flaring his nostrils, already catching a whiff of the disgusting smell of tangerines, his least favorite fruit, belonging to his least favorite Kingdom that his father had created a treaty with and forced Enji to be allied to for reasons that he was ashamed to admit well after his father's passing. With a quick swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip, he spoke.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me or are you going to bring me that letter?”

Squeaking, he rushed over and presented the letter with a quick bow, holding the letter out with both hands, thumbs atop the envelope, while the rest of his fingers curled into fists, presenting rather submissively. Enji took the letter, and immediately, the servant disappeared, hurriedly shutting the door behind him, though he made sure not to actually slam it.

With clear frustration, a grim expression, Enji turned the envelope to further examine it, taking note of the sender.

The Kingdom of Solis, King Toshinori Yagi.

Enji had to resist the urge to tear the letter up and throw it like confetti, purely out of bitterness. Thankfully, there was a better alternative, causing him to slice open the top of the envelope to retrieve the letter tucked away inside of it. While holding the letter in one hand, and the actual envelope in the other, he set fire to the envelope and watched with satisfaction as it turned into dust, fluttering down onto the top of his desk. He then exhaled, hesitating to glance towards the letter and actually read it. However, his eyes betrayed him as he began to scan over the words, his face going through a variety of emotions. He was coming.

His rival, a man who’s strength he was threatened by despite being four years younger than the man who probably had no idea that Enji constantly challenged him in his mind. Why did his rival need to come to his castle to personally congratulate him on his marriage as well as his upcoming heir? He was never friendly with the man, in fact, the alliance was proposed by Enji’s father whilst he was still alive, was King Toshinori planning on waging war?

Alas, it seemed he would never be able to get a moment of peace when his office door was suddenly opened, revealing his mother and her personal servant, who opened the door, quaking in her boots at the fact that she was forced to intrude upon the King’s privacy because of the old Queen’s inability to understand boundaries.

With a huff, Eiko sauntered over towards where her son was upon spotting him with the opened letter and snatched it from his hands, diligently reading through it without asking him if she could do such a thing. The words caused her to snort, unbelieving of what she was reading.

“Hah! What are the odds? The King of Solis humbly apologizes for not attending your wedding and wants to give you a gift. I wonder what it could be. A blade to the throat? Or perhaps he’ll set my castle ablaze.”

“Mother- don’t you know how to knock? This doesn’t concern you.” He growled at the older woman, standing to snatch the letter back from her to fold it up and tuck it away into one of the drawers in his desk.

“Hah. How do you plan to rub your victories in his face? I would hate to admit it, but perhaps your bride will work nicely if you flash her around him. She is conventionally pretty, after all. And you will have another heir soon, be sure to milk that for everything you've got. How old is he again and still does not have a queen or heir? Something must be wrong with him. Perhaps he is sterile… how unfortunate would that be, if he were to produce a heir, that child would be something to reckon with—”

Enji begrudgingly listened to his mother ramble, a blank expression across his face as he stared through her, an oncoming rush of thoughts swarming through his mind. There was no telling when Toshinori would appear. How would he be able to show off his Queen if she were giving him the cold shoulder?

At first, he did plan to give her her space, but this was an urgent matter. However, he was unsure of what to do to get back on your good side. He couldn't look to his mother for her advice, she never seemed to regret what she did, no matter how many times the late King would seem to slowly break under pressure. Before he could stop himself, a burning question rose and asked itself aloud for his mother's ears.

“Do you ever regret making Dad drive himself to the breaking point of taking his own life to escape you?”

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jasontoddssuper · 7 months

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If me and countless other kids of color had to grow up being told the characters they crushed on 'have a thing for blondes/redheads' and still have to deal with it in a lot of cases when it comes to their adult versions,i think y'all can handle us joking that they wouldn't date white people.Grow thicker skin.Or d'you wanna let it keep being as fragile as it looks?

🚫Pro sh///ip or whatever incels call themselves nowadays dni🚫

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Reformed enji todoroki being delusional? I am intrigued

I’m glad you are!!

But once he has this revelation about how horrible he’s been (up until he actually reached his goal)

he’s so bent on fixing his relationships he’d let you get away with so much

Romantically as an assistant or as his beloved sugar baby he finds himself falling for he’s not afraid to finally make least of all his beloved happy

For platonic, no matter which age you are he’s working the hardest to make sure your pleased with him

“Hey Enji, do you mind if I go outside for a bit? I haven’t seen the sun in sooo long.”

“..yes…You love your nature walks don’t you?”

“Uhhh sure, yeah.”

Even if he had you trapped and locked away before his realization after he gives his ‘ima do better, promise’ to Shoto

You can quote him anytime he restricts you against

“Uh you did say you’d try being a better father right?”

“I did…I’m sorry I ever doubted you (Y/n). Here's my platinum card.”

A lot of his rationality goes out the window because he’s so fixed on doing better he’s willing to let you get away with a lot

But on the flip side of that he starts warping situations to make him ‘good’

After all a ‘good’ father is present in your life

Or a ‘good’ ex-husband will buy you a new car because its just how ‘co-parenting should be’

He’s not as delusional as Deku is

where you can say “Apples and Bananas” to Deku and he’ll hear “Marry me, Deku!”

Reformed Enji is more like “You may have apologized but I still want to maintain healthy boundaries.” he’ll hear you but rationalize that your young and just a little frustrated

“I see…I’m never going to neglect you ever again!”

“No no I liked it when you were doing that.”

“No need to be hesitant..I understand your worries.”

“Ugh.” *facepalm*

#yandere x poc reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere enji todoroki #yandere enji #enji todoroki #yandere todoroki #yandere bnha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #mha #bnha #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere todorki enji #enji x reader #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #delusional yandere #delusional yandere reformed enji todoroki

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luna-indigoduh · 1 year

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Baby fever

word count: 2492

CW: Breeding kink, cursing, oral (Femal receiving)

AN: Hey guys I’ve been gone but im excited to release this. I suddenly had muse at like 3 Am and want to start being active more so ill be posting more headcanons and getting fics out when im not busy. Feel free to send headcanons or even small prompts would really like to interact with mutuals again. Anywho enjoy

Touya had never thought about having kids. There was nothing that was in him that had ever made the male wonder or dream of having kids of his own. Between his family trauma and the fact his quirk was one he wouldn't wish on to anyone (besides his father). He feared he would be just as good of a father compared to his father, which was like saying he'd be the best at being the damn worst. With the same rage, stubbornness and passion that endeavor carried through his veins being in his there wasn't any guarantee that his child wouldn’t face the same amount of neglect or abuse he faced as a child . Then when it came to his quirk, he knew his own fucking body couldn’t handle his quirk. He knew for sure that a child that had the chance of gaining a much more powerful fire quirk and his weak frozen body, he’d be putting a death sentence on that's child's back even before birth If it was up to him the todoroki bloodline would be put to an end with his siblings.

Sadly he had no control in that seeing he sat face to face with his nephew that you had been babysitting for the weekend. Natsuo had asked if you two would be willing to watch his son for him and his wife. Touya could still remember how unsure his brother was when he asked him. He was positive that had the same matching looks on their faces as he held the babbling baby in his arms. Touya was reluctant of course when he asked. Plus he was positive he was only asking him due to Fuyumi being out of town for vacation and Shoto being too busy with her0 work. He couldn’t muster up any words and could feel as his nerves would boil over any second. That was until he felt your hand on his shoulder that instantly felt himself cool down .

“Of course we will,” you said cheerfully with a smile ever so bright .

You hadn’t told Touya but you had been going through baby fever heavily . You found yourself looking in the baby aisle more than usual as you did your daily errands. You also have been going over that baby list of names and even scrolling through cute family tiktoks that could only make you imagine having a family with Touya. Sadly you knew about his past and what he had been through. As much as you were ready for a baby you understood his stance on children and you wouldn't push your want for a family onto the male. You respected him and accepted that at the moment your two cats would be just enough for the both of you right now.

Touya would agree with you also, up until this weekend. At first he had decided that he would have as little interaction with the child as possibly. It at first sounded like an easy task,but once he realized that you would be using this time to have as much fun with the child. If he wanted anytime with you, he was going to have to be with the baby. Nothing about the baby had given him the idea that he wanted his own. Especially with the fact he had cried for over an hour once his parents left. If anything he was sure it would be the best birth control that you guys had ever had. Then you had managed to calm the baby down and that had begun to ignite the spark in him that made him crave to put his own kid in you. Watching as you rock as you rock the small baby as it rested its head against your chest was an image he did not know he needed to see. He could only think about how beautiful you looked in that moment, and how beautiful you would look with his own child in your arms. From there that spark in him only grew more as the days carried on. While you cured your fever by playing with the child, feeding and caring for him it had seemed that this baby loving illness was contagious because Touya was positive that he had come down with a case of it and there was only one way it could be cured for him. By the end of Saturday night Touya had easily fallen into a domestic role. He took the time to do your guy’s typical household chores such as the laundry or cooking dinner for you guys . He also gave you chances to relax as he fed the baby or rocked him to sleep. Of course after he let you show him he would hurt the small human in his arm. It was as if you guys had been playing house all weekend,but sadly the fun was coming to an end .

He watched as the child giggled and smiled reaching out for him, a new sound that made his chest warmer than any fire that he had ever weld in him. “You know you weren't so bad,” he said, picking up the child from the floor where he was originally playing. “How would you like a little cousin?” he asked the small child as he tickled the boy who erupted into a fit of giggles that were only stopped once the door bell rung causing you to quickly move from your bedroom where you where getting the baby’s things together (plus a little extra things you guys had bought when you guys took them shopping with you). “Hey, Natsuo ,” you said as you quickly answered the door with the baby bag on your shoulder. “ I knew you'd be here soon.” You guys chatted a bit before he asked how the weekend went knowing that watching a kid could be a handful. His worry had been dismissed once his older brother came in his view with his son who had the same striking white hair as the two of them. “It was alright, this little stinker is welcomed any time,” Touya spoke, giving the baby a smile just as bright as the one on the smallest Todoroki’s face. It was a pleasant surprise for all of you.

After your guy’s goodbyes and coming back anytime was given the house fell into a peaceful silence for you. Only you. Touya was doing his best to get over the emptiness within the house,but he couldn't shake the need to want to have a child with you. Later that night you and Touya decided to cuddle and watch a movie wanting to make up for the lack of solo cuddles you guys had gotten. While your mind was focused on the movie that played on your bedroom tv Touya seemed to have other plans for you guys . His soft lips found the skin on your neck as he gently placed kisses against it before leaving each kiss with a playful nip at your skin. As his hands began to wander under the hem of your shirt you couldn't help but to hum from his touch. He always knew your body. Where to touch, how to touch and exactly to make you want him more than you typically control.

He rolled you over on you back easily pulling his shirt that your smaller form swam in over your head being glad to see you opted for no bra and just a beautiful blue thong that contrasted against your melanated skin that had him and his dick practically drooling for you before he could even get to touch you the way he wanted. “Fuck your gorgeous doll,” he said softly before pecking a kiss to your lips, going back kissing your now warm skin. You hadn't expected this attention from him but god you were not going to turn him down for a second. You watched as he trailed his fiery intense kisses down your body. Each one leaving a marking of love that made your body look like an art piece that was covered with every inch of passion the male had in his body for you that made him feel like an artist. Once he reached your soaked cover pussy he couldn’t help, but top lap up a taste through your panties with kisses following right behind them.

“Touya,” You gasped as your hips bucked, wanting more friction. Hating that he wouldn’t just take the stupid thong off of you. It wasn’t usual for him to move slow and take his time with you, but he sure as hell was going to tonight.

“Just relax for me baby, let me take my time,” he said softly as he sat up to take off his own shirt leaving him in his boxers before finally relieving you from the drenched fabric.

He couldn't stop himself from spreading your folds watching how your sticky lust connected them together. Touya was sure he had died and went to heaven at the sight. He rubbed slow circles against your clit watching as you clench around nothing just begging for more. You were sure he was going to ignore how you whined for him to give you more before you heard the sound of him collecting saliva in his mouth as spitting on your pussy the easily meeting your eyes as he lapped it back up then eating you like his dinner he had wasn't enough to settle his hunger. He needed dessert. It was hard to control the way you squirmed under his touch with how he didn't seem to let up against you. Switching between sucked your clit, small kitten licks that had you melting into the mattress and fucking you with his tongue. He gripped you thighs wanting to keep you close as he got lost in the taste of you. It would explain how he didn't hear you first say his name.

“Please, I-I need to… fuck , “ moans slipped past your lips as your head fell back into your pillow before feeling a harsh smack against your thigh causing him to gain your attention back as you whimpered.

“You wanna cum? Then you’ll keep those pretty brown eyes on me doll.”

With ease he went back to eating you watching you just as intensely as he tasted every inch of you. He always loved how you came undone right in front of him. The sound of your moans made him believe the heavens gave you the voice of the most beautiful angel that had. He wished he could hear it every second of the day. Once you finished he looked at you standing taking in the sight of you. The lust filled look in your eyes that had your pupils blown with the combination of thin layer or sweat that made your body glisten like gold as your juice continued to leak from you made his mind race. In that moment the image of you round with his spawn made his chest swell. He was going to make you a mom, you were going to have his baby and hell he was going to be the best goddamn father/ husband he could be. The only thing that pulled him from his thoughts was the sight of you getting on your knees reaching for the hem of his boxers before he took a hold of your wrist.

“Wanna make daddy feel good too,” You said licking your lips as seduction fell into your words.

Any other night he would love to see your full lips wrapped around him as his tip hit the back of his throat, but tonight he had a goal in mind.

“Not tonight baby, you just let me take care of you tonight ok,”he said softly before kissing your forehead. Something soft was brought out in him and you didn't have time to figure out what it was as he laid you back down. He removed his boxers leaving you both naked as his dick sprung out. Tip red and angry while dripping with his arousal, you licked your lips with anticipation as he pumped himself a few times before folding you in half in a mating press letting you legs rest on his shoulders. With you prepared properly and your pussy having been fucked to fit him over the few years he was easily able to fit. He didn’t take a second to wait to fuck you. The sound of how sloppy your pussy dripped for him was enough to encourage him to carry out fucking his baby into you.

Long deep strokes made you gasp with sweet moans leaving in between. You loved feeling with each thrust how his tip kissed your cervix. All you could do was beg for him more and more as your arms wrapped around his neck. He leaned down placing hot kisses into your neck as he found his thrust picking up with each second he felt you clench around him. He couldn’t control himself anymore as his mind was only focused on the feeling of you and the thought of giving you a baby.

“God you're going to be such a pretty mommy,” he rasped as he slammed deeper into you. “I’m going to fill this sloppy pussy over and over tonight until you're so full with my cum.”

His words earned a whine from you before you found your fingers tangling into his hair and pulling it to make him look at you .

“Cum in me Touya,” you begged as you looked at him with soft eyes. “I want to have you baby, please give me a baby. I’ll be a good mommy.”

Between your words, your cheeks stained with tears of pleasure and how easily you were taking him, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. After a few more thrust that became sloppy with each second you both finished together causing you both to cry out each other's names.

He pulled out looking down at you taking in your after sex beauty as his eyes traveled over you before seeing how his seed dripped out of you. He watch proudly as he used his finger to take the mixture of you pushing it back inside wanting to be sure you didn't lose a drop before placing a kiss against your clit.

“I love you doll,” he said softly looking back to your eyes knowing this was a big next step for you guys.

“I love you too,” you said just as gently.

Just like he promised Touya spent the rest of your night fucking you into the sheets to be sure you were filled with him. For the next few days Touya was happily showing you the same amount of attention. It was a month later that the two of you had found out your non-stop loving had accomplished exactly what he wanted.

You were going to have a baby.

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years

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Hi :) your fics give me so much life😭😭😭 Not sure if you're taking requests atm but do you think you could do an omega reader taking care of sick alpha todoroki🥺🥺 I'm such a sucker for hurt/comfort but thank u!!!! Ur writing rocks❤️❤️

Anything For You

Alpha!Shoto Todoroki x Omega!Reader

Omegaverse Key

Masterlist

Warnings⚠️: pain, blood, needles, angst

»»——⍟——««A/n: Bro stawppp thats so sweet🥲 also I woke up at 5am and saw this and immediately started writing. I’ve lowkey been wanting to read this kinda fic so sorry for the trash grammer cuz I’m writing it on my phone but alsooooo I hope this what you were looking for <33

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You and Mina laugh as she tells you yet another story from patrol, for whatever reason she always had crazy things happening while out. You guys had made the joke that she has more stories on weird situations than actually saving people.

You and her walk up to your home, bags in hand, and start fumbling with your keys to unlock the door.

You and her had successfully went shopping. Not for clothes, but grocery shopping since you and Shoto had been so busy the past few days you didn’t have time. Mina had offered to go with you, and of course you weren’t gonna turn her down.

You get the door unlocked and push it open, but before you can even look into your home you’re hit with a very unwelcoming scent.

Your mouth is in an immediate frown as you look up and around your home, your eyes falling on a familiar blanket covered lump laying on the couch. You set your bags down next to the door, instinctively going straight towards what you know is your alpha.

As you get closer his scent gets stronger, having an overwhelming layer of distress and pain all through it. It smells like garbage right after it rains, soggy and moist, but still having the garbage smell.

You round the couch and immediately crouch down, your hand instinctively going into his hair to slowly massage his scalp. He looks terrible. He’s pale, sweating, completely curled up on the couch with a blanket pulled to his chin, and his eyes closed.

“Sho? Alpha, what’s wrong? What happen?” Your voice is quiet and gentle, but as seconds tick by you only get more worried.

He doesn’t answer, so you move your hand to his forehead to feel it, and he feels hot. Very hot. And it’s not a healthy hot with how he naturally feels due to his quirk.

You can’t do much but frown at him, seeing how weak he is. You know he’s awake, but he’s physically incapable of even trying to give you any kind of response.

You glance up, momentarily forgetting about Mina and your groceries, but you can see her just finishing moving and setting all the bags down on your kitchen floor before heading back toward the front door. She gives you once last look, you mouthing a quick “sorry” and she responds with a nod and wave before closing the door.

You turn your attention back to Todoroki, still looking over his features and condition. “Ok, c’mon Sho, let’s get you to bed, ok?” you say gently, moving your hand and rubbing your thumb in small circles on his cheek.

You move to push the blanket off him, getting a glimpse of his hero suit that he still had on. That only makes you frown, thinking about how this morning he’d got up and left without a problem, but also thinking about the fact he must’ve been feeling so bad he came home and immediately collapsed on the first thing he could.

You try to wrap your arm around his, wanting to help him try to get up, but his body is complete dead weight on the couch.

This isn’t super out of character. Whenever he gets sick his body always goes into over drive and shuts down, making moving and doing simple things even harder, but something about this was still different and you could tell.

Even when he was sick, he’s still be somewhat responsive and cooperative. But now, he’s complete out of it.

You look at his face, seeing his mouth slightly agape as he takes in labored breaths, and hard to tell, but his eyes are actually slightly open.

While looking over him you notice his scent glands. More importantly, you notice the way the top of his hero suit is shrugged off, almost like specifically for his scent glands, like somethings bothering them. While you tried to move him you’d managed to turn him on his back, so you can see both of them. They don’t look too good.

They look puffy, strained, almost blue, if not that, definitely red. Plus, the texture didn’t even look like his skin. They looked weirdly moist and “soupy,” like they felt prickly or squishy. You knew that couldn’t be good. You knelt down again, reaching your fingers out to try to graze and feel them.

It’s an immediate reaction from Shoto when you come into contact. You don’t even get a split second to comprehend how it actually feels before he yells, growls, at you.

Honestly, you don’t know what the sound is he makes. It’s a combination of a loud growl, plus a intense scream of pain. Not even to mention the jolt his body does, plus the way his eyes snap open and he bares his teeth.

It makes you jump back away from him several feet. Your own instincts not even knowing how to react. Part of you wants to comfort the alpha in pain, but the other part is scared. Scared from the alpha’s reaction, your alpha’s reaction. You barely even notice the few chirps the leave your mouth as you jump away from him, fearful tears filling your eyes.

None of the emotions you feel last long though. The violent, loud growl from Shoto slowly turns into desperate whimpers as he curls back into himself, feeling the after effects and sting of his scent glands.

The first thing you can think of is to get your phone and call Recovery Girl, asking her to come quick and check on him.

While you wait, you move closer to the couch again, sitting on the floor but settling your hand on his head. Your body is working hard to make your scent overpower his, but it’s no use, it’s too strong.

However, it’s still there, and you know he can smell it, so you don’t miss the way his breathing seems to slow, getting less forced and strained.

Recovery Girl makes it in about 15 minutes. You get up and let her in, explaining what happened, and how he’s not responsive at all, except the one response he did give when you touched his scent gland.

She pulled out her kit and looked over him, and it didn’t take long for her to conclude he’d gotten an infection in the scent glands on his neck somehow.

How it happened could be figured out later, right now though, she had to treat them cause that’s the only way they’ll get any better.

“Would you like to change him out of his hero suit before I treat it?” she asks as she conjures up something from her kit.

“Uh? Should I? I can just wait until you’re done.”

“Well, yeah, you can, it’s just that after I treat it, there will still be some intense pain. He’ll be capable of moving, but I doubt he’d want to. So if you can, I’d suggest doing it now.”

You nod and get up, moving to your bedroom to get some sweats for him. You don’t bother getting a shirt, since you don’t want anything additional against his scent glands to irritate them.

You walk back out to the living room, getting down next to Shoto again and talking gently. “Alright, need you to work with me, ok? Gotta take this off.”

It takes some effort, but you’re able to get the full top of his hero suit off, the bottom half being a little easier. You slip the sweats on his body then take his hero suit and throw it in your bedroom for later.

Recovery Girl is finishing up just as you come back. “Alright, I’m gonna need you to sit right here and hold him up, preferably keeping him as close to your scent as possible.” You’re a little confused, and she can tell. “I have to drain the glands first, and then I’ll give an additional shot that should help the infection, plus some gel to rub over the gland. Judging by what you said his first reaction was, to get this fully done having you, his omega, near is probably the best course of action.”

“Oh…ok.” You’re not thrilled from the knowledge that your alpha is about to be in intense pain she just explained, but you know it’s the only way to help, so you have to ignore the weight your heart feels toward putting him in more distress.

You do as she says, using all your strength to lift him into a sitting position. You straddle his lap and tuck his head into your neck, letting your scent flood his senses.

It’s the first time he’s given a real reaction not due to the pain, but he weakly wraps his arms around you, his head snuggling just slightly deeper into your neck. It’s almost nice, sensual, but you know it won’t last.

“Alright, ready to begin?” you hear Recovery Girl ask from behind you.

“Yeah,” you respond.

She stands, looking over your shoulder to his, lifting her hand with the needle she’s going to use to drain his first gland.

You close your eyes the second the needle comes into contact with the sensitive skin. Shoto’s immediate reaction is the same. He jolts, but you hold him, cooing and purring in his ear as you use a hand to run through his hair, trying to calm him.

Tears fill your eyes as you feel his mouth instinctively open and bite onto you, his teeth digging deep into your flesh. You’re not sure what hurts more, his teeth digging into you, or his nails into your back. His hands had been rested around you, so when she touch him they immediately closed, his nails growing as a defensive mechanism.

Recovery Girl moves as quick as she can, pulling the syringe and draining his gland. Once it’s fully drained she sets it to the side and grabs the second one, ready to start again.

Just like the first time, it’s the same, only this time since he’s already attached to you, he only digs deeper, and you can’t help but let a few chips slip past your lips, trying not to let tears spill from your eyes.

“Are you alright, Mrs, Todoroki?” Recovery Girl checks.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. You can keep going,” you say, trying not to let your voice be too wobbly.

Recovery Girl continues to work, draining the second gland, then getting the separate syringe and needle for the shot.

When she sticks it in his first gland and starts injecting the liquid, Shoto can only whimper and shake against you, his body try to fight off the pain, but not being able to.

“Shh, its okay alpha, it’s okay. Almost over.” You coo to him and rub the back of his head, holding his body against yours and trying to make your scent as strong as possible for him.

Once Recovery Girl finishes the shots, she puts the gel on each one, then bandages. Each time she came into contact, Shoto’s grip on you got tighter, and you know by now your blood is in his mouth and on his hands, but still, you don’t care. He’s your alpha, and you need to do this to help take care of him.

“All done,” Recovery Girl sighs as she pulls away after putting the last bandage on. You start to pull from Todoroki, trying to remove his mouth and nails from you.

When he detaches, you help him slowly lay down, looking at his face and seeing his eyes open. They’re still only half way, but that’s the most they’ve been since you were there. You give him a smile and lean to kiss his forehead. Even though his eyes aren’t fully open, you can see the tears in them, you know he’s in way more pain than some teeth and nail marks.

“Would you like me to treat that?” Recovery Girl asks, referring to the marks.

“No. I’m be fine,” you assure her.

She nods. “Ok. If the infection comes back or you have any other problems, call me again. These are the pills he should take, 2 a day, morning and night, for 8 days.” You agree, taking the bottle and both say your goodbyes as she makes her leave.

Once she’s gone you quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, checking your back and neck for any dripping blood. You clean up and change your clothes, grabbing your favorite blanket from your nest and wrapping it around your shoulders, joining Shoto back in the living room.

His scent still isn’t normal, but you can smell more of his natural misty peppermint scent then you could before.

You join him on the couch, slowly lifting up his head, earning a few grunts and whimpers, and you slide under, letting his head come back down and rest on your stomach.

You purr and run your fingers through his hair, the rest of the night being the two of you and his recovery. Even though things didn’t go anything like you planned for the day, it’s ok. Anything for him. Anything for your alpha.

Masterlist - Part 2

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dat-bruv-person · 1 year

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#LOVE ME, LOVE ME, LOVE ME!

a/n: guys I am unstoppable.

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly, tw: yandere themes and toxic behaviour, suggestive themes

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He is obsessed with you. Actually, no, that's an understatement. He is infatuated with you to the point of no return. It's not his fault that you're so stunning and have a nice personality! He just wants you to step on him and call him yours, he wants you to shield him away from everyone and everything, to be just as smitten as he is. He wants you to be jealous and take his dignity, to snap one day and mark him up so that everyone can see who he belongs to. Only heaven knows how long he spends a day dreaming about being your husband (some on this list have dreamed it more than others, namely Inverted!Todoroki and Bakugou) and how much he hears for you to talk to him. He doesn't want you conversing with the little waste of space that you're engaging with right now! He's much more interesting! He wants to rip his hair out now. Stop wasting your beautiful voice on them!! Fine, keep talking if you want, he'll just stare at your lips whilst you talk. A few years have passed, and he's still not over you. He can't stop thinking about you ruining him; so love him. Love. Him. LOVE HIM.

- Inverted!Todoroki, Inverted!Bakugou, Diluc, Xiao, Kunikuzushi, Alhaitham, Thoma, Deku

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shisnhou · 2 years

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kiss me more

dabi looks at you begrudgingly. well, not in a hostile manner, just more of the squinted eyes and tightened lips manner.

"why the fuck do you keep doing that with your lips?" the villain asks, demandingly. for longer than a minutes, his eyes have been darted on the pout of your glistening lips.

"doing what?" you raise a brow, lips however, still unmoving; much to dabi‘s irritation.

he clicks his tongue and gives up on telling you what he sees. if you‘re willing to act stupid, then so be it. "this shit." he places his finger just centimetres away from the glossed lip you tut out. "what the fuck is that all about."

there, he finally notices.

you‘ve been purposely pouting your lips out for hours, and after the third mark your rather coolly boyfriend has noticed.

"i have no clue as to what you‘re talking about." however, you pretend not to know what he‘s talking about.

dabi‘s brows furrow at that. begrudgingly, he puts down his finger to his side and gives you a suspicious look. he‘s not convinced with your act, with you, everything always has an ulterior motive.

and just as he suspected, you do in face have an ulterior motive.

lately, your boyfriend hasn‘t been home much. dabi‘s always out working, or whatever the fuck he‘s doing out there. for days without an end, you‘re often left home to your own devices. and as you‘re left to handle yourself, you find yourself missing your mischievous boyfriend. most especially, you miss his thin lips against yours.

you painfully miss the way he teases you with kisses that just feel like playing with fire. his lips on yours always feels so good, so good that sometimes you wish breathing wasn‘t such a big deal so that he wouldn‘t have to get back up to catch his breath.

"yeah, this act isn‘t impressing me princess. what d‘ya want?" he leans close to you, his finger tips holding your jaw up. "i don‘t have all day."

"nothing," you prod further with the act, but tutting your lips out just a little more; accentuating your glossed lips even more. "what do you want?"

dabi snickers. he bends down jus above you, enough that his lips near yours. with your now near leveled places, you‘re able to breathe in his familiar scent and feel the situation escalate. this is what you have been waiting for ages, for his lips to finally hit yours.

"i don‘t want nothin‘, pretty. what do you want?" he answers your question with a question of his own. "why‘re you bein' all pouty and shit? d‘ya want something to buy?"

you roll your eyes at him. sometimes, you do hate your boyfriend. though he can be sweet, he can also be clueless; as much as he is mean. you had thought pushing buttons might lead him on, but you overestimated him and now he‘s just confused.

"y'know what, nevermind." you sigh, wrapping your hand around his wrist and pushing it to his chest. "you‘re oblivious." you mutter, losing hope.

dabi looks at you with now a pout of his own. he watches you retreat and take your phone into your hands. he still stands there, looking at you with a face more confused than earlier.

he loves you of course, but he sometimes just doesn’t understand what goes inside your pretty little mind. more often than not, he just finds himself sighing and trying to figure out what you mean.

as he turns around and retreats, thinking about what you could have wanted. but as he is just about to leave the room, he suddenly hears something from your phone.

"here‘s the best lipgloss that pouts your lips and make you look as kissable as possible!"

what?

oh..

oh.

a lightbulb lights up inside his head. in a split second, he‘s flipping his head and caging you down. you watch with a bored expression, seeing him smirk. you cock a brow, but before you realize it, he‘s grabbing your phone out of your hands and kissing you.

your eyes widen in surprise, but they quickly flutter close as you wrap your hands around his nape.

it‘s a deep passionate kiss. his tongue moving slow against yours. lips move in perfect sync. it‘s a needy lock of lips, he‘s teasing your lower lip as he runs a hand through your hair. he savours your taste as if it were a full course meal from a michelin star restaurant.

"baby," he breaks the kiss slowly. his lips are still up against yours, his breathing slow as he speaks. "y‘know, you can just always ask me to kiss you. you don‘t have to play so unfair."

you know you can. but where is the fun in that? more so now that you know, that just being pouty and mean can make him act like a starved man. so maybe, being nice is out of the table.

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amariaaa · 9 months

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Okay so I need help finding a story that was on wattpad omg. The story was about the adult my hero academia boys and their pregnant wives. I remember for sure bakugou, todoroki, and kirishima. In the story a distinct detail I remember is kirishima and his wife had twins and one died. PLEASE HELP ME FIND THE NAME.

Another thing that I remember is todoroki wife had a gem or diamond quirk and bakugou wife was quirkless.

#mha x reader #mha x poc!reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x pregnant reader #wattpad #help finding a fic #todoroki x reader #kirishima x bakugou #katsukibakugou x reader #pregnant x reader #pregnancy headcanon #x reader #izuku x reader #mha smut #mha #viral

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spltbtch · 1 year

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The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly

Warnings: angsty-fluff, soft Dabi, my burnt lil baby is insecure

‘There's no way I'm doing this’ He thought standing in front of the door.

He could practically feel you through the door, and he would never say it out loud, but it made him feel ten times better. Knowing that you were safe. Knowing that you were there, and that no matter what, no matter the argument, no matter the situation, no matter anything that would matter to anyone else- you always would be. He knew that you were different. Hell, you had to be some sort of heaven-sent angel to put up with all of his bullshit. You've been around for all of it. You endured and dealt with all of it, for his benefit and never your own. You stick around so he doesn't fall apart. You stay because you care for him. You're here because you love him. You loved him when nobody else did. Believed in him when nobody else did. Because you are a saint that has the keys to his sin filled heart. You make him feel human again. You make him feel loved and cared for. And he would do absolutely anything for you. Anything to ensure your safety. He may have some selfish desire behind it. To make sure those holes in his heart stayed filled with your affections, because he doesn't know what he would do without you. What he does know is that he loves you just as much as you love him.

But he would never say that out loud

His thoughts are cut off when the door swings open.

You both stood in the doorway and stared at each other for what felt like a lifetime, but after a couple of minutes you took a step closer to him, looking into his eyes. It felt like you could cut the tension with a knife, but instead of letting the silence get the best of you, you wrapped your arms around his waist. Feeling him tense up, you laid your head against his chest listening to his rapid heartbeat slowing down as he melted into you. Resting his head on your shoulder as a crimson drop of blood ran down his scared face, contrasting beautifully with his extraordinary complexion.

‘I'm sorry.’

‘I know.’

Of course you do.

‘I- I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

I know.

#dabi #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi fluff #dabi fic #dabi angst #touya todoroki #mha fic #mha fluff #bnha fic #bnha fluff #dabi x you #mha angst #poc friendly

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chaibewriting · 1 year

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PART FIVE — GENERATIONAL DAMAGE

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

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

word count: 2.6k

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

prev. chapter five. masterpost. next.

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

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

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

“Your majesty… The king won’t be pleased if he hears that you’ve wandered outside of the chambers,” Victor, one of the head servants says while raising an eyebrow at you. You offer him a sheepish grin and then gently press your hands together, “I know I know, which is why this will be our little secret! I want to go out today!! It’s been so long since I’ve been in the garden, and I haven’t had much time to spend with Dabi outside of my bedroom so I figured a little picnic would be nice.” Victor grunted and rubbed his temples like he was dealing with a dilemma before he finally gave in, sighing and moving aside, telling others to move as well to let you do as you please. You were the Queen after all, though you told them not to treat you any differently than they treat each other. You’ve become especially friendly with the majority of the staff, so friendly indeed that they don’t hesitate to scold you most times when you do something ridiculous or weird, behavior that’s usually induced by the hormonal imbalance going on in your body.

You quickly thank everyone and start to make up some picnic foods such as finger sandwiches, sliced fruit and cheese, some cut bread, and a few other things, carefully tucking them away in a basket that one of the servants offered to you. “Thank you, everyone! Ah, before I forget,” you sneakily grin and then reach into your dress pocket, pulling out a pouch of gold pieces, handing out a generous but equal amount to all of them, “Consider this a bribe.~” You curtsy innocently and then speedily leave the kitchen with the basket in hand, well as fast as you could with the extra weight on your front. Now it was time to find little Dabi, he was more than likely hanging out with Keigo.

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Okay, perhaps walking around the spacious castle grounds with a basket of food, a blanket, and a bulging belly filled with life wasn’t exactly the smartest thing to do. In fact, you found yourself having to pause every couple of minutes to catch your breath and hold your belly up. According to the castle’s doctor, you were pregnant with only one baby, yet it felt almost like you were carrying the entire next generation, as dramatic as that may sound. Maybe Enji was right about making you stay in your shared bedroom… No! You would not be giving up so easily, and who knows when the next time you’ll be able to go outside again would be anytime soon, considering how protective your husband had become over you and your unborn child.

With hard work, determination, and the occasional break, you’d made it outside and started heading towards the servant’s quarters, only to see Dabi and Keigo currently running around and attempting to capture frogs before releasing them again. You found it adorable and endearing, liking to see the two children do what children are supposed to be doing— playing and enjoying life with a smile on their faces. And so, with a last-minute thought and not wishing to disturb their time of making memories together, you quietly waddled your way over to a tree on the side of the servant’s quarters building and set the basket down to spread out the blanket before slowiy sitting on top of it with a content sigh. Taking the basket from the grassy ground beside you, you placed it down onto the center of the blanket and exhaled, relishing in the fresh air. The cool breeze raked its metaphorical fingers over your scalp, the smell of flowers nearby filled your nostrils, the sounds of giggling from the nearby children and the chattering of songbirds all clouded your senses. Fortunately, it was much more relaxing than overwhelming or overstimulating, a sense of peace and serendipity holding all of the pieces together.

It was utterly serene. You soon felt yourself slowly tilting your head back and peering up at the sky, mesmerized by the fluffy-looking clouds and the ocean-blue sky. Really, when was the last time you were able to go outside on your own? You couldn’t remember. Enji had made sure not to have you always sitting on your ass 25/8, but even then he was holding onto your hand and leading you with a hand on the small of your back through the courtyard placed in the middle of the castle. He was smothering you, but you knew he meant well, that’s as far as you could tell at least.

As you sat there, enjoying the nature that surrounded you, your sense of time seemed to diminish itself from your mind— probably for the better, seeing how at peace you seemed to be at the moment. And, oh! It seemed the baby liked the outside as well when you felt a sudden kick within your belly. Pressing a hand onto your stomach where the kick had landed, you chuckled in amusement, gently rubbing your hand over it through the fabric of your dress. “You like the outside too, I take it?” You quietly questioned, knowing that you wouldn’t receive an actual answer, not that that mattered to you.

“Mama?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the voice that had come out of nowhere, somewhere nearby. Your eyes wandered over to the source and you sighed, realizing that it was just Dabi who had come over after hearing your voice. Immediately, your gaze softened and you smiled at him, beckoning for him to come over to you with the use of your hand. “Dabi, my little flame, c’mere.” You cooed, to which the little boy had come over to you and blushed faintly, having gotten used to the cutesy pet name. And as a ritual of sorts, he leaned over a little to your seated position and you kissed his forehead. When he pulled away, you realized that Keigo wasn’t that far behind him and immediately waved at you. “Hello, your majesty! Haven’t seen you in a while! Oh!! May I touch your belly?”

Dabi, being the protective older brother that he was starting to develop into, huffed at his friend and waved his hand around dismissively at him. “No no no, you can’t. You might imprint on the baby and they won’t know that I’m e brother!!” Keigo gasped at that, seeming to be convinced by Dabi’s worries. You giggle at the two of them and shake your head. “Pffft. That won’t happen, Dabi. Only certain species imprint on their babies.” You explain and then pat the area on the blanket beside you. “How about you two come and sit with me? I made some lunch for us to eat. Of course, you can join Keigo, and I don’t mind if you touch my belly, just be gentle.” That seemed to make the blond’s eyes sparkle as he rushed over to sit beside you and began to rub your belly, Dabi followed suit, sitting on the other side of you. As happy as he was to see you out here and also quite happy at the prospect of having a picnic together, he had his own underlying fears, particularly having to deal with the direct wrath of his father.

“Mama…? Did Father say it was alright for us to have a picnic outside…?” He asked softly, looking at you with his brows scrunched together in the center of his forehead, his lips slightly poked forward into a pout. You laughed nervously at that, unsure of what to say to your adopted son. Finally, after some thinking, you realized that you were still a grown-ass woman, queen or not, married or unmarried, you weren’t going to let Enji boss you around even when he wasn’t around. You sighed and shook your head. “Well, no, but it’ll be okay. I wanted to have a picnic with my little flame and so, here I am!” You exclaimed rather excitedly, with a childish edge to your tone. “Don’t you want to see what I made for us to eat?” An array of emotions crossed over the little boy’s face, he wasn’t sure of how to feel, especially not when it came to disobeying his father in any way. However, when he looked at you, he felt nothing but trust, love, and safety, and so, he gave in, giving his own small smile before quickly nodding his head and watching as you started to show off your culinary skills. Despite being royalty, you always found time to learn basic skills such as, feeding yourself, so making sandwiches and cutting things up like fruits and such was pretty much a cake walk, though you did have times when you were a bit clumsy. Fortunately, this wasn’t one of those times.

While you’d offered Dabi and Keigo first dibs on what you’d made, you picked up a whole apple you’d brought, beginning to peel and cut it up for the two of them while simultaneously engaging in a conversation about their frog catching. And just as you’d thought, this was exactly what you needed after being stuck inside the castle for nearly an entire month, it was more than refreshing. Sure, the courtyard had a glass roof and their windows all throughout the castle that gave you all the sunlight you needed, but it didn’t hold a candle to actually being outside in the open. You could understand Enji’s protectiveness over your firstborn child together, but Dabi was technically your first kid and he didn’t seem all that protective towards him. It was probably due to the fact that in the eyes of the law your first conceived child was not illegitimate, but that didn’t stop you from loving Dabi like your very own. Having this baby, and maybe even more in the future, wouldn’t stop that.

Enjoying your picnic, you were unaware of the potential dangers that were about to present themselves in the form of your raging husband who had just recently returned from his outing for the day after handling business in town.

…

The King soon returned after dealing with some rather insufferable individuals who dared to steal from him and his kingdom, as well as the people inside of it. Naturally, he made an example of them in the middle of the town square with a public execution, hanged in front of hundreds of eyes to witness. Adults, children, and many different people of all ages had come to watch the execution since it was such a rarity. Not because crime was relatively low in the kingdom, but because people didn’t dare to do any crime that directly impacted the king, and so, the three who had committed treason against the King— having become double spies for an enemy kingdom— were sentenced to death without remorse or any a single feather of mercy. Enji had, immediately after the deed was done, gotten into the carriage and ordered the coach to rush back to the castle so that he could see his wife. Knowing her, she was probably up to no good with him not being in the vicinity to steer her back to their bedroom. Hopefully he would not have to discipline you too harshly.

Once he had arrived, he was greeted by his usual servants, to which he grunted in greeting them nonverbally, walking past them and up the stairs that led to the front doors. He had failed to notice a few nervous looks from the servants that bowed to him, seeming to know something he didn’t. He could care less about them, he was more interested in your whereabouts. And so, he marched his way straight to your shared chambers, walking much faster than expected of a man his size. When the large oak doors, decorated with gold trimmings, had come into view, the slightest bit of a smile appeared on his face as he picked up his pace, pushing open the doors in hopes of seeing your face. “My Queen, I’m home—“ He said, though, upon not seeing you anywhere in sight he paused, quirking an eyebrow whilst giving the sizeable room a quick glance around. Perhaps you were in the bathroom? However, you would have verbally responded to him if you were, which led him to a few conclusions, all of which had him equally almost foaming at the mouth. Turning on the balls of his feet, he trekked his way to find the nearest (unlucky) servant.

After a couple seconds of walking, he spots a maid, dusting a painting propped up on one of the hallway walls, and immediately furrowed his brows, barking out his words like a rabbid dog that’s just had its chew toy taken from him. “Hey, YOU! Where is she? Where is the Queen? Didn’t I tell you to make sure she stayed in her room? Are you and the rest of the idiots in this castle this useless??” He questioned, watching as the servant immediately straightened up and began to tremble, the feather duster in her hand beginning to shake along with her. It seemed that he was waiting for an answer, seeing how he had now moved to stand just a foot away from her, looking down at her with a burning gaze. The maid’s mouth gaped open and then closed, mirroring that of a gasping fish. With every second of her lack of response, he was beginning to grow even more irritated with every passing second. Finally, he spoke again since she didn’t seem to know how to speak. “Where. Is. She?” He asked, each word sounding more aggressive than the last. The maid stared at him for just a few seconds longer before finally stammering out. “O-o-outside! Near the s-s-servants quar-quarters, Your Majesty!!” She quickly answered and then bowed her head to him, hoping that he would spare her of any horrible punishment. Thankfully her prayers were answered when she was met with the sound of heavy footsteps that quickly faded away from her location, and when she dared to look up, she could barely make out the King’s form as he hurried down the hallway. And she slowly stood up, swallowing her nervousness before her eyes widened upon realizing something. Then she crossed her heart and shut her eyes before quietly mumbling a prayer for the Queen and anyone else within a foot of the King’s wrath.

The heat that radiated off of Enji’s body was not just a result of his quirk, no, he was absolutely enraged. You didn’t listen to him, you disobeyed his orders, and who knows what kind of situations you were putting yourself and his daughter through. And with that rage fueling his walking speed, he soon found himself at another set of doors that let outside and after some twists and turns and few minutes of walking, he stumbled across you, currently standing in the middle of the grass nearby the servant’s quarters, looking around almost as if you were looking for something. And as he got closer, he heard you speak.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!”

At that moment, he realized you were playing that trivial children’s game— Hide and Seek. How dare you put your daughter’s life in danger just to play some stupid fucking game. Were you insane? His rage did have a tendency to blind him and make him act before thinking through things, and so, he wasn’t surprised when he suddenly stalked his way over to you, to which you turned to meet him and his hardening gaze, but a pained yelp jumped from your lips when he had suddenly struck you across the face with the back of his hand.

Enji didn’t mean to hit you so hard, but it seemed he couldn’t control his temper. He’d slapped you hard enough that it sent you rearing back, falling flat on your ass, thankfully the grass had cushioned your fall. The smack was so loud that it caused the birds in the trees nearby to flee, and you could have swore you had heard a duo of gasps as well. Even with your skin tone, the print of his hand was visible on your inflamed cheek. You’re stunned and go through the seven stages of grief in only a matter of milliseconds. Had he just hit you? The woman was too stunned to speak.

Upon hearing the sound of a slap, Dabi quickly retreated from his hiding place, only to whimper in anxiety and fear seeing the position you were in. You were still sitting up on the grass, cradling your cheek that was no doubt going to be swollen for a couple hours, and his father— glaring down at you with his hand still risen in the air. The disgust on his face was apparent and it had the four year old’s knees beginning to shake. As much as he wishes to run over and protect his new mama and his sibling, he’s frozen with fear, watching the two of you just… stare at each other, neither of you speaking a word. Keigo, who was nearby and had flew up to sit in the high branches of a tree to hide, happened to see the entire thing unfold in front of his eyes. He wanted to yell out for you and tell you to watch out but he didn’t dare too, instead, he’s horrified, but he doesn’t move an inch from where he is, not wishing to be punished in a similar, most likely worse fashion.

“I told you not to leave our bedroom. How many times do I have to remind you that until you give birth to our child, you aren’t allowed to go outside without me? Do you not understand the dangers that go outside these castle walls? Are you that stupid? Do I need to constantly supervise you like a child?” He began to drone on and on, scolding you after he had slapped you across the face and had no shame or even a tinge of being apologetic. As you listened to him literally talk down at you, almost like you weren’t his equal and you weren’t the mother of his children, your shock began to ball up into anger, rage, and something… else.

His voice and his words had made something else swell up inside of you, aside from your growing baby, and before you knew it— your quirk had unleashed itself without you controlling it.

Your head, where hair used to be, engulfed in black flames and your eyes began to glow a ferocious green color. And then suddenly, those same black flames continued to manifest themselves, wrapping protectively around your body like a suit of pure shadowy flames. You can’t control it, and before you can even register what’s taken over you, one of your shadow-protected hands wraps around Enji’s throat, choking the living daylights out of your husband, lifting him off the ground with a newfound strength that you never once knew you had. This new form is far from human, standing at nearly ten feet tall, the shadow of its body waft in the sun like long grass on a breezy day, it has no mouth, and its eyes are not truly eyes, they were simply crescent-shaped green flames, tapered at the ends. It’s bodyshape was elongated and widened, making your human form disappear inside of it as it created a protection barrier over every inch of your body. It was almost as if you had been shrunken down into a protective ball within the creature. The creature was a defense mechanism that you had no idea about, however, inside of it… it felt incredibly safe, almost as if you were being swaddled in the world’s safest blanket inside of your mother’s arms, lulling you to sleep and just let it protect you and keep you safe. You knew that you could control shadows, but you never knew that shadows could protect you like /this/, almost as if it was sentient… While you remained calm and relaxed inside of it your cheek had began to heal at a much more rapid speed, in mere seconds, you could no longer feel the swelling or the stinging pain anymore. The shadow creature had squeezed your husband’s neck, watching as his face had been to burn red and then turn blue due to the lack of oxygen, he wasn’t even able to properly activate his quirk due to this. If this continued you would probably kill him. But was that necessarily a bad thing? You were starting to think otherwise.

author’s note: hello again! so sorry it took me so long to post another chapter, for some odd reason i decided to start writing other multi-chaptered stories because i like pain and suffering. hopefully i will start to update this bad boy more often! hope you enjoyed this latest chapter, stay tuned for the next one!

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